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Quick Tip: Expanding and Contracting Text in Green Screen by DoInk

Welcome to our quick tip tutorial on expanding and contracting text in Green Screen by DoInk! This tip also applies to other segments used in the App, like photos or animations! In this blog post and accompanying video tutorial, we'll explore how to dynamically animate text to create engaging visual effects. Whether you're a teacher adding flair to educational videos or a content creator enhancing your projects, mastering this technique will elevate your productions and captivate your audience.

What you will learn:

Introduction to expanding and contracting text in Green Screen by DoInk

Quick tip guide on animating text for visual impact

Tips and techniques for creating smooth and eye-catching text animations

Real-world examples showcasing the versatility of animated text

Elevating your projects with captivating typography

With Green Screen by DoInk, creating dynamic text animations is both easy and impactful. Whether you're highlighting key points, emphasizing titles, or adding visual flair, mastering this technique is essential for crafting captivating visuals that leave a lasting impression.

[holeodemony]

My brain when I see her:

My darling. My sweet. мой милый. 恋人. My beautiful lover. Mio dolce amore. It has been nigh a full moon's course since we gave last met, and yet my heart aches without the soothing balm that is your touch. Your mere gaze does more than a million years of rest. Your hair like locks of an auburn Autumn's breeze. With thine absence, my longing has grown unbearable. Your name is like a curse upon my ear — it's very murmur makes my heart race. You are the sun in my day, my moon and stars at night, guiding me every waking moment. It is an honour to be in your presence, my love.

What I actually say when I see her:

Uh. Hi!! Hello. Yes. Um. Youre alive. Good, good. Uh can y. oh. You're pretty. I forgot how pretty you are. Uh. Are. You sure you like me?? Like im an 8 at best and youre a goddamn goddess uh. Well hello there again uhm. Yes. Could. Could we hold hands? No? Ok ok cool whatever you say. Uh. I. Love you a lot. Wait no I said that out loud fuck— nothing I said nothing uh. Wow youre pretty. Like. What's the word for prettier than pretty. Uh. Ultra pretty. Yeah that

[affluent-havoc]

Soooo, several days ago, I learned that I have an intolerance to parsley. Which it got me thinking about my favorite blorbos and how they'd handle that kinda stuff. Would have written this ramble the day of or the day after. Got really tired though better late than never! Makoto: Handles it all optimistically but still unhappy about the ordeal. A bit of it is him is more in shock that this would happen though, being blind sighted to all of this. Would not be shocked if he completely forgot that food intolerances were a thing and mentally classified stuff like peanut allergies and lactose intolerance as their own things. As for handling the sickness itself, out of the trio, he'd be most prone to vomiting and would probably just let it happen more than vigorously trying to keep it all in, being sure to scurry his way to the restroom to do so. Byakuya: Man is COMPLAINING. Not that that's a crazy concept. The heir's dramatic like that. Feel Byakuya would be mentally beating himself up for this, as if he could have foreseen any of this which is a very big ask anyway. Then again, in his eyes, he eats good, doesn't ingest any junk foods, probably ensures he's not indulging too much on sweets and then, one day, he's getting punished for all of this even though he's got the highest ranking chefs right around the corner and avoids processed foods like the plague. Feel out of the trio, he'd be very determined not to vomit and would do anything in his power to ensure that doesn't happen. I like to think Byakuya rarely gets sick due to being very carful so, when in sick situations, he doesn't handle them as gracefully as he'd like to admit.

Kyoko: A bit of a middle ground between Makoto and Byakuya. Not completely beating herself up for all of this, not entirely blind sighted. Probably thought of this happening at least a few times. Feel she handles nausea better than either of the boys as well. I like to think that her being a detective, seeing many corpses on the daily, seeing, hearing, smelling human bodies probably at their most decrepit states, that's caused her to become desensitized to her own icky bodily feelings. Not that she's some super human who can easily tank these illnesses but it being more being a thing she's mentally good at acknowledging. At the end of the day, she logically knows she's seen worse, delt with worse, experienced worse shit. Basically, she's seen so many corpses that vomiting is nothing for her.

Spoiler part of the post! Be warned! One other thing of note regarding all of them is that I feel they'd all handle it differently depending on if they learned of a potential food intolerance during their Hopes Peak days (though gosh that would suck ASS having their memories wiped and then forgetting about a food intolerance only to have it happen AGAIN) during their time working for the Future Foundation (and inevitably going behind their back to do stuff with fixing the Remnants of Despair) and handing it way into their older years when they're working as mostly responsible adults. For their Hopes Peak days, I feel Makoto just handles this all normally. A bit in shock but he just takes a sick day. Byakuya, I like to think is oddly taking a sick day too though still trying to work. At the end of the day, he's not like Taka, more of a workaholic with his company than in school. Feel he reads if he can while sick like this or do Togami Conglomerate work remotely. Maybe read stuff online if he gets desperate. Feel Kyoko's the same too. Taking a sick day though still being able to keep up with the work load she has due to taking a day off. For their Future Foundation years, they're all in the same "Must work" mindset due to the bigger stakes going on. Feel some of that also lingers well into their years in the future. Gotta love the trio suffering together B]

[starlightkun]

finished my ghost!jisung fic 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁(its 1am and i have work tomorrow)😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

[nox-in-a-box]

better than yours at least, jani

I just wanted to draw them holding hands...instead I drew everything but that.

[ririleil]

fake dating // r. suna

tags: friends/fake dating to real lovers, timeskip!suna, fem!reader is a resident doctor, love confession, suna confesses he was a dumbass back in highschool, two idiots in love, suna may be ooc here i am so sorry, wc: 3k

seeing suna get coddled and surrounded by your family members at your cousin's wedding reception was a sight you probably could never get used to. 

what started off as a joke–a desperate and last-minute (but still a joke, mind you) text asking for a plus one– turned into this:  

suna rintarou, your closest male friend and one whom you reconciled with after so many years of life taking you both in different directions, was effortlessly charming his way to your family's heart through warm introductions and small talk as if he wasn't the most indifferent, blunt, and annoying man you've met in your entire life. 

you hadn't expected him to pay any mind to that text you sent, much less agree to be your fake boyfriend just to put off your family's persistent nagging of finally getting one. but his response to your "joke" was just as quick and blatant as his personality that you weren't even sure if he was joking around or being serious. 

suna: yeah sure, im down with that. send me the dress code.

and now there he was, sitting at one of the tables and looking irritatingly and unfairly handsome with his baby blue dress shirt tucked and sleeves slightly rolled up that showed his defined forearms. dark hair slicked back that showed a bit more of his forehead, and posture, lax as ever yet aura radiating silent confidence. 

it was frustrating. 

your aunts hovered around him like bees on a flower. your uncle clapped him on the back like they were old pals. your mother and grandmother were surprised, but welcomed him warmly nonetheless. even your father, who usually had a sharp and strict eye for potential suitors and just wanted the best for his daughter, looked pleased with his presence. treating him like a son, in fact. your family seemed to love his smooth responses after interviewing him like some celebrity. 

well, he is technically one though. you reckoned this was something he had to deal with from time to time as the middle blocker from EJP Raijin and one of the key players from the National Volleyball Team. 

meanwhile, you were there stood off to the side, sipping your champagne and watching the scene in disbelief. you certainly hadn’t expected suna to be good and surprisingly sociable at this. he blended in so well with your family it got you worrying about the consequences that would happen sooner after this. 

“you should've done that sooner, you know.” a voice interrupted your thoughts.

you look to your side to see your younger brother walking up right next to you, holding a plate of his favorite dessert as he took a bite while watching suna from afar. 

“done what? i'm not sure what you're talking about.” 

“i know you're fake-dating that dude, suna.” 

you shot him a surprised look, which transitioned into a glare. 

“you knew? when?” 

he scoffed, looking at you like this was some obvious trick up your sleeve. “the moment you texted me you were bringing in someone. you'd never do something like that unless you’re trying to avoid another setup by our family. i know you're irritated by them recommending you guys to marry.” 

you let out a sharp exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“this was supposed to be just a joke. an act. just to stop them from nagging. but now it feels so real, it's starting to get concerning.” 

“yeah, well, joke’s on you. he’s actually pulling it off.” your brother looked back to the crowd, watching suna carrying one of your very younger cousins by the arm. 

“i didn't expect that guy to be all approachable though. he seemed a lot more distant when i saw him back when we were studying in inarizaki.” 

“he isn't. and he wasn't exactly that distant too. if you get to know him, he's actually very random and does things to annoy you just to get a reaction out of you. he's a pretty weird guy but fun around to be with. well... that's how it is with me that is.” you rambled out.

your brother gave you a confused stare.

“what's with that look.” you said, coming off more as a statement rather than a question.

“you sure there's nothing going on between you two? like, nothing at all?” 

“what? no. we're just friends.”

“yeah, uh-huh. just friends.” he snorted. “have you seen the way he looks at you? it's pathetic. i feel bad for the guy.”

you rolled your eyes, not truly believing a word your brother said. 

in truth, you had liked suna. truly. 

it started off as simple— as friends in high school. and you weren't even sure how it happened at first. 

maybe it was when you both had always bumped into each other that you started to notice him. maybe it was how you took the chance to finally approach him and you realized how easy it was to talk to him whether it was everything or nothing to talk about. then somewhere along the way in your highschool years that friendship slipped into something deeper without you even realizing it. 

but by the 3rd year when he got himself a girlfriend, you had to draw the line because that's when you started to realize that you had feelings for him. 

though heartbroken as you were, you were happy for him. 

truly.  

so you slipped away—quietly, carefully— telling yourself that distance would make it easier. even if it never really did.

after graduation, you eventually moved to tokyo for university. to attend a prestigious school so you could chase your dreams in becoming a doctor whereas suna travelled to shizuoka to become a professional volleyball player. suna and you hadn't really interacted since then, aside from the occasional likes on each other's social media posts. 

strange, isn't it? how just before you were talking everyday about everything and now the only thing connecting you both were just hollow double taps on social media and nothing more…  

that is until the miya twins’ 22nd birthday when you saw him again. all familiar yet different all at once. and somehow, after all this time, it was easy to fall back into place with him.

now, standing here, after graduating med school and just entered residency, it felt just the same as when you were both in highschool. 

it felt like he had never really left your life at all. 

