Not too long after the text messages in the Freedom Pals group chat, the rest of the Freedom Pals gang have of course, made their way there as well upon the concern that Tolkien was threatening to leave the superhero lifestyle altogether from his recent breakup. Even though the meeting was in the Freedom Pals HQ, nobody really took the time to put on their superhero alter ego uniforms for this meeting. Unfortunately for you, Cartman's ass decided that he'd also show up.
Seeing that you were giving a death glare to Cartman for even thinking about coming to the HQ, Craig and Tweek immediately intervened. Standing in front of you, your stoic big brother figure was giving you his own kind of glare. There wasn't a visible frown on his mouth at all, but just looking at his eyes was enough to tell you he was trying to put you in your place. The both of you glared into each other's eyes, not one backing down from the other.
"J-Jesus Christ, you two!" Tweek nervously glanced between the both of you, seeing that neither were backing down.
"You really don't want to start shit." Craig spoke in his usual tone, with his hands in his pocket and raising a brow at you but still seeming so intimidating that truthfully sent a slight chill down your spine. "You already broke his nose at school the other day, don't let his ass get to you."
"Interesting coming from you." You responded to him, with your arms crossed over your chest. So badly, you wanted to give Cartman what he deserved. He purposefully seemed to make a plan that a broken hearted Tolkien wouldn't have thought deeply about from his desperation to get Wendy to stop being upset with him.
"Listen, I get it." Craig rolled his eyes as he tried to reason with you again. "But you're not in the best position to attack when you and Professor Chaos are still being suspected for the fight at the Community Center and destroying the evidence here." He practically spelled it out for you. Honestly... You weren't really thinking about it like this, either. "Do you really think that putting him in his place is going to help your case?"
"Holy shit, you're actually giving good advice?" Stan couldn't help but overhear the group as he smirked at Craig, seeing how annoyed he got from the amused comment.
"You wouldn't know, because I don't like you guys enough to give you my advice." Craig responded to Stan, in a brutally honest way, without sugarcoating.
Interrupting them, a few of the other Freedom Pals members were discussing the plan that Cartman and Tolkien had gone over with each other to try and win Wendy back, which just only seemed to create a disagreement amongst the teammates.
"I thought all ladies liked to get l-l... liked to get l-laaai... liked to get laid." Jimmy seemed rather confused about the way that Wendy reacted to Tolkien's 'apology' that he followed from Cartman's plan.
"That's what I'm saying, but she just walked out on him leaving him in the motel room by himself, and all." Butters also joined in on this, as he was also on the side of Cartman's plan being 'flawless'.
"I can't believe you guys are serious." Clyde sighed as he shook his head, not even beginning to understand why Butters and Jimmy were thinking like this. "Clearly, the way to a girls' heart is to get her some cute shoes, and call her pretty. You virgins obviously wouldn't know that."
"Like you'd know shit about making a woman happy, Clyde. You and Bebe are off and on every damn month, you're the last one who should be giving relationship advice right now, piss baby." Cartman stuck his tongue out at the boy.
From beside Stan, Kenny decided he'd speak up now, hooking his index finger at the bottom of his parka to reveal his mouth. "Maybe laying her isn't the trick, you know a girl would rather be treated out, right?"
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Brewing Romance (Kyle x Reader) South Park
FanfictionY/N is a Part-time Barista at Tweek Bros Coffee, and are staying in South Park with your aunt, uncle, and cousin due to your parents going through a divorce. Your parents send you to South Park in order to prevent you from having to deal with the st...