#its not his fault hes homophobic he just starts growling when he sees me being gay

[pokemontrainer77890]

Need a rival to show my homophobic Gliscor that being gay isn't wrong

[dreamcatcherfication]

Love your writing and would love to see some aramour possibly x

Hello everyone! Here’s your daily fic from me, an underqualified author!

Well anon, this was certainly an interesting one. While I’m not big on shipping Jane, I do love the idea that she and Aragon tag team as Kitty’s mums (I will die with that headcanon in my hands). This fic is more of a family fic with the three of them all together, and Catherine and Jane are pre-established. (Apologies for any spelling or grammar errors, you know me and my “done in one sitting” writing)

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Trigger Warnings: Men being assholes (name calling, slut shaming, etc), one (1) homophobic slur

The name of this fic is “Ticket Stubs and Theatre Lights”

Of all of the queens, everyone knew Jane and Aragon were the most maternal. It was easy to see - Jane’s whole song was about her son, the baby she wanted so badly to hold and was willing to give the world for. And Aragon, the only queen who actually got to raise her child and form a lasting bond with, only to be ripped away because of Henry. Unlike the other two women, Anne and Cathy had learned to adjust to modern times without their children and make the most of their second lives.

At first, Catherine and Jane found comfort in each other, knowing the pain the other felt at the loss of their child. But slowly they started confiding in each other about the most trivial things. Jane would come into Aragon’s room to proudly declare, “I just finished watching Cake Wars and we need to make a cake now.”

Or Catherine would enter the living room and tell Jane, “I found a new yoga class and you’ve got to come try it with me.”

It didn’t even feel like a monumental moment for them to move from close friends to girlfriends. It was natural, and no one blinked twice. Other than the occasional show of affection, the two of them acted the same as they had before making the switch. Whenever Jane needed someone there for her, Catherine was there without a second’s notice. Whenever Aragon couldn’t face the world, Jane stayed and held her hand through all of it. They didn’t need to have the passion that so many television couples had, because together they were safe. And after being married to Henry VIII, safe was the best thing they could ask for.

It wasn’t a big surprise to the other queens to see Jane and Catherine together. They had always been close, and everyone was extremely accepting when the couple sat them down and gave the talk (not the sex talk Anne, the acceptance talk). Kitty, of course, was overjoyed at the idea of the two of them together. The teen looked up to Aragon and Jane as the maternal figures she never had, and it made her so excited to see them happy together.

And oh, Catherine and Jane were willing to fill that maternal role in Kitty’s life. All three queens had holes from the past, things they had been given long enough to love, only to be cruelly ripped away. To be able to find that again in the new world, that was like a blessing to the trio. Thus came about the tradition of movie night.

Once a week (always on Fridays, and if that wasn’t possible, then on Sunday) the three queens would get together, pull out all their snacks and watch a movie. It was simple and domestic, and that’s what made the tradition so special. Being able to partake in something as straightforward as watching a movie once a week wormed its way into the hearts of the queens.

This week in particular was going to be a special movie night. For the first time, Catherine and Jane were taking Kitty to an actual theatre to see a new movie. When they told Kitty they got tickets to see Toy Story 4 she had started squealing in excitement, bouncing around the queen’s house. “I can’t wait to see Buzz and Woody again! And Jessie! Oh she’s so cool,” Kitty rambled.

The excitable teen ran up to Catherine and Jane and pulled them both into a tight hug, thanking them relentlessly. “Of course Kitty,” Catherine laughed, “But we gotta get to the theatre first.”

“Right,” the teen said, bolting to the door. “Well? Come on!”

Jane and Catherine shared a look before making their way to the door. On their way over, Jane grabbed Kitty’s jacket that was strewn across the couch. Putting it on the girl’s back, she made sure Kitty was bundled up for the cold London night. “You need your jacket, it’ll be cold in the theatre.”

“Mum!” Kitty whined in embarrassment. Secretly she loved the feeling of Jane fussing over her, but never would she say it out loud.

Catherine chuckled and lightly cuffed Kitty on the head. “Weren’t you the one in a rush Kit? You can’t go out there without a jacket, you’ll catch a cold. So thank Jane and then we can be on our way.”

“Thanks Jane,” Kitty mumbled before bolting out of the house and over to the queen’s car. Her hand was already on the door handle waiting for Catherine to unlock the car door. When the car beeped and signalled that the door was open, Kitty immediately yanked the door open and threw herself inside. It felt like hours for her when Jane and Catherine took their time getting in the car and driving to the movie theatre.

Secretly, Catherine and Jane knew exactly what they were doing. They had plenty of time before the movie started, they weren’t worried about that, but teasing Kitty was one of their favorite pastimes. Sure, they weren’t Anne who would literally hide all of Kitty’s clothes to get a reaction out of her, but playing small jokes on the teen was definitely worth it. Catherine kept her eyes on the road, but Jane kept glancing in the mirror to catch glimpses of Kit squirming in her seat. The youngest queen was so anxious to see the movie that it had started to show in her body language.

When they finally got to the theatre and parked, Kit had become so jittery that she looked like Cathy hyped on coffee. “You buy the tickets and I’ll get snacks with Kitty?” Jane asked, seeking confirmation from her girlfriend.

“Yeah, I’ll be quick,” Catherine replied, giving Jane a chaste kiss before walking off in the direction of the ticket booths. Kitty grabbed Jane’s hand and pulled her in the direction of the snacks which were right inside the theatre.

As they wove through the many people already inside the theatre, Kit accidentally ran into the back of a man loitering in the lobby. The impact caused Kitty to fall to the ground, her hand slipping from Jane’s. He turned around with an angry glare and shouted at Kit, “Watch where you’re going bitch.”

Kit recoiled and looked down, frightened by the man’s clear anger towards her. But Jane was fuming as she watched this man speak so rudely to her daughter. “Excuse me sir,” Jane said harshly as she leaned down to help Kit stand up, “but you do not speak to my daughter that way.”

The man took a step forward and spit, “Oh yeah? What’re you going to do about it? It was her fault anyway.”

