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Bucktommy scrapbook • First date

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It CoUld mEaN nOtHinG

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I know that even if it is very hot and buck and tommy are sweating like crazy, they are still stuck to each other like glue (or just inside each other)

beautiful beefy4beefy losers sweaty frot.mp4

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Sweet mistakes 🍪

Alright everyone, gather 'round and grab a buddie because this is the terrifying, true, story of a man who was desperate.

So desperate in fact, he did... the unthinkable!

Read below or on ao3

It was a late yet fairly typical night, and our character, let's call him... Evan... was home... alone... preparing for an evening out with family and friends. And as you might suspect, he was the most amazing chef in his apartment complex - actually... second best.

Though, this guy was completely humble about his extraordinary skills, okay? Like, he didn't brag about it and when he got invited to things, he took a crazy amount of time to research what others were bringing themselves so that his offering wouldn't stand out as much and steal the sweet, sweet limelight. So, he was a complete gentleman in all aspects that counted.

I had just- I 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, Evan had just mixed all his dry ingredients together and was preparing to add all the wet ingredients together when suddenly... there was a knock at the door.

Thump Thump Scratch

Thump Thump Scraaaaaaatch

Concerned at this odd tempo of knocking, he cautiously approached the door, whisk still firmly in his hand. Being prepared is good for everything, especially home emergencies, kids... so, without hesitation, he bravely opened the door...

Only to find his insanely nice next door neighbor, Mrs. Antonelli along with her senior cat, Pickles blinking innocently at him just outside the apartment door.

And she tells him. "I'm in need of a bit of sugar, love. Can you spare a cup?"

So, of course he says yes. Mrs. Antonelli makes the best spumoni around, which is just about the only thing our chef isn't the best at.

Evan allows the unlikely duo to enter his home, asking them both if they'd like a drink or perhaps a bowl of warm milk. They decline, both apparently well hydrated.

He digs through his cabinets. The sugar should be two over from the cinnamon and four away from the powdered sugar... but... the unthinkable has happened!!!

HE'S OUT OF SUGAR.

And to add to the absolute horror of this situation, he's also almost completely out of m&ms!

Now, I ask you... as dessert connoisseurs... what could he do? It's obvious he had no other choice, in my opinion...

He had to run to the store.

And it was late and he really needed to get ready but sugar and m&ms were a must for his dessert of choice to be delivered this evening to his friends and family and he CAN NOT BELIEVE he ran out.

So, Evan apologies to his elderly neighbor and her feline companion, sending them away sugarless as he puts a jacket on and walks quickly to the store.

And when he gets there???

The store is a mess! There's people everywhere doing late night inventory, but Evan just can not be bothered. He has cookies to bake and people to impress for crying out loud!

He makes his way down the candy aisle, slightly shoving carts out of the way. (He's kinda in a hurry, alright?) And when he gets to the section where the m&ms 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 be... his blood runs cold. Fear creeps up his spine as he considers his options.

Because...

Right there...

On the shelf in front of him...

Is nothing but... the nastiest... scariest... most cringe worthy thing to EVER exist...

OFF BRAND CANDY!!

And I know what you're thinking... and I totally agree!! Evan is devastated at this point. He has no idea what to do here. He's already cemented his fate by submitting a very on-time and well thought out email declaring that he would, in fact, be bringing m&m cookies.

It's when his thoughts takes a turn towards the soul crushing decision of phoning it in and just purchasing the store bought cookies, dry and bland in their plastic containers, that he hears it.

The soft, psst, psssssst... hey, guy... you need m&ms?

And, I mean, yeah, he does need m&ms. Like, an hour ago.

I... 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯 looks around before nodding and says, yeah, you know where some are?

The juvenile delinquent nods before slipping a toothpick between his lips.

And he says, yeah, I got the stuff. You got the cash?

And well, yes actually, Evan does have the cash. He likes having cash.

So, he follows the guy to the back of the store, where he knocks in a very specific pattern before the door opens with a rusted groan.

Evan steps into the room, but it's like, pitch dark. He can't even see his hand in front of his face, and trust me, he tried. The soft shake of a bag diverts his attention in a direction he can only assume is somewhere in the back.

He hears a voice come from nowhere, and it says, a pound for twenty.

