The spoilers have taken over my brain and I can’t seem to shake them off, so it’s been a few days since I posted one of these.
Anyway, here’s the next one. I have to warn you this one’s a bit different. As in, it starts (hopefully) funny and ends up (hopefully) kinda sexy.
Hope you enjoy.
—-As always, please note that Oliver’s dialogue is in bold——-
I want you.
Digg forbade me to answer to any of these during a meeting. He said he isn’t going to make excuses for us so we can make out for a third time in the back of the car.
Good. I don’t want to make out.
Are you serious?
So, this is completely crack!fic. It came to me as I was thinking about Ghost!Tommy and then I was inspired by the Angel/Spike friendship on Angel. So yeah…this is what came from it.
I truly miss Tommy and I had fun writing this - I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
Thanks to anthfan and befitandchase for convincing me this was post-worthy. :)
As always, your feedback is most appreciated!
Link to AO3: HERE
Friendly Conversations (with Friendly Ghosts) - Ghost!Tommy crackfic with Olicity - PG
The first time he appeared in his office, Oliver almost flipped over backwards in his chair as he scrambled away from the desk where Tommy was perched.
Same mischievous grin and wide eyes. One leg swinging beneath his desk as he arched an amused eyebrow.
“Hey buddy,” he’d said like he wasn’t dead; like he wasn’t some ghost or apparition appearing before him.
Jeez, I’ve been prolific this week! Finished not one, but THREE fics! Hoping #4 gets done tomorrow because I just wanna post it so BAD!
So I reused a story I wrote originally for 2x07 but didn’t want to post. But when I read the summary for 2x09, I decided this would be a great way to reuse the fic I hadn’t posted. So, yeah, enjoy!
Thanks to hopedreamlovepray, anthfan and girlwithsixsmiles for the beta.
You can check it out on AO3 as well!
Hope you like it!
(this is likely to be a bigger thing… but I thought I’d share what I’ve got.)
He wakes to screaming. Her screaming. Because he knows it’s Jemma, in his gut.
She’d seemed fine during the mission, remarkably so, given that part of it had involved a homicidal dimension-jumper with an extremely large wrench swung in her direction.
She and Skye had compared bruising patterns afterward, the marks from the stranglehold just beginning to show.
Not to mention the crash landing. They’d talked briefly in Norway about her new nervousness around heights - he’d promised to catch her. Then the berserker staff happened and life got a little… complicated.
This time she’d caught him. Waking from a blow to the head was never fun. But soft hands and a smile had brought him back without his typical reluctance.
So when he wakes up to her screaming, he’s out of his bunk so fast he runs straight into May and Fitz. Skye is a few steps behind.
Coulson is already keying in the code for her door.
May gives him a long look. “How’s your head?”
"Sore," he shrugs and she lets it go. The door opens and they stand back to let Skye and Fitz be first through.
"Jemma?" Fitz’s panic doesn’t sound right for a nightmare. Grant and May both straighten to attention, pacing closer.
Skye trips back out of the bunk and Coulson catches her before she faceplants. Her voice shakes as she looks between the three of them.
"She’s - she’s gone."
Jemma wakes to a sea of red. Dust and fire.
She’s dreaming, of course. Although this does look awfully like the dimension she’d seen in the center of that blast, buried deep in the 3D reconstruction.
Still, she’d rather not be in her jammies.
"Wake up," she tells herself irritably, reaching to pinch her own arm.
Nothing happens, except she gets an angry red mark there and a tiny pit of terror in her stomach.
"No, no, no," she says to herself. "This is a dream. A very red, rather warm dream. Any minute now Ward will wander through in his pants and I’ll be back on the Bus and…"
Something is buzzing behind her. A soft, steady hum. She turns and finds herself looking at the back of Tobias Ford, wrench still in hand. He’s facing away from her, looking at a window, some kind of portal - and is that the ceiling of her bunk?