Jane put a protective arm around Kit as the teen curled herself into Jane’s chest. “Well for one, I could report you to the staff of this establishment for harassment, but I don’t really feel like causing a scene. So if you could kindly leave us alone, that would be great.”

“What’s going on, Janey?” came Catherine’s voice from behind the two girls as she approached the scene, three tickets in her hand. 

The man rolled his eyes. “Oh great, another one of you feminist fuckers.”

“What did you just say to us?” Catherine shot back with controlled fury.

“You heard what I said,” the man continued to antagonize. “This little slut,” he motioned at Kit, “ran right into me, and she doesn’t even have the decency to say sorry.”

“I - I’m sorry,” Kit murmured, wanting the confrontation to end.

The man looked at Kitty one last time and scoffed. Catherine shot him a glare. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Why? For making sure she knows her place? Little girl’s probably had a silver spoon in her mouth her whole life. It’s time she wakes up to the real world.”

“If you don’t leave right now,” Jane growled, “I will do everything in my power to make sure you regret those words. So leave and get out of my sight before we start to get really angry.”

The man kept up his appearance of nonchalance and swagger, but one look in Jane’s furious eyes had him cowering. “Alright, whatever. I don’t have time for you stupid dykes anyway.”

Once the man disappeared into the masses of moviegoers, Jane let herself relax. She wouldn’t let herself show it in front of him, but his words shook her to her core. Back with Henry, she would’ve accepted those words thrown at her and stayed silent. It hurt how even in modern times men could still act so hateful. “Hey, don’t let him get to you,” Catherine soothed Jane, her hand on Kitty’s back (who was still curled up in Jane’s arms). “He’s ignorant and scared, none of his words mean anything.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jane muttered back, her words small. Kitty didn’t even respond, her body still trembling. “Kit?” Jane asked, prompting the girl to look up. “Do you still want to see the movie? We can go home if you -”

“No,” Kit said. “I want to see the movie. We came all this way and we are going to see Toy Story 4!”

The two older queens smiled and let out small laughs, dispelling the tension the man had left around them. “Well, what do you say we head into the theatre and grab some seats. Previews should be starting soon,” Aragon checked her phone confirming the time.

“Let’s sit in the front,” Kit exclaimed, a familiar excitement returning to her face.

“You’ll get a cramp in your neck, Kit. How about we sit somewhere in the middle,” Jane suggested.

Catherine smiled and pecked Jane’s cheek. “That sounds lovely.”

The two queens led Kitty into the theatre that would be playing their movie. Miraculously, there were three seats directly in the center of the theatre. Claiming the seats, Jane and Catherine sat on both sides of Kitty, knowing how she didn’t like to be seated next to strangers. As the lights dimmed and the previews began to play, Kit rested her head against Jane’s shoulder and held Catherine’s hand in her lap. Without taking her eyes off the giant screen, Kit mumbled, “I love you, Mums.” 

Catherine and Jane shared a smile before returning their attention to the movie screen.

[milomeepit]

Kiss Me- Moxiety (Highschool AU)

Word Count: 2.3k

Ships: Logince, Moxiety, Decani

Content Warnings: Minor blood/injury, violence mention, sex jokes, homophobic classmates

AN: Should I be working on my Big Bang? Yes. Should I be doing homework? Also yes. But I had the idea and it refused to wait 😂 Also, I'm on mobile so 1) no taglist but I'll reblog it later if I remember, and 2) I think I did the read more correctly but if it didn't I'd like to make a formal apology to everyone who gets this spaghetti mess of a oneshot on their dash

Virgil was somewhat used to the feeling that he couldn't breathe. Be it from panic, anger, or other overwhelming emotions, it was a familiar sensation; his lungs squeezed so tight it felt as if his chest would collapse in on itself. But nothing caused such a sweet ache as Patton.

(Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress)

It had been Roman's idea, to begin with. The asshole. He'd teased Virgil endlessly about his flushed cheeks and soft smiles, directed entirely at Roman's best friend. Virgil had vehemently denied all accusations of love, of course.

"Come on, Danger Drone, you can't lie to me!" Roman teased Virgil from his position sprawled across his bed. "You've got it baaad."

Virgil shot a glare at his brother before returning his attention to his laptop. "No way," He scoffed, shifting on his own bed, tucking a small stuffed cat beside the pillow so it wouldn't be squished by his squirming.

Roman rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out before starting to sing, "Who ya think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and he-" He was cut off by a pillow smacking into his face.

Virgil snapped his laptop lid shut and hopped off of his bed, stalking over to Roman and crossing his arms. "I. Do not. Have a thing. For your dorky friend." He hissed.

"You know, you could really take some acting tips from Dad and me," Roman flashed him a toothy grin as he sat up, sitting nose to nose with Virgil.

Virgil scowled. "You're seriously cruising for a bruising, you know that, right?"

"As if. Logan would kick your ass," Roman winked. "He may be your best friend, but he's my boyfriend."

"As if. He'd be too busy lecturing you on provoking violence. And then you two disasters would probably start bickering and end up making out on the kitchen table again."

"Hey, that was one time!"

[[MORE]]

(Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me)

As much as Virgil hated to admit it, Roman was right. He was head over heels for Patton. Who wouldn't be? 

He had such a pleasant way of speaking. Sweet, warm, but not superficial. He was always trying to look after other people, be it upset little kids from the elementary school next door, students freaking out over exams and friendships, teachers carrying things to their car, or lost and distressed animals.

He knew that Patton wasn't always the super sweet, happy, helpful person he seemed. Nobody could be, they wouldn't be human. But Virgil found himself wondering what it would be like to comfort Patton, help him with the little things he was always helping others with. The bubbly boy was always so busy with everyone else, Virgil sometimes worried that he didn't look after himself.

On the plus side, he thought as he trudged to school one morning, Roman was good with that kind of thing. He would nag Virgil to eat, to have his meds, to go to bed if it was too late. It was annoying at times, but he appreciated it. Roman was protective of those he cared about.

Which meant he really should have seen this sort of thing coming.

