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i would like to request - how would mystreet men react to reader getting sick and refusing to rest
you can do it with any characters youd like :)
i get sick easily and have a bad habit of pushing through it (and then complaining when i dont get better) and i was wondering how theyd react to such a situation
𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: laurance, zane, & zenix
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when you stubbornly continue to push yourself despite your poor health, they finally step in to take care of you
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, comfort, sick and very stubborn reader, the men and reader are implied to be dating, possibly ooc zane in a relationship? idk i can't not make him a little grumpy and sassy, but he's still a soft lil sweetheart
𝐂𝐖: laurance’s has non sexual nudity (he showers with reader), zenix shows his love a bit tough but that’s just him, tw:zenix/j
𝐀/𝐍: i love this prompt!! i tried to include some characters i don't write often but i'm so obsessed with laurance i couldn't not include him. maybe i'll do a part two with some other characters if you guys like this one! :)
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
the blood drains from your face and your head spins as you stand up from the bathtub you had been dutifully scrubbing. stumbling over to the sink to keep yourself from crumpling to the ground. the cleaner you had been using added to the mix makes you break out into a head-throbbing cough, and you have to lean on your elbows to catch your breath.
you nearly scream when you turn around from your fateful recovery, only to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, face scornful. if you weren’t leaning against the counter you think you would have fainted then and there, his sudden appearance startling as always.
laurance had placed you under “house arrest” this morning when you told him you were going to go out to work again instead of resting. he had even stolen your keys to stop you from going anywhere, taking them with him when he left for the day. you felt useless sitting around, especially since your plans this morning were thrown off track, so you had spent the whole day cleaning the place instead.
you both stare at each other for a good minute, not saying a word to the other. it unnerved you the longer he stared at you, making you squirm on your feet. it was hard to breathe, your chest seeming to never get in enough air as you took in each breath.
finally, he moves, walking over to the shower and turning it on, unlatching the head to rinse off all of the cleaner. you think about trying to run away, which was rather stupid because you’d still be in the same house and he’d give you an earful no matter what.
“get undressed.” he says, turning around to stare at you after leaving the shower running.
“what?” you raise your eyebrows, nearly breaking out into another coughing fit when he peels off his own shirt and gets started on unbuttoning his pants.
“you look like you’ve been working all day,” he starts, his pointed and accusing glare making you shrink back in guilt. “and you look so pale i think a shower would make you actually pass out and hurt yourself if you showered alone.”
“i’m fine,” you try to start, only to be stopped by him tugging you forward by your shirt.
“can you let me take care of you?” he whispers, eyes pleading as his hands begin to lift your shirt.
you can only nod with a breathy “okay”, lifting your arms for him as he begins undressing you. you can’t protest, especially with how your head spun just from the small sudden movement. he was definitely right, you felt super lightheaded and exhausted, and if you had worked any longer you actually might’ve been able to pass out on the bathroom floor.
“good girl.”
you’re soon both in the shower not long after, the warm water soothing the ache in your back and the dull pain in your head. it nearly soothes you to sleep as you stand there, resting your head on laurance’s chest—especially when he gently begins massaging your shampoo into your hair.
you can’t help but let out an involuntary hum of comfort, eyes closed and arms wrapped around his waist. his hand brushes some soap suds away from your forehead, and a soft press from his lips follows soon after.
“let’s get you finished up here and then something to eat, okay?” he whispers, dipping your hair back into the water.
he seemed to have memorized your entire nightly routine, doing every step for you from hair to skincare, even dressing you in your pajamas before you could protest. his gentle touches have your eyelids heavily drifting closed, the dizziness you still felt making you rock in place.
“alright, pretty girl.” he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up, carrying you to the bed and laying you down.
he doesn’t let you go, arms still trapping you against him as he lays with you.
“it’s barely four, why are you laying down too?”
“well apparently i have to keep an eye on you like a toddler who keeps ripping her scab open, so this is necessary.” he whispers back.
you huff, squirming a bit only for his arms to tighten against you. “this is not necessary.”
“if you go to sleep i’ll make you soup when you wake up.” he suggests, completely ignoring your protests.
“are you bargaining with me like i’m a toddler now?”
“soouuup.” he coos in a sing-song voice, snickering when you quietly groan. “go to sleep and you'll have a yummy bowl of it waiting for you.”
despite all of your stubborn protesting your body finally betrays you, muscles relaxing and eyes fluttering shut. the to-do list in your head melts into nothing as laurance’s fingers rub against your scalp, sending you into the deep sleep your body had been begging you for.
