#oh god it's gender identity crisis time

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just found out you can have No Pronouns . woahg.....

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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁  ! ⺌ . ⸺  NPE! 

PART ONE! | Volume I

Synopsis; "So, you’re an alien, huh?" Yeah, sure, maybe you’re a little... different. But honestly, who isn’t? The earthlings think you’re weird? Nope. It’s just that they’re a bunch of clueless humans, totally missing the point. You, on the other hand, have a higher calling. A mission to discover the meaning of life—you know, the whole ‘why am I here, and what am I supposed to be doing’ thing. Simple, right?

Except, uh... there’s a small hiccup. You don’t even know what species you are, because someone forgot to leave the alien instruction manual. Oops. So, while you’re out there doing some random side gig (you know, the one that might help you find out more about your roots and, oh yeah, pay the rent), you accidentally get tangled up in the lives of two earthlings.

Of course, you swear to protect them because, well, you kind of owe them. Maybe. Or maybe not. Who’s to say? Either way, your purpose might get a little... distracted. But hey, priorities, right?

Pairing ── Dan Da Dan x Alien! Fem/Neutral? Reader.

Content. MDNI ── Manga Spoilers, Violence/Death, Blood, Invasion of Privacy, Invasion of Mind, Abduction, Kidnapping, Angst, Murder, Disturbing Content, Corruption, Isolation,Paranoia, Manipulation, Unintended Time Travel Mishaps, Alien Romance Tropes, Sudden Existential Crises, Unexplained Tentacle Appearances, Turbo Granny's Sass, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Gravity-Defying Physics, Psychic Overload, Ambiguous Yōkai Allegiances, Excessive Hair-Related Powers, Sudden Dance Battles in Crisis, Outdated Alien Fashion Choices, Malfunctioning Spacecraft Humor, Intense Staring Contests, Time-Dilated Cliffhangers, Overwhelming Amounts of Sparkles, Overwhelming Amounts of Sparkles, Polyamory, LGBTQ+ Content, ¿Gender-fluid or Non-binary Character? (Not with respect to pronouns, but to their genitals xd), Unconventional Relationship Dynamics, Consent Issues in Alien Interactions, Mind-altering Love Spells, Extreme Jealousy, Existential Dilemmas on Love and Identity, Mind-Controlling Aliens.

A/N ── English is not my first language—Spanish— Oh my god, how did this happen 😱 sorry to everyone (@flwes & @redberrysstuff) who saw the incomplete story, I feel SO embarrassed. Ugh, I swear, autocorrect and my clumsiness are going to kill me one of these days. :"(( But seriously, I promise the full version is coming, just give me a second to fix it.

"Idiot! Moron! Squid! Tuna!" Momo Ayase shouted from the ground, her face flushed with rage as she watched her now ex-boyfriend walk away with that annoying mix of guilt and annoyance in his eyes. "Never call me again!"

"Momo? Are you okay? Or should I sign up for the next round of sea insults?" asked a familiar voice behind her.

Momo turned around, still frowning, but the sight disarmed her a bit. There was Y/n Seigai, with that carefree energy that always seemed straight out of a movie. She wore a short plaid skirt and a white blouse that highlighted her figure, complemented by long socks and platform shoes with a puma print that screamed confidence. Her makeup was simple yet striking, enough to make anyone turn to look at her. And, as always, she had something in her hand: this time, a frozen yogurt popsicle that she licked absently as if nothing in the world could disturb her calm.

"Late again, huh?" Momo huffed, crossing her arms and standing up, her gaze as severe as a frustrated mother.

"What? Was that a 'thank you for coming to the rescue, Y/n'? Because if so, your tone needs a little work," Y/n replied with a cheeky smile, making an exaggerated gesture to offer her a lick of her popsicle. "Want some? Frozen yogurt cures broken hearts. It's science."

"I don't want your stupid popsicle, idiot! And stop changing the subject! You're late to school again! Do you know how many times I've been asked why you can't arrive on time? I feel like your babysitter!"

Y/n theatrically sighed, placing a hand on her chest as if Momo had wounded her pride. "Oh, Momo. Always so responsible, so punctual... except when you decide to sleep in on Mondays. Remember last Monday? Because I do; you were running out with a toast in your mouth."

Momo opened her mouth to retort but quickly shut it, blushing a little. "That was different! And don’t change the subject!"

"Okay, okay, sorry, mom," Y/n said with a mischievous smile, raising her hands in a sign of surrender. "But in my defense, it's not my fault that the coffee at that corner is so good it makes me lose track of time."

"You have a watch on your wrist, Y/n! And a phone with alarms! ALARMS!"

"Well, my alarms and I have a complicated relationship..." Y/n murmured as she took another lick of the popsicle.

Momo couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh, although her lips curled slightly into a smile. That was the dynamic with Y/n: serious and responsible when necessary but with enough chaotic moments to drive her crazy. And even though sometimes she wanted to give her a good lecture, she couldn't deny that Y/n always knew how to lift her spirits, even on days like today.

"Come on, Momo. Let's get to class. I promise we'll make it before the bell rings... probably," Y/n said, offering her the popsicle as a peace gesture.

"Probably isn’t good enough! And I don’t want your silly popsicle," Momo shot back, but she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as they started walking together.

As they crossed the school gates, Momo and Y/n couldn’t help but draw attention. They were, without a doubt, a striking pair: Momo, with her natural charisma and perfectly polished gyaru style, walked with purpose while continuing to rant about her now ex-boyfriend; Y/n, on the other hand, exuded a magnetic nonchalance, her skirt swaying with each step and a yogurt popsicle still in her hand, as if school were just another runway in her day.

"And then he has the nerve to say I’m playing hard to get! Can you believe it?" Momo gestured dramatically, as if still arguing with her ex.

"Mm-hmm," Y/n murmured, not stopping her slow lick of the popsicle. "Sounds like someone needs a 'How Not to Be an Idiot' manual. Should I mail him one?"

"Not even that! He’d probably lose it, like he loses all common sense," Momo shot back, rolling her eyes.

As they made their way down the hallway, students stepped aside to let them pass—some admiring their style, others whispering comments among themselves. Momo was so engrossed in her complaints she barely noticed the stares. Y/n, however, threw the occasional wink or offered a carefree smile, as if she were used to being the center of attention.

"Can you stop flirting with the entire hallway? I’m having a crisis here!" Momo snapped, giving her a light nudge.

"Flirting? I’m just being friendly. But if you want all my attention, Momo, you only have to ask," Y/n replied with a mischievous grin.

"God, you’re unbearable!"

Finally, they reached their classroom, where their other two friends, Miko and Muko, were waiting.

Miko was seated by the window, her small bow perfectly in place and her uniform impeccable, though always with her personal touch. Her beige sweater and loosely tied ribbon gave her a relaxed vibe, but her bright smile showed she was ready for a day full of energy.

Muko, in contrast, was impossible to ignore. Her tan skin stood out against her blonde hair styled into pigtails, and the manba makeup she wore proudly added a bold edge to her look. Her uniform followed the same pattern as the other girls', but on her, everything seemed a bit more daring—from the slightly oversized sweater to the way her loose socks fell perfectly over her sandals.

"Wow! Took you long enough," Miko said with a smile as she saw them walk in. "I thought you’d actually be on time today."

"Tell that to Miss 'Coffee is More Important Than Punctuality,'" Momo replied, giving Y/n an accusatory look.

"Me? I arrived just in time to make this spectacular entrance," Y/n said, spinning dramatically before flopping into her seat.

"Jealous, Miko?" Muko chimed in as she adjusted one of her pigtails. "They walk in, and the whole hallway stares. People only look at us when Miko shouts something ridiculous."

"Hey! That was one time," Miko retorted, crossing her arms with feigned indignation.

Momo let out a sigh, but a smile began to form on her lips. Being with them was always like this: chaotic, fun, and somehow reassuring.

"Alright, girls, now that we’re all here, I need advice. How do you get over an idiot who just wants you to pay for everything and only cares about sleeping with you?"

"Easy," Y/n said, raising her popsicle as if it were a trophy. "You get over him by being yourself: brighter, more fabulous, and completely out of his league. Like always, Momo."

"Amen," added Muko, lifting her phone for a quick selfie with Miko, who automatically struck a pose.

Momo rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing. Yes, her group was a mess in its own way, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

"Okay, seriously, what happened? Why are you so upset? We know it’s not because of Y/n, because when you’re mad at her, you yell louder than a megaphone," Miko said, raising an eyebrow with that teasing attitude she always had when she wanted to get under Momo’s skin.

Momo let out a heavy sigh and flopped onto the desk. "Nothing... that idiot dumped me, and then I started insulting him... using fish names."

Y/n, who was lounging back in her chair with her feet on the desk as if she were at home, couldn’t hold back a laugh. "Fish names. Like ‘Tuna’ and ‘Squid’. Because I’m sure that hurt his feelings a lot. Wow, Momo, terrifying. Do you really think that’s going to change his mind?"

"Ha, I’m dying," Muko said, testing a bit of her makeup while laughing. "Fish names aren’t insults, Momo. What were you expecting, ‘Shark’ or ‘Piranha’? Now those might be scary!"

Momo frowned, looking at her friends as if they were aliens. "You’re supposed to comfort me! He was my first boyfriend! My first, girls!" Momo waved her hands dramatically, as if she had lost something truly valuable.

Muko looked at her with a mix of sympathy and exasperation. "We told you to forget about him, Momo. It was obvious he wasn’t worth it."

Y/n nodded with mock seriousness, though her eyes still sparkled with amusement. "Yeah, can you remind me what was supposed to be so great about him? Was it the guy who always wore shirts two sizes too small? Or was it his talent for making you feel bad every time you talked about your dreams?"

"It’s just... he looked like Ken Takakura," Momo replied, as if it were an irrefutable justification, throwing her hands up as if there were nothing more to say.

The three friends sighed in unison, a sound so synchronized it could have been rehearsed.

"There she goes again..." Muko muttered, shaking her head and placing a hand on her forehead in a dramatic pose.

"Ugh, here we go," Miko said, glancing at Y/n and raising an eyebrow. "The story of the guy who ‘looked like’ Ken Takakura. Momo, are you sure you don’t have a poster of him at home?"

"She doesn’t just have a poster, let me tell you," Y/n said, remembering the time she stayed over at Momo’s house while her grandmother was away for a few days.

Y/n, who had just finished her popsicle and was now grinning mockingly at the others, tossed the stick out the window with perfect precision. "Here we go with your nonsense again, Momo. First it was ‘Ken Takakura,’ then it’ll be ‘Tom Cruise,’ and next you’ll tell me you fell for some guy who looks like an anime character. Stop idealizing guys, seriously."

Momo shot her a glare. "It’s not the same, Y/n! Ken Takakura is an icon, a real man!"

"Yeah, a movie man probably under contract with boredom, because guys like him don’t exist in real life," Y/n said, striking a dramatic pose as she crossed her arms.

Momo shrugged. "I don’t know what it is about him… but there’s something, I swear."

"What he has is that he’s in movies, not real life," Miko replied with a somewhat philosophical tone, as if she’d just imparted a profound truth about reality.

"So what, huh!? I like tough guys, like Ken Takakura!" Momo shouted, raising her hand as if she’d just made a worldwide announcement about her love for cinematic men.

Miko and Muko exchanged glances and, with almost perfect synchronization, replied, "Momo, we’ve got a surprise for you… those men are extinct."

Momo immediately dropped her head, as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her. Her shoulders slumped, and her smile vanished in an instant. "What? Extinct? That can’t be true!" she muttered, as if she’d just taken a direct hit to the heart.

"Sorry, Momo," Miko said with a mischievous smile. "Men like that don’t exist anymore. All we’ve got now are guys in sweatpants with cat wallpapers on their phones."

Momo let out a deep sigh, an exaggerated expression of sorrow crossing her face. "So what?! What am I supposed to do with my life? Settle for guys who don’t even know what a good hairstyle is?!"

With the theatrics worthy of a telenovela star, Momo stood from her seat, leaving the others watching as she exited the classroom as if she’d just lost the most important battle of her life.

"Did what we said hurt her feelings?" Miko asked, a faint smile on her face, though she already knew the answer.

"No," Y/n replied, standing up without looking back, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and concern. "It hurt because it’s true."

Momo, on the verge of stepping into the hallway, didn’t notice Y/n following her. As Y/n caught up, she saw Momo walking with slumped shoulders, as if she were on a farewell mission for her love life.

Y/n walked up to her side and, with a playful smile, nudged her shoulder lightly. "Come on, Momo, don’t be like that. There are still guys out there who aren’t complete disasters."

Momo gave her a sad look. "I don’t know, Y/n. Maybe tough guys are just a fantasy. Like Ken Takakura. A legend of the past!"

"Well, if you ask me, the real tough guy is standing right here!" Y/n said, pointing a thumb at herself with a cheeky grin. "Forgot about us? We’re the tough ones now."

Momo glanced at her sideways, a flicker of humor returning to her eyes. "The problem is I don’t have time for girls who make bad jokes."

Y/n followed her, chuckling softly. "I’m the best company you could ask for, and I’ll prove it!"

The two walked down the hallway, leaving the classroom behind, Momo still a little down but starting to relax, with Y/n beside her as always—joking, stylish, and promising that there was always something better than a movie fantasy.

"Let’s go, Momo," Y/n said with a sly smile. "Tough guys may not exist anymore, but we’re unstoppable!"

Momo couldn’t help but smile, even if just a little. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad after all.

As Momo and Y/n passed by the nearest classroom, they couldn’t help but notice a group of boys throwing paper balls at a smaller, scrawnier boy with a hairstyle clearly modeled after Nobita from Doraemon.

