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Buck, predictably, answers within two rings. “Yellow. You’ve got Buck.”
“Hey, Buck.”
“You okay?”
Eddie lifts his head to confirm the state of his house. The orange tree is still very much there, amidst the wreckage of his home. The sole perpetrator, even.
“Sure,” he says.
Buck hesitates. “...Sure?”
“There’s a tree.”
“Where?”
“Inside my house.”
“Oh.” Eddie can practically see Buck’s eyebrows furrowing. “Like, you bought a tree?”
“No,” Eddie says. He hasn’t blinked since Buck picked up the phone. “It’s the orange tree.”
A beat of silence. “It’s inside your house.”
Eddie lets out an exhausted huff, leaning back in his chair. “Apparently.”
OR: there’s an orange tree. It’s in Eddie’s house.
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- Part 10 of cjo + 911
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12 Mar 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 cjo + 911
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12 Mar 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 cjo + 911
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12 Mar 2026
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The idea of letting Blanc do this somehow felt almost… more and less intimate simultaneously. But the idea of being left alone was even more unbearable than any potential embarrassment it might be at war with, and so he'd finally managed a cracked:
"Okay… yeah…" He dared to meet Blanc's eyes, feeling like he'd already been stripped bare before him for days. What was one more step in the direction of the literal?
After everything is over, Blanc brings Jud back to the rectory.
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17 Feb 2026
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“You know,” Maddie says, waving a hand in a how silly! gesture before Buck can get the word out. “The competition.”
Eddie redirects his gaze to Maddie. “Competition?”
He could drop his glass on the concrete. Or yell fire! convincingly enough to buy him enough time to run. He could make himself throw up, or pretend to faint, or just make a break for his truck and drive it directly into the ocean.
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15 Feb 2026