Anonymous said: idk if you're still taking prompts but I wanted submit one if that is alright.
prompt: established olicity where felicity is dating the hood who still hasn't told her who he is yet. oliver constantly flirts and ask felicity during the day while making it clear to him she's in a relationship. if he reveals himself is up to you.

A/N: I got oddly excited over this but also angry bc come on people! As if you couldn't not tell it was Oliver Queen behind the mask and under the hood?

Trying to control her breathing, Felicity Smoak jogged around the corner, slowing to a stop before she leant over her knees, gasping for air. She didn't know why she forced herself to go running, she lasted for about ten minutes and then just walked the rest of the way. Jesus, I am so unfit. Sucking in more air, she straightened and froze, staring at the hooded man crouched in front of her, bow and arrow aimed on her.

"Felicity Smoak." he purred, lifting from his crouch and stalking towards her. She stumbled back in shock, staring at the masked man. Holy crap, it was The Arrow.

"I swear to god, if you say I have failed this city, oh my god, I'm going haunt your ass." she screeched, her foot stomping to the ground before she could control herself.

"No, little thing, I need your help." he purred.

One month

"You really need to stop doing that." Felicity Smoak screamed at The Arrow, who had broken into her apartment, again.

He chuckled at her, backing her up into her kitchen wall, his gloved hands gripping her face. She stared up at his blue eyes, shocked completely. He had never invaded her personal space like he was now.

"Do you need help again?" she whispered.

"No, little thing, I just need you." he purred, lowering his head to brush his lips over hers.

Three months

"What are you doing tonight?" Felicity startled at the male's voice behind her, spinning to face the ever handsome Oliver Queen.

"I-What?" she stuttered. Jesus, the man was to beautiful for his own good.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked again, grinning at her. Damn, if he had only asked her months ago.

"Oh, I'm busy, sorry." she told him, giving him a one shoulder shrug and a small smile.

She expecting him to frown and try to convince her to go out with him but he just grinned, something flashing over his face before he nodded.

"Of course. Maybe another night, perhaps." he murmured, giving her a wink before leaving her office.

Five months

Felicity stared up at the man that she considered hers, watching his lips tilt up as he stalked towards her. God, he looked sexy in his Arrow leather.

"Little thing." he greeted, one hand tangling into her hair and his other wrapping around her hips. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, her fingers sliding through his hair.

"Hey, baby." she purred, lifting herself up on tip toes to brush her lips against his. The Arrow deepened the kiss, holding her to him before setting her back a few feet.

"I told you to go home, you have work tomorrow." he murmured, moving around her towards the set of computers. She pulled a face behind his back before following him.

"You told me your helper people had a night off, I wasn't going to let you go into a dangerous place without some sort of backup." she informed him. She heard him snort before he turned back to her.

"A pretty little thing like you, my backup?" he laughed lowly. She rolled her eyes at him, slapping his leather clad chest before throwing herself into his arms and kissing him.

He growled against her lips, turning so she was sitting on the desk, him between her thighs.

She was with The Arrow. The Arrow was her boyfriend. God, that sounded so weird. And she was stupid to fall into his trap. She still didn't even know who he really was. But god, he had hunted her down, captured her and taken her completely.

Six months

"Are you going to turn me down again, Miss Smoak?" Oliver asked her as he seated himself across from her in the break room.

She frowned at him, shaking her head before she smiled.

"Again, Mr Queen, I am in a relationship." she informed him, lifting a brow at him as she took a sip form her coffee.

"Indeed you are, Miss Smoak." he murmured, leaning back in his chair and grinning at her. She frowned at him, eyeing him as he relaxed back.

Six months and 1 week

Felicity stared at Oliver Queen, enjoying the way his muscles moved under his work suit. She still could not get over the fact that this beautiful creature was her boss.

He should be modeling, not running a company.

She frowned when he lifted his right arm, flinching at the movement.

She sat up straighter, tilting her head to the side. She had seen The Arrow do the exact same thing last night when he had reached for her.

She snorted then, shaking her head at her thoughts.

Seven months and 2 weeks

She was stalking him and she couldn't believe this was how she was spending her lunch.

But Oliver Queen was acting weird. Well, he wasn't but something about him was off to her. So she was stalking him.

Things weren't matching up and she was determined to find out the truth.

Seven months and 3 weeks

"Oliver." she whispered when The Arrow walked towards her.

He stopped four feet from her, his head tilting to the side before he sighed, nodded and reached up to pull off his hood and mask.

Oliver Queen looked back at her, his face blank as she stared at him in complete shock.

"Little thing." he murmured, reaching a hand out to her. She stumbled back from him, putting more space between them.

"Don't call me that." she spat at him, her hands curling into fists.

"Felicity, let me explain-" she cut him off before he could go any further.

"Let you explain? No! How could I not have seen this? How could you keep this from me? Oh my god, this is just a game to you, isn't it?" she choked, her hand lifting to her mouth she a sob broke from her.

"No, little thing, never." he whispered brokenly to her, stepping towards her.

"No!" she screamed "Do not come near me, do not touch me. Stay the fuck away from me."

Nine months

Felicity sighed, her head dropping back onto her pillow as she stared up at her roof.

He was on her mind again. She missed him. Missed him so much.

He didn't come to her as The Arrow anymore, not even as Oliver Queen. He left her alone like she asked.

And that hurt.

Nine months and 1 week

Felicity sobbed when glass shattered around her, trying to hide her face against her chest as the shards exploded around her.

She tried pulling at the ropes holding her hands behind her back, hating the sound of punches and grunts.

It was the sound of an arrow being released that had her head shooting up.

He was here.

Fighting.

For her.

"Oliver!" she screamed before she could control herself, sobs wrecking from her as she fought to free herself to get to him.

"Finish them." he growled to someone, but Felicity didn't dare look away from him as he stalked towards her, his bow dropping to the ground as he gripped her face in his hands.

"Little thing." he whispered, brushing away her tears with his thumbs, lowering his forehead to rest against hers.

"Oliver." she whispered, nuzzling their noses together.

One year

Felicity snuggled into the body next to hers, breathing in his scent as she rubbed her nose against his neck.

"That tickles." he murmured, rolling so she was under him.

She grinned up at Oliver Queen, kissing his chin.

"You love tickles." she whispered. He grinned down at her, brushing his lips over hers.

"Just as I love you, little thing." he whispered against her lips. Felicity sighed, she'd never get sick of hearing him say that to her.

"Love you too." and she knew he would never get sick of hearing her say it back to him.

This didn't really go where I planned but yeah, hope you enjoyed none the less.