Fics like the fruit that leaves a stain

“Eddie, I am definitely not going to date anyone else now,” Buck said, straightening up and frowning. Eddie could feel himself flush, hating once again that his cheeks always showed his feelings. “I mean, you can,” he stuttered. “This doesn’t change anything—” “Why do you always say that?” Buck snapped, pulling back. Another tear crested his waterline on the other side and he sniffled and swiped at it furiously with one hand. “That—that nothing will change. I tell you something life-changing and you assure me nothing will change,” Buck said, looking devastated. “I want things to change, Eddie. I want you to want things to change. I want you to want things, period.” - OR: one year, two funerals, one LAFD gala, and approximately a dozen times Eddie had to sigh and say “Yes, it’s Buck’s.” (plus some bonus scenes in chapters two and beyond)

Fics like the fruit that leaves a stain

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