#salgina

[exhaustedpirate]

tidbit thursday

was i gonna participate in fluffebruary? yes! did my brain completely stop working and has been working on my other wips? YES! so uh bringing you another snippet from the salginabucktommy wip on this fine thursday night!

He has his back pressed against a firm chest when he stops to admire the gallery wall by the doorway to the living room.

His gaze stops on Tommy's smile. Young, bright. On Sal's smirk, still the same even with the passage of time. On a young woman's smile, Gina he assumes, beaming, her arms around the two young man's shoulders.

They are all wearing formal clothing. Tommy and Sal are wearing suits in matching tones of dark blue, their ties a pale pink to match Gina's long thin-strapped dress with a slit on the side.

"That was at our prom," Tommy speaks in a quiet voice, lips close to Buck's ear, hands roaming up and down his arms. "Sal's aunt took that picture of us," There's a soft tone in his voice and Buck feels himself relax against the strong body behind him. "She was also at the wedding and took that one too."

Buck turns to the picture he gestures towards and his smile widens. Tommy is on Sal's back, his laughter frozen in time, one shoe falling from his foot. Sal has lost his tie and his hair is mussed, his expression fondly exasperated while Gina holds both man's faces and her smile is pressed against Sal's cheek, a flowing white dress stained with green at the bottom.

"You've known each other for so long." Buck comments, unable to look away from the happiness filling the picture.

"I met Sal on the first day of primary school," Tommy tells him, tilting Buck's head towards a picture of two young boys with gaps in their teeth and dirty soccer uniforms, their arms over the other's shoulders. Buck feels warmth all over his chest at the happiness in the picture. "His aunt dropped him off and he just ran in straight into me. We've been friends ever since."

Buck smiles and takes Tommy's hand in his, feeling him squeeze it in response.

"We both met Gina in highschool," Tommy uses their clutched hands to point out a selfie taken by a polaroid camera framed close to the middle of the gallery. "I was jealous of her at first."

In the picture, Sal and Gina stand in a tight embrace. He is sweaty but happy in a much bigger soccer uniform while she grins excitedly with shiny eyes as she presses her lips to his cheek.

"Yeah?"

Tommy hums. "I was in love with my best friend," He shrugs like it doesn't matter. Maybe it doesn't. Not now. Hindsight and all that. "We fought. I confessed my feelings during our fight and he kissed me. It turned out he was in love with me too," Tommy smiles, looks at the prom picture again. "Gina knew."

"She knew?"

"They weren't subtle," Gina smirks from the doorway, leaning on the frame. "There's only so many times I could have caught them looking longingly at each other before I figured it out."

Her tone is teasing but Tommy laughs, holding out his free hand for her to take. She does so with a soft smile and he pulls her close, lets her kiss his cheek before he does the same.

"But I loved Sal and Sal loved me, it just so happened that Sal loved Tommy too." Gina explains as she runs her fingers along Tommy's temple.

"And you loved me too." Tommy adds with a teasing raise of his eyebrow.

Gina puts on a long-suffering sigh. "We would have never ended up in this situation if I didn't," Her index finger presses on Tommy's nose before her attention turns to Buck, her hand outstretched. "Gina Deluca, I've heard a lot about you."

Buck can't help the blush covering his cheeks, taking her hand into his. "Evan Buckley."

"Should I call you Evan or is that a Tommy exclusive?" She asks with a glint in her eyes, Tommy's head presses against Buck's neck hiding a chuckle.

"Uhm, I-I mean-"

"Come on, G, stop teasing." Tommy asks, pressing a soothing kiss on Buck's neck.

She sighs good-naturedly and squeezes Buck's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Buck." Her smile is bright and beautiful and he feels like he just ran a mile. She reciprocates his smile.

[peppermintquartz]

i'm gonna share something so juvenile and gross between Sal and Gina for the Heist fic (yes i am chipping away at it while i'm trying to clear work backlog):

