Arrow Imagines

Meet the Smiths ~ Oliver Queen

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Meet the Smiths: Undercover as a married couple in Suburbia, you and Oliver navigate nosy neighbors, 'fake' domestic bliss, and a dangerous hidden agenda—only to discover that some of the best lies hold a hint of truth.

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"You're sending us where?" Oliver asks, his brow furrowing as he glances over at Felicity.

She's holding up a map of Starling City's most pristine suburban neighborhood, complete with neat lawns and pastel-painted houses.

"You heard me," Felicity says, tapping the location with a smirk. "Suburbia. The land of cookie-cutter homes and nosy neighbors. You and Y/N are going in as a married couple—Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

You snort, unable to help yourself. "Did you just give us the most generic fake names possible?"

Diggle grins. "That's the point. You two need to blend in, not stand out. A couple of newlyweds moving into their first home together won't raise any suspicions." 

Oliver shoots you a look, his lips quirking up at the corner. "I think the 'married couple' part might be more of a challenge than the mission itself." 

You roll your eyes. "Oh, please. I'm an excellent actress." 

Felicity smirks. "Let's just hope the neighbors buy it." 

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The house is picture-perfect. A white picket fence surrounds a yard with bright green grass and flower beds that look like they're straight out of a gardening magazine. You and Oliver step out of the car, carrying boxes as part of your cover. 

"You take the heavy ones," you say, shoving a big box into Oliver's arms with a grin.

He doesn't even flinch, just raises an eyebrow. "Showing off already?" he teases. 

"Gotta put you to work, honey," you shoot back, heading towards the front door. 

He follows, shaking his head but unable to hide his smile. Before you can make it inside, a woman appears at the edge of your driveway. She's the epitome of a suburban busybody—bright smile, floral apron, and the kind of energy that says she's already memorized your entire life story. 

"Hi there!" she chirps, waving enthusiastically. "You must be the new neighbors! I'm Nancy. Welcome to the community!" 

You plaster on your best smile, nudging Oliver in the side when he doesn't immediately respond. "Yes! I'm Y/N, and this is my husband, Oliver." 

Oliver nods stiffly. "Pleasure to meet you, Nancy." 

"Oh, you two are just adorable!" Nancy exclaims, clasping her hands together. "How long have you been married?" 

"Six months," you say smoothly, at the exact same time Oliver says, 

"A year." You freeze, sharing a quick look before you laugh awkwardly. 

"It feels like a year, doesn't it, honey?" You elbow him lightly. 

Oliver clears his throat, still stiff. "Right. Feels like forever." 

Nancy gives you both a curious look, then notices the empty collar and leash hanging by the front door. "Do you have a dog?" 

Oliver, caught off guard, blurts out, "Yes, his name's Bow." He pauses, realizing what he said, while you jump in quickly. 

"Oh, he means our future dog. We're planning on adopting very soon," you say with a bright smile, nudging Oliver again.

Nancy beams. "That's wonderful! I can't wait to meet little Bow. I'll leave you two lovebirds to unpack."