#marjorine x reader

[artidiya]

Live Laugh Marjorine

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[littlestardude]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Marjorine taking care of a high reader and Kenny! || Oneshot || Kenjorine x Reader (Kenny x Marjorine x Reader)

✰ - SFW - ✰

Plot: Marjie taking care of a toasted Reader and a toasted Kenny :3

Note: RAHHHHHHH I LOBE KENJORINEEEEEE‼️‼️‼️ i am SO normal about them :33 and POV from marjie, and sorry it's short wahhhg 😔😔 also here's the ask it came from!

TW:Drugs (weed)

Gender: Gen Neutral

Marhirie... Can u cowme over to my hosue pelalse bb :((( we miss youue , kennys heree.

Sent at 11:38 PM

Marjorine's screen lit up at the message, it was late and there was only two people who would think to text her at 11:38 PM. Her partners.

She sighed lightly and laughed at the misspelled message, she could tell that they were high.

I'll be there in 10 :3

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She packed her bag with some clothes because she was sure she'd end up staying, some water and snacks, and some medicine. And maybe some face masks too... Yes, face masks.

Right before she picked up her phone to put it in her pocket it buzzed and lit up again.

Can you brignsn mcdonals too pleasese ty ily I'll pay u back I prommy :((

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She rolled her eyes playfully and picked up her phone and wallet.

Knock knock

Marjorine shifted uncomfortably while holding the bags of hot food. She waited for a little bit and started daydreaming but snapped back to reality at the door opening

"Marjieeeeee, hi babyyyyy" Y/N said in a sing-songy voice and took the bags of food out of her hands and see them on the dining table.

They wrapped their arms around her neck and gave her plenty of kisses, they reeked of weed.

"Hey sweetie, do you feel okay? " Marj asked a bit worryingly.

"I'm fuckin.. Great, I'm sooo happy you're here honey... " They kissed her on her lips sloppily, tasting of weed.

Kenny stumbled out of the room, almost falling over and grabbed onto the wall, he looked over at the two of them and his eyes lit up.

"Marjiee!! Babyyyy, hiiii, " he stumbled on over and wrapped his own arms over her neck and gave her plenty of kisses as well.

"You look so prettyyyy honeyyyy... I love youu, " he hugged her tightly, and then hugged Y/N as well.

Marjorine hugged them back and slowly started walking them to the dinner table to sit down.

"Come on now, let's just sit down and eat something, okay? " she said as she started taking the food out of the bags.

Kenny and Y/N started giggling slightly and nodded their heads lazily. They both laid their heads down on the table and held hands.

Marjorine took the water out of her bag so they could get hydrated and had something to drink with their meal.

They thanked her and took their food and ate like the last time they ate was two Tuesdays ago. Marjorine was only halfway done when the other two we're done.

She'd say she was surprised but really wasn't considering the two of her partners could really throw down when they were high.

They waited while Marjorine finished her food, and then swiftly after, Kenny dragged the other two to Y/N's bedroom.

You would think his eagerness stemmed from horniness, but he really just wanted to lay down and cuddle with his partners.

They laid down comfortably with Marjorine in the middle, and the other two thanked her profusely for the McDonalds.

"We love you so much... You're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone, Marjie... " Y/N said, slightly slurring their words and slowly coming down from their high.

"Yeah, you're so amazing Mar, we love you more than words could ever describe, " Kenny added on, kissing Marjorine on the cheek.

Marjorine was practically a melted puddle in the middle of the two, she nervously rubbed her knuckles together, "Oh jeez guys... Well, I love you two too... "

Kenny and Y/N followed with more kisses on her cheeks.

"Oh, I brought face masks by the way! " Marjorine said eagerly.

Kenny and Y/N grinned at her excitement, she really was an amazing girl.

[lost-walmartbag]

Marjorine x reader p. 2

Playlist- Like the sun

Warnings: N/A

Background: Marjorine helps you ease into being more comfortable around people.

Status: Ongoing

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'Leo?'

After you talked to Marjorine you felt happy that you finally had someone to talk to and hang out with. You didn't know what to really do. Do you text them whenever you wanted or only when it was important? It was new to you but you were open to trying to figure it all out.

You walked into school and look around seeing Marjorine at their locker. You slowly walked up to them and they instantly noticed you. They smiled and their eyes lit up when they saw you.

"Hey Y/N. How's your morning?" They asked with a bright smile.

"Um, h-hi. it's ok." You stuttered out making their smile slowly disappear.

"You're really nervous is that how you are with everyone?" They asked softly trying to make you more comfortable.

"Y-yeah b-because I don't talk to many people i-it's hard to not be nervous." You explain looking away. "Eye contact is hard too."

"We can definitely work on that. Don't work we'll go slow." They said with a smile. "How are you with physical contact?"

"I-I d-don't really like being touched." You say holding onto the strap of your backpack.

"Well, that's ok. Sometimes socializing and stuff is hard but don't worry I'll be a good teacher." They said taking your hand causing you to look up and see their eyes were huge and their wide smile.

You couldn't help but blush a bit. You liked them touching your hand and smiling at you like that. You had to look away after a few seconds you couldn't keep staring it just made you so nervous. It was like staring into the sun you just couldn't look for too long but they made you feel warm.

"That was 5 seconds!" They cheered smiling even wider. "That's not bad, and you haven't pulled your hand away. You're doing way better than you said."

Their praise made you blush harder. "T-thank you." You stutter out sheepishly. The bell rang signaling you to go to class, but Marjorie didn't let go of your hand.

"How about I keep holding your hand until you feel like you have to pull away ok?" They asked slowly walking to class hand and hand with you. "How about we talk about something to make you less nervous. When we talked about sewing yesterday you didn't stutter so maybe if we talk about it you'll loosen up."

You nod and walk hand in hand with them to class. "I started a new project last week and I'm almost done but I ran out of fabric for the skirt and I haven't been able to find it anywhere."

"Oh, what did it look like? Maybe we can go to the store after school today to see if they have it." They said walking into class with you and taking their seat but still holding your hand.

"That's what I was looking for yesterday and I didn't see any so I'm scared that maybe they won't get another shipment and I won't be able to finish." You say sitting in the seat next to him. You honestly completely forgot you were even holding their hand as you blabbed on about sewing.

"I'm sure we can find some don't worry." They said placing their head on their free hand.

"Hmm, I guess so. Thanks, Leo." You say smiling brightly at them making their face turn a light shade of pink.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds and it made you realize that you two were still holding hands. You became flustered once more and pulled your hand away.

"You did really good Y/N. That was like at least a few minutes." They praised making you blush and look away. You simply nodded in response.

The class went on normally but Kyle who had watched the entire interaction kept a close eye on Marjorine and you. When class ended Marjorine turned to talk to you but you quickly got out of your seat and left the room without saying bye. Marjorine let out a small sigh and smiled softly to themselves.

"I guess we'll work on that." They muttered to themselves.

"Hey, Butters." Kyle said walking up to him.

"Well hey, Kyle what's up?" They asked with a smile and gathered their things.

"Are you and the new girl dating?" He asked bluntly.

"Y-Y/N? N-no we aren't dating." They said blushing and looking away,

"You guys were holding hands and she called you Leo," Kyle said questioningly.

"O-oh I'm just helping her work on socializing." They said clearly becoming uncomfortable by the question.

"But why does she call you Leo? I thought you didn't like your name." He said

"I-I'm just trying it out." They said looking up at Kyle who had a confused look on his face. "I got to get to class talk to you later ok? Bye."

Marjorine quickly ran out of the class. Maybe it was the sudden questions but now they couldn't stop thinking about you. Would they want to date you? Would you date them? The idea of being with you didn't sound bad but they honestly didn't want to think about that right now.

After school you walk out of the front doors seeing Marjorine standing there and waving you over.

"Hey Y/N! You wanna head out to the store?" They asked smiling softly.

"Yeah I've been thinking and if they don't have the fabric out maybe they'll have some in the back." You say as you started walking with them.

"Oh and this will be great practice for you! You can ask the cashier to check for you." They said excitedly making you stop dead in your tracks and tremble.

"I-I have to talk to her?" You ask your voice shaking

"Hey don't worry we can practice before we get there." They said taking your hand.

The sudden contact made you even more nervous but when you looked up at them their smile put me at ease. You nod and walk with them to the store biting the inside of your cheek.

"Ok so pretend I'm the cashier ok? Just tell me what you would ask." They said.

"Ok." You say taking a deep breath. "H-Hi c-can you check to see if you have any of the silk blue fabric?"

"Perfect just take a deep breath and don't worry ok?" They said opening the door of the store for you.

You nod, letting go of their hand and walking inside. You slowly make your way to the fabric isle and look around not seeing the fabric you wanted.

"Hmm doesn't seem like it's here." Marjorine said with a frown.

"Does that mean I have to ask?" You ask nervously.

"Mhm but don't worry you'll do just fine and I'll be right next to you." They said with a smile.

You slowly walk to the cashier and clear your throat. "E-excuse me?"

The cashier turned around giving you a small smile. "What can I help you with?"

Marjorine stood back watching you talk to the cashier. They smiled as they watched the cashier leave to the back, and you stood there with a bright smile. Your smile made them blush a bit as they see how proud you are in yourself. You turn your head to face them, giving them a toothy smile.

Marjorine felt like their heart skipped a beat and her blush grew deeper. They held up a thumbs up and looked away. They touched their face and felt the heat.

"What's wrong with me?"

