Fics like Firefighter Diaz with a Box of Matches in the Backyard

“What do you know?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. He put on his best ‘dad voice,’ as Buck liked to call it, forcing Ravi to meet his eyes. It didn’t take long before Ravi was spilling his guts. Eddie, inexplicably, felt tears welling up in his eyes. Ravi cut himself off, his eyes even wider than before, but this time with a distinct horror. “Hey, Eddie, hey.” Hen was next to him now, crouched next to his chair, placing one of her hands over his, which was balled up into a tight fist. “It was a long time ago, Buck ended it with him, Tommy’s not in the picture anymore.” “It should have been me.” He whined, hating the sound as it forced its way out of his throat, unprompted. “Not fucking Tommy.” “Ok!” Hen’s eyes were wide, and she lifted him to his feet, pulling him along to the couch on the other side of the loft, sitting him down. He buried his face in his hands, horrified. What a way to come out to your friend. or: After another fight with Buck about his apartment search, Eddie gets dosed with a truth serum.

Fics like Firefighter Diaz with a Box of Matches in the Backyard

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