ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Caring {Mark x Reader}

Sooooooo....this was a request. They were sick at the time, and hopefully feel better know. I can't find the comment though, so I don't know who's it is. If it's you...sorry 😬

(Y/n) P.O.V.

You know what sucks? Being sick. The aches, the nausea, the uncomfortable and gross feeling. "Baby, do you want me to make you some soup or something?" Mark asks me. He's a very caring boyfriend. "Or get some water?" He asks, referring to the half empty glass in the nightstand. I groan in response. Mark chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed. He pets my hair in a soothing manner. It's the only sense of comfort I've felt today. "I know you don't like eating when you get sick, but you also know if you don't eat it'll get worse." Mark reminds. I don't respond, just leaning into his touch. "(Y/n)." He says sternly. "I don't wanna." I say childishly. "Don't make me."

With a sigh, Mark stands up and leaves. I miss the warmth, but feel too weak to call out for him. I attempt to go back to sleep to avoid feeling like death, but can't get in a good position. I don't know how much time has past when Mark come back. Five minutes or five hours? "Lay on your back, please." He says quietly. "But I feel worse then. My stomach feel emptier." I complain. "Just for a little bit." I roll over, trusting his promise of a few minutes. I keep my eyes closed, but feel something touch my forehead. It's most likely a cold washcloth. And it feels very soothing. "Just relax." Marks soft baritone voice is familiar and comforting. So very nice.

"I brought you some fresh water. Can you just try and drink a little bit?" Mark asks. I don't respond at first, but eventually open my eyes with a nod. He hands me the half filled glass. After the drink, I lay back again, removing the wash cloth to lay on my side and try and sleep again. I hear Mark chuckle quietly as I drift off. "Have a good rest, love."