She has saved him as her future husband in her phone, only to have him change it
*30 Rock; 4x14: Future Husband*
Just watched that ep and all I could think of was Oliver and Felicity so here is a quicky
Future husband?
Who the hell had she put into her phone as her future husband? Her thumb hovered over the name, the temptation to call whoever it was almost overwhelming.
But she just didn't know if she could risk it. She had no idea who it could be. A serial killer? An angry old man? What if she had gotten drunk, hit on a woman and typed in her number as future husband?
Yesterday, she hadn't had future husband in her phone, but today she did. Which meant it had happened over night. She had been at a club opening last night, and she knew she had gotten very drunk. So whoever she had gotten drunk with would have had to be future husband.
This was why she didn't allow herself to go out often. But her best friend, Lyla Diggle, had strutted into her house with the announcement that they were going out to party. Of course, Felicity had tried to deny, but honestly, Lyla Diggle could be a terrifying woman to go against.
She just about jumped out of her skin when her phone started vibrating, indicating that she was getting a call. When her eyes focused on the screen again, she gaped when she noticed who was calling her.
Future husband.
Holy shit! She frantically looked around, as if the people in her break room would step forward and actually take her phone off her. Oh god, could she actually answer this? She stared dumbly at her phone, feeling it vibrate in her hand. Maybe it was best she just let it ring out.
She wasn't expecting him to call her again.
"Shit shit shit." she muttered to herself. Future husband was not going to stop calling her it would seem. Sucking in a deep breath, she swiped her thumb across the screen and brought her phone to her ear.
"Ah, hello?"
"Hm, future wife, how lovely to hear your voice again." the deep husky male voice greeted her. Felicity almost dropped her phone in shock. Wow, the man had a voice that could bring a woman to her knees.
"Hello, ah, may I ask who this is?" she asked. God, she couldn't believe she was sitting here talking to a man with a voice like his.
"You don't remember last night, do you?" the man asked. Felicity closed her eyes in embarrassment and let out a guilty giggle.
"I'm really sorry but I must have had a lot to drink and I have forgotten just about everything that happened last night." she whispered.
Her body completely reacted to his chuckle and she quickly glanced around to make sure no one had witnessed her mini meltdown.
"Yes, you were big on the cocktails, as well has my scotch." he told her. Oh god, no wonder she couldn't remember. Cocktails were one thing, but she was bad when it came to drinks like scotch.
"I am so sorry." she whispered meekly to him. She would have embarrassed herself completely last night, she was actually surprised that he was even calling her.
"Nothing to be sorry about, sweet thing. You were quite cute last night, most enduring. However, we did make a bargain last night, and I was calling to make sure you were going to actually hold up your end of it." he murmured.
"Oh no, look, I was obviously very drunk last night and if I promised you something sexual, I can guarantee that you aren't going to actually get it. One time in college, I drunkenly told my professor that I would have a threesome with him, totally forgot about it and then he turned up the next night at my apartment with his wife. It was so awkward because I had to get my mum to deal with it, who encouraged me to do it at first...Oh god, sorry, I have no idea why I told you that." Felicity's head fall into her hand, her face blushing bright red as she quickly thanked whatever god was up stairs for the fact that at least the man wasn't standing in front of her.
He was silent over on his end of the phone and she had to pull it back from her ear to make sure she hadn't accidentally hung up on him.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, to make sure he was still alive, he spoke.
"There was sexual undertones, sweet thing, but that wasn't our bargain-" he chuckled. "-We made a deal, you and I. If I danced with you throughout the night, you would go on a date with me the following night. You even made me pinky promise it. Again, simply enduring, sweet thing." he murmured.
She stared in shock at the floor, not at her asking him to dance with her. Without a doubt, she definitely would have cornered a man into dancing with her. She did almost every time, she just loved to dance. But the fact that she had promised a date was shocking.
She was never really that foreword with a man. But maybe that changed when she had stolen his man drink.
"You bargained to go on a date with me?" she questioned, almost not believing him.
"Ah, that tone of disbelief could break a mans heart, sweet thing." he chuckled.
"Sorry, I'm just really shocked. You sound really good looking." she blurted. Oh jesus, she was really digging herself into a hole here.
"Well then, I'd certainly hate to disappoint you if I don't live up to my good looking voice." he told her. She snorted at that and almost dropped her phone when someone touched her shoulder. She looked up at her work colleague, shocked to find the man smiling down at her.
"Gotta get back to work, Miss Smoak, upstairs is calling for you." he told her. God, upstairs wanted her? What had she done now?
"Uh, okay. Thank you." she whispered to the man. She watched as he moved away from her and she quickly stumbled to her feet.
