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[lizzybizzyzzz]

“Are you seriously still upset that you don't have abs?”

Buck’s head snaps up. “What? No! I was- That’s not even what I was thinking at all!” He says. “I was mad that you’ve done seventy fucking jumping jacks and you’re not even red! You’re barely sweating, I- You think I don’t have abs?”

Eddie winces. “Uh-”

“I do,” Buck sets the barbell on the ground and stands up from the bench. He cuts an impressive figure, built like a brick house and so big that he makes Eddie feel like a damsel in distress grabbing Prince Charming’s huge biceps after he slays the mean, oppressive dragon. He almost forgets why Buck is stalking up to him until he speaks again “I do have abs.”

Eddie has two options.

One: he could agree with Buck and they can move on. They don’t have to make this A Thing.

Two: he could bicker with his boyfriend and possibly create some super hot sexual tension where Buck gets bossy until he thinks he’s proven Eddie right. This one ends in Eddie getting fucked against the wall, or their kitchen table, or the couch, or-

“I know you don't."

or, while buck pouts about not having trademark 8-pack abs, eddie shows him just how much he loves his boyfriend's body

lizzybizzyzzz in ao3 | 10k, completed | explicit, porn w/ plot

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shelter my eyes from the sun (and wait for the birds to fly by) by lizzybizzyzzz (@yikesdontlook)

Buddie | 25k | Mature

There’s always been a lingering precedent- Buck was born to save, born to die trying to at the very least. Buck couldn’t save Daniel, could barely save Chris, dragged Eddie across hot pavement under a burning fire truck, couldn't save his sister or his parents from the lifelong heartbreak of losing a child. Buck was born to save. He’s just not too good at much else.

(or, an evan buckley character study)

[lizzybizzyzzz]

“How do you feel?”

Buck groans and shifts, rolling more onto his back. He throws an arm over his eyes and yup – headache. “Hot,” he replies. “Gross.”

“Okay, well, you’re one of those things all the time. Could you be more specific?”

“I threw up yesterday around four in the afternoon. Thought it was food poisoning and that it'd go right through me – That I’d be better in the morning. I took some Pepto and went to bed, then I woke up at around midnight and haven't stopped, uh, throwing up and stuff, since then.”

or, eddie takes care of buck while he has the stomach bug and loves him so, so embarrassingly much

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[lizzybizzyzzz]

On their three-month anniversary, Buck's leg hurts.

They’re not too old to celebrate by month. Buck had insisted on it. Every single day in their relationship is celebratory to him - having someone to love every cobweb-riddled corner and white puffy scar and every tear that drips down his pointy nose isn’t something Buck is going to take for granted. A love like theirs needs to be commemorated every chance they have.

Which is why, the morning of their three-month anniversary, when Buck wakes up with a pain in his leg so intense that the cramp is what woke him instead of the alarm, all he wants to do is cut it off for good.

or, eddie takes care of buck's chronic pain on their three month anniversary

lizzybizzyzzz on ao3 | 3k, one shot

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[lizzybizzyzzz]

“I can show you just how good Firehose can be,” Buck promises through a gritty whisper and a tantalizing suck to his neck. “Tell me what you want, Eddie.”

That’s not right. That’s not – Eddie blinks a few times to center himself.

Eddie doesn’t want Firehose. He doesn’t want some player – as much as he loves every single version of the man before him. Eddie wants his Buck, the one who loves and loves and loves.

He wraps a hand around the back of Buck’s head to keep him close, to keep his mouth going. “I don’t want Firehose,” he says. “I want you.”

or, buck shows eddie exactly how firehose got his reputation

lizzybizzyzzz on ao3 | 3.8k, one shot

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[lizzybizzyzzz]

“Eddie,” he mutters, barely intelligible.

Eddie bumps his nose into Buck’s and settles them together, chest to chest. “Hi, baby,” he whispers back. “Gonna let me kiss you awake?”

“You can do anything you want to me,” Buck replies, his eyes remaining closed despite his growing smile. “As long as you keep doing that.”

or, eddie loves buck's body in the best way he knows how

lizzybizzyzzz on ao3 | 2k, one shot

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[lizzybizzyzzz]

“What are you doing tonight?” He asks as he walks into his kitchen where Buck has been for the better part of two hours, doing God knows what to his poor oven.

Buck rolls his eyes all bratty. “I think you’re about to tell me what my plans are,” he replies nonchalantly, flipping through the cookbook and leaning obscenely over the kitchen counter.

Eddie noses behind Buck’s ear and tugs on it with his teeth. “And you’ll do anything I say, isn’t that right? Because you’re my baby.”

or, sugar daddy eddie takes his baby to a poker game after the lightning strike to show buck he still has control over his life. oh, and they fuck in the bathroom

lizzybizzyzzz on ao3 | 7k, explicit

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[lizzybizzyzzz]

There is a quiet, congested snoring in his ear, and that’s when Eddie notices the arm around his chest and a heavy thigh thrown over his hips. The weight is more than welcome–Buck is pleasantly bulky, all his pale, smooth skin pressed into Eddie makes him less hesitant to believe in an afterlife paradise.

Eddie sighs happily and cuddles closer. His arm is a little numb from Buck’s big head and he really needs to get this gross taste out of his mouth, but for now, he’s content to feel Buck next to him and to convince himself he’s actually awake and didn’t dream everything.

He watches Buck until the night fades into sunrise rise. The pinks and yellows in the sky begin to bleed through the open window of the loft. It’s illuminating the bed and his skin, and Eddie traces hears onto Buck’s warm back, secretly hoping he wakes up soon.

or, when buck wakes up, eddie is gone from the bed, a morning-after fic

lizzybizzyzzz on ao3 | 2.2k, one shot

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