#nde tag

[confessionseddie]

2.18 | 6.10

[setmeatopthepyre]

several sentence sunmonday

I was tagged by the wonderful @iphyslitterator and since I was spontaneously possessed by an idea last night I actually have a tiny bit to share

It's 8:39 PM when Tommy walks out the door, leaving Buck behind in a daze, and he swears he can feel his heart sink to his stomach.

It's 8:39 PM when Tommy walks out the door, leaving Buck behind in a daze, and he swears he can feel his heartbeat in his lips.

It's 8:39 PM when the tail rotor fails.

It's 8:39 PM when lightning strikes and stops his heart and he keels over the edge of the ladder, falling, falling, falling, until he hits an abrupt stop at the end of his line.

It's 8:39 PM when a silver truck swerves and spins off a dark and quiet road.

It's 8:39 PM when they call time of death and a family breaks in ways that will never be repaired.

It's 8:39 PM when the first call comes in to the 9-1-1 dispatch center.

It's 8:39 PM when lips press against his and for the first time it doesn't feel like lying.

It's 8:39 PM when he doesn't reach up to take his hand and becomes his first loss. His first loss he remembers. All he had to do was take his hand.

It's 8:39 PM when a father and son are reunited and he realizes he didn't lose him, he didn't lose him.

It's 8:39 PM.

Somehow it's always been 8:39 PM.

no pressure tagging @sugarpenchant @cliophilyra @autisticbucktommy

[quintessenceofdust88]

Ohhhh it’s so hard to choose—

🍼🍼🍼🍼 & 🚁🚁🚁🚁

(It wasn’t hard at all you’re doing my two of my favorite things!!!) 🤣🫶

HAHAHA and then you chose both, I love that! Thank you smmm for sending them and for the tag <3 Let's start with 20 sentences of Little Blobs for you:

“Hen, you don’t think I’m…” Buck can’t even say it; the possibility had never crossed his mind, and yet… It feels like his brain is short-circuiting as he revisits his latest symptoms in his mind. 

“Well, why not? You are a carrier, aren’t you? You told me that when you were debating if you could be a surrogate to your friends” She says, and Buck nods dumbly. “And, well, I know you and Tommy get… busy with each other very often.” “We…Well, yeah, but I take birth control” Buck says, frantically recalling the last few weeks in his mind and wondering if he could’ve forgotten to take the pill at some point. And then it dawns on him how frantic their wedding day had been, and yeah, he doesn’t remember taking it on that day. Or the day after. Or during their weekend honeymoon in San Diego (they had been… busy, as Hen would put it). “Oh, fuck, Hen, what if I’m pregnant?! I can’t be pregnant right now, it’s not the plan!” “Buckaroo, I don’t know what the plan is, but life doesn’t tend to care for it. Maybe you’re not; I’m just saying it’s a possibility and you should check it” Hen says placatingly. “If it’s positive, you and Tommy will figure it out; if it’s negative, you owe me 30 bucks for the tests”

--- And now for 20 sentences of CRASH!THAT!HELICOPTER! angst:

“You found your present” He says dumbly, his eyes not leaving the burgundy hoodie that’s so beautifully wrapped around Evan’s frame, making him look as cozy and adorable as Tommy expected. And, well. It might not have been the smartest thing to say, but he supposes there’s a lot of morphine going through his body right now. 

“Well, yeah, after you told my sister where it was as your helicopter crashed? After you wished me Merry Christmas and Happy New Year as your parting words?! It wasn’t so difficult” He answers with a somewhat hysterical chuckle. “What the hell, Tommy?! You’re too much of a coward to actually let yourself be loved and see a future with me, but not to send a farewell message to me through dispatch?! You’re unbelievable!”

“Buck…” He starts, but it’s clear he won’t get to say anything this time. For one, his brain is still working a little too slow to translate thoughts into words. Evan seems to notice it, and lets out a defeated sigh. 