“your eyes are just playing tricks on you.” you grumbled, taking another sip of your champagne. 

“keep denying, sis.” your brother said, softer this time. “but a man knows when another one is hoping for something more.” 

“what's that supposed to mean—” 

“mind if i steal your sister for a dance?” 

a familiar voice came out behind you. you turned around to see suna smiling softly, his voice cutting through your thoughts like a blade. you felt his calloused hand, a hand that's been molded from all those years of volleyball, reaching out for yours…

…and without thinking, you let him take it. 

like he’d always had a claim to it. 

“go ahead, she's all yours anyways.” 

.

.

.

“how's my resident doctor doing?” suna asked, slipping an arm around your waist and twisting you around for a twirl. the touch felt like fire, burning into every sensation of your tactile fibers and igniting every nerve. you kept a straight expression, even though inside, you were panicking. 

“not bad, thanks for asking. how's my athlete boyfriend doing, though?” you teased, earning a chuckle out of him and when you looked a little close enough, a little red on the ears too.

“not bad too, babe. your family is actually fun to hang out with.”

you laughed at the nickname babe. as much as you hated how corny it was, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of heat warming up your cheeks— especially hearing it from your highschool crush.

though, that feeling didn't last long as you recalled the problem of this entire facade. 

 “seriously though, what's up? you've been frowning ever since you got here.” he pointed out, voice softening as he picked up a shift in your mood. 

“i'm just… worried what would happen if we ended up breaking things off. this fake relationship, i mean.”

“why would you think that?” 

“well…”

you spelt it out for him as you both continued your dance, words twirling as your bodies did. you told suna that the consequences had been gnawing at you since the moment this whole charade began. your family had warmed up to him too quickly—your mom already slipping in personal questions, your younger cousins clinging to him like an older brother, your dad finally relaxing in the presence of someone you “trusted”. if you suddenly broke this off, if they found out it was all a lie, that it had just been a temporary cover, the disappointment would be crushing for you. it would spiral into awkward explanations, misplaced blame, and relentless questions. that would be more infuriating than them giving you suitors to marry.

the trust they’d placed in you and the hope they’d built around him would all unravel and break into pieces. the idea was that you weren’t just faking a relationship. it was like faking a future, as well.

and that’s why ending it would feel more complicated than it ever should’ve been.

“then do we really need to break things off?”

“what?”

you both stopped dancing at that point. suna met your gaze, a soft and unmistakable look in his hooded grayish yellow eyes. eyes that you always loved to look at. 

“i'm just saying… does it have to end?” 

you blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. the noise of laughter and music around the lively venue had slowly dulled into the background. the sound resembling tinnitus in your ears. he scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a second. 

“sure, it started as a favor for your family but it doesn’t feel fake anymore. not to me. not when you held onto me by the arm as we walked into the reception. actually, i think before that even.”

air got caught in your throat, making it harder to breath.

“i know we didn’t plan for it to get this far, and maybe asking this of you would be too fast but…” he went on, speaking quieter now. softer. 

“but somewhere between pretending and now… i think i stopped acting.”

you looked at him—really looked at him. the boy you used to talk with everyday in highschool. the one who used to feel so far away in your 3rd year. and now here he was, standing right in front of you, saying everything you never expected to hear.

but before you could open your mouth, someone called out your name. 

“sorry, dear y/n! rinnie promised me a dance!” 

it was your aunt. you turned your head to her voice to see your gleeful aunt pulling suna's arm for a dance. 

“ah. aunt suzume.” both of you muttered at the same time. before your aunt got a chance to drag him away from you, you said with your voice low but your heart pounding…

“come meet me at the pool later. there's something we need to talk about.” 

he nodded with a smile. not a teasing smile this time—just one full of understanding.

.

.

.

the festive music, the laughter, and the chattering from your family inside the reception faded more and more as you stepped closer outside, replaced by the soft hum of the crickets and the occasional splash of water echoing in the quiet night. 

you decided to sit on a chair near the edge of the pool as you waited for suna. the fresh evening air that greeted your face when you stepped outside was cool but the thoughts in your head ran around too warm to leave your mind.

he showed up around 5 minutes later or more with hands in his pockets and shoulders a little stiff. there was no smirk nor a lazy grin on his face. it was just suna but serious in a way he rarely ever was.

“i was starting to think you bailed on me,” you said without turning towards him. even though it was only 5 minutes you couldn't help but think that way.

“bail on you? never.”

you nodded, lips pressing together. “so… what was that earlier? at the party?”

suna sat beside you on the same chair, careful and quiet, both your shoulders brushing each other ever so slightly as he lowered himself down. just like you, he stared out over the clear bluish-light water powered by its underwater glow. he breathed in then exhaled slowly.

“you wanna know the truth?”

“mhm.” you gave a slight nod.

“i agreed to be your fake boyfriend just so i could finally ask you out.”

your head snapped toward him. “what?”

“i know. it’s dumb but hear me out.” he said with a dry laugh. 

“i'm asking this of you now is because i couldn't before. i was scared. a coward. i’ve never been great at dealing with feelings i couldn’t control and when i realized, back in highschool, that i might’ve been looking at you differently, i just… panicked. because i knew that i liked you back then.”

you stared at him, heartbeat too loud it made you unsure with what kind of words you would want to say as your response.

“you liked me?” was all you could ask, words almost disbelieving as they left your lips.

“yeah. still do.”

that completely stunned you. a warm rush crept up your cheeks but your heart was twisting painfully like a knife in your chest at the realization that you both had liked each other. mutually. for years, in fact. and here you were thinking you were crazy for thinking there might have been something more between you that's real and profound. but you buried that feeling deep inside—because he had tsubomi that time.

“wait.” you shook your head slightly. “but i thought you liked tsubomi. you dated her. what was that about then?”

suna grimaced at the mention of the name, rubbing his nape and looking away with a guilty expression. 

“i uh.” he let out a nervous huff. 

“shit, this is so embarrassing to admit. but uh, i thought back then that dating someone else would be easier for me. because i didn't want to lose what i already had… with you.”

you just blinked at him, caught between the ache in your chest and the urge to smack him on the head. 

“wait. so you've liked me since before but you dated tsubomi because you felt it was easier than risking what you already had with me? you thought avoiding me would fix that? are you serious?”

“yeah. i know. it was stupid— because you ended up distancing yourself from me anyway.”

“suna, you’re the dumbest smart person i’ve ever met, you know that?”

“like i said, i was a coward…” he added with a weak laugh. 

“...and i didn’t know how to deal with liking you while being close to you at the same time. i never thought you liked me that way and i figured, if i ever confessed to you and got rejected, i'd lose you… so i thought if i dated someone else, those feelings would fade. but they didn’t. they just got worse.”

there was a tight silence. one you could only break with a shaky laugh. and the truth.

“suna, you should've told me…”

he smiled, soft and a little sad. “yeah. but I’m finally trying to do something about it now.”

you looked up at him again, heart pounding in your throat.

“suna…”

“look. i get it if you don’t feel the same or if it’s too late. but i had to tell you. i don’t want to keep pretending i don’t feel anything anymore.”

and just like that, the wall you'd both carefully built over the years cracked—wide and irreversible. you stared at him, the world suddenly too quiet, like even the pool and the crickets had stilled for a moment to listen.

you swallowed the lump forming in your throat.  “you really are… incredibly stupid.”

his brows furrowed, and he pulled back slightly. “okay. not exactly the reaction i was hoping for—”

“no,” you interrupted, voice catching somewhere between exasperation and something else—something heavier.

“you don’t get to just drop that on me and act like i didn’t feel the same way for years. you were my crush, suna. for so long.”

his eyes widened slightly. “wait, what?”

you nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek. “yeah. and i thought i was crazy for imagining that every moment we had felt like something more. but then you started dating tsubomi and i figured i was just… completely wrong. that it wasn’t me you were looking at.”

“no, that was— i was looking at you,” he murmured, almost like it hurt to admit. “and i hated myself for not being able to do anything and choosing the wrong way to go about it.”

you let out a laugh—sharp, breathless, a little broken. “so we were just two idiots in love with each other and too scared to admit it?”

he smiled then. not his usual smirk, but something softer. almost sheepish. “sounds about right.”

there was a pause—charged, uncertain—but this time, you didn’t fill it with silence. you reached out, fingers brushing over his wrist, then settling over his hand.

“i’m still mad at you,” you said, “for not telling me sooner.”

“fair.”

“but…” you looked at him, really looked this time, and your voice softened, “i’m really glad you finally did.”

he blinked, gaze flicking down at your joined hands. “so…”

“so,” you echoed, letting your fingers lace with his, “if this is you asking me out for real this time–”

“it is,” he said quickly, breath catching in his chest.

“…then i guess it’s only fair if i say yes. for real this time too.”

his eyes lit up, and he let out a laugh—relieved, honest, and a little disbelieving. “god, we’re so dumb.”