(Kiss me down by the broken tree house

Swing me, upon its hanging tire

Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map)

"What the fuck happened?!" Virgil gaped at the blood smeared across Logan's face, leaking from beneath the crimson-stained tissues he held to his nose.

"Oh, you know. Charming small town high schoolers," Logan sighed, his voice muffled and nasal, as he gestured to the pencil skirt he was wearing. 

He was in Roman's lap on the cot in the nurses office. Patton was already with them, sitting in a chair he had dragged from across the room, his hands fluttering anxiously as he cleaned up blood from Logan's shirt.

Roman was quiet, his arms wrapped around Logan's waist. "I'm going to beat them into the dirt," He muttered, his eyes glowing with anger.

"That's not necessary, Roman, honestly. I'll just stop wearing feminine clothing to school, it's obvious that was the catalyst here." Logan shook his head.

Virgil perched on the cot next to them. "You shouldn't have to, though. It's hardly your fault that they're a bunch of close-minded assholes."

"Close-minded assholes who should know better than to bully my beloved," Roman growled. 

Virgil glanced at him, noticing his tense shoulders and clenched fists. "Ro, you can't fight everybody who hurts us," He cautioned. "Jock or not, you've got limits like everyone else."

"Well, it isn't like they're going to stop." Logan twisted to face Virgil. "Let's face facts; they'll get in trouble, detention or suspension at worst, and then they'll go right back to it."

Patton pouted. "I wish there was something we could do, though."

The four were silent for a few seconds before Roman lifted his head. "You know," He said slowly, his eyes lighting up, "I might just have an idea of what we could do."

(Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me)

Virgil fiddled with his seatbelt nervously in the backseat of the car. "Are you sure about this?" He asked Roman.

Roman didn't respond for a moment, squinting into a compact mirror as streetlights flashed past, illuminating the interior of the car with yellow light. He snapped it shut, apparently satisfied, and turned to Virgil. "Of course! I'd love to see them try to come after us after tonight."

"You two look great," Pops chirped from the front seat, turning to look at them. His glasses obscured his face in the dim car, but Virgil could make out his wide grin. "You're really gonna knock 'em dead tonight!"

"And if by chance any of these bullies don't make it through the night, I have bleach and a shovel in the garage," Dad added with a smirk, throwing a glance over his shoulder before returning his attention to the road.

Pops smacked his arm lightly. "Dee! You can't fight fire with fire like that!" He chided. "Don't encourage them to murder people."

Dad laughed and winked at Pops. "Oh, lighten up, Em. I'm just kidding."

Pops let out an unconvinced hum before turning back to the boys. "Do you guys have everything you need? Phones, water bottles, snacks?"

"Condoms?" Dad added, earning him another smack. "Hey!" He complained jokingly. "I'm just making sure they stay safe."

"The school is catering for the dance, it's fine, Pops," Virgil laughed. "And we're probably gonna grab dinner on the way home, anyway."

"Alright, alright," Pops smiled, turning back around in his seat. "Make sure you guys stay safe tonight, okay? And if anything happens, call us."

"Yes, Pops," They responded in unison, sharing a fond eyeroll.

(Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me)

Virgil wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when they walked into the dance. Roman was obviously going to get a lot of attention in the long, hip-hugging, vibrant red dress he had picked out. The lacy bottom of the skirt swirled around him as he casually strutted into the room, white heels clicking against the wooden floor. He wondered suddenly if he should have worn heels.

"Roman! Virgil!" He turned to see Patton and Logan, already posted up by the snacks table, Patton waving wildly at them. As they approached, Logan handed them each a cup of soda with a nod.

"You guys look amazing!" Patton gushed, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looked back and forth between the two brothers. "You look really nice in purple, Virge, you should wear it more!"

Virgil felt a blush creeping up his neck as he took a swig of soda. "Uh, thanks," He responded. He hadn't been sure about the floaty violet skirt and silver, off the shoulder bodice when Roman had thrust it at him in the store, but he had to admit it was growing on him. Especially if Patton liked it.

He took a moment to look Patton up and down. Something about the shimmering, wide blue skirt and butterflies dotted across the neckline seemed familiar, but it was hard to focus on when Patton was smiling sweetly up at him, his sparkling blue eyes framed with delicate eyeliner and his cheeks dusted with shimmery highlighter.

"Your dad's really outdone himself with this one!" Roman exclaimed. "Cinderella, right? It looks gorgeous!"

Patton giggled and did a little twirl, the skirt swishing around him as he moved. "Yeah! He's been working on it for a while to sell as a costume piece, but when I told him about the dance, he said I could have it!"

Virgil grinned. Patton's dad was an odd one- a chaotic cryptid with all the self control of a hyperactive monkey- but he certainly knew how to hit an aesthetic. 

Logan reached out to Roman, standing up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "You guys really didn't have to do this, you know," He smiled gently.

"What? And have the world miss out on this view?" Roman spun, the flared base of his skirt brushing against Virgil's ankles, and struck a pose, his hand on his hip.

Logan chuckled. "I suppose you're right. It would be a shame."

"Nothing compared to the potential tragedy of not being able to see you all dressed up," Roman winked, tipping up Logan's chin and pecking him on the lips.

Logan blushed faintly, his hands moving to smooth out his dark blue skirt, the star-like silver dots speckled down the fabric catching the light as he moved. "Thank you."

"Shall we?" Roman offered his arm. 

"This is a dance, after all," Logan slipped his hand into the crook of Roman's arm, and the pair disappeared into the crowd.

(So kiss me)

Virgil leaned back against the wall, swirling his soda idly as he watched couples twirl past, dresses and suits and jewelry shining in the coloured lights.

Parties were... so not his scene, but he supposed it was worth it, between the surprised looks from the brats who'd beaten up Logan, Roman and Logan clearly enjoying themselves on the dance floor, and-

"Heya!" He jumped, turning to see Patton appear next to him. "Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to spook ya," He giggled, and Virgil's heart thudded in his chest.

"It's all good," Virgil responded. "So, uh... I kinda figured you'd be off dancing with your friends. Harley and Brian and all that."

Patton shrugged. "They all paired off for the dance," He explained. "It's okay, though! That means I can hang out with you!"

