[ work in progress || humanstuck high school au || john/dave/karkat || trans masc karkat is pissed about being afab and comes out to his boyfriends || tws for kinda graphic/specific talk about dysphoria, descriptive talk about afab bodies, deadnaming, swearing, and transphobia and queerphobia mentions ]
“Hey Vantas!”
“Vantas, you’re late. Again.”
“Hey K, ‘sup?”
“KK! There you are!”
Just the way he likes it, no one refers to Karkat by his name. Well, that’s not really how he prefers it. He’d rather be called Karkat, especially by his boyfriends. Problem is, no one knows that’s his name.
Because the universe hates him and decided to give him a big “Fuck you” as soon as he was born, Karkat Vantas is, unfortunately, AFAB. Which is just a fancy way of saying whatever deity or deities may be out there decided, “Hey! This guy seems pretty shit! Let’s give him a pussy!”. Karkat thinks it would have been nicer for them to just let him never be born.
And, of fucking course, he had to be a trans guy with a transphobic bitchy mother who wanted a perfect daughter.
“Surely it can’t get worse?” It can. The cherry on top of the pile of shit that is Karkat’s life: tits. That’s sort of a given, seeing as how he’s AFAB. But he just had to get tits that are too small to be “attractive” but too big to hide in sports bras or under big hoodies. He hates his chest so, so much and just wishes he could get a binder already.
Anyways.
Today is a big, terrifying, “if this goes wrong, just feed me to my mother” day. Today, Karkat plans to come out to his boyfriends.
Dave and John are pretty cool. They’re not queerphobic in the slightest. They’re both bi, Dave’s uncle is a trans guy, his sister’s nonbinary, and John’s sister is queer. Karkat knows they’re going to be cool about it. That doesn’t help the acidic anxiety in his stomach though.
“Mom, I’m goin’ to Dave’s!” Karkat shouts from the front door, trying to relace his stupid sneakers.
His mom yells something back about being safe or not being home late? He doesn’t catch it, focusing too much on his deadname being shouted through the house.
He wants to burn that name from his memory and everyone else’s. Hell, he wants that name to be gone forever. No one ever gets to be named his deadname again. It’s illegal.
Mentally reminding himself to ask Terezi if that would hold up in court, he grabs his scooter and earbuds and heads out the door.
It’s days like this he really appreciates how close his boyfriends live to him. He thinks he’d probably explode if he had a long distance relationship. His cousin Nepeta’s in one with her queer-plationic partner, Equius. She says its not that bad, but Karkat knows better after holding her while she sobs and cries about wanting to hug her partner.
Before he can start daydreaming (daynightmaring? whatever) about his boyfriends living across the country, he shoves his earbuds in, turns on his “Gender is Bullshit” playlist, and hops on the scooter.
