#dad sal

[conqueenror]

I love Mondstadt sm, and it's not because it is the "home region", but because it is a mysterious and sometimes even creepy region when you dig a little bit further

[simorys]

The effects of art block

[momotonescreaming]

choosing my confessions

Rating: T | WC: 2.2k | Tommy Kinard & Sal Deluca Coming Out, Friendship, Comfort

Inspired by this text post of mine

[read on ao3]

"Hey Sal," Tommy says casually, cell phone clutched to his ear, hands shaking. "Do you think I could come over tonight, crash in the spare room?"

"Trouble in paradise? Megan kick you out?" Sal says with a humourless laugh, more an exhale of air than anything else. It crackles through the phone speaker. He's known Sal long enough to know he's not being malicious. If Sal was, he'd know. "Shit, man, sure."

"Good, because I'm outside." Tommy admits, and looks out the drivers side window of his car at Sal's house. He'd been sitting in his car for a solid 30 minutes before he called, staring at the brick of Sal's mid-century home, daring his friend to come out the front door and discover him waiting. So he didn't have to ring him and ask. But Sal didn't, and so Tommy did.

Tommy sighs, breath shuddering, watching the curtains move in the window. A shadow getting closer, bigger, before ripping the curtains apart. And there, in the window is Sal with his cell phone clutched to his ear and an incredulous look on his face. He spots Tommy, in his car outside his house, seat belt still on, and something in his face changes. He hears Sal sigh down the phone, and sees him deflate in the window, back lit by the light from his living room.

He yanks the curtains shut, and after a second Tommy watches him yank the front door open with just as much force. Lowering the phone from his ear, he can see more than he can hear Sal telling him to get the fuck inside.

They both hang up the phone.

Sliding sheepishly out of his truck, phone back in his pocket, Tommy makes his way on shaky legs across to Sal's front door.

Sal, who's standing there in a worn Lakers shirt and sweatpants, phone in one hand with the other on his hip. He looks eerily like his wife, Gina. Tommy would laugh if he didn't feel like he had been flipped inside out. Stripped raw and shaking on his best friend's doorstep.

The door shuts behind him, gentler this time, and Sal ushers him through to the living room. Past the entranceway, with the coat rack and hall table Gina made Sal drive halfway across the city to get, and the framed photos of them on the wall. There's even one of Tommy and Sal at his wedding, Sal in his tuxedo with Tommy in his complementary Best Man suit. It was a good day. He spent most of the day running around with the groomsmen, coordinating with the Maid of Honour, making sure that Sal had the best day possible — that he almost forgot he had invited Megan as his date.

Gina's in the living room, curled up in a recliner, her wavy black hair tied in a knot at the top of her head. She sees Tommy and smiles, giving him a soft look before she locks eyes with Sal. He must pull a face at her from where he's standing behind Tommy, communicating silently, as she uncurls herself and gets off the recliner.

"I'll be in our room if you need anything," she says, far too casually to be anything other than contrived, her silently communicating with Sal again. Tommy watches as she raises an eyebrow at Sal before disappearing down the hall.

Tommy turns to see Sal rolling his eyes fondly, as he always does with Gina, before turning to Tommy. Something in his expression settles into something more serious, something more searching. As if he could peer into the lines on Tommy's face and figure out exactly why he's here.

"Sit," Sal says, firmly but not unkindly. He takes a seat on the living room couch, a deep brown leather one Tommy knew had come from Sal when they merged their things together. It was old, and worn, but it was incredibly comfortable and neither of them wanted to throw it out. It was comfortable, and Tommy wishes the small relief of it will make the impending conversation easier.

Tommy sits, sinking into the plush leather next to Sal. The curtains shut, blocking out the depth of the night. The living room lit by soft warm coloured lamps, and the shine of the TV. He sighs, looking down at his feet, feeling Sal's gaze burn into the side of his head.

"You know I was mostly joking when I said trouble in paradise, you know." Sal starts, breaking the silence. Hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees.

"Yeah, well, you're not exactly wrong." Tommy starts, tilting his head as if to concede his own point. "Hasn't been paradise in a long while. Or at all."

He watches Sal purse his lips, look at him, staring into his eyes. As if he's staring into his soul. He's always been good at that, reading people, really seeing them. Looking past the facade, seeing the version of themselves that they put on for others, and the version of themselves that feels more true to them. He's always been very good at reading Tommy.

"How so?" Sal prompts.

"Have you ever started realising something about yourself?" Tommy starts, looking over at his best friend. His voice starts to waver, and he sees Sal's eyes flicker over his face. Of course he notices, small as the waver was. "And the more you think about it, the more you realise you can't take it back? You can't un-know this thing about yourself?"

