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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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drifters

you're willing to put yourself through hell for him, but a freak accident causes the situation to make him the one near death's row instead.

Kenny McCormick x gn!reader (Killjoys AU) cw: injury, mentions of drugs, usage of alcohol, themes of war wc: 4228 (minus the references in the beginning)

an: although its relatively easy to infer the lore and slang, I've provided a glossary n a bit of lore for those unfamiliar :D hope u enjoy this cause i sure did!

After the Fire Wars of 2012, California has been under a tyrannical rule lead by the quasi-governmental corporation named Better Living Industries. The company promises eternal happiness through "the sanctity of monocromaticism." Better Living Industries subjects the people of Battery City to brainwashing, heavily through the use of drugs to negate all emotions and possibly even memories. They keep an eye on every single one of the people under their control, prohibiting them from anything that can make them experience sort of feelings Killjoys are the people who live in the zones outside of Battery City. They oppose the ways of Better Living Industries and work to survive outside of their rule as well as to take them down. KN - Killjoy Name (Separate from YN) Zones - Area outside Battery City. Cordial - Slang for moonshine. BLi - Better Living Industries, can be abbreviated to BL/ind as well Dracs - (Short for Draculoids) Members of BLi’s SCARECROW unit that are ordered to kill (Usually anything that hold emotional attachment, such as relationships). Cloud - A group, and sometimes encampment, of dracs. Pangea - Culmination of three or more groups. Dusted - To die/be dead. Ghosted - See dusted Route Guano - The main road through the zones. Drifting - A relationship that is not platonic, romantic or sexual, but a combination or something outside of it. Often usually portrayed as go-with-the-flow thing. Ray gun - Shoots lasers! Pew, pew, pew! Used by killjoys and draculoids Phoenix Witch - A mystical creature that resides in the zones, guiding departed souls of killjoys. Ember Bridge - To abandon your team. Clap - A fight (not limited to, but usually) between a killjoy and a drac. Costa Rica - to go downhill. ** Very well aware they are from Colorado 😨 It’s just that the setting is in California. ** Tommy Chow Mein is a major supplier of a multitude of products in the zones. I changed it to Timmy Chow Mein in reference to Timmy Burch from South Park. ** The Trans AM is the car that the fab four killjoys drive.

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(I refer to the main four here by their hero names, since creating Killjoy names for them would cause a hell lot of confusion.)

“KN,” you heard Mysterion mumble your name with a slurred tongue against your hair, bodies flush against each other. You only hummed in reply. “So fuckin’ pretty. My eyes are only for you.”

“You’re absolutely shitfaced right now, aren’t you?” You laughed, turning your body to look at him and caress his face.

“I didn’t even have that much.” He rolled his eyes, playfully pouting. “Even if I wasn’t jacked on cordial right now, I’d still tell you that.”

“You’re funny.” You hummed, brushing a hair off his face to lean in and kiss him. Kissing him gently and savoring the quiet you two had together.

“Hell yeah, I am.” He started giggling, giddiness radiating from the smile on his face because of your show of affection.

“You ever think this is gonna end? Like, one day, BLI’s finally overthrown, and we’re left to build a new society?” You mused, playing with the flyaway hair spread all over the pillows.

“God, I hope so.” He sighed, his happy smile turning into one of a melancholic grin.

“Yeah? Do you think you’ll be excited if it happens?”

“When it happens, sugar,” he corrected, bringing a finger up to your face. ”But, I think so. I’m not sure what I’ll do after. I’ll definitely be with my family, but I don’t know what comes next.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, burying your face into the warm flesh of his chest. “It seems like war is all we know at this point.”

“I’m gonna have to unlearn it at some point once this is all over.” He murmured, a hand of his finding itself brushing your hair. ”As fun as it is sometimes, hell isn’t worth kicking ass. I’d rather be elderly on a porch than worry if I’ll live to see the next day.”

“You’ll get there one day.” You hummed.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll make sure of it.” You were just spewing bullshit out of your mouth. These were promises you knew damn well you couldn’t keep. Even if it was a mere stretch away from you, that reality was covered in thorns. Despite your unfaithful oath, it was your personal mission to keep him safe.

You felt a kiss laid on the top of your head. “Such a darling, sugar.”

“I know.”

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“Wait, wait, wait,” you sighed, shaking your head in confusion. “There’s a cloud nearby, and we’re gonna storm them?”

“Yeah,” The Coon, promptly replied.

“Just the five of us are going to attack them?”

“Mhm,” this time Toolshed nodded.

“Aren’t we gonna die?! Unless a Pangea’s gonna happen, it sounds like we’re actually asking to get dusted!” You burst, jaw agape in shock.

“KN, we have no other choice. It’s either that or we wait for them to ambush the diner.” Human Kite sighed, parking a little off Route Guano. You all could see the encampment the dracs had set up not too far away.

“I guess you have a point.”

You felt a hand place itself on top of yours. It was Mysterion’s. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. “It gonna be okay, KN.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“...Thanks, Mysterion.” You couldn’t help but smile at him, knowing his words were tainted in falsehood anyway. There was no way telling of how this was gonna end.

This lifestyle was not one for the romantics. This life was not for the optimist.

Hell sunk itself in the modern day and, as a result, many people of all ages, sizes, and hearts are left to fight for their life depended on it.

You took a deep breath as you five exited the vehicle, finding a few large stones to hide behind. You waited for Human Kite’s lead. At one, you’ll jump in and get in a clap with the dracs.

You could either end up living or be killed, yet both outcomes scared you fiercely. If you survive, then that means you’d have to relive this experience again. If you get ghosted, then it’s game over.

But those two were just mere bad thoughts to the grand nightmare that was losing Mysterion.

You two weren’t together. You two were just drifters, existing outside of the space of platonic, romantic, and sexual desires. You joked with each other like best friends, kissed like lovers, and persevere like partners—although any sort of action you guys had were few and far between.

You cherished those moments, though. You cherished him. Every single goddamn inch of whatever he had to offer. His touch, his brightness, his smile, his kindness, his scars that littered his body, his heart full of gold that was fueled out of retribution.

Losing him was your greatest fear, even if you knew he wasn’t yours to begin with.

However, there was no turning back now. You guys were here. For all you know, you could’ve been spotted already.

Human Kite started to count down as soon as you knew it.

“Five,” he whispered.

“Four,” you held your breath, looking over to the group of unsuspecting Dracs.

“Three,” you tightened your grip on your ray gun you bought years ago at a vending machine—back when you still lived in the city.

“Two,” you swiftly glanced at Mysterion, savoring his beauty with the fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a second you had left.

