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i'm sorry but it's time we sit down and have a conversation about how bucktommy and bvddie are not on the same level and won't be unless bvddie gets even an ounce of canon.

bucktommy isn't a "ship" that is comparable to bvddie, bucktommy is a reality of the show, it's tangible and happening in the text, it's an actual relationship happening in the canon of the show. you can like it or not, you can like tommy or not, but you can't sit here and deny something that is canonically happening in the show or put it at the same level as a fanon ship.

like no, i genuinely don't think bvddie should be just as valid as bucktommy because one is actually fucking happening on screen and the other isn't. simple as that.

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Cuddling prompts

Because that’s the kind of mood i’m in today.

In bed

On the couch/loveseat

On the floor

In front of the fireplace

In the back seat of the car

For warmth

For comfort

Reluctantly

Totally platonic

Totally romantic

Post-coital

Just waking up

Falling asleep

In public

In the dark

With rain outside

With snow outside

While someone’s crying

While someone’s sick

Post-proposal

In the water/in the bath

Congratulatory

Reunion

Between strangers

With a first kiss

In lieu of kissing

First cuddle

Familiar cuddle

Last cuddle (if you’re feeling super angsty)

Out of necessity (trapped in a small space, etc.)

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19 for the cuddle prompts 🥺🫶🏻

kelllyyyyyy 19. when someone's sick. I did Buck sick, so now it's Tommy's turn 🤭 Please excuse the fact that this is probably not medically accurate.

This is not how Buck ever thought he'd spend a Friday night, but he supposes it's what happens when your husband collapses to the kitchen floor, unable to stop coughing so hard that he can't breathe. He supposes he can take comfort in the fact that even though they're currently in the ER of First Presbyterian, at least Tommy's in his arms. So there's that, he thinks.

Tommy gives a weak cough behind his mask from where his face is tucked into Buck's neck. Buck tightens the arm around his shoulder, kisses the top of his head through his own mask, tries to cuddle him as close as he can.

"Okay?" Buck murmurs.

Tommy coughs again. "No."

Fair enough. He'll even tell him that he's proud he was totally honest with him when Tommy can breathe easier again.

"Mr. Kinard?"

Buck holds an arm up for the nurse. "Over here. We, um, might need some help. He's not very steady right now."

She motions to another nurse and they both make their way over, helping Buck lever Tommy out of the chair.

"We can get a wheelchair," the nurse says.

"No wheelchair," Tommy says mulishly.

Buck sighs and looks at the nurses.

"You may not have a choice, Mr. Kinard," she says gently. "Come on, let's get you back."

They get Tommy back to a room, get him into the hospital gown and the nurse takes Tommy's vitals.

"Oxygen is a little low," she admits. "But not dangerous levels. I'll let the doctor know you're ready okay?"

"Thank you," Buck says as he helps Tommy settle against the pillows, trying to find some way to alleviate the pressure in Tommy's chest. "Okay?"

Tommy nods and holds out a hand. Buck takes it and kisses his palm.

"Sorry you're stuck here," Tommy says, eyes fluttering closed, then open again, like he's trying to keep himself awake. Buck's heart aches with sympathy; he knows exactly how tired Tommy is.

"You're here," Buck says gently. "Where else am I going to be?"

Tommy's eyes smile a little at that. Buck kisses his forehead.

The doctor comes in, examines Tommy and orders some chest X-rays. A couple of hours later, they've got a diagnosis of bronchitis.

"We're going to keep you here for a couple more hours," she says. "Get you on a nebulizer treatment. We don't want this turning into pneumonia."

"Okay," Tommy rasps. "Thanks."

She smiles, pats his leg. "Of course. Press the call button if you need anything. We'll get the neb in here as soon as possible."

"Thank you," Buck says. She leaves with one last sympathetic look and Buck turns back to Tommy, sees his face mostly covered by an oxygen mask to keep his levels stable.

"Well, babe," Buck says, sitting on the bed near his hip. "I know we said we wanted more dates to keep up some variety in our marriage, but I'm not sure this was the way to go."

Tommy huffs a laugh, which devolves into a coughing fit. Buck winces. "Sorry."

"S'ok," Tommy murmurs. "Cuddle with me."

Buck examines the bed. "Don't think we're both going to fit on there."

Tommy looks at him with big, blue eyes, sleepy and sick. Damn it. Tommy knows what showing vulnerability like that does to him. He guesses that's what a decade of marriage will do.

Buck sighs. "Scootch over."

Tommy does and soon enough, they're both lying with Tommy curled into Buck's chest. His breathing seems to be a little easier like this, to Buck's relief. He runs a hand up and down his back.

"So tired," Tommy mutters.

"I know you are, baby," Buck answers. "Try and sleep, for now, okay? I've got you."

Tommy curls impossibly closer. "I know."

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thinking about bucktommy cockwarming today. tommy’s on zoom, leading an online workshop/lecture for air ops, while buck is kneeled on a soft cushion under the desk, out view. tommy’s cock is in his mouth, as he rests his cheek on tommy’s thigh. he breathes in the earthy lingering scent of tommy’s body wash from his shower that morning, along with his natural musk and lets it all wash over him. tommy absentmindedly runs his fingers though his curls and pulls from time to time to reward his baby for being good, letting him suckle the head and lap at the precum. buck hums contentedly, feeling safe and warm and enveloped in a pleasant haze. his daddy’s always so good to him.

