South Park x Reader x Various (Open to Requests)

~Sick Days Pt. 1~

I woke up in my bedroom. My throat hurting the hell out of me. Why does this always have to happen? Fucking cliches. Remind me to refrain myself from going out on rainy days. I coughed into my hand, hoping it'd relieve my aching throat but nope. It only strained it more. It also felt really hot. I tried stepping out from my bed and took a look at myself in my closet mirror. I looked like a mess today. I hope no one sees me at all today. I had changed into a tank top and shorts then went back, hiding in my covers, keeping myself from sneezing but stuck with the sniffles and minor coughs. I rubbed my eyes and just as I did a blurry figure appeared before my eyes adjusted before my eyes adjusted to themselves again. I noticed it was Stan standing in front the bed of my room. I tried greeting him but my throat wouldn't allow me to speak and came out sounding hoarse again. Stan walked closer placing a hand to my head and looked taken aback.

"Jeez, your head is piping." He said and sighed then smiled.

"Well, looks like today you'll have me as your personal assistant~!" He cheered.

I glared at him like he was crazy and didn't speak a word partially because it hurt too much to.

"Hearing you silent is so weird... I'll go ahead and make you something to eat. Mom and dad are out again like always." Stan mumbled and started stepping out of the room.

I lifted my hand up and wanted to talk to him but my throat wants to go ahead and kill me today of all days. I sighed placing it back down wanting to cry.

I then had an idea. I do have my phone, I could use that instead as a form of communication. I glared over at my computer and noticed it was charging there on my desktop. I narrowed my eyes, not wanting to get up again. I snuggled more in my blanket and was too lazy but then got up soon after.

I went on messages and texted (B/f/n).
"HEYO. UM GUESS WHOS SICK >-<" ~(Y/n)

Seconds later I received a response.

"In the head? That'd be you ofc~" ~(B/f/n)

I frowned at that and typed back.

"No you idiot. I'm actually sick and feeling symptoms of a cold. So while I cave in for the day I can tell you all that's happened so far unless you wanna continue here and being mean to this poor little (Y/n)..." ~(Y/n)

"NOO I take it back pls tell me" ~(B/f/n)

"ALRIGHT WELLWHAT HAPPENED THE dAY YOU SENT ME HERE WAS--" ~(Y/n)

I looked up to my phone being taken away by Stan who held a hot bowl of soup in his hand, sliding my phone in his pocket. I crossed my arms sent him a glare.

"If you wanna get better, you'd rest and make sure you do." He said walking next to the bed.

I tapped my foot for a few and sighed. I went in bed. He handed me the soup onto my lap. He handed me my phone which I scrambled for as soon as he threw it back at me. I nearly made the bowl fall but luckily he kept his hands around it from doing so. I noticed a blush appear on his face as he realized his arm was resting somewhat against my thighs. Too close! I blushed too and he stepped away a little from that whistling like nothing happened. I held up my phone as if it was simba, smiling in delight.

I texted Stan and rolled my eyes.

"Nice going Marshy." ~(Y/n)

I heard his phone notification go off and pulled his phone out to see what it was. He blushed even harder and texted back even though he was in the same room.

"Welll some of us should focus on getting better instead of being on their phone" ~Stan

He looked at me waiting for me to respond. I gave him another glare then stared back into my phone.