"Oh," Virgil said dumbly. "Uh, do you... do you wanna dance with me?"

Patton looked up at him with a wide smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

(So kiss me)

He was dreaming. There was no other explanation for this. Patton's arms looped around his neck, chatting happily to Virgil as a slow dance played over the speakers. Dreaming or dead, he repeated as he shifted his hands on Patton's waist.

Roman caught his eye from across the room and winked. Virgil fought the urge to flip him off as Logan laughed.

So what if he liked Patton? It wasn't like this meant anything. They were just dancing together as friends, and that was fine. Virgil would enjoy it while it lasted, and that would be that.

".. rgil? Virgil, are you okay?" He blinked and looked back down to Patton to see a concerned frown on the other boy's face. "You look like you're a million miles away, buddy."

"Oh, uh... just thinking. Don't worry," Virgil blushed. "I'm okay."

"I'd hope so. If I upset you, Roman might revoke his approval," Patton giggled.

"Wait. Approval?" Virgil paused, staring down at Patton in surprise.

Patton blinked, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Well, ah, I thought you- and he said he... is this not a double date?"

Virgil shot a glare at Roman, who flashed him a sweet smile and twirled away gracefully, vanishing into the crowd with Logan once more. "First I've heard of it," He told Patton.

Patton recoiled and took a step back, his face red. "Oh! Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Virge, I- you don't have to-"

Virgil pulled him close again, his own face blazing hot. "I don't- I don't mind," He stammered. "Dancing with you. Or the, the date part."

Patton reached up and, after a moment's hesitation, put his arm around Virgil's neck again. "So... this is okay?"

"Y-yeah," Virgil confirmed. "More than okay."

Their faces were inched apart like this, and Virgil felt his breath catch in his throat as Patton bit his lip, his eyes darting down to his mouth. "Can... can I-"

Virgil didn't wait for him to finish the question before he leaned forward, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. It tasted like caramel lipgloss and cheap soda and cheese puffs and Virgil swore he was fucking floating.

When they broke apart again, Patton's eyes were shining in the pink-yellow-blue-green lights swinging over the dance floor. "Wow," He said, sounding almost as breathless as Virgil felt, and rested his head against Virgil's shoulder.

As they spun across the dance floor, the tulle of Patton's skirt flaring around them, Virgil decided maybe parties weren't so bad after all, as long as he got to bring Patton with him.

... Roman was still dead meat when they got home, though.

(So kiss me)

[sorshania]

Rocking the Trickster

Prompt:

Summary: Gabriel had learned, lifetimes ago, that the quickest, easiest way to weed out over-pompous asses making people’s lives miserable was to work at the most menial, low-ranked jobs possible. He just had to be there, minding his own business, and let the assholes come to him like bees to honey. And this job is no different than the others.

He just need to remember to keep a low profile.

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 2763

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first time taking part of the @gabriel-monthly-challenge and my first SPN fic in about forever!! (Yes, it took this archangel being brought back from the dead...) I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you guys will enjoy it.

Huge thanks and kudos to @chattydm for stabbing having a go at it with the Red Pen of Doom and helping me make it all much better :p

Mention of American Gods plot, I kept it vague on purpose because 1) Gabriel is not aware of it 2) I didn’t to go full AU mode (yet)

Tags:  @archangelsanonymous @lacqueluster @archangel-with-a-shotgun and @revwinchester

AO3 Link or read below :)

Gabriel had learned, lifetimes ago, that the quickest, easiest way to weed out over-pompous asses making people’s lives miserable was to work at the most menial, low-ranked jobs possible. He just had to be there, minding his own business, and let the assholes come to him like bees to honey.

Over the countless years since he left Heaven, he had worked a vast array of such jobs. Camel driver, serf, body-snatcher, lector in a manufactory... He actually liked that one! He got to entertain the factories’ workers, and telling stories was his thing. Plus, he got a high seat. A perfect way to keep an eye on everyone, especially those he decided to target for his “little life lessons”.

Heck! He even drove a truck for PEPSI for a while, delivering one of his favorite drinks all over the US. If his brothers saw what he had become… The mighty Gabriel, a truck delivery driver… Well, to be honest, Lucifer would probably bust a feather laughing.

That was ages ago. He shook his head, smiling a little as he returned his mind to the present. He took the pad the production coordinator handed him, quickly pushing all thoughts of his brothers away. It was a simple job, as they all were. He just had to to be a little more careful than usual to keep a low profile. He was in Iowa, not too far from Ohio, where he did his last job as a janitor for Ohio State. The last thing he needed was over-zealous hunters figuring out he had tricked them and follow through with their plan to kill him. Besides, if he remembered correctly, there was also a hunter congregation point, right in the next state. Another reason not to rock the boat.

 “Gabe…?” He smirked, rather proud of his idea to hide in plain sight. He rarely gave in to the temptation though, preferring made-up names or generic ones. Thankfully, naming their child “Gabriel” was still popular among parents, considering how often he heard it. But the voice calling for his attention was not the voice of his long-lost brother or sister, it was the voice of the one of the musicians he was supposed to be attached to.

Right. Focus on the job: Production Assistant, or PA as they called it, to this budding indie music group. And keep a low profile. Simple. “Sorry for that! I just… spaced out for a moment.” He made sure to sound extra cheerful as he handed the pad back to the producer. The lead guitar just smiled at him but the lead singer scoffed. Great! A Diva! Oh… He was SO on Gabriel’s naughty list.

The music group he was working with wasn’t so bad. He learned that they had become friends in high school, and the lead singer and guitarist were brothers. They kept an easy feeling of camaraderie around them, curbing most of Keith’s, the lead singer, asshole tendencies.

 He did a pretty good job at keeping it under the radar. It wasn’t *his* fault if the strings from Keith’s guitar suddenly snapped off, breaking the instrument’s neck in the process, just as he was about to start his solo. Clearly it was a sign of abuse, despite the singer’s claim and bewilderment. Of course, Gabriel had dashed off, only to come back just as quickly with a suitable replacement. That happened to be bright pink. With My Little Pony stickers all over its body and bright neon pink strings. Gabriel thought it did wonders bringing out the red in the singer’s bloodshot eyes.