Momo frowned immediately, spotting the bullying behavior. Y/n tensed beside her. Both of them hated bullies, and they weren’t about to stand by and do nothing.

One of the boys, grinning stupidly, picked up a paper ball and said loudly, "Stick a magnet in it! That’s gotta hurt!"

As he prepared to throw it, now with a magnet inside, a shadow loomed over him. Turning around, he found Momo sitting in front of him, her expression unimpressed. Behind him, Y/n stood with her arms crossed, her gaze so intense it could’ve melted anything in its path.

"Hey," Momo asked, looking at the boy with a mix of curiosity and disapproval. "What are you reading?"

"Uh… this…" the boy stammered, glancing nervously between the bullies and the girls.

The boys throwing the paper balls didn’t seem to realize what was happening. They turned back to their antics, ignoring the two girls who weren’t about to stay quiet.

Momo quickly stood up, shooting the bullies one last look. "What a bunch of idiots," she said, rolling her eyes. "It’s like this world is full of losers."

Y/n sighed, observing the chaos with a smile that hid something deeper. She was about to leave with Momo until her eyes caught the title of the magazine the boy was reading.

"The Occult," she read aloud, raising an intrigued eyebrow and smiling faintly. "Interesting…" she murmured before stepping toward Momo, leaving the minor chaos of the classroom behind.

"Come on, Momo," Y/n teased as she walked alongside her. "You look like you just had to pay taxes or something. Relax."

"You’d feel the same way if you were surrounded by idiots!" Momo snapped, crossing her arms indignantly.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice thundered behind them:

"MOMO AYASE! Y/N SEIGAI!"

"Huh? Now what?" Momo said, turning around with a frown.

It was the nerd from earlier. He was running toward them with all his might, gasping for breath as if he’d just escaped a marathon. When he reached them, he stopped so abruptly he almost fell over.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE!" he shouted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"What?" Y/n asked, visibly confused, glancing at Momo with a raised eyebrow.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE!" he repeated, louder this time, with an oddly intense conviction. "That’s the only reason someone like you would talk to someone like me!"

Momo blinked slowly and then let out an exaggerated sigh. "You’ve already said that. Can you switch up your dialogue? You sound like a broken record."

Y/n put a hand to her face, muttering, "Have you lost your mind? Where did you even get that crazy idea?"

The boy looked at them with desperate eyes, as if he was about to reveal some cosmic secret. "I’m talking about this!" he exclaimed, pulling something out as if presenting irrefutable proof.

Both girls tilted their heads simultaneously, trying to figure out what he was holding.

"Is that... a magazine?" Momo asked, squinting.

"Yes! A limited edition of The Occult! I know you’re into this because I saw how you looked at it earlier! President Obama has already been to Mars! This is the full story of the Pegasus Project! You’re into the paranormal!"

Momo closed her eyes and ran a hand over her forehead, clearly trying to summon some patience. "Look, genius, we’re not planning to be your best friends or start a paranormal book club with you. We don’t believe in UFOs or aliens."

"They’re not UFOs, they’re UAPs! Unidentified Aerial Phenomena!" the boy yelled enthusiastically, holding up the magazine like it was some sacred manifesto.

He began talking again, with a passion that seemed endless. Y/n listened with a half-smile, entertained by the chaos he brought with him. But soon, she felt Momo’s hand squeeze hers—a clear sign: Momo was about to lose her temper.

And then, she exploded.

"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?! MY HEART’S BEEN BROKEN, AND I’M NOT IN THE MOOD! AND YOU’RE SO ANNOYING WITH YOUR NERD STORIES THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT, OKAY?! THAT’S WHY YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS!"

The boy froze, his mouth open and his eyes wide like saucers. Even Y/n, who was used to Momo’s outbursts, raised an eyebrow. "Ouch. Low blow," she murmured, mostly to herself.

Still fuming like a volcano, Momo pointed at the boy. "Don’t even think about talking to us again! Let’s go, Y/n!"

But Y/n didn’t move. She looked at the boy with some pity, her eyes softening. She stepped toward him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey... she didn’t mean it, okay? She’s upset because she had a bad day. Don’t take it to heart," she said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

Momo stopped and turned around, clearly picking up on Y/n’s accusatory tone even though she hadn’t said anything else. With an exasperated sigh, she rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine! I’m sorry, dude! I went too far. Happy now?"

She picked up the magazine that had fallen to the floor and handed it back to the boy, though her lips were still pursed. "But don’t get excited. I don’t believe in aliens. I’m more into ghosts and spirits, got it?"

Out of nowhere, the boy started laughing—not a polite chuckle, but a full-on belly laugh that echoed down the hallway.

"Don’t tell me you actually believe in spirits," he said, still laughing as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Momo froze, her frown deeper than ever. "Are you making fun of me?!" she shouted, stepping toward him with clenched fists.

Before anyone could react, the two launched into a heated argument. Momo insisted that spirits were real, while the boy passionately defended his UAPs. Y/n, stuck between them like a referee in a wrestling match, glanced toward the hallway. There stood Miko and Muko, watching the scene with amused smiles as they whispered to each other.

"These two are hopeless," Y/n muttered under her breath, feeling her patience wear thin.

Finally, she snapped.

"ENOUGH! YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!" she yelled, pushing them apart with a hand on each shoulder. Her voice was so loud that even Miko and Muko stopped laughing to peek in with curiosity.

"Here’s the deal," Y/n said, crossing her arms authoritatively. "If Momo proves that spirits exist, you’ll become her personal errand boy. But if you prove that UFOs—sorry, UAPs—are real, then she’ll be your errand girl."

Both of them stared at her in disbelief.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" they shouted in unison, their faces a mix of shock and panic.

Y/n smirked, her tone daring as if she’d just announced the rules of a reality show. "It’s a bet. Take it or leave it."

Momo opened her mouth to protest but then glanced at the boy with a competitive glint in her eyes. "Errand boy, huh? That doesn’t sound too bad."

The boy blinked, clearly trying to process what had just happened. Finally, he raised his chin, determined. "Fine! But get ready to carry my stuff when I win."

Momo narrowed her eyes. "Me? Carry your stuff? Dream on, loser!"

From the hallway, Miko and Muko started laughing again.

"This is gonna be good," Miko said.

"I’m definitely not missing this," Muko added.

Y/n sighed, looking at the two challengers with exhaustion. "Great, now you’re both committed. But if you waste my time, I swear both of you will end up being my errand boys!"

They both nodded, though they still exchanged defiant glares. Y/n couldn’t help but smile. This was either going to be very interesting… or completely chaotic.

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"What is this place?! I’M GONNA DIE OF FEAR!" screamed Momo, clinging to you like a lifeline in the middle of the ocean. Her grip was so tight that you seriously considered whether you’d pass out from lack of air or from the creepy atmosphere of the hospital.

"Relax, Momo," you sighed, trying to wiggle free while scanning the surroundings. Nagi University Hospital didn’t disappoint: graffiti-covered walls, broken windows, dark hallways, and that classic feeling that something was watching you from the shadows. "Though… yeah, this place is pretty unsettling."

"UNSETTLING?! THIS IS STRAIGHT OUT OF A HORROR MOVIE!" Momo shrieked, practically climbing on top of you.

On the other end of the phone, the guy sounded thrilled. "Stop whining! Nagi Hospital is one of the prime spots for UFO sightings! They say if you’re on the rooftop, you get abducted!"

"What’s abduction?" Momo whispered in your ear.

"It’s when aliens kidnap you and experiment on your body," you whispered back.

"Hey, genius, why the rooftop?" you asked, frowning as you tried to keep Momo at a reasonable distance. "What does the rooftop have to do with UFOs?"

"Because UFOs can’t land in the basement, OBVIOUSLY!" he replied triumphantly, as if he’d just solved a universal mystery.

"Are you kidding me…? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND BUILDS A HOSPITAL WHERE YOU GET ABDUCTED?!" shouted Momo, clearly on the verge of throwing the phone out the window.

"And who in their right mind goes willingly to an abandoned hospital for fun? Oh, wait... you two."

"THAT’S IT!" Momo yelled, red with indignation, and if you hadn’t stopped her, she probably would’ve smashed the phone against the nearest wall.

"Okay, okay, enough, both of you!" you interrupted, rubbing your temples. "Listen, Nobita of the UFO fandom, you focus on your tunnel and tell us if you see anything weird. We’ll try not to die or get abducted, deal?"

"Perfect! And record everything! This could change history!" he said excitedly, as if already drafting his speech for NASA.

"Sure, sure. If aliens take me, I’ll make sure to Facetime you," you muttered as Momo tugged at your arm.

"YOU GO FIRST! I’M NOT GOING ALONE!" Momo demanded, pointing at the dark hallway leading to the rusty elevator.

"Me first? I’d rather we just go home and call it a day. We’ve done enough for one evening."

Momo huffed but then crossed her arms and stared at the floor, thoughtful. "If we leave now, that idiot’s gonna laugh at us all week."

"What do you prefer? Him laughing at us, or us getting abducted? Because I know where my priorities lie, and aliens don’t make the top 10."

There was a brief silence as you both weighed your options. Finally, Momo sighed dramatically, like she’d just decided to climb a mountain. "Fine, but if anything weird happens, you handle it. I’m just gonna scream and run, deal?"

"I wouldn’t expect anything less from you," you replied with a tired smile as the two of you ventured into the dark hallway. The echo of your footsteps bounced off the empty walls, while the guy on the other end of the phone kept rambling about "electromagnetic phenomena and alien microwaves."

"By the way!" said the guy, as if he had just remembered something. "If you see strange lights, don’t get close. They’re a sign of imminent abduction."

"Great," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "Anything else we should know before we get abducted?"

"Yeah, if you get abducted, ask them how they travel faster than light. I’m really interested in that!"

"WHAT KIND OF PSYCHOPATH THINKS ABOUT THAT AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" Momo screamed, and this time, you couldn’t help but laugh. At least the strange humor was helping to calm the terror a little.

"Hey, kid, let’s be honest... you’ve never seen a UFO in your life, have you?" Momo asked, crossing her arms and looking at him with a mix of disdain and curiosity.

The guy adjusted his glasses, clearly offended. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT REGRESSIVE HYPNOSIS IS?"

"DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!" Momo snapped, pointing at him with an accusing finger. "I asked you something very simple."

He raised a finger, completely ignoring her while striking a dramatic pose. "THE QUESTION ISN’T WHETHER I’VE SEEN A UFO..."

"Uh-huh, sure," murmured Y/n, rolling their eyes.

"WHAT MATTERS ARE THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE THEORY!" he continued, in such a serious tone that it sounded like he was giving a lecture on astrophysics.

Momo sighed, clearly losing patience. "Again with your nonsense, oh my god. Don’t you ever get tired? Or do you recharge with solar batteries?"

"THIS ISN’T NONSENSE! IT'S SCIENCE! IT’S TRUE!" he protested, with an almost comical intensity.

"Yeah, sure. And how’s it going there, huh? Anything interesting besides your ‘theories’?" Momo said, looking around with feigned indifference as she tried to change the subject.

"I’VE ARRIVED... TOO SHY... SHY... TO THIS MYSTERIOUS PLACE..." the guy shouted on the phone, his voice echoing in the dark, damp tunnel. "WELL... NOW IT'S TIME TO PROVE IT!"

Momo frowned, not as convinced by his enthusiasm. "Please, do you really think this place is special? It’s all dark and super creepy!"

"YOU’RE SCARED! YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE INTERNET, HAVEN’T YOU EVER SEEN A GHOST?!" the guy yelled, his voice strangely echoing in the tunnel.

"Not at all," Momo replied with a nervous laugh, though her gaze darkened a little.

"WHAT WAS THAT RANT ABOUT EARLIER?!" she shouted, pointing at the phone. "TAKE BACK EVERYTHING YOU SAID! How can you believe in spirits if you've never even seen one?"

"What's so strange about that?" Momo shot back, crossing her arms. She lowered her voice a bit before continuing: "I told you... my grandmother is a medium. She raised me because... well, because I don’t have parents."

There was a brief silence. Even the guy on the phone seemed to be lost for words. Y/n looked at Momo, noticing an expression they rarely saw on their friend: nostalgia mixed with sadness.

"I didn’t know..." murmured the guy on the other end of the line.

"Yeah," Momo continued, trying to appear indifferent. "My parents died when I was little. So my grandmother took care of me. But of course, my grandmother wasn’t a normal person. She always talked about spirits, spells, energies. Before going to school, she’d make me do a ritual to protect me from ‘bad vibes’ or something like that. And if I didn’t do it, she’d get mad at me."

"And did you do it?" Y/n asked with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Momo sighed. "At first, I had no choice. But... it was horrible. The other kids would laugh at me. Even the guy I liked... one day he saw me doing one of those rituals and, well, he thought I was an idiot. From that moment on, he started avoiding me. It was the worst."

"That sounds tough," Y/n commented, with a more serious tone.

"Yeah, it was," Momo admitted, shrugging. "I got really angry with my grandmother for that. I think I even said things I shouldn’t have. I felt really alone. But... now that I think about it, it wasn’t so much the ritual that bothered me. It was seeing how they laughed at my family, how they didn’t understand what it meant to us."

"It must have been hard," Y/n said.

"It was," Momo repeated, looking down. "I didn’t regain trust in my grandmother until recently. I realized that, even though her ideas were strange, she did it because she wanted to protect me. And... well, it's all I have left of my family. So, even though it’s frustrating sometimes... I guess I understand her."

The guy on the other end of the phone cleared his throat, breaking the mood. "Well... I don’t know much about spirits, but your grandmother sounds... interesting."

Momo laughed a little. "That’s a polite way to put it. But yeah, she is."

