Olicity Blind Date AU:
"Sara! I'm so happy for you! What's her name?" Felicity had just picked up her phone in time to hear Sara's excited voice in her ear telling her about her new girlfriend.
"Her name's Nyssa, and we've been together for about 3 months, and before you say anything," Felicity closed her mouth at that remark, about to retort but deciding against it. "We wanted to keep it quiet for a bit to figure us out. Her dad's a bit… traditional, and when he found out about us, he completely disowned her, kicking her out of the family and taking away her inheritance. It kind of spooked her and though she has never been a huge fan of PDA, she has been withdrawn."
"Well, does she make you happy?" Felicity asked.
"The happiest." Sara sighed.
"Well then I'm happy." Then cheekily she asked, "Do you looove her?"
"Felicity!" Sara squealed, but then in a softer, whispered tone, "Yeah, I love her."
"Aww, I am so happy for you Sara, and even though you withheld important information from your bestie, I understand and forgive you."
"Oh, I completely forgot, she wants to meet you! Apparently since I talk with and about you so much, she got curious. How does this Thursday at 7:00 work? We can go to that new Italian place you really want to go to."
"Thursday works great! I am so excited to meet Nyssa!"
"How does a double date sound?" Sara asked.
"Oh, I don't know… I'm not really dating anyone and don't really get along with my co-workers to ask anyone." Feeling awkward, she stammered it out, mentally patting herself on her back for not babbling.
"Ha ha, no, Nyssa has a friend. Trust me, you'll love him. Please, Fel, pretty please? This would mean so much to me!"
"Fine, sure. I normally wouldn't do this, but I know how much this means to you."
"Yes! Thank you so much! Love you, byee!"
"Love you too, talk to you soon." Now, what to wear for her dinner.
Thursday evening rolled around and she was prepared. Well, as prepared as she could be. Wearing a black lacy dress with long sleeves, fancy white heels, white purse, and complete with her signature bright pink lipstick, she was dressed to kill. She walked into the restaurant, Sara grabbing her arm and dragging her off into a secluded booth where two absolutely stunning people sat, conversing with each other. The one was a striking brunette, Nyssa, her mind supplied, who, Felicity thought, would turn her head if she were lesbian. The other though, was an unfairly attractive man, dark blond hair covered his head and a lighter shade dusted his cheeks, accentuating his ocean blue eyes, and judging from the way his shirt bulged, he was ripped.
"Ahh, you must be Felicity, it is a pleasure to meet you, Sara won't ever stop talking about you."
"It is a pleasure to meet you too, Nyssa, I absolutely love your accent. And you are so beautiful, no wonder Sara loves you so much," She winked playfully at the couple.
Sara pushed her lightly, her cheeks flushed.
"Don't be embarrassed, my love, it is true," Nyssa joked, "Shall we get to dinner?"
Felicity turned around to head into the booth, nearly bumping into her so-called date.
"Hi, I'm Oliver," He nervously scratched his neck, extending his hand in greeting.
"Felicity," She said, embracing his hand in hers.
They both awkwardly squeezed into the booth, Sara and Nyssa already deep in a conversation.
"So…" She began.
"So…" He repeated.
"I don't normally do this but… Hi, my name is Felicity Smoak, I love IT and coding, I am a huge nerd, I drop a bunch of references that might not make sense, my mouth works faster than my brain, and I have a tendency to babble. Lots. Especially when I am nervous or embarrassed. Typically dropping accidental innuendos or making the situation worse. Like now. Sorry. Shutting up now. In 3… 2… 1…"
"It's fine. Hi, I'm Oliver Queen, I love archery and my sister, Thea, who constantly keeps me on my toes."
"What's she like? I'm an only child. Sometimes I really wish that I grew up with a sibling. Are you guys close? What's a sibling like?" And with that, they lapsed into an easy conversation, Felicity managing to steer clear of most babbles.
Everything was perfect until the end of the night.
"Goodnight everyone, Nyssa, I really enjoyed getting to know you, Sara, she's a keeper. And Oliver, I had a really great time with you, typically blind dates suck, but I really enjoyed tonight."
"Me too, Felicity. I completely agree with you. At first when I saw you I thought you were going to be another mindless bimbo, but you are actually highly intelligent and entertaining. Maybe we could do this again…?"