Neither was he responsible if, somehow, Keith’s shampoo bottle ended up filled with hair removal product, forcing the man to completely shave the long hair he was so proud of. He kept complaining about it throughout the day and to whoever was willing to listen (or look like they cared), until the drummer told to shove it and keep his breath for singing. Besides, it was well-known that “chicks dig bald head after all”. Gabriel didn’t know if it was because of the “chick” comment or just the fact the usually silent drummer spoke, but Keith finally shut up and the rehearsal finished without any more hitch.

Granted, sending homophobic Keith to a bar hosting one of RuPaul’s Drag Race Main Challenge that specific night, may have been his doing. But heh! They played Classic Rock all the time! And you never mess with the classics. Not to mention that Keith appeared to be quite the connoisseur, judging by how often he commented and complained about his fellow musicians.

(It still didn’t beat the slow-dancing aliens Gabriel willed out of thin air, but this one was in his personal top 5.)

 All in all, the Trickster was quite proud of himself. Knocking the ever-pompous ass down a peg, but subtly, every time he acted out, was kind of fun. Reminded him of the time he took the mantle of “Loki”. Gabriel chuckled, singing softly as he finished cleaning up the record studio.

“I didn’t know you sang.”

Gabriel yelped, nearly dropping his broom. Few people could sneak up on him. He turned around to see Keith’s brother, Joey, standing in the doorway.

“Ah…” Gabriel looked away, a little embarrassed. He didn’t thought the kid had heard him. “I used to… About a few centuries ago…” It wasn’t technically a lie; the last time he truly sang, he was with his brothers in the Silver City. He glanced again at Joey when he heard him make some non-committal sound.

 The kid was an enigma. Gabriel had learned, from the first day he started working with them, that he was Keith’s older brother and that the music group was their dream. Joey mainly worked on the songs and musical arrangements, while Keith, making good use of his outgoing personality and ambition, took care of the fans, dealt with the production people, and made sure to get their names out there. Still, Joey never gave into pride the way Keith did.

He was polite, gracious even, thanking the people hovering around them both and making sure his requests were never obnoxious. That didn’t mean he was a push-over either. One time, when the producer, tired and annoyed that Keith had stormed off of rehearsal for the nth time, suggested Joey took over as lead vocals, the musician had flat out refused. And stood his ground until the producer backed down when he realised it would be foolish to continue pushing the issue.

It wasn’t as if Keith couldn’t sing. The man had talent, there was no denying it. But he was so difficult to work with. Gabriel suspected the only reason people stayed and helped was because they liked Joey more than they hated Keith. Yet, there had been times when Gabriel had caught Keith glancing at this brother, as if looking for his approval.

Still, Gabriel wondered why Joey would reject the producer’s proposal so violently. Joey merely shrugged when he asked him about it and insisted to stay behind that evening to help Gabriel finish his chores. Despite Gabriel’s protests. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t get the work done with a snap of his fingers, after all.

 “He’s not the first to suggest it.” Joey finally answered after a time. “Nor will he be the last… But… see, Keith… He’s made for this. He’s… He can shine under the spotlights like… like I never could. And I’m not jealous! I’m happy to write the songs when he works on getting our names out there. I’m happy to be there for him, so he can shine.” And he just smiled and got back to work.

It sounded like total bullshit, in Gabriel’s opinion. He had never met anyone who wouldn’t enjoy being in the spotlight. Maybe Joey just needed a little incentive���

The next time Keith was being an ass, Gabriel got the opportunity to hit two birds with one stone. It was last day after all, despite the production team not being aware of it yet, and he had always prided himself leaving on a high note. Pun not intended.

 Gabriel made a discreet rippling gesture with the fingers of his right hand. One minute, Keith was yelling and growling and ranting and being a general pain in the butt, and the next, nothing. Just… Silence. Pure. Sweet. Silence. And there was nothing to be done to change the situation.

That threw the production out for a loop. They were in the middle of recording a very important session. It was one of the rare duets sang by the brothers. And this one that had the potential to change everything and getting the group recognized. Gabriel only hoped Joey was ready to go at it, solo. He did feel a little bit guilty when he saw the fear and panic written all over the kid’s face. Best make a quick exit.

 “Gabe? Gabe?! GABRIEL?!!! WAIT!!!”

 Dammit. Joey had managed to catch up just as he was about to step outside. A few more steps and… Gabriel sighed and turned around, unable to resist the fear and worry and hope in the guy’s voice. He knew he should have flown out of there but didn’t want to risk it.

“Gabriel… You have to help…” Joey panted. “You have to sing Keith’s part…”

“Come again?”

“You have to sing. It’s the only way we can get the sing out in time.”

“You’re joking right? Why don’t you do it solo?” Maybe the kid really needed to be pointed the obvious.

But Joey just shook his head. “Can’t… not the right voice… doesn’t carry well… would ruin the song… But, yours… Yours could work… Just…”

“Joey, that’s ridi- “

“Listen, if you don’t want to do it, it’s fine… But -”

“Gabe is right… You have to sing.” A raspy voice, barely above a whisper interrupted them.

 They turned around to see Keith standing beside them. Gabriel could have hit himself. He truly was getting old. And he couldn’t just zap out there, he was really committed to see this through as low-profile as he could.

“You know it won’t work! It’s a duet! It needs to be sung by two people!” Joey protested, getting angry. “My voice is way too clear and high for your parts! I’ll end up sounding like a bad mash up of Alvin and Chipmunks, with a head-cold!!!”

“Then, we forget this, we wait for another opportunity and use this to work on new material.”

 The brothers stared at each other. Meanwhile, Gabriel couldn’t believe what was happening. Aside for the Alvin thingie part, that he could. Joey’s voice had reached a surprising high note in his distress. No, what surprised him was that Keith, Pompous-Asshole-Keith, was calmly trying to calm his brother down. Keith who was not even furious at the step back his nearly muteness was causing but who was in fact trying to find a solution. Gabriel was truly confused. Either this session must mean a lot more to them than he first thought, or he accidentally causes Opposite Day.