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄
zane’s tongue runs over the inside of his lip in irritation, pushing against his black snake bite piercings before he scoffs. his arms are crossed as he stands in the doorway, standing between you and the outside world. for whatever reason you'd even want to go out there is beyond him.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at your half-assed outfit and the car keys in your hand.
“need to run some errands…” you mutter.
another scoff leaves his mouth as he paces towards you, plucking the keys right from your hands. “like hell you are.”
“but—”
“you’re not going out.” he says bluntly, lifting one of his hands and resting it against your forehead.
he sighs out your name, his tone breathy and concerned as his thumb rubs gently against your brow. his rings feel cool and soothing against your warm skin, making your eyelids flutter shut for just a moment at the sensation.
his hand gently pushes your head, rocking you in place and pulling you out of your haze.
“hm?” you frown, squinting up at him.
he frowns. “you planned on going out when you can barely even hear when i talk?”
“uh…”
his fingers shift up to your hair, rubbing into your scalp as his palm rests flat on your head. “you’re burning up. why do you insist on not taking care of yourself?”
“i’m fine… i just have a few things to do.”
you try to grab your keys from his hand but he backs up a step, extending his arm and raising an eyebrow, palm firmly keeping you away from him. dumbly staring up at him, your eyebrows furrow as your fingers reach out and barely brush against his sweater.
“zane? give me—”
“no.” he deadpans.
“…hello? those are my keys?” you huff incredulously.
“i don’t care?”
“what the—”
he takes his hand away from your head, sending you stumbling forward into his chest. you’re honestly surprised he didn’t step out of the way and let you fall—which he may have done once or twice before—and instead wrapped an arm around your shoulder to steady you. it makes your head throb, and you realize he may have been right about your fever as the sudden movement sent a dull achy pain down your back.
your eyes flutter shut as the headache you had been fighting off all day throbs against your skull, making you very clearly grimace in discomfort.
zane lets out a sigh, giving you a “told you so” look that you can’t refute despite desperately wanting to. your thoughts of another excuse as to why he should let you go are scrambled when his other arm hooks under your legs and you’re suddenly hoisted into the air.
a noise of surprise leaves your lips and one of your arms automatically wraps around his shoulders to steady yourself. you look up at him with widened eyes, too lightheaded to speak at first.
“what? are you surprised that i’m taking care of you or something?” he rolls his eyes.
“i’m more surprised you have the muscles to carry me.” you tease.
“i will drop you.”
“i’m kidding! sorry, sorry,” you snicker, resting your head on his shoulder when laughing sends more pain into your head. “i was just kidding…”
a nearly inaudible sigh leaves his lips as he pulls your head closer, slowing down through the doorway.
“oh, sure.” he mumbles, lips forming into an adorable pout. “i try to take care of you and this is the thanks that i get.”
“thank you.” you murmur back immediately. “i would give you a kiss on the cheek but i don’t want to get you sick.”
he sets you down on the bed, one hand leaning onto the mattress as he leans over you.
“...so you’re admitting you’re sick?”
“wh–uh–no…”
“then?” he turns his face, pointing to his cheek.
you stare at him incredulously. it’s easy to forget sometimes that he’s not shy, just completely antisocial. tilting your head up you press your lips against his cheek, pulling away to see a satisfying blush dusting against his freckled skin.
he sighs, turning to sit down on the side of your bed and reaching over to turn on the tv.
“why don’t you watch something light-hearted to try and go to sleep to?” he suggests, flicking through the cartoons.
“my little pony?” you rasp when he lands on the childish cartoon. “will you watch it with me?”
he glances at you from the corner of his eye as he clicks play without hesitation. if it didn’t hurt to laugh you think you’d burst out cackling at his attempt to keep his tough emo act, but you settle for snickering quietly at his display.
“do you need anything?” he asks, flicking your forehead.
“ow… no.” you pout.
“…if i make you hot chocolate will you drink it?”
it only takes the small moment of your eyes lighting up for him to lean over, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead before getting back up and walking to your door. “with marshmallows?.”
“…yeah.”
𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗
“lay down.”
“but i’m fine! you don’t need to make me anything, i’ll get over it soon.” you rasp, standing in the doorway as you watch zenix unload the groceries he had brought over when you texted him you were still working even from your deathbed.
you regretted letting him have a key to your place when he had thrown the door open, slamming your laptop shut and stopping your rather pathetic progress on your essay.
“that’s what you said when i asked you if you were still feeling bad two days ago, yet your dumbass still sounds like you swallowed sandpaper.”
“well excuse me—” you start, taking a step towards him and freezing when he whips his head over to you with a seething look in his eyes.