“maybe,” you said, leaning just a little closer, “but we’ve got ten years to make up for it.”

suna leaned in to press both your foreheads together. no hesitation, no audience, no act. just suna, closing the space, like he should’ve done years ago.

and this time?

you didn’t slip away. 

a/n:  during the dance with aunt suzume, she threatened suna that if he ever breaks your heart she will release hell. suna assured her that he would never do that (he already planned to ask you out). i wrote this at an aunt's wedding too btw.

dividers: @/cursed-carmine

temp. m.list

© ririleil 2025 | do not copy, repost, or translate without my permission

[melosliving]

Can you do a fic where reader and Aaron are married and have been for years. But the public didn’t know about the reader. They thought Aaron was single. But anyways reader makes cooking videos on TikTok and is pregnant with a baby and somehow they put 2 and 2 together and realize they are married. The public is surprised that he has a wife. And now everyone is calling them a cute couple.

Thank you for your request !!! Let me cook and I hope you’ll like it ❤️❤️

aaron pierre x wife!reader

folks discovering y’all are married with a baby on the way …

You’d been craving jollof rice all week, so naturally, you decided to make it and turn the process into a TikTok. Pregnancy cravings weren’t something to play with, and your audience always loved your cooking content anyway.

The video was perfect—vibrant colors, smooth transitions, and a warm, inviting voiceover walking your viewers through each step.

“Once the tomato base has reduced,” your voice explained as the pot of rich red sauce simmered on the screen, “you’ll add the parboiled rice and mix it thoroughly so it soaks up all that flavor—”

But right as you reached the next step, a familiar voice cut in. Deep, smooth, and unmistakably British. “That’s looking good, love. You saving me a plate, yeah?”

You could hear the smile in your voice as you replied, “Aaron, I’m recording.”

“And I’m hungry, girl,” he quipped, unfazed, clearly not realizing his voice had been picked up by the mic.

“I always save a plate for you baby,” you replied softly, with a little laugh, before continuing your voiceover like nothing happened.

At the time, you didn’t think much of it. Just another normal moment with your husband. You edited the video, uploaded it, and figured the focus would stay on the jollof rice. But your followers? They had other priorities.

The comments section was on fire within minutes.

#tiktok!comments

@ user 1 WAIT. Is that Aaron Pierre???

@user 2 Not this deep British voice interrupting mid-recipe… I KNOW THAT’S HIM.

@user 3 She said Aaron like it was casual. GIRL, WE KNOW.

@user 4 Y’all… she’s pregnant, cooking jollof, and married to Aaron Pierre? I’m logging off.

People began dissecting the video like detectives. The way your tone softened when you spoke to him, the casual back-and-forth, the fact that he felt comfortable interrupting at all—it all added up. By the end of the day, his name was trending, and everyone was convinced they’d cracked the case: not only were you married to the Aaron Pierre, but you were also having his baby.

The next morning, Aaron found out before you did. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok, grinning like a kid. “Love,” he called out, “you’ve got to see this.”

You shuffled into the room, hand on your growing belly, already suspicious of the look on his face. “What now?”

He handed you his phone, showing an edit someone had made of your video. They’d slowed it down, isolated his voice, and overlaid the words NOT AARON PIERRE INTERRUPTING HER MID-JOLLOF in bold text.

“They’re really out here doing audio forensics,” you said, shaking your head with a laugh. Aaron smirked, leaning back as you sat beside him. “To be fair, they’ve got a point. Who wouldn’t want to know who’s eating that jollof?”

You shot him a playful look. “I was trying to focus on the recipe, and here you are soft-launching yourself as my husband.”

“Soft-launching?” He laughed. “I thought we were past the soft launch when you started wearing your ring in those videos.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “I’m blaming you for this one. You couldn’t even let me finish the voiceover before talking about plates.”

“What can I say?” He rested his hand on your belly, his voice dropping to that teasing tone. “It smelled good, and I’ve got to look out for you and baby.”

By the end of the day, the internet had pieced together everything. Fans unearthed old TikToks where Aaron’s voice could be faintly heard in the background, and someone even pulled up an interview clip of him saying, “My wife makes the best jollof rice—and she’s pregnant, so I get even more of it.”

Your comments section was relentless:

@unknown 1. Black love, jollof rice, and a baby? Y’all won.”

@user 5 Imagine carrying Aaron Pierre’s baby AND making him jollof. Sis, you’re living my dream.

@unknown 2 She’s cooking for two, and Aaron’s eating for three. I’m obsessed with this family already.

That night, as you lay curled up on the couch together, scrolling through all the reactions, Aaron leaned down and kissed your temple. “I think they’re excited for us.”

You laughed softly, resting your hand over his on your belly. “I think they’re more excited for you.”

“Nah.” He smiled, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. “It’s us, love. It’s always us.”

@ melosliving 2025

[citruswriter]

Cybersex

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Smut, dubcon (ish), phone sex, degrading, dirty talk, voice kink, begging, fem terms, afab reader.

Creepypasta Kinktober Prompt: Dirty Talk/Over The Phone

Pairings: BEN Drowned x Fem Reader

It had been a long, stressful even. And now all you wanted to do was to relax and find some release. You had a habit you see, of rubbing one out after coming home. It was an easy way to transition from work to home mode and help your body relax. You'd shed your clothes would shed and you'd find yourself on your bed with your fingers circling your clit until you were slick and shaking with sweet, relaxing release.

But tonight seemed to be different. You came home, ready to relax and let your orgasm wash away the troubles of work but no matter what you tried you couldn't find release. You tried everything. Fingers, vibes, grinding, everything. And still... nothing.

You huff in frustration as your hand hits the bed in defeat. You roll over and snag your phone, trying to distract yourself before you heard your phone ding and a text pop up in the message board pop up.

Ben 💚: hey wanna call while i game?

You ponder for a moment before replying with yes and telling him to call you. Ben calls a few moments later and you pick up. "Hey girlie." His voice comes, smooth and low. You smile softly as you hear the voice of your best friend. "Hey Ben. How've you been?" You reply softly. "Pretty good, pretty good. Can't complain. I'm playing a new game." He said and you hummed. "Tell me about it." You said, knowing how much he loved to ramble about new games he was playing.

As he began to talk, you couldn't help but enjoy the sound of his voice. How smooth it was, how it almost rasped when it dropped a bit lower, how his laugh sounded like music when he laugh at his own jokes and holy shit you're getting turned on by his voice.

You felt guilty as you felt as you felt heat pool in your core, felt terrible as you reached a hand down to rub your pearl. You couldn't help it, you needed that release, and what Ben didn't know wouldn't hurt him right? You rubbed your pearl as he continued to ramble about the game, growing more and more desperate as you finally started to get a hint of an orgasm.

Grasping onto the strings you rubbed faster and harder , trying not to keen and gasp into the phone as Ben continued to ramble. But Ben must have noticed your silence, because he stopped talking. You bit back a whine of protest, silently willing him to keep talking.

"Hey you ok? You've been pretty quiet." He says, concern lacing his tone and your speaking before you can stop yourself. "Please keep talking, I'm so close." You whine out, desperation in your tone as you hear Ben go silent in shock. You feel that feeling of guilt rise in your chest, you were a horrible friend. Masturbating to your friend's voice without his consent.

"Babygirl you getting off to my voice?" He asks slowly and you give a soft whine, fingers moving on your clit once more. He'd never called you babygirl before. You wanted him to call you more nicknames. "Y-Yeah." You say softly and you almost melt when you hear him give an amused laugh, the sound pouring over your ears like sweet honey.

"Well fuck, sweetness. Didn't realize you were such a slut for my voice." He teases and you shudder. "Tell me what your doing sweetheart and I'll keep talking." He promises and you whine out.

"I'm rubbing my clit. Fuck I'm so wet, Ben. So close to cumming. Fuck it's been such a long day and I couldn't cum after work and then you wanted to call and your voice just sounded so fucking attractive and I just couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry." You babble out, hand still working your clit to keep your orgasm from being ripped away from you.

"Don't apologize, babygirl. I think its cute. You're all heady and desperate just from my voice. Shit I can only I can only how desperate I could get you for my cock." He breathes out and you whimper, the thought of him fucking you on his cock driving you even further, working your clit furiously.

"Please Ben. Please I'm so close." You plead, your tone becoming high pitched and desperate and you can hear Ben groan. "Such a slut. Cum for me, sweetness. Be a good girl and cum." He purrs and you cry out as you cum, vision blurring as you orgasm and that familiar feeling of sweet relaxation washes over you and you can't help but sigh out in relaxation.

"I'm coming over." Ben's voice can be heard and you squeak. "What?" You breathe out and Ben chuckles darkly. "Yeah. Now it's time for you to cum on my cock."

You were well aware of the thrill of delight that went up your spine.

Only on my second day and I'm already late with my writing. Tsk, tsk. I'm really pleased with this one tho. So, enjoy.

Taglist: @rainrot4me

[puppykatz]

pls write some fluff w dani and gn!reader

12:00AM ‹𝟹

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ; daniela avanzini x gn reader.

summary ‎::: you and dani have been in the talking stage for a couple weeks now, but new years might be the final push you two need.

warnings ‎::: reader gets a little overstimulated, but that's it !!

note... a week late for new years bc im a slow writer.. and the intro reads a tad rushed bc i had a rough time figuring out how to make the transition smooth :[ im very sorry!! (also i am in fact working on some other requests rn! ty guys sm for your patience ^.^)

dani smiled, greeting everyone excitedly whilst they cheered over her arrival. you stood behind her nervously, yours hands intertwined, giving a meek smile along with small waves to the few people who noticed and welcomed you in.

you were dani's plus one to a new years gathering, and to say you were anxious was an understatement; this was the first time you were meeting any of her friends in person. you'd talked to a few of them interchangeably a couple times, when they'd burst into her room while the two of you were calling or texting. you'd talked the most to manon, seeing as she's dani's roomate, and often entertained you whenever dani stepped away for a little during one of your calls.

it wasn't long before two of you were pulled away into watching an on-going uno match, as it was the crowd's current main focus.

eventually, that game ended, and a second one started—but unfortunately, you had been eliminated pretty early on, and since everyone else was busy continuing on with the game, you'd figured it'd be okay to step out onto the balcony for a few as it had gotten a little rowdy due to all the +2s.

what you didn't realize, was that dani had gotten eliminated as well, and noticed you leaving. she frowned, wondering if something happened that upset you. to not draw any attention to you or her, she stood up quietly, following you out onto the balcony.