A/N: Hey guys hoped you liked this sorry I didn't post yesterday I wanted to change the way my fics first looked and so hopefully they look way better. And like I mentioned before I'm pretty new to tumblr so I didn't know people who reblogged my post before the change would look like the old version even after I changed it. But yeah idk im learning 🤧 so I encourage you guys to read my past fics once more because I did do some editing and especially to my stan fic so yeah. Also, I made a lil playlist for this series ofc you don't to listen to it but these are just some small songs that fit the vibe a bit imo. Got the idea from @n0tangeliccc who again is a million times better at stuff like this and has way better music taste than me. Anyway I love you all thank you sm for reading 🩷🩷🩷

[that-kid-fromtheplayground]

𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈! || Butters Stotch with a pretty female ! highschooler who takes care of him as an older sister.

note ;; age stays as canon.

It all started because your neighboors needed a babysitter for their son.

And you, being the highschooler you were, needed a bit of money to buy your most recent whim, so you knocked on the door and offered yourself to babysit their son.

Linda and Stephen talked for a bit before accepting you and telling you all the things that you needed to know. [like where the principal rooms were, the food you needed to prepare him for dinner and the bedtime]

Later on, when you were fully informed, you became Leopold ‘Butters’ Stotch’s babysitter.

To say it was a pleasure to be his babysitter would be an understandment, because that boy was truly an angel!

He was very polite to you the whole time and even asked you to paint his nails while you two watched a Barbie movie.

He also was very curious about you and asked many questions about highschool and about yourself, like your favourite colour, series and type of music.

After that little night you both call your first meeting you instantly developed a sense of protection towards Butters, and so on you kept interacting with him, and that’s how his friends met you.

“Butters, hun, you left your notebook in my house” you said as you walked towards Butters with a soft smile, said notebook full of Hello Kitty stickers safely held in your hands.

“aw, thank you! silly me, I forgot it” Butters chuckled with a small blush of shame as you handed him the notebook, you smiled warmly at him before crouching a bit and pressing a kiss to his forehead before ruffling his hair slightly.

"Butters dude, you coming or- woah!” you turned yourself to be met with a dark haired boy with ice blue eyes, Stan, staring at you with deep red cheeks and a surprised look.

And yeah, that was pretty much everyone’s reaction when they saw you.

And yes, Kenny did absolutely cling to you for dear life after you called him one of those sweet nicknames you had for Butters and started whinning when Cartman tried to get him off you so they could enter the school.

Now Kenny treats Butters super well in hopes he talks to you of him and you decide to look after him too, poor Kenny needs maternal love and affection.

Cartman mocks Butters about you and jokes alot about you being a basic bitch, Butters punched him in the face the day he called you that though.

You usually will stay the night at Butters’ house in Fridays and you both have a calm night of watching movies and drawing or doing silly little crafts to gift his parents / friends.

[please gift something to Kenny he will cry and cling to your leg for a whole 3 hours]

You def. will help Butters to sew and fix his different costumes.

You will also def. be Proffesor Chaos’ right hand and you’ll be dressed as the typical 80′s bad boy (I mean leather jacket INCLUDED) even though you are a girl AND THE SUPERHEROS ACTUALLY BELIEVE YOU ARE A BOY LMAO.

I am 103% believer in that you two will spend whole evenings baking little sweet treats and trying to decorate them so they resemble Hello Kitty’s characters.

You definitely have punched Cartman when he made fun of Butters, and you definitely had to be held back for Shelley and Stan while Scott hyped you up from the background.

do not 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖑 nor 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 my work || fanarts are welcome and appreciated !

[kwnnys]

Golden retriever butters w/ black cat gf :0 she’s like and intimidating and tough and always looks bored/annoyed but she’s super sweet w/ butters and v protective of him <33

— butters w a black cat!gf !

hcs : fem reader a/n : I will never not love this troupe omg. I had tons of fun writing this!! pls enjoy 🙏🙏

when butters first met you he was EXTREMELY intimidated, you always looked so... pissed off. but there was just something about you that made him want to learn more about you.

so he started approaching and talking to you while you were sitting alone at lunch. even when you looked uninterested in talking he kept going at it until you eventually started making a few comments and remarks here and there.

after more time passed you started to warm up to him and had actual conversations with the blond.

you both then started to hang out more and more and eventually started dating.

everyone was so shocked when they found out you guys were dating 💀 like... you guys are literal polar opposites

but despite being so different you guys get along so well! you absolutely adore everything butters does, and you're always there to help him with anything <3

you're by his side 24/7, and he loves your company. hes never felt so loved and cared for. not to mention he finally has someone he can really trust with his secrets and problems :D

you always protect him from cartmans little schemes and plans to manipulate the poor boy, telling him to fuck off and glaring at him whenever he even approaches you two.

when you guys are alone you spoil the SHIT out of him! giving him lots of kisses, cuddles, and words of affirmation till he literally cries <3

that "he asked for no pickles." meme is literally you guys.

also, his parents love you! although they were a bit suspicious of you at first, you managed to charm them and get them to allow your guy's relationship!

he gets grounded less often now too since you're always there to stop him from getting into trouble, but his parents would still find a way to ground him for the dumbest reasons.

you'll sometimes sneak in through the window to spend time with the silly guy!

hes honestly the perfect bf tbh 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

only 'bad' thing about him is that he calls you the most atrocious and embarrassing pet names in public in an attempt to be sweet and romantic, and you're just like 💀💀..

"hey sweet cheeks! would you mind passing me the salt?"

"...sure thing darling."

he prolly got the petnames from stans gang or the internet 😭 you get super embarrassed but never have the heart to tell him to stop.

but anyways, despite your guys big differences you both love each other so so much and are always there for each other <3

[angel-gone-south]

It's me I'm the problem it's me

Scott, tweek, marj/butters and Clyde (separate) x VERY emotional reader because I'm sad (always)

🖌 anon

Scott M., Tweek, Marjorine, and Clyde x Emotional!Reader

Ok this seems easy enough (i am going to cry writing this)

Age ambiguous

Tw: Abuse mention

【☆】★【☆】

Scott Malkinson

He worries

If you cry he will immediately hold you

Coos and shushes you.

Takes you out for ice cream when he can.

Lets you babble his ear off

Lots of sleepovers where you guys cuddle

Tweek Tweak

He screams

And panics

All he can think to do is awkwardly hold you and offer coffee

You say no of course

He has a special nickname for you when you’re sad

He holds your face close and listens a bit too intently to your problems (he’s trying his best)

Marjorine Stotch

Marjorine is a crybaby, too

Thanks to her parent’s abuse she holds it in mostly

But when she sees you cry…

Oh boy. Here come the waterworks

She probably mutters about how much she adores you and hates when you’re sad

You guys have sleepovers at your house and she listens to everything you say with this just. Total understanding

Clyde Donovan

We all know he’s a crybaby

So he wouldn’t even entertain the thought of making fun of you

If someone did, boy howdy are they getting an earful.

His mom told him it was emasculating to cry (you unteach him that)

From then on you’re each other’s rocks.

Be prepared for comfort snuggles too

I didn’t cry but my heart hurts

[mayoslaise]

May I request a platonic x reader for Kyle and Ike (or just Kyle) with a cousin reader who has Chunibyo but is still very loving and kind?

I had to look up what that was so I apologize if it’s not what you wanted. But it’s givinggg kaidou (I think) so I based reader off that also you didn’t specify the gender so I made reader a girl

CW: swearing and racist jokes (Jewish)

Kyle is nine in this, reader is in high school and Ike is 5

I was originally gonna add more of Ike but I had already wrote most of it (at literary 1 AM) and the copy and past was being a little bitch

Your aunt Sheila drops you off at her house to stay for the week since your parents are busy. You get out the car to be greeted by your little cousins Kyle and Ike running up to you hugging your legs “Why hello there my minions.” You say confidently making your voice a bit deeper to sound more intimidating while smirking. The laugh at you not taking you seriously “What are you laughing at! If you don’t stop now I’ll have to use my secret power on you two.”

You put your arm up to scare them into submission showing off where your power is hiden. You laugh ‘evilly’ “Oh (name) dear, I hate to interrupt you playing with the boys but can you help me with dinner? Gerald isn’t here right now.” Sheila walks outside with a few groceries in her hands “Ye-yes mam.” You give Ike and Kyle one last look before you walk into the house.

“Minions! Dinner is ready.” You bust into Kyles room to alert them of the food being done. They get up from the spot they were playing in and walk downstairs to the table. “Hey (name) can you walk with me to the bus stop tomorrow?” Kyle asks you with his mouth of knishes some of it falling out. “Sure min— Kyle I’d love to walk you to school.” You smile as innocently as possible to get Aunt Sheila off your trail ‘Whew I almost let my secret identity out.’ You think to yourself mentally sweating.

The next day you hold Kyles hand as you walk down the road to drop him off at the bus stop. You see three other boys standing there, one of them has a blue hat with red poof ball and black hair, another one is fat and has a teal hat with a yellow poof ball, the last one is wearing an orange parka. ‘Hm what an interesting group of kids..they better not mess with my minion or they’ll live to regret it.’ You stare at the boys suspiciously “Uh (name) why did you stop walking..?” Kyle looks up at you confused. You just stand there in silence having internal dialogue. Kyle lets go of your hand and walks over to his friends.

It takes a while for you to actually notice. Your eyes widen once you do and you run over to where Kyle went “Minion! You shouldn’t run off like that, what if I’m not there to protect you!” You look at Kyle angrily. The fat kid starts to laugh  hysterically “BAHAHAH MINION!? GOD JEWS ARE SO WEIRD DUDE!” You stare at the kid for a second absolutely shocked that he said that. You’ve never encountered a person that was this openly racist. “Shut up fat ass!” Kyle yells at the fat boy angrily. His voice brings you back to reality.

