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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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little drable for an early morning setting with a sick R and lizzie/florence

Early Morning

〚 Notes - Still doing these drabbles. Im a little busy with just general life rn and video games so sorry if things are slow! 〛

〚 Summary - Waking up sick sucked but waking up sick with your caring wife ready to take care of you? That sucked a little bit less. 〛

〚 Wordcount - > 500 〛

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The shining sun glittered through your curtains, painting the room with a hazy morning glow. It was early, not early enough for the world to be beginning its day but early enough for the birds to be happily chirping just outside your window.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust as you slowly woke up. To your delight, you felt a familiar hand come to massage your head. Rolling over, you smiled noticing that your wife was sat up in bed quietly scrolling on her phone.

Your wife gently rubbed your head as you sat up groggily. “Good morning, sweetheart.” She smiled at you playfully, “Sleep well?” Lizzie put her phone down gently and carefully tucked the thin white sheet right up underneath your chin. You could feel the soft touch of her hand as she gently kissed your nose.

“Hiiishhhuuu!”

You turned away to sneeze into the covers, and as you did so your wife laughed. She reached over and grabbed a tissue and held it out to you, "Here you go baby." She chuckled, and you looked up at her as she gently stroked her fingers over your head. "Bless you sweetheart, I guess that kiss tickled that cute little nose of yours."

If only that was the reason then things would be so much easier, but you knew better. You’d gone to bed with a headache yesterday and judging by the slight soreness settling at the back of your throat, it wasn’t too much of a reach to guess that you were coming down with something – especially not when you had to sneeze again only moments later.

“Goodness love, bless you! You okay?” Lizzie said, her tone laced with a hint of worry as she shuffled down to snuggle up to you.

You shrugged honestly, “I think maybe I’m getting sick, I don’t feel that good.”

“Awh poor love, I guess this means you’re staying in bed today? Lizzie asked sweetly, passing you another tissue when you sniffled against her.

“Mmmhp.” Your response was more a groan of agreement then a verbal answer but Lizzie knew what the answer would be anyway.

“I guess I better give you lots of cuddles for you to get better then?” Lizzie smiled sweetly whilst patting the side of her chest, indicating you to lay your head there, she knew you loved resting your head against her - it always felt like the softest, most nurturing place in the entire world and there truly was no where else you’d rather be.

“...Cuddles, kisses and I’ll maybe even make you some soup if you’re lucky.” She continued as you smiled.

“God you’re the best, y’know that?” You purred happily.

“Yep.”

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bloomingflowersthings · 1 year

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Burning up burnout

Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen X Daughter! Reader, Elizabeth Olsen X Sick! Reader

Summary: The biggest part of showing your mom that you’re responsible, is knowing when to stop and rest.

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Being Elizabeth Olsen’s daughter is fun. I mean, it’s normal. You were a normal teenager, you went to school, had friends and were a good daughter. You hadn’t demonstrated any interest in acting yet. But your mom wouldn’t pressure you to it. She knew that being in the spotlight since a young age could affect your mental health. Lizzie was supportive of you and just wanted her little girl to be happy. And you just wanted her to be proud of you.

Turning off your alarm, you sighed. You went to sleep earlier yesterday, trying to sleep of a massive headache, but as you woke up you realized that you were feeling worse. Your head and body hurt, your throat was scratchy and you felt so cold. But you didn’t have time to be sick now. There were a billion of assignments that you needed to get done while also preparing for your finals. You also knew that your mom’s schedule was packed, and you didn’t wanted to disturb her job by being sick.

After getting dressed slowly, you went downstairs to have some breakfast with Lizzie. She always loved to have some mother-daughter time before the both of you started your routines.

“Good morning sweetie!” Lizzie called out for you, putting both of your plates on the table.

“Good morning mom.” You answered, trying to sound energetic.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked as you sat down beside her.

Before you could answer, the itchy feeling in your sinuses grew stronger. Prompting you to lean away from her to catch a series of sneezes in your elbow.