"No." Sal admits, and Tommy sort of deflates before he continues. "But I'm guessing you can?"

His voice hitches in his throat, catching there, stopping all air from flowing from his mouth to his lungs. This is the moment. To tell Sal what he realised about himself. He doesn't know if he can do it. He kind of feels like he's gonna throw up, bile churning his stomach. Bubbling and boiling like hot tar sinking in the pit of his gut. Like if he tells Sal it's going to change everything, redirect the course of their whole friendship. Maybe even end it.

A lot like the realisation itself, if he tells Sal he can't take it back.

Sal's relaxed a lot over the years, calmed down and matured. In part, thanks to Gina. He's not a bad guy, never was. Working under Gerrard was hard for them all, and they both fell into the safety of the Old Boys Club. It meant they kept their jobs. Got to live another day with that sense of community. Not that it was, Tommy realising that only once Gerrard was ousted and the whole 118 could settle.

"Yeah," Tommy exhales, throat tight and voice shuddering on the exhale. He clenches his fist, nails digging crescent shaped dents into the calloused palm of his hands. Almost drawing blood. He takes a deep breath, and looks over at Sal, eyes watering. "I think I'm gay."

And then he's being hugged. Being pulled in by strong arms, across the couch and into Sal's embrace. He reaches back, arms wrapping around Sal, letting himself be swallowed by the man's hold. It's nice. He needs it.

Tommy lets out a wet sob, pressing his face into Sal's shoulder. He feels a little silly for the doubt he was feeling before, the nerves pressing the words back down his throat. He mumbles into Sal's shirt. "Thank you."

"Don't have to thank me for anything," Sal replies, rubbing a hand up and down his back. Smoothing down the fabric of Tommy's flannel, soothing him. "You bastard, I should be thanking you for opening up."

"How about a draw?" Tommy proposes, and he feels Sal laugh from where their torsos are pressed together. Sal starts pulling back, drawing his hands across the smooth planes of Tommy's back, and he resists the urge to grab Sal's wrists and pull him back for another hug.

"If it means you accept the thank you, then I'll fucking take it." Sal jokes, resting his hand on Tommy's shoulder, leaving it there. A fact for which Tommy is thankful. He focuses on it, uses it to anchor himself, keep himself in the moment. It doesn't stop his eyes from watering. Sal locks eyes with him, and he feels like he's been cracked open a second time. Like he's gripped his ribcage and torn them apart, exposing his bleeding heart. "Seriously though Tommy? You're still my best fucking friend."

"You too," is all Tommy can get out before he has to sniff wetly, blinking back tears. In his wildest dreams, he could never have predicted this went this well. Not with what they both went through, the culture that surrounded them. At work, and at home. The machismo, the idea of what a man really is, the idea that they have to become it. The macho hobbies, the macho job, the idea that he can enjoy these things — or elements of them at least — and still, maybe, be gay.

"I'm guessing you told Megan?" Sal asks, not unkindly, raising an eyebrow. He's processed what this means in his head, Tommy can tell, running through all the options. The solutions.

"Yeah."

"Which is why you're here."

"Yeah," Tommy repeats, nodding his head. "We talked a bit — not much, mind you. Ripped off the band-aid, but I figured we could both use some space to figure it all out."

"Well you're always welcome here," Sal says warmly, a fact for which Tommy is forever grateful. He doesn't know what he'd do if he and his girlfriend — ex-girlfriend now — were stuck in his house together after dropping the bombshells they did. "Gina would have my ass if I didn't."

Tommy snorts out a laugh, smile twitching at the corners of his mouth — before he lets the expression drop into a frown. He takes another deep breath, looking over at Sal, hand on his shoulder, before looking down at his clenched hands. Knuckles white with tension. "There's something else."

"Oh?"

"Megan's pregnant."

"Shit." Sal says, almost on accident, words coming out of his mouth before he can stop it. "Fuck. What are you gonna do?"

"No fucking clue," Tommy admits, letting out a strained and humourless laugh. "She's further along than expected, apparently, and doesn't know if she wants to keep it."

"Well what about you?" Sal asks, to which Tommy just makes a questioning noise. "Do you want to keep it?"

"I really don't think that matters all that much, Sal." Tommy admits, looking at Sal incredulously. "She's the one that's pregnant."

"Well you're my friend, and I'd argue it does." Sal replies, a teasing lilt to his voice, as if he's a thirteen year old kid about to say so there. His voice drops into something serious."That kid's yours too, you know?"

"I haven't really let myself think about it?" Tommy says, words coming out questioning and unsure. "Tonight, or ever, really. Marriage and kids always felt like something that was never meant for me, you know? Now I know why."

