#transmac reader

“So mom..” You cleared your throat as you sat across from her. Your heart was beating quicker and a sinking feeling kept appearing in your stomach.

“What is it?” She asked, wondering what you wanted to tell her that was so important.

“I’m trans..” You said after gaining enough courage to tell her, but not enough courage to look at her. You could hear the chair screech against the floor and her walking over to you.

You were met with a hard slap to your face, and soon a few more came along. “I didn’t raise you to be like this Y/n!” She shouted, you could only try and cover yourself from her hits as best as you could, but not her harsh words.

“You want to be a boy so bad huh!? I’ll treat you like a fucking boy!” She yelled at you and soon stopped hitting you. She only continued to yell and yell at you for who knows how long, you ended up yelling at her too, and soon left.

You texted Mikey asking if you could come over for a bit which he said yes to. When you arrived at his house he was happy to see you till you looked like you were on the verge of tears, the slap marks on your face weren’t helping either.

“Oh my- are you alright? What happened?” He asked as he allowed you inside. “My mom..she hates the fact I don’t want to be what I was assigned at birth haha..” You sniffled and rested your head on Mikey’s shoulder once the two of you sat down.

“Oh, Y/n..” Mikey sighed and rubbed your back, holding you as close to him as he possibly could. “I knew she’d be mad, but not this mad.” You mumbled and clung onto Mikey as tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Who cares about what she thinks? She doesn’t control your life, Y/n. I support you with whatever decision you make.” He said, his voice low and comforting making your body relax.

“Thank you, Mikey..”

“Anytime, you are someone dear to me remember? It’s my job to make you feel better.”

- I think Dwayne wants to be as involved as he can be in your transition!!

- He likes hearing you talk about it, he tries his best to comfort you if you have any anxieties the day before the appointment

- While I think Dwayne might be disappointed he couldn't be with you for the first dose of the day, if you take shots he wants to be with you for the second

- And if you're afraid of needles, but still take shots? It's alright Dwayne is going to be there for you

- He's the kind of guy to kiss the injection area, kiss your lips, then tell you how proud he is

- "My brave boy" 🦋🦋🦋

- And if you want, he's okay with doing some of your doses for you

- His touches are gentle and he has a steady hand <33

- Plus I think Dwayne loves the idea of helping and providing this kind of thing for his lover

- I think he'd enjoy collecting your leftover T bottles

- Like!! He'd find ways to make necklaces and alter the bottles to make earrings out them

- If you decide to take testosterone gel, I think Dwayne's going to tease you a little bit

- He can smell it and it's certainly a scent

- While he can smell testosterone in shot form, it's a lot more pungent it's all over your shoulders sitting for 4 hours

“Okay, inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. just like that,” He says as he holds the needle, smiling at you. Kind as he could be at times, Satan wanted to instill confidence in you. "It'll be over soon, Mc. It won't even hurt, trust me."

Satan's moves were calculated as he correctly prepared your dosage and it looked to you like he was enjoying it a little too much. Perhaps, you thought, he had worked as a nurse at some point during his long life. Or maybe he was happy to finally be able to put his knowledge into practice, either way, the expression on his face managed to calm you down and you held his face between your hands, pulling him to you and placing a sweet kiss on his forehead, laughing as a rosy color crept into his cheeks.

"I couldn't thank you enough for helping me," you smiled, threw your head back and closed your eyes. "Every time feels like the first time, I get a little too anxious and suddenly I can't remember the procedure even though I know. Does that make sense?"

Satan laughed softly and nodded. His icy fingers made contact with your thigh looking for a suitable spot for the injection, making you jump in your seat at the difference in temperature between you. "It's quite common to feel this way and I'll be here whenever you need me, darling." He murmured, his emerald eyes gleamed and he smirked. "Are you ready?"

"Um, yes. Let's do this.” Your eyes widened and your body tensed as you became aware of the approaching needle. Satan looked at you and sighed, asking you to close your eyes in the same soft tone he used during the lazy mornings shared together in his bed.

"I want you to count to three out loud." He declared.

Taking a deep breath, you counted in a shaky voice. "One."

You swallowed hard. You didn't like that needle, you didn't like the pain, you held the sheet between your hands and counted again, hearing a positive murmur coming from Satan.

"Two."

The demon's hand rested on your thigh again and the phantom sensation of the needle pressing into your skin made you shiver, but you forgot about it and opened your mouth to count one more time, mentally preparing yourself for what would happen after "three."

 Suddenly, you felt a prick on your leg and a pained groan escaped your lips. It was done and still, you wish he'd let you know - although if he had done so, you would never have received the injection for fear of the needle.

Satan laughed, putting a band-aid over your thigh. "Don't look at me like that, my love, I had the best of intentions, I swear!"

“Liar, you hurt me and you lied to me. How can I live like this?” Dramatically you dropped onto your bed, hiding your face over your hand. And your dear demon soon came to join you after properly disposing of the needle and all other used things.

“Gee, would you forgive me if I read your favorite book to you?” He faked a pained and almost tearful voice as he reached for your hand to hold it lightly. And you took the initiative to intertwine your hand with his, looking at him doubtfully, despite having already made up your mind.

“Yes, yes, your punishment is to read me three more chapters of my favorite book.” You declared solemnly, but started laughing at his expression. Three chapters weren't enough for him and you knew his curiosity would make him read more than that, well at least you'd spend the morning together as usual, plus you'd love the sound of his voice. “Now come on, start soon, otherwise I won’t forgive you until the end of the year.”

- As I said before, and I will die on this hill, Eddie finds so much comfort in having a partner who is also on the bigger side !!

- And I'd imagine that having Eddie around could be a source of comfort too

- Like ?? With fatness comes traits that you and Eddie share like thicker thighs and a bigger chest than other men

- It's small details that Eddie and other fat men possess that could definitely aid dysphoria on rough days

- Not to mention that Eddie gives you unconditional praise, giving daily reminders of how handsome you are

- He would do absolutely everything for you and spend so much time hunting on the internet for supplies for you

- It's growing difficult to find binders in your size? He'll do whatever he can to get you something custom

- Whether it be the standard binder that matches your skin or something more flashy and fashionable, Edward is very keen on getting it for you and making sure it's a perfect and safe fit

- Or if you're post-op?? Oh if they're healed please let Edward trace your top surgery scars

- They're definitely one of his favorite aspects of you

- Seeing you take action to make yourself happy sends Eddie over the moon, reminds him of his own motives to take action himself to make Gotham a better place

- Not to mention if the surgery was fresh he has a great excuse to call off work and help you recover

- And totally be as clingy and doting he wants to be

- With you both being on the bigger side, it brings Eddie's favorite thing: sharing clothes

- I wholeheartedly believe that Edward once started out his Riddler disguise in some cheap, dark green hoodie his logo painted on with equally cheap paint

- think of that really shitty 1st spiderman costume/hoodie from the Tobey Maguire movies

- Congratulations you found yourself a comfort hoodie