To which Evan responds, twenty?? That's insane.

But the voice doesn't even care! It's drunk with power. Chocolaty power. Name brand power. It says, high demand, dude. Buy it or leave.

And the time is ticking closer and closer to cookie time so I say- I mean, 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯 says, fine, here.

He shoves some money towards the voice before he hears the bag of m&ms being thrown at his feet. Without another word, Evan runs out of the back, grabbing the sugar he also needs, and rushes home.

He mixes, he pre-heats, he showers, he gets dressed, he shoves the cookies in the oven and prays they finish in time. He's fixing his hair and patting cologne in all the right spots when there's a knock at the door.

It's his boy- date... uhhh... To.. Tobias! His date, Tobias Who, by the way, looks amazing and smells better than the cookies that are baking.

Tobias leans against the doorframe, looking like a fucking snack... I mean... he... she... 𝘩𝘦. He looks really... uhm... pretty.

Evan greets him in a very pleased way but they're interrupted by the cookies who have just finished. Taking them out of the oven, Tobias goes on and on about how delicious they look and smell. His sweet tooth always winning out. Evan's chest swells with pride, knowing Tom... Tobias will absolutely love them.

He steals a cookie with a delicious smirk and takes a bite. Chewing slowly to savor the delectable treat but instead of a thumbs up... Tobias does something no one expects...

SHE SPITS THE COOKIE OUT!

And I'm DEVASTATED.

I had gone on a freaking quest to make those cookies and if they're inedible???

The answer just does not compute.

So, I ask him... I mean, Evan asks him, too hot?

Because that has to be it, right? There's no other explanation... until Tobias says...

These m&ms aren't m&ms.

And...

EXCUSE ME??!!

Evan nabs a cookie and is instantly furious! Because where there's supposed to be a tiny letter M... instead, there's an S.

S for Skittles.

And oh God... there's no way... he made Skittle cookies! Skittles! It's horrifying! It's unheard of! It's totally unacceptable!

Then, Evan's hot, sweet, perfect boyfriend laughs. He just... laughs. All while walking over to the cabinet above the stove. He reaches up and calmly pulls out a container of store bought cookies.

He then 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘴 at me and says, I bought them just in case.

And at least he manages to look a little guilty when he continues with, you kind of get carried away when it comes to what dessert to bring to events.

And no. He doe not! He doesn't. It was like... TWICE! And I've learned my lesson. This was a fluke! A one time thing!

It was just completely unfair for Tom-

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Buck's story is interrupted as Chimney lifts the tablecloth up, revealing the kids all gathered around him in a small semi-circle.

"There you are! I'm supposed to tell the ghosts stories, Buck! It's 𝘮𝘺 house. Eddie's looking for you." He nods his head towards the kitchen. "Go."

Buck sighs, crawling out from under the table. He's still irritated. He thought hanging out with people who understood the importance of sweets would get him, ya know?

When he enters the kitchen, he's greeted with a round of applause by everyone.

"What's-"

"Buck!" Ravi shoves a cookie in his mouth before continuing, dry crumbs spilling out all over the floor. "You have to give me your recipe. These cookies are ammmmimg."

Eddie drapes an arm across Ravi's shoulder. "Pretty sure he means that they're amazing."

Buck sees Tommy smirk behind his solo cup before taking a sip of his drink. Buck's still a little mad at him, so he pouts out loud right there in front of all their friends. Whispers be damned.

Ravi, having swallowed down the amazing cookies, makes shit awkward immediately. Looking between the two, like some cartoon characters, "Uh, oh... trouble in paradise?"

Tommy chuckles and shrugs. "Not for me." He raises an eyebrow, a challenge if Buck's ever seen one. "What about you, sweetheart?"

Everyone "awwws" and makes kissy noises like children as Buck stalks off.

Store bought cookies can kiss his ass.

Just like Tommy will tonight.

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... and they were soulmates

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Remember when LFJ said Buck was the love of Tommy's life? That's some wild shit man.

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Why is it a sin for a bt to comment on a buddie post about bt but not the other way around?

Stay out of my tags with your buddie propaganda.

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Remember when I wrote a fic called deadlifting the competition??

This is Tommy on his next weight day lol

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Oh so many options here 😅