the glasses and the suit and the smoking and ..

russian classical authors like guys from high school 

(just some of them, both novelists and poets)

Pushkin: popular guy who’s  good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french

Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.

Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.

Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.

Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours

Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.

Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.

Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.

Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.

Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.

Asher - Sagittarius Sun / Virgo Rising / INFP👓 (requested by @generallyuntidy)


“Gentlemen Don’t Kiss and Tell” - [Keanu Reeves/Tom Hiddleston - One Shot].

Based on: Imagine: When your first husband, Keanu, gets in touch all of a sudden, you start emailing each other often, just being friendly. After the two of you got divorced, he never married again, you never even heard about him being in a serious relationship. On his birthday, you decide to show up at his place just so he won’t spend it alone. When you come home to your current husband, Tom, he’s waiting for you with your laptop and all the emails on the screen that he found while using it. Knowing that you’re talking to your ex, enrages him and makes him assume that every time you’re out, you’re with him having the time of your life, and Tom’s so upset he even calls himself a fool for loving you.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: I’ve decided to address Keanu by his middle name, ‘Charles’, in this story. I don’t know, i was just more comfortable with it. Also there’s 1 POV change, and a few visuals.


It started with a package and a wrong address.

My old address actually.

Work was a mess. I would’ve lost my head if it wasn’t attached. Everyone rushed around, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing, and the stacks of paper on my desk were starting to resemble skyscrapers. So with a bit of sleep-deprivation and trying to function on one too many espressos on top of it all, I was more than likely to make a mistake.

It was a little after seven in the morning when, with yet another caffeinated drink in hand and taking sips of it, I went through my emails. But a sudden notification of something new in my inbox caught my attention.

I set my mug on the desk and stared at the computer when I read the sender’s address. I might’ve clicked on it a bit faster than I’d like to admit.

I covered my face with my right hand.

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“hows it goin?” the guy asked, smoke snaking from his mouth.

“fine.” you answered, looking the guy up and down, “little hot to be wearing a suit isnt it?”

“i always wear a suit.” he stated.

“does this bad boy thing work on all the girls? show up in a nice suit, cute glasses that scream sophistication and a smoke.”

“i dont know.” the guy sat next to you, “is it working?”

anonymous asked:

"I love you,I promise that you never get hurt" + tae from bts mafia!au? Pleaase

How did you get into this mess?

If you knew it will end this way, you will not even try, or hope for this relationship to work.


Your eyes wandering around the old looking bar wildly, half scanning the new place, half trying to find a seat. You drag your feet on the wooden floor slowly, and sit on the stool, eyes still looking around. Not many people are here, making it one of the calmest bar you have ever been. Only the occasional sound of glasses, clicks of lighters, people talking, and the oldies being played by a live band. This place looks like it comes straight out from the 50’s, complete with the old furniture and decorations.

You glance at the right side of the bar. There is a small vintage stage, with a group of middle aged men and women playing some oldies and classics.

“What do you want to drink, young lady?” A bartender’s voice makes you snap your head back to the front. Before you is a young man, with an amazing physique, not too muscular or too skinny. His brown hair is parted into 5:2, neatly combed. He is wearing a white shirt with a small bow tie around the collar. His face showing much interest to you, making you avert away your eyes instantly from him.

You hesitate, “One perfect martini, please.”

“Anything for the lady,” he turns on his heels and begins mixing the drink. Seconds later, he places a cocktail glass, filled with clear liquid in front of you, complete with a fresh green olive.

You glue your eyes to the old oak bar table in front of you. You rest your hands on it, intertwining both of your hands with each other. Your tongue stiffens, making you unable to produce any words out. You slightly nods your head and pulls the drink closer to your body.

“What’s a young lady like you doing here, all alone?” The bartender asks, breaking the silence. He is standing, showing his back as he wipes some glasses behind the bar.

Sipping some drink from the glass lips, you say, “Just bored. And this is quite an interesting place too, it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, it’s not that popular. The owner is the third generation to run this bar. He doesn’t want to do any changes to it, keeping it still like before. This place was once very popular, back in the 50’s. But I guess people want change. So lesser people come. Only the regulars will keep coming here,” he explains. He walks to the shelf and arrange the glasses neatly, still not facing you.

Suddenly, you feel a figure silently takes a seat right next to you. You can see at the corner of your eyes, he is wearing a suit and a fedora hat, as he is smoking a cigar.

The bartender turns around, and as soon he lays he eyes on the man beside you, his body freezes. Clouds of smoke float around the man’s face, making him appear mysterious.

“Sir, how can I help you?” The bartender’s tone sounds serious. His expression show such emotion that you cannot define.

