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( Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:20 pm)
DAY FOUR.

RUSSELL T. DAVIES NEEDS TO DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH FOR THAT.

I can't talk... I'm in tears. I just... No words.

BRING HIM BACK, DAMN IT. BRING HIM BACK. YOU BROUGHT RHYS BACK. YOU BROUGHT SUZIE BACK. YOU BROUGHT OWEN BACK. BRING IANTO BACK, DAMN IT!

*curls up in a little ball and cuddles her coffee maker and stopwatch*
Honestly, Pete hated dealing with Torchwood Three. Half of it was because every time he saw Jack bloody Harkness, the man insisted that he go on a date with Patrick, Torchwood Five’s secretary. The other half was because, more often than not, Pete walked in on Jack having sex with his secretary, Ian’s Toe or whatever his name was. He was a bit of an odd bloke. Always making coffee. When he wasn’t f*cking Jack, anyway. Bloody Torchwood.

That's the summary. This fic may be my best work yet. At least until the carnival AU is done. :P
Title: How Did This Night Become The Enemy?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xiexiegirl
Rating: hard R
Pairing: kinda Jack/Ianto, past Owen/Ianto
POV: 3rd, Ianto-centric
Summary: Ianto’s dealing with Owen’s death and the loss of his teammate and friend. Jack tries to help.
Disclaimer: Torchwood? Not mine. The title? Not mine. The song lyrics used here? Not mine either. The plot? Yeah, own that.
Author Notes: Kind of for the lovely Maddie, aka [livejournal.com profile] alphabetatoast because I promised her Janto fic if she did well on her history exam. Go Maddie! :D (I'll write you fluffy Janto later. Angst is calling me right now.)
Warnings: Language, alcohol abuse, violence, character deaths. It's a real tearjerker. Have hankies!

So suck your so-called pity down... )
xiexiegirl: (Default)
( Mar. 5th, 2009 02:29 pm)
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

Uh, crap... Bandombigbang fic excluded, I have a few...

Ianto downed another shot and moved the chair he was on closer to Owen’s desk so he could (more or less) cuddle the bottle of vodka he was drinking with his head resting on a picture of himself and Owen from a few months before he died (the first time).
Torchwood fic! Ianto/Owen angst! :D (Maddie! Come to the dark side, we have ANGST!)

Cursing as the justu was released, Sasuke's knees buckle and he falls to the ground, reaching for the nearby cloth he keeps handy for for this exact reason.
Naruto fanfic. Naruto/Sasuke angst. If anybody on my f-list actually knows what Naruto is, AWESOME! :D If you haven't watched the anime or read the manga yet for Shippuuden, don't read this. It's a spoiler-filled fun-fest.

Marshall ducks and covers his ears, scowling at Ian as he does so.
Ian/Marshall fluff. :D

Sasuke groans as Naruto shoves him up against the brick wall behind the bar, cause shit, that hurts.
More Naruto fic. Also, I'm writing smut. The world is ending, I swear to god.

No Panic or Fall Out Boy or MCR fic aside from "Now I'm Speechless, Over the Edge (I'm Just Breathless)". Sorry. :(
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