A heavy hand landing on his shoulder brought him back to the situation at hand. “Can you sing my part?”

Gabriel looked up to see Keith staring at him. The brothers appeared to have reach some kind of agreement while he was busy puzzling over what was happening. “Look… I know I’ve been an ass… and I have no right to ask you this.” Keith was saying. “But, it’ll help us greatly if you helped us out.”

“You… You can’t be serious.”

“Joey says you’re good. And that’s good enough for me.” By now, Keith was nearly growling, his voice giving out.

Gabriel scoffed, looking at each brother in turn.

The naked hope in their eyes tugged at something he buried a long time ago. “But I can’t play!” It was a cop-out, one last desperate attempt to get out.

And a poor one. Keith gave a lopsided small smile, as if he knew it. “I think I can help with that…”

Gabriel sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

Bloody Hell.

The recording session was surprisingly easy. It took only one rehearsal to see how everyone worked together before they started recording. Gabriel’s presence raised a few eyebrows, but the Joey/Keith tandem quickly shut everyone up. It was impressive to see how efficiently they worked together. The other musicians just shrugged, happy a solution had been found. And Gabriel really got lost in the experience. It was surprising how easy and familiar it was to just be a part of something once again.

When the producer called out “And… it’s a wrap!” and everyone just… jumped around, nearly bursting with joy. Gabriel just stood there, unable to move, feeling the pats on his back and shoulders, the one-arm hugs. He was staring at the brothers, hugging and thumping each other’s back. They let go and just… stared at each other, before the rhythmic guitar player sauntered over, saying something that made Keith roar with laughter. Or he would have, if he still had a voice.

Gabriel was suddenly hit by a wave of homesickness. It was too much to take in. Too hard to breathe. He didn’t think.

 He flew away, landing a few cities away, to try and get his bearings and calm the sudden hammering of his Grace. He usually managed to keep it at peace by entertaining himself with mortal ladies (and some goddesses), but… Nothing could have prepared him for the impact the sheer force of the tangled emotions he just witnessed, and caused.

“Well… You are not the one I had expected to find here.”

The voice came from behind him and Gabriel turned around to see a man emerged from the shadows. He was adjusting the cuffs of his tailored purple silk suit, his face hidden by the shadow cast by his hat.

“Hello Anansi.” Gabriel shoved his hands his pockets, mimicking the other’s relaxed pose. "Fancy meeting you here."

The cordial tone was a trick and they both knew it as they kept a respectful (and prudent) distance from one another.

 Gabriel’s eyes narrowed as he watched the African Trickster, half-wondering if he may or may not have been responsible for the sudden change of situation at the recording studio. Distances meant nothing for supernatural beings, and Anansi was known to work from afar. “I thought we both agreed to stay within our territories.” He said after a time. “Are you making a move?”

“Not at all.” Anansi said a little too smoothly, raising a hand, as if to indicate his peaceful intentions, his voice was singing, soothing, a mix of both Caribbean and African accents. “I am merely on my way to the House of Rock, to meet with the All-Father. Surely, you must be aware of this.” 

Gabriel frowned slightly. No, he didn't know the Old Gods were meeting. Truth be told, he wasn’t really close to his alleged fellows, not wanting to risk the off-chance of revealing his true nature. This had caused Odin to make numerous complains, and thin-veiled insults, about his lack of “investment in their plight.” Not that Gabriel really cared. “I have been travelling a lot lately.” He shrugged. “Perhaps my invitation got lost in the mail.”

“Perhaps…” Anansi said though he did not push the issue.

 Gabriel was the first to break the ensuing silence. “In any case, I shall let you be on your way.” He stepped aside to let the man pass. “While we both know Odin loves his theatrics, I won’t begrudge you your grand entrance.”

“Indeed.” Anansi tipped his hat as thanks, to which Gabriel responded with a nod.

 They kept an eye on each other as the African Trickster walked past him. Just in case.

“By the way, Loki,” Anansi said, his back now to Gabriel, judging he was at a safe enough distance, “I have heard stories.”

“What kind of stories?”

“Stories of wars. Stories of hurt. Stories of betrayal. Stories of brother fighting brother. Of friend turning against friend.” He turned around to look over his shoulder. His eyes were dark and unreadable, and Gabriel wondered one more time how much he knew. And if it was a threat he needed to take care of. “You might want to be careful not to get caught in the crossfire.” He said evenly.

“I will. Thank you for the warning.”

Anansi nodded and disappeared, leaving the former archangel in the dark street, wondering about what was about to come next.

THE END

[trashmouthrichietozier]

Richie overhears his parents homophobic comments, so the internalized homophobia grows strong inside him until the Losers have enough of his negativity and confront him that its not wrong to be gay - make this Reddie!

Moving this over to my AO3

Trigger Warning: Homophobia and Anti-LGBT slurs

Richie sat by himself at the kitchen table. It was a lazy Saturday morning and he had 4 big waffles stacked on an old china plate with butter and Derry’s Homemade Strawberry Syrup that Bill had recommended to him.

He remembered walking up to the syrup stand at Derry’s biggest summer festival. Bill and Eddie were sitting on a nearby curb talking and the rest of the gang was nowhere in sight. Richie hit on the elderly women selling the syrup and somehow managed to snag a jar before heading back over to the curb. 