The man clears his throat before speaking, “A glass of whiskey, please.”

His deep husky voice makes your heart beat quickens. Your curiosity grows, but your eyes still on the your glass, as if the glass is a lot more attractive than him.

Without a word, the bartender quickly place the golden colored drink on the table, and disappears from the scene, leaving you and the man at the bar. You would be lying if you say that you do not feel nervous.

“I’m Taehyung,” the man speaks up.

At that remark, you bravely turn your head to face him, and God, he is such a masterpiece.

High bridge nose, piercing stare from his brown eyes, that perfectly arched eyebrows, and lips, wrapped around that cigar. His side profile is just so perfect, that you did not notice you are staring.

“Enjoying the view?” His head now turns to his left, his eyes bore down to yours. A smirk is so evident on his face. Your cheeks turn into rosy pink, as you duck down in shyness.

‘What a cute reaction,’ Taehyung thought to himself.

“I’m Y/N,” you politely introduce yourself, trying to make the situation less awkward than it already be.

“Would you stay with me, no matter what happens?” He questioned you on one fateful night when both of you were tangled between the sheets, moonlight softly shone through the blinds on the window.

“Of course I will. I love you,” was your automatic response.

Present Day

You were in love with him, but he is not the normal type of boyfriend who will cuddle with you at nights, takes you out on a fancy dinner, buy you flowers or watch some romantic cliche flicks with you.

He is a mafia boss, in the area you are staying. You did not know it before of course, he hid it so well. Masking himself as a businessman who always need to go for work and only be back on late nights. He had always said that his business was so important to him, being that he is the heir from his late father.

“I’m not like the normal guys, Y/N. I’m dangerous. But you, you are the only person that sees through me. I can be completely myself when I’m with you. Don’t you leave me,” his persuasive voice made your legs go jelly. But you know, this is not right.

He is dangerous, so damn dangerous. You love him, but hell, would you risk your family too? You know, you and your family will be the main target to the other mafia families who want to destroy him. 

No. You cannot risk that. And you finally decided to break up with him.

It is for the best.

That is, until one night, as you are walking back home from work, two men pounce onto you, and pull you inside a car. Everything is happening too fast. Their strong grip make you freeze in your seat, and keep your silence. With three strong looking men in the car, you choose to not do anything stupid, thus risking you to be found dead minutes later on the street. One of the men forcefully ties a blindfold on your eyes, making you feel more anxious as seconds pass by.

The car stop after what is feels like hours, and you are dragged out from the car, but this time, the men treat you like a fragile glass. 

“Follow us. And don’t struggle.”

 They guide you somewhere. The echo of the footsteps suggests that you are now walking through a hallway. 

Seconds later, they halt in their tracks. You hear sounds of knocking on a door.

“Come in,” a muffled voice is heard. You hear creaking sound of a door, before the men guide you to continue walking and stopping a few steps after.

“Both of you may leave,” a familiar deep voice resonate in your ear, as you feel the men grips on your arms disappear. Their footsteps becomes fainter as they walk away, and closes the door.

Your breath hitchs, hearing another footsteps coming to your direction, and passing you.

“Taehyung?” You croak out.

Click. The door is locked.

“Taehyung? Is that you? ” You voice out again, sounding like you are in such despair.

The footsteps travel closer to you, and the blindfolds are off. You squint your eyes at the sudden brightness of the room, until a familiar figure stands right before you.

“Hey. How have you been? ” 

Taehyung asks, a wicked smile is plastered on his face. His gaze on you make you feel small, and vulnerable. You bite down your dry bottom lips and avoid any eye contact with him.

“You said you will stay with me. But then, you disappear. Why you lied, Y/N? Don’t you love me anymore?” His voice sounds sad and disappointed.

No response from you.

He rubs the temple of his nose, sighing softly at your silence.

“It doesn’t matter. Now that you are here, you are now completely mine,” his voice turns cheerful, making you snap and look at him in fear.

His hand travels slowly, from the tip of your fingers, up to your arms and stays on your shoulder. He pulls you close, and pats your hair, chuckling.

“I love you, and I promise you will never get hurt,” his lips come in contact with your hot cheeks, sending shivers down your spine.

Things I Write When I’m Bored

It’s done! I gotta admit, Tae as a mafia boss will be the hottest thing on Earth

Hope you like it! <3

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Marichat May Day 14 - Age-Up Chat Noir

Chat gets hit with by an akuma who makes people look like they aged ten years. Marinette can not handle how attractive she finds a twenty-five looking Chat Noir.