The boy continues to laugh loudly “Hey little fat ass boy.” Your voice stops sounding so ‘anime’ like when you talk now. The kid stops laughing and looks at you “If I hear one more thing like that from you, your mom won’t be able to recognize you and you won’t be able to eat solid foods ever again. I bet that makes you real sad huh, you won’t be able to eat all those cheese puffs and fried chicken. How sad.” The boys (including Kyle) look at you silently. You obviously shocked and maybe scared them a little bit.

The school bus pulls up to where we all are “That’s for you guys. Have a nice day at school minion.” The boys silently get on the bus and you hear the fat boy mutter s quiet ‘weak’ before the doors close.

…

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Waiting for something to happen?

[angelicyouth]

mafia au where they always send butters for reconnaissance in missions because of his innocent facade & his disguise: marjorine

[kenphobia]

THIS IS HOME!

"It's just you and me in this world."

summary. when skipping math class becomes a little cry out session with yours truly, marjorine. ( drabble / 1.6k wc / read end notes / ns//fw accs dni )

contents. aged up / teens au (15+). transphobia (mentioned), gender dysphoria, child abandonment / abuse. reader is gn but implied as trans. relationship dynamic is somewhat romantic. might be ooc. the writer is delulu and wrote this at 2 am.

"Mars, we're going to be late for class."

"J-Just hold on a sec! I'm still getting the finishing touches down."

You never been the most patient person nor were you someone who'd hang out in the school bathrooms to avoid math class, but Marjorine was. And she hated math class.

You groaned, nearly flinching away from the blonde girl's touch as she went and wiped off the remaining smudges of her lipstick. Why are their lipstick stains? Marjorine simply needed someone to model her brand new lipsticks for her to know which ones fit her current outfits. She always had a knack for making things look good as they can be, after all.

Marjorine smiled, her eyes scrunched up in delight and stepped back to see you in your full glory. Your face felt strangely off from the layers and upon layers of makeup crowding your face, cheeks full of blush and lipa heavy in a shade of (color).

Though, you must admit that she did a great job not making you look somewhat good-looking with the makeup. You have no idea what kind of god has gifted her with such talents, but you kind of envy her for it.

Marjorine clapped her hands, "So what do you think?" She asked, waiting expectantly for answer. She bounced on her heels, clutching the back of your chair firmly.

You stared at the mirror for a couple of moments, occasionally tilting yout head from side to side to see every part of Marjorie's art piece (that is unfortunate you because someone else that isn't you deserves to have their face be dolled up).

It took some minutes before feeling your own face heating up from looking at yourself, the embarrassment just now seeping into you and shining a light on your cracks. "It looks.... I look great, actually. Thanks, Mars."

Marjorine nodded enthusiastically. "Aah, I'm so glad you liked it!"

Though, Marjorine was smiling and happy, something felt off. And as you look at her, her smile seem strain and her grip on the hairbrush never been tighter than before.

Silence inserted itself between the two of you like a heavy brick wall of ice. The distasteful smell of cleaning supplies filled the bathroom only made the sudden silent atmosphere bitter on your tongue.

Something felt sad about Marjorine for the past few days. There was just something in her eyes that you couldn't read properly. The gaze in her eyes foggy and distant, and her expression blank and distracted everytime she thought no one was looking, everytime you weren't 'looking'.

You gulped down the bitterness and turned to her. 'Hey, Marjorine? Are you ... Are you okay?"

Marjorine stopped, putting her hairbrush down on the sink's flat surface. You can't see her face in her reflection.

"... Mars?" You called out.

She turned to you, smiling but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm fine, (Name). There's nothing for you to worry about!" She reassured, but there was something about her words that felt off.

"Mars, I'm serious. Are you really okay?" You asked again, probbing the question further to you as you took a step forward. You watched as Marjorine took a step back.

"(Name), what are you—"

"You can't lie to me, Marjorine." You frowned, furrowing your brows. "You've been avoiding math class all week and hang out in the bathroom even if it meant breaking school regulations. And I know you wouldn't break the rules for makeup and stuff, so what's going on?"

Marjorine looked at you, shocked, as if you had just revealed her deepest, darkest secret to the whole school. A glossy glaze clouded her eyes as she patted a finger on them in hopes that it won't ruin her makeup.

"No, it's just— I can't." She mumbled, stepping back. Pushing herself away from you til she had backed herself to a corner. "It just hurts."

You opened your mouth, but you hesitated, inhaling a breath between your teeth. "What hurts?"

Something felt sad about Marjorine, you were so sure about it, and only now you were able to see through that cloudy look of hers.

She leaned on the wall with her gaze stuck to the floor. She clasped her hands together, rubbing them against each other in a circling motion. The bathroom suddenly became colder than it already was.

"I don't know. It's just," Marjorine paused, rubbing her eye carefully as to not mess up her eyeliner. "It just hurts. It hurts that they'd rather plan and host a funeral than learn a new name. It hurts that I have to do so much just so people would know who I am, people that probably wouldn't care in the end of it all."

"Mars..." You gently call out. You reached your hands but hesitated, an uncomfortable tightness formed and binded your body in place.

An aching prickled Marjorine's eyes. And no matter how much she tries to save the makeup she tried so hard to put on, it did nothing against the tears pouring out of her tear ducts. "I wanna be just like you, (Name). You're just so comfortable in your own skin and everyone understands who you are, everyone knows who you are. Sometimes, I just wish I was fine with being a boy but I just can't. I don't want to be him, I want to be me."

At this point in time, Marjorine was already sitting on the bathroom floor and had her arms wrapped around her legs, hugging them protectively against her chest. You stood there silently, watching as the blonde girl break out into a fit of tears and dysphoria.

You sighed and sat with her down on the floor. You weren't sure how clean this bathroom is, and any other day you wouldn't choose to rest your ass on the grimey tiles, but you'd just do anything for Marjorine.

"Mars... Marjorine." You called out to her, your voice as soft and gentle as it could possibly be. You rested her hand on her arm and grabbed her attention quickly.

She turned to you with mascara running down her face, her lipstick smudged across her cheek and her hair has become a tangled mess. You wouldn't loudly admit, but she was still beautiful even if she looked like this. She's still your Marjorine.

"You know, I... I wasn't comfortable with myself back then too." You began, pausing slightly to think about your word choices correctly. "To be honest, I wasn't happy with the way I was before. And It took me a while as well to let people learn my name, know who and what I am."

Marjorine sniffed, rubbing tears away to only smudge her mascara more. "Y-You did?" She hiccuped.

You nodded. "During those times, I was helpless. And weak. I didn't have anyone who understood and supported me, not even my own parents. No matter how much I tried, they still call me ... that. They still I'm them."

"And you d-don't want to be t-them, right?" Marjorine mumbles. You only nod at her question and scoot closer to her, feeling her head lean on your shoulders.

"Never in my life had I want to be them, and I had no choice but to play along. My parents always preferred them over me, they'd rather kick me out than understand that they're no longer here. And it hurts." You rambled on, turning your head up once you felt the prickling sensation in your tear ducts.

"It hurts a lot." Marjorine had rested her hand in yours, squeezing it firmly in her hold. "I guess you weren't always comfortable as I thought you were."

"Not all of us would be comfortable being stuck in a body that doesn't align with how we actually feel." You chuckled, squeezing Marjorine's hand back. "But I'm quite jealous of you, you know?"

Marjorine turned her head up to you, furrowing her brows. "Jealous? Of me?"

"Yeah. In some way, I was jealous." You scratched your arm, trying to get rid of an itch that never had existed in the first place. "You have people who support you. Like Wendy, Bebe, Kenny... They're there for you, you know? I never had something like that."

"Oh." Marjorine merely said.

"Including me too." You grinned, blinking back the tears as you turned to face her. You held her face adoringly and used your thumbs to wipe away running mix of mascara and drying tears. "So stop thinking about your parents, stop thinking about that transphobic fat ass in your math class and just stop thinking about what a stranger would think about you. You're you and there's nothing anyone can about it."

Marjorine sniffed, stuffing her face into your palms as more tears welled in her eyes. "Thank you, (Name). I— I really m-mean that." She sobbed. "I'm a-also here for you! Supporting y-you just— just like you're s-supporting me."

Gently, you pecked a kiss on her forehead before pulling her up from the floor. You were careful as to not pull her muscle and brought her to the sink. "It's no big deal, Mars. Thanks for being by my side."

You flicked the tap on, water gushing out of the faucet immediately as you did. You wet your hands and began washing off the ruined makeup from Marjorine's face, as she laughed and giggled in your ever so tightening hold. You squeezed her cheeks.

"Come on, just stand still!" You whined, trying to avoid poking her eye on accident.

"But it tickles—!" Her words were cut off as you poked the side of her stomach, a pained gasp escaping her mouth in an instant. "Now that just hurts!"

"Maybe I wouldn't have done it if you just stayed still >:("

"I— How did you do that??"

After several minutes of laughing, and poking and playful fighting, you managed to clean Marjorine up. She stared at the mirror with not much of a though behind her eyes and patted her cheeks.

There's a slight moment of silence as the two of stood around in that bathroom and the realization of how much you two wasted time in here just now settled in you. But the running water and the hollow emptiness of the stalls managed to keep that realization at bay.

"Hey, (Name)?" She called out.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Do I... Do I still look feminine enough without makeup? Don't I look, you know, boyish?" Marjorine asked, laughing awkwardly at the end as she turned to you. She met your eyes for a couple of seconds before turning back go the mirror. "I just... I just want to know."

