Melancholy (Yandere south park x Reader)

Christophe (Ze Mole) x Reader - Alcohol

🇫🇷 (Hah i love Ze Mole so much)
(Is it weird i like to listen to "Hand Me My Shovel, Im Going In!" By Will Wood whenever i think of him? I mean i used to listen to it before but now i kinda just think of Christophe when I listen to it.)
-Aged up, obviously.
-2nd POV
-About a 1 year age gap. Maybe none?
- Enemies to (forced) lovers
-Cussing, Hate against God, humiliation, kidnapping, interrogation, alcohol, one-sided attraction,
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     You and 'Ze Mole' have never gotten along, not once in your life. Well, maybe once, but that was about Eric Cartman being extremely annoying. Other than that, you two had never liked one other. Christophe seemed to give of 'emotionally unstable' and 'mommy issues' vibes. He was always such a rebel. He was usually able to go out and buy alcohol and shit since people thought he was older due to his face lines and usual solemn look, so they never asked for his ID. And if they did, which was super rare, he'd curse them out and tell them to just him "give the stupid fucking drinks."

     It was the middle of class, period 4. Your teacher had assigned a project to make a poster about hispanic heritage month. Conveniently enough, your teacher had forced you to partner up with Christophe since you two were the only ones without partners. Sadly your friends already paired up with each other, leaving you out, not intentionally. Christophe had this irritated look on his face as he heard the news, but he always look irritated so it made no difference.

     "Get up and move next to your partners so you can start the project." The teacher said.

You swore, you and Christophe had this strange stare down for about five minutes until you finally decided to move next to him.

"So um. You want me to do the research or ah-" You started, but Christophe cut you off.

"You do all of ze drawings and half of ze research. Zhen tell me ze information you found and i will write eet down. I'll do ze other half of ze research. And I'll do all the writing. Got eet?" He said in his gruff voice, blowing the smoke of his cigarette into your face. You fan it away from your face.

"Yeah.." You nod. You quickly open up your school chrome-book and quickly started to look up some basic information and facts about Hispanic heritage month. You're teacher had passed out a poster for every pair and then went to grading papers.

After class ends, you surprisingly got 1/4 of the poster done without any arguments. You packed up quickly and left to your next period. During passing period, Bebe had given you an invite to a party since she said Wendy wasn't going to come. You accepted the invitation and put into your locker.

School ends and everyone, including you, go home. Before you exit completely, Christophe pulls you aside roughing by your shoulder. You glance at him and sigh.

"Yes? What do you need?" You ask, desperate to get it over with.

"Mind finishing ze project at your place?" He asks. You guys had more class time for it tomorrow, but you nod.

"Sure." You say.

"Thanks." He nods too and then leaves, bumping your shoulder roughly and intentionally.

You watch him walk away, knowing he only asked because he was being paid to buy your shitty classmates some beer and alcohol again. You're not surprised but you go home.

Once home, you decide not to do the project and have some fun at the party Bebe invited you to. You change into a sweet dress/or just something that makes you look sexy or pop.

Once its 8:45pm, you walk to Tolkien's house, where it was said to take place around 8:30pm in the letter. Tolkien's parents were out and Cartman had probably and somehow convinced him to use his house for the party.

You quickly get wasted on some of the drinks provided, either beer or alcohol. You take one to many drinks, and what do you know, you barf on the ground but get cheered on by the girls and boys for it.

You limp over to the couch and decide to pass out right then and there.

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Christophe's POV. Earlier.
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Its not the first party he's seen you at. He smoked and occasionally talked to Gregory, if Gregory wasn't busy trying to get some of the girls. Gregory was tipsy too, but it wasn't as bad as you.

He watched you take, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten or even more drinks of alcohol/beer and he watched you barf. It was a disgusting sight. Not only did it fucking smell, but people were stupid enough to cheer you on too.

Christophe crushed his cigarette on the wall and stomped on it right afterwards with the heel of his black combat boots. He coughs and spits on the shoe of the busy girl and then he makes his way over to your unconscious state.

"Sacrebleu.." He chuckles to himself and sat on the couch, staring at your face.
He thinks to himself. He stands up quickly and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you like a sack of potatoes as he walks out.

Gregory stares at Christophe but shrugs it off. Everyone else is too drunk and high on shit to even notice anyways, besides Gregory, he's just tipsy.

Christophe carries you all the way to his house. Luckily his mother is sleeping at the moment and wont yell or scold him for bringing a unconscious girl home, or even being awake late at night. It was around 12:00am when he looked at the clock in his kitchen. He walked over to the attic, which was basically his second bedroom, and he pulls down the ladder. He climbs up first and then pulls you up.

He places you onto his bed and he ties your hands and feet together with some cloth/towel. He sighs and climbs into the bed too. He makes you lay on your side, just so you don't choke to death in your sleep if you ever barf again.

He hugs you and kisses your neck. He knows it weird to kiss an unconscious woman's neck. But this was you, and he hated you.

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Lmaoo i love Christophe so much. I dont know what to add so im just gonna end it at that. Btw I didn't proof read so its my fault if i make a spelling error or some weirdly put-together.