“We… We’ll talk later, ok? Let’s get a doctor to check on you first. Sorry, that should have been the first thing I did” He says grumpily, and presses the button by Tommy’s bed. 

From them on, it’s a flutter of doctors and nurses, and Tommy learns the extent of the damage: a broken femur, at least five crushed ribs and a small concussion, not to mention the thousand bruises that turned his whole left side black and blue; he hasn’t looked at a mirror yet, but it can’t be pretty.  --- I hope you like it and have a wonderful week, my dear <3

[emgiehae]

No ty 🩷

I don't need to know how long i was on ao3 thx 🩷 thats between me and satan when i inevitably go to hell for my ao3 history 🩷

[finnickodaiir]

Say what you will about Taylor, but saying that she doesn't have interesting melodies and a nice voice is always so ??

[jiraiema]

Thanks for the tags that's so interesting! I'm really happy you survived and that you're still alive :>

I wish I could have a free trial of death just to see if it's worth it

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

sweet like honey, tastes like home

🍯 blood kink 🍯 eddie nde 🍯 bottom!eddie & service top!buck 🍯 freak4freak

AKA the blood kink fic

“Eddie,” He says again, pulling back to look at Eddie’s eyes, trying to see if he’s there, if he’s doing this for real. “You’re–”

Concussed. Bleeding. Scaring me.

“Buck,” Eddie begs, fingernails digging into Buck’s shoulders, eyes wide and imploring. “Thought I wasn’t going to make it. Thought I was going to die before I got to, please–”

Eddie doesn’t ask. He never asks. He’s asking now.

OR

Eddie has a close call at work that ends with both of them bleeding and desperate for each other in more ways than one.

read on ao3

tags for those who expressed interest under the cut <3

@dracculaura @playinginthunderstorms @dadbodbuck @semperama @shealwaysreads @pairofraggedclaws @livesbetweenpages @lookforanewangle @divine-victory

[buckleyflower]

running, walking, crawling (back to you)

affectionately also known as the Buck NDE while Eddie is in Texas fic | 18.4k | on ao3

Then Buck shrugs and flips the screen instead of verbally answering.

Eddie sees that he’s having breakfast too and that about shatters his already unsteady heart.

God. Buck FaceTimed him to have breakfast together. What are they? Long-distance lovers?

“Oh, you– I see,” he chokes out. “What do you have there?”

He feigns a nonchalance that does not belong to him in the slightest.

Buck smiles and takes a bite of something that Eddie can’t exactly identify. Then proceeds to talk through a mouthful and Eddie knows he’s fucked when he wishes he were there, instead of somewhere in Arizona.

“You’re disgusting,” he tells Buck, while Buck explains that he’s eating leftover banana bread and Eddie can see the way he’s (admittedly disgustingly) chewing, and he’s hit with the realization that he’s been dreading since he dropped everything — mustache and every carefully crafted façade — and started dancing in his living room not long ago: he wants this man and this man only for the rest of his life.

And he doesn’t care if he can’t have him, if Buck somehow doesn’t want him back, he doesn’t care about the way Buck has to stay in his life as long as he doesn’t have to find out how to navigate through life without Buck.

The road trip to Texas has solved one of his many problems, it seems. He’s come to terms with his love.

sweet people who asked for a tag: @manic-mind22 @hunter-lilith @shay092019 @fluroscenthibiscus @emgiehae @number1birby (sorry if I missed someone)

[glorious-spoon]

WIP Wednesday

nobody tagged me, so i'm tagging myself! this is from a buddie NDE prompt fill that is somehow turning into an eddie and chris fic, oops

