#salbucktommy

[buckleydelucakinard]

tommy getting into some kind of accident and his father barging in the hospital so he can take control of the situation (aka if tommy dies, thomas sr wants to try and get his money/house/etc...)

buck being the one who physically fights him off. yelling and screaming and getting a good hit or two in.

sr getting pissed off when he realizes he wont win and starts screaming slurs and that he hopes tommy dies

buck seeing nothing but red

tommy hearing the commotion and being high as fuck is all worried

sal soothing him with his calloused hands that are tommys favourite feeling and italian lullaby's to get tommy to sleep so he can convince him it was just a bad dream (until the drugs wear off)

tommy succesfully sleeping

tommy freaking out bc buck has a black eye and busted lip

buck just smirks and says "you should see the other guy"

sal being incredibly turned on by his gentle giant boyfriend beating the absolute shit out of the guy who hurt their man

[pluralityofaxes]

911 hiatus exchange piece for @judymarch15 🩵 you gave me a lot of wiggle room (yay) so i hope this is to your tastes!

[On AO3]

[capitalnineteen]

woke up wanting to give tommy a communication curse (because yeah i love that for tommy and would play in that space forever)

trying to think about how that would look, though and... my first thought was just 'tongue tied' that would make it hard for him to communicate but ... what would that mean exactly? and how did he get cursed?

so then i thought maybe buck cursed him with some sort of truth spell?

but tommy has told the truth! (okay, except that he had a shift)

which that could still be interesting. buck expecting certain outcomes but it not changing things because he was honest.

just thinking thoughts... like i need another WIP

[capitalnineteen]

WIP Wednesday

Here's some more 2+2=3 Continuing from where this left off. Tagged by @drdone - ty! <3

“Get up, you're coming with me.”

Tommy wasn’t cuffed - yet - so he pushed up from the bit of sidewalk his ass had been parked on, waiting for the cops to get around to him. He winced as he banged bloody fingers on the rough cement. 

He hadn’t seen Athena arrive. But then he hadn’t been looking, either. 

Evan and Tory’s linked hands, their fingers threaded together. 

Tommy had spent the last few hours trying not to look at anything too closely. 

Athena led him to a cruiser and opened the back door for him, looking at him like he was an errant toddler who couldn’t keep his fingers out of the cookie jar.

“Give me your truck key. I’ll have it driven over to your place.” Her expression turned even more scathing, making the words blister as she informed him, "You’re not to set foot on this property for so long as Mikey’s is in operation. In fact? Even if they close and a Starbucks takes over? Just consider yourself persona non grata.”

“Persona non grata should be my middle name,” Tommy muttered as he fished out his keys.

“Add that to the things you’re going to explain later, Kinard.” Athena took the key and slid it into her own pocket. “In,” she demanded, slamming the door behind him the moment he’s clear.

There was only the occasional crackle of her radio as they drove. It didn’t require her so she remained silent. Eventually she pulled into his driveway. “Talk,” she demanded as she turned to face him. 

“What would you like me to tell you?” He kept his tone passably respectful. He appreciated that he was in his yard and not in cuffs. 

He did not appreciate that she wasn’t likely to accept ‘argument got out of hand’ as an explanation.  

“I fucked up,” he said bluntly, hoping that would satisfy her.

“Agreed. I’m interested in why.”

“Got some… news today. Didn’t handle it well.”

“So you got drunk and ended up in a fight?”

“I’m not drunk. I didn’t drink tonight.”

Athena’s eyes widened. “Pull the other one, Kinard. I saw you weaving.”

Another ill-timed laugh broke out of Tommy. He sank back against the seat and pressed his hand to his side. “I think I need your services a little more tonight, Sergeant Grant.”

[chimneyschewinggum]

kindly requesting a bit of 🚩 please

Previous snippet and lore from Kidnapped Omega Buck here

By the time the car stops, Buck's wrists are raw and aching from fighting against the cuffs keeping his arms secured behind his back. The confined space of the trunk didn't offer enough room for him to get momentum to his legs for a good kick, and the bag someone had thrown over his head before shoving him in here – alongside the regular din of horns and yelling and thumping bass that constituted traffic in LA – made all his attempts of yelling for help futile.

He feels the weight of the car shift as the alphas exit, can hear them all gathering around the rear side of the rear side of the vehicle, forming a tight semicircle to hinder any attempts to escape. It's smart. If his legs weren't numb from the restricted blood flow, if he had somehow freed his arms and gotten the covering off of his face, his first move would have been to spring at them, to fight fang and claw until he had nothing left. There's a knock on the truck lid.