"Um, future husband, I kinda have to go." she told him. Calling him future husband had been weird, but she really didn't have anything else to call him. She heard him sigh over the phone and then heard him hum.
"Okay, future wife. We'll be seeing each other soon enough." he rumbled, then he hung up.
She pulled her phone way from her ear, putting it in her side pocket as she started to make her way to the elevators. She couldn't believe that had just happened. It was only when she got into the elevator that she realised she hadn't actually gotten his name.
When she got to the top floor, she was greeted with a tall bodyguard who smiled warmly at her.
"Miss Smoak, good afternoon. Just through here, please. Mr Queen will be with you in just a moment." he said nicely. She hurried to follow, his long legs eating up more stride then hers.
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" she asked the man. She heard him chuckle and that made her somewhat relax, even though her mind instantly claimed that his chuckle wasn't as sexy as the man who she had put in her phone as future husband.
"No, Miss Smoak. You are not in trouble. Mr Queen just has some...unfinished business with you." he told her, giving her a wink before he felt her alone in the room.
She stared after him, confused. That was weird. She quickly made herself comfortable in the room, setting herself up at the only desk in the room. She pulled her phone out, quickly unlocking it and scrolling through her phonebook to find the man she was claiming would be her future husband. She hovered over his name again, wishing to press it so she could hear his voice again.
She was shocked out of her thoughts when her phone started buzzing, almost dropping her phone as she fumbled with it in her hands.
Future husband flashed up on her screen again and even though she was meant to be meeting with her boss, she couldn't help but answer.
"Hi, again." she whispered.
"Answering your phone when your meant to be meeting with her boss, sweet thing. How naughty of you." he chuckled. She pulled her phone away from her ear, his voice sounding strange as it didn't seem to just be coming from her phone. She glanced up at the door way and dropped her phone in shock.
Oliver Queen, her boss, was standing in the threshold of the office, leaning against it. But it was his hand, holding his phone to his ear, that had her attention.
"Hello, future wife." he murmured, bringing his phone away from his ear and tucking it into his inner chest pocket.
"You?-" she gasped. "-It was you that I promised a date with?" oh god, how could she had done this? She was going to loose her job. She was going to become the target of all the gossip. She had promised a date with her boss! She couldn't believe she had done this to herself.
"Mr Queen-" she quickly stumbled to her feet, smoothening out her dress as she hurried her way over to him. "-I am so sorry. I obviously didn't realise it was you last night. Oh god, please don't fire me. I'm really good at my job, I swear and I definitely do not hit on my superiors when I go out to clubs." she said. He was grinning at her when she finally forced herself to look up at his face.
God, he was so good looking. There was something about the dark stubble on his face that had her insides clenching. And his height. He was tall and she had a complete weakness for tall men.
"Yes, Miss Smoak. You informed me on that last night. But nonetheless, you promised me a date and I intend to collect." he told her, stepping closer to her. She tilted her head back so she could keep eye contact. Damn, he had the prettiest eyes.
"You intend to collect?" she whispered questionably.
"Yes, sweet thing, I intend to collect."
A year or so later, on the night of Oliver and Felicity Queen's wedding, Felicity was pluging her phone into its charger just as she thought of something.
"Oliver." she called out. Her husband was behind her in seconds, his warm hands curling around her hips.
"Hmm?" he hummed, his nose nuzzling into her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side as he began to place warm, opened mouth kisses down her neck.
"I never asked, but why did we put each other down as future spouses in our phones?" she questioned.
They had gone on the date she had promised, and had built their relationship from there. They dated for six months, then he surprised the hell out of her and got down on one knee and proposed to her. They had been in their favourite cupcake shop and she had cried and thrown herself into his arms. A year later, on the day of their engagement, they had gotten married on his family grounds, their friends and family surrounding them. And in all that time, the fact that they had never changed their names from future husband/wife had never come into question.
"Damn, you really don't remember that night-" he chuckled. "-Just as you were leaving with Lyla, you took my phone off me. Told me that we would definitely be getting married in the near future so you had put yourself down as future wife, then you kissed me sweetly and handed me your phone so I could give you my number. I was going to put in my real name, you know? But I couldn't. I couldn't deny what we shared that night, and I really liked the thought of maybe being your future husband." he told her.
He leaned around her, taking her phone off her and going into her phonebook. She watched as he went into his details. She watched as he pressed edit. Then she watched as he deleted future and just saved himself as husband.
"I've wanted to do that since our first date." he told her. She turned in his arms, throwing her arms around his neck and bringing his lips down to hers.
Thank god she had saved him as her future husband.