"My grandmother..." Momo began, her gaze fixed on the darkness of the hospital, as if she were speaking more to herself than to anyone else. "Her work as a medium... I don’t know if it’s real. I’ve never seen a spirit. Never. I don’t even know if my grandmother can really perceive them. But you know something? I don’t care. Because, at the end of the day, she raised me alone. She accepted me as her family, even when I didn’t understand anything she did or said. And, in some way, I believe in her."

There was a silence in the group. Even the guy on the phone seemed to have fallen silent for a moment, as if Momo’s words had struck him.

"That’s why I believe in spirits," she continued. "Not because I’ve seen them, but because I believe in my grandmother. And that’s enough for me."

Y/n looked at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. It was rare to hear Momo speak so sentimentally, but somehow, the sincerity of her words hit like a punch to the chest.

"And you?" Momo asked, turning back to the phone. "Why do you believe in aliens, huh?"

"That... that’s different," the guy replied, somewhat uncomfortable. "You don’t have to see something to know it exists. There’s evidence, theories, data..."

Momo let out a short, bitter laugh. "Oh, sure. Evidence and theories. But tell me something, genius: have you ever seen an alien with your own eyes?"

"Well... no," he admitted, somewhat hesitantly.

"Then what makes you different from me? Why do you assume that yours is more real than mine?"

"Because it’s science," he quickly responded, defensively.

"Science?" Momo raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "You call science looking at forums on the internet and reading conspiracy theories from people who’ve probably never left their basement?"

"It’s not the same!" he exclaimed, clearly frustrated.

Y/n decided to intervene before the conversation turned into an argument. "Okay, okay, both of you, calm down. Look, I think Momo has a point. But you do too, mysterious guy. At the end of the day, if you like something, you don’t need reasons to believe in it, right?"

They both fell silent, though their expressions showed they still had a lot to say.

"By the way," Momo added, slightly changing the subject, "you talk about aliens like you know everything about them, but... you have the voice of someone who doesn’t leave the house much, am I wrong?"

"What are you implying?" he asked, clearly offended.

"That you probably haven’t talked to another person in months, other than us on the phone," she replied with a teasing smile.

"That’s not true!"

"Uh-huh, sure."

Y/n chuckled softly while observing their dynamic. Even though they argued constantly, there was something strangely entertaining about their interactions.

"Anyway," Momo said, returning to the previous topic, "I don’t know if aliens exist, but one thing I’m sure of: we don’t need evidence to believe in what matters to us. That includes my grandmother... and I guess your aliens too."

"I guess you’re right," the guy admitted, in a somewhat resigned tone.

"Of course I am," she responded confidently.

"Well," Y/n interrupted, looking around, "before we continue to philosophize, can we just focus on not dying here? Because this place still gives me the creeps."

"I'll second that motion," Momo added, adjusting her hair. "Come on, Y/n. And you, kiddo, keep looking for your evidence. We'll do our thing."

"Don't forget to record something if you see a spirit!" he replied.

"Sure, and if we see an alien, we'll introduce you to it in person," Momo replied sarcastically as she walked with Y/n into the darkness of the hospital.

The boy moved slowly through the tunnel, his flashlight wobbling with each step. The place was dark, damp, and had a strange smell, as if time had stopped there. The echoes of his footsteps made him think he wasn't alone, although he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Suddenly, something stopped him.  A few feet in front of him, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

It was an old woman, hunched over, dressed in worn clothes and a hat that looked like it was from another era. Her face was covered in deep wrinkles, but what stood out the most was her twisted, almost grotesque smile.

“What the…?” he muttered, trying to back away.

The old woman looked up, and her eyes shone with an unnatural intensity.

The old woman took a step forward. “I’ll let you suck my… tits,” she said with a twisted grimace, “if you let me suck your dick.”

“WHAT?!” the boy shouted, jumping back. His flashlight shook in his hand, and, in his panic, his phone almost slipped from his grasp.

“Momo! Y/n! It’s a ghost!” he shouted into the phone, although he didn’t know if they were still on the line.

From the other side of the tunnel, Momo looked up, irritated.  “What is this idiot saying now?”

The boy ran as fast as he could, not daring to look back. Each step echoed like a drum in the tunnel, and his panting was deafening.

“This can’t be happening!” he shouted, stumbling slightly but staying on his feet. “It’s just an old exit! YES, THAT’S WHAT IT HAS TO BE!”

He reached his bike, parked at the entrance to the tunnel, and began to wobble as he tried to mount it. His hands shook so badly that he could barely grip the handlebars. “Come on, come on, come on!” he muttered frantically as he tried to pedal.

At that moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang again. It was Momo. With clumsy hands, he pulled out the phone and answered, still panting.

“AYASE! THAT THING IS FOLLOWING ME!”

“Don’t stop, you idiot!” Momo shouted from the other end of the line. “If it catches up with you, you’re done for!”  “It’s the curse of the Old Turbo! If you lose the race against her, she curses you!”

“WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!?”

“Because I didn’t think anyone would be idiotic enough to provoke her!”

The boy looked back as he pedaled, and his blood ran cold. The old woman wasn’t running… she was floating towards him, with terrifying speed.

“NOOOO!” he shouted, pedaling even harder.

“Don’t look back!” Momo exclaimed, almost hysterical. “Just keep pedaling!”

Suddenly, the tunnel was filled with a strange echo.

Momo, who was still shouting into the phone, noticed something strange. “Hey, wait a minute! Y/n?”

The silence on the other side made her stop. She turned her head and realized that Y/n was no longer there.

“Y/n!? Where are you?!”  he screamed, looking around in panic.

The boy’s cell phone began to crackle with static, and the call was abruptly cut off. He was now alone, the echo of the Turbo Old Lady’s laughter filling the tunnel as he pedaled madly towards the exit.

Momo, still holding his own cell phone, felt a chill run down his spine. “This isn’t right… Y/n? Answer!”

Momo made his way down the hallway, the light from his flashlight shaking with each step he took. The air seemed colder with each meter, and darkness enveloped everything around him. “Y/n? Are you there? Please answer…” he muttered, gripping his cell phone tightly.

Suddenly, a strange sound echoed in the distance. Footsteps.

Momo stopped dead in his tracks, his breathing quickening. “Boy? Is that you? Answer!”

But what emerged from the shadows wasn’t Y/n.  They were three tall figures, oddly proportioned. They wore human clothing: buttoned-up shirts with collars, tucked neatly into their pants. The pockets of their shirts were filled with small items, such as pens and a notebook sticking out of one of them. They wore perfectly fitted belts and shiny shoes, as if they had just left an office meeting.

Their heads, however, were anything but human.

They looked like grotesque humanoid masks: expressionless faces with motionless eyes and thin mouths that curved unnaturally. Their movements were stiff, but their eyes followed her with chilling precision.

Momo took a step back, her body trembling. “Who… what are you guys?” she stammered, trying to maintain her composure.

One of them took a step forward, his head tilting slightly, as if he were studying her. Momo didn’t wait any longer.  She turned on her heel and began running down the tunnel, quickly dialing Y/n’s number on her cell phone.

“Y/n! Please answer! There are some weird guys here and—!”

She couldn’t finish. One of the men appeared out of nowhere, blocking her way. Momo screamed and backed away, but she collided with something hard. She quickly turned around and found another one of them, who had appeared behind her without making the slightest noise.

“Leave me alone!” she screamed, throwing the flashlight at one of them in a desperate attempt to escape. The flashlight bounced harmlessly off his chest, and he showed no reaction.

Before she could do anything else, she felt an icy pressure on her arm. One of the men had grabbed her, his grip firm but inexplicably cold. “No, no, no! Let me go!”

The cell phone fell from her hands and hit the ground, illuminating for a moment the expressionless face of one of the men.  “Y/n! Help!” was the last thing she managed to scream before she was dragged into the darkness of the tunnel.

The phone was left there, illuminating an empty, cold hallway. In the distance, the echo of the men’s footsteps carrying her away could be heard, but soon, even that sound disappeared.

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Momo opened her eyes in shock and confusion. The room was cold, with metallic walls illuminated by bluish lights, and in front of her were three disturbing-looking figures. With elongated heads, greyish skin and large, dark eyes, they looked like something straight out of a science fiction movie. One of them stepped forward and spoke in a monotonous, metallic voice:

"Greetings, human. We are Serpoians. We are called that because we come from the planet Serpo."

"Aliens?" Momo frowned in disbelief. Her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. However, the evidence was undeniable: she was facing something that surpassed any logical explanation.

"Do not be afraid," another of the Serpoians continued with inhuman calm. "We are a peaceful species."

Momo, far from calming down, gritted her teeth. Her eyes frantically scanned the room as she tugged at the restraints holding her wrists.  “Peaceful? Nice guys don’t kidnap girls! Where are my clothes?”

One of the aliens pointed to a nearby table where his clothes lay, in tatters. “Your belongings were handled with care. The damage was… accidental.”

“Accidental?! This isn’t cheap! You’re going to pay for this! And I demand that you return me to my home right now!” he shouted, his voice filling the room.

Despite his protests, the Serpoians seemed immune to his fury. “Our species is entirely male,” one explained in a mechanical tone, as if he were reciting a lesson. “For millennia, we have reproduced through cloning, but this has led to the loss of our emotions and genetic diversity. We seek to regain our biological capabilities… using your genetic code.”

“My what?” Momo looked at them with a mix of confusion and disgust. “You’re completely insane! I will not be a part of your Frankenstein experiments!”

Before she could say anything else, the sound of a sliding door interrupted the tension. A tall, sleek figure strode into the room. His futuristic suit gleamed in the light, form-fitting and full of metallic detailing. His face was hidden behind a sleek helmet that reflected his surroundings like a liquid mirror. His presence was imposing.

“Where is my payment?” he demanded in a firm, authoritative voice.

The Serpoians turned to her. One of them held up a black suitcase. “Here you go. However, it is less than agreed. You delivered late.”

The woman crossed her arms, her posture conveying palpable disdain. “My mentor accepts no excuses. Neither do I. This deal was for a larger sum.”

“The delay justifies the reduction,” one of the aliens replied coldly.

The woman clicked her tongue, visibly upset. Meanwhile, Momo, though still terrified, could not take her eyes off the newcomer.  There was something in her voice, in the way she moved… Something that felt strangely familiar.

Her eyes widened as she connected the pieces. “Y/n?” she muttered, almost breathless.

The woman stopped. Slowly, she turned her head towards Momo. Although the helmet still obscured her face, the slight shift in her posture made her discomfort clear.

The room fell into a tense silence following Y/n’s words. Momo stared at her in disbelief, her lips trembling as tears threatened to fall.

“What are you doing here, Y/n? What is this? Why are you with them?” she asked with a mix of rage and desperation.

Y/n let out an audible sigh, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s not personal, Momo. It’s just work. You… were the target. I was paid to bring them what they needed. Nothing more.”

“Nothing more?” Momo raised her voice, her tears finally overflowing. “Is that what I am to you? A job? We were supposed to be friends! I was supposed to be able to trust you!”

Y/n’s helmet reflected the cold lights of the room, hiding any emotion that might have been on her face. But the stiffness of her shoulders gave her away. She tried to stand her ground, looking at Momo from a distance. “This isn’t about you or us, Momo. It’s about… surviving. You don’t understand how my world works. No one survives without making sacrifices.”

“Sacrifices?! Is that what I am to you? One more sacrifice to keep you going?” Momo screamed, struggling against the restraints that kept her immobilized. “You were my friend, Y/n! I trusted you like no one else! I always thought you would understand me!”  But here you are, giving me away like I'm... like I'm a thing!”

Momo's words hit like a hammer. For a moment, Y/n stood still, unable to respond. Something in Momo's voice, in the broken sincerity of her words, touched her heart.

“Do you remember what you told me when you picked me up that night?” Momo continued between sobs. “You said that no matter what, you'd be there for me. That friends never betray each other. And look at you now... giving me away like I'm worthless.”

The tension in the room was almost palpable. Even the Serpoians fell silent, watching the confrontation.

Y/n lowered her head slightly, her voice sounding lower, almost unsure. “It's not that simple, Momo... I—”

“Don't give me excuses!” Momo interrupted her, her voice cracking. “Look at me! Tell me that all of this is worth it!  “Tell me you’re okay with what you’re doing!”

Y/n stood still for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Then, she took a step back, clenching her fists at her sides. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, barely audible. Without another word, she turned to the Serpoians. “The deal is done. I’m leaving.”

“Y/n!” Momo screamed, her voice filled with desperation. “Please! Don’t leave me here! Please don’t do this to me!”

But Y/n didn’t stop. She headed for the door without looking back, her bright figure disappearing into the dimness of the hallway. Just before the door closed, Momo, her voice cracking, let out one last scream that echoed in the silence:

“I would never have done this to you, Y/n! Never!”

The echo of her words hung in the air, and for an instant, Y/n stood on the other side of the door.  Her shoulders shook slightly, but she didn’t turn around. With a quick movement, she disappeared, leaving Momo alone, her sobs filling the room as the Serpoians turned their attention back to her.

“Why…?” Momo whispered through her tears. “Why did you do this to me?”

The Serpoians had run out of patience. One of them approached with cold, calculated movements, a strange humming sound emanating from his device.

“Let us prepare to extract the necessary organs. Your resistance is irrelevant,” one declared in a metallic voice.

Momo struggled uselessly against the restraints, her face drenched in tears. “Get away from me! You cannot do this!”

The alien lifted the probe, slowly bringing it closer to Momo. “We will begin the procedure now.”

Suddenly, the sound of a ringtone broke through the air, Momo’s mobile phone began to vibrate on the nearby table. The Serpoians paused, staring at it curiously.

“External interruptions are not acceptable,” one of them said, reaching out a hand to take the device.