“yn?” she called out, softly shutting the balcony door behind her. you greeted her, smiling sheepishly as she stood next to you. “are you alright?”

“yeah. it was just kind of.. loud.”

she inched closer to you, taking your hands in hers. “we can leave if you want.”

you shook your head profusely, “no, i'm okay. really.” you gave her hands a light squeeze as affirmation, your heart warming up at the fact that she seemed so genuinely concerned.

she opened her mouth to say something else, immediately being cut off by ruckus from within the house; everyone had paused the game and begun counting down. “it's 12:00 already?” she muttered, unconsciously fiddling with your hands.

as soon as the countdown got to one, your eyes were fixated on the sky, cheerfully watching all the different fireworks go off. dani, on the other hand, had her gaze fixated on you; admiring how pretty you looked with all the firework colors lighting up your face.

“can i kiss you?” her voice was barely over a whisper, as if it was a thought that wasn't meant to be said aloud.

you whipped your head to look at her, immediately being met with her gaze; the sweetest, love-filled doe eyes you'd ever seen staring back at you. she was a lot closer than you remembered, yet you were unsure if you had even heard her correctly.

“please?” hearing her plea made your stomach flip, and you couldn't help but nod giddily.

you couldn't even get a second nod in before her lips were on yours, her hand traveling up to caress your cheek while the other tugged you closer by the hem of your shirt. the kiss was slow, her lips moving against yours passionately, though delicately, as if she were afraid to hurt you or possibly scare you away.

she let go of your shirt, bringing her other hand up to hold your face fully. your knees wobbled, feeling her smile into the kiss. “already falling for me?”

you barely had the chance to respond before a knock on the balcony door startled you two apart.

“we're.. starting uno round three.. or are you guys too busy?” manon smiled innocently at the two of you, clearly planning all the different ways she'd tease dani about this later.

dani bashfully muttered a response, entwining your hands again and following manon back inside, bringing you along with her.

── 𖹭 ──

for the rest of the night, dani hovered around you; her hand never left yours and the smile on her face never faded once. the kiss had seemingly boosted her confidence, as she'd started openly using pet names for you. she'd also gotten a lot more touchy; currently, she had her arms wrapped around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder while she hugged you from behind.

“babe, play that one.” dani perked up, using her head to point to a card in your hand.

“hold on. how is it fair that these two are teaming??” megan called out, pointing at you and dani, since you guys had decided to mix your cards and just play as one.

“leave them alone megan, you know dani will explode if she's away from yn for five minutes.” sophia remarked, nudging dani with her shoulder playfully.

dani's cheeks heated up and she hid her face in the crook of your neck, hugging you a little tighter.

you finally placed down a card, “okay, okay. lara, your turn.” unable to hold back your smile, you turned to dani, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before turning your attention back to the game.

[ariahmichelle]

Secrets Out- Drew Starkey x Actress!reader

Can be read as a stand alone but it is Part 3 of ‘phoning it in’ Part 1 here Part 2 here

Also my requests are open!!

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It had been almost 3 months since you and Drew confessed your feelings for one another. The transition from friends to… something more was surprisingly natural. You’d agreed to keep things under wraps for now, wanting to enjoy this budding relationship without the pressure of others watching.

You and Drew became official two weeks ago and of course, have yet to tell your mutual friends, both of you amused by watching them slowly catch on.

Tonight, though, the entire Outer Banks cast was gathering for a night out to celebrate before filming for Season 4 began, you knew some of them had been sensing a shift between you and Drew but none of them have questioned either of you yet.

However you knew it wouldn’t be much longer before the secret is out.

The girls—Madelyn, Madison, and Carlacia—were already at your apartment, getting ready. Your place had turned into a full-on glam zone, with curling irons, makeup bags, and laughter filling the space. Madison was expertly applying eyeliner while Carlacia debated between outfits, and Madelyn scrolled through her playlist to set the mood.

You were perched on the edge of your bed, fixing your hair in a handheld mirror. It was a classic girls’ night, full of chatter and teasing.

“You look cute,” Madelyn said, glancing over at you with a grin. “Who are you trying to impress?”

“No one,” you said quickly, but the way your cheeks heated gave you away.

Madison wasn’t buying it. “Come on, you’re glowing. Who is it?”

“Yeah,” Carlacia chimed in, looking up from her outfit choices. “There’s definitely someone. Spill.”

You laughed nervously, brushing them off. “I’m just excited to go out. That’s all.”

But as the conversation shifted back to which heels would be most comfortable, your phone buzzed beside you. You glanced down to see a text from Drew.

Me and the boys are otw. Can’t wait to see you sweetheart xx

You bit your lip to suppress the smile that immediately followed and typed back a quick reply.

You thought you’d played it cool, but Madison caught the way you tried to hide your grin. “Okay, who are you texting?”

“No one important,” you said, tossing your phone onto the bed.

“Uh-huh,” Madelyn said, smirking. “Sure, we believe you.”

Luckily, the doorbell rang, saving you from further interrogation. You stood up quickly, smoothing down your outfit. “That’s the boys.”

As you opened the door, the guys poured in, bringing their usual loud energy. Chase, Rudy, JD, Austin, and finally Drew stepped through the threshold. Drew’s eyes immediately found yours, and his face softened with a warm smile.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low.

“Hey,” you replied, your chest fluttering as he stepped inside.

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” Rudy announced, holding up a bottle of tequila.

Drinks were poured, laughter echoed through your apartment, and the group settled into their usual rhythm. As the night unfolded, you found yourself hyperaware of Drew. He was his usual charming self, joking with JD and Austin, but every so often, you’d catch him glancing at you. When your eyes met, he’d give you a subtle smile that sent your heart racing.

Meanwhile, you noticed Chase leaning toward Rudy, whispering something and glancing in your direction. You pretended not to notice, but you had a feeling they were starting to pick up on the little moments between you and Drew.

Eventually, the group decided it was time to hit the bar. It was one of your favorite spots downtown, with good music, strong drinks, and plenty of room to dance.

As you weaved through the crowd at the bar’s entrance, Drew’s hand found the small of your back. The simple touch sent a shiver down your spine, but it also felt protective, grounding. He guided you through the throng of people, staying close behind you until you reached the table the group had claimed.

“Everyone good?” Drew asked, his hand lingering on your back for a moment longer before he pulled away.

“Great,” you said, glancing up at him.

He smiled down at you, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, despite the chaos of the bar around you.

The night picked up quickly. Drinks flowed, the girls dragged you onto the dance floor, and the guys took turns buying rounds at the bar. You found yourself caught up in the energy, but your eyes kept drifting to Drew. He was at a table with the guys, laughing at something Rudy said, but every so often, you’d catch him looking at you.

Finally, after watching him from across the room for too long, you decided to do something about it. Dancing your way back to the table, you stopped in front of the boys, hands on your hips.

“Alright, enough sitting around,” you said with a teasing grin. “All of you, up. Dance time.”

The guys groaned in unison, but you weren’t taking no for an answer. Grabbing Drew’s hand specifically, you pulled him up. “Especially you.”

He laughed, letting you drag him onto the dance floor. “You’re relentless.”

“You love it,” you shot back, spinning around to face him.

As the two of you danced, the rest of the cast slowly joined in. But you and Drew stayed close, moving in sync with the music. You could feel the weight of your friends’ gazes, especially when Drew placed his hands on your hips.

Leaning into his ear, you said, “I think they’re catching on.”

Drew tilted his head down to yours, his breath warm against your ear. “Maybe we should give them another hint.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned in and kissed you.

It wasn’t a tentative kiss; it was confident, sure, and full of feeling. The world around you seemed to blur, and for a moment, it was just the two of you.

When you pulled back, cheers erupted around you. “Finally!” Madison shouted, clapping her hands.

“Took you two long enough,” Chase added, grinning.

You buried your face in Drew’s chest, laughing at their reactions.

Drew wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “Guess the secret’s out,” he murmured.

You looked up at him, smiling. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

The rest of the night was a blur of dancing, laughter, and teasing from your friends. While the secret was out, you couldn’t have been happier that you and Drew no longer had to hide. As far as you were concerned, the night couldn’t have been more perfect.

[queenendless]

😷🤒Sick Day(Adult!SatoSugu x Sick!Fem!Reader)🤒😷

A/N: Yep this is part of that SatoSugu Teacher AU alongside Moving Day and Nights.

Also, announcement. I have smut writing fatigue after just putting out one and I'm down with a cold right now. So that vampire AU gang bang piece is happening next month. I'm so sorry for this yall. Thanks though to everyone who commented on that and helped me decide.

But I will hopefully be posting a JJK Halloween piece to make up for it. A headcannon/ imagined scenario where the JJK cast celebrate Halloween with my ideal fave pairings in couples costumes and such in this what if AU. And yas it gonna be SatoSugu x Fem or GN reader, idk on that part yet.

All credit for JJK and its characters goes to the madman that is Gege.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy!