"Well, in my opinion, it doesn't matter if you're feminine or not, you're still Marjorine." You shrugged. You walked closer to her and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, resting your chin on the top of her head. "And there's no such thing as 'being feminine enough'. Do you have to be feminine to qualify as a girl?"

Marjorine sucked in a breath, hesitant. "I— No. I suppose not. I mean, there are masculine girls and they're still girls, right?"

"That's right." You hunmed in agreement, combing your fingers through her blonde locks. You buried your nose into her hair, instantly smelling the sweet cherry shampoo you had given her a few days ago (It was hello kitty themed too). "But if you want my opinion, then I'd say you're Marjorine enough to be Marjorine."

At this, she rolled her eyes and giggled. "Fine, fine. Whatever you say, (Name). Let's go to class before a teacher finds out about us skipping math class."

You slipped your hands into Marjorine's, earning a surprised look from the girl but she only smiled and faintly reddened at your action. You squeezed her hand and she squeezed back, a silent comfort that only the two of you knew about.

The water had stopped gushing as you turned off the faucet and the halls behind those doors sparkled to life with the clammering and thumping of footsteps.

"Yeah, let's go."

notes. GOD FUCKING FINALLY!!! I WROTE SOMETHING THIS MONTH. sorry for the radio silence i've been givign you all 😔 i suddenly lost interest in welcome home after watching too many south park tiktok clips so yeah

but dw!! i'm getting back in welcome home bit by bit, i just won't be focusing on it too much anymore :]] also!! the art is by me btw! will posting it soon on my art sideblog, @/canvashboy

tbh im more comfortable writing abt the main girls than the main boys since i feel i wouldn't get much blacklash if wrote the girlies a bit ooc.... you can request the main boys tho

speaking of requests!!! my inbox is open 24/7 for any south park requests. check out this post for my boundaries and etc etc.

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cruel summer (kenny's version)

my masterlist.

entry 4 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: a detailed account of your summer fling with kenny mccormick.

pairing: kenny mccormick x reader (college!au kinda)

fandom: south park

warnings:  implied nsfw. substance use (alc/weed/nic). language. vomiting.

notes: based on cruel summer by taylor swift. this was not beta read. we die like kenny.

word count: 7.9k

It all started and ended in Kenny McCormick’s rundown, single cab pickup truck. It was summer time and Kenny’s main friend group had all separated for this one lone week despite everyone being home from college. Stan was still on the outskirts of town at Tegridy Farms. Eric had been dragged out of state to visit family. Kyle was in Denver doing a week-long intensive course. 

Kenny was in community college, about to wrap up an associates in computer sciences, a few classes short of graduation. He was also working full-time at the local Best Buy doing tech support, but somehow he’d managed to have three days off in a row towards the end of the week. However, this had to be the worst time for him to have next-to-nothing to do.

You were in Marjorine’s bathroom, standing over her as she sat on the toilet, pink dye that was scented like lemon drop candy was coating the ends of her naturally blonde hair when your phone rang.

“Marj, can you see who that is and let me decide whether or not I”m gonna get you to answer that?”

The blonde girl laughed, “Sure thing!”

She grabbed your phone and looked at the screen, “It’s Kenny!”

“Kenny McCormick?” 

You said that like there was any other Kenny in your hometown. There was no confusion in your question, though, just a slight bit of disbelief. You’d had feelings for Kenny since high school that’d been a long-kept secret for various reasons. First, you thought Marjorine liked him, but apparently not. In reality, Marjorine is just a helpless romantic who has a slight attraction to all of her friends, you included. Then, he ended up in a weird situationship with Tammy Mullins and then “cheated” on Tammy Mullins with his ex, Tammy Warner, if you can even cheat on a fuckbuddy. 

Kenny didn’t have the most savory reputation in South Park when it came to women. He was a flirt who made it known to everyone how much he liked the ladies and with his charm and rugged looks, he oftentimes was able to pull any girl that he fed the right line to. You felt like it was pointless to pursue him, because you’d inevitably get your heartbroken and look like an idiot much like Tammy Mullins when she attempted to beat the ever living shit out of Tammy Warner for the aforementioned incident. 

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Marjorine spoke in a sing-song voice that let you know that she was highly anticipating overhearing this conversation.

You rolled your eyes, “Go ahead.”

Marjorine swiped the answer bar, “Well hi, Ken!”

“Hi, Barbie!” Kenny didn’t miss a beat, a chuckle to his voice, “Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m right here. What’s up, Kenny?” You spoke, distracting your nerves by finishing up Marjorine’s hair and making sure that the color was evenly spread with meticulous attention to detail.

“Just wanted to see if you ladies wanted to chill at Stark’s Pond later. The guys are all out of town doing fuck knows what and I have like...three days off of work and I’ve already bored myself to death.”

“You mean to tell me you’ve already gotten bored with jacking off and hitting up girls on Snap? Are you feeling okay, bud?” You said with a smirk, eliciting a gasp at your language from the blonde sitting underneath you.

“Ha ha…hilarious. I haven’t jacked it at all today. I’m waiting to see you in a bikini at the pond so I can have that mental image to cross that off my list.”

“Cute.”

“Gross, Ken!”

He chuckled again, “Are you guys coming or what?”

You looked at Marjorine and she looked at you. Before you could contemplate a response, she replied for you, “We’ll be there! Does 3:00 work?”

You shot her a look and she grinned mischievously. “Yeah, for sure. You make sure to look cute too, Marj. I’ve got a lot of free time coming up.” You could hear his smirk through the phone, earning him another eye roll.

“Oh shut it, Kenny. We’ll see you later.” 

“Okay! Love you guys, bye!”

“Love you too!” Marjorine replied, hanging up the phone and looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

“I hate you.”

“Nuh uh.”

“I’m going to drown you when I rinse you.”

“Oh, hamburgers.”

A few hours later, you were in your room putting on high waisted black bikini bottoms with a black and white striped top as you were trying to call Marjorine to determine whether or not the suit was too modest or just right. You’d called several times, but she still wasn’t answering. You turned your attention to your hair, putting it in two braids, when you finally heard your ringtone.

“Hey, are you okay? I tried calling like a hundred times.” You spoke over speaker phone, starting on your other braid.

“Yeah, I suppose I’m alright…well, a little anyway.” She sounded sad. You’d be willing to bet the $500 sitting in your savings account that you knew where this conversation was going. 

“What happened?” 

“Well, you see, my dad was real sore about my hair. He said it made me look cheap and…”

“You’re grounded…”

“Yeah…”

You sighed, “Marj, we’re twenty. Your dad can’t ground you forever.” 

She sighed back, “I know…I keep hoping that maybe he’ll stop the older I get, but really, I’m getting older everyday and he’s not stopping!”

You groaned, flopping back on your bed, “So, I’m just going to go hang out with Kenny alone…”

“You say that like you haven’t wanted to date him since we were in high school.” Marjorine said, a smile clearly perking up on her face. You could tell by her tone.

“Yeah, but like..” You tried to start replying back.

“But nothing! Go and have a good time!” she said, “And use protection!”

“Marjorine!” You gasped, shaking your head at her response.

“I’m just saying.” She replied. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Marjorine, are you on your phone?!” Her father’s voice boomed.

“No, dad…I’m just…uh…talking to myself!” She replied back nervously. You could hear her father barking out orders at her to stay quiet and to think about what she’d done. Quickly, she wished you luck and ended the call.

You looked at your phone, noticing it was almost time for you to leave and decided that you would start gathering your things so that you could go. Once you arrived, you immediately noticed Kenny’s truck. It was an older model with rusted parts, chipped paint, and numerous crude and comedic stickers littering both the back glass and the door to the bed.

Part of you wanted him to not show up. Sure, you’d been harboring a crush on Kenny, but to think you’d be able to pull him? There was no way. He liked girls with big boobs, curves, full lips, and gorgeous skin. Compared to those girls, you just felt normal, like there was nothing special about you. You’d been told you were beautiful, funny, and smart, but going after Kenny still felt futile.

You parked next to his truck and then got out, walking towards the pond with your bag in hand. You soon noticed the blonde boy laying on a tattered quilt blanket. He was wearing only orange swim trunks and a pair of aviator sunglasses. His head turned toward you and he did a double take, tossing his hand up to greet you.

You walked over and sat your bag down next to the blanket. Kenny let out a soft wolf-whistle. “Baby, baby, baby…” He said, “I thought the view of the pond was beautiful, but you’ve got it beat.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the blanket. “You’re full of it, Ken.” you said. He chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m just observing.”

“Uh huh…”

“Where’s Marj?” 

“Grounded”

“Shit…I mean, that sucks, but hey…” He turned on his side to look at you, “At least we get some time just you and me, right?”

Your chest tightened and you took a deep breath, “Mhmmm…”

“So…you seeing anyone?”

You rolled your eyes again. He was always so flirty with everyone. This was his baseline. You had to keep this at the front of your mind and just roll with his advances and play along with the game he was initiating. 

You shook your head, taking out your sunscreen. You twisted the nozzle so that it would spray and went over your arms, chest, and legs. Kenny held his hand out and you handed the bottle to him, expecting him to apply a coat to his already tanned skin. Instead, he sat up and slid behind you and sprayed your back.

“What are you…?” You lost your train of thought as he reached up and started gently rubbing it into your back.

Your breath hitched in your throat, “U-Uh…it’s…it’s touch free…”

“Oh?” He said. You could hear the smirk in his voice, “I didn’t read the bottle.” He leaned in closer to you until his breath was on your ear, “My bad…”

A shiver ran down your spine and he laughed under his breath again, moving back to the blanket. “So, why’d Clyde say he’d been talking to you if you’re single, then?”

