Alright, let's do this one last time.

My name is Sasha Michaels, and I'm a digital artist and translator.

I live with my two boyfriends, who tolerate me for reasons probably, and I work remote jobs for a variety of reasons having mostly to do with the fact that the smell of another omega in heat gives me panic attacks. I'm still not over the tragic backstory, like even a little bit, but I have Marlo and I have Z and you know what -- I'm doing pretty okay. 

And then — 

— and then the world goes green and he's outside, still barefoot, in an unfamiliar city. 

"Hi, Sasha!" 

The person who knows his name doesn't smell like an alpha or an omega. This is probably less weird than the fact that all his skin below his neck is scales. 

— both of those things are pretty weird, actually, but yes. 

"Hi," he says. 

"You look older. Did you run into something weird?"

"...I have no idea what's going on, I'm not sure where I am, and I dont know who you are, sorry." 

"Okay, well, hi, I'm Chris Parker, you look exactly like this guy I'm sleeping with except a decade older."

"Hi, Chris Parker, I'm Sasha Michaels, I'm 25, what city is this?" 

"New York City. Weird shit central."

(As if to prove the point, a person who is on fire flies down the street. No one looks up.) 

"What the fucking fuck." 

"Yeah, that's one of the Fantastic Four. Not that fantastic, if you ask me."

"I..... guess. 

Do you have anywhere that I can stay." Preferably somewhere that doesn't have other omegas there but he'll deal. 

"Do you prefer a giant penthouse with a billionaire or the sewers with a bunch of homeless mutants?"

"....I'll take not the sewers and an explanation of what you mean by mutants." 

He starts walking. 

"...You're not from this universe, are you?"

"...everything went very green and then suddenly I was in New York and there's flying people on fire and I'm ten years younger here so I'm going to go with no I'm not."

"Mutants are people like me. We have a mutation on a gene called the X-Gene which makes us have powers. For example, I can heal other mutants, and I also resemble a lizard. Your other self's boyfriend Lev can find patterns in information. My girlfriend Rachel mind-controls people into being attracted to her."

"....cool." There are a lot of responses he could have but cool is probably the right one. 

"Are you dating a Lev? He's cute, he turns bright red and stops being able to speak English whenever I hit on him."

"My boyfriends' names are Marlo and Z." 

He makes a face.

"Is Marlo the sort of person who would take an experimental serum in order to turn into a supersoldier so that he could fight Nazis, and then they want to use him for PR and he's like 'no, fuck this' and starts single-handedly liberating a bunch of concentration camps?"

"....there's a lot to unpack in that question but it doesn't sound wrong?" 

"I mean I don't know exactly how people being the same people in different dimensions works but it is very possible your boyfriend is Captain America."

The chances of a Korean guy being recruited as a PR figure in World War 2 seem... low. "I don't know who Captain America is." 

"He's the most famous superhero in the world. He, like, helped defeat Hitler, and then he fell into the Arctic and was frozen for eighty years, and then someone found him and woke him up and he saved the world a bunch of times." He sighs. "I met him!"

"....my world does not have superheroes and if Marlo were a superhero I would know about it, but alternate universes are weird and anything's possible I guess."