TREY PARKER/MATT STONE X READER ; ONESHOTS

Just a masculine girl (trans! trey x reader ) ;❕+ ⁉️

Trey is trans and u gays r both like 23

Ur whatever gender u wanna be

Warnings: sh, body dysphoria, razors, yelling maybe, intense details of cuts

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You woke up to trey not being in your bed, which made u slightly curious to where he could be. "Where did pookie go?" You whispered to yourself as you looked around the room, still half asleep.

You heard faint crying and now you were really worried.

You rushed out of bed sprinting to the sound that led you to the bathroom. "Trey? You alright?" You asked, worry in your voice. "I'm fine, doll, go back to bed please." Trey answered but you could tell he was crying

You tried to open the door but it was locked, which made you worry even more. "Trey I'm not leaving until I know what's wrong, or at least be able to come in." You said in a pretty stern tone.

"...fine."

You heard the door unlock, following with you opening the door.

Then suddenly,

"I'm so sorry y/n."

To be continued...

Jk

Trey was sitting on the cold tile floor, drips of blood laid next to a bloody razor, as you saw him sitting there with crossed arms, and a face buried into himself

"Trey! What happened sweetie?" You asked in shock running up to him. You kneeled down to his level, as he glared at you with puffy, tear filled eyes.

"I'm not a real man. I'm just a woman thinking I'm a man. No one thinks of me as a biological male, they just remember my pronouns and name."

"Trey, that's not true and you know it- "

"IT IS TRUE Y/N! ALL I DID WAS CUT OFF MY TITS AND TOOK DRUGS, THE ACTUAL MEN DIDN'T. IM JUST A MASCULINE GIRL. IM NOT A REAL MAN. AND ILL NEVER BE."

You just looked at him as he buried his head again, sobbing intensely.

"Trey, it doesn't matter if you aren't a man or not, I'll love you either way, and you know it. You are a man to me. You've always been a man to me. Even before you were trans." You said as you put your hand on his hand.

"..really?" He said hyperventilating a little.

"Yes, and I'm serious."

His bloody arms hooked around you so tight, you almost fell over.

"Thank you y/n, I love you so much."

You smiled a lot from that.

"I love you too, trey."

After awhile you guys parted, his eyes were red and puffy with dried tears on his checks and neck. His hands were on the floor, he had no shirt on showing his scars, and his arms were engulfed with cuts, that you put attention to real quick.

"Let's get you cleaned up, and after we can watch something."

"Can we do something else than watching something? Like maybe we can go somewhere?"

You smiled "whatever you wanna do."

You stood him up and sat him on the edge of the bathtub to clean up his cuts. Looking at his arms, you saw about 10 or more slashes on each side. They were kinda deep too, and still bleeding

Getting a warm wet rag you gently laid it on his arm and told him to do the rest so you wouldn't accidentally hurt him more. After he was done you came back with new clothes, and of course you helped him put them on since he was still kinda out of it.

"So, how long were you in here before I found you?" You asked while putting bandaids on his cuts. "Erm..probably about like 10 minutes." He replied watching you place bandaids on his arms.

"I see."

"I feel kinda like a wimp not taking care of myself." Trey admitted. "You've been through enough this morning, trey. The least I can do is help you through this." You said as you put the last bandage on. "You're fine."

"Thank you for being here for me." Trey said but it was barely audible, but you heard it clear as day.

"You're welcome, my beautiful boy."
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