“Because he’s full of shit.” 

It was a plain reply to the question because that was the honest truth. Clyde tended to be a bit of an attention seeker and this kind of behavior was a norm with him almost as much as being flirtatious was to Kenny. 

“Interesting…” Kenny laughed, “I think you should take that up with him.”

“It’s not that serious.” You laughed, laying back on the blanket, turning your head to look at him.

“I think you should tell him that you’re not talking to him because you’re talking to me.”

“Lie to end a lie?”

“Doesn’t have to be a lie.”

“You’re something else, you know that, right?”

The small talk and banter between the two of you went on for what felt like minutes, but upon looking at the clock on your lockscreen, you found out it’d been hours. The sun was starting to set and the two of you were the last people remaining at the pond.

“We should go get food.” You suggested, gesturing towards him with his sunglasses that you were holding, having taken them from him hours ago upon realizing that yours had been left in Marjorine’s car days ago.

“Or we could skinny dip and then get food.” He retorted, shrugging as if he didn’t ask you to get naked in public with him.

“You’re insane.”

“Some people would find that hot, you know?”

“Pretty sure skinny dipping is illegal.”

“No guts, no glory…plus, our police force is a joke. I think we’ll be fine.”

“You think.”

Kenny got up from the blanket and started down to the water. He turned towards you and smirked. “I know…” He then jumped into the water, making a large splash that landed on the blanket and your legs.

He re-emerged only seconds later and held his swim trunks over his head. “Kenny!” You gasped.

“Yes?” His smile was absolutely devious. You got up and walked to the edge of the water only for him to pull his hand back and send his swim trunks launching towards you, only landing on your feet due to the weight of the water in the fabric.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say so you just crossed your arms over your chest and watched the blonde who was currently smiling so widely you could finally see the small gap in his smile from his missing tooth. You had to admit…the colors and lighting of the sunset mixed with the beads of water rolling down his shoulders and his wet hair…If Kenny was anything, it was beautiful.

“Take a picture sweetheart, it’ll last longer.” You’d gotten caught. You took a hard swallow, choosing not to respond to his comment. “Man, this water is getting cold…it’d be nice if someone else would join me so I could suck up their body heat.”

He couldn’t be that desperate. You sighed, “Okay…okay…”

You jumped in, resurfacing right in front of him moments later. He grinned playfully. “Lucky me.” He closed the gap between you two, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your body in close to him.

“You are ridiculous.” You tried to sound stern, but you couldn’t help but form a smile at his reaction to your presence. He seemed genuinely happy to have you in the water with him with your bodies so close together…but of course he does. It’s Kenny. Something like this is his idea of paradise. You were brought back to your thoughts earlier about Kenny’s baseline and his affinity for the ladies.

“You still with me?” he asked, noticing how your thoughts had drifted from your current position to the depths of your mind. You turned your attention back to him, “Yeah, I was just…thinking…”

“Bout what?” he asked, reaching up to play with the end of your hair delicately, 

“You”

“Me? Huh, it really is my lucky day, isn’t it?”

“Who says it’s good?”

“Well, damn, the thought didn’t cross my mind, but I guess you’re right.” He chuckled.

He leaned in, his lips curved up in a smirk as he leaned in in an attempt to kiss you. You reached up with two fingers and pressed them to his lips to stop him. He pulled back and laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re naked in a pond with me right now…I don’t think that should be our first kiss.”

“So, you’re telling me that if I put my clothes back on, you’d kiss me?” 

“We’ll see…”

“I never thought I’d want to get my clothes back on with you instead of staying naked.” he said.

A few minutes later, Kenny was redressed and you’d dried off and put the t-shirt he’d come to the pond in over your suit. It was now fully dark, the only light coming from his headlights after he’d turned the car on. 

“So…where do you wanna go for food?” he asked, leaning against the car. You shrugged and stood beside him, leaning your back against the vehicle as well. “I”m up for anything, really. I’m not picky. Anything beats frozen waffles for the fourth time this week.”

“McDonald’s?” You questioned, earning a nod in response from the blonde.

“Before we go, though…you said that if we weren’t naked and in the pond you’d kiss me.”

You let out a deep breath from your nose and looked at him, not responding, but raising both eyebrows questioning him ever so slightly.

“So…can we?” He grinned.

“Why do you want to kiss me anyway? You can have your pick of any girl in South Park…or have you just blown through all of your options over the years and I’m the last girl on the list?” You questioned, “It’s not like you’ve actively tried pursuing me before. Why now?”

Kenny looked taken aback by your question, “I…” He paused, as if trying to gather his thoughts. You must’ve honestly thrown him a curveball he was never expecting. “I don’t know…guess I thought you’d never go for me. You’re kind of too good for me. At least, that’s what Marj says.”

“Marj? What’d she say?”

“Oh, I told her I wanted to ask you out like…Christmastime-ish…and she was like ‘Nah, she’s too smart and too good for you. She won’t put up with your shit.’ and one night, after smoking a blunt, I thought some more about it and realized that she’s probably right and that you’re not going to put up with my shit and that even though you’re totally one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever seen I…”

You cut him off by leaning in to kiss his lips. He smiled against your lips and instantly kissed back, moving over you to lean you even further back against the hood of his truck, resting both arms on each side of your head until one hand slid down and came to rest on your hip, hooking his finger into your belt loop to pull you in closer. You kept kissing him, letting your hands slide down his bare chest, a shiver running down your spine at the small moan that left his lips as your hands moved. Finally, you had to pull back to catch your breath.

You took a second, just looking at him, your E/C eyes staring into his baby blues. Then, you spoke up, “I'm still not putting up with your shit, though.” You both laughed in response and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Makes sense.” He said, leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss once again turned heated, you locking a leg around his waist and his hands traveling past the hem of his shirt that you were wearing to caress the slightly exposed skin of your abdomen and then move to your back, reaching up to play with the tie on your bathing suit. You stopped him, putting a hand up to his arm to get his attention.

“Shit…” He shook his head, “I”m sorry, I–”

“Don’t apologize.” You began, “I just think it’d be a little more private in the truck.”

That’s how you found yourself on your back in the cramped single cab of Kenny’s truck for the first time that summer. His lips were traveling down your body and your chest was rising and falling at a rapidly increasing pace the further he maneuvered himself downward. You glanced down at him and met his eyes as he looked up at you, his fingers hooked themselves in the sides of your swimsuit bottoms. He shifted his position a little as he was still partially standing outside of the truck. 

You could barely make out his features in the dim overhead light of the truck, but you could notice how his eyes were a deeper shade of blue than earlier. His face was flushed, his shaggy mullet was even messier from the presence of your hands, and he was wearing a shit-eating grin that looked absolutely devious, but you could’ve sworn you’d never seen anything more attractive and enticing in your life.

“G-Go ahead…”

From that point forward, any nights off you both shared were spent in either his bed, the backseat of your car, or the bed of his truck. You remembered recalling the first two weeks to Marjorine after finally deciding that things were stable enough to share with at least your best friend.

You didn’t notice that she was about to take a sip of her can of soda when you casually stated “Kenny and I are like…seeing each other…well, if fucking counts as seeing each other.” Marjorine promptly started coughing, the bright green can of Mountain Dew coming back to the carpet of her floor as she tried to regain her composure. 

“Excuse me, what?”

Despite the harsh way that you would describe your encounters with the blonde, the affairs themselves were anything but. Kenny was nothing but a gentleman to you, always asking if you were alright, taking care of you afterwards, and only getting rougher with your permission. Even then, he’d talk you through it, ensuring you felt safe and comfortable no matter what. It didn’t take too long into your “relationship” for the crush you’d been harboring for years to evolve into full feelings.

Your kisses became more passionate and more frequent. Your touches became more forward and increased in frequency as well. As far as you could tell, Kenny was eating it up and taking it all in and there was no doubt in your mind that he absolutely felt the same. After consulting with Marjorine one night, you decided to finally ask Kenny the burning question.

“What are we?”

You didn’t expect the question to hang in the air the way that it did. You were sitting up in your bed, knees pulled into your chest wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties. Kenny was redressing himself after Cartman disrupted the nap you two had been taking by blowing up his phone, asking him to help him with some ridiculous scheme since Marjorine wasn’t answering her phone.

He turned back to you looking like a deer in the headlights. “What do you mean?” he asked as if the question wasn’t clear cut as is. You let out a mild sigh of frustration. Kenny wasn’t stupid by any means. Despite the rumors, you’d see his grades when he’d log on and check them and he was able to hack into just about any video game to make mods to fit any desire he may have during gameplay. 

“Are we like…together, or?”

“Like…dating?” He was buttoning up the tacky orange Hawaiian shirt he’d been wearing, completely missing a button, obviously jarred by this conversation.

“I mean, yeah.” It came out like a question when it was definitely a statement. 

He leaned against your dresser, sliding on his slip on Vans, “I mean…I don’t know.” He shrugged, “We do like…everything couples do…but I hadn’t put much thought into it.”

“You haven’t put much thought into it?” You repeated, dumbfounded at this response. He’d started saying something else, but it sounded like white noise to your ears and you quickly cut him off, “You’ve had a month and a half of spending many nights a week balls deep in me and you haven’t taken a single second to think ‘Hey, would I actually like to date this person or am I just wasting both of our time and fucking them until something better comes along?’”

Kenny really looked shocked now. Somewhere in your rant, he’d started re-buttoning his shirt, but he stopped midway when you started talking and was now looking at you with both sides of the shirt in his hand and his eyes blown wide in shock. He finally let go of the shirt to run his hands over his face.