"Alright, pretty boy, I'm gonna open this up. No funny business, though. I'd hate to have to mess up that sweet face."

Buck fights to keep the snarl from rising out of his throat. His captors have the upper hand right now, whether he likes it or not. The trunk pops open and several sets of strong hands pull him out gracelessly, none of them lingering to help hold him up when his numb legs go out from beneath him. One of them laughs and snatches him up by the collar of his shirt, carelessly ripping the seams apart as they drag him across the gravel into what must be the shadow of a large building.

Rusted hinges squeal their displeasure and he's pushed into the place, stumbling, but gaining his balance on his own this time. It smells damp and dusty, unused. A warehouse? The alphas behind him prod him forward until he trips again.

"Oh, watch your step," One sneers. Another jerks on the ruined remains of his shirt collar, fingers dangerously close to brushing the Mating mark on his neck. He can't fight the snarl this time, turning his head and snapping his teeth, despite the bag covering his face.

"Fiesty. I like that."

"Shut up and get him tied down. The boss will be here soon."

[buckleydelucakinard]

tommy confesses that he hasnt been to a hockey game in years and hes really missed going. the la kings somehow make it to the finals and buck and sal surprise tommy with tickets right up by the penalty box. of course the kings win the stanley cup and while tommy is looking toward the ice with the most childlike wonder and happiness and excitement, buck and sal cant stop thinking about how beautiful tommy looks so happy and carefree. buck tears up about it and sal gets massive cuteness aggression (they all fuck about it when they get home)

bonus: they got tommy a custom jersey with buckley-deluca on it (it stays on during sex)

[pluralityofaxes]

i love how Tommy's expression turned out here but i'm constantly reminded the reference is a tv screenshot where he's out of his mind on coke

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

would love any backstory or info about “been secretly falling apart”

Okay, some behind the scenes: I agonized over writing and posting this fic because I didn't want anything to seem unrealistically critical. I'm not a fan of bashing fics, I try to be pretty fair with a lot of the main characters when it comes to how they're acting because they get turned into caricatures of themselves sometimes even in the show. They can't help that they're not allowed to grow as people. That being said, I started thinking about what it would feel like for other characters to overhear some of the jabs and comments that get thrown around. Then I started thinking about Sal being the one to get sent to his old house as a union steward to handle this sort of off the books. Would his conflict of interest be that he was buddies with Chimney? That he knows Buck through Tommy?

Then I thought it could be those, but also what if Sal had been trying to ignore feelings for Buck the entire time he and Tommy were together? Then I waffled on it being just Sal and Buck or all three, but I liked the idea that Sal and Tommy have hooked up off and on for a long time just because they can do it and have fun without feelings getting in the way.

Except Sal has had feelings for Tommy since...forever. He really understood the depth of them when a shaky, sweating Tommy admitted he was pretty sure he was engaged to Abby. Then it felt like someone reached into his chest, plucked his heart out, and crushed it. Really, though, the roots of his feelings could be traced back to that first week they worked together. And Tommy was in denial about how he felt about Sal because he was closeted and then because he didn't want to fuck up their friendship with his feelings. So he slammed it all in a box and put that box on a shelf in his heart, never to be opened or acknowledged.

Flash forward, and Buck and Tommy are back together. Sal is happy but suffering in the fic, but Buck and Tommy are so in love and happy but also like jumpy cats around each other. Because Buck knows he caught a vibe from Sal when he saw him at the station, and if he wasn't already in love with Tommy, he would've said or done something about it once the whole complaint thing was resolved. Tommy knows that he and Sal hooked up a few times, their having done that in the past isn't a secret, but these last couple of times had felt like more. It had felt like it used to when he was younger and trying to desperately ignore the feelings he had for his best friend.

They have a tentative movie night planned for the next week, and Tommy cracks first while they're making dinner. He tells Buck that he and Sal hooked up again a few months back. Buck looks like a deer caught in the headlights and then guilty, and he admits to maybe kind of flirting with Sal. And he's like hold the fucking phone, why did I get accused of being weird about my best friend when you've been fucking yours? And Tommy's like why do you think I had unique insight into how weird things could get??? And they get annoyed with each other, Tommy does angry vegetable chopping, and then Buck is like too bad this didn't come up before we got back together or we could've had a threesome amirite. They do a hahaha unless 👀 like...all night. In bed is when they're both like okay fuck yes okay alright yes, we want that. But just to try. It'll be fun, right? Just chill and casual? Tommy and Sal have successfully done that for years, right? Right???

Then Sal shows up for movie night and the rest of the fic happens. But that was what I was imagining as the sort of bridge between Sal going to the fire station again and that first threesome happening.