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If you haven’t already done it…. Go hit that reblog button. Do what you have to, just do that too.

Like seriously. Just find one and reblog it real quick. I post a couple yesterday and put into the universe that I actually wanted it

Only been at work for a couple and I get this at as a tip! (tips ain’t normal at ALL in here)

Come on now!!

YALL!! THERE HAS BEEN AN INCREASE!! (I don’t know how your bank account is set up, but $55 dollars in tips counts as a blessing over here!)

(Random early S6 fluff.)

The light was on in his bedroom.

Or their bedroom, as he liked to remind her. Her argument that they’d only talked generically about moving in officially always fell on deaf ears, usually ending with him reminding her that everything that was his was hers, too. From his life to whatever space they currently occupied.

Theirs.

Felicity quietly set down her jacket and purse, toeing her shoes off by the front door before padding down the hall. There wasn’t an ounce of sound coming from William’s room when she passed it, which made sense considering it was well after midnight on a weekday. He should be asleep.

As should the mayor.

She found him already settled on his side of their bed, propped up against the headboard, flipping through a stack of papers.

“Hey,” Felicity said quietly, stepping in and closing the door behind her.

The most content smile she’d ever seen crossed his face as he looked up. That was probably not entirely true, if she was being honest with herself. Mostly because she thought that whenever he smiled at her these days. He was just content, and happy, in a way that changed his entire countenance, adding an air of ease and warmth that had never been there before. It somehow made him even more gorgeous than he already was, which amazingly still had her stomach fluttering with giddy nerves.

“Hey,” Oliver replied. He moved to set the papers down, but Felicity shook her head.

“No, no, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, crawling onto the bed. But she didn’t take her side. Instead she made her way over to him, sprawling out on the bed, pillowing her head in his lap. She sighed in contentment, finally letting the exhaustion she’d been battling all night hit her. This was what she’d wanted, why she’d come over instead of just going to sleep back at her place. She wanted him. She wanted the security and comfort that came with being near the man she loved, the man who loved her. “Are you working?” she asked, wrapping her arm around his thighs, settling in against him more fully.

“Yeah.” Oliver ran his hand over her shoulder and arm and then her back. It was divine, especially when he swept it over her hair. “Just going over a few proposals I didn’t have time to get to today.”

Felicity made a noise in response, but as he brushed his fingers through her hair, as he massaged her scalp, his fingertips brushing over the outer shell of her ear so, so gently, she found herself fading fast. She closed her eyes, melting into him. She felt his body responding, twitching, and a ghostly smile crossed her lips. She thought about sitting up and removing those pants and giving him a very nice greeting, but she was just too tired. Maybe in a minute… or two…

Oliver continued to sift his fingers through her hair.

“You and Curtis work late?” he asked, only stopping his ministrations to flip the page. His fingers were back before she could complain.

Felicity’s lids were so heavy she couldn’t even be bothered to open them. “Yeah,” she slurred. “Working on some specs for…”

She was pretty sure she continued talking, but when she’d wake up later she wouldn’t remember. She was just so comfortable, and safe, and content, and warm, and loved, and…

Olicity Appreciation Week

She’s not wrong. Cc: @starlingsmoakd