“i said go lay back down! i will crush you into the bed if you don’t get back under the covers in five seconds!” he huffs in a snippy tone, eyebrows pinched together like he was disbelieved that you were still going to disagree with him on this.
his eyes widen a hair when he sees a singular eyebrow hitch up on your face, your lips pursing suggestively at his words. “you’re gonna do what now, zenix? run that by me again.”
the teasing was not nearly as effective as you probably wanted it to be, with your hair a mess and bags heavy under your eyes like a snively little victorian child. it still seems to strike a nerve in the hot head in front of you, his cheeks brightening and lips curling into what could only be described as a peeved pout.
“…i’m. going. to kill you.” he grits, and you have to suppress the urge to laugh.
“you wouldn’t hurt a sick person would you?” you muse, though cautiously take a step back when his body starts to turn towards you.
the can of soup he had in his hand clangs against your counter before his feet loudly stomp on the floor as he sprints towards you. you can’t help the small scream you let out, the sight of zenix barreling towards you a rather terrifying sight. it strains your already sore throat and sets you into a small coughing fit, totally slowing you down even more than your weakened body could manage. you don’t get far before his arms tightly clamp around your waist, lifting your body up and trapping you back against his chest.
you hunch over in his arms as you try to suppress your coughs, your head throbbing each time your body jerks. completely out of breath from that short distance, you’re too busy trying to recover to realize zenix had carried you back to your bed. he plops you right back down, crossing his arms as you fall back like a ragdoll into your comforter.
“my throat hurts…” you whine, the words more strained than before as you bring a hand up to your eyes.
he scoffs. “you shouldn’t have yelled then, idiot.”
despite his scolding tone, his hands are gentle as he pulls you by the shoulders to lay you down the right way in your bed. before you can think to squirm again your sheets and blanket are tugged right under your chin, zenix’s face focused as he very seriously tucks you in.
blinking up at him through bleary eyes, you think for a second that you might be hallucinating when you catch his stare as he leans over you. his expression is uncharacteristically relaxed, lips parted and eyebrows resting calmly against his face. his eyes meet yours and he nearly flinches back, standing back up with a conflicted purse of his lips.
“…i got you a gatorade to help with your throat. and i'll get you some medicine.” he mutters, stalking off to the door and turning to point at you. “don’t. move.”
your hand raises to your forehead in a salute, eyes fluttering as a sudden wave of exhaustion hits you. “sir, yes sir.”
he rolls his eyes, and when he leaves the room you think you hear an amused chuckle poorly hidden by a scoff. you lay there for maybe ten minutes max before he’s shuffling back into your room, holding a bowl of ramen, gatorade, and a bottle of medicine.
he sets everything on your side table before sitting on the edge of your bed, glancing between you and the stuff he brought you like a crow who had brought back his owner some treasure.
thank you, zenix…” you mutter, sitting up on your headboard and letting your achy muscles finally relax as you surrender to his insistence.
“…yeah, whatever.” he replies, his own shoulders relaxing when you gratefully begin to eat the ramen. “just don’t push yourself so hard next time. or i really will kill you.”
“awww, how sweet.” you shrug your shoulders up with a sarcastic smile.
Sex with another can tell you a lot about them, but so can the moments right after it. What will you be able to decipher from the Mystreet boys during your one night together?
Various MyStreet Boys X Reader
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Vol. 0 - A Prologue
The Introduction
→ Ten Smutty Oneshots, Ten Deco*27 Songs and Ten Minecraft Mystreet Boys.
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Vol. 1 - Love Not Included
Song 1: Rabbit Hole || Dante
→ “If you get lonely, find anybody, just get lucky!”
Song 2: Animal || Blaze
→ “High expectations for love are not allowed!”
Song 3: Salamander || Laurance
→ “Make sure to cool it down so you don’t get burned.”
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Vol. 2 - I ‘Love’ You
Song 4: Otome Dissection || Zenix
→ “It's good as long as it hurts.”
Song 5: Mozaik Role || Gene
→ “What’s wrong with me loving you, bound together, so nobody can touch you?”
Song 6: Psychogramm || Ein
→ “Hey, if not me, who would you choose?”
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Vol. 3 - Craving Your Love
Song 7: Sad Girl Sex || Garroth
→ “Sleepin’ with somebody makes nothing better, just ignites my loneliness.”
Song 8: Vampire || Vylad
→ “I might act tough, but I can’t go against my feelings”
Song 9: MKDR (DSCF) || Zane
→ “We’re perfectly in sync and yet off the beat.”
Song 10: Parasite
→ “Hey, if you love me, please notice, let me dream.”