“MOOOOMMMMMM!!”  Gina closes her eyes and sighs, counting to ten under her breath. She is at seven when her daughter’s dulcet tones ring out with: “DAAAAADDDD!!!” Sal doesn’t even pretend to be patient. “Unless someone’s bleeding or unconscious, it can wait!” “What are you doing?!?” “We’re talking!” Sal shouts back. The entire Deluca clan trains their lung capacity the same way. Gina can’t even complain about bad manners because she does the same thing. She and Sal used to have entire conversations via shouting, and her neighbors back then thought they were in a volatile on-off violent relationship when it was just them deciding where to go for dinner.  “No you’re not!” Rolling her eyes, Gina hollers, “We’re smooching!” “Ewwww!! Gross!!!”  Blessed, blessed peace.  Sal raises an eyebrow, almost as bitchily as Tommy’s best effort. “She does know we squirted her and her sisters out because of all the smooching we did, right?” “What’s with the ‘we’, mister?” Gina jabs her husband’s middle lightly and he catches her hand. “I squirted them out of my vagina. You were just there for moral support.” “I don’t know about that,” Sal drawls, his voice dropping to a low purr. “Pretty sure I did some squirtin’ on my own. Or maybe we need to revisit the process?” He winks and then pouts dramatically for a kiss. Laughing, Gina pushes his scruffy face aside. “Gross. Can’t believe I married you and your stupid pick-up lines.” “You looooove my stupid pick-up lines,” he says, chuckling as well, and gives her a big smacking kiss on her cheek. “I’ll go see what our teeny terrors want.” As Sal turns away, she catches him around the wrist and he looks at her, curious. “I’m gonna get tomorrow’s lunches ready,” she tells him, “and you’ll make sure they’re clean and tucked into bed. Then we’ll come to bed and revisit the process.” She winks at him and lets her gaze slide down. “See if I can get you to squirt.” “You’re disgusting.” Sal’s smirk still makes Gina tingle.

[letsdosciencetoit]

Sal Sunday

Another short scene from what I am affectionately calling the Toxic Sal fic. This is one of the things borne out of the fact that I've been suppressing all of my angsty thoughts for Fluffebruary. Sal is awful, and I love him.

“Obviously we’re going to have to get married,” Sal tells Gina plainly over a quiet dinner. There’s a flicker of something in her face that Sal attributes to morning sickness before it’s replaced with relief.    He feels his blood heat at the thought that she might have been worried he wouldn’t step up, but he can’t blame her.  He hadn’t reacted well when she’d told him about the pregnancy.

“I don’t know,” Gina starts, hesitant before she trails off.

“What’s there to think about?” Sal asks, incredulous.  “You’re pregnant, and unless there’s a chance the kid isn’t mine, we’ll get married and give the kid the family it deserves.”]

“No,” Gina breaths out, shaking her head vehemently.  “There hasn’t been anyone else.  This baby is definitely yours.” “Then it’s settled,” Sal intones with a nod, ignoring the hypocrisy of accusing her of being unfaithful.  He pulls out the box with the ring he’d picked out, mere hours after fucking another man’s face and making the guy get off on his boot.  “We’ll get married, and all make sure you guys want for nothing.”

Tagging @chimneyschewinggum @chemistry66 @thecarrott @emakataken @paperyowl @fuselsstuff and @fenrirscarsback for encouraging some of these shenanigans. Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

[bidisasterevankinard]

I think i need to write pregnant Buck and Gina terrorize Tommy and Sal and be bestie like rn

[exhaustedpirate]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by the lovely @trombonechurchill and @leashybebes (and i'm sure more ppl but i have been in a writing rut and forgot!) bringing some salbucktommy (with hints of salginabucktommy... don't ask, it's complicated, also be nice to me) into the world!

"Buck it is," Sal softens his smile, his hand still outstretched.

He has that kind, friendly smile that has become more rare as they grew up, as they joined the business. Tommy could never forget how it makes him feel.

He remembers his 13th birthday and Sal handing him a gift with that smile. Remembers high school prom and dancing together behind the gym because Tommy didn't bring a date. Remembers Sal and Gina's wedding, the way they smiled at each other during their vows, during the ceremony. Remembers Gina pulling his hand to join them in their dance and that smile was there, mirrored in her face.

That smile means love, care. It takes his breath away, makes his heart hammer in his chest, makes his hands sweat. It's a simple smile and yet…

He catches the way Evan's throat bobs as he takes Sal's hand, his eyes roaming the other man's features, the length of his arm. Evan takes Sal in and there's a mild burn in Tommy's stomach, yearning, longing.

"Wh-What can I get you?" Evan stutters as he lets go of Sal's hand, placing both of his on his waist, fingers drumming, eyes glancing between the two of them. The burn eases with those glances.

"I'll take an iced tea." Sal nods, turning his back to the counter again to keep an eye on the door again. He still manages to keep an eye on the bartender. He's always been good at multitasking.

Evan nods and his smile is just as beautiful, just as breathtaking, just as heart racing. "A-And you?"

And those blue eyes are like a balm to his soul, to his being.

"Surprise me."

And Tommy has to keep himself from laughing when Evan freezes for a second, mind clearly racing, synapses firing in his brain, before he rushes to the bar, pulling bottles from several shelves.

"Someone's pissed at you." Sal speaks against his ear, outright glee in his voice.