Rated T || 1,837 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Cut Glass

The akuma should have been a quick fight, considering its powers were relatively weak. All Age-Bender did was give people the look that they’d aged ten years. Unfortunately for Paris’s two heroes, a simple fight is not what happened. Apparently, five years of judo as a civilian makes up for lame powers as an akuma.

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Deyaenus Aesthetics

BOLD what applies to your muse.

Feel free to add to the list.

[ COLOR ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. dark. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. shapeshifting. junoesque. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetics. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish. hooves. withered. old. young.

[ WEAPONRY ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower .metal rod. shotguns. needles.

[ MATERIAL ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory. electrum.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals.thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. mountains. fungi. cliffs.

[ ANIMALS ]  lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

[ FOOD & DRINK ]  sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. honey.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. piercing. watercolors. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection. opera.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs.

[ MISC ] landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. embracing. graveyard. protector. custodian.


Birmingham Lass, Camden Girl

Alfie Solomons X Reader

I was born and bred in Birmingham, like a fucking horse, but I don’t know whether it’s my home. You’ve heard the whole, ‘I was best friends with the Shelby’s’ thing before. I know you have. But no, we weren’t best friends, we were siblings. You’ll notice the use of ‘were’ and not 'are’ to describe my affiliation with the Shelby family. If I’m honest, I see them as my past now, because I don’t want them to be my present. Maybe that’s harsh and goes against the so called 'Shelby Way’ like we’re some kind of fucking royalty. But I don’t care because, our family was ruined by my brothers. They soiled our name and made it synonymous with fear and violence. If I told anyone I was a Shelby they’d think I was there to kill them.

Thomas is to blame. I blame him, I always have and always will. If he had not taken on that shipment of guns, none of this would have happened. If he hadn’t fallen for that Irish spy a lot of bad things also wouldn’t have happened to us. But no, Thomas dug our family’s grave but refused to lay in it. He made the rest of us lay in it instead.

It should have been me running the business. It would have been clean without any murder. I’m older than Tommy and more sane than Arthur. I’m the second eldest but I wasn’t even considered as the leader of the business. Even Polly didn’t support me and Ada was fucking Freddie Thorne so that didn’t help. As soon as Tommy told me about the guns, I hit him right round the face and walked off angrily. He never apologised or even really talked to me about it again off his own accord. Either way, I knew from that moment on that he wasn’t to be trusted.

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[[ Request: jealous jax imagine ]] - I’ve already done an imagine where Jax was jealous (click here to read it), so I thought I would make this one a bit different and go for a more protective side of things, just so the writing isn’t so monotonous. Hope you enjoy!

You stood by the bar, waiting on Chucky to bring back the drink you had asked for ten minutes ago. You rolled your eyes, wondering where nub-fingers had wandered off to now. You plopped down in a barstool and glanced around the room. The place was a mess. There were bikers, businessmen, crow eaters, and CaraCara girls scattered everywhere. The club was trying to secure some potential business partners, a bunch of gun-dealing lunatics, and they were throwing a big rager at the clubhouse to impress their potential partners. Clay wanted to have the deal secured before the night was over. Nobody really seemed to care for these businessmen too much - there was something a little off about them - but desperate times called for desperate measures. With the Irish temporarily out of the gun trade, SAMCRO was forced to buy elsewhere. And these guys just happened to be the next best thing. 

Gemma had asked for your help getting everything ready for the party, and as the old lady of the mother charter’s VP, you couldn’t exactly say no. Besides, Gemma was sort of your almost-mother-in-law, a thought that mildly terrified you. So you had half-heartedly agreed to Gemma’s request, and you had been helping her and Chucky stock the bar nearly all day. Now that the party had actually started and the guests of honor had arrived, you were taking a break and getting yourself a much needed, much deserved drink. That is, if Chucky would ever bring it back. 

After another few minutes of waiting, you grew impatient. You walked around the bar, deciding you would get your own drink. You were in the middle of pouring your favorite Scotch whisky into your glass when the sound of a thick Midwestern accent filled your ears. 

You looked up to see a young, fairly attractive man sitting at the bar in front of you. You knew he was a little too young to be one of the men in charge. He didn’t wear a suit like the other men either, and you wondered if he was some sort of security. You couldn’t help but notice the large muscles hidden just underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. 

“Mind making me one of those?” he asked, flashing you a flirtatious smile.

You nodded your head and smiled politely, removing a second glass from the shelf and filling it with whisky, all the while, silently cursing Chucky for deserting the bar and inadvertently leaving you in charge. 

“So, uh,” the man bit his lip suggestively. “After I have that drink,” he cocked his head to the side, “Maybe we could go somewhere a little more private.” 