“Y/N…”

“Kenny, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“What…like…I just…I don’t know and Marj has been asking me the same thing and like…I haven’t even told anyone, if I'm honest.”

“Kenny what the fuck!?” Your voice was getting louder, “Why am I some secret of yours? Is it so you can go around and fuck other girls like you’d been doing? I told you, I”m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Oh my god…” He groaned, throwing his head back, “Listen, it’s not like that. I just…I don’t know. That’s it. I don’t know.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, “Just get out, Kenny.”

“But…”

“Go.”

He shrugged and let out a sigh, “Okay…fine. See you around.”

As soon as you could hear the tell-tale aged, loud roar of his truck’s engine, you dissolved into tears. You pulled his shirt over your head and threw it at the wall, burying yourself under your covers as your tears turned into full sobs. How could you have been so stupid? Everything you’d ever heard about him was true and Marjorine was right. You deserved better than him.

Weeks had passed since your breakup, if you could even call it that, with Kenny. You hadn’t spoken to him since and made sure to avoid him at all costs. You were not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’d hurt you.

 It was now nearing the middle of August and the now-annual college send-off party at Tegridy Farms was rolling around signaling the end of summer and the parting of ways of all of your childhood friends that happened at this time of year.

“I still don’t want to go.” You said plainly, looking at your reflection in the mirror that hung from your bedroom door.

“It’s a tradition, Y/N and we always have fun! Remember last year when Mr. Marsh got on the karaoke machine and started singing Nicki Minaj and blacked out and broke the coffee table right before the best part of the song?” Marjorine stated, touching up her black eyeliner.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a good spot to people watch. Maybe Clyde will get shitfaced again and end up screaming and crying for Bebe to take him back and then throw up in the yard, still crying.” You chuckled.

“See, that just makes me sad. He loves her so much and she just uses that boy whenever she wants something because he’s got money.” Marjorine glanced over at you, “Clyde’s got man written by a woman energy.”

You chuckled, “Marj, just because he’s kinda got a dad bod at 20, is sensitive, and is a male Swiftie doesn’t mean that he’s written by a woman. He killed his mom because he wouldn’t put the toilet seat down. That’s giving Mojo Dojo Casa House.”

“Ken was written by a woman, though!”

Not realizing she was following up your reference, you scoffed, “Oh, he most definitely is not. He’s written by some middle aged man that thinks shock value and sex jokes are still funny at their big-old-age.” 

“No, he’s not! Ken is just a himbo! He…” She paused and then realized what you’d said, “Oh…oh hamburgers…not the same Ken. I’m sorry.”

You realize what you’d said too, “My bad. I just…whew…I had a whole response to that. I’m so sorry, Marj.”

“It’s fine…and I agree. All of the broship were written by men of different ages…except Kyle…”

You stopped applying mascara to think about what she’d said and then nodded, “Sheila Brovlofski is the greatest author of our generation.”

The music was already blaring from inside when you pulled up to Tegridgy farms. Once you got out of your car, you could already smell the weed pouring outside. Typical party at Tegridgy. You reached into the pocket of your denim jacket and pulled out your vape, taking a few hits to calm your nerves. You knew, without a doubt, that you’d be running into Kenny tonight, and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

As you both approached the door, you knew you had to make up your mind sooner rather than later as to how you were going to handle this. In true fight, flight, or freeze nature, you could either avoid him at all costs, turn away and ignore him if he approaches you, or just freeze up and end up talking to him like nothing was wrong…and at this point, there was no telling as to what you’d choose.

You walked inside with your hands in your pockets, looking around to scope out the general area. There was a makeshift dance floor where multiple of your peers were either dancing or standing around, two tables of beer pong, and then the kitchen where the counters were littered with various alcohol bottles and almost artistic looking bongs.

You headed over to the counter and took a hold of the ingredients to make one of the only drinks you could confidently make for yourself: a tequila sunrise. You made yourself a double and Marjorine a single and handed it to her. “Aw, shucks, I really shouldn’t…you know how much of a light weight I am.” she said, staring into the cup, “Last time was bad…”

You chuckled, “It wasn’t that bad. You just called Eric sexy in front of a bunch of people which isn’t necessarily like…morally wrong or bad…just questionable and objectively incorrect.” You took a large sip of your drink, trying to get the alcohol to kick in as quickly as possible in case of an inevitable emergency and to drown the still lingering sorrows from that day in your bedroom.

Within the first hour of being there, you’d drank the double tequila sunrise you’d made for yourself, taken an old fashioned that Tolkien was preparing for multiple people, and had been consistently refilling your red cup with the jungle juice someone (Kenny) had prepared and put into several empty milk cartons of all things. Now, you were currently positioned at a bright green and black bong, taking a hit before passing it to one of the goth kids. Michael? Pete? Did it really matter? No, as long as it wasn’t Kenny.

You got up, fully preparing to just stride out of the kitchen and go find Marjorine but found out oh too quickly that you were too inebriated to stand up that quickly. You stumbled, vision a little blurry and your entire body feeling fuzzy.

“You okay?” The goth kid got up and leaned against his cane, extending his hand to you.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m so good. I’m great, actually.” You blew him off, grabbing your cup and taking another sip as you stumbled off towards the living room where the couches and dance floor were. You flopped down on the couch next to a boy you were actually quite familiar with. His shaggy, dark hair was peeking out of his blue and yellow chullo and he was cutting his eyes over at you almost cautiously, as if he were afraid of you doing something.

“Hey Craig!” You slurred, leaning over onto him.

“Hey, Y/N.” His voice was as monotone as ever and he kept looking around and then over at you.

“Where’s Tweek?” You asked, reaching up to play with the side of his chullo as you put your legs into his lap. The brunette took a deep breath to gain his composure, “He got a little anxious so he’s outside smoking with Bebe. Do you need something?”

“Nuh uh…I'm so good!” You said, inching closer to him.

“Uh huh…sure you are.” His eyes stayed forward despite your close proximity to his face.

“You’re so hot, you know that right?” You said.

He fully turned to you, face burning red, riddled with shock. He was about to respond, when all of a sudden a flash of an orange hoodie dropped down on the arm of the couch next to him.

“Craig Tucker, what’s up, dude?”

“Ugh, not this guy.” Your tone shifted and your lack of filter continued.

“I know…you’re mad at me, sweetheart…but I promise, you’re going to be madder at yourself in the morning.” he laughed and then looked at Craig, “Swap with me.”

Craig muttered something. You only caught, “Good luck” as he got up and reached into his pocket, taking out a box of cigarettes as he headed towards the back porch.

“Get away from me.”

“I'm not trying anything. I’m just trying to keep you safe, because you’re kinda getting messy. I’ve been there, done that…and I just don’t want you to end up trying to fuck Cartman too.”

“I wasn’t trying to fuck, Craig! You’re such a fucking idiot!”

“Babe, relax. I was talking about Marj…New Years Eve.” He leaned his head back on the back of the couch, looking over at you. You could tell that despite his ability to hold a consistent conversation, his eyes were bloodshot. He’d most likely been smoking.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone turning more serious and soft.

“I”m fine.” You took your phone out of your pocket and attempted to unlock it, or so you thought, until Kenny reached over and snatched the phone away, pressing some buttons before sliding it in his pocket.

“Hey, give that back!”

“Babygirl, you were about to summon the pigs. Randy would’ve shit his pants.” he chuckled, “Pretty sure that’s a dead giveaway that you’re not okay.”

“This is a weed farm, not like an actual farm. There’s no pigs.”

Kenny laughed rather loudly, “You are absolutely right, baby. That it is. Thanks to me.”

“Stop calling me that.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, “And give me my fucking phone back!”

He shook his head, “Can’t do that…either of those things, actually.”

“Fine.” You stood up and walked off. It must’ve taken Kenny a moment to process, because you got a little bit of a head start before he caught up with you in a hallway, where you stumbled slightly and then ended up leaning against the wall. 

You were dizzy and your body felt both light and heavy all at once. You wrapped your arms around yourself, craving some kind of pressure. You started to slide down the wall when you felt someone’s hand on your arm, following you down until you were both on the floor with whoever it was’ arms wrapped around you giving you the physical touch you’d been desiring.

“I’ve got you. You’re fine.”

You groaned. Of course, it was Kenny. You wanted to pull away, but instead you flopped over onto him, laying your head on his shoulder. He gently trailed his fingers down your bare arm, your jacket long since missing in the chaos of the party. 

“You just sleepy or do you feel like you’re going to be sick or something?” he asked softly. You shook your head, “No. Where’s my fucking vape?”

Kenny chuckled lowly, “I don’t know, babe. Did you bring it in with you?”

You nodded, wrapping an arm around his middle, “My jacket.”

“You’re not wearing a jacket.”

“I am.”

“You definitely aren’t. You’re wearing a sparkly pink dress.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder, “See, no jacket.”

You let out a whimper of disgust before Kenny reached into his pocket and handed you a hunter green colored vape pen, “It’s not your peach mango whatever the fuck that shit you smoke is, but…”

“Ugh, it’s menthol. Just give it to me.”

“How’d you remember that?” 

You shrugged and took a long hit, holding it for a moment before exhaling. You handed the pen back to him and watched as several people walked by, barely missing stepping on you or tripping over your feet. Kenny took notice of this and started to stand, helping you up along the way.

“No, I wanna sit.” You slurred, shaking your head.

“Why don’t we go home…” He said, “My parents are out for the night doing fuck knows what and Karen’s at her friend’s. It’ll just be us and you can get some sleep.”

When you were back on your feet, you shook your head, “No…I'm not sleeping with you. Not again, not after all that shit.” 