Actually intelligent… Entertaining… Thought you were a mindless bimbo… Those were the thoughts drifting around in her head, each repeat like a knife, cutting to the bone. Barely containing her anger and pain, she thanked the happy couple once again before hurrying out the door, ignoring Oliver completely.
After a few days, she had completely forgotten about Oliver. That is, until he decided to show up at her door completely unannounced (Well, he didn't have her number, but where the heck did he get her address from?!). She opened it with a smile, until she saw who it was, that smile turning upside down while she closed the door. He had looked so adorable, like a lost puppy with his plaid button down and grey slacks, holding a bouquet of bright pink flowers.
"Felicity, please," His voice was muffled through the door, "Let me explain. I'm really sorry for my actions last Thursday, I didn't mean it that way. I know that isn't an excuse, but I had so much fun and I just wanted to see you again. Please, let me explain, then if you want me to leave, I will, no talk back. I promise."
She cracked the door open slightly, allowing him to enter. They sat across from each other on her couches and she placed the vase filled with flowers on the coffee table between them, almost like a barrier.
"First off, I apologize for what I said. I didn't mean it like that and I am super sorry. I felt and still feel really bad about how bad those words probably hurt. I know there isn't anything I can do to fix it, but maybe I can make it up to you. I just want to say that what I say after this Firstly, when I said that I thought you were a floozy, it was because typically when I am set up it is to butter up daughters of important business people, generally they aren't the brightest, though extremely beautiful, or women who know they are absolutely gorgeous throw themselves at me. You are so beautiful, my first impression was of them. It is all I have been raised on and all I know, however you opened up my eyes to being both drop dead gorgeous and genius, and I will try harder not to judge people by their looks anymore. Secondly, about that entertaining remark, it wasn't meant to be rude, like calling you a clown or anything. I meant that you are interesting, and real. Most ladies either tell me everything about themselves, ask all about me, or tell me what they think I want to hear. You told me exactly what you were thinking. It's refreshing. And I am really, really sorry for hurting you. I missed you, and I wanted to ask you, if not to presumptuous of me, on a date… Maybe…?"
She was sure she was gaping by now. "Umm, what do you mean by all of that talk about women and business people?"
"Oh, you don't know?" She shook her head no. "Umm, well I come from the Queen family. We're billionaires. You can search us up. Although I will let you know now that the media has lots of articles of my exploits, both sexual and illegal, but for the past 5 years I have been trying to get out of that lifestyle. I want a serious relationship, someone who I can be myself by, who I can love and trust."
Still speechless, she just stared at him.
"Sooo," He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt awkwardly.
"Soo.." She trailed.
He laughed nervously. "This is exactly like how we met. Look, I know we kind of got off on the wrong foot but I really like you. I want to give us a try. I know this is quick and sudden but you tell it how it is, stand up to me, joke, babble, everything that those fake women never do. You are real and truthful, Felicity, everything I have been looking for. So, please, can we give us a try?"
"I… Umm… Yes? I mean yes! You were really funny and witty and caring and I really enjoyed that. But," Her expression became guarded once more. "Another hurtful moment like that and it's over. I don't care how much I like you, it's over."
He looked relieved. "Thank you, Felicity, yes, I understand. How does shushi sound tomorrow at 6:30?"
"Perfect, Oliver."
"Okay, I'll text you the details later, then."
"But you don't even know my number." She protested.
"Well, Sara might have given me more than your address…"
Groaning, she rolled her eyes, mentally noting to call her friend. "Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow, but now I have to go chew my friend out about sharing personal information with strangers."
"Technically, I'm not a stranger anymore," He retorted, voice dripping with snark. "And if I have it my way, there will never be another guy."
Turning red, she had no witty remark, so she promptly shoved him out the door, Oliver barely having time to whisper a "Goodbye, Felicity, I can't wait for tomorrow." Before the door slammed. She melted against the door, sighing. How the heck did she get herself into this?!
Unknown Number: How does Specially Shushi sound? My treat. I'll pick you up at 6:10.
Unknown Number: Counting down the hours. ;)
Unknown Number: Sorry, this is Oliver by the way.
Unknown Number: Hi. Sorry, shutting up now.
Unknown Number: Maybe your babble is contagious… Kidding. It's all me.
Smiling, she updated his contact.
You: Hey Oliver, Specially Shushi sounds great! See you then.
Oliver Q: :) :) :)
Oh, yes, indeed. What had she gotten herself into?