Your throat feels raw.

Your nose feels stuffy.

And you kept coughing every few minutes.

You should have figured spotting a curse forming from a virus epidemic happening in the hotel across the street would pose a high ass risk of getting infected yourself.

But as a Window, it was your job, as life risking as it was.

The more people inside and around the building got infected, the Grade 4 grew closer to Grade 3. If it kept up, dozens upon hundreds would die.

"Ijichi-san. Disease curse. Transitioning from Grade 4 to Grade 3. Requesting sorcerer help here immediately." You struggled speaking over the phone as you kept coughing, dispatching the address to him, seeing the revolting curse grow in size as its toxic presence spilled, tripping as you tried keeping your distance.

Your head was pounding and you could barely focus as Ijichi-san panicked on his end.

"L/n-san!? L/N-SAN!"

In a moment of ailment, you dropped your phone, causing it to disconnect from the impact.

You were barely able to keep a grip on your phone or walk without faltering as you felt more drained with each passing moment. You blinked a lot as you tried staying alert, stumbling before collapsing against a parked empty vehicle on the street, sliding down to your bum just to rest your aching head against your knees, hugging your legs to your chest.

That curse's smogs began spreading down the streets, into traffic, and nearby occupied establishments.

Believing help wouldn't get here in time through the systematic process, you opted for your wild card, shakily picking up your now cracked screen device.

"Toru. Curse problem. Get here ASAP. Please." Texting the address in your feverish haste, you pressed send before curling in on yourself, welcoming sleep to rest your aching self.

In just under the next few minutes — more like moments — you felt a boom in the cursed energy atmosphere, that curse no longer being sensed. At last, it was done.

The shift from freezing metal to cozy soft fabric stirred you awake a bit. Along with the feel of solid warm arms draped around your shoulders and under your knees. Those big smooth hands squeezing your shoulder and your kneecap had you tugging weakly on the front of that top, pressing your face against your makeshift pillow, struggling to open your eyes as your hearing painted the picture for you in the meantime.

"A majority will spend weeks recuperating. The ones closest to the cause will spend months in the hospital at best. Still though, no casualties. Thank you for the help." High chances it was one of the many medics on site for post cleanup.

"You can thank the young woman here for that. She was the first responder, after all. I'll tend to her recovery myself. Sayonara." You know that voice right away, even when he was muffled, relaxing further in his hold.

"This cold isn't going away anytime soon. Too bad reversed cursed techniques don't make the common cold go away." Your half lidded eyes still had him swooning at how frail and precious you were in his arms.

You murmured, noticing him in his black long sleeved top, matching sweatpants, and face mask with the blindfold. "Blindfolded giant." That's when you realized a face mask was put on you as well, your muffled coughs hitting cloth.

You could already picture him beaming, grinning, as he laughed a bit.

"Correction. Your blindfolded giant, darling~ Now then, let's get you home."

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Geto typing away on his computer, working on his latest reports.

Gojo straddling his lap, hugging him as he napped against his dear best friend slash hubbie.

The former smiling fondly at the motion before picking up where he left off was their situation before both men's phones began vibrating and ringing.

"Geto-san! L/n-san has reported a disease curse spotting! But she was cut off before I could get further details!"

"She just texted me the location." The sleepiness was wiped away, replaced with firm seriousness, as Gojo started getting off of him to get some shoes on.

"Ijichi-san, do not fret. Satoru will handle the curse." Geto calmly responded over the phone before speaking concerningly to his snowy-haired hubbie. "Toru, bring a face mask in case the affected area reaches where you land post teleport."

Said man smooched his hubbie in kind before slipping on the black face mask to match his current apparel. "Wait up for us, Sugu~"

Seeing you both back, teleporting into your home office, Suguru smooched Satoru the moment he took that face mask right off. Pressing the back of his palm against your forehead to double check for a fever, Suguru's dismay was warranted.

So being there when you awoke from your fever dream tucked in the middle of your guys' giant bed meant Suguru patting your now sweating forehead with a wet rag, you trembling from chills raking your skin followed by feeling warmer the next minute as you coughed into a tissue he handed to you.

"Well dearest, you've got yourself a nasty cold here." Suguru noted with a gray face mask on as well, seated by you on his side of the bed.

"Ah bah." Your raspy spat earned you a cough into your fist before you were offered a filled up water bottle by Satoru who was sitting behind you on his side; blindfold off but face mask back on.

"Welp, I exorcized the curse and brought your cute self back here. Plus I got that report to work on in your precious stead. So you're welcome." He gently ran his fingers through your hair to ease you in whatever way he could.

"Thank you Toru." You slowly sat up and were then handed some cold pills by Suguru to down some water with. "Thank you Sugu."

"Now that we've made our home Ground Zero, you are hereby confined to this room. Drink plenty of fluids. Take your medicine. Get lots of rest. Do you hear me, young lady?" Suguru's smart ass tone made you pout.

"Yes mom." You murmured raspy.

Satoru snorted behind his face mask to which Suguru whacked him in the shoulder across from him with narrowed eyes. "At least Megumi and the twins are living in the dorms now and Tsumiki was able to convince her classmate to stay at her place for a while. Meaning we three have the place to ourselves~"

"Does that mean … I have to sleep by myself?" You whimpered, cracking their resolve. "Neither the Gojo Geto bears, nor the Gojo Geto cats, not even the Gojo Geto giant round plushies can substitute for the real deal." You moped, pointing at said custom made toys lined up on the window seat on the far side of the room.

"Aww, Suguru, how can we deny our lovely sweetheart the company of her valiant handsome knights in the flesh, huh~!?" Satoru dramatized his own cries, muffled though.

Suguru sighed, consigning. "At least one of us should. Who else will be teaching the first years in the meantime?"

"Round robin, then? Last one left standing tends to that noble martyr and gets our dear sweetheart to be their own personal nurse in the end … huh …" That hum and those inquiring eyes could only bode mischief. "I volunteer Suguru to go first!"

"Not gonna happen, Satoru." He immediately denied.

"But to be fed by, bathed by and be doted on by our angel is heaven sent~!" Satoru gushed.

"Which is why you shouldn't be the only one getting that special treatment!" Suguru being jealous at possibly being left out on that.

"Hey!" Your strained shout ends in a coughing fit, curled up in bed, sniffling to which Suguru hands you a big enough tissue to blow your nose in. "I'm dying here."

"Hmm … Yu could fill in." Satoru suggested.

"He is working as a teaching aid part time. And he did say he could help out whenever we needed it." Suguru added.

"Plus Nanamin is on a business trip for the week~ He'll need something to do while waiting for his beloved's return~!" Satoru teased.

"That settles it then." Suguru was smirking behind that mask, you could just tell.

"How lucky you are, darling, to have the strongest duo be your own personal nurses~" Satoru was so smirking his ass off.

"Even though you'll literally get sick of me?" You shyly asked, squeezing your bottle, apprehensive.

"We have strong ass immune systems, Y/n. Comes with over a decade of immense training." Satoru prided on, kissing your flushed cheek.

"If we can risk ourselves in the face of death as sorcerers, this is nothing." Suguru assured, kissing your other flushed cheek. "I'll call Haibara."

"I'll start up a bath for us all. Thank you big ass bathtubs." Satoru clapped to that.

"What do I do?" Even when sick, tilting your head and batting those eyes made the duo smooch your lips at once.

"Just be a good little patient for us, alright, honey?" God that wink of Suguru's left you more hot than usual as he walked off to make that call.

"Besides, being sick with you means being granted a sick leave and getting paid for it! Ah, thank you, my darling sweetheart~!" Satoru did hug you, nuzzle his face in your hair, and left you a wheezing mess.

"Y - You're w - welcome!"

Well, on the bright side, at least you'll all be sick together.

Snuggled in bed, among discarded tissues, wrappers of cough drops, and smooshed in one big embrace of entangled limbs while binging nothing but sitcoms, movies, and anime.

You would eventually get better in a week's time then later tend to your two enamored, affectionate partners and get them back into tip top shape.

But until then, being in their cozy arms, sleeping smack dabbed in between them, that might as well be the key on your quick road to recovery.

The SatoSugu cure, indeed!

[redsrooftopprincess]

Chills

Raphael xGN!Reader

The sound of the evening bustle transitions the city from day to night, seeming to herald the neon darkness, and you smile to yourself a little more with every streetlight that flickers on. If he isn't already, he'll be on his way soon, ascending with the darkness, rising like steam from the tunnels below. Up, over, and above the rooftops.

Standing at the window, looking out into the blooming night, you tug on the latch. It's easier to open now, the action smooth besides the slightest catch. You remember when it used to stick horribly. And you totally didn't use it as an excuse to keep him longer when you first met, why would you think that? But time, and an abundance of use, has left it opening easier these days. (Either that, or it's about to break. You may need to talk to Donnie about that.)

It's only been a week since you saw him last, both of you having been busy with work, and separately, both of you have been feeling the distance. Calls and texts can only do so much when your body is screaming for someone. There's this itch. This need. You'd been friends for a while, but a week ago everything changed.

It had been a normal night. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was your night off, and you'd been looking forward to it because it meant he'd be coming by on his "lunch break." You loved nights like this. When it was just the two of you on the rooftop in the wee hours of the morning. When even The City That Never Sleeps is quiet.

It was magical. Like you were alone in the world. In those small hours there was freedom. Unconstrained by propriety, acceptability, and expectation, you could just... exist for a little while, side-by-side with someone you know you're safe to just exist with. Being beside Raphael is like being in the eye of a hurricane. No matter what chaos is spinning around you, Raph is peace. Home. Clear skies, and safety. And that night, the weight of your gratitude pressed heavy on your chest.