“One.”

All five of you jumped into the scene and started to blast the Dracs—dust from the ground quickly flying everywhere and blinding everyone. Amidst the cloud of sand, you could make out faint, white silhouettes. That’s how you knew where to shoot.

Both hands tight on your ray gun, you shot every Drac you saw, inching closer towards the center of their camp—where it was most dangerous. You had to wipe the dracs out for the safety of not just your friends but even the other gangs that settled near here.

One of them came flying at you, and by the Phoenix Witch’s grace, you were briskly able to dodge it. They barely missed you and instead landed face-first into the sand. Putting one foot on their back to hold them down, you shot them in the head. One zap to kill him, and then another to rid your frustrations.

“KN! Be careful!” A name called out. It was Mysterion, signaling to look behind you. You could see him run towards you.

As you turned to face whatever he was warning you about, you were met with the burning sensation of a ray piercing itself through your arm. “Fuck!” You cursed, nearly tumbling over from the pain. You had to hold yourself up, though, and continue fighting.

The moment you were hunched over, Mysterion was right by your side to help you. As you seethed through the pain, rebuilding the strength to stand back up, he acted as your human shield.

Once you were alright, your injured arm held your ray gun up high, the other hoisting it up by the forearm. You two needed to get out of the center quick. Back to back with your ray guns out, you two made a beeline out of the heart of the camp shooting back at the dracs that sent a hail of lasers and bullets toward the two of you.

When you were merely out of their reach, you felt Mysterion lose balance and fall on you. Adrenaline kicked in and, despite the state of your arm, you were able to hold him up. This would all be great if it weren’t for the red you spotted soaking through the grey fabric of his clothes.

“Mysterion, are you okay?” You only got a groan in reply. “Answer me!” You yelled, shaking his body. He was limp, though.

Only one thought had bore itself in your mind: you are not going to let him let go like this. He’d be ashamed of you, and you’d be ashamed of yourself.

You peeked from behind a rock you two were hiding behind, checking to see Toolshed, Coon, and Human Kite. They seemed alright, none of them sustaining any injury yet. You had to act fast right now.

It seemed like the adrenaline in your body was the only thing keeping you alive since you mustered up the will to grab Mysterion and quickly get into the Trans AM, setting him in the back.

You took off the jacket around you and wrapped it tight against his torso to apply pressure. You shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around his leg for the same reason as well. You lifted the signature helmet he wore, giving him more air to breathe.

“Mysterion. You stay there, okay? I’m gonna tell Human Kite and the others to go.” You said, doubtful that he could hear you. You shut the door, though, and ran back to the field to find the rest of your group.

You spotted Human Kite, cornered by a bunch of Dracs. He looked like he knew he was fucked. Luckily, since you were from a distance, you were able to shoot a few of the dracs from behind. An easiness was now settling on the redhead’s face. You helped him fend off the rest of the Dracs there. After which, you leaned in close to him to whisper something.

“Kite,” you said, pants breaking up your speech.

“Yeah?”

“Mysterion’s in the Trans. He got shot in the chest, side, and thigh.”

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, worry evident in his eyes.

“We gotta either dust these guys right now or book it.”

“Well,” he scanned the area, checking how many more Dracs are left. “There’s not that much left. You think we can take them down?”

“If you wanna go through it, we have to do it as fast as we can, or else we got a dead body on our hands.”

“I know.” He nodded, running to Toolshed and Coon to give them the news, you following behind. In an instant, they all started to shoot, and you did too. It didn’t long before each and every single one of them was ghosted.

Human Kite was in the driver’s, the Coon called shotgun, and so you and Toolshed were left to take care of Mysterion as the Coon asked the Chef for places with medical supplies.

All you could hear was your own heartbeat. Coon’s incessant yelling on the phone, the sputtering engine of the Trans Am, worried back and forths between Toolshed and Human Kite, and the faint sound of the radio in the back were white noise to your ears. All you stop and think about right now was Mysterion.

The sole reason why Mysterion continued to keep on going was his sister, Karen, who still lived in Battery City. The two were separated after the Fires a few years ago. Ever since then, it's been his sole mission to find her and protect her. God knows if she’s been drugged by Better Living Industries or not, but he was sure of one thing: he was not going to BL/ind make an orphan out of her.

What about you? Did you have any reason to fight? You were stripped of your freedom and innocence at a young age, sure, but so was everyone else. You had no one and nothing in particular to live for, so really you didn’t have any reason to truly fight at first.

However, when you learned why Mysterion worked relentlessly hard to take down BLi, you couldn’t help but admire him. From the day when you learned about his motivations, you made it your sole duty to protect him. Though you had nothing distinctly notable enough to live for, Mysterion did, and so you found your new purpose.

It didn’t take a genius to realize how your worries consumed you. Guilt was not a word big enough to describe the insurmountable feeling of responsibility you had bubbling in your gut. You were embarrassed, ashamed to your very core for your carelessness and stupidity. Had you kept a better eye on Mysterion, he wouldn’t be halfway through Death’s front garden by now.

Once you five had arrived in the diner, Toolshed and Coon immediately rushed Mysterion to a small booth to patch him up. Human Kite, on the other hand, assisted the hole in your arm in the comfort of your room.

“You really care about him, don’t you?” He mused, fixing up the burn hole that pierced your arm. You were lucky that it didn’t go through the bone, only piercing your skin, flesh, and muscle.

Human Kite knew about the two of you—or at least had an idea. Neither of you hadn’t told anyone about anything, but you were sure it would be easy to spot if they looked close enough.

Were you two open about your ‘relationship’? Yes. Were you two obvious about it? No, but you’re certain he would be if he could. You two were always preoccupied with taking down dracs and scheming ways to overthrow BL/ind, so you barely had the time for each other.

You could only love him in unpredictable, small doses, even if you wanted more than that. That made loving difficult, especially when you desperately longed for any sense of stability in your life.

“Oh, don’t small talk me like that.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“It’s true, though, right?” He hummed, tongue sticking out as he redirected his focus on your arm.

“Yeah.”

“Are you two together anyways?”

“No.” You answered hesitantly, a vague image of a pout on your lips.

“Drifters?”

“You know, you’re really chatty right now. Wonder where that came from.” Despite your rather harsh reply, you did appreciate the conversation you were having with Human Kite. It served as a good distraction for the burning cold sensation that was the after sting of the laser.

Human Kite didn’t seem to take your comment to heart, though. “You’re not denying it, though.”

“So? I’m not confirming it either.”