Before she could touch it, the phone’s screen lit up in a deep red.  A deep vibration filled the room, and suddenly, a figure emerged from the screen: Y/n, holding a strangely designed pistol.

“Did I interrupt something again?” she asked in an icy tone, pointing directly at the Serpoians.

Beside her, staggering, appeared the boy possessed by Turbo Granny. His body was bent at impossible angles, and his eyes shone with a mix of fear and rage.

“Ayase!” Ken shouted, struggling to stay on his feet as Turbo Granny seemed to control his movements.

The aliens took a step back, observing the scene with a mix of shock and wariness.

“How did you get in here again, Agent Jean Jacket?” one of the Serpoians demanded, raising his hands in a defensive stance.

Y/n let out a dry laugh, though her gaze remained fixed on them. “Let’s just say I have my ways.”

Momo, still trapped in the chair, stared at Y/n in disbelief and rage. “Now you decide to show up?! After everything you did?!”

“This doesn’t change anything, Momo,” Y/n said without looking at her, her voice strained. “This is still not personal.”

“Please don’t give me that again!” Momo screamed, tears sliding down her cheeks.

For an instant, Y/n hesitated, but didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled the trigger on her gun, firing a beam that struck one of the Serpoians, knocking it to the ground.

Turbo Granny, controlling Ken, let out a terrifying shriek and launched herself at another alien, biting it ferociously on the torso.

“Momo, take cover!” Y/n screamed as the remaining aliens began to respond to the attack, their suits glowing as they prepared to fight back.

“I can’t! I’m tied up!” Momo screamed in desperation, pulling at the straps with all her might.

Ken screamed in desperation, his body still fighting against Turbo Granny’s possession. Tears fell from his eyes as the words filled the room, his voice cracked from years of repressed pain.

“No matter how many times I called you, you never came!” He exclaimed, fists clenched, body tense under Granny’s control.  “There I was bullied by children, ignored by aliens… children paid me to beat them up!”

Ken’s words were desperate, but the fury and pain seemed to give him the strength to keep fighting. “My life sucked! And no one cared if I was alive or dead… but (Y/n) and Miss Ayase were the only ones who stood up for me! So get your filthy hands off her!”

At that moment, a spark of control seemed to surge within him. His body trembled, but his mind struggled to take back the reins, preparing to attack. Anger fueled him, his will finally regaining some strength.

Momo, from her position, screamed in desperation, unable to do anything but watch as the fight raged. “Hidden-kun! Do it! We need you!”

But amidst the chaos, the aliens began to move, aware of the growing threat Ken posed. One of them, still reeling from Turbo Granny’s impact, gave an order. “Get those humans! They won’t let this end well!”

The tension rose, but the worst seemed yet to come. A Serpoian, with cold, calculated movements, approached Momo, holding her by the shoulders tightly. “If you don’t give us what we ask for, you’ll regret it,” he said in a monotone voice, while his companion watched Ken, who was still trying to break free from Granny’s influence.

“Gross!” one of the other aliens commented, watching the scene become more and more chaotic.

Momo looked at Ken, fighting against his own body, knowing that control was fragile. “Ken! Don’t give up! You can do it!” he shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

“Enough of all this!”  The voice, firm and full of power, boomed through the room.

It was Y/n. Her presence was imposing, the helmet reflecting the light from the screens, but behind it, her expression was determined.

“I won’t let them hurt you anymore, Momo!” she said, as she raised her gun towards the Serpoians.

One of them tried to react, but a direct shot to his torso stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Hmm?”

Momo briefly looked away at Ken, but soon returned her focus to Turbo Granny, whose teeth were still piercing her calf.

“I’ll eat your cock!”

“What?” Y/n stepped back, horrified, but still trying to understand the situation.

“I… it’s not me! It’s Turbo Granny!”

“Are you really the only ones who can save me?” Momo thought, as her eyes focused on Ken. The situation was becoming more and more chaotic.

The alien and Momo watched the conflict in silence. Finally, the alien turned his gaze to Momo, noticing the chaos between the humans. “Now I will begin with the excitement.”

He extended his hand over Momo, who closed her eyes, feeling a growing pressure. Her face twisted in disgust as, for a moment, she thought she could no longer get out of this situation. It was then that, in her mind, an image from her childhood began to emerge: an important memory of her grandmother.

“Release your chi.”

“I don’t want to...”

Momo, as a little girl, found herself at the entrance of her grandmother’s house, long before she met you or Ken.

“The other kids always make fun of me for that. I look stupid.” Momo explained to the older woman, as her grandmother knelt in front of her with a calm smile.

“No, it’s not like that… When you release your chi, you will never get hurt or sick.  It will also help you keep evil away.” Grandma placed her hands gently on Momo’s shoulders, before taking her small hands firmly.

“Now, tense your abdominal muscles and imagine your chi rising from the top of your head.”

Momo, with effort, tried to follow the directions. Immediately, a painful memory flashed through her: the children laughing at her when she tried to do that pose.

“I hate it! I won’t do it again!” Momo screamed, shaking her head as her eyes widened in fury.

Her grandmother, still patient, held out her hand, asking for calm. “Momo! Wait!”

“I hate you, Grandma! You’re an imposter!”

That moment of anger made the memory flash through her mind in a distorted way. However, deep down, Momo knew she didn’t hate her grandmother. She only felt ashamed, something she was now beginning to understand.

Then, he began to imagine his grandmother’s words, remembering the technique she had taught him. As he visualized the flow of her chi, something inside him triggered, and, in that instant, the chair containing her broke under her energy.

The fight between Ken and Momo stopped at the same time, both of them staring in amazement as Momo began to levitate.

“What?! She never said she had psychic powers!” Ken exclaimed, his eyes wide as Momo floated.

With a slight bend in her legs, Momo raised her hands, looking at the two men around her in surprise. “I… I didn’t know I had them either.”

The alien who had tried to attack extended his hands towards Momo, but she, now fully focused, stared at him. “My psychokinesis is being repelled by a higher force. What’s going on? Maybe the human’s brain waves were overloaded, allowing her to access her chakra.”

Momo, fascinated by the piece of metal floating above her hand, turned her gaze towards the alien with a determined smile. “She’s not an impostor! My grandmother is a genuine medium! Thank you, Grandma!”

Meanwhile, the boy tried to bite Y/n and in the process, ripped off her helmet, revealing Y/n’s pastel blue skin and the dark blue glowing antennae emerging from her head.

She tried to defend herself, trying not to shoot him with her gun, but he scratched her skin, making fissures that healed automatically.

Momo stood up and, with her newly acquired powers, launched a powerful kick at the alien. However, he raised his arm and stopped her with force. “Now I have the power to face these monsters! And make them fly!” Momo shouted, full of determination.

With a last effort, she kicked the alien, sending him through the walls. The explosion that followed was deafening, and the lights in the room began to flicker violently.

Momo screamed as she felt her body collapse, as she watched the destruction falling around her. “We are inside a real UFO!” she exclaimed, surprised, looking around for Y/n and Ken, and finding them on the ground fighting, she was horrified. “(Y/n)! Occult-kun!”

Swiftly, Momo approached Granny Turbo. Suddenly, her body began to glow with a clear light, while her hair flowed wildly. At that moment, the curse that weighed on Ken disappeared.

Suddenly, the room darkened, turning red. Before them, Granny Turbo appeared, her gaze fixed and malicious. “Who the hell are you two?” she said, her voice cold and challenging.

Turbo Granny curled her fingers, causing Ken to pull away from Y/n, his body arching as a painful gurgle came from his lips. Momo watched, eyes wide, recoiling slightly as she saw how Ken was still under Granny’s control. “Granny is out of her body!” she exclaimed, alarmed. “But he is still under her curse!”

“This child belongs to me,” Turbo Granny said with a mocking smile. “As long as I have him, the curse will not be lifted.  I can't stay here for long, but if you want me to free him, go to the tunnel. If you want to fight me, come to me. Damn classless bitches!”

“Who are you calling a bitch, you filthy old woman?! Give him his penis back!” Momo shouted at the ghost that was walking away.

Y/n, seeing Momo so worried and determined, quickly approached her and, with unexpected strength, lifted her into her arms. Momo blushed at feeling so close to her, her cheeks turning red as she couldn't help but look down, avoiding Y/n's eyes, which were shining with determination.

“Don't worry! We're going to get out of here,” Y/n said firmly, beginning to quickly climb the walls of the UFO with the agility of an expert. Momo clung to her, the warmth of her body comforting her, but her mind was filled with chaos. In her chest, a strange feeling was born, something she had never felt before.

Ken, still disoriented from the curse and the explosion, was on the ground, slowly recovering. Y/n, still moving, lifted him up with one hand, placing him on her back as she continued to ascend.

“Come on, Ken! You have to get up, we have to go now!” Y/n shouted, and Ken, his eyes still somewhat clouded, nodded weakly.

The room was crumbling around them, and a dark energy filled the air. The walls were beginning to shake violently, and the lights flickered desperately. Momo, her face still flushed from the closeness to Y/n, looked down as they ascended, unable to stop her heart from beating faster than normal. What was this strange feeling that was invading her?

Suddenly, a loud boom shook the UFO, and a gigantic explosion went off behind them. The walls began to give way, and the ship seemed to be on the verge of total destruction. Y/n, not losing her cool, leapt forward, bringing Momo and Ken with her in her leap, escaping just before the UFO exploded into a ball of fire.

With a deafening bang, the UFO disintegrated behind them, and in the air, Y/n, Momo, and Ken flew through space, jumping out of the ship's reach, completely safe but on the verge of despair.

Momo hugged Y/n tightly, no longer caring about the blush, as the wind whipped at them, and Ken's body rested on Y/n's back.  The scene was chaotic, but it had all happened so fast, and the only thought running through Momo's mind was how she felt so strangely calm in Y/n's arms, as the ship crumbled behind them.

"Are we safe?" Ken asked, his voice weak, as he watched the distance between them and the exploding ship.

"Yes," Y/n answered, without hesitation. "We're safe... for now."

But as they floated in the air, Momo couldn't help but wonder how they could have survived all of that. And even more so, how her feelings towards Y/n seemed to have changed in a matter of seconds, and what it all meant to her.

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Near Kamigoe Prefecture, a curious pastel-green being walked casually through the crowded streets of the city. It had the appearance of a puppy dog, though its size, its long antennae that glowed faintly in the daylight, and its tail that swung like a whip of jelly made it clear that it was no ordinary dog. In one hand it held a burrito wrapped in silver paper, and in the other, a large soda that made gurgling sounds with each step.

The little alien eagerly bit into the burrito, spilling some of the sauce on the ground. It paused for a moment, sucking its fingers before continuing to walk. Its attitude was that of someone who belonged there, though it didn’t bother to hide the strangeness of its appearance. People watched it in awe, but the alien seemed immune to the curious glances.

“Mom, look! A puppy!” exclaimed a little girl with braids, pointing at it with joy.

The being stopped dead in its tracks, its ears (or what seemed to be ears) perking up at the sound. It slowly turned its head towards the little girl, its eyes shining like a pair of tiny green suns. “Who are you calling a puppy, kid!?” it shrieked in a high-pitched voice with an accent that seemed to be from another planet… literally.

The little girl’s mother froze, tugging on her daughter’s hand as she tried to process what had just happened.

“Speak, Mom! The puppy is speaking!” the excited little girl shouted, tugging on her mother’s arm.

The alien, offended, snorted and raised his donkey towards the little girl, as if it were some sort of weapon. “Hey, on my planet, insulting someone by calling them a puppy is a declaration of war, you know? But I’m too busy today to respond to your taunts.”

The mother, now completely terrified, dragged her daughter away from the little being, muttering something about “moving to the country.”  The alien pup shook his head as he took a long sip of his soda, producing a clattering sound that drew even more stares.

“Humans…” he muttered tiredly, his antennae twitching in slight annoyance. “You can’t just walk around town without someone mistaking you for a pet.”

He continued on his way, dodging the crowd with surprising agility for someone with a burrito and a soda in his hands. Every so often, he would stop in front of a store to admire some product, though he quickly grew bored and kept moving.

A man in a suit saw him pass by and frowned. “Is that… a dog in a costume?”

“I’m not a dog!” the alien shouted without even turning around. “And stop looking at me like that or I’ll throw my burrito in your face!”

The threat seemed to have an effect, and the man walked away muttering something about “needing more coffee.”

The little creature finally reached the entrance to the town, where the lights were beginning to fade and the shops were turning into open fields. It stopped and looked out at the horizon, its antennae leaning forward as if it were sensing something. It took a last sip of its soda, letting out a loud burp that echoed through the air.

“Fine…” it said, wiping its mouth with the back of its hand. “Now I just need to find that damn ship before someone else calls me a puppy.”

He continued walking towards the end of the city, his half-eaten burrito still in his hand. Behind him lay a line of perplexed humans, and ahead of him a fate awaited him that, as always, would be anything but boring.

The little alien continued to walk with a sure step, enjoying his half-finished burrito, when suddenly, his antennae began to vibrate intensely. A slight buzzing sound went through his head, as if he had tuned into a distant frequency. His expression tensed, and his eyes, which used to shine with indifference, now narrowed with seriousness.

“What the…?” he muttered, looking around as if searching for the source of the phenomenon. His antennae continued to vibrate, and the buzzing sound grew higher. Then, looking up, he saw it.

In the distance, a thick column of black smoke rose from the old university hospital, followed by an explosion that lit up the sky as if it were a misplaced fireworks display.  The alien dropped his soda, which slowly rolled to a stop in a sewer.

“No way!” he screamed, bringing his hands to his antennae as if trying to stop the humming. He looked back at the hospital, frowning in a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “Y/n did it again?!”