It did that sometimes. He'd do something, or say something, or even apropos of nothing, your heart would swell and your chest would ache with something beautiful and profound, and you'd need to be close to him.

It's the feeling you'd always imagined having with... someone. This peace. This pain. This is what you'd been chasing in every failed relationship. It wasn't until recently that you realized you have a type. You're drawn to fire. To passion. The problem with that type, is that those that carry fire inside them... tend to be explosive.

The last one was a couple of months ago. You had to spend a good three hours trying to convince Raph not to kill the man who'd put his hands on you. In the end, he wheeled away, breathing, with only a broken spine.

You took a deep breath, exhaling into the night, and laying your head against his arm. He responded by sliding that hand around your waist, and pulling you closer. Not lifting from his arm, you turned your face upward to find him already looking down at you.

You can't help the smile that blooms across your features, "What?" you challenge, lifting your chin.

Usually, at this point, he would clap back with something sassy, or suck his teeth and look away, feigning indignation. But that night he just... looked at you. A quiet smile on his face, feeling his own flood of gratitude blooming in his chest, warming him from the inside out.

He'd always dreaded the day when he would fall in love, if it ever were to happen, that is. He knew it would hurt all the more because he couldn't act on it. But then you happened. He'd love to hate it. To hate you for making him feel it. But the day he realized he was in love with you, it didn't hurt. And he could act on it.

Maybe not fully. Maybe not entirely the way he wanted, but love is an action word, and he loved you every single day with every last piece of him. Calling you at work to make sure you'd eaten, walking you home, being there to pick up the pieces every single time someone or something tore you apart, Raphael loved you. Completely.

He couldn't hate it, or you. You'd come into his life and he'd let your light fill him, and warm him, and in the end he didn't care what you called it, or what it looked like, you were a part of his world and he was grateful. But some nights, like that night, his heart ached, heavy with all the love he could never give you.

His smile became almost sad, and he turned to look back out into the darkness. You saw it. You always did. The blue-black flicker of mourning set deep within his amber eyes. He couldn't hide. Not from you. You never mentioned it. Whatever it was, it was deep, and important, and belonged to him, and you had no right to know if he didn't want to tell you.

But, for some reason, that night, you couldn't bear it. Even if you couldn't help, he should at least know that you care. That you see him.

You sit up, pulling yourself from his arm and nigh hovering over the edge of the rooftop to face him. You reach up, gentle fingers brushing the side of his jaw "No really, what?"

He returned his gaze to yours, still wearing that sad smile. "Nothin'," I love you... "I just..." I love you... The blue-black in his eyes poured into you then, as he drew a deep breath, and his eyes softened as yours stung, "Nothin'." I love you...

He looked at you like the sun through a sewer grate. Like he longed to bask in you, but had convinced himself he was content with the smallest break in the shadows. Like that's all he was worthy of. It was the first time you saw it. Really saw it. Deep red in the blue-black, his own beating heart, and you.

Your fingers trailed down his jaw, and it was everything he could do not to lean into the touch. When they whispered over the scar on his lips, his eyes fell closed with a soft sigh. When his eyes opened again, they held a deep pain, and a question he was unworthy of asking.

He reached up and took your hand, his lips longing for the taste of your fingertips, and resisted the urge to kiss each one. His thumb bushed over your palm, and down your wrist, scattering gooseflesh down your arm and across your chest, as he held your gaze. He couldn't help it, the hand on your waist tightened and pulled you closer.

Every sweep of his thumb over your pulse drew shivers from your skin, and as he took notice, the question in his eyes became clearer.

I love you...

Will you let me...?

You held his gaze. You hadn't been looking for this. This feeling. This want. With every inferno that you'd allowed you consume you, you hadn't been chasing this.

You'd been chasing him.

And, your eyes held the impossible answer.

Yes.

The hand holding yours pulled you to him and the one around your waist pulled you up, as he captured your lips with his. Both of your arms looped round his neck and his hold on your waist tightened as he kissed you deeply over the edge of the rooftop.

Almost floating in free space, all you could feel was his body on yours, scales cooled by the night air sliding against bare flesh, he was all that tethered you to the earth. He usually was.

Opening to him, your tongues tangled in a dance older than time, and his hold tightened as a thunderstorm gathered in his chest. Every gasp and quiet sigh carried that storm into your own, as you pressed against him and his churr deepened.

It could have been a few minutes or an eternity, and it wouldn't have been long enough. You parted, foreheads pressed together, grinning, laughing breathlessly, in equal parts relief and disbelief. It was like breaking through surface tension. The weight of want had lifted, and you both were almost dizzy with the oxygen high.

Leo had called not long after, and it was like being dragged away by chariots, but, duty-bound, he went.

The sun now, officially, below the horizon you look out over the living room, almost nervous. Dinner and a movie. A pretty typical (if rare) night off for the two of you. But you'd taken your time getting ready, and power-cleaned the apartment, despite the fact that he basically lived there, anyway.

A soft landing overhead draws your eyes upwards. You clear your throat and pull it together so that the moths swarming in your stomach don't cause you to giggle like an idiot. You manage to scale it back to just a grin, the window slides open, and he lands, meeting your gaze with a soft and deadly smile.

"Hey."

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[zaczenemiji]

hiii! req for kenji like imagine reader and ken are dating but he hasnt been able to talk to her alot since of raisng emi and ultraman, so after emi is gone what if he treats her to a little picnic date telling her about what happened and how sorry he is for kinda leaving her out in the blue

From LA, with Love

Kenji Sato x Reader

Word Count: 2,656

Genre/Warnings: Long-Distance Relationship

Author's Note: My longest one so far; sometimes I write without brakes 😩

MASTERLIST

"Breaking news from Tokyo: A baseball game at the Tokyo Dome was disrupted tonight by the sudden appearance of a kaiju. Spectators were evacuated, and the city is currently under high alert."

Your heart pounded as the screen switched to footage of the chaos. The camera panned over terrified spectators fleeing the stadium and a massive kaiju rampaging through the city streets.

At the corner of the footage, you spotted familiar landmarks in the background and felt a knot tighten in your stomach. Those looked like the pictures Kenji sent you for updates.

The newscaster continued, "Among the players was rising baseball star Kenji Sato—“

The sound of glass breaking was heard at the mention of his name. Your tea now spilled on the floor, shards of broken glass around it.

Your breath got caught in your throat. Your boyfriend was there, in the middle of the chaos and there was nothing you could do. You were literally 5,000 miles away on the other side of the planet.

You knew you should’ve listened to your gut when it told you to come with Kenji to Japan. If something bad happens to him tonight, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself especially when there was something you could’ve done.

Quickly, you grabbed your phone, trying to call him, but the call went straight to voicemail. Panic surged through you, but you tried to remain as calm as you could.

The news feed cut to shaky footage that showed Kenji at bat with the crowd cheering, but suddenly, screams filled the air as the kaiju appeared overhead. The camera focused on Kenji, his face a mix of determination and fear before he disappeared from view in the ensuing chaos.

That was all the media said that night. It’s not like LA News would take an extra mile for Kenji; so you desperately searched for more information. Unfortunately, updates were sparse.

It was currently 3 AM in LA and your mind raced with worry. Was he safe? Why hadn't he called you?

You didn’t stop looking for information. You’ve checked the whole internet, called hotlines you thought could give you an update, and stayed up til sunrise.

Suddenly, your phone beeped and you have never been this fast on grabbing it. It was a text message from Kenji, "I'm okay. Can't talk now. Please don't worry. I love you.”

You held your phone close to your chest, a temporary relief washing over. You clung to those words but uncertainty still gnawed in you. You had so many questions and no answers.

Little did you know, Kenji was not just caught in the chaos; he was fighting it as Ultraman, a secret he was yet to reveal. The only reason he told you he was going back to Japan was that he wanted to play for the Giants, his favorite team as a child.

It was a random day that he told you he wanted to go back to Japan, and immediately at that. At first, you were hurt, thinking about how it seemed so easy to leave you in LA when you had loose ends you needed to tie first.

Your job demanded your attention. You were in the middle of wrapping up a significant project that required your presence. Your boss was understanding but insisted you complete the handover to your replacement to ensure a smooth transition.

Then your apartment lease was coming to an end. You needed to sort through your belongings, decide what to keep, sell, or store, and handle the logistics of moving out. This was time-consuming, and you had to coordinate with movers and real estate agents.

Lastly, your family. You were born here in LA and only went out of the country for vacations. But with how Kenji decided to stay in Japan for good, you wanted to follow. You couldn't leave without ensuring your parents and siblings were taken care of and comfortable.

Communication with Kenji became difficult in the weeks that followed after the Tokyo Dome incident.

It was a late evening in LA and an afternoon in Japan. You sat by your laptop, staring at the screen, waiting for Kenji's call. The clock ticked past the scheduled time, and your heart sank with each passing minute.

Finally, your phone buzzed with a message, "I'm so sorry, I can't make the call today. Something urgent came up. I'll explain later."

You sighed, typing back a quick reply, "I understand. Stay safe. I miss you." But he never got a chance to explain anything.

Recently, some things urgent have always arisen around Kenji. It wasn't the first time a call had been missed, and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

You were left with nothing but to watch his games and interviews on TV. However, he didn’t seem like himself in all of them. LA’s pride, the Kenji Sato, seemed like a rookie in the Japanese stadium.

His games were all chaotic with some of them ending in fist fights. When the camera focuses on him, you see nothing but an exhausted man. You never saw him like that before which made you worry what the heck is going on over there.

You clearly had no idea, at all, about what was happening to him. The last time you had a call, the connection was poor, and his voice kept cutting out.

"...so much going on here... trying… keep everyone safe..."