“Tell him that you like him.” You sucked in a breath, partially out of your discontentment with the idea and partially because of the raw sensation of a needle and thread being woven into your flesh.

“Kite, he’s literally nearing his deathbed as we’re talking. I don’t think I can tell him that I like him currently.” You humorously replied, a dry look on your face as you spoke.

He shrugged. “If he makes it, then.”

“When he makes it.” You corrected.

“You’re so confusing.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Thank you. I pride myself on it.”

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The next day passes by and Human Kite, Toolshed, and Coon had gone to the Kitchen, where Chef’s base resided, and also did his radio concerts. They went to report the outcome of yesterday’s mission and receive their next one. After that, they would pass by Timmy Chow Mein to grab some more power pups and extra supplies.

That meant you were left alone with the recovering body of Mysterion, which was resting on the booth where he was fixed up the previous day. All you had to do was check if he was breathing and alive—which he was.

However, he’s been unconscious since yesterday, so even if blood pumped through his veins, it still meant he was under unstable conditions. You watched over his rather frail and pale body, shirtless and bandages wrapped everywhere.

His poor state made you worried. It didn’t seem like you guys would be getting out of your current predicament any time soon. Hell, you’ve been going at it for years now, the term ‘soon’ just seemed like a hopeless promise to you.

The dead can be many things. The dead can win, find peace, and be freed from the chains that have held them down, but the one thing they’ll never be are survivors.

But, of course, eventually, most things will come to an end, which meant BL/ind would face its inevitable downfall. The question is if you’ll be able to watch and savor the souls (or lack thereof) crashing down.

Maybe Kyle was right. Maybe you should tell him about your feelings.

What do you have to lose? Definitely your god-knows-what of a relationship with Mysterion, but it’s not like you were going to ember bridge your gang. That would be reckless, and even then you were sure neither of you wanted to see the other leave the troupe and get themselves ghosted (or worse, drugged by BL/ind).

You sat on the seat across the booth, watching Mysterion's features shine from the sun that hit his face, adorning his features further. Mindlessly, you grazed your fingers on his exposed skin. You wondered just when he’ll wake up.

The question of yours did not take too long to be answered.

You heard a groan spill out of his lips, words you couldn’t make out being mumbled by him. Like instinct, you bolted up from your hunch-over position and observed him with a deeper focus in your eyes. “...Mysterion? Are you awake?”

“KN…” He murmured, eyes slowly opening and meeting yours.

“Mysterion!” You called out, leaping across the table.

“Ugh, what happened?” His voice was beyond coarse because of his lack of use.

You stood up and headed to the dirty kitchen behind the counter to grab a glass of water for him. “Things went Costa Rica during the clap, and you almost died—that’s what happened!”

“Mmf, thank you.” He said, finishing the drink in an instant, setting the glass on the table with a light slam. A heave exited his lips as he collected his breaths.

You knew he just woke up but had he no regard for himself? You’ve just broken the news to him that he almost got ghosted, completely dusted. He seemed to not care at all.

“Of course.” You huffed, brushing off your thoughts and rolling your eyes. You’ll probably get back to that later—when he’s more clearheaded.

“How long was I out for?”

“A whole day.” You sighed, looking at him as your head rested on your arm propped on the table. ”The gang is out to report the mission to Chef and grab some stuff at Timmy’s.”

“Alright.” He nodded.

“You shouldn’t have come back to save me.” You spoke out mindlessly, voice barely above a whisper. You meant it in a way that you regret what you’d caused because of your recklessness.

He might have taken that differently, though. “I shouldn’t have? KN, if I helped Kite and the others out instead of you, you would be totally dusted right now. That’s for sure.”

He was right, though. You couldn’t get mad at that. You were all alone back there, and the cloud of dracs would’ve ganged up on you. With Mysterion, less damage was observed, yet the injuries all targeted him.

Then again, his life mattered more than yours. He had Karen. You had no one.

“Mysterion, you matter more in the grand scheme of things. You have a family to find. I got fucking nothing!”

“Don’t say that, KN. You’re worth a lot more than you think.” He fumed, but his voice did not raise. Not at all. The look of anger on his face was clear, though.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You shook your head, taking a deep breath before continuing. ”I know I matter or whatever, but you have something worth fighting for.”

“You’re worth fighting for, though.” He assured, taking both of his hands to hold your empty one.

You snapped. Words fell out of your mouth quicker than you could process the rate of them going. “And you are too! What you want is so much larger than who I’ll ever be. That’s why I’ve been hellbent on saving you!”

“You have?” He mouthed, horror melting on his face.

Hesitant to answer, you paused, body frozen. “Yeah...”

“I’m sure that’s not just why.” He continued—the terror once present now turning into an upset one.

Strike you confused since you didn’t know or understand what he was talking about. “The fuck you mean?”

“Do you like me?”

“Duh.” You bluntly answered, furrowing your brows.

“No, you don’t get it. Do you like like me?”

“Mysterion, you sound childish.”

“Answer my question.” He demanded, his eyes dark and piercing through you.

Well, you were backed into a corner now.

In the end, though, you had already thought about telling him. This was bound to be found out about at some point. Kite likely knew already, so what’s holding you back from telling Mysterion?

Fear, that is—even if it dissolved into nothing when you were with him.

You took a deep breath before you answer. “Yeah. I am in love with you.

“And so what?” You scoffed, finally straightening your posture to shoot him a look of scornfulness. ”I know I shouldn’t want you this way, especially if our lives are on the line every second of the day, but I can’t help it. I’m so hopelessly in love with you that I’m willing to sacrifice myself to get hurt in the process just so I can hold you for longer.

At this point, even if you weren’t even thinking of what you were saying, you couldn’t care less. You were finally able to set the record straight and tell him the truth. Although, you began to falter and crumble with every word you spoke.

“I want time to fast forward to a future where we’re together, and everything is normal. I can’t, though. That’s why I settle for second best—which is protecting you and waiting for that day to come.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” You spat.

You couldn’t read his reaction. You were helpless at that very moment. “Sugar…” He mumbled.

You didn’t want him to call you that name for the longest time. You didn’t deserve a name that praised you to be sweet, to be caring because, when all is said and done, you were a monster.

You only went with the name because he seemed to love calling you that, and you loved him too dearly to stop him from doing so.

Yet, despite the head you held high, you started to crumble. Your words felt selfish and how was he supposed to take you seriously? You’re nothing more than a means to an end. What if he found your confession embarrassing? What if he didn’t want to be with you anymore?

“Shit, I know it’s stupid, but I ju-”

You were cut off by the sensation of Mysterion’s lips on yours.

This was nothing new, though. You two kissed all the time, so why did this one feel so different?