"Eddie," his mom says. "We need to talk about this." "Maybe in the living room?" his dad finally interjects, with a pointed nod at Chris's closed door. Eddie bites down on the side of his tongue until it hurts. Then he nods, very deliberately. "Sure. Sounds good." There's a chess set on the sideboard, a stack of YA library books next to the couch, a new picture frame with Chris's school picture—Eddie has a copy, too. His parents mailed it to him in October, after picture day. He's wearing a striped shirt and a solemn expression, but in the picture next to it he's smiling—swim trunks on, towel slung over his shoulders, beaming in the sunlight. Eddie's pretty sure it was taken at his birthday party, the one he got to experience all of thirty seconds of from another state. "Would you like something to drink?" his mom asks. "No," Eddie says. And then, grudgingly, "Thank you." "Fine." She presses her lips together. "Eddie, I don't think this is a good idea." "Oh? Why is that, exactly?"

no-pressure tagging @phdmama, @alessandriana , @fraddit , @changingthingslikeleaves , @sibylsleaves ,

@homerforsure , @ponyregrets , @daffi-990 and anyone else who'd like to play!

[livingincolorsagain]

wip wednesday

thanks for the tag @luins!! <33

from a wip that is fondly titled ‘funeral fic’ ft. dead phillip buckley, buck who is going through it, complicated feelings, past nde, Angst, typical buddie behaviour, a few bad decisions, a lot of flashbacks and More. whether or not i will ever finish is still up in the air, but i really want to, so there’s that at least

He opens the window. The sun is dipping low, taking the last, weak touch of warmth with it, leaving him with nothing but the bitter chill of the wind and the muffled voices of everyone in the house.

There’s an ache in Buck’s chest, something disfigured. Like a piece of grief that someone took apart and then put it back together all wrong. Like an open gap of guilt, growing, all its edges rigid and twisted and sharp. He’s doing it all wrong, he knows. He doesn’t know how to make it right.

He doesn’t turn when the door creaks open.

Somehow, he knows.

“I thought you had skateboards on your walls,” Eddie says, not really stepping into the room, his voice warmer than any sunlight, brighter than the clear sky; the bitterly cold wind doesn’t stand a chance, because Eddie has always been more beautiful than anything Buck has ever deserved to see.

“I did,” Buck says, turns to look at him despite knowing better, finds Eddie already staring, the look on his face is an open wound, but his smile is still soft.

“Hey, Buck,” he says. The suit he’s wearing is black and form fitting, perfect in the way everything about Eddie is. “You… fled before I could say anything.”

no pressure tagging: @saryasy @confessionseddie @buick118 @letthesunburnyourskin @abarbaricyalp @inell <3

[confessionseddie]

You're gonna feel a lot of different ways about that.

5.02 | Desperate Times 6.12 | Recovery

[setmeatopthepyre]

wip wednesday

tagged by @ambernotember <3 | part of this

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Stars move across the domed ceiling while the narrator continues to explain how many light years it would take to cross the solar system, but he's only half listening. He keeps stealing glances to his right, to where Sam is sitting, thigh pressed against his. They're off to the side, leaned against a wall, because there aren't enough chairs for the three high school classes they've packed into the planetarium. He doesn't mind. Here, at the very edge of the room, it's dark, and they're practically invisible to the others, and they're close enough to where the dome slopes down and meets the floor that he swears he can see the stars reflected back at him in Sam's eyes when Sam catches him looking. Later, he'll deny it ever happened, and Sam will change schools, but right now it's 8:39 PM and it's dark and he's the bravest he's ever been and he kisses Sam and Sam kisses him back.

Sam kisses him back. Sam kisses him, but not this Sam. Sam kisses him but she's not a boy in the dark in the planetarium, she's the runner-up for homecoming queen and in three months time she will move to Germany and he will never see her again but now, in this moment, Sam kisses him. Sam kisses him back. Sam is a boy and he kisses him back in the--

Darkness eats at the edges of his vision when he blinks his eyes open again.

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hmm I need a working title for this one working title is 8:39 fic lol thanks @beanarie !

no pressure tags / no clue who has been tagged before: @sugarpenchant @autisticbucktommy @epiphainie @iphyslitterator

[cloudsurfing42]

Ficlet, post 8x06 Buddie nde.

