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soup & crackers// tom hiddleston

this was request from someone to do a tom hiddlston one! i have loads of drafts going to be uploaded soon :)))

it was a bright and sunny morning, the perfect day for a quick stroll in the park, a perfect day to plant flowers in a small garden or maybe spend the day wrapped in your lovers arms. you would love this day, sunny was always nice. that is, if you weren't sick.

two night prior, you were standing in front of a thousand people flashing expensive camera's in your face. all of them asking the same questions. it was your boyfriend, tom hiddleston's movie premiere. all throughout the night he had been pestering you on and on. telling you to wear your shawl, protecting you from the bitter rain that fell over the crowds. the shawl didn't go with the dress, and you were a big girl. rain never hurt anyone, mostly. now, there you were. coughing up a lung or two, a fever causing you to have a pulsating headache, and your nose so stuffy  that you couldn't quite place if you were breathing or not. tom wouldn't be pleased you were sick, he would want to rush over and comfort you beyond belief. but he was about to be on a press tour, being sick was not in the agenda for the popular actor. so, you rolled over, collecting the sheets up over your head and just wished it would be over.

meanwhile, at tom's place. he was wondering how you were, it was nearly ten in the morning. and he hadn't gotten a good morning text or even any reassurance you were alive. and you? not awake past ten? he was worried sick. he stood from his sofa and collected him phone from his kitchen island. with a few swift (;)) clicks he dialed your phone. as your ringtone blared on, a tear slipped from your eye. oh god the noise was unbearable. you snatched your phone from your bedside table and slowly sat up.

"y/n, love. are you alright?" tom spoke softly, leaning against a chair in the dining room.

"yes, dear. i just slept in a little late. drowsy from.. pollen and melatonin and stuff." you mumbled. "sun is shining, really bright. i'm sure that pollinates flowers at super speeds." tom rolled his eyes to himself and shook his head.
"you're sick, y/n. and don't waste your breath saying you're not. you've got the voice, all congested. i'll be over shortly." he huffed.
"oh no you will not! you've got japan in less than 48 hours, you cannot and will not risk your health. i'm a big girl, i do laundry and pay rent. if i couldn't handle a measly cold, well. that would be silly." you interject quickly. tom smiled a bit to himself, he loved it when you whipped back with sass.
"fine. fine then. i will let you rest it off, though i expect an update on how you feel soon, love." now you were smiling, even after forever of being with this man he still provoked so many butterflies.
"that i can do-" you paused and barked out a god awful cough. "i'll update you in an hour or so, i'm going to drink water and maybe sleep." tom nodded, as if you could see it.
"okay... text me immediately if you don't think you can muster this on your own. i love you y/n."
"and i love you tom. now you relax, i'll call you later." you ended the call and groaned, plopping back into bed to succumb to the world of no play and all rest.

an hour had passed, and your fever only had gotten higher, your cough probably distributed the entire neighborhood and you couldn't even sleep your head was throbbing so much. tom was just as worried about you as he was before. he knew it was just something common but it didn't help that he wasn't there with you. you collect your thoughts and weakly grab your phone, dialing his number. the second is rang, he grabbed it and answered.

"y/n, are you okay?"
"i'm not sure. i feel like i'm sitting in a sauna." you mumble and groan softly. "tom, i don't feel well."
he let out a sad sigh. "i know, love. i know. it breaks my heart to have you so sick without me there."
"i think i may just go back to sleep.. if that's alright? or maybe shower, or puke. lord, i don't know." tom sat up from his position on his couch, and stood slowly. he grabbed the key to your place, his car keys and set them on the small table near his front door.
"yes that's quite alright. you rest up, i'll be waiting for your update when you feel better."
you both said your "i love you's" and the call ended. tom started to quickly make a soup, one that he remembered from the top of his head. he grabbed some medication from his cabinet and then scrambled around to find his humidifier.
you were nestled deep in your cave of blankets, your pillow over your head. the sweating and feeling that you were taking a bath in lava had passed and now it felt as if someone had a million fans blowing in your face. another half an hour passed when you heard the jingle of keys and quiet footsteps making their way to your bedroom. at this point in your sick day, if someone wanted to come and rob you, you'd let them. tom peaked in and looked to you, you let out a soft, protesting groan before laying back down.
"you'll get sick and ruin the entire press-"
"oh quiet now, y/n. you're worse than my manager." he whispered playfully, sitting at your bedside. you glanced to him and he smiled sadly.
"oh your eyes are so puffy, i've made you soup and brought crackers. and a humidifier so you can breathe. and some medicine, which you must take." he insists as he leans down to kiss your forehead before standing to grab his belongings.
patiently, you wait for him to grab his soup and crackers and whatever else he deemed necessary.
soon, he was back on the bed helping you sit up.
"tom, thank you for being so caring." you say as you take the medicine and start to eat.
"well of course, darling. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't help you?" he asks raising a brow before leaning down to kiss your cheek. he slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the other side of the bed. "now, if i get sick. i get to stay home for a few more days." he says calmly. this caused you to roll your eyes before you ate a cracker. the two of you sat close to each other as you ate your soup, feeling just a bit better. though, you couldn't decide if it was from the soup, the crackers or the warmth of your boyfriend's arms wrapped snug around you.
after a few small power naps, you awoke to see tom sleeping soundly. a smile slipped onto your face and you stood. he didn't move, the worry must have made him tired himself. you felt better, the fever having gone down, your muscles feeling like a normal humans rather than those of a raggedy old skeleton. as tom napped peacefully, you cleaned the bedroom up and went to wash dishes. as you stood, wiping the counter off in your robe, the feeling of two long, strong arms wrapped neatly around your waist.
"hmm someone feeling better?"
"very much so, all thanks to doctor hiddleston." you playfully replied back, you could feel his smile begin.
slowly, you turned to face him, leaning up to leave a small peck onto his cheek. tom just looked down to you with admiration and love pooling in his eyes.
suddenly, he turned and sneezed. your eyes widened and your forehead creased with worry.
"oh brother." you mumbled, not being able to contain a triumphant smile that your boyfriend would be in town for another few days.