Maybe it was the way it felt like it lasted forever. Maybe it was how your arms were all over each other—clinging desperately as if the other would disappear into thin air if one of you let go. Maybe it was because you could read the desperation and longing on his tongue. The petals of his lips on yours felt like a confession that did not need any words—something holy.

Whatever it was, you didn’t want this to end.

In your mind, the moment you two pulled away from each other with breaths crooked and awry, you knew one thing in that instant: you must’ve been breathing him.

“Mysterion…” You mumbled, forehead beading with sweat pressing against his.

“Kenny. It’s Kenny. Say my name. You already know it’s the real one.”

“Kenny,” you breathed, his name feeling like a cool breeze on your tongue. It’s been years since you’ve last spoken his name.

You felt his lips form into a smile on yours. “YN, YN, YN.” He chanted your name like it was his favorite hymn.

Everything felt like it was in its right place, even for a split moment. It felt that a fraction of a second was all you needed to know everything was alright. To know that everything is, in fact, here. You and Kenny against the world.

“What is it?”

Pulling apart from each other’s bodies, his hands found themselves resting on the space of your shoulders. “I need, no, want you. I’ve wanted you for so fucking long now.”

“Why are you only telling me this right now?” You cooed.

“I was terrified,” he professed. ”I didn’t know if you wanted me as much as I did with you. That’s why I never pursued anything with you. I settled to be needed. It felt more comfortable that way anyway

“Besides, romance isn’t for the zones. If I was with you, my fear of losing you would be too amplified that might even kill me.”

With every word he spoke, you could feel your heart break a little more. He didn’t deserve to think this way, and you didn't deserve him to believe in you like this.

“At least you don’t have to be scared anymore.” You said reassuringly, taking the sides of his face into your hands, thumb caressing his cheek. ”I’ll be scared with you. Two negatives is a positive, right? We’ll find a way to work this out.”

“Please hold my hand as we work things through. Please,” he paused, hesitant to continue his next words. “Be with me.”

You nodded, finding your hand intertwined with his as you laid a soft kiss on it. “For as long as time allows us.”

(You thought to yourself, ‘Perhaps I’m a romantic as well.’)

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny mccormick x you #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader

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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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HI IM BACJ SORRY

It was such a weird dream omg so it happened after I woke up randomly at like 10am and went back to sleep til 11am (it was a weekend LOL) but I was in a dream going to sleep and so in dream 1 I felt my body like leaving my body while falling into dream 2??? It was wild. And then I flew n stuff HAHA but then I woke up again in dream 1 which was insane

I’m still not able to lucid dream regularly yet unfortunately :( but tips would be to do a dream journal where u log all the dreams + wake up while ur in REM sleep (so like 5-6+ hrs after u fall asleep) and walk around then go back to bed thinking ur gonna lucid dream

THE KYLE DESIGN IN THE KYMAN COMIC NEEDS ITS OWN AWARD LIKE I WANT IT FRAMEDDDDDDDDD also u can be honest if u like kyman………… if u were reading the fic that much to know……. /jokes xoxo

HEHEHEHEHEHE EEEEEEEE ME TOO THATS ME WHENEVER I SEE U UPDATE!!!!!!!! I am suddenly Megurine Luka.

-💫 anon

I THINK I GET THAT... like ur body sudden feels like its falling n all???AND YOURE JUST LIKE "WHATS HAPPNENING..." 😭 but that's crazy!! like u went to one dream to another then back to the original one????

i hope u master lucid dreaming!! id love to hear the stuff u get urself into :D ALSO THANKIE 4 THE TIPS i will follow them . soon

what eef the kyman shippers were the friends we made along the way........... /j

LITERALLY U BTW

#cocogrrrl talks!#💫 anon #sweetumssszzz!!!

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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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i am not going down (attending school again) without a bang (a 4k word count angsty killjoys au kenny x reader fic)

anyways the fic is done and holy crap I'm in love with it i think its one of my favorite things ever

i just need to write out the tiny glossary and proof read a teensy bit before uploading it :3 it'll be up in a couple o hours yay!!!!

#cocogrrrl talks!

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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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the sp fandom is dying!! like if you're lgbt and possibly neurodivergent!!

#cocogrrrl talks!

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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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im writing an sp killjoys kenny x reader au and :333 i feel like its super niche that's why I'm gonna have like this legend of terminologies to explain what they're saying as well as a tiny bit of lore to not confuse everyone

also! the killjoy names here are just gonna be their superhero names to avoid confusion, but they don't really act they way they do in their superhero personas :P

besides that i have a kind of lengthy kyle fake dating au oneshot (2k words? i think?) so lets wait and see 4 that yeah!

#cocogrrrl talks!#IF YOU STAYYY I WILL LEAD THE WAY ALL NIGHTT

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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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YES THINGS ARE GREAT I’ve been trying to get back to lucid dreaming bc I think it’s cool and I had one yesterday so it was super fun 🙈

Bro I do not want school to start up again I just wanna lay in bed and deteriorate and fade out of existence AGGGGGGGGGGYGGG

Also I remember scrolling thru the kyman fic bc I wanted to see the art bc I lowk rly like the character designs 😭 but I think the plot was like they have an adopted kid or something man idk I couldn’t get thru it all my morals n values said no

HAPPY NEW RENDEZVOUS CHAPTER DAY WAHOOOOOOOOOOOO reader testing brad like “ur not a narc right lol” prob has Kyle peeing himself so excited for the next part also the lil mentions of the actual sp eps was so cute so iconic

-💫 anon

what happened in your dream omg!!! actually...... I've wanted to learn how to lucid dream for the longest time do u have any tips :'0

YOURE SO REAL i wanna just take my princess naps all day and eat snacks and write and just . not do anything academic LOL

RIGHT?? the designs are so solid like kyle's design lowk got me gigling and twirling my hair and stuff 🙁 i think there was a star wars reference in the wedding special?? IDK I JUST SKIMMED THROUGH IT OUT OF CURIOUSITY

omg thank u so much!!! 😭😭😭 youre like the sweetest ever thank u for enjoying my silly lil series 🫶 the pics below is literally me when i see u in my inbox

#cocogrrrl talks!#sweetumssszzz!!!#💫 anon

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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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hello! can i request for a Michael (the tall goth kid) with a reader who has an ethereal aesthetic and appearance i think that would be so cute bc of their different looks and vibes😍😍

grace

hcs and drabbles of michael with an s/o who has an ethereal fashion sense!

michael x gn!reader no cws wc: 849

an: guess the horror movie i referenced in one of the drabbles who ever gets the right answer gets my love /lhj

I’m writing this off of the assumption that an ethereal appearance is grace, silky satin, white pearls, and all that jazz!