“Hhup’tshhiew! Hh’iishiew!”

“Bless you bubs.” She chuckled.

You both finished eating and went to grab your things before leaving. As you were zipping your backpack, your nose decided to make itself known again.

“Hh'ishiew! Hheh'tktoo! Hh-HuhS’CHIEW!” You sniffled slightly afterwards.

“Bless you, are you ok Y/N?” Your mom asked, her brows furrowed together.

“I’m fine mom!” You said, smiling at her.

“Don’t forget to take a hoodie, I don’t want you getting a cold.” She said, walking over to her room to get her car keys.

“Okay!” You answered, running over to your room to grab one of your hoodies.

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The car ride to school was silent, usually, you’d love to chat with your mom, but today, your headache would not let you think straight, so you just leaned over the window and closed your eyes.

Lizzie glanced at you worriedly. Maybe you were just tired? She decided to let you relax for now, but she would definitely keep an eye on you.

“Sweetie, we’re here.” Lizzie announced as the car reached your school.

You barely had time to wake up properly when you felt the annoying tickle in your nose.

"Hh..heh'eetshew! Hh-heh’kitshee! whew! sorry about that!! love you mom bye!” You said quickly, not giving Lizzie any space to question about your sneezes.

“Bye baby…” She said as she watched you stifle three more sneezes while entering your school.

Sighing to herself, she followed her way to set. Afterall, you would always call her if you weren’t feeling well, right?

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Wrong. When your last class finally ended, you were feverish and had a huge headache from stifling several sneezes throughout the day. You couldn’t wait to finally go to your mom’s trailer and rest for a bit.

There was a slight problem. If your mom saw the state you were in, she would put you to bed rest and you wouldn’t be able to finish your assignments. On top of that, she would also leave work to take care of you, and you knew that she was going to have a busy week. You didn’t wanted to be a burden.

So, instead of going to set to wait for Lizzie on her trailer, you decided to head straight home, sending her a message so she wouldn’t get worried about you for not showing up.

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“I’ll give you a dollar for your thoughts.” Scarlett said, noticing the way that her friend was quieter than usual. They were both on the common room, waiting to be called for the next scene.

“It’s nothing.” Lizzie sighed.

“It’s obviously not nothing, i’m not going to push you about it, but I want you to remember that I’m always here for you.” The older woman said, giving a reassuring squeeze on Elizabeth’s hand.

“I’m worried about Y/N, she was a little different this morning and she just texted me saying that she went straight home.” Your mom said, nervously.

“Do you think she’s upset?”

“Not at all, I think she’s getting sick…” Lizzie admitted.

“Did she complained to you about not feeling good?” Scarlett asked.

“No, but she didn’t sound or looked good. She’s so stubborn and won’t rest unless I force her too.”

“Hm, just like someone I know.” Scar said, bumping her shoulder lightly on Lizzie’s

They both giggled for a moment before Scarlett spoke up:

“You know what? we can try and get our scenes done a bit more quickly so you can check on Y/N.”

“Would you help me with this?” Lizzie asked, smiling hopefully at her castmate.

“Of course!! I love Y/N like my own kid! now let’s try and talk to our director.”

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“HhheH'tcHIEW!..Hh'ehttschoo!” You sneezed down on a tissue that you managed to quickly pull from the box.

You were halfway through your assignments. But the words on your laptop were blurry, your head was throbbing, and you couldn’t take a deep breath without hearing your lungs crackling.

Honestly, you really wanted to ask for your mom’s help. To feel her warm hug, to hear her soothing voice lulling you to sleep. But no. That would be admitting defeat. That would be selfish. You had to push through it.

Bringing you out of your thoughts, your mom entered your house, hanging her coat next to the door.

“Y/N? I’m home!!” She called out to you.

“Over here!” You called back, using your best “i’m-not-sick” voice.

