pocketeclipse
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Death has been very present in Evan Buckley’s life, but Death never thought it’d be Evan’s life he was taking.
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There were so many things she wanted to tell Evan, but these things were things she could not share.
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Maddie thinks about life after Daniel’s death and her life now after escaping the Buckley parents
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Why don't I feel anything? I was the one who walked in on my dad that day. I was the one who watched as the last ounce of life drained from his face. I was the one who found him hanging from the ceiling. So why don't I feel anything?
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"Your belly…" Eddie sighs.
"God, Buck. At the barbecue, when your shirt rode up and you laughed like you were glowing from the inside out, beer in one hand,I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I didn’t want the party. I wanted this. I wanted to press my face right here…" He does exactly that, lays a kiss just beneath Buck’s navel, then another, then licks a broad, wet stripe across his lower stomach. Buck trembles.
"…And kiss the sunlight off you." Eddie grinds down, his cock still trapped in shorts, Buck’s skin hot beneath him, and moans into the contact, overwhelmed.
"I could come just like this." He breathes. "Grinding on your belly, tasting your skin, feeling you under me. You make me lose every fucking thought, Buck. You make me ache."Or, Tommy makes remarks about Buck’s body, which leads Buck to start skipping meals, hoping to slim down. But Eddie steps in and shows Buck just how much he truly loves the way Buck looks now.
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“Dad,” Chris called, and when there was no response he pushed it open. “Dad, you have to drive me to—”
His dad was there, still asleep, laying with most of his face smushed in his pillow and looking dead to the world. Also there, half-sitting up and tugging the covers up to his neck, was Buck.
“—school,” Chris finished, looking at Buck. Buck looked back, his eyes wide and frantic. For a couple of seconds they both just looked at each other.
“Hi, Buck,” he said. “Um.”
“Heeey, Chris,” Buck said. His voice cracked a little on the hey, which would probably have been funny under any other circumstance.
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i know we are all fond of the 'new buckley-diaz morning routine cold open' idea. however, what if, instead, we got a slightly DIFFERENT buckley-diaz cold open, which was sillier and more awkward and cringe and,
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Buck squeezes them closer together, pulling Eddie more into his broad chest. Eddie’s shoulders feel like they’re made to curl into the curve made from Buck holding him. Buck digs his nose into the crown of his head, feeling each long strand and not caring at all if the ends poke him or end up making him uncomfortable.
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Or, Buck and Eddie have a soft morning together in bed.
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“Hey!” Buck says brightly, completely oblivious to Eddie’s irritation. His voice is filled with excitement as he continues. “Did you know that the ancient Greeks used tattoos to communicate among spies? They—”
“You didn’t do the dishes,” Eddie interrupts, not trying to hide or sugarcoat his annoyance. He’s fucking tired of this. He asked Buck to do one thing, and instead of doing it, Buck apparently went on another research binge.
Buck looks almost surprised when his eyes land on the dirty dishes, like he completely forgot they were there.
“Oh,” he says, huffing a small laugh. “Right. I got a little distracted. I’ll do them in a minute.”
“Will you?” Eddie asks with a bitter scoff, and Buck reels back slightly, clearly not having expected that reaction.
“I— Yes, I will,” Buck insists, and Eddie can’t help but scoff again.
Or: How living together leads to Eddie realizing Buck might have ADHD.
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Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter.
She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else.
“Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer.
It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her.
“Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?”
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Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.