#sorry if this seems disjointed nonny

[shaunashipman]

crying thinking about maddie noticing tommy calling buck evan and how happy he seems. like tommy definitely gets the "you better treat him right or else" speech from maddie and he's all of course i really care about evan and maddie's all ooh i don't think that's. cool with him. and evan shows up all smiles and it is cool with him!! he's so happy!!

also do you think tommy too was unnecessarily reckless when he was younger. like he's not needed, doesn't really have a lot to lose. dude puts his job and life at risk bc chimney calls, he's definitely pulling the same kind of stunts buck did.

ooooh yes i love the idea of her hearing him call buck evan first and like, does she say something, she should say something, but it isn't quite her place, but it's her little brother and he really seems to like tommy and tommy seems to really like him, and she wants it work out, but--

and then before she can decide what to say buck comes over and tommy's just like "hey, evan" and buck's eyes just light up and his face goes all gooey and maddie's like oh and then when tommy goes to get them refills or something she links arms with buck and is just like "so, evan?" and buck goes completely red and tries to hide his face

anyway

i do think he was unnecessarily reckless was he was younger, i think that's something he and buck have in common, but for different reasons. buck, at least when he was younger, wasn't doing it because he thought himself expendable (that came when he found ppl who he loved and who loved him, but still hadn't learned to love himself, so of course he should be the one put in danger). but with tommy, I think when you can't value yourself in one aspect of your life, in can be hard to value yourself in other parts

however, as for jumping when chimney called and flying into a hurricane, i think that's a bit more that he didn't leave the 118 fast enough when bobby showed up and got infected with just enough of that crazy that gets the 118 into all their trouble, cause buck didn't bring that with him, he just brought it out

(I also love in fics, when chim calls him and says he needs a chopper, tommy's like "uhhh" then chim says it's for hen and tommy then immediately agrees lmao)

[tartigglez]

HIIIII CAN I BE 🫧 ANON?? ILY THANKS!!!

could i get diluc (+ ur favs!!) assisting reader who’s hurt in battle :(( jus want my darknight hero to come rescue me 😮‍💨😮‍💨

hi nonnie! sorry it took me a while to get this done. i honestly don't really like what i've come up with but i hope its something along the lines of what you were looking for! also, i decided to make this a oneshot as opposed to hc's, so enjoy!

"do not concern yourself with such matters"

diluc x gn!reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort (???)

word count: 900-ish

tags: lol get rescued ig, diluc doesn't know how to interact normally which is lowkey kinda funny, reader gets injured, physical contact/being carried?

tw/cw: cuts, wounds, generally just,, pain? also diluc lowkey just takes the reader to his house while they're unconscious (no negative intent), idk how to put this other than "examining the thighs" of the reader but he's TREATING A CUT OKAY? i think that's it?

a/n: eek this took to long to write bc i was being lazy, so it might feel a little disjointed or as celeste would put it: "might read like a wet dog"

cryo abyss mage.

23:00 

200m from dawn winery.

you awoke with a pounding head, and little to no feeling in any part of your body, blurry vision and barely any consciousness, just feeling icy, freezing. you noticed nothing but pure, vibrant vermillion, before closing your eyes again, not knowing at all what was going on, completely unaware.

23:35

50m from dawn winery

slowly willing your eyes open, in a daze, with your head resting against something warm, comforting, you could hear loud breathing, and some sort of fast movement… running? someone was… carrying you? with it being far too exhausting to stay awake, you closed your eyes once again...

00:30

dawn winery

you awakened in a warm room, in some sort of bed. a cosy blanket covered your legs and waist, and your head rested on soft pillows. you had very little recollection of anything that happened, but still felt oddly safe. upon looking around the room, you saw a few dimly lit lamps, oak furniture, some sort of grand vanity set, and wooden floorboards. 

the stream of thoughts running through your head was interrupted by the entrance of a tall, handsome man, dressed in a black t-shirt and some sort of lounge trousers, wearing thinly rimmed glasses, sporting the same vermillion locks you had envisioned earlier. and he was… carrying two glasses of water? this man was… what was his name? the bartender… ah, yes!

“master ragnvindr? what.. are you doing here? what am i doing here? what happened?”

“there is no need for being so formal, since we’ve spoken before. then again perhaps you don’t remember, you were rather intoxicated. call me diluc. as for what i’m doing here, this is my home, why wouldn’t i be here? as for what happened, and why you are here… i think you might need a lesson on why we shouldn't approach enemies alone, hm?

“but… the abyss mage. it was outside th-”

“i took care of it. don’t worry”

“i-okay”

there was a silence in the room, which was somewhat uncomfortable, awkward, but not unbearable, and you knew it was up to you to break it. 

“what…”

“what happened?”

“i presume from your injuries, and the fact that the mage was no longer shielded that you managed to break its shield before it hit you with an attack. judging by your current symptoms it seems that it hit you with some sort of direct cryo energy to the head, which explains your lack of consciousness” 

“but… why were you…?”

“do not concern yourself with such matters”

“i… but–”

“here, i brought you water. you should focus on recovering for now. how are you feeling?”

he moved himself to sit next to you on the bed, as you sat up to take the glass out of his hand. 

