Say you weren't feeling good. Maybe you were sick or it was that time. Matt would let you lay on top of him on the couch. Your cheek would be pressed up against his chest. One of his hands would be rested on your lower back, adding light pressure because your stomach was hurting. He would slowly brush through your hair, maybe getting getting his fingers tangled in it. He'd mutter a bunch of "sorry's" under his breath as he tried to untangle your hair. You'd laugh at him as he finally got it, pushing your hands up on his chest to look at him. He'd put both his hands on your hips to hold you closer to him. He would kiss your forehead, then your nose, but you'd push him away from your lips.
"Matt, I'm sick."
He'd laugh at you while saying, "And does it look like I care?"
And he would kiss you anyway.
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Magcon/Omaha Imagines
FanfictionWARNING: These were some of my first ones, so they're prolly hella cringey lol. Have fun! (My Matt ones are better I promise peep @ my profile for the Matt Imagines Collection ) A collection of my tumblr imagines. ☺️ Follow me: studmuffinshawn. - (...