You slammed the glass down on the bar and let out an annoyed scoff. “I don’t know what kind of idea you’ve got in your head,” you shook your head, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “But I am not one of them,” you stated, pointing in the general direction of Ima and the rest of the CaraCara girls who were currently half-naked and giving lap dances to the rest of the businessmen. 

The man flashed you a confident grin. “That don’t matter much to me, babe.” 

You tightened your jaw, trying to refrain from burying your fist in this arrogant asshole’s face. “Well, how about just a simple ‘no’, then?” you quipped, pushing the glass of whisky towards him just hard enough so some splashed out onto his shirt. “Also, I’m not your babe.” You flashed him a painfully fake smile. “Have a nice night,” you snapped, walking angrily away from the bar.


You sat at the table outside of the clubhouse, staring at the reaper on the wall in front of you and smoking a cigarette. You had to get out of the clubhouse for a little while. The smell of alcohol, cheap perfume, and even cheaper business suits was beginning to give you a headache, and you needed a break from it all. You took a long, slow drag of your cigarette and sighed. You swore if you had to look at another bare ass or cheap polyester suit, your eyes would roll out of your head. 

You heard a smug laugh behind you. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. You could smell his shitty cologne from a mile away. 

“We meet again,” the man said, probably thinking to himself that he was clever. But you already knew he had seen you walk out the door and followed you out after a few minutes, just long enough for him to be able to deny following you and insist it had been a coincidence.

You rolled your eyes and took another drag of your cigarette before tossing it to the ground and putting it out with the toe of your boot. You had to give it to him, if nothing else, he was persistent. “And now we say goodbye again,” you retorted, starting to walk back towards the door to the clubhouse. 

The man grabbed you by your arm suddenly, stopping you in your tracks. You felt his fingers dig into your arm, and he stared hard at you. 

You glared back at him, your face now rigid as stone. “Let go of me,” you snarled through gritted teeth, your voice calm and calculated. 

“I just wanna talk, baby,” the man responded, a disgustingly conceited smile spreading across his face. He shrugged and let out a short laugh. “That’s all.” 

You saw Jax walking up to you out of the corner of your eye. As soon as the man saw him, he quickly let your arm go.

“Hey, babe,” Jax said as he approached you. His eyes moved between you and the man standing in front of you. “What’s going on here?” Jax had a mischievous smirk on his face, and you knew that could only mean one thing. He had already seen the man talking to you at the bar earlier, and he didn’t quite like it. But now, seeing this man put his hands on you like that, how uncomfortable you clearly were, and the man’s inability to take no for an answer, Jax had to intervene. And he was going to have a little fun with it.

The man shook his head and flashed Jax a smug smile. “Just havin’ a friendly conversation.” 

“Is that right?” Jax asked, his smirk growing wider. He cocked his head to the side. “’Cause it looked to me like you were harassing my girlfriend here.” 

The man stood straight, realizing he was about to get himself into some trouble over you. He shook his head again, his jaw tightening. “Nah, man. We were just talking.” 

Jax nodded his head and raised his eyebrows, that famous smirk still present on his lips. “Good thing,” he told the guy, who was now clearly growing nervous. “’Cause if you were bothering her,” Jax shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “I’d have to kill you.” 

The man’s eyes grew wide, much to Jax’s amusement. Jax slapped a hand on the man’s shoulder and let out a sadistic laugh. “And I just cleaned my knife, man.” 

Jax threw his arm protectively around your waist. “Don’t ever mess with another man’s girl, asshole.” He led you back towards the clubhouse, leaving the man standing there with a shocked expression on his face.


"Bye, Gem!” you called over your shoulder as Jax led you outside. The party was still raging inside, but Jax decided to call it a night. The deal had been closed, and Clay didn’t need him anymore. All Jax wanted to do was go home and get you in bed. “Call me tomorrow, and I’ll help clean up!” you called to Gemma, ignoring Jax as he continued to pull you towards the door.

“Bye, baby,” she told you. “Love you! You too, Jackson!” 

You smiled and turned back to your old man, who was shaking his head at both you and his mother.  

“She never stops talking when you’re around,” he joked, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You shrugged. “Gemma likes me.”

Jax shook his head and let out a laugh. “I never thought I’d see the day that Gemma actually liked someone.” He leaned down, placed a kiss on the top of your head, and threw his arm over your shoulder. He flashed you a wide smile. “But I’m glad it’s you.” 