"Kenji, I can barely hear you. Can you repeat that?"

“...wish I could talk longer... love you...”

The call dropped before she could respond, leaving her staring at the screen, feeling more alone than ever.

All of these: being kept in the dark, zero communication, and the constant worry were making you rush the things you needed to wrap up before heading to Japan.

There was a time, you told him that you were thinking of coming to Japan first to help him with whatever he was going through, and just be back to LA afterward to take care of the things you left.

But it’s complicated, he said, with things happening that could put you in danger—more than the kaiju attacks, and that it’s better to stay in LA for now. You knew there was something he wasn’t telling you and it scared you.

Kenji promised to explain everything when the time was right. He told him he loves you more than anything and that he’s doing this to protect you.

You didn’t understand anything but you trusted him, waited for him, and been patient with him.

Soon after, it started to seem like things were getting better for Kenji. The Giants were now back on their track and Kenji was back to his usual self, if not better. Communication has been re-established and not a day went by that he didn’t call you.

Before you knew it, the last of your loose ends had been tied and you were finally ready to fly to Japan. You received a message from Kenji, “Things are calmer now. I miss you. Can't wait to see you."

Your heart ached with longing. You had worked tirelessly to clear your schedule and now was finally the moment. You had your flight booked, bags packed, and said goodbye to friends and family.

At the airport, you paused before boarding, sending one last message to Kenji, "On my way. See you soon."

As the plane took off, you stared out the window, the city lights of Los Angeles fading into the distance. The hardest part was over. You were finally on your way to Japan to finally understand everything that had kept you apart, and to be there for Kenji in ways you couldn't before.

The bustling Tokyo airport was filled with the sounds of announcements, the rolling of luggage, and the chatter of travelers. Kenji stood near the arrival gate, his heart racing with anticipation.

He clutched a bouquet of your favorite flowers, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. After months of limited communication and the constant weight of his responsibilities as Ultraman, he was finally going to see you.

He scanned the crowd, searching for your familiar face among the sea of strangers. His phone buzzed with a message, and he quickly checked it, “Just landed. Can't wait to see you."

Kenji's heart skipped a beat. Moments later, he spotted you emerging from the gate, eyes darting around, searching for him. Your eyes met, and you broke into a wide smile, your pace quickening as you rushed toward him.

He closed the distance, pulling you into a tight embrace as soon as you reached him. The bouquet was momentarily forgotten, dropped to the floor as he held you close, feeling the warmth and reality of your presence.

"I've missed you so much," you whispered, voice trembling with emotion.

"I've missed you too," Kenji replied, his voice thick with relief and love. "I'm so glad you're here."

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a mixture of happiness and concern, "What's been going on?"

Kenji sighed, feeling the weight of the past few months. "There's so much to tell you,” he replied. “But let's get out of here first. I want to take you somewhere we can talk."

He picked up the forgotten bouquet, handing it to you with a sheepish smile, "These are for you."

You took the flowers, your smile widening, “Thank you, Kenji. They're beautiful."

All exhaustion from your 11-hour flight was wiped away at this moment. You were thankful for the naps you took on the plane because you didn’t want to pass out at the moment of your reunion.

The two of you then made your way out of the airport, the chaos and noise gradually fading as you stepped into the relative calm of the parking lot. Kenji led you to his car, loading your luggage into the trunk before opening the passenger door for you.

As Kenji drove through the city, you took in the sights. You’ve never been to Japan before, your excitement mingled with curiosity. "So, where are we going?" You asked.

Kenji glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I thought we'd go to a park nearby,” he answered. “It's a quiet place where we can sit and talk."

You nodded, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I've been so worried about you,” you said. “I can't wait to hear everything."

You arrived at the park just as the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. Kenji found a secluded spot under a large oak tree, spreading out a blanket and setting up the picnic he had prepared.

You sat down together, the peaceful surroundings providing a stark contrast to the turmoil of recent months. Kenji took your hands in his, looking into your eyes.

"I'm sorry for everything," he began. "For not telling you sooner, for the missed calls and the worry. There's something I need to explain."

You looked at him with eyes full of concern and love. "I'm here now, Kenji,” you said. “Whatever it is, we'll get through it together."

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "A lot has happened since we last saw each other” he started. “I've been dealing with something big, something I couldn't tell you about over the phone."

You watched him intently, grip tightening on his hands, “What is it?"

Kenji sighed, feeling the weight of his secret pressing down on him. "You remember the day of the game when Gigantron attacked?” He asked. “That wasn't the first time something like that happened. And I've been involved in every one of those incidents."

Your eyes widened in shock, but you didn't interrupt, letting him continue. "I'm Ultraman," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been fighting kaijus to protect the city. And recently, I found myself responsible for raising a baby kaiju who needed my help” he continued. “I couldn’t risk telling anyone, and I didn't know how to tell you."

You sat in stunned silence for a moment, processing everything. "You've been fighting monsters and raising a kaiju baby?” You asked. “Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped."

"I didn't want to drag you into the danger," he said, his voice filled with regret. "But I realize now that keeping you in the dark only made things worse. I'm so sorry for shutting you out."

You looked at him, your eyes softening. "I wish you had told me sooner, but I understand why you didn't,” you replied. “I just want to be there for you, Kenji. We’ll face anything together."

Kenji felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you for understanding,” he said. “I promise, no more secrets and I don’t want to be far away from you anymore."

You held your arms out and gestured for him to hug you. He rested his head on your chest, his safe place. Oh, how he longed for it in the last months when he needed it most.

You could feel his tensed muscles relax at your touch. You peppered his forehead with kisses as you ran your hand lovingly across his hair.

He craved your touches the most and now that he’s in between your arms, it felt as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders.

He had so much more to tell but he decided that they were stories for the coming days. There’s no need to rush; after all, you’re here now.

Getting back to his agenda for today, Kenji slowly leaned back. "I hope you're hungry," he said with a grin, placing a small bouquet of wildflowers in the center of the blanket.

On the blanket were an assortment of your favorite foods: sushi, fresh fruit, and homemade mochi. You looked at the spread with delight. "This looks amazing, Kenji,” you said. “You've really outdone yourself."

"I wanted it to be special," he replied. "You deserve the best."

The two of you began to eat, savoring the food and each other's company. Kenji watched you with a soft smile as you tried a piece of sushi. "I remember you loved this one," he said, pointing to a beautifully crafted roll.

Your cheeks slightly flushed from happiness, "This is why I love you!"

As you ate, Kenji told you about the peaceful moments he found in the chaos. He would ask Mina to flash pictures of the two of you together and it would instantly calm him. Even Emi was calmed by it.

You sat in front of Kenji, back pressed against his chest and you between his legs. You held the box of sushis in your hand. From time to time, you’d turn slightly to look up and feed him.

At times, he’d lay his head on your lap, looking up at you, admiring the face he loves. You’d put your hand on his hair, gently stroking it as he tells you all about Emi.

He told you someday he’d take you to meet Emi; he’s sure she would love you. But for now, he just wanted to spend time with you. He felt bad for having neglected you these past months.

After you finished eating, the two of you lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the sky. It was already nighttime by then and the two of you didn’t even notice the time that passed.

Above you, the stars began to twinkle. Kenji pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on his bicep. The world around you faded into the background.

"I love you," he whispered, the words carrying all the emotions he had held back.

"I love you too, Kenji," you replied, your voice equally soft. It felt so surreal to hear it in person after months of only hearing it on calls. “More than you'll ever know."

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[bikenesmith]

Despite [Xavier’s] previous insistence that he is only whole when able-bodied, he comes to terms very quickly with his return to disability: “My back is shattered, a parting gift from the Shadow King… It appears… if I am ever to achieve my dream… I will need all of you… to walk me there” (Nicieza 23). In the span of a single panel, Xavier acknowledges that he is once again disabled, accepts it, and asks his teammates for help. Due to his previous elation at becoming able-bodied, one would think he would require more time to adjust, to shift his identity once more from “able-bodied” to “differently-abled.” The ease in which Professor X resumes his disabled identity lends itself to the notion that being able-bodied, not disabled, is a plot device. He takes more time to adjust to using his legs than he does to losing them, a pattern generally reversed when other characters become disabled. This smooth transition back to disability implies that his truest identity is as a disabled man.

crippled crusaders: disability representation in the superhero genre by cassandra nicol is a central inspiration to my reading of charles xavier's disability (as is the text itself). is charles ever "re-abled”, or is his disability a chronic illness that dramatically waxes + wanes?