Walking over to you, she didn’t expect to see you like this. There were several tissues around the table, all of your textbooks, your laptop and your notebooks, she almost couldn’t see you in the middle of that chaos.

“Hehae'ktieew! HHh’kktoo! Ugh ‘scuse me, how was work?” You asked.

“It was okay honey, are you okay?” She asked putting her hand on your forehead.

In your hazy state, you couldn’t escape from it.

“I’m just tired, thats all.”

“Your forehead is abit too warm for my liking, let me take your temperature please.” Lizzie said, walking to the kitchen to get the thermometer.

“No mom, please! I barely feel bad!” You managed to say before entering a painful sounding coughing fit.

“Sweetie, don’t lie to me, sometimes you forget that I made your brain inside my belly.” She said, brushing her hand through your hair. “May I take your temperature now?”

You nodded and she placed the thermometer in your mouth. The device beeped a few moments later and gave her the verdict. “39.1, that means bed rest for you young lady.”

“But mom! I’m just trying to get all this work done! I have no time to rest.” You said, tears filling your eyes as you spoke.

“Y/N, baby, I know you’re a tough girl, I’m really proud of you. But I’m just heartbroken by how sick you got, I want to take care of you.” She said, kissing your temples. “Now let’s get settled.”

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After a nice shower, a cup of tea and a dose of NyQuill, you were finally laying in bed with your mother. She was mindlessly scrolling through her phone while you were trying to sleep besides her.

“Heh’xxt! Hih'hnnxgt! Hhxxxnt! H’tsssh! Hu’xxxnt!” You stifled a series of sneezes, prompting your mom to glance at you.

“Bless you sweetheart! you shouldn’t stifle…” Lizzie said while rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry…” You answered with a small voice.

“No baby, don’t apologize, I just don’t want your headache to get worse.”

“Not that, I’m sorry for being sick.” You said, looking at her with glassy eyes.

“Y/N, you don’t ever need to apologize for being sick. I’m your mom and you’re the most important person for me. I’m sorry you’re not feeling good, but I’ll be here with you the whole time.” Your mom reassured you.

“Can you just hold me?” You asked.

“Of course baby.” She said, snuggling closer to you. “For as long as you want me to.”

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juiles · 7 months

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Sick bug

Requested: no i needed this for me

Summary: i needed to feel comforted at the fact i’ve had to work for the past 3 days despite being sick because of a shit co-worker.

Type: fluff

Pairing: wandanat x reader

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(A/N: this is a really shitty short sickfic because i need it rn)

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Today was like any other day for y/n. She had to get up and go to work however this morning, it felt like she had been hit by a semi truck. Her limbs felt heavy, her head full, her nose stuffed, her body aches. She had gotten the bug that had been going around the kids at her daycare. The only problem being that she had to go in for numbers so despite feeling like garbage, she had a shower, got herself dressed, grabbed herself a coffee and pushed on with her day. Arriving at work, her boss (who also happened to be a best friend of hers) mentioned she looked rough and asked if she needed the day off. Y/n agreed however at the time, her bosses phone went off and her other co-worker called in to take the day off to do some schoolwork she had put off doing all weekend which left y/n there to cover her closing shift as well as her own mid shift.

She lasted the day before she trudged home and immediately swapped her work clothes for some sweats and a baggy shirt that belonged to Natasha before she balled herself up into her covers and fell asleep. A couple hours later she was woken by her boss, Talan.

“Hey kid. I need you to come in again tomorrow. Sorry, i feel bad but you know how it is with Tonya.” Talan said, receiving a soft hum from the girl on the phone as a response.

There was shuffle on y/n’s side before she heard a raspy voice. “Y/n will not be in for the next two days. I’m sorry but she needs to rest.” There was a click on the phone.

“Tasha…?” A groggy voice said causing Natasha to look down at the sleeping woman in front of her.

