Mortals Meet Demigods/ One shots

Joseph Anderson

THANKS TO  @Yasmin_Solangelo FOR THE CHARACTER!!!!!! ALSO, NO HATE AGAINST HOMOSEXUAL PEOPLE OR ANYONE ELSE, I DONT KNOW HOW ACTUAL HOMOPHOBIA IS PLAYED OUT. ITS JUST HOW I SEE IT IN MY MIND.

Disgust shown on my face as I looked at the two males, holding hands and kissing as I ordered my morning coffee. I sat across the room from them and opened my laptop. Honestly, to like someone of the same gender is unnatural; repulsing even. But, knowing this generation, they're probably just attention seeking.

Once I finished my coffee, I made my way to my work building, scowling at the LGBT pride signs on the street lamps. June. Disgusting. "Pride month." What's there to be proud of? Being an alien amongst humans?

Don't think I overlooked the events happening on the street as I was driving. Homosexual couples. Parades. Protests. I rolled my eyes and kept them on the road, trying not to focus on the stuff happening that didn't need my attention.

"HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!" Exclaimed Betty, a huge supporter of the LGBT community, as people walked into the building. She was wearing buttons that proclaimed her beliefs about the matter and I thought to myself, "There should be some for people who are against this."

I tried ignoring her and heading straight to my office, but she kept offering me a button, blocking the doorway. My patience slowly wore out as I kept trying to get in.

"Take a button! It's pride month! Don't you want to show your respect for them?" She asked, holding out one of her buttons.

"Stop! Honestly, you crazy people and your beliefs! Homosexuals aren't even real! They're just attention hogs (I try to avoid cussing) and even if they were actually attracted to the same gender, they're unnatural, disgusting beings. Seriously! They're all abominable people!" I huffed out, pushing Betty out of my way and slamming the door before getting a proper response. I caught her face in the small crack of the door as it closed. It was twisted into an expression holding both horror and anger. I smirked.

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The streets were still littered with rainbow confetti, plastic flags, and crushed food. I drove silently, shaking my head at the sight. I was about a third of the way home when I received a call from Naomi.

Hey Naomi why did you call?

Hi sweetie, I'm just calling to let you know, Will's coming home from camp and joining us for dinner today. He said that he's bringing a friend.

Okay, thanks for the heads up.

No problem. Drive safely.

She hung up and I sighed. When was the last time I saw Will? Was it when Naomi gave birth to Kevin a while back? No, that was too long. It was when two years ago, when he came back from the battle they fought in Manhattan. My thoughts swallowed my attention and before I knew it, I was home. I wasn't sure how Will and his friend was getting here. I'm hoping he found a girlfriend and was going to introduce her to us tonight.

I took out my keys and unlocked the door. Instantly, I smelt the amazing dishes my wife was making.

"Daddy!" A shrill voice filled my ears, taking my attention away from the scent. A 7 year old boy jumped on me, hugging my chest. I laughed and scooped him into my arms, placing kisses on his face.

"Kevin! How's my little boy?" I asked, grinning.

"I'm not little anymore." He said defiantly, crossing his arms. "I'm 7 now"