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He doesn't open his eyes, either. If he does, he's going to have to see Eddie in the water right next to him, shirtless, flushed pink, his hair curling against his sweaty temples from the heat and humidity, and there's only so much temptation Buck can be expected to withstand.
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- Part 10 of 9-1-1 Smut Prompt Fills 2026
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when the rain washes you clean (you'll know) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
11 Mar 2026
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Buck’s single, to boot, so he’s probably missing it. The small touches, the quiet intimacy of doing something as ordinary as showering together. Having someone take care of him.
Because that’s what Eddie’s doing. He’s taking care of him.
And apparently, Buck’s dick likes that. Buck’s dick, that Eddie is still making eye contact with.
It twitches, and Eddie blinks at it in Morse code.
S.O.S.
Buck makes a small noise, and Eddie, finally, tears his eyes away. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he bites his tongue.
“Sorry,” Buck says quickly. His cheeks are ruddy, blush spreading around the rough scrapes. “S-sorry, it’s just—it’s been a while, and the cast—and, you know, I’m right-handed, so I can’t, and sh-sharing a bed, it’s—”
“It’s fine,” Eddie says. His voice comes out clipped, which is not what he wants. Softer, but no less awkward, he says again, “It’s fine. It happens.”
OR: Buck falls off a cliff. Eddie isn’t there to catch him, but he is there to pick up the pieces.
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- Part 12 of ejo + 911
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28 Apr 2026
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“What do you want to do?” Buck asks. It feels like a safe enough question—something neutral, not too leading.
Eddie’s brain does not, apparently, think so.
“Touch— myself,” Eddie blurts, before his entire face flushes. He presses a thumb into the corner of his eye, nostrils flaring as Buck stares, jaw hanging open.
For a long, horrible moment, neither of them says a word.
OR: fate forces Buck and Eddie’s hands when they get doused with truth serum.
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- Part 8 of ejo + 911
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27 Apr 2026
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“How come you’re still awake?” Buck asks, antsy. He pulls at a loose thread inside one pocket with pinched fingers, rapidly picking apart the stitching. Better to unravel that than eight years of friendship all because said friend’s shorts have ridden up agonizingly at the thigh.
“I was waiting for you to get back. You’re kind of early, though.” Eddie’s eyes are tracked to the TV, but they dart over at Buck when he asks, “You strike out with Dixie?”
Which… Buck doesn’t even know where to start. He desperately needs to buy a vowel.
“Huh? Why—what—did I miss a text?”
Eddie, sat cross-legged on top of pearly-white cotton sheets, a vision so soft it’s making Buck dizzy, has the audacity to look puzzled. “Not from me. Why?”
or: Eddie leaves a light on for Buck.
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01 Apr 2026