The small being began to walk faster, then trotted, muttering under his breath. “I told you not to go soft on the merchandise! But no, you always have to play the heroine, dammit!”

He paused for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and shook his head in frustration. “And you sure left a mess behind, like always! By all the rings of Saturn, you’re really going to listen to me this time!”

With one last glance at the burning hospital, he let out an annoyed growl.  “I hope you at least saved something valuable, because if not…”

The little alien ran off on his short legs, leaving his donkey forgotten on the ground. His pastel green silhouette was lost in the shadows, while the smoke from the hospital covered the horizon, promising chaos and answers in the distance.

A/N ── Oh, hey, it's me again.

First off, let me tell you something: I'm in love with Dandadan. Seriously, I can't even explain how much I was hooked on this series from the moment I found out how it went. It was like a cosmic crush. Each chapter left me more hooked, more obsessed, and obviously I couldn't resist. I ended up buying the ENTIRE manga set that was available so far. I literally couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen with Momo after those last chapters that left me with my heart in my throat. This series is pure magic and chaos, and I can't get over it.

Now, let's talk about my baby, or Y/n. Let me tell you that her spacesuit is directly inspired by Smart Lady from a Japanese series (if you know which one, you're one of mine). I wanted something that screams alien but with style, and I feel like I nailed it... sort of. But, here comes the kicker: her personality is still not well defined. She's a mess, I admit. But that's the whole idea. Because she's an undercover alien, her personality changes depending on the environment she's in. It's like she's constantly adapting to fit in, but at the same time, that lack of consistency is part of her identity. Existential drama at its finest!

And here comes the tricky but interesting part: the character doesn't have a defined gender. Visually, she could pass for a woman, and she identifies as a woman because that's how she feels, but here's the plot twist: she has no defined genitals. Yes, you read that right. She's neither biologically male nor female. She's something beyond that, something that she may not even fully understand. For now, she treats herself as a woman because that's what feels most comfortable and natural to her earthly experience, but... does it really matter? I want to explore how that ambiguity affects her, how it influences the way she sees herself and her interactions with others. It's a key part of her story that I hope to develop little by little.

Oh, and regarding the technical chaos... I know this first part had its problems. It was published by itself, the dialogues were poorly arranged, it was very long, blah, blah, blah. But now, it's all well and good. I think.

[last-flight-of-dickarus]

MOM SAID IT'S MY TURN ON THE GENDER CRISIS

GENDER CRISIS GENDER CRISIS GENDER CRISIS GENDER CRI- just kidding haha ha ((GENDER CRISIS GENDER CRISIS GENDER CRUSIS GEND-))

[rottenpumpkin13]

Hi! Do you have sexual/romantic orientation + gender identity HCs for AGSZC?

I can't remember if these have changed too much from the last time I answered this, but here we go!

Zack: He/him, Bye Bye Bye - NSYNC. Flirts with anything that breathes, sometimes even inanimate objects if he's bored. Thinks sexuality is a spectrum and he's roller-skating across it at full speed.

Sephiroth: Firmly convinced he's above distractions like romance and sex, thinks he's aroace (without the label). In reality, he's demi and emotionally constipated, needing a five-year emotional bond before realizing "Oh, that's attraction". He identifies as male on paper but by the time he's a god, he's shrugged off human concepts entirely—gender, emotions—it's all beneath him. The only thing that's not beneath him yet is Cloud.

Genesis: Bi and vocal about it. Canonicalyl, IMO. Mans spends half of Crisis Core harassing men and the other half exalting a goddess. He flirts with men, women, and anyone who listens long enough to hear his next soliloquy. He/they but honestly doesn't care; gender's just another stage costume. Love and sex are art forms, and Genesis is determined to master every medium.

Angeal: Thinks he's straight, but that's just the denial talking. He can flirt and take women out, but claims he's "too busy with SOLDIER duties" to date. The man won't admit he's queer as hell it until a dude knocks him sideways with feelings he can't rationalize.

Cloud: Thinks he's straight because Nibelheim didn't exactly hand out Pride pamphlets. And then he finds out he's bi. The moment someone points this out, he'll have a quiet existential crisis in the corner, then continue pining awkwardly after Zack. And then he finds out he's gay—

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve and Eddie totally made out at a party once. They just didn't know it was with each other. It was at a party and it was dark. The older teens were hanging out, drinking at Steve's when Robin asked the question.

"Best kiss of your life, go!" Robin exclaimed.

"Nancy," Jonathan admitted, but his eyes slid briefly over to Argyle.

"Jonathan," Nancy and Argyle said at the same time. Nancy looked over at Jonathan.

"We were high," Jonathan said.

"It was at Tommy's party. It was dark. I don't know her name, but man, could she kiss. She had this soft curly hair. I couldn't see her face, though," Steve said. "Wish I knew who it was. Best kiss of my damn life."

"You know what's odd. I know exactly what party you're talking about because I had my first kiss there, too. It was in the kitchen, in that little nook. This guy really knew how to kiss. It was fucking dark so I couldn't see anything but I felt like he had great hair," Eddie said.

"Yeah, that's where we kissed. In that nook. Man, we must have just missed each other," Steve laughed.

"Unless. . .," Robin trailed off.

"What?" Steve and Eddie asked.

"Steve, did you happen to get to second base with this girl?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, why?" Steve asked.

"Did she have boobs?" She asked.

"No. It was weird. I asked her what happened to her boobs and she just giggled," Steve said.

"Oh my God!" Eddie exclaimed in realization. "When the guy I was kissing asked me that, I thought he was just being funny! That was you! You were my first kiss!"

"Oh. . .hmm, I guess so," Steve said. "Still the best kiss of my life."

"Even though it was with a guy?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I still liked it," he said. "Huh, I guess I don't care what gender they are. I just like kissing. I wonder if sex is the same way. Hey, what's that word you told me about Robin? You know, where you can like both?"

"Uh. . .bisexual?" Robin asked.

"Yes, maybe I'm bisexual," Steve said, snapping his fingers cheerfully.

"Did you just have a sexual identity crisis without panicking?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, it's no big deal, right?" Steve asked.

Meanwhile, Eddie was watching the whole thing with a strange expression on his face, and then his face relaxed into a smirk.

"Best kiss of your damn life, huh? Do you mind if I try to one up myself?" Eddie asked.

"Not at all," Steve smiled.

Argyle cheered, and wolf whistled as Eddie crawled into Steve’s lap to kiss him.

"Get it, my man!" Argyle exclaimed.

[readsaboutreid]

Identity Crisis | S.R.

Summary: Spencer, a gay man who likes to keep his dating life private from his co-workers, slowly finds himself in situations where he is outed to his co-workers in somewhat out-of-his control circumstances. But when he meets a gorgeous young actress by the name of Lila Archer, he begins questioning everything he had perceived about himself. (basically I took my own journey of being slowly outed as a lesbian to people in my life by things just coming to light at the wrong time and then my subsequent bisexual awakening when I realized men can be pretty too and did a switcheroo with the genders)

no smut to be found sorry horny readers, i don't feel comfortable writing mlm smut as someone who has no experience with it

Ever since he was young, Spencer had known he was gay. He had known he was attracted to men for twenty years, his very first celebrity crush being Carl Sagan when he was four and saw Cosmos for the very first time. His first kiss had been when he was 16 with another boy around the same age that he had met playing chess in the park. All his firsts had been with other guys. Aside from telling his mother, who claimed to have known already because ‘a mother knows, Spencer,’ he kept this part of his identity concealed; not out of any sort of sense of shame, but out of just a general desire for privacy, which was hard to come across when every one of his colleagues was trained to detect when someone was keeping secrets. 

The first person on the team to suspect anything was, surprisingly enough, JJ. She may not have been trained as a profiler, being the team’s communication liaison, but being bisexual herself she liked to think she had (somewhat) decent gaydar. She couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze would linger slightly when they’d meet and interact with men who were especially attractive. It had taken a night out with the girls of the BAU and Spencer for her to put it together, though, the final puzzle piece falling into place as her, Elle, and Penelope admired a particularly handsome guy standing at the bar from where they sat in their booth.  

“Oh my god just look at his face,” Penelope gushed, resting her chin on her fist, her third cocktail almost empty in the other hand. “It looks like it was sculpted by Botticelli himself—or, you know, whoever did that David sculpture that everyone is so obsessed with!” 

“That was Michelangelo,” Spencer responded, his speech slurring ever so slightly. He’d swear up and down that he felt fine if one of them asked, but everyone there knew that the man had almost no alcohol tolerance, and halfway through his second vodka soda he really started to feel it. “And to be honest, Michelangelo’s David doesn’t even hold a candle to him.” He froze, realizing that in his tipsy haze he had spoken this thought aloud instead of keeping it to himself. He could feel JJ’s gaze fall on him as he said this and felt his cheeks heat up when he met her eyes before he decided to focus very intently on an invisible piece of lint on his cardigan. 

Penelope and Elle didn’t even seem to register the comment as “Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)” by ABBA came on, both rushing to the dance floor as soon as the first few bars of the song could be heard. “JJ, you’ve got to come dance with us! This song is a ladies' night classic!” They both insisted, trying to drag her from the booth. However, she looked over at the youngest of the bunch and saw that he was still clearly avoiding her gaze.  

“I think I’ll stay here and keep this one company,” she said to them while pointing her thumb in Spencer’s direction, “you guys go! Have fun dancing!” She insisted one final time before they acquiesced. Once they were gone and JJ and Spencer were alone at the table, she turned her attention back to him. 

“Hey, Spence,” she reached over, putting a comforting hand over his, which he had begun nervously wringing in front of him. “Are you alright?” 

“Y-yeah, why, uh, what makes you think otherwise?” He said, his eyes darting everywhere but still avoiding eye contact. Right before she could respond, a waitress appeared with a single drink in a martini glass that was a vivid shade of green, a spiral cut green apple ornamenting the edge of the glass.  

“Excuse me, but this is from the man over there,” she gestured with her free hand at the man they had all been collectively admiring. 

“Oh, no thanks, I’m good here,” JJ smiled kindly at the woman, holding up her still full glass of water. “Designated driver for the night.” 

“Oh no, I’m sorry! It’s not for you, miss. It’s for the gentleman next to you,” the waitress said, her eyes falling on Spencer. Both he and JJ looked over at the man to find him looking intently at Spencer, whose face flushed a deep shade of red as they locked eyes. He could feel his lips spreading in a shy smile as he reached for the glass and raised it to the man from across the room before taking a sip, their eyes still locked on each other. It was tart and sweet at the same time, almost like liquefied sour apple candy, and Spencer found himself enjoying it far more than he thought he would when he initially saw the color of the liquid in the glass.  

“Oh, wow! This is amazing,” he found himself muttering. He took another sip before asking the waitress, who had started heading away, what the name of the cocktail was.  

She didn’t seem to hear him over the noise of the bar, but JJ responded, “probably an appletini from the looks of it, but I’d need a taste to know for sure.”  

Right after she said that they both heard a smooth, deep voice answer for her, “you’re dead on. It’s an appletini.” The two looked up to see that the mystery man had crossed the room and was now standing in front of their table. “Sorry to interrupt, I just had to come and say hello after I noticed you watching me earlier.” His eyes were locked on Spencer, who looked up shyly from where he was seated at the table. “I hope it’s not too forward, but my friends and I were about to head out, so I came over to give you my number before I left.” At that, he held out a business card, which Spencer slowly reached for and took with a nervous laugh.  

“Call me sometime, gorgeous,” the man, who according to his business card was named Marcus, left with a wink in Spencer’s direction. 

“Oh my god, Spence! Look at you go,” JJ nudged his shoulder with hers. 

“I didn’t even do anything other than sit here and smile awkwardly,” he laughed, turning the card over in his hand before pulling out his wallet and storing it there for safekeeping. He looked at JJ when he saw Penelope and Elle approaching from over by the bar and shot her a silent plea, and even without being a profiler she could read every word in his eyes: please don’t tell anyone. Just as he slipped his wallet back into his pocket, Elle and Penelope approached the table, panting and slightly sweaty, each with a glass of water in their hands. 

“Ohmygod JJ, we saw that the really hot guy was just over here!” Penelope squealed. “Did you get his digits?” 

Spencer’s face went a bit pale, and his eyes widened before JJ responded quickly, “oh, yeah, that. He gave me his number and then left with his friends. Even bought me an appletini, but I gave it to Spence since I’m DD’ing tonight.” She lied so smoothly that neither of the two drunk women with them bothered to question any of what she had said before JJ announced that it was about time to call it a night.  

As they all gathered their belongings, Spencer looked at JJ and mouthed a silent thank you. Her only response was an understanding smile. 

The next person to find out, around two months after JJ and Spencer’s encounter with the man at the bar, was Derek Morgan. The younger agent had seemed preoccupied and left in a hurry, leaving his go bag on the jet. Morgan snagged it and figured he’d drop it off in the morning, opting to go home and get some much-earned rest. The next day he followed the luggage tag’s address to an apartment complex, and when he knocked, he was met with quite a surprise when a stranger opened the door. 

“May I help you?” The man asked while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Morgan failed to hide his shock as he took in the man’s appearance: his tousled hair, his topless torso, the pants haphazardly donned in what looked like an attempt to panic dress.  

“Oh, sorry, I’m looking for Spencer Reid. Do I have the wrong apartment?” Derek asked the stranger in front of him. 

From inside, he could hear the voice of the man he had expected to see at the door call out, “who is it?” followed by soft footsteps approaching the door.  

“I don’t know, but he’s got a duffle bag, and the luggage tag has your name on it, so I think he's here for you?” The mystery man responded, opening the door wider to allow Spencer to see out of it. Once Spencer’s eyes locked with Derek’s, he could see all the color drain out of the young agent’s face. 

