Challenge 812 - Secret obsession
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m_findlowTitle: Secret obsession
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 812 - Television at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack and Ianto finally agree on something they can watch together. A double drabble.
‘What do you want to watch tonight, Ianto?’ Jack said, lounging on the hub sofa with the television remote in his lap. It was a rare series of nights in a row where they'd had no impending crises to deal with, leaving them free to enjoy the banal pleasures of ordinary Cardiff citizens
‘I dunno,’ came the reply as Ianto carried over two microwave portions of lasagne, presented on plates to elevate their provenance. ‘What's on?’
Jack checked the guide. ‘Repeats of Bake Off we watched last week, a Death in Paradise marathon, Corrie and, ooh, Eurovision semi finals! We have a winner!’
Ianto passed Jack his plate. ‘I thought you hated singing shows?’ He'd practically dragged Jack to last year's Welsh Amateur Operatic competition, and he had a half dozen Britain's Got Talent episodes on their recorder to catch up on when Jack wasn't around to moan about it.
Jack rolled his eyes. ‘Eurovision isn't just a singing show! Besides, I thought you were a closet Abba fan?’
Ianto settled next to him. ‘I am. I just didn't think you'd be into Eurovision.’
‘Are you kidding?’
Ianto grinned, turning the volume up. ‘Finally something we can both obsess about!’
‘What do you want to watch tonight, Ianto?’ Jack said, lounging on the hub sofa with the television remote in his lap. It was a rare series of nights in a row where they'd had no impending crises to deal with, leaving them free to enjoy the banal pleasures of ordinary Cardiff citizens
‘I dunno,’ came the reply as Ianto carried over two microwave portions of lasagne, presented on plates to elevate their provenance. ‘What's on?’
Jack checked the guide. ‘Repeats of Bake Off we watched last week, a Death in Paradise marathon, Corrie and, ooh, Eurovision semi finals! We have a winner!’
Ianto passed Jack his plate. ‘I thought you hated singing shows?’ He'd practically dragged Jack to last year's Welsh Amateur Operatic competition, and he had a half dozen Britain's Got Talent episodes on their recorder to catch up on when Jack wasn't around to moan about it.
Jack rolled his eyes. ‘Eurovision isn't just a singing show! Besides, I thought you were a closet Abba fan?’
Ianto settled next to him. ‘I am. I just didn't think you'd be into Eurovision.’
‘Are you kidding?’
Ianto grinned, turning the volume up. ‘Finally something we can both obsess about!’
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Date: 2024-05-12 09:30 am (UTC)