@JamesMaslow: Bought a new huge bed and all new bedding today. A boring and expensive afternoon will hopefully lead to many awesome nights!
"feels like confetti fallin'..."
UGH. The perfectness of this. Which isn’t surprising at all if we’re being honest.
Hey everyone! Well, this fic has been a long time coming. I think I started it back in October? It’s slowly been worked on and I am finally finishing and posting it. This story takes place somewhere within the first half of season 2, however, there are no spoilers for the season two.
Huge thanks to anthfan for looking over the chapter for me!
As always, I love hearing what you think! Thanks for all your support! :)
Link to AO3: HERE
Without a Trace (1/?) - Oliver/Felicity - PG-13
Felicity’s head had barely hit the pillow when the trilling of her phone blasted through the early dawn silence. She groaned into her comforter, knowing if it was Digg or Oliver she was going to have a few choice words for them.
Her body yearned for rest - the week had been long and laborious and while she’d grown somewhat accustomed to the hours after working with Oliver for a little over a year, she could still tell when she was almost at her breaking point.
Grabbing the phone from her bedside table, she glanced at the caller ID before bolting upright in bed, her thumb swiping over the screen.
“Tobias: I might be in love with you. I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.
Tris: That’s sensible of you. We should find some paper so you can make a list or chart of something.
Tobias: Maybe I’m already sure and I just don’t want to frighten you.
Tris: Then you should know me better.
Tobias: Fine. Then I love you.”
I’m in dire need if some John/Astrid fanfiction while I wait for The Tomorrow People to come back. So if you have any, message me! I’d love you. xoxox