Tags: angst, injury

Eddie doesn’t know what brand of absolute fucking stupid it takes to decide that bow hunting within shot of a walking trail is a good idea, but Jesus. Bows and arrows like this guy thinks he’s fucking Robin Hood and him and Buck - it had been a nice morning. Eddie was still almost high on joy - not even joy, not really, just the idea that he could have it if he wanted, so close to grasp that it felt intoxicating. At Eddie’s house, early enough in the morning that the sky was still murky blue-orange, Buck had his post-breakup brave face on and Eddie thought - fresh air. Exercise, get them both out of the house. Hiking.

There had been almost no sound. A thud, soft and solid, and Buck had stopped talking. Then a shout, from a distance, a man running towards them and Buck was on the ground.

They weren’t that far out of the city, but far enough it’ll take a minute for the EMTs to get to them - he knows Robin Hood called them, can hear him choking back wet, guilt-ridden platitudes down the phone to Dispatch. And meanwhile, Eddie is holding Buck’s insides in with his hands. There’s blood everywhere, soaking them both and the dirt that he’s kneeling in, and this is taking too long.

Eddie can see just for a moment in the corner of his eye, still frame, Buck’s funeral. Chris, eyes downcast, in a new suit. They’ll have to go shopping - he’s gotten so big nothing fits anymore. He’ll hate that. And Eddie - Eddie scooped out and hollow and with no one by his side. Not that day or the next day or any of the other days of his entire life, Buck not there. He’s meant to be finding joy. How the hell can there be joy when he’s cut in half, fundamental piece of him taken away?

Buck wheezes underneath his palms and Eddie’s hands, slick and blood hot, slip a little. Eddie sobs, hiccups, presses down again, hard. His face is wet and he’s not sure if it’s blood or tears. He thinks – hopes? – thinks he can hear sirens in the distance. He glances up to make some sort of reassurance, an it’s ok, it’ll all be ok, but he sees Buck’s face, pale, blood specked lips and eyes fluttering fluttering closed. Prepackaged reassurances don’t come out, instead it’s this voice he can barely own as being his: “You’re not going anywhere. You can’t leave me now, not like this, don’t leave - Buck don’t leave me - ”

There are definitely sirens now, Robin Hood is shouting and waving his arms. Eddie hears the crunch of tyres and the slam of doors. Eddie can’t see them, can’t look up - away. A scattered few seconds, a few sluggish heartbeats and someone else’s hands are pushing away his hands and there’s pulling at his shoulders and Eddie goes, he goes out of their way but he still can’t look away as they get to work. A woman in a Captain’s helmet is talking to him but he can’t hear. He thinks he’s shaking.

Later, some amount of time that Eddie hasn’t been able to measure in minutes but only in the breadth of the gaping mess of his life imagined without Buck in it - Later. He recognises that he’s sitting in one of those awful fucking hospital chairs. It’s warm and the lights are low; it might be night time, Eddie can’t be quite sure. He’s holding Buck’s hand, too tightly, he knows - but he can’t seem to ease the grip of his fingers.

Eddie’s entire world has shifted an inch to the left. All is now in sharp focus; yesterday he hadn’t even noticed the blur. He knows what he wants now and he’s terrified, but it’s that terror that comes at the top of a rollercoaster, the terror of any-second exhilaration. He remembers having conversations somewhere between the hiking trail and this chair - white coats and scrubs and calm, measured words that Eddie can’t recall exactly, but he knows all he has to do is wait and Buck’s eyes will open and they’ll be back together again.

Eddie has already decided how the next part goes. He’s sure, grounded, settled in a place in himself that has always felt in flux. They’re going to get Buck out of the hospital and then they’re going to go to Texas and get their son back. Then - god, then - Eddie is going to love this man with everything he has for the rest of his life.

Now though, just for now, Buck’s heart monitor beats out a steady, comforting rhythm, and Eddie’s heart beats along right in time.

[morganski-19]

All this buddie NDE spec…is it based on real spoilers, or purely fan made???

