South Park X Reader -'ღ'-

Straight For You~♥︎ (CraigXFemReader)

🌀Straight for you🌀
~Story Introduction~
Watching the only gay couple that attended South Park elementary made you have butterflies in your stomach and envied their relationship. Craig and Tweek the two boys who can be seen holding hands and calling each other the cutest of pet names. But alas, you were severely jealous seeing those two. Mostly because you have had a on and off crush on a Craig Tucker. You thought he was the straightest straight boy you laid your eyes on but you were wrong, seeing this boy with another upset you and you wished he was straight.
for you
But maybe, he is. It's a unknown mystery to what the boy really wanted, something was up with the two, they only act out in public but you could see them disappear from each others sight after school ended. You were confused about their relationship and craved to know the inner truth.
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Warning; fluff soft smut
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I considered myself to be a outcast of society, but that was my choice, I liked it, and frankly, it made me special.

I rested my hand on my chest as I stared straight up at my ceiling wall which was filled with the numerous amounts of glow in the dark star stickers. My (E/C) eyes flickered from each star, counting how many I had placed on my wall when I first arrived to South Park and first started decorating my room. I was creative, and I expressed that without hesitation.

But it's the only thing I could really express. Feelings were a no go, I couldn't, I wouldn't. What was the point of expressing my feelings when they may not matter in the future?

That's why I ran away.
Ran away from my problems.
Because I didn't want to get hurt in the long run.

20 Stars

Finally I counted them all without skipping or messing up, this one final time. I had 20 stars on my wall. It matched perfectly with the amount of times I felt,

drained.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice my eyes becoming heavy and slowly drift into sleep.

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Friday

The next day my body was frozen solid in place. I opened my left eye to see half my face stuffed in one of my fluffy pillows. Laying on my stomach so comfortably I struggled to reach for the alarm that was buzzing in my ear ever so annoyingly. Fuck that alarm. Fuck it.
My fist slammed against it, stopping the noise from shattering my poor ear drums anymore.

With that, the day began, another day attending South Park High. The memories i've had there stayed safe, locked away in my little treasure chest. Most of them were good memories, I never got into trouble or had karma bite me in the ass. Mostly because I minded my own business. I was stoic, I was mature.

But there were so many times in class that I just wanted to shout out the words, "ASS LICKER". Or any kind of vulgar word. I needed excitement in my life. I really did.

I performed my usual morning routine, getting up, getting dressed, sometimes taking a shower, eating breakfast, brushing my teeth. (Well sometimes, I'm gross) The last part was just walking my ass to school in the freezing cold. Ever so Lonely. But I had no worries.

My shivering fingers rubbed against my soft (F/C) coat as I started my travels to fricken, high school.

Just.. Two... more years and I was out of that shit whole. I almost sided with those cigarette smoke infected goth kids about everyone being a 'conformist', but then I just would be hypercritical since I do such conformist things without noticing.