You were making your way towards Jax’s bike when Jax caught sight of the man from earlier, now sitting behind the wheel of a very expensive, very new car. It was obvious that he was waiting on you to walk outside. Apparently he had made the mistake of thinking you would be alone. The devilish little smirk you loved and knew so well began to form on Jax’s face again, and you already knew what he was thinking. Before you could stop him, he had removed his Ka-Bar from its sheath on his belt and had stabbed it into the front grill of the man’s car. Jax pulled the knife back quickly, a wild and satisfied look in his eyes. Both of you looked up at the man. All he could do was stare, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He didn’t dare move.

Jax put his knife into its sheath and threw his arm back around your shoulders. He turned, once again heading in the direction of his bike. He looked over his shoulder and called back to the man, “Told you not to mess with another man’s girl!” 

Don’t Leave Me

anonymous asked: can you write some barry x reader fluff please? Maybe some crossover with the arrow? the reader is friends with felicity smoke and felicity introduces them. Thanks! Love your writing!

A/N: Arrow and Flash crossover. Sorry it took longer than expected. Hope you like it Anon! Had a lot of fun writing it. :)

Word Count: 2,670

Felicity was in town for the first time in months. After I moved to Central City my best friend and I had started to drift apart. She was busy working as a CEO for Palmer Tech as well as being the hacker for Team Arrow. And I had been working as a private investigator for the past two years.

Felicity called me as she and Oliver were driving into Central City, “Hey girl. We’re almost at your apartment. I hope you don’t mind but I got us a reservation at Cafe de la Nuit.”

“Mind? Felicity! How did you get a reservation? It’s been booked solid for months.”

“Hello? CEO of a billion dollar company as well as the fiancee of Oliver Queen?”

“Of course, how could I forget?” I laughed knowing that she wasn’t trying to brag, just trying to be a good friend.

“Oh, and there will be someone else joining us,” she added quietly trying to make it seem like no big deal.

“Wait, what? Who is it?” 

“His name is Barry, Barry Allen.” Oh, no. She’s trying to set me up… again.

“Felicity, you know how I feel about blind dates,” I started before she quickly interrupted speaking a mile a minute.”

“But he’s a really great guy, and you guys would be perfect together. Plus he’s a CSI. And really adorable. He’s sweet and smart and funny an-”

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes and sighed, already regretting my decision.

“Yay! I promise it’s going to be great,” she squealed and I could hear Oliver laughing in the background.

“What time are we meeting?” I smiled to myself.

“Let’s say seven?” she giggled.

“Okay, see you then!”

“Bye!” and with the click of the phone I skipped to my closet debating on what to wear on this last minute date.

After two hours of eliminating outfits from my closet I finally landed on my plum dress with a sweetheart neckline and ended at the middle of my thigh. It hugged my curves in all the right places and complimented my already well endowed chest. 

My hair was pinned to the left side with my barrel curls draped over my shoulder, and just a touch of makeup placed carefully upon my face. Once I completed the finishing touches I slipped on my most comfortable black pumps and glanced at the clock. 6:40. Just enough time to get to the Cafe.

The Cafe was amazing. It had little white lights hanging around the outdoor patio which was filled with flowers. Inside was just as beautiful, chandeliers hanging throughout the restaurant. I glanced around and couldn’t see Felicity or Oliver anywhere so I decided to wait at the bar.

“Chardonnay please,” I waved as I sat in one of the stools.

As I sipped on my white wine, I heard a commotion at the doors that grabbed my attention, “Sorry, excuse me!” a tall man with brown hair busted through the doors, “Hello, yes, reservation for Smoke?” He said as he leaned, not so gracefully, at the podium.

Smoke? Felicity Smoke. That must be Barry. I sat my glass down on the bar and walked towards them.

“Of course, sir. Right this way,” the host motioned his arm to the dining room.

“Barry?” I asked as I gently placed my hand on his arm.

He jumped slightly, “Oh, yes, yeah. I’m Barry. You must be Y/n. It’s uh-” then he looked at me, really looked at me, “You look amazing,” he smiled to himself and sheepishly grabbed the nape of his neck.

I looked at him standing there in his suit vest and slim black tie, “You’re not looking so bad yourself.”

We followed the host to a table set for two, “Excuse me sir, there must be some mistake. We’re meeting two more people tonight,” I queried. 

“No ma’am, no mistake. Ms. Smoke called and informed me that she and Mr. Queen would be unable to attend this evening, but insisted that you two enjoy yourselves this evening,” then without a second thought he left.

“Were you aware of this?” I asked Barry, knowing that Felicity had probably planned this well in advance.

“No. Um, you still want to stay right?” he sounded nervous as his piercing green eyes searched my face.

