So, my dad is extremely transphobic. I also recently learned he thinks of himself as being like Scott Pilgrim (and thinks of my mom as being his Ramona Flowers). Because of this, I've decided to headcannon Scott as trans out of spite. Help me choose what specifically I should headcannon them as (if it helps you choose, my dad is the more bigoted agaisnt transneutral people then he is transmasc or transfem people).
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syringes
leon helps you out with taking your hormones!
cw; needles, injections, testosterone/estrogen shots, gn!trans!reader, gender of reader unspecified, ftm!reader, mtf!reader, nb!reader, yes nb people take hormones talk to a brick wall, i haven't written leon in so long wtf, leon can be cis or ftm in this idc this is up for your interpretation!
a/n; i apologize if any of this is inaccurate! i'm not someone who takes hormones intramuscularly- when i eventually do start, i'm probably gonna go with a low-dose gel.
injections suck, leon knows that first hand. he's had to take his fair share of them in his time with the D.S.O., especially in Spain. shots, injections, drips- he's had them all, and every time, they suck.
so of course, he wants to help you with your monthly hormone injections. when you told him about being trans, he was... confused, to say the least. he had plenty of questions and you had been patient with him because you know he wanted to understand and support you the best he can.
"hey," leon's voice snaps you out of your trance, his hand on your shoulder giving you a little squeeze.
"you alright?" he asks, crisp blues roaming your face cautiously. you nod, and to which, he smiles.
"yeah, im alright. just... thinking." you tell him, watching as he grabs one of the 22 gauge needles and pokes it through the top of the bottle containing the hormones you take.
"'bout what?" he asks, eyes locked on the numbers lining the length of the syringe.
"just... stuff." with that, he nods and extracts the syringe from the small vial. with care, he taps out the air bubbles. you shimmy the waistband of your pants down past your hips, then fold the waistband of your underwear down once. you shift your hips forward a bit to give Leon easier access.
he kneels before you, then places one hand securely on your hip to bunch up the skin, his own warm and comforting despite what's coming. he looks up at you through the curtain of thick blonde fringe.
"ready, hun?" he asks, the needle just centimeters from your skin. you place your hand on his shoulder for support.
"yeah." he's gentle as he inserts the syringe into you, as gentle as he can when it comes to this, and injects the clear liquid into you. it's never a pleasant feeling, your hand gently gripping his shoulder for added comfort, but it's necessary for you. he understands and luckily never makes you feel bad about it- you probably wouldn't be with him if he did.
once all the liquid has been injected, he removes the syringe and quickly places a bandaid overtop. after he caps the syringe and safely disposes of it, he kisses your cheek.
"good job, baby. i'm proud of you." he ruffles your hair affectionately as you readjust your underwear and pants. his praise always makes you blush, and now is no different.
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Conservatives/T*RFS: “Cut your hair take those pronouns out of your bio and wear the suit to your wedding”
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“Best I can do you is intensely self identifying with the male half of a fictional MF relationship that you would probably hate”
***And it won’t stop me from simply headcanoning said charcather to be transfemme like me : p***
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