“No, no, no…not like that. I wouldn’t do that. I meant like…actually sleep.” He corrected himself, putting an arm around your waist as he started subtly leading you towards the door.

“Stop…why are you holding me? You don’t even like me!” You were starting to get louder as you spoke and Kenny looked at you with concern. He tightened his grip on you as you walked down the steps and headed towards his truck, hoping you wouldn’t fall.

“I do like you! I wouldn’t be helping you if I didn’t.”

“No, like…like me, like me…you dont like me.”

“Y/N…”

“Just shut up, Kenny.” You opened his truck door and flopped yourself in, slamming the door haphazardly behind you. Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose before walking to the other side of the truck, getting in and starting the engine. He leaned over and buckled you in and then took off his hoodie, leaving him in a white wife beater. He folded it up and then nudged you gently.

“Sit up.”

You moved a little away from your position of leaning up against the window long enough for him to slide the hoodie under your head. However, as soon as he positioned it, you sat up and pulled it down. You unbuckled your seatbelt and threw the hoodie onto your body. 

You heard Kenny mutter some curse words as he stopped backing out of the spot he was parked in to reach over and buckle you back into the seat with a sigh. You were about halfway to Kenny’s house when you felt your chest tighten. At first, you thought you were going to throw up. You were about to reach over and get Kenny’s attention so that he could pull over when you realized what was truly building inside of you and you broke down in tears.

Your head went into your hands as you sobbed. “What the…” Kenny spoke under his breath, turning his attention from the road to you briefly, reaching over to put his hand on your back, rubbing small circles.

“Hey…no…shhh…what’s got you so upset, babygirl?” he asked.

“Stop it!” You sobbed, reaching behind you to swat his hand away, “Stop saying that. Stop touching me. You don’t love me, so stop it!”

Kenny was silent momentarily, “What’s gotten into you? Like, I know we haven’t seen each other since that day in your room…and that’s my fault. I should’ve like…reached out or something, but I thought you hated me and…I promise. I fucking promise…I didn’t mean for it to come out the way that it did.”

“How else could it come out?” You cried, “You basically admitted that you didn’t want to be in a relationship with me and only wanted to fuck me even though I wanted to be with you and then you told me that you hadn’t told anyone about us probably because you wanted to fuck every girl you could this summer before they all packed it up and went back to college. That’s fucking ridiculous, Kenny. I thought the whole ‘McWhoremick” thing was like…a joke or like…the way your friends shit on you, but Jesus Christ.”

“I hadn’t told anyone because I didn’t know what we were and like…I knew that I liked you, but I didn’t know what else to do about it because Marj had told me so many times that you could do better and like…especially after that fight in your room…I knew you could do better so I just…tried to let you find that better? I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

“You never know! That’s the problem! How do you not know? You either love me or you don’t!”

“I just…”

You scoffed, “I love you! I love you. Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

He was silent for ages, only saying something about how you were drunk a mere seconds after your confession. You didn’t know at what point you’d pulled into Kenny’s driveway, but as soon as you registered where you were, you got out of the car and tried to storm towards the door, but stumbled, falling to your knees on the pavement. The sting of the scrape only added to your tears. You reached up and wiped your eyes, your crying becoming quieter as you were lifted to your feet by the boy who pulled you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Let's get you inside. We’ll clean your knees up…and wash your makeup off…and get you some water…and you can lay down.”

And that’s exactly what he did for you. You walked in and almost immediately collapsed onto his bed. He took this opportunity to clean your scraped knees and then got you up into a sitting position and helped you change into his hoodie and a spare pair of his boxers. You were half-asleep by the time that he took a makeup wipe to your face and started wiping the messy makeup off of your features. 

Lastly, Kenny got you situated in his bed, pulling the covers up and kissing your forehead. “I’m right here on the floor if you need anything. Popcorn bowl is on the floor. Water bottle is right next to it. Please, wake me up if you need me. I’ll be fine.”

You nodded in agreement, but then spoke up, “Can you stay with me?”

“Huh?” he asked, looking up at you from where he was sitting on the floor.

“Please sleep with me…” You said, reaching out towards him.

He chuckled, “You sure?”

You nodded again and scooted over to make room for him. He slid into the bedsheets and carefully positioned himself next to you, allowing you to move over and lay with your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The next few hours were littered with infrequent bouts of sleep mixed with burying your face into the popcorn bowl as your stomach purged itself of the alcohol that remained in your system, running to the bathroom on the few chances you felt you could make it, crying, and drinking water. The entire time, Kenny held you, held your hair back, and wiped your face with a cool washcloth. 

By the time you woke up the next day around 1PM, you were still exhausted, not feeling well, and fairly lost in regards to the events of last night. You just knew that you woke up with Kenny wrapped around you and you were in his hoodie and boxers and you prayed to whatever higher power may be out there that you hadn’t fucked him again.

You sat up and ran a hand through your hair, looking around until your eyes fell on your charging phone laying on the ground. You picked it up and saw two texts from Marjorine on top.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

“What?” you whispered, unlocking your phone. You went straight to Marjorine’s text thread. Under your last response to her, a “kk!” from when she arrived at your house before the party, there was a longish thread of messages that clearly went between her and Kenny.

Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for an hour! Are you okay?

Hey, Marj. Thanks for giving me her passcode. My phone died right after I called you and I put her phone on the charger in my room. I can charge mine when she wakes up.

Is she okay? Omg.

Yeah, just going back between screaming, crying, and throwing up…literally. At least she started that once we’d already left or it would’ve been real bad. 

Bless her heart! What’d you say to get her so upset?

It wasn’t me! Damn. She just got upset…about us…and then screamed at me that she loved me.

And you said?

Nothing. She was drunk. 

Drunk words are sober thoughts. ;)

So, you think Cartman is sexy, huh?

Oh my goddddd stop. That isn’t true and this isn’t about me. What do you think of her?

I…might’ve realized I fucked up literally the night we had that fight…and I haven’t known what to do about it…so…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better. I’m just worried she’s going to wake up and like…regret saying all of this and like trying to have this conversation with me again.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

Your chest felt full and tight all at the same time and your eyes soon fell upon the sleeping blonde, who was still wrapped around you despite you sitting upright at this point. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair gently. A few passes through his blonde locks and he stirred, looking up at you.

“Morning, beautiful.” he spoke groggily, “You okay?”

You nodded, “Just tired…”

“Mm…come lay back down then. Let's go back to bed.”

It was your turn to smirk over at him, “You love me, huh?”

“What?”

You pulled up the texts again, showing him and then reading his own words to him verbatim, “So…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better.”

“Hey, that’s a private conversation!” he laughed.

“On my phone…” You retorted.

“Yeah!”

“So, do you love me?” You moved back down to laying next to him, turned on your side, propped up on your elbow. He blushed, lips curving back up into his famous devious grin.

“Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

“I think I've heard worse.”

With a giggle and a kiss to his lips, your relationship with Kenny transitioned just as the seasons outside had started to move from the bright colors of an otherwise dark summer for you to the warm, comforts of fall…all starting and ending in that beat-up pickup. 

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

[pinkrifle]

— mastrlist for my shiz

## south park!!

being kenny, kevin and karen’s big sista

heart 2 heart! a princess kenny x fem reader series 🫶

being butters big sibling

being kyle and ike’s big sista

chubby mysterion x reader hc’s!!

clyde with a bi-gender!s/o

main 4 + butters finding out their friend is canadian!

cartman with a menace bff

if any of the links don’t work, please send me an ask letting me know! :)

— who i write:

romantic:

kenny mccormick / mysterion / princess kenny

stan marsh

kevin mccormick / infiltrator kevin

kyle broflovski

craig tucker / super craig

tweek tweak / wonder tweek

butters / marjorine / prof. chaos

—

Clay Puppington

Reverend Putty

—

honestly just check this for the full list

just about anyone who’s not on the platonic list uu donr even have to ask !!

platonic:

karen mccormick

eric cartman / The Racoon

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Marjorine x reader pt 6

Playlist

Warning: Swearing

Background: You finally have the conversation with Marjorine and brace yourself for her answer

Status: Ongoing

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'Can we talk?'

After that day Marjorine has been more confident. She started wearing more feminine clothing and fully started going by Marjorine she still hadn't come out to her parents so she wasn't entirely open. She was still nervous about her identity but she found comfort in you.

You two still had your previous agreement of helping her sew and her helping you be more social. You both seemed to make a lot of progress. There was something bothering you. You two had kissed and neither of you had brought it up again.

You loved the kiss and so did she but neither of you knew how to bring it up. As Marjorine sat on your bedroom floor cutting some fabric you took a deep breath and sat next to her.

"Hey um...can we talk?" You ask looking down at your hands.

Marjorine immediately got tense and took a deep breath. "Y-yeah what's up?"

"We haven't talked about the kiss.." You muttered

She blushed softly as the memories of the kiss flooded her mind. She wanted to talk about it she wanted to say how much she loved it. A million things were going on in her head she had pushed the thought of the kiss back.

"I...I'm sorry it's just been thinking about so many things lately and I just I don't know I guess I forgot?" She said and immediately cringing at her own words.

It felt like a slap in the face. You had only been thinking of the kiss for days and she had forgotten the entire thing? You stayed quiet for a second and looked down at the floor.

"Look...I didn't mean it like that...I just.." She said trying to find the right words.

"No, It's fine. It was dumb." You said your voice barely above a whisper.

"No Y/N I just...I have a lot going on. I don't fully understand myself and it's unfair to you." She said looking at you with a sympathetic look.

"Marj...I want to be with you." You said softly and looked up to meet her eyes.