Just as Spencer began trying to stammer out an explanation, Derek put his hands up, the duffle dangling from one of his elbows. “Relax, Reid, I don’t need an explanation. I just came by to drop off your go bag. You left it on the jet last night when you hurried off.” Derek handed over the bag, which Spencer grabbed with a muttered thanks. "Enjoy your weekend, pretty boy! See you on Monday,” Derek called out when he turned to leave. He could hear the breath whoosh out of Spencer in a heavy sigh of relief as he headed to the stairs that would take him out of the building. 

The next Monday, Spencer approached Derek in the bullpen, pulling him aside and quietly asking him if he’d mind keeping what he saw from the rest of the team. Derek just placed a reassuring hand on Spencer’s shoulder and said, “hey, kid, what you do in your free time is none of my concern.”  

“Th-thanks, Morgan,” he let out a breathy laugh as his shoulders visibly relaxed.  “I just like for my personal life to stay, you know, personal.” 

“I get it, man, I do,” Derek assured him. “Does anyone else on the team know, or just me?”  

“You and JJ know,” Spencer explained, his voice lowering further as he looked around for prying eyes or ears before continuing. “JJ was, uh, there at the bar when Marcus sent a drink to me and then gave me his phone number while Garcia and Elle were distracted on the dance floor.”  

Morgan raised his eyebrows at this before he asked, “how long ago was this?”  

“About two months,” Spencer said before they were both interrupted by the voice of Elle Greenaway coming from over his shoulder, making Spencer nearly jump out of his skin. 

“About two months until what?” she asked, leaning against one of the desks nearby.  

"Until the release of whatever nerdy sci-fi thing this kid’s been rambling about to me for the past five minutes,” Derek covered smoothly. “It’s so convoluted I feel like I nearly fell asleep standing up.” 

“Oh, god, say no more; I’ll save you with a cup of coffee,” she laughed and started walking toward the break area, leaving Morgan to follow behind her. Derek turned and shot Spencer a nod before walking off, receiving a silent thank you from him in return. 

The third person to reveal that they had any inkling about his proclivities was none other than Agent Gideon. They were in LA at an art gallery when they ran into an old classmate of Spencer’s. He recalled having a major crush on the guy but since he was the only 12-year-old in his graduating class he never really stood a chance with anyone in high school. What he didn’t expect was for the man to get even hotter as they grew up, but that’s exactly what happened.  

As Spencer tried his hardest to keep himself from becoming a stuttering mess, he could feel Gideon’s gaze burning into him. That’s when he was introduced to her.

Lila Archer brought in a whole new era of questioning into Spencer’s life that he neither wanted nor needed. Spencer found himself admiring her facial structure, her eyes; even her voice captivated him. She flirtatiously grabbed his arm before walking away, leaving Spencer with butterflies in his stomach and confusion in his veins. 

“Well, that was...interesting,” Gideon mused from next to him, looking over at Spencer as they left. 

“Y-yeah, uh, women like her don’t usually give me a second glance,” Spencer chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact. 

“That’s not why it was an interesting encounter,” Gideon began, “you’re a young, intelligent, handsome guy.” He clapped Spencer on the shoulder as they made their way outside. “What’s interesting is that you seemed interested in her.” 

“She’s a gorgeous actress, why would it be strange for me to be interested?” Spencer asked as he picked a piece of lint off his shirt, shoving his hands into his pockets in a not-so-successful attempt to appear nonchalant before clearing his throat. 

“I just assumed that you were a homosexual, but it’s none of my business in the end,” Gideon responded, his slightly humored tone doing nothing to lessen the stab of panic Spencer felt at hearing those words leave his boss’s lips. Gideon saw the look on Spencer’s face and chuckled, “relax, Reid. I’ve known since I met you. But like I said before, it’s really none of my business who you spend your time with outside of work."

That case might have been the most confusing experience Spencer’s ever had in his entire life re: his orientation. Never before had he found himself checking out a woman, but Lila was so gorgeous he couldn’t help himself. There was a sort of magnetism in her gaze that drew him in. He even let her share his cola, which for Spencer equated to quite an intimate gesture. 

When she kissed him after dragging him into the pool, he swore to himself that it didn’t mean anything; that he didn’t feel anything. He kept swearing this to himself even as he found himself kissing her back. Except he very much did feel something, and what that meant for him, he couldn’t figure out. 

What he did know was that he was still very much attracted to men, and his very heated reunion with Marcus when he returned from LA made that even more than clear to him. Yet despite this, he still couldn’t shake the thought of Lila's body pressed up against his, nor could he shake the taste of her lips from his own mouth.  

Two weeks after they had finished up the case with Lila’s stalker, he found himself at a table with JJ getting brunch on a Sunday at a local bistro. “So, what’s up, Spence? Is everything okay between you and Marcus?” she asked, her eyes full of concern as she rested her chin on her knuckles, her mimosa in her other hand.  

“Yeah, uh, wh-why wouldn’t we be alright?” He deflected, picking at his eggs on his plate. He knew why she was asking. After the tabloid photos of him and Lila's somewhat emotionally charged goodbye had been released to the public, he and Marcus had fought quite a bit over them, him attempting to reassure Marcus of his attraction to and feelings for him repeatedly. 

“We’ve all seen the tabloid stuff, Spence. It’s okay if you want to talk about it,” she comforted him, sipping her mimosa before setting it down. “I would imagine that if Marcus has also seen it, too, it might cause some tension between the two of you.” 

Spencer sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. “I just—I’ve spent the past two weeks trying to convince my own boyfriend that I’m attracted to men, JJ!” Spencer moaned, putting his head into his hands. “You’d think that maybe, just maybe, my eagerness to have him in my mouth and—uh, well, in other, uh, more intimate places would be enough to convince him that I’m still very much attracted to him and to men in general, but he doesn’t seem to believe me no matter what when I say I’m not attracted to women.” He ranted, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Why would he think that you’re lying?” JJ asked, genuine curiosity in her gaze along with a deep empathy for her friend’s plight. She had dated a few lesbians before who had similar issues upon finding out that she was bi, and while Spencer wasn’t, this situation was still a hard one to be in regardless. 

“I-I don’t know,” he trailed off, his eyes falling to the table. “I—maybe because I...” His voice trailed off and he kept his eyes on the tablecloth before he finished the thought. “...I’m not sure if I even believe myself when I say it, anymore.” He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper and his eyes meeting hers again. Her eyes softened with understanding. 

“Ah, I know what’s happening,” she nodded, a knowing smile spreading on her cheeks. Spencer gave her a confused look, prompting her to continue. “You’re attracted to men, right?” He nodded, tilting his head as she then asked, “and you think maybe you might also be attracted to women?” she asked, making his cheeks flush red and his mouth twist to the side as he looked down, swallowed, and nodded yet again. “Have you ever thought that you might just be bisexual, Spence?” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” His face was full of confusion as he asked her this, never having heard a word like that before.  

“You know, attracted to people regardless of what’s in their pants. That kind of thing,” she shrugged. “There are other terms for it, as well. Pansexual seems to be the most common alternative label I’ve heard people use, but there are others out there, and some just don’t really claim any label at all. But to be honest this sounds like a textbook bi-dentity crisis, and I’m speaking from experience here,” she snorted before bringing some eggs to her mouth with her fork. 

“What in the world is a ‘bi-dentity’ crisis?” Spencer asked, dropping his fork onto his plate as he braced his forearms on the table, leaning in and urging her on with his eyes.  

“It’s a bisexual identity crisis. It’s when someone who thinks that they’re straight—or in your case, gay—meets a person that makes them begin to question their sexuality all over again,” she explained with a laugh.  

“A-and you’ve also experienced this... this ’bi-dentity crisis’?” He asked, making finger quotes around the term this time. 

“Well, uh, yeah, I have,” she nodded, placing her fork on her plate and taking a drink of water. “When I went to college, I learned a lot of things about myself that I may have never learned if I had continued living in the tiny little Pennsylvania town that I grew up in. Including the fact that women can be very pretty and very good kissers.” She sipped her mimosa again, taking note of the fact that some of the tension seemed to have left Spencer’s shoulders as he finally picked up his fork and brought a forkful of eggs to his mouth and began eating instead of merely picking around his food like he had been before. 

The conversation flowed on to other topics, and as they both stood to leave, Spencer wrapped JJ in a tight embrace which was not all that common for the young, germophobic doctor. “Thank you, JJ,” he said resting his cheek on her head before letting go. “It, uh, it looks like I’ve got some things to think through when I get home.”  

She smiled at him and squeezed his hand before they both went their separate ways for the rest of the day. 

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Y’know given Hua Cheng’s shapeshifting and Shi Qingxuan’s shapeshifting and He Xuan’s shapeshifting and the kingdom of Xianle prizing androgyny and Xie Lian’s total blasé attitude about when people confuse him for a woman

I feel like maybe my Wei Clan don’t… do… gender?

Like. I think after a few generations of being surrounded by all this gender fuckery from all directions — especially when you know the girls would be raised with just as much freedom and indulgence as the boys — I feel like eventually everybody’s gender identity would be best described as a shrug. The Wei know what gender society Expects them to be, and for their own convenience they typically just go along with that, but it doesn’t actually have any weight for them.

Wei Changze doesn’t like the way makeup feels on his (their?) face but he likes when he gets to leave the Jiang sect and go home for holidays and stuff because it means they get to wear pretty dresses.

The family’s perspective on other peoples’ genders is that like. If you tell me your name is Familyname Givenname, and your favorite color is orange, and you really like lychee, and you are a woman, It is not my place to say “no, you’re wrong” about any of that.

Like, gender to them os very much a societal role, and those roles don’t apply to them, but it’s sort of like… occupations? This musician is a woman. She does musician things, like compose her own music, and perform for audiences, and maintain her instrument of choice. She does woman things, like manage the house’s finances, and cook, and wear makeup. Those are all fine, good things for a person to do, and we wish her as much success in her career as a woman as we do her success in her career as a musician.

The only time Wei Changze ever cared much about gender was after meeting Cangse Sanren, when he felt the spark, realized instantly she was his destined one, and then just as quickly realized he was gonna have to somehow explain this stuff to her and oh god people who aren’t of Xianle get Weird about this what if she thinks it’s creepy or gross oh no

(Of course CSSR is super interested and curious and lowkey turned on and it is the complete opposite of an issue)

It is so, so much weirder for Wei Wuxian, who was kidnapped and presumed dead for the first seventeen some-odd years of his life, and was very much raised As A Man. Not only does meeting his long lost family send him down an identity crisis for all of the obvious “what do you mean I’m half-undead Ghost Royalty” reasons, but it ALSO sends him down a gender crisis, which happens right on the heels of his sexuality crisis re: realizing that LWJ is his Destined Other, which then tucks neatly into yet another crisis because LWJ already barely likes him (them?????) will he be able to handle it if Wei Wuxian is also kind of a girl sometimes??? Would he like it better if Wei Wuxian is always a girl???? Is that even and option or does Wei Wuxian need to stop doing gender entirely??????? He doesn’t know how to do that???????????

(Wei Wuxian does not, in fact, need to make any changes or choices with regards to his gender if he does not want to, nobody is gonna pressure him, but the kid is going through a lot in a very short amount of time and the spiral is probably going to be cathartic, so let him have a breakdown. He deserves it.)

(Of course, LWJ does a lot more than “barely like” WWX, and once the gender thing is explained to him he does a lot more than just “handle it.” He is supportive and eager to learn and understand and, of course, as always, kind of horny about it. He ends up deciding he has a Thing for WWX in slinky nightgowns, and they have lots of weirdly tender, nasty, disrespectful sex about it.)

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi! Could I request a newt x nonbinary!reader where reader is put into the maze without remembering that they’re trans, but then they realise and come out and ask people to use they/them pronouns - especially with newt first but reader is worried that he won’t accept them or like them back but yay feelings are returned in the end

Thank you so much!!

Absolutely I can.

UNDERSTANDING AND ACCEPTANCE

MASTERLIST | NEWT MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, gender queer distress, struggling to come out to people, one sarcastic sex joke from Minho, I've tried my hardest to figure out how to write this so I'm sorry if this is bad - sorry.

You've always felt out of place in the Glade.

At first, you figured it was just because you're in the middle of a giant changing Maze without any knowledge of who you are - which would make sense.

But as you watched the other Gladers adapt and accept themselves and their situations; you didn't.

You always felt strange in your body, and you hated it when people referred to you in any way, shape or form. A lot of the boys started thinking you were just shy and didn't want to be involved. But, in reality, the internal cringing that takes place whenever anyone ever talks about you is enough to knock you physically sick.

It took you a long time to figure things out, and a slightly awkward drunken conversation with Alby.

Despite Gally's Special Brew making your brain fuzzy, you still remembering the conversation embarrassingly well.

But thank God it was with Alby.

Alby is a harsh leader and keeps his men on a tight leash, but he also deeply cares about you all. So, when he came up to you, asking if you were okay and you immediately burst into tears, he was beyond experienced enough to deal with it.

It did take him back for a second, though.

Alby has dealt with a lot of emotional situations. From Minho's stress-induced mental breakdowns behind closed doors to Newt's gay crisis - he's witnessed it all. He's dealt with it all.

It was a strange realisation, and you didn't expect Alby to be the one to point it out, but you became aware of your gender identity.

It was like something clicked.

Alby was the first person you asked to refer to you as they.

And he was the only person for a while. You became close because if that.

Then he accidentally called you they in front of Minho. You panicked but Minho didn't care.

He shrugged it off but started also referring to you as they.

Slowly, you started to tell more Gladers, and all of them were pretty accepting.