“H-h-h-hey, you-u-u actual-ly-ly got it.”“Scored it from the old lady the with the gray hair,” Richie replied, taking the lid off the jar to sniff the contents.“You know that wasn’t approved by the FDA right? Like that could have anything in it and you wouldn’t know. Could be poison for all we know. We don’t know what that lady was doing when she made that,” Eddie looked up at the boy with coke-bottle glasses before standing up and joining him. “I didn’t know the FDA had to check the ingredients of your mom’s period blood,” Richie said. He pretended to pour the red liquid onto the shorter boy.Eddie tried to punch him before realizing that his arm was still healing. “You’re lucky I didn’t break my dominant arm or you’d be toast.”Richie closed the jar and pulled Eddie into a half hug, careful not to touch the still bruised arm. “I am lucky, Eddie spaghetti, that I have a nice chap such as yourself to accompany me on this fine summer’s eve.”Eddie turned pink, before pulling away from the taller boy. “I hate that name! I don’t even like spaghetti!”Richie’s memory was interrupted by his mother walking through the front door and into the kitchen. Great.“Richard, what did I say about using the nice china grandma gave us! You don’t know how to listen, do you?” she yelled, snatching his plate and pouring the waffles covered in syrup into the trash. Richie’s heart sank watching his food go to waste. There wasn’t much left in the house and that was last of the breakfast food they had. “Sorry mom.”His mom ignored his apology and started washing the dishes in the old, rusted sink. “I was talking to Mrs. Norton from across the street. She told me that she saw you playing outside with Kaspbrak’s son. She said she thought you were a girl.”Richie chuckled at the thought. Eddie would get a kick out of that.Richie’s mother turned around, pointing at him with a sponge in hand,“It’s not funny, Richard. We need to get your haircut. I don’t want people thinking my son is a tranny.”“What’s a tranny?” Richie had a colorful vocabulary; it wasn’t often when he didn’t know what a slang word meant. “It’s a fag that dresses like a girl,” his mother replied, “It’s bad enough that you’re playing with that Edward boy. The town’s been saying he’s been a fag since before he started class with you in first grade.”People think Eddie is queer? And Mrs. Norton thinks I’m a tranny? What? “It’s not right, Richard, it’s disgusting. I hope you understand that when you hang out with your friend. Being a fag is the worst sin you could commit in this world. I see what you two do when you play in the yard. Wrestling and all that nonsense; I don’t want you touching that kid anymore. We’ll get you a haircut on Monday.”Richie’s dad called for his mom. She threw the sponge down and left the room leaving Richie at the kitchen table, stomach growling without breakfast. Little did she know, her son’s eyes were filling with tears.****“Richie, where the hell have you been?” Eddie asked as the tall boy approached them at the barrens. Even after defeating the stupid fucking clown, they still hung out there. It almost felt more comfortable after they found out the ancient monster nested nearby. It felt like home, especially for Bill.“What’s it to ya?” Richie snapped, passing by him without another thought. Eddie looked stung. “We-e-e were just-t get-getting ready to-o pl-ay-ay…” Bill started.“Hide and Seek,” Stan finished for him, “Geeze, Bill, it’s real bad today isn’t it?”“Give him a break, we’ve been out here for awhile,” Bev said, defending Bill.“Yeah, we have. Where were ya, Rich? We thought maybe you were sick or something,” Mike said, standing up from the boulder he had been resting on.“I was busy. My mom was bitching as usual,” Richie tried to be nonchalant but his anger over his conversation at breakfast still tormented him. “Well were we just picking teams. It’s Ben’s turn to find us. Bill and I are on a team. So are Mike and Bev. Eddie waited til you got here so that you guys can be together,” Stan said.Eddie walked towards Richie to stand by his side. Richie shifted away. “Great,” he said under his breath. Eddie was the only one that heard him. He looked down at his sandals, wondering what the hell he did to deserve the shit that Richie was serving him. Ben ran over to a tree, “I’m counting to 100…. starting… NOW!”The Loser’s club ran off into all directions. Bill and Stan ran towards the open field to find some boulders to hide behind. Bev pulled Mike toward the water, trying to plan a way to hide under the water without needing to come up for breath. Eddie and Richie headed for the woods. They all agreed not to hide in the sewers anymore. “What are you thinking?” Eddie asked, breaking the awkward silence among the two. It was never like this. “Maybe we could climb up a tree?” Richie wasn’t into it. “You know how I feel about trees. They are probably littered with bird shit. Maybe bat shit too since we’re closer to the caves. There’s also those insects that…” “Eddie, would you stop being such a fucking tranny,” Richie yelled at him. “What? What the fuck is a tranny?” Eddie asked, confused at the random outburst.“It’s a fag that dresses and acts like a girl. You act like a girl all the time. I’m sick of it. You probably wanna blow that leper that kept offering his dick to you.” Richie regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, especially that last sentence. He watched Eddie’s eyes widen.Eddie thought back to the leper. I’ll blow ya for a dime. Come on, Eddie, it’ll be nice. Hell, if ya come here I may even blow ya for free.

It was the most horrifying moment of his life and it took a lot of trust to tell Richie what had been said to him that day on Neibolt Street. And now he’s making fun of him for it.

Richie noticed that Eddie started shaking and tried reaching for his shoulder. Eddie turned and ran away before Richie could watch him cry.

“Eddie, wait up. I’m sorry!” Richie called after him, his heart in his throat.

Richie chased after him, back to where their friends were starting to congregate. Apparently Ben hadn’t even thought to look in the woods.

Richie thought about all of the times he and Eddie played in the yard at his house. They would lie on their backs in the tall grass under a large birch tree. They would keep count of all of the birds that landed in the tree before they flew off into the summer afternoon. Richie would turn his head to face Eddie’s while Eddie pointed up at another bird.

He would use those moments to steal long glances at his best friend. He’d take note of the small, peppered freckles on Eddie’s smooth cheeks and the light in his bright, brown eyes. He would study how his brown hair moved with the breeze; he studied that harder than any test he would study for in school.

Richie would watch how Eddie’s wet lips pursed after counting the fifth bird in three minutes. He could always smell the Blistex lip balm smeared across Eddie’s lips when they lay beside each other. It somehow became one of his most favorite scents in the world.

Richie cherished those moments. Hell, he cherished every moment with Eddie. He has been his best friend for six years and he never wanted anything to change that. If anything, he wanted more.

And that was the problem.

Richie caught up to the rest of The Loser’s club. Eddie was already there, standing behind everyone and honestly trying to hide from Richie. Richie felt like he deserved it.

“Wha-what the fuck-k happ-ppened back th-there?” Bill asked.

Clearly everyone knew Eddie was upset, even if Eddie tried to ignore everyone and hide it.

