#bucktommy sportsball aus

[alchemistc]

Yep here it comes, the baseball aus I'll never write:

Okay so HEAR ME OUT - Pitch (Fox) Redux - aging catcher (omg he's 35 in Sport he might as well be in the GRAVE) Tommy Kinard mentoring the first Openly Out pitcher in The MLB, and Tommy just cannot get this dumb cocky kid Buckley, with the weight of the WORLD on his shoulders, outta his head. They have Late Night phone calls about it (fic ends abruptly b4 they kiss, Tommy goes in for surgery and has to deal with Schrodinger's Retirement, Buck pitches a no-no their last (???) game together B4 Tommy goes in). Five years later author comes out abruptly to announce that Tommy might coach Buck now and then NEVER WRITES IT

Buck and Tommy are both on dates at the Game (pls, don't make me say which game I pretend the blue team does not exist), sitting in consecutive rows. Neither of their dates are into baseball. Like. It's incredibly obvious they are Not Having A Good Time. But Buck spent the first twenty minutes info dumping and when Tommy realized his date was a bust he just turned in his seat and has been eagerly engaging Buck in stat dumps and Cool Facts about the stadium and The Team (Tommy brings out the - hey, did you know this was Captain America's team and Buck just LIGHTS UP) - their dates ditch them before the bottom of the third and they don't noticed until the top of the 7th

Kiss Cam shenanigans - Tommy and his date end up on screen and neither one of them is in the closet but his date isn't interested and Tommy is quickly losing interest in him. The camera pans away. Two innings later they bring the kiss cam back just to show Tommy and Buck (who was a stranger until he noticed Tommy's date being kind of a dick) furiously making out. They are cheered on until security asks them to leave

Buck takes Christopher to a game, and Tommy is enamored with the guy in the accessible row who keeps shouting at both third basemen to throw his kid a ball for fucks sake. Tommy catches a foul ball one handed while perfectly balancing his beer and nachos, tosses it to Buck and Christopher with a wink, chugs the rest of his beer when Buck's face flushes

AU where clipboard!Buck is trying to Moneyball Tommy's struggling team. Tommy is incensed with the idea he could play a better shortstop than a left fielder. That's it that's the fic.

Rival catchers au - Kinard and Buckley have played on three separate teams a piece where the first game of a series they play ends up with at least one bench clearing brawl when one of their star hitters gets beaned. Imagine lots of shoving and yelling and "I know you called for that, Buckley!", Buck mockingly approximating a strike zone with his hands over home plate "Hey does Insert Pitchers Name Here need fuckin' GLASSES Kinard??" - meanwhile every time they're in the same town they're at one of their places fucking each other's brains out

Alt first meeting - Buck has to climb a series of scaffolding to get to a potential jumper at the stadium, Tommy flying air support to be his eyes and ears ("I fuckin' hate drones, Evan, but you actually made this a pretty enjoyable evening," he says when everyone is safely and securely on the ground. "Thanks for being my eye in the sky man. Can I buy you a beer later?")

[alchemistc]

Just you know: never watched a single hockey game but I'm vibrating out of my shoes for your bucktommy hockey au. <3

Thank you!

(I, personally, would HIGHLY encourage anyone to catch a hockey game -- in person -- if you can. It's like being a Roman during the age of the Gladiator, or a Victorian chimney sweep enjoying a nice rowdy execution. If you have a semi-pro team or a college team that sells tickets to the general public [or another league, if you're not US/Canada based] I promise you they are SO MUCH FUN and I've honestly never been to any other type of sportsball game where the fans are So Eager to teach you if you don't know every little thing about the game. Other than goalie interference, no one knows what goalie interference is.)

Have another snippet for your kind words!

Diaz catches him halfway across the tarmac, fingers reaching out to pinch at the collar of Tommy’s burgundy plaid dinner jacket. “Snazzy,” he says, tugging, wheeling his bag behind him and matching Tommy stride for stride, which Tommy finds a little strange until he remembers that Diaz has been keeping up with Buckley’s gazelle-legged pace for going on six years now. “And here we all thought you were gonna rock the henley-jeans combo until coach called you out in a team meeting.” “I’m not a caveman,” Tommy rebuts, shaking his head to hide the grin. “But I do have to get all my suits jackets altered before I wear them. Not all of us have trim little waists and a forgiving shoulderline.” Eddie pauses just long enough to twist his wrists and point two fingers at himself, grin a little wide.