Michael isn’t big on PDA, but I feel like whenever he touches you, he does it so gently. He holds you so delicately in his hands like you’re a Faberge egg. Your graceful appearance only furthers this.

You break down the cold exterior he presents. It’s a side that even some of his friends haven’t seen—or at least aren’t used to seeing.

You were cuddled up against Michael’s side. You two were watching some shitty horror movie from the 80s—a common occurrence for the two of you. 80s horror movies weren’t your usual taste, but Michael introduced you to some really good ones like The Thing and Videodrome. The movie you two were watching was some apocalypse horror about some scientist who makes a deadly parasite. Frankly, the only reason you wanted to watch this movie was because Demi Moore debuted in it. “This is so weird.” You said, face contorting into an expression of disgust as you watched the slug-parasite burst out of someone’s face once more. “Yeah,” he replied, finding your repugnance rather humorous. “This feels really Italian for some reason. Like, I know it’s American, but it feels like nothing there is in its right place.” “Mhm,” you hummed, burying your face in his side to cover the trashy imagery before you. You didn’t wanna watch more, all the gore was too much for you to handle. Michael seemed to pick this up since he gently grazed his fingers over your jaw, causing you to look up to him. He pulled you by the chin ever so delicately and nudged your nose with his to take your mind off of the crude scene before you two even for a moment.

He tries to match outfits with you!

Nothing that’s too on the nose, but something that goes along with what you’re wearing, you know?

He’ll message you in the morning, asking about your outfit of the day, and he’ll check his wardrobe if he has anything to go with it.

Whenever you two match, he loves to show off!!! He’s willing to actually not ditch classes and roam the school during breaks so that others can see that you two are matching. :3

As you were getting ready for school, you heard your phone buzz. michael 🤍 hey what are you gonna wear today? you im not exactly sure yet but i definitely wanna wear the flowy pants i bought last saturday when we went out :D michael 🤍 alright With that, you shut your phone and continued going through your wardrobe to find the best possible top to go with your pants. An extra layer of pressure was added now that you was going to match outfits with Michael. You didn’t know just what to wear. A few minutes later, your phone rang with a notification again. Michael sent you a photo of himself with his outfit for the day. Attached was an “Is this okay?” to which you promptly replied with an affirmative yes. His outfit now sparked your creativity, and you now had something to base off on now.

He can and will spoil your ass!!!

Expect him to give you the most stunning and thoughtful gift you’ve ever received on a random Tuesday.

Why’d he do that? Nothing. Just felt like it.

“Hey, YN,” Michael called out to you in the hallways as you grabbed a few books in your locker, tapping on your shoulder. You turned to meet the face of the voice. “Hmm? Oh, hello, dear.” You grinned, pushing yourself on your toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. You saw him holding back a blush and a smile to your touch. “What is it?” You continued, asking what he approached you for. It wasn’t usual for him to go up to you like this—at least not before class since he usually got to class either super early or super late. “I wanted to give you this.” He said, handing you an ornately-decorated handbag. Your eyes lit up in excitement. You knew one thing from the gift so far—you were definitely gonna keep the bag. It was too pretty to throw out. “Can I open it?” “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.” He nodded, resting himself on the locker adjacent to yours. The gift, or rather gifts, stunned you. What was inside was a pearl necklace, a flowery brooch, and a gorgeous poet’s shirt. “Michael… Why’d you get me this?” You said worriedly. You didn’t like the idea of him spending his money on you—especially if the things he got were pricey. “Why shouldn’t I? I was out with my friends yesterday at some antique shop, and I saw that. I knew you’d love it.” He smiled, quietly chuckling at your reaction. “You didn’t have to.” You replied, a pout on your face. “But I wanted to.” He reassured, placing his hands on your arms. “Well, thank you then.” You hummed, burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

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NOOOO I GHOSTED U IM SORRYYYYYYYYYY

things have been super busy for me too 😭😭 hope the move is going well baefy

And abt the kyman cartman if u search up “cartman’s future self” on yt it should pop up! It was so random for just one ep but more ppl know that design as the kyman cartman instead of that it’s actual canon kinda LOL

- 💫anon

OMFG DWWWW WELCOME BACK!

omg ANON thank u crap i am not ready to move back in!!!! its okay though i love my room mates !!!! i hope things lighten up for you!!!

OH YEAH the future self n me episode!!! honestly i get what you mean but my brain just short circuits to the kyman comic everytime i see that pic 💀 I haven't really read it (nor do i have the intention to honestly) but i wonder if its an au where cartman does what his future self does LMAODMND

#cocogrrrl talks!#💫 anon #sweetumssszzz!!!

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i shit u not it took me a good 30 minutes thinking of this chapter's title and then i was like fuck it fob reference LMAO

neways!! ive been working on series mostly recently (vamp kenny and musician secret relo stan 😇), reqs will come but at a slow-ish pace thank u guys!!!! i love you mwa mwa hugs for all of you

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rendezvous

Chapter 7: Half-Doomed, Semi-Sweet

brad finds that a night in the club with ed (kevin) and the girls churns out a few interesting details. later, brad and yn are alone.

wc: 3162 cw: inbriated people and drinking and smoking and clubs check the series masterlist here! previous chapter

an: fun fact the latter half of this chapter is what started this whole shebang! wrote it on the plane long b4 this acc

He entered the place with, Kevin, only to be greeted by sweaty, inebriated people. The smell of the place disgusted him. Clubs were definitely not his favorite place.

“Brad!” A faint voice belonging to YN called out. He looked through the sea of people, trying to find her.

The music set for ambiance was a little too loud for his liking, and it seemed like she called him with a slur etched onto her tongue. Maybe that was just the dizziness he felt from the suffocating feeling of being in the crowd. Honestly, he was glad that he could even hear her in the bustling space of noise.

She found him first, and so he was greeted by her intoxicating (err, more like intoxicated actually) smell. Yeah, she was probably really drunk already. He wondered how many drinks she already had. I mean, he meant that with no harm, but he found her clinging onto his arm. Note that it wasn’t even that late yet.

“What took you so long?!” She lightheartedly fumed with a pout, punching him on the arm.

“Fashionably late?” He replied, looking at his boring get-up of a jacket thrown-on jacket over a loosely-buttoned shirt and some pants.

In actuality, they were late because Kevin had nothing to wear. He was supposed to borrow some clothes from Kenny since he put in an awful lot of effort into fashion from time to time. The blonde, however, had nothing that he wanted to wear.

