A/N: Hi, so Tommy and Eddie are alive. Because. Everyone deserves to be happy, okay?

This is kind of a floating timeline. Set somewhere before Flash season 3 and before mid Arrow season 4 (mainly before the crossover episode with Vandal Savage and the start to Legends of Tomorrow). Speaking of LoT, might also bring some of those characters in, as well. Just for something to look forward to.

I don't think there's enough content about these dorks using their abilities and/or powers in their day-to-day lives.

If there are any spelling errors, please let me know! Feedback of any kind is appreciated.

Open to prompts or ideas for future chapters. :)

Onward and upward!

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Oliver drummed his fingers against the desk in front of him as he pressed the 'call' button next to Barry Allen's contact information on his fancy smart phone Tommy needled him into buying. (What happened to regular old flip phones? Less complicated.)

" Oliver! Wasaa~ap! "

Oliver jumped at the sudden greeting. Had the phone even rang?

"...Barry."

" You're no fun. "

"I'm aware. I have a dilemma."

" You need backup? You know I've got your back, Ollie. " Oliver felt warmth fill him at Barry's words, and leaned forward to shut the lid of his work computer and then leaned back in his seat for something to do with it.

"It's something like that. You know that large charity fundraiser a week ago?"

" Talk about a publicity stunt and a half to keep up appearances. I almost wish I was there to see it happen in person. "

Oliver hummed and continued, "Well, we have a lot of leftover food we need to get rid of. The shelters around us won't take anymore because it's all perishable and they don't want to run the risk of getting people sick so we don't want to-hello?" Oliver pulled the phone back from his ear to inspect when loud static filled the speakers.

He looked up in time to see Felicity get attacked on all sides by flying paper through the glass window of his office. To Felicity's credit, she didn't really react.

Oliver glanced over at the one seat to the side of his desk that he had dubbed Thea's-only because she had dragged it so close to sit and breathe over his neck and be a general lovable nuance-to see Barry beaming at him.

"You had me at 'food'." He said cheerily.

Oliver fondly rolled his eyes.