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technically it's only queerbait if it's leveraged for publicity. otherwise it's just sparkling "your ship didn't happen get over it"

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it's ridiculous how bucktommy has infected my brain so much that anything I read or watch that isn't 911 related I ended up thinking, "oh, this could be a perfect BT au"

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thinking about how the nurse in 8x05 asked buck if he needed to be checked in and then he’s like ‘oh this is just my face’ and then tommy and the nurse looked at each other like 🙃🤨

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Ooohhhh the BuckTommy comfort prompts 👀

If it pleases you, when someone’s sick? 🥰❤️

ooooh, I'm such a sucker for sick!fic! yay! Also, I've apparently made it my mission to see how many times I can make them married in my fics lol.

"...there was a rodeo clown, Tommy," Evan is saying morosely and Tommy has to hold back a grin. All of his letters are slightly muffled, v's into f's, d's in places they shouldn't be that happens when someone has been grossly congested for days the way Evan has been. "And I missed it."

Tommy stirs the soup simmering on the stove as he looks at his husband, perched on the counter next to the stove, in sweats and one of Tommy's old t-shirts. His face is slightly puffy, nose dry from constant kleenex use, eyes rimmed in red from exhaustion, but Tommy thinks he's so damn cute. He's been loath to let him out of his sight, well, both of them have. Evan says just being around Tommy when he feels like shit is comforting and Tommy just hates that Evan is sick and he can't magically wave some sort of spouse wand to make him feel better.

"You're sick, sweetheart," Tommy reminds him. "But I'll find you a carnival when you're better. Although I do have to say that I've always found clowns kind of creepy."

Evan sighs. "That's because you lack a sense of whimsy, Tommy."

Tommy laughs, shoots him a look. "I think we both know that's not true."

Evan blinks then groans. "Okay, you can't do that. Be all sexy and look at me like that when I'm a human trash bag."

Tommy puts the lid back on the pot to finish up, stepping between his legs to press a kiss to a still slightly warm forehead. Tommy frowns...afraid his fever might be back. He'll have to pull out the thermometer after dinner, when Evan is laying down for his post-soup nap and less likely to put up a fight. "You are not a human trash bag."

"Am too," Evan says grumpily, even as he collapses against Tommy's chest, planting himself there like he'd burrow in if he could. Tommy wishes he could actually.

"Are not."

"Don't argue with me, m'sick."

Tommy kisses the top of his head, wraps his arms around his shoulders. "Oh, now you're sick," he teases.

"Mmhmm," Evan says and Tommy has a feeling he's about to fall asleep like this.

"Baby," he says tenderly, rubbing a hand up and down his back. "I've got to stir the soup."

Evan heaves one of those long-suffering sighs and releases him. "'Kay, but I want cuddles later."

"You can always have cuddles," Tommy assures him.

Evan leans his head against the cupboards and shoots Tommy a dreamy, tired smile. "I know. Luff you."

God, Tommy is such a sucker for him. "I love you too, sickie."

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STARDEW VALLEY ; 02

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But With You I Just Go Wild

Written for @bottomtommyweek Day Two: Kinks (alternate prompt). Here there be drugged sex/somnophilia. It's Buck/Tommy!

Tommy exists in the realm of what he thinks of as “vanilla kinks,” which is to say that he’s spanked a few people, gone cruising via apps, and his boyfriend calls him Daddy sometimes. But Evan is helping him to expand his horizons, because normally Tommy would only be willing to explore most things if he trusts someone. There’s no one in the world he trusts more than Evan.

“You’ve gotta have fantasies, though,” Evan says from where his head is pillowed on Tommy’s stomach. “Like, I still have some I haven’t done because it would break the law or because it’s not physically possible.”

“You mean like porn scenarios or what?” Tommy asks, and Evan's eyebrows raise. “What?”

“Babe, all your porn is just us, amateur couples fucking, or bears with muscle bottoms,” he points out, and Tommy flushes. “There's no story in any of them, they’re just on a bed or whatever.”

“There used to be,” he admits, stroking his fingers through Evan’s messy curls. “Back in the day of dial-up, I used to download whatever was available. It was mostly sad Eastern European guys, gay-for-pay frat bros, and twinks getting fucked in classrooms by balding ‘roid monsters. I don't miss it.”

“That’s pretty fair,” Evan concedes, making a face. “You never liked any of them?”

“I mean, I was a horny teenager, so I was just happy to be looking at a dick that wasn't my own,” he points out, then pauses. “Okay, some of the frat guy ones were hot.”

Evan raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Yeah?”

Tommy reaches out to poke the eyebrow with his fingertip. “What about you? What's your not physically possible fantasy?”

“Freezing time, playing with the person I want, and then time unfreezes and they feel everything I did all at once,” Evan says easily, and Tommy blinks. “I read it in a porn story once. It'd be with consent in my case, obviously. But you'd blink and be fine and normal and then immediately be cumming and feel like you just got fucked.”

“That's…you know what? Fair enough,” Tommy says, considering that for all of a half a second and deciding it would be really hot. “You could always just fuck me while I'm sedated. That's sort of similar. I'd try it.”

Evan scratches his nails through Tommy's happy trail for a moment. “If we hate it, we just never do it again.”

“Exactly.”

He smiles up at Tommy before wriggling up for a kiss, and Tommy wonders if being with another person was always supposed to be this easy or if Evan's just that special.

Read the rest on AO3 here!

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if you can't fix him, put him in lingerie.