“Of course, I would never waste a reservation at a fancy restaurant,” I smiled and grabbed his hand only for a moment, “So Barry Allen, Felicity tells me you’re a CSI…”

“Yeah, I work for the CCPD. I’ve always been interested in science, plus I like helping people. And I want to make Central City a safer place,” he smiled to himself, “What do you do?”

“I’m a private investigator. I’ve always been very curious and I love mysteries. I also like finding answers and knowing the truth about people. Especially when they don’t want anyone else to know about it. The challenge makes it fun,” I paused for a moment then leaned in and whispered, “My latest curiosity is to find out who the scarlet speedster really is…”

Barry nearly choked on his drink, “Do you really think you can figure out his true identity?”

“Sure, I’ve already unmasked one guardian of a city,” Barry’s jaw just dropped as he stared at me wide eyed.

“Really who?”

“I know who the Arrow is, along with the rest of his team. But that’s for me to know and you to figure out with that big gorgeous brain of yours,” I smiled teasing him.

He leaned in close and whispered by my ear, “Oliver Queen?”

“What? How do you know?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

The rest of the date went extremely well, we talked about our lives and families, along with some interspersed moments of tragic backstory.

It was well past nine thirty when we finally left the restaurant, the check being taken care of by Felicity, who I would definitely pay back later.

Barry and I decided to walk since it was so nice out. As Barry walked me home he got a text message, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. It’s the CCPD. I’ve got to go. I had a great time,” he gave me a quick hug and turned to get to the precinct but before he could take one more step I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to me. 

“What no good night kiss?” Before he could say anything I reached around his neck and brought his lips to my own. His arms quickly wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. His soft lips moved in sync with my own and with each second the kiss grew deeper. My knees grew weak and I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair. Then his phone buzzed in his pocket causing him to pull back slightly, resting his forehead on my own, “That was amazing… but I really have to go.”

“Goodnight Barry,” I smiled and released his hands before turning around and walking back towards my apartment.

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As I opened the door to my apartment, Felicity was waiting on the couch inside, “Felicity, what are you doing here?” 

“Tell me everything,” she squealed as she patted a spot on the couch next to her, “Now spill.”

“He’s great, I think the probability of a second date is incredibly high,” I smiled widely thinking about how his warm soft lips felt on my own, “Oh no.”


“I forgot to give him my number. He had to run early,” Felicity’s eyes grew wide.

“Run? Run where? Are you sure he didn’t drive or walk or take an uber?”

“I just meant that he got called away on a case for his job,” why is she acting so strange?

“Oh, right,” she sighed and took a deep breath, “I knew that.”

After another few weeks of dating Barry he had completely taken my breath away. He was sweet and caring, funny and smart, not to mention romantic. But he was also chronically late, and very often ditched early for a case. It didn’t take me long to realize that he was hiding something. It was my job to dig up the truth but I didn’t want to risk what I had with Barry, I decided to let it go knowing that Felicity wouldn’t have set us up if he was a bad guy, plus everyone has their secrets. He would tell me eventually right?

After yet another fantastic date, Barry got a text beckoning him to a crime scene and I was left to take myself home. The quiet was often comforting and gave me time to be blissfully happy with Barry. 

As I rounded the corner I heard footsteps behind me and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Is someone following me? I slowly picked up speed hoping that I was imagining things but they too followed me faster. I rounded the corner hoping to lose them but I ran smack dab into a large man holding a knife. He wrapped his large arms around me and covered my mouth as I screamed and kicked my legs forcefully. I bit down on his finger just before I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins and I drifted out of consciousness. 

My arms were sore as I slowly opened my eyes. I looked around the empty warehouse with the leaky roof. It smelled of mold and the dampness hung in the air. My arms were bound behind my back on a chair with a fraying rope, and my ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. I struggled slightly trying to loosen the grip and break free but it was no use. The rope just tore the skin on my arms. 

“Oh, look, sleeping beauty is up,” one man said as he ascended from the shadows. He walked over and placed his hand on my face, it was an automatic reflex to spit on him, “Why you little-”

“Don’t!” I heard another voice but couldn’t see who it belonged to, “We need her alive and well for our plan to work.”“Come on, boss,” the man growled angrily, “She needs to learn some manners.”“And you need to learn your place!”

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N,” the second voice crept from the shadows, “Sorry for the inconvenience,” he grinned, “But you are a rare opportunity.”

“Opportunity for what exactly? Because as I see it, the only opportunity you’ve created for yourself is a trip to Iron Heights.”

“And opportunity to kill the Flash of course,” he chuckled to himself considering the brilliance of his ‘plan’.