“thanks… i’m okay, just a bit achey”

“achey? did you sustain any other injuries?”

“uh, my leg feels a little weird, but don’t worry about it, i’m sure it’s fine”

"if you are injured, you must tell me.”

“i think it might be cut but… it’s fine, i’ll deal with it”

“where?”

“oh… uh-”

“where.”

his tone was stern, but certainly not angry. somehow gentle but assertive at the same time.

“uh, somewhere on my thigh, i think-”

“give me one moment.”

he got up and abruptly left the room. this diluc -as you now called him- certainly was a strange, strange man…

you then heard the door into the room click closed once again. the man was now holding a first aid kit, and what looked like a pair of shorts… how odd. 

“here, change into these and i’ll have a look at it.”

“but… master diluc, don’t you think that’s a little-”

“a little what?”

“uh, nothing, nevermind…”

“i’ll be back in a few”

“oh, uhm, okay…”

and so, seemingly having no other option, you slowly, somewhat painfully changed into the shorts, noticing a lesion on your right thigh. it wasn’t particularly deep, but it was long, and still bleeding a little bit.

a knock on the door put an end to your thoughts.

“are you done? may i come in?”

“uh… yeah.”

he slowly opened the door, you sitting on his bed looking at your wound, and him looking concerned. he then sat down on the bed beside you, after lifting the first aid kit from the dresser where he had left it. he proceeded to lift some antiseptic out, to start cleaning the wound. 

“here, this might sting a bit”

he pushed the hem of the shorts up your leg a bit so he could have full access to the cut. he then began dabbing at it with the cotton.

“agh, it hurts”

that feeling was immense pain, and you felt a little childish, having your injuries tended to like this.

purely by natural instinct, diluc moved his free hand to one of yours, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently. his hand was warm and calloused, and he was extremely focused on the task at hand, so he didn’t seem to notice you admiring his rather striking features.

“you’re okay, i’m almost done”

you hissed in pain, burying your head into his shoulder out of instinct. thankfully he didn’t seem to mind. 

“there, done. are you alright?"

“yeah, yeah, thank you”

“not a problem. do you need anything else?”

“uh, no, i don’t think so”

“alright, in that case then, i'll be going to bed.”

“wait”

“yes?”

“uh…”

“uh?”

“can you… stay?”

“i was waiting for that”

(au where diluc is secretly a flirty bastard)

[areyouscarletcold]

for the fic ask, can you do (from the spider-man au) the passage where Len helps Iris and Barry sneak into the bar? I loved that he saved them outside of the suit

I started writing my response to this but Tumblr ate it, so I’m sorry if this seems disjointed, Nonnie. Also I’m glad you liked Len saving them as himself because that’s one of my favorite bits too :)

What Tangled Webs We Weave

“One,” Len stepped forward and part of him was irrationally pleased when Barry didn’t retreat, his eyes flitting between Len’s raised finger and his face, “they let me in because, in case you didn’t notice, this isn’t a high school cafeteria. There are real criminals inside playing pool and looking for an excuse to pick a fight. And two: there’s no way you wouldn’t draw attention to yourselves.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

They had to know what they looked like, especially with Iris’s shoulder pressed against Barry’s back, in their sweaters and hoop earrings, a picture-perfect pair. They couldn’t be more obvious if they were holding up signs that read We’re eighteen and in love and we’ve never stolen a penny in our lives! Next to Len’s leather jacket and the knife in his back pocket…

Yeah, they’d never stand a chance.

Aka, you’re both hot and look far too much like high school sweethearts for people to ignore you.

Len scanned them both with a quick flick of his gaze, not bothering to hide his appreciation for once. Iris’s cheeks colored faintly but she stood her ground.

“Let’s just say,” he drawled, “that neither of you look like criminals.”

If I could insert a Lenny face here, I would. (Also Len is definitely not picturing them as thieves, why would you ask?)

“Len.” He started to open his mouth to cut Barry off but an unexpected warmth closed around his wrist and any words died at the heat behind Barry’s hazel eyes. “Please. It’s important, okay? We wouldn’t… We wouldn’t ask this if it wasn’t.”

Fun fact of the day: this one paragraph? May be an extremely subtle reference to the scene - you all know which one, don’t lie - in Saints and Sinners where Barry tries to convince Len to help transport the Rogues. Because I found it funny and oddly fitting at the time.

“And just what could be so important?”

Barry glanced back at Iris who hesitated only a moment before nodding to her boyfriend. The twin stares, alongside Barry’s grip on his wrist, sent curls of lightning buzzing underneath his skin.

“Iris’s brother, Wally. He - ” Barry shut his eyes. “He got involved with some bad people, they’re making him meet them here tonight. Criminals like you said. He doesn’t want to, he’s not - it’s not like - ”

If this were Iris, she’d likely be more overt about trying to convince him to help, but Barry’s too busy rambling and reassuring him that Wally’s a good kid. Which works in their favor anyway because Len’s a sucker for nerds.

