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Summary: In which Matt decides that the best way to help your cold is a big pot of homemade soup
Pairing: Matt x feminine reader
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 993
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You rarely got sick. If you did, it was usually just a headache and the sniffles. Rarely were you ever sick enough to stay home from school or work, and hardly ever enough to be bed bound. Everyone was bound to get sick at some point, though, and that was how you found yourself at nine am on this particular Sunday morning.
You blinked open your eyes, noting the pain in your limbs as you stretched out from sleeping. It took less than ten seconds of you being awake to notice something was off. Your head was pounding, your throat hurt, you were shivering with body aches, and you let out a barking cough as you yawned. Too stubborn in your 'I don't get sick' mindset to get up and get some medicine, you closed your eyes and snuggled closer to Matt, who was still asleep, brown hair feathered across his pillow.
The exhaustion from your illness kicked in, and it didn't take you long to fall asleep again. You and your boyfriend stayed asleep for quite some time, until Matt woke up feeling too hot. As he shifted, he realized it wasn't that he was hot, it was your cuddled frame making him feel that way. Being so in love with you, Matt was in sync with everything about you, and quickly noticed your congested sores.
"Phew," Matt mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead to check your temperature. "You're burning up." he whispered sadly.
Luckily, the movement didn't wake you and Matt was able to slide out of bed, pulling the covers over you. He wandered into the kitchen, making himself a bagel and looking at the clock on the microwave. You rarely ever slept past eight-thirty, which only worried him more. As if his thoughts summoned you, you appeared in the kitchen beside him when he turned, wrapped in a thick blanket, shivering and coughing.
"Oh sweetheart," he said sadly, pulling you into a hug. "You look miserable."
"Well good morning to you too." You mumbled, not losing your sass in your sickness.
"How long have you been feeling sick, babe? You're burning."
You didn't protest when Matt picked you up bridal style and carried you to the couch, effortlessly laying you down against the soft cushions and then snuggling beside you. "I just woke up like this." You whispered sadly.
That made Matt worry, but he tried not to let the anxiety crease his face. "What are your symptoms?"
"Fever, sore throat, body pains, headache, and cough." You rattled off sadly.
Matt kissed your forehead with a soft 'I'm sorry' and 'Be right back'. He quickly stood up off the couch and went into the kitchen, digging around for things that would make you feel better. You could hear him bustling around, followed by a large crash, but you were much too tired to care. You just closed your eyes and snuggled further into your blanket, resting your throbbing head against the couch cushions.
"I'm sorry," Your boyfriend whispered, reentering the living room. "I dropped a glass."
"I heard." You croaked and coughed, opening your eyes to see Matt balancing a thermometer, medicine, your water bottle, and tea in his hands.
Matt carefully placed the items on the coffee table, trying to be gentle. He quickly took your temperature, frowning when the thermometer read 103.2 (39.5 C). "That's high, baby. Let's take some medicine, okay?"
You were too tired to do much else, so you just nodded, allowing Matt to dose you up on medicine and hand you the tea. You both continued to cuddle for the rest of the morning, despite your protests. Whenever you told your boyfriend he would get sick, Matt just responded with the cliché 'I don't care'. That led you to now, where you were cuddled up on Matt's chest, coughing, while some trashy reality TV played. You had moved from the couch since this morning, and it was nearing one pm.
Matt didn't feel very good about letting you sit here and burn up with fever, so he gently kissed your forehead, rubbing your back. "Hey hun? Why don't you go take a shower and I'll make you some food while you do that? It might help your aches and open your sinuses." he explained gently, rubbing your back.
"Not hungry." You mumbled.
"Not even for soup?"
That seemed to help make up your mind. You trudged to the shower after Matt planted a kiss to your cheek. Once he heard the water start and you step into the shower, Matt padded to the kitchen, pulling out everything he would need for soup. Though he didn't look like it, your boyfriend was an excellent cook. He had been taught well, and continued to carry those skills into adulthood. As he poured the noodles, chicken, and vegetables into the pot, his heart broke as he listened to your congested coughs coming from the bathroom.
It wasn't long before you had finished up in the shower and entered the kitchen, wrapping your arms around Matt from behind as he stirred the pot on the stove.
"Hey baby!" he smiled, kissing your head. "Feeling better?"
"A little," You admitted, your cheeks blushing as you sniffled. "That looks good." You peered into the soup pot.
"This is what my mom would do when we were kids and sick." Matt admitted shyly, a blush dotting his nose.
"AWWWW," You started, then coughed. "Baby Matt."
Your boyfriend kissed you again, before patting your ass softly. "Go lay down, hun. I'll bring it to you when it's ready."
And as you cuddled up on the couch, eager for Matt's cuddles and famous, homemade soup, you couldn't help but to think about how lucky you were that you had a lovely, caring boyfriend. The fact that he was an excellent cook who also served as a cuddly teddy bear was an added bonus if you had ever seen one.