"I want that too Y/N, but I can't be with you if I don't even know how to handle everything with myself." She said with a sigh. "Just please give me some time?"

You look into her eyes seeing how genuine she was and took a deep breath. You nodded and looked down at the floor. "Ok.."

"I'm sorry I know it's selfish.." She said looking down at her feet.

"No, you're right. You should focus on yourself before even thinking of being with me. It was dumb to bring this up." You said with a sigh throwing your head back.

"It wasn't. I wanted to bring it up but it's been so weird. I need to come out to my parents, get everyone to call me Marjorine, and get new clothes, and it just all sucks." She said with a sigh.

"I'm still here for you." You said looking over at her. "And so are the guys."

"I know but the guys mostly hang out with guys ya know it's nice that they treat me like a girl but kinda sucks at the same time ya know?" She says looking over at you.

"You get used to it." You say with a shrug making her laugh softly.

"Then I guess it's time we get some girl friends." She said with a smile.

"God you really gonna make me talk to more people?" You say with a soft laugh.

"It's my job." She said gently nudging your shoulder.

You two continue to enjoy your time together but the thought of being with her flooded your mind. It consumed your thoughts every second after that day. Kenny noticed you were a bit distant and he knew why.

"You talk to her about it?" He asked leaning next to your locker.

"Yeah.." You say with a sigh

"Didn't work out?" He asked looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"She said she needs time and I get it I just wish it was simpler." You said closing your locker and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"She does like you ya know?"

"I hope so."

"She does. You two will get together so don't work about it." He said putting his arm around your shoulder and walking off with you.

Marjorine watches from afar. She was talking with Kyle but couldn't focus on what he was saying as she watches Kenny's arm going around your shoulder. Kyle follows her gaze and raises a brow.

"Aren't you two dating?"

"No, not yet." She said with a sigh. "I have too much to figure out first."

"Then figure it out. She'll understand however much time you need." He said.

"Do you think she'll move on before that?" She asked fidgeting with her fingers.

"She can't even order food by herself. I think you'll be ok." He said before walking off leaving her there to think.

"Then why are they so close.."

A/N: Hey guys I hope you liked this! I really am trying my best to find the motivation to write because I've just been tired and using Venus Ai all day. But anyway, if any of you have anything you want me to write please let me know! I really love writing what you guys ask for like it's my favorite thing to write I honestly had a lot of fun with the last few asks I've had. anyway I love yall so much thanks for reading 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[littlestardude]

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✯ Characters ✯

Kenny McCormick

General Dating HCS (SFW, NSFW)

Taking care of a high reader and Kenny (Poly Kenjorine x Reader, SFW)

Butters/Marjorine Stotch

|M| Taking care of a high reader and Kenny (Poly Kenjorine x Reader, SFW)

Kyle Broflovski

General Dating HCS (SFW, NSFW)

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Ultimate Masterlist. ↴

Works:

SOUTH PARK

Build Me Up Buttercup- IN PROGRESS, slowly but surely

Butters/Marjorine x Kenny centric, time skip to freshman year

Stupid For You- COMING… MAYBE?

Stan x Kyle centric, time skip to freshman year, same universe as bmub

CAMP CAMP

Choking on Flowers Reader Edition- COMING idk?!

David x Reader, takes place Post-Canon

Choking on Flowers- TO BE ADDED

David x Dahlia, takes place Post-Canon

Drabbles:

INSIDE JOB

Brett Hand-

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[angel-gone-south]

Hiiiiiii

If you haven't done it before could you please write Jimmy Valmer x trans ftm reader and Clyde Donavan x trans ftm reader who likes makeup and more "fem" things but gets picked on for it (separate) I found ur blog today and I love it you write so well! So sorry if this is a odd prompt I've just never seen this done and it personally would be relatable for me

🖌(I haven't requested before but I want to so yeah)

Stan's Gang, Butters, Craig's Gang, Scott, Damien, Pip, Gregory and The Mole x FTM!Reader who's pretty feminine! (High School)

I'll do better than that.... (THIS IS SO MUCH.)

cw: slurs, minor transphobia, emeto, cig

【☆】★【☆】

Stan Marsh

ssssoo... who cares

legit he doesn't get why you get picked on

huh??? you look pretty, what?

or handsome. whatever you like

i feel like his bisexual ass would have a crisis over you actually

would probably get nauseated at the thought of you but

we all know what that means with stan

would love if you sat on his lap and did his hair, nails, and makeup like you do yours

just 'cause he thinks it would be cool if you matched.

Kyle Broflovski

calls you "they" at first because he doesn't like to assume

pc principal drilled that shit in his head fr

screams at cartman when he gets your pronouns wrong

does his research

gives you his hoodies for dysphoric days

because let's be honest he's so much taller than you are

his mom loves you actually

she takes the two of you to the mall

he would probably ask you out eventually

Kenny McCormick

WOAH MAMA

people make fun of you?

but you're SOOOO HOT?!

constant. flirting.

"heyyyy.... you look great.... but you'd look better in my arms ;]"

he's so fucking dumb

you invite him over though and do little fashion shows for him

karen LOVES you, he brings her around a lot

touchy too... "can i have a hug, princey, please??" and he's all pouty if you say no...

Eric Cartman

so what are you

calls you a little faggot 'cause he thinks you're cis.

flustered if you flirt with him

very sexually confused at this point

bullies you but not a lot

it's more friendly than anything

will REFUSE if accused though

"with HIM?! no. absolutely not" and then kyle...

"you used his proper pronouns, cartman, good job!" "SHUT UP KAHL"

Leopold "Butters" Stotch/Marjorine Stotch

oh my goodness, you're so cute

makes puppy love eyes at you

is startled when you come up to them

blushes so hard at the thought of you

if transfem, you can bet marj is asking you ALL the questions

fashion advice, makeup, everything

loves when you give her little makeovers

loves to do the same to you

you guys snuggle a lot. bullied kid solidarity

Craig Tucker

woah. cool

the asian girls think you're a male magical girl protag

they love to draw you with the two yaoi icons

one of them tripped you and you landed on craig

it was their fuel for weeks

craig blushes every time he reads a fanfic they write

he's kinda annoyed at it

you bond over that though

spend hours giggling together at the stupid shit

Tweek Tweak

oh god he's ripping his hair out over here

absolutely head over heels i'll bet

screams when you talk to him

eventually though you guys sit in a kinda comfortable silence

lets you leave lipstick marks all over his face

doesn't wash them off until he gets a picture

it turns out shaky sooo...

"d-do it a-again!... p-please."

you take the picture that time

Clyde Donovan

cartoonish eye bulge, jaw drop, heart popping out, train whistle. the works

screams to the school that he's bi

immediately asks you out

"please please pleaaaaseeee"

you say yes just to get him off your back

but you end up having a great time

he takes you to a cozy drive in and tells you you don't have to dress nice

he likes you anyway

now THAT flustered you.

Jimmy Valmer

"m-m-my my, y-y-you m-m-must be f-from my pantry, 'c-cause you a-are a snack."

god he tells you how gorgeous you are every day

like. he hangs around you so much

he roasts the shit out of transphobes too

"eric, a-at least th-they look p-p-pretty. y-y-you can't even m-manage that."

and then you high five

you guys watch cartoons together

he's actually a great cuddler.

especially when you're dysphoric or on your period. his oversized tees >>>>

Tolkien Black

"okay? i don't see you as any less of a man."

genuinely supportive

adores spending time with you!

you guys watch a lot of old sitcoms

and pick them apart by microagressions

it's fun for you but it annoys anyone you're with

not that he cares.

if you're picked on in front of him he sics wendy on whoever

'cause i KNOW she hangs with y'all too

Scott Malkinson

"huh??" he doesn't really understand, he just thinks you're so pretty

you guys hang out

but also you do old people things

going to the country kitchen buffet and watching the news

boring shit

but it's so fun for him because you're there

loves how femme you present

still genders you correctly because, quote "it's not that hard?"

his mom squeals over the two of you i can feel it

Phillip "Pip" Pirrup

you're both pretty outcast

so you hang around quite a bit

he always compliments you

consistently reminding others of your pronouns (not that anyone pays attention to him :[)

but he totally goes shopping with you

he loves when you try outfits on for him

or pick out clothes for him

just loves you.

please please tell him he means something to you

Damien Thorn

glares. but less so at you and more at the people who pick on you

tells them to mind their fucking business or get got

and he follows through, you know he would

fire and demons and all

you'd have to calm him down

he would be really warm so you snuggle with him on period days

personal heating pad

lets you do his makeup and complains (secretly very pleased. he's even shown his father)

his father ADORES you by the way. he has claimed your soul for hell when you die.

Gregory (of the Yardale Variety)

calls you a fair maiden at first but switches up so easy

"oh, my apologies, my handsome sire~"

always staring at you and musing

"ah. you remind me of something"

and then quotes a cheesey love poem

or like "i have crossed oceans of time to find you. braham stoker"

puts that shit in his social bios and everyone rolls their fucking eyes

basically proposes when asking you on a date with a huge bouquet

you're immensely flustered and he's all on his knees. "please, my prince"

Christophe "Ze Mole" DeLorne

he does NOT perceive gender actually

but tell him your pronouns 'cause he will just refer to you as 'it'

eventually warms up to you. compliments your outfits

you try to give him a bath and he hisses like a cat

his mother hates you

she thinks you're trying to "turn her son gay"

he hates her though so out of spite he gets really close with you

eventually beats the shit out of your bullies with a shovel. smokes his cigarettes after and goes "what?" covered in blood

[mayoslaise]

Just found out how to make drafts 💀