It’s mostly fan spec based off of the emergencies shown in the promos. I put in the spoiler tag for those who want to avoid discussions about the latest episodes because they haven’t watched it yet and those who don’t watch the promos.

But it basically started back when the 8x06 promo aired after 8x05, which showed the child down the drainage pipe. Which we noticed was parallel to the main emergency of the child down the well in Eddie begins. Considering those are almost exactly the same in terms of the emergency, I personally think it would be weird to have that without that direct connection, since it is such an odd emergency.

And then it was further spiraled when the promo for 8x07 aired last week where it showed the actor on the Hot Shots set dangling from the rig much like Buck did when he was struck by lightning. Again, almost too specific to be a coincidence.

With that, we can spec that there might be an allusion to the shooting in the winter finale.

There is also that picture Oliver shared on his instagram that was of a car accident, which I believe he said was about episode 8, but I heard that second hand so it could be incorrect.

I hope that answered your question

[diazsdimples]

Just remembered Chimney is due for his seasonal NDE in 8b so what do we think it'll be?

[afantasyoffiction]

buddie fic recs!

ok so someone in the buddie safe zone asked for fic recs and i. ahem. i may have gotten carried away while procrastinating on my wip ok

so here's my Official List of Buddie and 9-1-1 fic recs which i will update with fics that make me go insane! it saves me going through my ao3 history ever again i hope

short n sweet buddie fics

anything by cavevulpis on ao3, but especially Hotbox Heroes its SO FUNNY. actually especially It's me or the cat, because that one made me scream into my pillow

(anywhere but) underneath the mistletoe by lenaboskow - some festive teehee minific

the (diaz-buckley-han) mistletoe scheme by pinkpeach tea. yes thats two consecutive mistletoe fics what about it theyre both WONDERFUL

appetency by daisies_and_briars - i was expecting this to be like a fun chill fic and it was but it also completely like made me insane

post season 8 ansgty fix it fics

Stay with me (you're all I need) by accio_magic

and it feels like i'm coming home by dershoimvik, this one was so freaking beautiful and i cannot believe mugs make me cry now

strawberry lemonade by itsjuststar - road trip!

it wakes me up inside just to feel your pain by hopelesslittlekilljoy - haven't finished yet but whoo boy. wow

beating the horse by doitgently. i mean with all of these read the tags but this one especially. don't read if ur already anxious it is entirely buck being mentally and physically unwell about eddie! very good fic

at least its not a tsunami by Taboo_writer - not technically post s8 i don't thinkk? but very good very angsty and now i hear that line and want to cry. more about buddie ndes and their relationship over time

i'll run to you (there's no place i wouldn't go) by kabnd. listen. listen. if tim minear copied this exactly??? giving credit obvi? i would DIE its ALL I NEED. like shenanigans? check. wholesome? check. angsty? check. squealing ceaselessly into my pillow bc theyre so DUMB and STUPID and IN LOVE. um. yeah. check (buck looking at his clipboard check) check

i squealed into my pillow

Buck Day Afternoon by Bookwork0303. this sounds like a crackfic and it kinda is but its actually. inordinately funny and way too angsty and way way way too good for what it actually is, which is a fic about buck trauma dumping to the men who are holding him hostage and everyone shipping buddie about it

nursing our wounds by withmeornotatall - a HILARIOUS outsider pov fic where a writer on Hotshots makes nurse 1 and nurse 2 canon like we all deserve

i'll run to you (there's no place i wouldn't go). yes ive said this already. but goddamm this deserves to be on this list twice jfc INCREDIBLE PLEASE READ IT EVERYONE AND GO COMMENT THIS AUTHOR DESERVES EVERYTHING

alternate universe

I didn't mean to say i do, but i do by schrijverr - haven't finished yet but its. very good. too good. i'm not ok abt it

um anyways anyone reading pls comment ur favs! also credit to the fandom in general because. its been how long? and we already have some incredible freaking stuff out here. like the quality of content in this fandom is insanely good, the amount of interaction is so wholesome and i'm generally so happy to be here