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Found this in my drafts… I don’t know what the hell it is. But here you go. 

It was the sixth time that she’d had enough. 

The first, well at least he’d counted it as the first, was after he’d hired her as his executive assistant and she’d stormed into his office telling him that she went to MIT for a degree that didn’t include coffee-fetching. 

The second was when he’d asked her to fetch himself and his guest some coffee, and it was just to spite her. He never thought she’d respond, and he definitely didn’t expect her to respond the way she did. It made him want to see just how far he could go with this little inside joke of theirs.

The third time was just after they found out about Ray Palmer owning Queen Consolidated, and he’d asked her to join him in getting a cup of coffee. When they’d arrived in front of the Starbucks, he smirked and said, “Could you just grab me my usual?” One look at his smirk and she’d scoffed and smacked him on the arm, responding, “Get your own coffee, Oliver.” Of course his smirk fell when she exited the Starbucks with a single cup of coffee in her hand. When he rolled his eyes to get his own drink, he realized the line was already well outside of the store. He ignored her teasing grin as he drove them back to the Foundry, and shot her looks as she moaned in enjoyment of her hot drink.

The fourth time was when he and Felicity were babysitting Diggle’s son. She’d told him over and over again to not play airplane after feeding the baby. Of course he hadn’t listened, so when he handed the delightful little girl to Felicity, she became the victim of a well-aimed stream of baby vomit. Oliver couldn’t contain his laughter when he followed her into the kitchen, asking her to make him a cup of coffee while she was near the sink. She had chucked the vomit-ridden towel at his chest. To both her delight and his annoyance, he had to go home shirtless.

The fifth time was after their first night together. Together together. He woke up in her arms, his head leaning against her shoulder. She had been drawing circles on his arm, and she knew she had woken him when he tightened his grip around her waist. She looked down at him, and he looked up at her, both smiles saying finally. After he straightened up in her bed, he wrapped his arm around her, and she cuddled into his chest. She had memorized every scar he had, but she reveled in being able to touch it. And he loved it; It was as though her touch made every scar worth it, if it meant that he would end up with her. “What are you thinking?” She’d asked. “That coffee sounds pretty good right about now,” He laughed. She laughed too, then smacked him on the chest before getting out of bed. His jaw had dropped as his eyes trailed down her body because- damn it - she hadn’t thought to put anything on. “Get your own coffee, Oliver,” She had laughed over her shoulder as she disappeared into the hallway. So of course he’d followed her into the kitchen, and he showed her just how much he adored her- once against the hallway wall, again on her kitchen counter, and once more on the kitchen floor. The coffee lay forgotten on her kitchen island.

The sixth, and final, time was the morning after their honeymoon. Since neither of them actually slept the night of their honeymoon because they were too busy doing… other activities, Oliver asked for had asked Felicity to fetch him a cup of coffee. She’d climbed up on top of him, straddling him, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He smirked as he reached up, running his thumb across the tiny, green arrow tattooed on the under-curve of her left breast. “No, no,” She’d shaken her head and dropped beside him, pulling the comforter around herself. “You just asked me to get you coffee, so no.” He looked at her incredulously. “Seriously?” She’d raised her eyebrows at him and waved her left hand, showing off the ring on her finger. “You’re stuck with me now, Oliver. If you don’t get your own coffee, then you don’t get to touch.” 

He never asked her for coffee ever again.

so p r e t t y, so smart.

        such a waste of a young h e a r t.

so i want to change my url but i have about 5 arrow urls saved and i can’t decide which one i wanna use (-_- )

08-21 / 0:33 / reblog

If I’m going to have a public platform, I want to use it not just to elevate myself but to elevate issues that are important to me… there are so many more trans folks coming forward and saying, ‘This is who I am, this is my story, I will not be silent anymore, I will not be in hiding anymore,’ and that’s when a movement really happens, right?

Finally gettin back into the swing of things thx to @tommyeurope . Time to turn things up a notch #ScrawnyColtonBegone #LetsEat

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