yourcatfishfriend
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i hope this pain's just passing through (but i doubt it) by yourcatfishfriend
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
11 Jan 2026
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Pain is a funny thing. Buck knows it can be constant, all-consuming, or fleeting. What he feels now is nothing like that.
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He’s back.
Eddie’s text comes in right as Tommy is stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, he stares at the message, ellipses popping up below it.
Come over .
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Several fantasies come to fruition for Tommy, Eddie, and Buck.Series
- Part 3 of there's always tomorrow
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the love that you left is all that i get by yourcatfishfriend for HungryHungryHippo
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
23 Apr 2025
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Without Buck, Eddie and Tommy fall together.
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- Part 2 of there's always tomorrow
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Evan is a broken man. It’s written on his face, clear as day, even in pitch dark lit only by streetlights and the flicker of emergency lights on pale skin. He’s sitting on the curb outside of the lab when Tommy finds him after watching him turn inside out with pain on a screen and hearing him scream his grief, even in his place outside the building.
“Here,” Tommy says, one hand landing on Evan’s shoulder and the other handing him a cold bottle of water. There’s a puddle of clear bile on the ground between Evan’s feet and his body wracks with dry heaves.
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Buck is wrecked by Bobby's death, and there's not a thing anyone can do to make it okay. Tommy is ready to swim in that ocean of grief with and keep his head above water. -
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Eddie isn't haunting the narrative; Buck and Tommy are just fucking in his bed. (Except he's definitely haunting the narrative).
“Do you think about him when you’re touching yourself?” Tommy murmurs in his ear.
Buck freezes. Tommy waits a moment, giving him time to tell him to knock it off. He doesn’t, so Tommy pulls back and raises an eyebrow.
“Sometimes,” Buck whispers, blushing hot down to his chest.
“Yeah? You gonna think about him while I fuck you in his bed?”
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- Part 1 of there's always tomorrow
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“Eat.” His tone is gentle, but there’s an undertone to it, one that Eddie knows well. It’s a firmness, something akin to a hand pressing down on the back of his neck.
“C’mon, man—”
A hand lands on Eddie’s other shoulder, thumbs pressing into Eddie’s shoulder blades, working in small, tight circles.
Eddie’s lashes flutter, a soft exhale escaping him.
“Come on, half the bowl. I know you didn’t eat breakfast, and lunch won’t be ready for another thirty.” Buck’s voice is edged with concern, and leaves very little space to argue. It’s only after Buck points it out that Eddie realises how hungry he is.
Suddenly, thumbs shift, pressing into the spot just at the base of his neck where he always holds a lot of tension, the muscles taut and straining with stress.
Another soft noise escapes Eddie. A part of Eddie wants to argue, but a shameful, insistent part of him is so grateful not to have to decide. He didn’t have to decide to eat, didn’t have to decide what to eat, how much to eat, or when his next meal would be.
All Eddie has to do is relax under Buck’s hands and pick up a piece of fruit.
or the joy of letting your boyfriend take care of you
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Eddie cries, experiments, comes out, and goes to therapy. Not necessarily in that order. Buck watches his partner blossom.
Or, Eddie comes out as non-binary, told through Buck’s eyes.
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“Hey man,” Eddie says, sliding into the seat next to Buck and pulling him out of his thoughts. “You good? You’ve been staring at that wall for a while now.”
Buck blinks as he raises his head, caught off guard by Eddie’s concern. Part of him wants to snap at Eddie—tell him to go ask Hen, since they’re so close now. Buck’s jealousy has always had teeth; a beast he doesn’t always know how to control, or how to keep from snapping its jaws at people.
But right now, it’s overshadowed by the excitement of Eddie looking at him; seeing him. There’s a warmth spreading through his chest, one he hasn’t felt in a little while, and all he can think is more, more, more and look at me, look at me, look at me.
Keep looking at me. Look at me forever, because when no one looks at me, I feel like a ghost.
Or: Buck doesn't know how to handle the way everything is changing and it makes him fall back into old habits.
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“I’ve never—with a trans dude. Am I doing it wrong?”
Of course, he knows. Of course, despite Eddie trying to push through it, like he always has with sex, Buck notices.
Eddie feels bad, feels like he’s ruining the mood, feels—guilty. Shameful. For being greedy. For being picky. It feels good. It’s objectively good. It’s with Buck, anything would feel good; he shouldn’t be so wrapped up in the specifics.
“Buck, it’s okay, just—” Eddie props himself up on an elbow, hand moving to knock Buck’s wrist away before guiding it by the wrist to rest on the outside of his thigh. “Don’t worry about it. Just fuck me.”
Buck’s thrusts come to a halt completely. Eddie groans, his pussy clenching around Buck’s dick.
Buck studies him for a beat. “Do you want me to not worry about it ‘cause you just wanna get fucked, or because you don’t want me to feel bad? ‘Cause I’m not gonna feel bad, Eddie. I-I wanna make you feel good.”
This is a lot of talking, and Buck is still nestled deep inside him, cock stretching him out. It's hard to focus.
“Tell me how to make you feel good,” Buck all but pleads. “Teach me.”
OR learning how to fuck your best friend
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03 Dec 2025
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On the screen, Palau’s golden jellyfish begin their daily migration. Eddie runs her fingers back down Buck’s stomach, and pulls the hem of her hoodie up. She pulls it all the way up, tucks it under Buck’s chin. She pushes Buck’s head a little, manipulating the position to hold it up. Watches Buck’s legs kick, just a little bit.
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27 Nov 2025