To add to more damage, they had a difficult time finding the club since it was hidden away and located a little away from the town.

“In that outfit, you’re not.” She laughed, eyeing his outfit as well. ”I’m guessing this is Ed?” She asked, pointing to him.

“Yup.” He nodded nonchalantly.

“Cool! Nice to meet you. You look better than Brad here. You should teach him a trick or two about dressing up.” She leaned over to Ed, whispering the latter to him. The whisper sounded more like a yell, though, since Brad could hear what she was saying.

“Will do, ma’am.” He courteously bowed down to her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Chivalry is not dead it seems.” She said, having an arm out for him to grab and get up. “I’ll show you guys to Bebe and Red.” She walked to one of the booths on the sides, to which you two trailed behind her.

“Hey, Red. Hey, Bebe.” Brad greeted, waving to them and taking a seat on the empty side of the table.

“Hi, Brad.” The two of them greeted—Bebe with a bright smile and Red with a nod.

“I’m guessing that’s Ed,” Bebe inquired, pointing to your friend, who shuffled down and sat beside you.

“Mhm.”

“I’m gonna go get a drink. You four chit-chat, ‘kay?” YN interjected.

“Can you get me a refill on this whiskey? I’m all out.” Bebe asked, handing her empty glass to her.

“Gotcha.” She replied, grabbing the glass. ”Red, do you want anything?” The girl replied with a shake of the head. ”Okay.”

“I’m guessing she’s already had something to drink?” Brad said once she left.

“Yup, she downed a Long Island as soon as we got here,” Bebe explained, looking at her phone, presumably texting someone.

“Really? I can barely get through a drink in under half an hour, and she just finishes one whole drink like it’s nothing?”

“That’s our YN.” Red smiled, leaning her body onto Bebe’s shoulder.

“What time did you guys get here, by the way?” Brad asked.

“10:45, I think?” Bebe answered, now redirecting her focus on the two boys.

“That’s pretty early.”

“We had nothing better to do.” Bebe yawned. “What prompted you to bring Ed?”

“Well, this place is a little away from town, but Ed’s apparently been here before. He’s here to accompany me.”

“Cute, so he’s your date?” Red joked.

“I’m more like his plus one, but I’ll take it.” Ed beamed optimistically. ”I’d date Brad any day!”

“Considering it a date, then.”

“Thanks!” He said with a giggle. “I’m gonna go get a drink. You want anything, dude?” Ed offered, turning to Brad.

“You think you can get me a forty?”

“Oh, sure, definitely!” Ed reassured with a strong sense of eagerness as he made his way out of the booth.

Bebe had her back turned from Brad and Red as Ed walked away to grab their drink. As soon as he was out of earshot, she looked back at Brad. “Okay, we’re clear,” she expressed, letting out a sigh. “Brad.”

“Yes?” He responded accordingly, nervous.

The gravity of the people he was surrounded with settled in an instant. Right. He wasn’t just hanging out with some girl’s friends, he was hanging out with possible murderers. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t help but not that Bebe’s stare at him was a deathly one. Red too, but she often had a cold look on her face anyway. No offense to her.

What were they going to do to him this moment? Hopefully nothing too bad. He did gain a little of their trust the last time he was out with them. Right? Agh, he hoped he wasn’t on their bad side.

Maybe it was his anxiousness messing with him, though. The only thinking he seems to have is overthinking anyway.

“YN’s probably gonna forget to ask you this, but you wanna join us on Friday? We’re gonna check on the guy we met up with last time, and you were solid last time. The girl wanted to bring you again.”

“We know that you know we’re some gang or whatever,” Red added.

Huh? What did that mean? Did that mean they knew he was undercover? He’s cooked for sure. It’s over for him now, isn’t it? He completely bombed the operation. Jesus Christ. Where the hell is Kevin now? He was supposed to help Kyle! He seemed to disappear so quick. Ohshitohfuck — abortabortabort!

“At least a lot of people do anyway. We figured you’re one of them.” Bebe added further onto Bebe’s last statement.

Ah. It’s as if a hundred-kilogram weight was lifted off of Kyle’s chest.

“Ahahah, yeah!” Brad laughed, trying to cover up the tenseness on his shoulder.

“You know, I’m surprised you aren’t scared of us anyways.” Bebe laughed along with him.

“Love knows no bounds.” He joked, raising his arm proudly as he spoke.

“Fuckin’ romantic. Get your corny ass out of here.” Red said, finding herself laughing with the two of them now. Brad fake-scoffed in reply.

“So, are you coming with us or not?” Bebe asked, turning her head a bit to the side.

“Oh, yeah! Sure. I think I’m free.” He accepted, quickly looking through his phone to check his schedule.

“Perf. Meet us in front of the hotel at 10 PM, ‘kay?” The blonde smiled—a sharp contrast to her supposed deep stare at him a few moments ago.

“Gotcha.” Brad clicked his tongue, nodding.

“She really likes you, by the way.” Red hummed.

A smile crept up on the edge of his lips. Seems like he was doing his job right, then. He guessed that they haven’t found out that he’s undercover and that YN already likes him. Cool.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Don’t do anything funny or do anything stupid, though. You may like her, but she’s still healing.” Red said, tagging on her last statement. Again, Brad received a dirty look from her. Did YN’s friends like him or not?

“Healing? From what?” He asked, a little confused.

“She got back from a pretty bad breakup a little over a month ago,” Bebe explained, eyes drawn back again to her phone.

”If you fuck with her, you fuck with us. Yeah?” Red hissed at him, yet a smug grin on her face.

“She may act pretty reckless sometimes, but at the end of the day, she’s still human. She’s our best friend.” Bebe intervened one more, massaging Red’s shoulders to signal her to calm down.

“Yeah, I got that. It’s not like I’m dating her, though.”

“Yet,” Red mumbled, rolling her eyes.

Their conversation seemed to have dissolved, though. It ended in a quiet nothingness between the three. Kyle couldn’t help but feel a sense of hatred that came from the two. Perhaps they were just looking out for YN? As they said, she can be a wreck sometimes, but she still is their best friend.

A text message quickly swept him off from his thoughts, though.

April 3, 11:21 PM

??? want your daily dose?

As soon as his eyes scanned over the text, he looked to see where YN was. How convenient. She wasn’t in sight.

kyle you word it in such an odd way

??? is there a problem with that?

kyle no no there isnt i’m out though so i can’t do what you want

??? i’m probably still gonna give you the hint either way just do it when you can yeah?

kyle you make a point

??? alright you nasty fuck

kyle excuse me?