"Maybe it's time to let yourself think about it." Sal says with a shrug. He looks casual, but there's that calculating look on his face, in his words. Where there's something underneath the surface he's not saying. Tommy sighs, he doesn't know if he wants to admit if Sal has a point or not. "Kids. No rush."

"There's a bit of a rush, Sal," Tommy says, letting himself snark back at his best friend. "Pregnancy doesn't go on forever."

"Ha ha, wiseguy. I went to health class, I know how fucking pregnancy works." Sal teases back. "I'm just saying this might be the time to think about it. Now that you know more about yourself."

"Maybe." He replies quietly. "I don't know. We have a bunch of other stuff to figure out first."

"Well I'm always here," Sal says. "If you ever need anything."

"Thank you," Tommy replies gratefully. Knowing that Sal's there, that he knows his situation — that's he's gay and his now ex-girlfriend is pregnant — helps ease the anxious vice grip on his heart. He has someone to talk to. He doesn't have to hide it. He has the space to sit down and just be a gay man.

He wants to explore that side of himself, to let himself look at guys, focus on how they make him feel. How he's allowed to look at them. Maybe go to a gay club.

But now he has bigger things to worry about. He and Megan need to talk the housing situation, about the stuff they bought together, and what they're going to do about the baby. He doesn't know if he even has the time to be gay. Which feels a little silly to say, but sadly true.

He needs to think about if he wants to be a father. If he wants a kid.

At first instinct, if he lets himself even consider the thought of it — he kind of wants to be a father. The idea terrifies him, and the thought of turning out like his father terrifies him even more.

But Tommy thinks it might be nice to be a dad.

[fabuloustrash05]

I often see people talk about how Mikey or someone else would embarrass Raph in front of Mona Lisa by telling her humiliating stories about him during his childhood or recent events.

But can we start considering the concept of Sal Commander doing the exact same thing to Mona Lisa around Raph??? That would be hilarious XD

[salllzy]

The consort #4

Sarah was no fool and she knew that the King and Queen would try and corner her papa and she wasn't going to let them, they had their chance years ago. She wasn't going to let them. They had already hurt him once and she refused to let them do so again. They had seven years to ask any questions that they wanted, but they hadn't.

She wasn't above being petty and spent what free time that she had, hogging her papa's attention. It didn't matter if he was in the middle of doing something, the moment she asked if he wanted to do something? He dropped everything that he was doing and joined her. She didn't interrupt when he was doing actual work, she knew better, but when he was doing those silly gatherings and trust exercises? That was when she interrupted. The look on the princess's face was also a bonus, she didn't have time for silly daydreamers who thought that everyone in Hell had some good in them and that they all deserved a chance to be a better person. It was the biggest load of bullshit that Sarah had ever heard. There were those in Hell who deserved everything that they got, she had no sympathy for rapists or child molesters, who stood on the street and cried 'Woe is me'. They knew what they did, even in Hell they didn't stop, despite them not being the biggest fishes in the pond. She always enjoyed a good hunt. "Dad, there you are. Ready for tonight?" Once again she had interrupted yet another meeting and she didn't even feel sorry for doing it. "You did promise that we were going out." She watched as he stood from the chair, the looks that she was being sent would have sent a lesser demon running. "Indeed, I take it the rest of the motley crew will be meeting us?" Just as he finished speaking the door opened and Stolas came wandering in, Octavia followed behind. The teen's eyes brightened as soon as she realised just who they were visiting. "Auntie, gramps." Sarah chuckled and spun her cane as she walked, the owl demoness didn't even flinch as the doe demon got close.

"How is my favourite niece?" Octavia scoffed and pulled the doe demon in for a hug, many of the hotel residents stiffened until the realised that the owl demoness was allowed to touch the prickly doe demon. "Alastor." Stolas looked at the elder deer demon and could see the lines of tension in him, no wonder Sarah had called him and arranged for them to go out. Stolas reached out and pulled the elder deer demon in for a hug, his red eyes scanned over the room. It didn't escape his notice that almost everyone was looking at the four of them. "Right, we have plans and a lot of them." She gestured to the door with her cane, Stolas released Alastor and Paimon made an appearance. "Wonderful, I am not late." The King of the Ars Goetia made his way to Alastor, he bowed at the waist and offered a bouquet of Hell roses to Alastor. Alastor blinked several times before he accepted the bouquet, Sarah groaned and scrubbed her face with her hands. "You are a massive flirt and kindly stop flirting with my dad." Piamon straightened up and offered his arm to Alastor. "My dear Sarah, with a gem as fine as this? How could I not?" Paimon escorted Alastor out of the hotel as the residents looked on in shock. "Ah, well, you two ready to go?" The two owl demons nodded their heads and soon the three of them left the hotel, they could hear Paimon talk to Alastor asking him questions as they walked. Inside the hotel, two royals burned with jealousy and they began to plot, they would not allow Paimon to take what rightfully belonged to them.