Tommy spares a glance at the brown eyed glare of the fiery redhead and tamps down the urge to be smug. Doesn't spare her more than a quick look, more interested in the way Evan moves behind the bar.

He's temptation. He's desire. Longing.

The way his tongue peeks out from his mouth in concentration. The way he'll glance at the two of them every so often with pink cheeks. The way he all but bounces back with two drinks in his hands.

He tempts Tommy, makes him desire him, makes him long for him.

"An iced tea for Sal," And Evan's eyes light up when Sal smiles again, when their fingers touch as the cold glass is passed between them, when Sal nods in approval after his first sip. He turns to Tommy then, passing him his drink too. "And a surprise for you."

Tommy is tempted to keep their hands connected. He desires Evan's eyes on him at all time. He longs for his focus on him.

He doesn't drop eye contact as he brings the glass to his lips, burns inside at the look of concentration, of eagerness in Evan's eyes. His parted lips, tongue peeking out, hands wringing the towel in their hold.

Temptation. Desire. Longing.

no pressure tagging: @frogsinflannel @s3tm3onfir3 @seen-the-stars @cottagecori @hazeystar and whoever else wants to participate!

[letsdosciencetoit]

Sal Sunday - More Toxic!Sal

For @bluroux, who's been asking for more Sal lately - here's some more of the Toxic!Sal half brained idea that almost no one is asking for. Sal is the worst in this, but I love him for it.

I would call this M, but it's under the cut just in case.

Tommy has the whiskey and shot glasses in hand when he opens the door to his small, studio apartment.  Their usual routine on their four off is to go out and hook up.  But the cost of drinks in LA is highway robbery, and it’s nice to go out with a bit of a buzz.  Sal takes the shot glass and lets Tommy fill it, but he looks Tommy up and down, eyes heated, as their fingers brush together.

A grin spreads across his face as he watches Tommy get flustered.  He’s surprised it’s taken him this long to notice it. Granted, he’s usually been too distracted getting his dick wet to clock the way Tommy’s eyes have always been on him when they’re spit roasting chick whose biggest fantasy is to hook up with two firefighters.

Tommy turns away, hiding his face as he pours himself a shot, and throws it back quickly.  Sal takes his more slowly, enjoying the smooth burn as he swallows.  Tommy looks ready to pour himself another shot in rapid succession, but Sal’s hand stops him, another hot touch that makes Tommy look like he’s about ready to vibrate out of his skin.

Shrugging off Sal’s touch, Tommy moves to set the whiskey on the counter.  He doesn’t turn around, his voice uncharacteristically flat as he asks, “Where do you want to go tonight?”

Sal’s grin turns sharp, enjoying the way Tommy seems thrown off by Sal’s casual touch.  It’s a good thing there’s already a bed in the room.  “I was actually thinking we could try something different tonight.”

This finally has Tommy turn around, bitchy eyebrow raised. “Oh yeah?  And what did you have in mind?”

Flashing teeth in a smile Sal is sure looks predatory, Sal steps into Tommy’s space. If he wanted to, he could box Tommy in against the counter with his arms.  “I want you to suck my dick.”

Tagging @chimneyschewinggum @chemistry66 @thecarrott @emakataken @paperyowl @fuselsstuff @fenrirscarsback, @bluroux for encouraging some of these shenanigans. Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

[letsdosciencetoit]

🧪

Toxic Sal, my beloved. He's aweful, and I love him so much. Thank you for the ask for the Make Me Write (asks still open). This can double for Sal Saturday this week!

“You’re going to get our boot killed!” Tommy bites out in a whisper, slamming the door to his locker.  He’s not looking at Sal as he says it, but Sal can feel the anger radiating off of him and the clench of his jaw from his profile.

He turns to Tommy, resting nonchalantly against the lockers.  Crossing his arms over his chest he grins, all canines.  “Why, Tommy?  You jealous? You’re the one who gave this up.”

“Fuck you, Sal!  You have that kid so turned around he doesn’t know which way is up.”  If Sal didn’t know better, he’d say Tommy was genuinely worried about the kid; but Tommy doesn’t get attached to fresh meat. “You ask him to jump, he doesn’t even ask how high.”

“If Buckley can’t handle himself on the scene then maybe this isn’t his calling,” Sal says with a shrug.  The kid is a good lay, but it’s not his job to babysit the kid.

Rounding on Sal, Tommy draws himself up to his full height; he looks ready to go to bat for Buckley.

Sal’s saved from whatever self-righteous dressing down Tommy wants to give by Gerrard coming to the lockers. “You ladies done with your powwow?  The engines need scrubbing.”