“The Flash? I don’t know the Flash, I’ve never even seen him. And he certainly won’t risk himself for a total stranger. I wouldn’t let him if he wanted to.”

“You underestimate your importance,” he stepped closer and whispered in my ear, making my whole body curl in disgust.

“Well, if you’re so big and bad then why do you need me?”

“You’re the bait,” he sneered.

“What afraid you can’t take on the Flash without a trap? I guess you couldn’t even take me on without a trap. It took two of you to get little ol’ me. Plus you needed a taser. So manly,” I dramatized hoping to push his buttons. To drive the two captors crazy, wanting to know their plan.

“That’s enough,” the goon yelled before stomping over and forcefully applying duct tape across my mouth, “Let’s see how you do without food and water!” The two men laughed as the left the building.

Wiggling in my seat I struggled with my watch with a GPS locator that Felicity had purchased for me in case I ever needed the Green Arrow. I pressed the button and heard a small beep telling me the tracker was active. It was only a matter of time before help arrived.

*Felicity’s POV*

My phone started beeping wildly and a red screen popped up “Y/N’s Tracker has been activated. Emergency Alert System.”

“Shit, Oliver! Y/n just turned on her tracker. She needs help. Oh my god. What if something’s wrong? What if she’s hurt? We have to help her!” I screamed as I ran across the Arrow Cave towards Oliver getting ready to leave for the night.

“Okay, Felicity, just hold on. Breathe. Call Barry and tell him to check it out,” Oliver said sternly just trying to calm me down.

“Okay, breathe, breathe Felicity. Breathe and stop talking to yourself,” I chanted aloud as I pulled out my phone and clicked on Barry’s number. Ring… pick up Barry! Ring… Ring… 

“Hello?” he answered clueless to what was going on.

“Barry, Y/n’s in trouble. She turned on her emergency tracker. She’s at the warehouse district. Front Street it says.”

“Wait Felicity what?” he yelled in disbelief.

“Run Barry, run!” I yelled and heard the click of the phone.

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*Reader’s POV*

After a solid ten minutes I felt a gust of wind as a streak of lightning danced along the ground. Flash.

He was walking towards me when his eyes grew wide.

“Flash, how thoughtful of you to stop by,” the familiar sneer called behind me as I felt a gun press against my temple.

“Let her go, this is between you and me. She has nothing to do with this.”

“Actually she does. You see, you took someone from me… and now you are going to lose someone,” I saw lightning in the Flash’s eyes, the anger and hatred rising up. My captor must have seen it too, “Oh and if you move over seventy miles an hour then the entire building will blow. Bombs are throughout the building set to be activated by kinetic energy.”

“Let her go. Take me instead.”

“Tempting, but you see I want your pain to be lasting. I want it to torture and haunt you every day for the rest of your life.”

I stared into the Flash’s eyes, and mouthed “Run.” 

He gave me a small nod and sped towards me as I leaned forwards slamming on the ground, face first, but out of the line of fire. He scooped up the captor and took his gun. He must of remained under the seventy mile an hour mark because no bombs went off. 

He used some extra rope in the corner and tied my two captors to a beam in the building. Then ran over to me and started untying the knots at incredible speeds, “Y/n are you okay?”

How does he know my name? “Fine,” my nose was bleeding and my head was in major pain, not to manage the rope burns on my wrists and ankles. My ears were ringing but I needed to be fine. Everything had to be fine.

“No you’re not, you’re bleeding. We have to get out of here. Hold on,” he scooped me up bridal style and I buried my head in his chest as I grabbed around his neck. He took the first step and we were in a wind tunnel everything passing by mixed in a blur. You couldn’t make out one building from all the rest. The energy that passed over us was sensational. 

Finally we stopped. I looked around and saw computers and a giant treadmill and science equipment everywhere. Are we in STAR Labs?

“Caitlin, I need your help. It’s y/n, she’s hurt.” The lights were incredibly bright and everything was going fuzzy.

“Don’t leave me,” I whispered slowly closing my eyes.

“No, no y/n. You can’t close your eyes. Stay awake. Look at me. Right at me. I’m not leaving you but please just stay awake,” the Flash set me on the bed and pushed his mask back and revealed those familiar green eyes and brown hair.

“Barry… You saved me…” I smiled weakly. He leaned down and ever so slightly pressed his lips against my own. 

“I almost lost you.”

“You will never lose me, Barry.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, too, Barry Allen.”