??? never mind send a cute pic of yourself pouring a glass of wine

kyle alright later

??? of course cutie ;)

Immediately, a voice sweeps him out of his conversation.

“Damn, Brad!” The voice quickly gathers all three of the people’s attention. “I was joking about Ed looking good, but look! He’s going wild there!”

Quickly, Brad shot his gaze toward Ed, a hint of worry. There he was, Kevin, grinding on some girl. Keep in mind, it hasn’t even been five minutes since the guy deserted Kyle (and he probably hasn’t even had anything to drink yet), and the guy’s here already dry-fucking someone. Christ.

Whatever.

“Dude.” He stared at him disappointingly.

“Aww, your date ditched you.” Red snickered.

“How unfortunate,” Brad replied sarcastically, sighing as he rested his head on the table.

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Eventually, Bebe and Red had to leave. Bebe had work to get to the next morning, and Heidi wanted Red home at that moment.

That leaves just you and Brad alone in the booth. You two were sitting right beside each other as the music pumped itself in your ears. Over the few hours you spent here, though, you’ve just learned how to tune it out.

“So that leaves just the two of us, huh?” Brad spoke up as soon as Bebe and Red had exited the room.

“Yeah.”

The empty air filled the silence that was between you two. The club was lively and it only seemed like it was going to just be louder. Despite the noise, you felt a serene quiet between the two of you, funnily enough. It was a quiet that you could find yourself comfortably basking in. Yeah, you could go the whole night by his side in this peacefulness.

And then the silence was disturbed.

You were the one to break it. “I’m gonna go out for a smoke. Do you wanna come?” You motioned your head to point to a door that stood in the back of the club. It lead to an empty alleyway only illuminated by the weak light of an adjacent lampost. He nodded suit and followed your stride outside the busy club.

You didn’t realize how cold it was since, as soon as you stepped outside, the air immediately bit onto your skin. The sensation made you shiver, causing you to bring your palms to your arms to provide some warmth.

Maybe Brad spotted the action because, next thing you know, he was shrugging his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders. You looked back at him curiously. Isn’t this dude a cop supposedly tracking you down? Why does he seem so nice to you? He’s probably just making you like him more, but he didn’t have to do that.

“Thanks.” You smiled, reaching into your bag and pulling out a cigarette and a lighter to light it up.

“Of course.” He returned the grin as you took a long drag from the stick.

“You want one?” He shook his head in reply. “Stand here, second-hand smoke.” You laughed, pulling him to a side farther away from the smoke. The wind passed through you and carried the toxins away from the direction you pulled Brad from.

He mumbled a ‘thank you’, to which you acknowledged with a hum. That wasn’t the only thing he had to say, though. “So, just curious, did you grow up in this town?” Brad scooted closer to YN, making sure to leave a small space for both of them to breathe.

“Well, no. I’m from upstate,” You breathed. It was true. You grew up and lived there for a good part of your life. “I moved here a few years ago. Did you grow up in this town?”

“Oh, yeah. I grew up all my life. I only moved out for college, but I returned here as soon as I graduated.” He smiled to himself as he set he rested his body weight on the wall.

You wondered if he was being honest. I mean, he seemed genuine, but he could have easily lied about that. Although, it doesn’t seem like too personal of a question as well. Maybe telling truth was better.

“So you know this place well?” You asked, shifting your view from the dirty, brick wall to him.

“Like the back of my hand.” He replied, his eyes already on you the whole time. Seeing his gaze on yours, you find yourself smiling

“Well,” you paused to think of the right words to use. ”Has this place always been, for lack of a better word, gloomy?” You asked.

In your few years of residence here, you noticed that the place seemed to be a ghost town. Well, not completely, but it seemed to be so bleak and dreary. You just wondered, and maybe even hoped, that it was alive at one point.

“I guess not. I mean, crime has always been common here. The town used to be very lively and unique.” You could sense a certain distaste with how he said that last word. You didn’t press on it, though. ”It’s just that people change, you know?”

“Ah, yeah.” You nodded. ”What was it like before then?”

“Well, you know Cartman, right?” You nodded. Cartman, to you, was a friend. You’re well-acquainted with him, and on rare occasions you even get him to do your bidding. Speaking of which, you should probably ask him more about Kyle. “When we were kids—I shit you not—he killed this kid’s parents and fed them to him.”

“No way…” You said, your jaw slightly agape in shock. There is no way that shit was capable of that, especially as a little kid, right? Maybe it was over something serious. ”Over what?”

“Cause the kid that picked on him, like, he stole 16 dollars and publicly humiliated him in front of the whole town.”

Your jaw seemed to go only lower. Brad found himself laughing at your reaction, amused. So was this kind of fucked-up shit normal to him? “You’re playing. There is no way that’s real.

“It really is!” He rose from his position and laughed along with you. “And get this: there’s this girl who sent her substitute teacher to the sun once.” He added.

“How, why?”

“My best friend Stan and his girlfriend, Wendy, were together then, yeah? Stan had a crush on our substitute teacher, Ms. Ellen. Wendy got super jealous. When Ms. Ellen said that she was going to be a permanent teacher there, Wendy lost her shit, and so she decided to hire a few people to send her off into the sun.”

“The fuck? You all were kids when that happened?” you spoke. Brad had a knowing nod over your reaction.

“Yeah, there were a lot of other crazy things that happened when we were kids. Aliens, Cthulhu, or ManBearPig, it all felt normal to us honestly.” He smiled to himself. “I used to hate it here cause it seemed like nothing made sense all the time.”

“Let me guess, you were the peacemaker friend, then got tired and gave up on others?” You mused, rocking on your feet as you looked expectantly at him.

“Maybe,” he agreed, giving a brief nod. ”But I’d rather call myself the voice of reason.”

“How so?”

“I’d give ‘Today I learned’ type of speeches growing up, and whenever shit hit the fan, I was often the one to intervene and warn that the idea was stupid.”

“Uhuh,” you murmured at his sentiment, paying no mind to it. Not really a proper reply that said much, just to not leave him hanging on a response all that much. To be courteous, to shorten it all up.

You looked at Brad as if his eyes were somewhere else. ‘Maybe he was a respectable person,’ you thought to yourself. No, he definitely was. It’s just that you wouldn’t normally respect him in the kind of predicament you’re in. Not to say that you’ve been in a situation like this before, no. He just seemed a lot nicer than, you know, most other cops.

You wondered what would have happened if Bebe didn’t tell you that he was some narc. What would have happened?

