olicity next door neighbors AU!!!! omg
Next-door neighbor AU/hear a bell when you meet your soulmate AU idk what’s happening, Meaghan, im sure it’s ur fault
Oliver meets his next-door neighbor for the first time when he’s hideously hungover. For once, it’s not his fault: Laurel and Tommy split up again the night before, which meant Tommy blundered his way over to Oliver’s place and hammered on the door until Oliver let him in, and then—all right, it probably is Oliver’s fault he’s hungover, he was the one who kept taking shots. In his defense, he was trying to keep up with Tommy, who gets viciously competitive and weepy when he’s drunk.
Anyway, there’s a knock on the door and he opens it as fast as he can because the sound is ricocheting around his skull and if Tommy wakes up before noon after drinking as much as he did last night, he’ll puke. Oliver would like to avoid that.
“So, hey,” says the girl at the door. Oliver stares down at her—his head is killing him, but he knows from hangovers; they aren’t usually accompanied by the sound of bells. “In retrospect I probably shouldn’t have come over here alone, but someone tried to break down my door last night—“ she stops short and stares back at him, which Oliver appreciates. The sound of bells is still resonating through him and he’s—really overwhelmed.
“I’m Oliver,” he says. “That—was probably Tommy at your door last night. I’m sorry.”
The girl nods, slowly. “I see.” She blinks and shakes herself—Oliver doesn’t know a lot about soul mates, but he’s sort of surprised that his is so adorable. “I’m Felicity.”
“F. Smoak,” he says. He’s been staring at her mailbox for weeks—it’s right next to his. “Listen—“ he can hear Tommy stirring in the next room, and Oliver panics, steps over his threshold and into Felicity’s personal space, closing the apartment door behind him.
“Oh!” Felicity steps back and her hands kind of come up and hover for a second, like she might lose her balance. She doesn’t touch him; Oliver really wishes she would. He didn’t realize he had a thing for girls with glasses until approximately this second.
“Sorry,” he says. “Just—thought I heard something.”
“Right,” Felicity says. She looks pretty skeptical. “Anyway, I’m sure your friend is a nice person and all, but he scared the crap out of me last night. And I figured it wasn’t you, because you’ve lived here what, seven months—“
“Six months, three weeks,” Oliver says.
“Right, a while now, and we’ve never even spoken, so why would you try and break into my apartment? I figured it was a case of the wrong address.”
“Yeah,” Oliver says. He just lets that—hang there, awkwardly, until Felicity quirks her head to the side and purses her lips at him, a silent prompt to keep talking. “Um, yeah, I’m really sorry about him, he’s having a fight with his soulmate and it’s a huge fucking mess—can I buy you a cup of coffee?” He’s wearing a pair of athletic shorts and an old zip-front hooded sweatshirt. Felicity Smoak is wearing bright red chinos and a faded MIT t-shirt and, more importantly, looks like she’s showered in the past twelve hours. Oliver doesn’t have a chance.
“Oh, sure,” she says, like it’s easy. “You wanna get dressed first? You kind of look like a hot mess. Um. Not that you’re a mess. Or that I’m objectifying you—you just—never mind. Yes. I would like to get coffee with you.”
While she blushes and stammers, Oliver just thinks, oh, okay, that’s how it’s going to be.
And then obviously they go out for coffee and Oliver spends the first six months of her acquaintance wondering if she heard the bells too, because not everyone hears them, and she keeps talking about someone named Sara, and Felicity doesn’t say anything about soulmates at all, ever. (Turns out she was up early working on a problem set for a programming seminar she’s teaching and thought the sound was a teakettle or something, and has spent the last six months wondering why her hot neighbor has made her his new best friend, and also why he asks her so many questions about computers that really do not make sense. They figure it out when Felicity’s over at Oliver’s listening to Tommy have another emotional breakdown about how knowing your soulmate actually makes it harder for everyone involved, he swears to Christ, and Oliver just kind of says “amen,” and gets a six-pack out of the fridge, and then Felicity’s like, “Wait, you have a soulmate? And you guys aren’t together? There’s got to be a story there!” And that distracts Tommy from his misery long enough to spill the beans. The next six months are VERY INTERESTING.)