You begin to realise that they just don't care. Everyone has bigger things to care about. Sure, the drunk philosophy conversations around a Bonfire about sex, love and gender are interesting. But they don't actually mean anything to the boys. They have far too much on their plates for that to be at the forefront of their concerns.

Even the less accepting boys don't really care. There's a couple of confusing looks or sparky questions, but that's it. Which sucks, but apart from that, everyone is very accepting.

But that doesn't make you any less scared of someone not being accepting.

And that specific person is Newt.

Which is ridiculous.

And you know it's ridiculous.

Newt is easily one of the most accepting person in the Glade, and it's pretty much an open secret that he doesn't like women. If anything, he's the person to go to for any identity or LGBTQ+ issues.

Which is why it would hurt so much if he didn't accept you.

You're only really out to a few people, but it feels like everyone. But despite people's views, they've all agreed to keep it to themselves until you gain the courage to tell everyone. And the next step is telling Newt.

It really doesn't help that you have a small crush on the boy.

Small.

Oh, so small.

Teeny-weeny, you could say.

You are a liar.

You're borderline infatuated.

Deep down, you know Newt will accept you.

But what if he doesn't?

What if you catch him on a bad day? And he laughs at you or tells you to piss off?

The thought is enough to send waves of anxiety through you.

"It's really not a big deal, dude," Minho hums from next to you in his hammock. You've, for some reason, been hanging around the Keeper since Alby exposed you. He's surprisingly good at being a comfort.

Probably from the traumas of the Maze and dealing with stressed Runners.

"It's a big deal to me," you mumble, legs crossed as you draw lines in the dried dirt in the floor in front of you.

The sticks holding Minho up creak as he turns to lie on his side. The other boys are talking around the main area of the Glade, where they just hang out after a hard day's work. Minho often calls it an early night because he doesn't have time for the petty stuff in the Glade.

Which obviously means he has to deal with you and your problems instead.

"Dude, he's not gonna give a shuck. You're buggin' out for no damn reason. Newt's one cool shank, and you know that. Just tell him. Half of us know anyway, and it's only a matter of time before Alby slips up again."

That is a daunting thought.

"But what if he-?"

"What if he doesn't accept me? What if he doesn't like me back? What if he doesn't want to make sweet, sweet love to me all night long because I changed some funny little words about myself?" You look over your shoulder, glaring at the boy as he mocks you. He grins, sitting up in his hammock and attempting to adjust himself.

He almost slips, which is kind of funny.

"Slim it, shank - I'm tellin' ya. It'll be all good. Just... tell him when you're good and ready, if ever." You let out a huff as Minho tries to drop the sarcasm and attempts to be genuine. "Though, I'm am gettin' shuckin' sick of hearing about it, so if you could do it sooner rather than later; it would be appreciated."

You pull your lips into a thin line, grimacing at the boy. "I hate you, you know?"

"Nah," he flops back down. "You love me, really. Now, either shuck off and get some sleep or go get your man - keep me out of it."

You grumble to yourself, walking away and over to your hammock. Well, you get about halfway there when you slow down to look at Newt.

He's casually leaning against a plot holding up a torch, laughing along with Frypan and another boy whose name you can't place. His golden locks are illuminated by the flame and his cool but casual stance makes your heart melt.

You have to tell him.

You want to tell him.

"Screw it," you change your course of direction and start marching over to him. Your stomach is a bundle of knots and you feel like you've just woken up from a rough night of drinking.

But you keep going.

Until you stop dead in your tracks.

God, he's pretty.

He's pretty and kind, and kind of nihilistic, and he's probably the most level-headed person in this place.

How were you ever meant to stand a chance?

So, obviously, your nerves buckle and you decide better.

Nope. You're not doing this.

"(Y/N)?" Newt's accent stops you mid-escape, forcing you to awkwardly spin back around to face him.

"Hey," the word comes out strained as you offer an awkward wave.

"Hey, haven't really seen you about recently," he stands up straight, causally slipping his hands into his pockets. "You a'ight?"

His voice, his hair, his dark eyes - everything about him makes you melt.

No wonder Minho's sick of hearing about this shit.

"Y-" your voice breaks, and you have to clear your throat to hide it, "Yeah, I'm good."

He gives you a nod before vaguely gesturing towards his companions. "You wanna join? Fry managed to get his hands on an early batch of Gally's mystery recipe."

"Nah, I'm good, thanks," you go to leave again, but stop yourself.

You've got to get this over with.

"Actually," you clearly your throat again, "can I, uh, can I talk to you, for a second?"

Newt's eyebrows raise slightly. "Yeah, sure - 'course."

You nod for him to follow you, and he does. You walk to the edge of the Deadheads, where you stop and look at him.

"So, uh..." You very quickly trail off.

Where to start?

Okay, so, I really like you and also I don't fit the gender-binary. Okay, bye.

Yeah, don't think that'll work.

"Are you okay?" He steps closer to you. "You've been distant for the last few weeks - I'm starting to get worried."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have to tell you a couple of things." You glance at the floor before your eyes flickering back up.

"Okay." You hesitate and he continues. "You know you cab tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah, I know... okay, so uh, basically... Okay. I don't identify as male or female, and I go by they/them pronouns - a-and I would appreciate it if you respected... that."

You look him in the eye and he just tilts his head.

"You wanna used they/them?"

"Yep."

"Okay, cool. They/them it is then."

You blink. Once. Twice. And again.

"What?" He asks. "What is it?"

"You're fine with that?"

He smirks, his eyebrows furrowing, amusement written across his face. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well... I just... sorry, I've been buggin' over it."

"Really? C'mon, (Y/N), you know I ain't gonna judge ya."

"Yeah, I know, I was just being dumb."

"Yeah, you were," he rocks on his heels for a second. "Wait, what was the other thing?"

"Huh?"

"You said you had two things to tell me?"

Honestly, the relief that you'd experienced made you completely forget that you're in love with this man.

"Oh, right, yeah, uh... okay, you might actually judge me for this one." You try to laugh it off but he seems concerned more than anything. "I kinda, maybe... like you?" You didn't mean for it to be a question, but that's what it is now.

His expression falters at this.

"W-what?" He splutters out.

Newt isn't sure if he heard you correctly. He's never told anyone, but he's actually had a crush on you since you showed up in the Box. He likes your work ethic and the way you treat people.

So, you'll have to forgive him when his words catch in his throat.

"Ithinkimaybesortahaveamassivecrushonyou."

He blinks. "Okay, one more time, you said that way too fast."

"I really like you, Newt - I have a crush on you."

You're not sure what you expected, but as Newt starts to smile, that familiar feelings of butterflies fills your stomach.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he grins.

"Thank God for that," he scoffs, "I thought you were gonna tell me you're dying or some klunk."

You snort at this, shaking your head. "Nope, not dying."

"Good. Couldn't have my partner dying on me, could I?"

Your eyes widen. No... surely not.

"Partner?"

"Yeah, like a couple," he pauses. "That's the right word... right?"

"...You wanna be a couple?"

"Yep," he pops the p, "believe it or not; I like you too."

"You do?"

"Yeah," he steps forward, standing a few inches away from you. "I do." His eyes fall to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

You nod, leaning in, your noses brush before your lips meet. It's a quick peck, and when you pull apart, he's grinning like an idiot.

"I think we make a pretty good couple, don't you?" He kisses the end of your nose and you roll your eyes.

This has taken me embarrassingly long to get through, so I apologise.

"Couldn't agree more."

Anyway, hope yall enjoyed :))

[amazinglyegg]

Give us the headcanons plsssss

Ask and you shall receive! I wasn't actually expecting anyone to be interested in this so I'm hyped!!

Transfem! Danse Headcanons

I personally think that queerness in general is very normalized in the wasteland

Like, it's 2277. The Brotherhood doesn't give a shit what your gender is. Scribe Haylen would probably do your top surgery on the ground in the police station if you asked politely

What I'm trying to say is if Danse's egg cracks while he's in the Brotherhood "Not wanting to transition to prevent transphobia/sexism/general issues in the workplace" wouldn't be a reason to stay in the closet

It's more of the fact that Danse has created this little niche for himself, that he has so little identity outside of the Brotherhood that he feels the need to hold onto every scrap he has, even if that scrap is, well, "male".

My original idea for the drawing I made was Danse losing a bet/game/etc during his more ~wild~ Knight days and Cutler (plus some other knights) made him wear a skirt/dress/etc as "punishment"

And Danse is embarrassed and whatever, he's being laughed at, and then he goes back to his quarters to change and for the first time actually gets a glance at himself in the mirror and woah

It's more than a bit awkward - the clothes are ratted and don't fit properly, he's probably wearing his flight suit underneath, but there's a flutter in his chest that's more than just the lingering embarrassment of the lost bet

Egg successfully cracked. Now to just push down and hide those feelings about as much as he hid that dress in the back of his closet

I also wouldn't be surprised if he went through an "aw fuck I have a crossdressing kink" phase before he truly realizes he's trans

Partially because A. He's a bit repressed, both sexually and in general, and probably connects dresses and bras and general prettiness to "sexuality" rather than "womanhood", and B. It's common for your sex drive to increase once you start feeling gender euphoria

And he's completely oblivious about it all, too. He talks to trans people and watches his teammates transition and he goes "hmm good for them. I can't ever imagine what that'd be like!" And then prompty locks himself in his room, puts on a dress he "borrowed" from the lost and found, jacks off, and cries for 45 minutes.

It probably doesn't click for him until someone looks him in the eyes and says "hey man, you know you can just... be a girl, right? Like, 24/7 for the rest of your life?" And Danse is like oh my fucking god. Holy shit.

And let's be honest, with how Danse doesn't open up very much, that person would probably be Sole, and it'd probably be post-bb

Dealing with a gender identity crisis ON TOP of a synth identity crisis might be a bit much for him though so... let him take it slow

I would love to see Danse mess with his pronouns a bit - maybe she/they or she/he?

I can imagine him still having a strong attachment to his manhood, due to it being one of the only aspects of himself that really exists and isn't either ripped away from him (like the Brotherhood and Cutler) or a fake memory

So he'll go for demigender or bigender or SOMETHING not binary trans that includes both his current womanhood and his past manhood that he still connects to

The TRANS part of "transfem" is super important to him

Totally not me projecting with my own experiences as transmasc

ALSO I like to imagine he gets gender envy from the WEIRDEST things

Like Sole sneaks this shirt into his laundry:

And he is. Entranced.

Stares at himself in the mirror for the next like ten minutes straight

Haylen knocks on the door like "Hey Danse? buddy? You good in there...?"

And Danse is softly weeping like "I want them to be real... 🥺"

OKAY I'M DONE FOR NOW. I hope you enjoyed transfem Danse rambles. If you read this far congrats here's some pride edits for your commitment:

[my-castles-crumbling]

Ok so I’m the same anon that keeps popping up asking about gender (the one from last week also asking about being on the ace spec) well anyway I’m going away with some friends for a few days. These friends aren’t like my best best friends (key information for later)

Anyway these two friends always refer to me as a girl. Like all the time!!

“Hey girls, …..”

And it’s so annoying, especially bc sometimes I doubt my genderqueerness. It just makes me upset and I know I have no right to be upset bc they are assuming my gender bc I’ve given them no reason to assume otherwise, it’s just it gets me a bit frustrated at them.

So, I’m going away with them now for a few days and I’m thinking maybe I should tell them how I feel about them always referring to me as a girl.

A few problems arise with that however, firstly, I haven’t told anyone about my gender crisis’. Preferably I’d like to come out to a more trusting friend first, like some of my closer friends who know I’m bi. (These two friends don’t know that about me)

Secondly, I have no idea how they would react! They seem open minded sometimes but the very first time I spoke to one of them she said “society these days are too much” literally referring to the lgbtqia+ community. So there’s that.

Any advice? Should I tell them I’m bi for starters, see how they react with that and then talk about gender if it goes well?

Or should I make a subtle comment about like how people should try to be more inclusive with language etc - that way i don’t need to out myself, especially as I’m not ready for that conversation at all as I’m still working it all out.

Ahhh

I just want to feel better, bc everytime they say “girls” it makes me sad.

——

Other than that… thank you so much for helping me!! I think I’m closer to working out my gender now. Ever since you told me I could be genderfluid things are making more sense. Just one more question… could the genders I be fluid with (idk how to word it) be agender and demigirl?? Or does that make no sense!!

Thank you again 💜

Oh my god, "Hey, girls" always gives me the biggest ick! I think it's important to say: it's okay to feel upset about it, even though you haven't said anything. Though I think you're right in saying it's not really their fault, it also sucks to be misgendered.

Okay so with these friends, I think you might be right to feel them out a bit first before you say anything about your actual gender. In an ideal situation, you could just tell them, but since you're not sure how they'll react and this would be your first people coming out to, it would be nice to make sure it's a positive experience.

However, I think you should say something about them referring to you as a girl, before going on a trip with them. But you don't have to get deep into your gender if you don't want to. I'm imagining a conversation like:

You: Hey, I noticed you say things like "hey, girls" a lot. That makes me uncomfortable. Do you think you could not do that?

Them: But why does it matter? Aren't you/we girls?

You: It's not really important what I am, it's just that I'm more comfortable if you say something like "Hey guys" or "hey everyone." You're my friends and I wanted to make sure you know what makes me feel comfortable, because I know you care.

And now it's not as much about your identity, and if they argue, it makes it seem like they don't care about you. Also, I think their reaction to this could be a hint about their reaction to you actually coming out.

Last, as far as what genders you could be fluid with- it could be any genders! What you said makes sense to me, but if it makes sense to YOU, that's most important!

<3

[themculibrary]

Matt & Peter Bond/Mentor Masterlist

5 Times Matt Talks to Peter (ao3) - Quillium G, 4k

Summary: And one time that he talks to Spider-man.

avocado socks and burnt pancakes (ao3) - aloneintherain G, 2k

Summary: “Oh, my GOD,” Karen said.