(this is a rewrite/expansion of a previous post that includes many more textual examples + visual aides! also posted on twitter here)

(also check out this amazing xxplastic--cubexx commission ouchpotatoex gifted me that is related to this concept 🥹)

the dominant, most objective[?] read is that charles becomes abled, is disabled, + becomes abled again ad nauseam. yet this narrative trend has also licensed a reading where charles’ disability is, functionally, a chronic illness that flares due to outward stimuli.

whether charles’ paraplegia is due to physical injury or a brain/astral issue isn’t clear, having been complicated over the years by the many ways the text chooses to able + re-disable him. in any case, his paraplegia began after his spine was crushed by a giant rock.

what makes the most sense to me is leaning into that ambiguity. its both — either mental or physical injury/ailment can cause him disablement. the back + forth of charles’ paraplegia signifies he’s uniquely in danger of that specific symptom — paraplegia/spine issues.

like injury or damage to the spine, injury or damage to the brain can lead to quadriplegia or paraplegia. the brain + the spine, the central nervous system, they’re basically extensions of each other, and are some of the most important parts of your body.

from this one can extrapolate that charles has a particularly “weak” spine, and it’s likely to give out if he experiences intense physical OR psionic injury. and as an x-man, he risks that quite often.

before i go further, here's a list of all of charles xavier's ablements + disablements & how they happened. 😭 yes that's an ELEVEN POINT LIST. re: resurrections i counted both his x-force + inferno resurrections as one item. let me know if i missed anything.

methods of disablement + re-ablement

disabled by spinal injury

abled* from new body cloned from tissue

disabled by spinal injury

very briefly abled by contraction of techno-organic virus

disabled by fading of techno-organic virus

briefly abled** by xorn's healing

disabled by xorn removing healing

reabled by wanda's depowering

killed by cyclops

transfers soul into fantomex's abled body

resurrected into abled clone bodies

*: unable to walk for a time due to psychic disablement

**: requires cane to walk

the strongest evidence for charles’ disability as psychic/neurological AND physical chronic illness exists in his story beats post-brood saga, during which his body is destroyed and his soul is transferred into an abled clone-body made from his tissue samples.

however, charles finds that he is not able to walk/walk consistently, despite the fact that there is nothing "wrong" with this new body. in these panels (and in the ones in the coming tweets), charles + lilandra discuss the mental/neurological element of his disability at length.

charles goes through an arduous physical therapy process trying to circumvent the mental barrier, which causes him excruciating pain, and experiences sharp fluctuations in ambulatory ability. it’s basically outright said that his disability is not just in his body, but his brain.

(interestingly, soon after, his health is a central subject once again, after he survives a violent hate crime & hides the injury + resulting health issues. those health issues are then exacerbated by another severe injury at the hands of the strucker twins. thus headmaster mags)

i also think the “ease” with which charles moves from ability one state to another that nicol mentions is important to this. to be clear: we have seen charles agonize over his disability, and especially losing his ability. it’s undeniable that it impacts him emotionally.

but charles doesn’t go through the intense “grieving” process many newly disabled ppl do — the kind he went through himself while recovering from his first spinal injury (see uncanny x-men #309). as nicol points out:

In Xavier's next appearance two issues later, he is seated in a golden wheelchair and seems insistent that his disability not hinder his participation in X-Men adventures. Instead he emphasizes his usefulness with his telepathic powers, declaring, "I too shall be coming. Though I am crippled once again, my particular talents may be needed there" (Portacio and Byrne 6). His disabled status is stressed through a visual weight of the word "crippled," both bolded and italicized in the comic panel, similar to how "whole" was stressed when he became able-bodied in 1983. But here, "crippled" is not laden with judgment. It is merely an acknowledgement of Xavier's condition. This smooth transition back to disability in some ways rectifies his description of "able-bodied" as "whole," as Charles insists that even paraplegic once more, he is still more than capable of being an X-Man, and he is still the most powerful mutant in the world. Regardless of the state of his physical body, Charles knows that his disability need not impose limitations on his actions; he harnesses his role as leader of the X-Men and his disability is, effectively, relegated to background information.

of course, this is in part because charles had already been paraplegic for years, but it can also be read as him just being ready for it. seeing it as an eventuality, a familiar state that he will return to throughout his life. a chronic disability that exists whether or not he can walk.

There is one more major instance in which Professor X becomes able-bodied. In 2002, a mutant named Xorn restores Xavier's ability to walk (Morrison, "All Hell" 32). This is the most short-lived instance of Xavier being able-bodied. Only a year later, Xorn is revealed to be Magneto in disguise, one of Professor X's oldest enemies; Xorn removes the nano-sentinels that had been holding Xavier's spine together, crippling him again (Morrison, "Planet X" 19). Later, once freed from captivity, Xavier reappears in a chair with alien-like legs, giving him 21 autonomous movement (Morrison, "Phoenix Invictus" 27). This time, he makes no mention of his return to paraplegia. He is in full command of the X-Men, and has again made a smooth identity transition from "able-bodied" to "differently-abled." The fact that this occurs once more stresses that to be disabled is part of Charles Xavier's truest identity, and that being able-bodied is a temporary plot point rather than a character trait.

so what does this mean in the krakoan age, the most recent and recognizable instance of charles' "abling"? we've already been shown that a newly grown physical body doesn't necessarily mean that it does not come without his disability.

is the disability a “symptom” of charles' telepathy? is it imprinted in his mind/soul/whatever you want to call what cerebro catalogues, or the form charles takes when transferring into new bodies? is a krakoan-made body uniquely "stronger" than past ones? (R-LDS notwithstanding)

throughout all of krakoa era, there’s never been any mention of what charles feels about making his bodies ambulatory. the closest thing we have to that is the knowledge that he brought his own wheelchairs with him to krakoa (which somewhat supports a "chronic illness" reading, at least).

the fact that charles brought his wheelchairs with him to krakoa.....in a paradise allegedly free of death or sickness he still prepares for his needs to change, as if its an immutable part of him that could resist miracle drugs + literal resurrection.

(but isn't it SO classic x-men bullshit that we only get that insight in the backdrop of an ableist plot where a villain is punished and humiliated.....by being dis-abled? lmfao. in duggan's marauders, disability is considered a punishment worse than death.)

via xuân’s resurrection in new mutants, we know that its possible to have your physical disability preserved when you’re resurrected. so it must have been an active choice of charles' to be resurrected into an abled body.

personally, i find charles' choice to be resurrected in an abled body to be in-character. he's done it before, he frequently mourns his ability to walk, & has always enjoyed running + abled sports. the lack of discussion and attention to this choice is the problem.

imo the best outcome for charles, an iconic disabled character w/ a long complex history w/ his disability, is to canonize this complexity by revisiting the aforementioned story beats and reframing his disability as an intrinsic part of him that he experiences whether he is ambulatory or not.

understanding charles xavier's disability as a chronic disability that simply has fluctuating presentations + support needs is a far more compelling idea than continuing with this on-off-switch thing that only serves to trivialize + erase disability.

some last points:

beyond charles' specific issues, telepathy can by itself already be seen as a disability as it causes issues that are similar to neurological disorders (migraines, fatigue, fainting, pain, visions/hallucinations, etc).

the serum plotline in xmdofp (2014) is clowned on for not making sense but i guess this lowkey works as an argument that it does??? charles' physical disability being connected to his telepathy has precedent. "well in the comics — ☝️🤓"

end of post! if you want to read cassandra nicol's paper check it out here! (if you don't have access to it through a library or institution, message me for a pdf!)

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So I'm with a horrible GP gig economy app service where instead of one regular doctor I see every time I get a gachapon doctor from the doctor machine which works great except that it never does ever. It was pretty cool for a minute at the start of transition when I found out there was a tranny doctor with the service and I could book appointments with her, and it's been pretty cool generally getting next day appointments because they can just give you whoever, as long as the thing I need a doctor for is straightforward, but reader, let me let you in on a little secret about getting doctors to give you the healthcare you're entitled to when you're trans: fuck you ;)

Transplus, the gender clinic service I'm with, sent a letter in January to my GP to explain that because I'm on HRT I'm legally entitled to gamete storage via the NHS and to sort it out for me and Über for Doctors finally texted me this week and sent me a link to book an appointment with 3 available options, the latest of which was 6.45am, so I woke up at 6.30 and waited until 7 when I finally got a call

First I picked up and said hello and there was the sound of a beaver making a home for a beaver family of 4, then it stopped and she said hello can I speak to Sophia McAllister and I said yes hello that's me but the sound immediately started again we said "hello?" to each other a few more times and finally she said "how can I help you today?"

I said "I'm a trans woman and I'm trying to access gamete storage"

So she asks me "are you a woman who is becoming a man?" And I have to tell her no the other way around which makes her deadass ask "so what is being stored when you are getting gamete storage?" Like this GP has become a confused child in sex education class as soon as she has her first trans patient. As an aside here once it is this obvious your GP doesn't know that they're doing at all, they could at least just be clear about that, adopt a "we're in this together" attitude to your shared cluelessness, and it's infinitely worse when they try to maintain the authority

So then she asks me if I'm trying to donate sperm and I explain that I'm trying to store it so that l can have children in future, and she tries to tell me it should be part of transplus and here's the peachy part to that is I fucking agree it should be all part of one single trans healthcare service. Absolutely it should all be one single smooth integrated service but instead every single part of trans healthcare is scattered to the winds for you to collect like mystical puzzle shards. To get a vagina you have to go to the gender clinic, get referred to two different doctors who aren't at the clinic to give their opinions that you need a pussy, get referred back to the clinic who then give those endorsements to your surgeon, get a meeting with your surgeon where they assess your genitals at which point they'll tell you you need electrolysis to remove hair from the area, so then you go back to the clinic to get referred to the GDNRSS which is a government fund which has all the money which then allocates you the money so you have to go to the electrolysis clinic and book with them so that the money will be sent to them then you get electrolysis and then you go back to the clinic so they can tell the surgeon you're ready so the surgeon can tell the clinic to tell the money people to pay the surgeon who is, by the way, a private surgeon the whole time and always was, so you can finally have surgery. So yes, I agree that gamete storage should be part of trans plus. It should all be one single integrated thing, you should go to the gender factory and they should have everyone who makes trannies all there and you should walk out the other end with your fucking healthcare, but that's not how it works at all

So the GP wonders out loud if I should be "referred to psychosexual or" and I simply don't want to know what she means by that because I'm just trying to freeze my cum tbh

So I tell her again about the letter that transplus sent, and she reads it for what sounds like the first time and then she says that she doesn't know at all where we go from here, she's going to talk to the team(???) and get back to me(???) but it's been 3 months since transplus sent the letter in the first place

I'm just going back to trying hard not to think about any of my healthcare because if I do the waiting and the bullshit is going to drive me insane