“Hi detka. Go back to sleep. I’m here. Wanda is just warming up the heating pad.” The red head said as she sidled into bed with her partner, causing the brunette to bury herself into the muscular arms of her girlfriend.

She got woken up not long after to someone rubbing her arm softly. “Detka… you need to wake up to take some meds…” She heard a voice whisper in a soothing Sokovian accent.

“No… sleepy…” Y/n mumbled burrowing herself further into the Russians arms trying to escape Wanda.

“I know detka once your done, you can sleep all you want… open wide…” Wanda soothed, slowly coaxing the sick woman into looking up at her with a pitiful look and a small whimper. “There’s my pretty girl…” Her finger soothed the wrinkled skin between her eyebrows, slowly releasing the pout she had been given. “Put away your pout detka… oh wow… you’re burning up…”

A grumbled noise came from y/n before they both heard Natasha chuckle softly. “Listen to witchy moya lyubov. You know it’ll help…”

“Open your mouth… there we go…” The witch helped the daycare worker take the meds before releasing her to go back to sleep. “All done malyshka. Now it’s time to sleep.” She laid back down with the woman and all three fell asleep quickly.

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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sick elizabeth and reader with “You’re home early?” and “Im not feeling too hot.”

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〚 Notes - Okay so I thought these two reqs paired together well :D Hopefully you enjoy this lil fic :) 〛

〚 Summary - Your day off takes an unexpected turn when a certain somehow comes home from work sick. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1083 〛

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You’d planned to spend your day off doing nothing but relaxing. Maybe take a long bath, watch some Netflix or catch up on some reading. There really was no limit. But it seemed the day had its own plans in store. It was just after twelve when you were lounging on the couch, scanning over the open book in your hand when you heard the recognisable click of your lock of your door as it swung open.

“Hello?” You called out while glancing over towards the door, curiosity filling your thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone to stop by today.

To your surprise, it was Lizzie who turned the corner. She looked awful – hell, she felt it too. Her legs so weary with fatigue that the sheer weight of her body is the sole thing keeping her upright and there were distinct smudges of mascara beneath her eyes.

“Baby?” You looked over her with blatant concern, “You’re home early. Are you okay?”

Lizzie kicked off her heels with the most pitiful whimper her voice box can muster, sniffling wetly as she holds a very soaked tissue to her face, “They sent me home.”

“Oh, baby. Come here,” You drop my book and scrambled up to your feet, coming over to Lizzie and taking her in the largest hug you could. There are so many different ways to feel better, but what Lizzie needs right now is love, “You poor thing. What happened?”

Lizzie's shoulders sink as she surrenders to the support of my embrace. I can feel her forehead rest against my chin, her cheek pressed against the crook of my neck. Her skin is so warm, “I’m not feeling too hot, so my boss said I had to come home.“

“Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry you’re not feeling well,” you trailed off, bringing up your hand and pressing it to the side of her cheek, “You do feel hot to me though, are you running a fever or anything?”

“I don’t know,” Lizzie's voice is a mere murmur as she sinks further into your embrace. Her forehead presses deeper into the base of your collarbone. She couldn’t keep her voice from cracking. But you hold her closer, rubbing your thumb across her cheek as she pouted. The only downside of your close contact was that Lizzie barely had enough time to turn away from you when her nose began, instead she buried her nose in her thoroughly abused tissue.

“HEh’ktshoo! Heh'ttshoo!”

Her sneeze is the most pitiful noise you've ever heard. You're not sure if you should laugh or cry. Her sinuses are clearly beyond stuffed up and her head is throbbing, her ears hot and her throat sore. The skin of her face is flushed, and she looks like she hadn’t slept in weeks. It broke your heart. "Oh, honey," you say, squeezing her closer as you gently took the beat tissue from her grasp, “Let me throw that away for you baby, there's some fresh ones in our bedroom, I think. How about you go up and get changed into something comfy and I’ll follow you up with some tea?”