You weren’t sure why, but even if Brad was on the hot trail of arresting you for whatever reason, you felt like it was easy to be around him—at least when you’re not trying to play things safe. He seemed compassionate and genuine under the persona he was trying to play.

At the end of the day, though, he’s a guy trying to take you down. You shouldn’t enjoy his company.

“I know you said you’re tough and all, and it’s true I suppose, but you definitely don’t look like it. Have you had any run-ins with the police?” A risky question, but it would either mean he’d lie or get the hint you know. If he was going to with the former, what exactly would he say? In your peripheral, you could spot him tense up a little at your question.

He was a little slow to answer. “Uh, well, just a few times.” Oh? “Nothing too notable. Mostly just speeding tickets and stuff. I don’t really beat people up and stuff like you guys do—no offense.” He said, hastily adding that last part.

His eyes were fixed onto yours, which hadn’t met his. You could hear him faintly lear his throat up and chuckle with nervousness behind it.

“You seemed so scared. What’s the matter, Brad?” You laughed. “Are you actually a narc or something?”

“No. I mean, I would’ve arrested you on-site when you beat that guy up. That is if I were a cop.” He tried playing a cool guy, a confident person, but the tips of his ears were red. “You saw me scare that guy. I don’t think any of South Park’s force has the gut to do that.”

“Yeah, sure.” You hummed.

next chapter.

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sorry for the slow updates currently in a writing slump + packing for my dorms since im moving in a week 🙁

#cocogrrrl talks!

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Hi! Can you do a TransMale!reader and Kyle fic where reader feels really dysphoric and upset while the two are in public because of stares 😭

And then Kyle corrects someone when they misgender reader 😭

It would cure my dysphoria 🥺/j

-📌🎀

real men

you arent feeling the best, and when you get purposefully misgendered, you only feel worse

kyle broflovski x transmale!reader cw: transphobia, gender dysphoria wc: 1050

an: as an enby person i feel like this was more self indulgent than anything, i hope this captures what you're looking for anon 😭

Somehow, something hits you at the worst of times, and then you feel like every single wave within you is crashing, and there is no way you can stop it. The particular stare of some people, the way you overhear how others talk about you, how they refer to you. It’s a reminder that you’ll never be who you want to be.

To many people, you just escaped the person you were. You weren’t actually trying to reshape yourself into the person you’re meant to be—you were just destroying yourself. You were stupid in their eyes.

In a way, sometimes you felt like they were right.

Were the new clothes, new name, and new identity all worth it? Because at the end of the day, one wrong move and people will know or be reminded of who you once were. Sometimes you believed that it’s no use—the changes you made—because all you want is people to accept who you were, which they didn’t.

“YN? Are you okay?” Kyle’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, waving a hand in front of your face.

You two were spending time together in the back of the school during your break, and you hadn’t realized that you completely spaced out.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, just a little tired.” You laughed, brushing your thoughts off. You didn’t want to worry Kyle at this moment. He doesn’t deserve to hear you wallowing. He’s worth more than that.

“Are you sure?” He said, raising a brow at you. You think he knows what’s going on, but you can’t tell.

You really didn’t want to bother Kyle or your feelings in fear of opening a dam, so you did your best to swat both away. “Yeah.”

“Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Eh, I couldn’t sleep. I think it was 3 AM, and I was still wide awake” That was true, at least. You had trouble sleeping, and Kyle knew that very well. A double dose of sleeping pills could barely get you through the night.

“How much time do you have left before your next period?”

“Uh, 20 minutes.” You said, looking at the time on your phone.

“You wanna sleep first?” He offered, patting his shoulder.

“I had coffee a while ago, so I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” You smiled, shaking your head but still resting your body on Kyle’s side. What can you say? You’re a clingy person.

As you heard people making their way through the school grounds, getting to their next class, Kyle scrolled on his phone as you relaxed your mind and your body. Your thoughts eventually settled, and you felt a little lighter. You hadn’t realized that you were feeling better.

Until one person showed up.

“And here, you can see the covetous jew with his gay ass girlfriend,” Cartman said, waving his arm at you two from a distance like he’s some tour guide and you two are attractions at a zoo. He was showing and befriending the freshmen around since no one in his grade wanted to hang out with him.

“Dude, can you shut the fuck up?” Kyle rolled his eyes as he placed his phone down. “He’s my boyfriend, by the way.”

“I don’t get what you mean, Kyle. YN’s is so obviously a chick! She’s got tits and everything.” He spat, motioning to your parts.

“First of all, he’s a boy regardless of what you say.” He let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes tight as he relieved his annoyed feeling. He knew better than to start a fight right now. It’s not what any of you needed. ”Second of all, didn’t you identify as a trans woman when we were younger?”

He scoffed in reply as his jaw hung so low it was almost comical like it was saying ‘How dare you bring that up?!’ “No, I so fucking didn’t!”

“There was one time you dressed up as Britney Spears once and danced with a cardboard cutout of Justin Timberlake. Butters still has the video.”

“No, he doesn’t.” He mumbled, sounding defeated.

“Yes, he does, and I will call him if you don’t quit it.”

“Whatever, the video’s edited anyway.” He grumbled, motioning the group of freshmen to follow him as he would go on to find his next victim.

Kyle let out a deep breath once more, the tenseness in his shoulders dropping once Cartman had left the scene. “Are you alright?” He looked at you sympathetically, putting a hand on your back.

“I don’t know…” You replied, your gaze now directed on the ground.

Your thoughts of earlier had swarmed back. They couldn’t just be swatted away. There’s always something that’ll rock the hive.

You just hated how he was just spreading that fact. It means that you wouldn’t even have a chance of appearing like a boy to others now. It feels like you were always destined to be a girl because of shit like this.

“I’m sorry he did that.” You could sense a hint of frustration still lying under his voice.

“It’s out of your control. I think it’s inevitable.”

“Don’t think that way. You aren’t worth his time or his bigotry.”

“I just wish people saw me as a guy.” You exhaled, bringing your legs up to your chest as you balled your body up.

“A lot of people do. It’s because you are one.”

“Yeah? That doesn’t stop shits like Cartman telling others that I’m not a real man.”

“Real man, this real man that. Who’s to define what makes a man anyways? Definitely not him.” He laughed, hoping to ease a little bit of your stress.

“YN, you are a boy, okay? Just because you don’t fit into the construct that the fuck built in his idea of gender, it doesn’t mean that you are any less of a man. It’s his fault that he can’t seem to recognize the man you really are.”

You turned your head from buried in your lap to his view. You felt a smile creep on your lips. Even if people like Cartman would always be around, at least you had your boyfriend to be by your side despite everything. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He hummed, bringing you into a hug.

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