South Park x Reader One Shots

Call Girl (Wendy x Reader)

You're headed back to your studio apartment late at night. It's so cold out that your breath is visible. To take your mind off the icy breeze, you put your headphones in listening to (a song you've been listening to lately).

Because you were so lost in the melody, you didn't notice the men following closely behind you, only just now catching them in the reflection of the D-Mobile storefront window.

You quickly take out your headphones and fumble for your pepper spray but by then it's too late.

The bigger one grabs your coat and shoves you against the alley wall while his cronies surround you.

"Let me go! If you're looking for cash I don't carry that shit anymore!"

"Maybe we aren't looking for that kind of payment, sweetheart."

Your heart races and you kick the one holding you in the balls, releasing you. Your freedom doesn't last too long and his other friends hold you back. That stunt you pulled only made the bigger one angrier.

Despite this, you refuse to stop fighting.

Just when you think all this might be too much for you to handle alone, a masked vigilante appears.

Her dark flowing hair cascaded around the pink mask that hid her face. Her tight purple bodysuit only made her confident stance more intimidating.

"It's a godamn girl!"

"Get her!"

Unfazed, she runs up the wall and backflips kicking one in the face and dropping him to the hard ground below.

Wendy

One down two to go.

"Men should never rely on brute force alone. Brains will win every time."

Wendy's alter ego, 'Call Girl' was created when she decided to take her feminism to the next level.

Unlike the Coon and Friends, she was interested in actually making a difference in the community. Unfortunately, South Park seemed to need her more than it should.

With the click of a button on her belt, the city streetlights go out plunging them into darkness. While her enemies were unable to see, she was equipped with a pair of night vision contacts.

Once disoriented, they dropped like flies as she executed her finishing moves.

Wendy was breathing heavily as she walked toward the beautiful stranger previously in distress.

"Are you okay to walk the rest of the way to your destination? Should I call you an Uber?"

Wendy spoke softer, acknowledging that she was still trying to process the events that had transpired.

"I'm Call Girl, what's your name?"

"Y/N," she said, "uh thanks, but I'll be okay."

Wendy smiled. She loved strong women.

She offered Y/N one of the several phones on her, "Here, text me when you get there."

She normally wouldn't do that but there was something about her that spoke to Wendy.

It could be her pretty hair or her fiery spirit against those men, but either way, she would never forgive herself if something were to happen to Y/N.

...

You successfully make your way home thinking about Call Girl the whole time. It touched your heart that she went the extra mile to make sure you, a stranger, were not only rescued but got home safely.