You felt so bad for her. She looked positively miserable and she deserved all the love and care you could give her—that and more. And as you watched her shuffle her way up the stairs towards your room, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

Heading to the kitchen, you threw away her gross tissue and flicked on the kettle, tapping your foot as you waited for the water to boil. Once you'd prepared a piping mug of chamomile with honey, lemon, and a sprinkle of cinnamon, you set off toward the bedroom and quietly knocking at the door to announce your entrance.

The door creaks open slowly to reveal Lizzie lying on the mattress with her knees tucked up to her chest, face buried in arms wrapped around them, as if to comfort herself. She’s no longer wearing her work clothes. She's in nothing but a baggy T-shirt and worn-out, purple sweatpants. She has a miserable look to her that's hard to describe: at once, sad, and tired, and sick. But she was still somehow adorable.

You move forward and crouch beside the bed, offering the mug of tea to her and gently placing a hand on her lower back. "Your tea, sweetheart. It should help with your congestion."

In response to my act of altruism, Lizzie slowly, gingerly reaches for the mug. "Can I have a tissue, too?" she whispers with the gentleness of a dove. In the sunlight, her dark-circled eyes shimmer with the remnants of earlier tears, "You're the best..." The mug quivers in her hands and she takes a hesitant sip, but she soon relaxes, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as the hot liquid helps to soothe her raw throat.

You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before disappearing into your ensuit bathroom remerging moments later with a box of tissues in your hand and you set the box in her lap with a smile.

“Thank you.” Lizzie sniffled as she reached forward to swipe a few from the box and she presses the soft tissue to her nose, but it’s still not enough to ward off the incessant itch in her nose, “Hi’hischiew! Hh..HHih'ishu! Heh- He’hhtshoo!” She paused to grab another few tissues, “Ugh, ‘scuse, I’m really sorry if I'm ruining your day off, I can't imagine this is how you planned to spend it.”

"Awh bless you, don't be absurd though honey," you shook your head as you came to sit beside her on the bed, "My day off isn't ruined at all. I'm glad that I can be here to take care of you.”

"You're too sweet. I really appreciate this..." Lizzie's eyelids become leaden, and she begins to yawn widely.

"Come here," You whispered, drawing her against your chest as she laid her head on your shoulder. And you let your hand come to run through her hair as you shuffled the two of you backwards before pulling up the duvet to cover you both, "What else can I do for you, my love?”

“I don't care what you talk about, can you just keep talking?” She sniffled as she nuzzled into your side, coughing thickly into her elbow before asking, “could you maybe read to me?”

“Of course, I could sweetie.” You smiled, kissing her forehead again, “Now, which book would you like.”

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Can you do One with the scenario "annoyance" where B Is Lizzie and A Is Reader, maybe R doesn't want to rest because She wants to study for an exam and Is afraid to get a bad grade or smth like that Idc i just really like this scenario

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Hi! I finally have wifi again :D Sorry for such a long wait, im back to writing again. I changed the idea slightly, instead R wants to get her work done instead of exams but hopefully you'll still enjoy it!

Summary: You've woken up feeling terrible but with growing piles of work, getting to rest is something that seems impossible. However your wife seems to have other ideas.

Wordcount:2489

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You’d been heavily overworking yourself recently and it was becoming blatantly obvious. The company that you worked for had recently replaced your boss with and to put it lightly, you weren't really getting along. Despite the fact that you were probably the hardest working person in your level of the company, he was always on your back, always demanding more and more from you and quite frankly you were starting to get sick of it. As a result, you’d been getting very little, if any sleep at all. In turn, there was a temper growing in your attitude, while it was common for you to get a little irritable when deprived of sleep this was on a whole other level. You knew it yourself; you could feel every tiny annoyance causing a flurry of emotions and to make it worst, it wasn't just yourself who’d noticed. Your wife, Lizzie, had noticed it too.