Another thing I just realized: Wally would love Spider-Len (as well as Cisco, at first, before he realizes how much of an asshole Len is) and it was truly a crime that I couldn’t fit him into this fic more.

Damn them both. Len was tempted to close his own eyes. He settled for a grimace and ignored the flare of relief that crossed the couple’s faces.

Lewis was going to kill him for wasting time. Thank god Lisa was at Mick’s, had been since he realized it was either him or Lisa on call tonight.

Or, the writer realized they ought to send Lisa elsewhere in case Lewis took the anger out on her later because Len would never allow that. But sure, let’s go with that explanation.

“Stick close to me,” he ground out. “Not a word, just stick by me even if you see him.”

Iris frowned. “But - ”

“Do you trust me?”

*side-eyes Aladdin* This is…strangely full of references that the writer thought were funny way back when.

Iris opened her mouth before shutting it swiftly. She considered him, her mouth a thin line as Barry fidgeted, his fingers rubbing absently on the inner skin of Len’s wrist. The touch was foreign; he wanted to jerk away from the soothing warmth, call the whole thing off.

I love Leonard “Ew, a feeling” Snart with all my heart.

“What if they’re already here?” He’d never heard her voice waver like this, an almost imperceptible shift if he hadn’t been watching her. “And he’s - ”

“Iris.” She blew out a breath and Barry placed his other hand on her back. It felt so wrong, to be part of this moment, to be connected by Barry’s hands when the worry bleeding from them both was palpable. Len forced his voice to soften, to gentle and steel Iris’s nerves. “I need you to trust me. Wally will be fine. I know what I’m doing.”

He can be thoughtful when he wants to be. And seeing this shift in the teasing, confident Iris he’s been privy to is jarring enough for Len to calm her down with Barry.

(It’s definitely not wrong to be part of that moment, honey, because it’s the first time they’re seeing you and not Spidey. Also because the writer planned that line way in advance because you’re a hero whether you like it or not.)

Len’s arc of becoming a hero, by the way, is a sort-of subtle change throughout the fic that I decided to tie in when I got to maybe the third section? Because I realized, looking at both canon and this Len in particular, that he really would be a hero in this verse and Len’s never been a character able to stand by while bad things are happening to people (i.e. the metas in the pipeline situation, sticking with the Legends and even calling them “our friends” after just a few missions?).

Pick a passage of 500 words or less from my fanfics and I’ll write a commentary on my writing

[ripplestitchskein]

You have no proof CS aren't together for most of 6b. Just your assumptions based off disjointed filming spoilers that account for maybe 2% of an episode, for a maximum of 3 out of 12 episodes. CS being apart for most of 6b is not a fact, so perhaps you shouldn't state it as if it is one.

*shrug* I’m just as likely to be right as any of the other people spouting things off as facts. There’s a whole lot of that going on in this fandom. We’re all making assumptions based on the data we have, why is mine less valid than yours or anyone else’s? Just because it’s not sunshine and rainbows?

In fact, most of my dash lately has been people making assumptions about happy endings and the show being picked up and Jen and Colin staying on board, and a big romantic wedding. Lotta people saying a lot of things about potentially romantic moments like they are certainties. Yet, I don’t recall seeing a cowardly Nonnie policing their inboxes?

Filming spoilers give us an idea of which groups are together, and those groups persist through the whole episode. You’re welcome to take a peek at past seasons filming spoilers to confirm that. Take for instance the finale. I said the same thing then, and I got some policing Nonnies who claimed some percentage of filming spoilers not being indicative of the episode content (I think it was 10% at that time, I guess it’s gone down) and sure enough they were separated the entire episode and all we got was a single out of place kiss at the end. That episode went down pretty much verbatim as I said it would.

And let’s not forget my 5B premiere disappointment where again, I said Hook would be in like one scene and it would mostly be a Regina fest and that they would undermine Emma’s entire journey into the Underworld by implying she would have gone for Neal too. Shocker, right again! Lots of Nonnie’s in my inbox then too.

You’re welcome to look at all my posts about the Mirror episode where I said they were going to fridge him so they could force an E/R adventure. Or my countless posts about how the Wish Realm would play out with Killian being a big ole joke and having fuck all to do with anything. Right then too!

I have other examples of how I’ve correctly guessed things on the show based on filming spoilers and interviews, but I think I’ll stop there. You’re free to peruse my ouat negativity tag and my ouat speculation tag if you’re so inclined.

For someone who seems so concerned with citing your sources seem be throwing around some hard numbers there Nonnie with your 2%, yet strangely you don’t seem to be bothered by you yourself acting like that is a fact?

Why don’t you own up to the truth? I said something you fear might actually be true, and it upset you, but rather than face the possibility that most of this half season will be Emma and Killian separated, dealing with other things, probably in the background as the true focus of the storylines play out, with a rushed engagement and no shared storyline, you come into my inbox to try and invalidate my assumptions.

Just a word of advice Nonnie. My viewpoint is not a threat to yours. If that’s not what was written and filmed my posting about it on my little blog isn’t going to change it. I promise I have no control over what actually happens in the show. I know you got a bit scared there.

I’m sorry I made you doubt all your “facts”.