“Nothing Bill, leave it alone,” Eddie said, his voice cracking a little.

“Dude, you’re crying. Did you guys see something…?” Ben asked, “I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Eddie was about to say something, but Richie cut him off.

“I called Eddie a tranny for not wanting to hide in a tree with me…” Richie said, looking down at his shoes. His anger from his mother earlier turned into dread after seeing Eddie so hurt from his words. He really knew how to fuck things up didn’t he?

“Why?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know… I..” Richie thought about telling everyone to forget about it and he could try to cheer Eddie up but he thought better of it. He hurt Eddie and he needed to explain himself.

“My mom said that my neighbors think Eddie and I are gay.”

“What?” Eddie came out from hiding behind the rest of the losers. His face turned red.

“She said I looked like a girl and she told me that when me and Eddie hang out it’s disgusting and that he’s going to make me gay and I don’t know it pissed me off…” Richie admitted. It really sucked to announce this to all of his friends. He would rather face the dead lights at this point.

“Richie, your mom is insane. She’s wrong,” Bev said. She always tried to calm everyone down when things got heated like this.

The rest of the group was about to agree when Richie bursts out, “But she’s not.”

Eddie looked up at Richie, his eyes wide with shock.

“She’s not wrong because I am queer. It’s not Eddie’s fault either. I’m the one that likes him. It’s my fault because I’m gross and I’m going to hell. Everyone fuck off!”

And with that, it was Richie’s turn to run off.

He ran until he could feel his lungs giving out. He felt the veins in his head pump blood and it gave him the worse headache of his life. His legs felt like jelly by the time he made it to an ally in a neighborhood just outside the barrens.

He lay in the dirt while trying to calm his heart rate. Welp, I guess he’s out of the Loser’s Club. I bet they were all talking about how disgusted they were with him at this very moment.

He thought about the red bridge where the gang would hang out. The bridge was chipped and carved with hundreds of gay slurs, most likely written by Henry and his gang of ass munchers. He remembers some of the losers laughing at the particularly funny names such as “butt buddies” and “fairies”. Richie would sometimes join in on the laughter. Eddie normally remained silent.

Suddenly, Richie heard the younger boy hyperventilating in the distance. He sat up.

Holy shit, Eds chased after him. But how? with his asthma?

Richie saw Eddie slowly begin to collapse when he saw him. Shit.

Richie got up and ran over to him. Before Richie could say anything, Eddie panted, “Inhaler… I forgot… it.”

Richie pulled an inhaler from his pocket and sat down and pulled Eddie into his lap. He pushed the inhaler to the younger boys lips until they wrapped around the mouthpiece. Richie pushed the button and Eddie shook in his lap, trying his best to inhale the medicine.

They sat like that for a while until Eddie visibly began to calm down.

Finally, Eddie spoke first.

“You had my inhaler?”

“I always bring your spare one with me, just in case.”

“That’s good. I still think they’re gazebos…”

Richie laughed, “Gazebos or not, they just saved your ass.”

“No, you did.”

“Did what?”

“Saved my ass, you dipshit.”

“Oh,” Richie looked away.

“Your mom’s wrong.”

“Eddie, I already told you…”

Eddie, turned in his laps and faced him “-No listen you idiot. Your mom is wrong about it being disgusting. It’s not.”

“But I thought the leper…”

“–The leper is stupid, okay? It took me a long time to realize it but it’s true. Being queer doesn’t make you look like him.”

“What made you realize that?”

“The leper was fucking scary, but somewhere between me breaking my arm and killing the fucking clown I realized that…” Eddie paused.

Richie looked at him, “Go on.”

“That how could liking someone as amazing and beautiful as you make me into a monster like that? It’s impossible. It’s statistically unlikely. Did you know that people carry—“

Richie put a hand over Eddie’s mouth, “Wait… you like me too?” Richie’s stomach was somewhere on the ground.

Eddie pushed Richie’s hand away and hid in his hands, “Yeah, since like the first day I met you. Oh god, I’m admitting too much aren’t I?”

Richie smiled down at him, “No, I, I like it. I liked you too, I mean, since the first day we met. And I like you now, obviously.”

“Is that why you snapped my arm back into place?”

“Nah, I just wanted to see if I could really be a doctor.”

“You fuckwad! That hurt!”

“Hey, it’s less black and blue now isn’t it?”

“Shut up, asshole.”

Richie laughed and pulled Eddie in for a hug. Eddie wrapped his arms around the taller boy. They sat like that on the ground for a long time, Eddie cradled in his lap, his face resting in the crook of Richie’s neck.

Eventually, Eddie heard Richie sniffle. He looked up to see his eyes puffed up with tears.

“Richie?”

“I don’t want this to go away. My mom would ban me from ever seeing you again if she saw this.”

Eddie stood them both up, shaking the dirt off both of them and quickly sanitizing his hands before reaching his arms up and putting his hands on Richie’s cheeks.

“I won’t ever let this go away. I like you, trashy mouth and all, Trashmouth.”

Richie pushed Eddie’s hands off his cheeks and grabbed Eddie’s face with his own hands and pulled him in for a kiss, eyes closed and terrified.

Eddie immediately kissed him back, mouth wanting to open more but he was scared. Richie pushed their lips together harder before pulling back quickly. They stared at each other in silence, both faces redder then the sunset starting behind the ally.

“Sleepover at my house tonight,” Eddie says finally.

“What do I say to my mom?” Richie asks, touching his lips. They were still tingling from the kiss.

“Anything. I want you with me tonight,” Eddie said. 

“Okay,” Richie smiled and pulled the smaller boy into a hug, “What about the gang?”

“They love you dude, they’re happy that we’re happy. Stan literally screamed ‘GO TO HIM’ before I chased after you like it was some romance movie.”

That made Richie laugh, “Does that make me the girl?”

Eddie grabbed his hand and pulled them into the direction of his house, “No, it makes you, you.”

End

Note: Sorry anon, I might not have fulfilled your entire prompt… I got carried away. Thank you for submitting! I love writing so my ask will stay open for awhile if anyone else has prompts!