Magic of a Fay

Fairy boy, you catch my eye,
Trough candles and smoke
In a loop of time
We have a nice talk
A fine glass of wine
And coziness in the dark

You’re strange, but fair
I have to confess
Under tilleylamps flicker
I care even less
Wether fairy or not
You are pleasing my eyes

And I recognize
The fume between your lips
Suits your face too well
To resist any kiss
Or any little spell

Winter’s Loss

Here’s my truce gift for this year! (take two via tablet since the cell phone ate the formatting 0_0)

@astrophantompines asked for Vlad angst or H/C. I tried to get a little bit of both in there? Much thanks to @cordria for beta reading and helping me out with the ending! I hope you enjoy, and Merry Christmas!


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Maddie was dead.

It was a brilliantly clear, bright winter’s evening. A thick coating of snow covered the ground, glittering in the cool blue light of a waxing moon; bare black tree branches created a delicate network of shadows across the ground that slipped by field by field.

All of this natural beauty was wasted on Vlad Masters, whose barely-contained fury turned his eyes–and therefore the landscape–red. Maddie was dead, victim of a petty cruelty. She was dead, and that was the end of it.

He carried a bulging sack slung over one shoulder, and the odd angles of metal that ground into his shoulder blades only served to fuel his wrath. He’d gotten his vengeance, but it did little to soften the acid eating into his heart.

Little strings of lights winked up at him from a few far-flung farmhouses. They cast soft haloes of red, green and gold onto the snow, all so discordantly festive. Maddie was dead. Just in time for Christmas.

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I Don't Believe It's True [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: Can you do an evil barry imagine where the reader is the hero and she and her team (caitlin,Cisco etc) needs Barry’s help and he acts like he doesn’t want to even though he is secretly worried that she will get hurt so when the villain they are trying to catch hurts the reader really bad her team is kind of shocked that Barry doesn’t want to leave until she wakes up

a/n: im so tired im like fucking hamilton; writes like running out of time

Barry twirls a fry around, sticking it in his mouth, but doesn’t bite it. The fry hangs in between his plush pink lips and he watches the TV screen. The footage was from an hour and a half ago. When he sees the meta throw you against the wall, his chest concaves with guilt. He knew he should have agreed to help you. It was just because you are a hero. He doesn’t want to be a hero. He doesn’t want to be hurt either.

The crispy fry is abandoned as he runs to S.T.A.R. Labs; his black and white checkered slip on Vans smoking. He doesn’t give a shit, stomping through the curved hallway with a look of disgust. “Where is she?!” he demands, pointing at the ground as soon as he enters the cortex. Caitlin squeaks, eyes glancing to the room on the left; he sees you through the glass window.

His black sweater leaves a trail of smoke behind him while his white ripped skinny jeans carry him to you. Bruises cover your face and the golden suit is gashed with knife marks. Barry frowns, knuckles leaning on the white bedsheets. “Why is she not healing?” he says quietly, voice filled with anger. Both remain silent. “Why is she not healing?!” he repeats louder.

“She is. It’s just taking more time because of the meta’s abilities. Her body is both trying to adapt to his toxins and the physical injuries.” Caitlin explains, gesturing with her hands, tugging her lower lip in between her teeth. She is kind of scared of Barry in this state. “She should be waking up in an hour or so.” she offers hopefully.

Barry keeps his mossy green eyes locked on your body. He squats; ass almost touching the floor and shoes slipping off his heels. His arms rests on the bed, propping his chin up. “I’m staying until  she wakes up. Deal with it.” he mutters in a curt tone. Cisco raises his arms, turning to Caitlin and mouthing ‘wow’, sitting down.

Caitlin purses her lips, stepping closer to the speedster, she bends her upper body. Should she say something? “Um, Barry, she is going to be okay. You know that, right?” All she gets in response is a grunt. “Why…are you here?” she questions, taking the words one at a time.

“None of your damn buisness, Snow.” he snares, his back muscles flexing.

They decide to leave the villain alone. For the next hour and a half, he doesn’t move an inch. Occasionally, he fixes his red Neff beanie and stands, squatting back down. That’s it. Cisco thinks it’s weird. “He’s gotta have an ulterior motive, something…” the engineer whispers to the doctor; she shrugs.

An extremely loud groan escapes your mouth as you feel the pain in your entire body. Barry’s feet shift in his Vans while he readjusts his potion. “Gee, leave you alone for an hour and you almost die on me.” he scoffs, making you smile. “Next time you’ll have help from a villain… Can’t have the hero fail, right?” he mumbles, nibbling on his lip.

“You came… to check on me… Aw, you do care!” you coo, fixing the tuff of hair from his beanie carefully. He merely rolls his eyes. Cares is a strong word, he would say.