[girl-drink-drunk]

the absolute gasp i let out when i thought sal was gonna die vs the absolute scream i let out when it was revealed that he survived

[bruciemilf]

Sal Maroni: breaths

Battinson:

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Sal Commander, about Raph: I can’t believe you’re getting worked up about some guy!

Mona Lisa: This one is different! He's honest and sweet!

Sal Commander, rolling his eyes: Please…

Mona Lisa: He would never do anything to hurt me!

Sal Commander: HE’S A GUY!

[bludinkdragonz]

Can you make a picture of Raph and Mona kissing in front of their kids while Mikey covered Sal's eyes as he knew he didn't wanna see it.

-P.S. I the designs look BEAUTIFUL ❤️💕❤️,✨✨✨✨✨✨ Keep up the good work!

Agh totally forgot the Mike part 💀 but hope this is still worthy enjoy!

The boys are not having it! 😂

Irrilia belongs to the lovely @myrling-art

Frida & Vincent to the lovely @fabuloustrash05

Sal & Thalos to me!

[youloveamonsterlikeme]

can you adopt me I think you'd make a good dad

"...Wait, you really think so?"

[talknerdytome18]

Hot take but just because Stanley Forbes had a traumatic childhood, it doesn't excuse his racism.

[thes1llygo0ber]

Hehe 😅

[child0ftheabomination]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Every once in a while, my dad’ll take me out for a guys day, even let me skip school sometimes. We have these really cheesy T-shirts that say “Father Fisher” and “Son Fisher” that we wear out to arcades and movies and stuff. It’s fun, especially since I don’t get to see him a lot.

The Fisher jokes are killing me, though. I made the mistake of watching The Matrix with him after Larry and I went (it’s a GOOD MOVIE).

That damn kissing scene came on. It would have been fine, if the old fart didn’t have to go;

“there’s a million fish in the sea. Someday, you’ll have someone like that. You know why?”

“Because I’m a Fisher.”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE A FISHER!!”

“Alright, dad.”

We got kicked out of the theater after that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

✭ concept is not mine! I can’t find the original Tumblr user who came up with this joke. ✭

[bleubell-cheesecake]

Loosing my MIND at the literal honest to god intervention that Scar Gem and Impulse put Grian through

[salllzy]

The consort #7

Neither Lilith or Lucifer had moved after the events, instead, they had moved to allow Alastor to collect his daughter's corpse. Neither of them had thought that it would end the way that it had. The plan had been simple, so how had it gone so wrong? Where had they gone wrong? Everything had been going wonderfully, barring the fight that Lucifer had gotten into. Neither of them had expected her to be so firey, so disobedient and wild. Sarah had been every bit of Alastor's daughter, it had been as if they were dealing with a female Alastor. It had been thrilling, exciting and wonderful. The fight had been dirty, she had used every trick in her book and despite losing to Lucifer? Sarah had still won. They watched as Alastor left the warehouse, neither of them knew what they could say, they didn't know if they had the right to. Not after this. They had known that their actions would have consequences, but Alastor would have still been in their lives, they would have been able to see him and interact with him. Their hope had been that with enough time, he would let them back into his life. That they could have gotten to know the real Alastor. It was very clear to them that the Alastor that they had seen interacting with Sarah was far from fake, that it had been the real Alastor and it made them wonder, why had he hidden it from them? They had been in a relationship for fifty years and not once had they seen that side of him. It had been as if they were watching a different person. Someone who had Alastor's name but wasn't Alastor. They had been far too eager to see what was behind the mask and they hadn't thought about the consequences.

Consequences that Alastor was now paying. Neither of them had thought that Sarah would do such a thing, but therein lay the problem. They didn't know her. They had made assumptions. The wrong ones and it had blown up in their faces. Badly. ------

Alastor could feel Sarah's soul curled up against his own and while normally she would be alive and well, this wasn't the first time that such a thing had happened to them. But it had been a very long time, foolish fawn of his. She hadn't even given him a chance to try and find away out of it, instead, she had taken it into her own hands and dealt with the matter herself. They would be talking about it, once he had fixed up her body. As it stood now, he couldn't return her soul to her body, not with the damage that it had sustained. He sighed and wondered just where she got her personality from. It certainly wasn't him.

[keefechambers]

sal-sofia father/daughter duo forever