Peter blinked at her. Karen blinked at him, mouth hanging open. Matt sighed, and said, “Peter. Mask.”

Said mask was still in the kitchen, where Foggy had wrestled it off of the young vigilante earlier, armed with disinfectant and cotton buds and a vicious need to nurture dumbass super-humans.

Peter sank low on his haunches, until only his huge eyes and fluffy hair could be seen over the top of the couch. “Whoopsie.”

but how do you know? (ao3) - deniigiq N/R, 1k

Summary: “How did you know you were gay, Double D?” Peter asked around Valentine’s Day, when Matt was having an existential crisis over whether to get Foggy an apology/Valentine’s Day present or whether to get two separate presents.

(Matt fumbles his way through a gender/sexual identity talk.)

Learning (ao3) - ironxprince G, 1k

Summary: Matt teaches Peter how to be a blind vigilante.

No Lilo, Too Much Stitch (ao3) - notinusenatasha T, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker sitting on a couch.

D-Y-I-N-G.

(It's okay, Daredevil is there. And Claire. And Tony Stark, but he mostly just worries.)

Of Devils and Spiders (ao3) - EchoedFlames T, 873

Summary: How Peter and Matt ended up meeting.

Only the Blind May See (ao3) - Souless_Robot T, 3k

Summary: “Foggy do you remember us taking a case for a Peter Parker?”

Foggy takes a bite of his bagel and chews slowly. Matt can practically hear Foggy’s brain at work, “Parker, no I don’t think so. Why?”

Peter Parker was Spider-man and their firm had taken his case less than four months ago. Foggy and him had defended him against charges in court, they’d won the case of the century for him in court, and neither of them remembered. What the hell was going on?

Or Matt finds files for a case he doesn't remember taking.

Peter Parker (AKA Karma Kicking Matt Murdock’s Ass) (ao3) - Sunshine_3 N/R, 3k

Summary: Peter is an idiot (he tries his best) and ends up getting himself hurt. He seeks out his pal Daredevil for help, but things don’t go quite as planned. Basically, Foggy Nelson does not approve of Matt’s mentoring methods. At all. Matt feels a little guilty, Peter is confused, and really, what else do you need?

small potatoes (ao3) - deniigiq N/R, 1k

Summary: The road between ten and fifteen had been a slow descent into bad and then worse.

(Matt had a hard time in foster-care. It affects the way he relates to Peter.)

Strange Loyalties (ao3) - mothmanfucker666 G, 2k

Summary: Spider-Man gets a little in over his head when he accidentally ends up at the same crime scene as the Punisher.

The Edge Of Reproachfullness { Fatherly Matt Murdock} (ao3) - Jason_Todds_Thigh_Holster N/R, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker was nothing more than a plague. One that only seemed to succeed in ruining lives, causing disaster, and getting people killed.

However, Peter wasn't about to let himself be the death of Matt Murdock too. ____

Or in which Peter still dealing with the loss of his loved ones and self-esteem issues decides to flee. Running away from all of his problems and interchangeably running away from Matt in the process. His mentor grows worried and is unable to accept his absence for what its worth. Ghosting The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen proves to be harder than Peter had originally thought.

What happens when Matt finds him?

The Vigilante Case (ao3) - orphan_account T, 7k

Summary: Peter Parker is having a bad day. He's tired, he's got too much homework, and there's a price on his head. Money is a very good motivator, and half the city has turned on him practically overnight. But amid the easily-angered masses lies a greater danger, and soon Peter's life hangs by a thread. It's a good thing he's so close to Hell's Kitchen. He's going to need a Devil to carry his soul.

(Or: the one where Peter is injured and Matt takes him home.)

Two Lawyers and a Spider (ao3) - Marvelous_Writer G, 2k

Summary: In which Peter is struggling with holding the weight of the world on his shoulders, as well as his own problems and winds up having a bad panic attack on a sidewalk in Hell’s Kitchen when he’s hanging out with Matt and Foggy.

Wildly Out of Wing (ao3) - prettybirdy979 T, 4k

Summary: Daredevil's not a team player. He's barely cares that there are other people like him, working on the streets to keep their city safe - it's just not important to him.

Course that was before Spider-Man dropped into his part of the city and he figured out the kid was actually a kid. He's not a team player but damned if he's letting a kid do this alone - or at all.

If he could just get Spider-Man to listen...

[tricky-pockets]

Alright, so there's an Uncomfortable Gender Thing that I've been ruminating on for some time, mainly that although I'm definitely bi, I seem to be significantly less attracted to cis women.

And that feels weird and bad and complicated. It makes me question myself about definitely being attracted to trans women - like, what's up with that? Am I doing a weird chaser thing? Oh god.

But no. That's not it in the slightest. It's just easier for me to feel attracted to someone when I'm confident that they can perceive my gender identity the same way I do. I know that other trans people can do that. In general, I have more confidence in queer people's ability to do that.

(and there's more going on here; I'm kind of having a mid-transition sexuality crisis. More on that in later posts, probably.)

The point I'm approaching is that t4t attraction can be uniquely vibrant and that doesn't make it some kind of shitty fetishization. Sometimes it's just that you have more experiences in common. Or that trans people are doing gender on purpose, which is attractive (it just is). Or that gender euphoria gets layered into the attraction because if you're seeing them as the gender they are, that proves it's possible for you to be seen as the gender you are, which obviously feels good.

It's good and I'm gonna stop worrying about it.

[aggressivedaikons]

kind of important, kind of not? personal update thingy idk :v

tldr: i like the names Rion and Pax (THIS ONE THE MOST) for kin reasons along with my name Tristan.

long ver:

hhhhhh uh so for a little while now, I've been really heavily debating my name n such. I use a fake name online (i do respond to it irl though lmao) and for now it's been Tristan. I'm honestly super really happy with it and like it a lot. But at the same time, I just feel lacking, and I have certain kinshifts that I really lean towards.

Dave/Will are somewhat taken by a few moots (NO SHADE THERE GUYS POP OFF YOU GO HONEY!!!) and honestly, I don't even connect with them as much either.

So, after a long debate with myself over how cringe it would be considered to kin a certain character and such and how I'd feel admitting it, I decided to suck it up and face it. ccid. so uhhhh yeah!

I know not too many people i know here are really that aware of the transformers lore, but holy crap. oh my god. I kin Orion Pax SO HARD. iykyk esp with my insane fixation on Optimus prime, I love my baby man to bits and know how he feels on a spiritual level. He is so awesome and sweet and fun raaaggggghghghghghghgh

So yeah, in order of preference, though not strict, Tristan/Pax/Rion.

as for why I chose Rion instead of Orion, A. KWITE. if you know, YOU KNOW. (I love the hoodie, back off. kwitetrap supremacy), and B. Orion sounds so basic I'm sorry 😭 not to shade anyone I'm sorry but it just doesn't feel right. and it's TOO gender neutral yk??? Rion sounds really similar to Ryan, and I love that name so much. So, think of it more as Tristan/Pax/Ryan, heck I'll even use Ryan too that can be a secret between whoever actually reads my identity crisis rambling eheheh

yeah I am so tired here take a picture of my bbg kin he's so neat ESPECIALLY in the Orion Pax arc of tfp season 2.

hes so babygirl am i right????????? he is so huggable just like watch the first three episodes of Transformers: Prime S2. yes you will have no context but still... he's so amazing. hes me 🫶

[elllteo]

12, 18, 27, & 44

OOO YEEEASSS

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot:

Do I Even Need To Say It....

--SIKE ITS SYLVIA COMING IN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

Sylvia is my wife's oc and they're extremely funny and the coolest little weirdo on the block. I love them and their tortured existence (burdened with knowing both sides of Matteo + Ellis' romance and unable to break the news bc its not their business) (but by fucking god they want the madness to end PLEASE)...also I think they should smooch vance a lot :) thank u

18. Any OC crackships? Oh god there's a lot that could be terrible here, UH HMM.

Matteo and Cassius is one - Cassius is a villain that gets detained for a number of Super Awful Crimes and he and Matteo HATE each other with a passion. There could be a weird little one-sided obsession thing going on there if you squinted so hard you went blind. Also I filled out this enemies meme for them one time so here's that :)

Ellis and Vance? ? ?? - Vance likes Ellis a lot he's his scrunkly (see this image) but it's not quite a romantic thing, so much as he likes to Observe him the way one observes a neighborhood cat who wont let you get close enough to pet, but will let you feed it....Ellis doesn't have much of an opinion of vance beyond "I respect him" and "He's very good at what he does" and "Jesus christ that man is tall."

27. Any OC's that were inspired by a song?

Not really any I've done any actual lore with!! I've done a few scattered designs here or there but their development fizzles out quickly. Usually I make a character first to fit a story/plot hole, and then apply songs to them from there :3

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

That they are so....me!!!!!

Not to be too sentimental I guess but I have become the person I am today by projecting the ideal person I wanted to be onto Matteo. I related more to the kind of soft and silly sarcastic little scruffy gender? ?? ? identity of him than of the person I thought I should be - some brooding "cool" persona. He gave me something to learn from and aspire to - and from there I have learned to be more kind and gentle and accepting of myself and others by exploring gender and identity and emotions and crisis and trauma through not only Matteo, but every other oc I have. (And a handful of my wifes ocs, thank u @peanutbudder-princess <333)

My ocs are the way I process the world, myself, the way I connect to others and express complex or nuanced emotions or dynamics that I can't normally / won't have a chance to otherwise. It's a very cathartic way to process things and I love them very much for that!! :3

TY for asking questions, these were lots of fun!!!! >:]c

[mythicandco]

9, 10, 21, 22

9. When did you realize you weren't cishet?

it was really gradual! it all started back in 2020 when I first became chronically online- I noticed people were using they/them as a default a lot and I didn't want to make people feel bad for calling me by pronouns that I didn't use, so I made my pronouns she/they for accessibility. and then the Horrors began /lh

no but then I started getting really disillusioned with Pure Girlhood and eventually added he/him to my pronoun set and it was all downhill from there. I don't know what's going on currently but it's rainbow staticky eldritch goop. that's my gender. it's also what comes out of me if you were to gut me. I have never read Homestuck. next question

10. Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you're cis or trans):

people saying I have "trans swag" or calling me "gender". oh my god all I want is for people to look at me and think "whoa that's a cool looking... person-thing." rather than "oh wow that girl is so beautiful and girly" (for a long time I didn't wear skirts. now I wear long flowy ones!! they're lovely I love them. but I hate short skirts blegh)

21. What message would you give to your younger self?

chief I would just start crying. that little pink-loving blonde dinosaur special interest girlboss who was scared of fnaf just. isn't me anymore and I'm so fucking scared that who am I now is a persona and secretly this whole time I've just been lying to myself about who I am, and now I don't fucking know anymore.

but after that small identity crisis I would start telling her all about Amphibia and Gravity Falls and that she can kiss girls and it's totally cool !! infodumping to my younger self. I think she would delight in that knowledge and to know that I'm not a totally miserable mess in the future

I'd also ask her what the hell the plot of Portals: The Magic Discovered was because I started writing it when I was eight and it was really well-made and I had a plan for fifty chapters and I remember almost NOTHING of where I was going with it, but I really want to rewrite it sometime

22. How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

I exist. maybe talk about being gay a little more than usual /lh

[myrrhmaidwrites]

i am SO interested in jdtz r63 podcasters olympics….. would u be willing to tell us more.........

This is one of the few WIP titles that is a little misleading, haha. I’ve mentioned it on here before, and it even has a tag (gender fic) but to summarize here as well, it’s a jdtz wlw fic where Jamie figure skates for Team Canada and Trevor plays hockey for Team USA. They meet after the 2026 Olympics at a US vs Canada women’s game in Toronto. It’s right after Jamie has decided she’s going to retire and so she has a lot of Feelings going on. Trevor invites her to be on a podcast Trevor hosts and they end up staying in touch.

Spending more time with Trevor and her hockey crowd also leads to Jamie spending more time with women who present in a more masc way and maybe don’t even identify as women at all, which is really eye opening for Jamie. (Women in figure skating are really encouraged to present as feminine.) So Jamie is going Through It with this whole identity crisis. Meanwhile, Trevor is also going Through It but I still need to figure out exactly what It is.

Here’s an excerpt! It’s very cheerful compared to the angst I described above, but hopefully you enjoy.

“Oh, look at this one.” Trevor rushes over to a white couch with gold accent pillows and plops down. “Great fabric, very comfortable.” She leans back, back, further into the couch.

Jamie can see a strip of stomach where her sweater has ridden up.

She swallows and looks away.

“Not my type,” she says.

“Boo.” Trevor pushes herself off the couch. “But okay. We’ll find something. You said you wanted a dark color, right?”

“Yeah. For cleaning.”

“So practical,” Trevor says.

Before, it would have felt like an insult, but now she can read the tease in the arch of Trevor’s eyebrow.

“Oh my god,” Trevor begins.

“What?” Jamie asks, but Trevor is already speeding towards— “No way.”

“Jamie, you have to.”

“Absolutely not.”

It’s a couch patterned like a massive Canadian flag, the bright red maple leaf taking up the middle of the back and the seat.

“Aren’t you a patriot? An Olympian?”

“No, Trev, shh, please do not—”

“Don’t you want to wake up and think of your national pride every day? As a major supporter of Canada’s national sport—”

“Canada has two national sports,” Jamie protests uselessly. “Lacrosse—”

“Don’t you—wait, what? Seriously?

“Yes,” Jamie says.

Trevor starts cackling. “This is the best thing I’ve ever learned about Canada.”

“I can’t take you anywhere,” Jamie says.