That morning you’d woken up feeling like utter shit. It felt as if your head had been packed with cement and you were unable to stop chills from running rampant through your body. It made sense really, of course you were bound to get sick, you'd done nothing except run yourself into the ground for weeks. Of course, you got sick. Why wouldn’t you?

Despite your best efforts to conceal your current ailment, Lizzie had picked up on it. You were sitting with her on your sofa early that morning before you were due to log in for work, you were in the middle of what must’ve been your fifth sneezing fit in that hour alone when Lizzie laid a comforting hand on your shoulder, patiently blessing you. She waited for your fit to end before reaching over, grabbing the tissues from the coffee table and placing them in your lap. You swiped afew to use whilst she hummed and softly cooed, “You sound terrible honey, I’ve never seen you with a cold like this.”

You knew she meant well but the soft tone of her voice irritated you in your feverish state, “I don’t have a cold.” You said bluntly, your eyes not quite meeting hers.

“I'm not quite sure I believe you sweetie.” Liz said softly kissing your cheek, not picking up on your irritation.

You meekly returned the gesture lightly before sighing and pulling yourself from the sofa. You had far too much work that needed to be done and it wasn’t going to get done if you were just sitting around all day. Despite the endless complaining from your boss, your job did allow you to work from home for 3 days a week and you would always use those days at the beginning of the week, you’d planned it specifically so it would coincide with the days Lizzie had off. Somewhat fortunately for you, this was one of those days. Your arms sluggishly dropped by your side as you trudged in the direction of your office, simply mumbling, “I need to get some work done.”

You were just about to turn the corner when a concerned voice piped up, “Honey, are you really in a condition to be working-”

“Lizzie.” You interrupted rudely, “I'm fine, just leave it.”

You had grumbled something else under your breath but it wasn’t quite audible before shutting the door behind you. Lizzie was left shocked and biting her lip, unsure whether to interject. She knew how much your current work situation was stressing you out so she decided it would be better just to let you cool off for abit rather than arguing. So that’s what she did, Lizzie tried to turn her attention back to whatever show was playing on the TV infront of her, only occasionally looking up towards your office when your sniffling got particularly loud. A few hours passed and with the passing time it was becoming increasingly harder to stay still. The overwhelming urge to intervene and try to help was almost too much but somehow Lizzie had managed to obey your wishes and stayed back, it was only when the sound of you coughing and wheezing was louder than the sound of the TV she had finally had enough of your stubbornness.

Shaking her head, Lizzie headed over to the kitchen to grab you a bottle of water before sneaking towards your office, hesitating for a moment before entering. She stepped into your office, sighing as she took in your appearance. Your skin was almost as white as the piles of paper stacked along your desk; you hadn't even noticed her enter your office as you weakly rubbed your fist against your running nose. To her, seeing you like this was torture. You shouldn’t have been out of bed in that condition, nevermind working. Letting her emotions take control, Lizzie stopped at the front of your desk and slowly closed the lid of the small laptop you were working on.

“The fuck-” You blurted out only to be silenced when you looked up to see the glaring stare of the woman before you.

“Y/N...” Lizzie began, “You can't continue like this sweetheart. Come on, you know better than this.” She scolded you lightly but held out her hand, offering to help you up.

For a moment, it looked like you were about to give in, God knows you wanted too, but you just had too much work you needed to do especially with the upcoming projects and deadlines that you had to fill. Her offer was met with a scoff and you cracked your fingers, a habit which Lizzie absolutely despised.

“Why are you being so fucking stubborn?” Liz finally snapped, having enough of your attitude.

You groaned. Why couldn’t she just leave you be? “I have too much that I need to get done. It's my decision to work so just get lost already” You hissed a reply, feeling your irritation turn to genuine anger. Though that anger was mainly directed at yourself. Words couldn’t quite voice how you were feeling, you were about to continue speaking when your nose decided that it was also ready to join the convosation, forcing you to burrow your head into your arm, “hh..HE’TschiEW! H-Hih'itsHIEW!”

“Bless you. Y/N, all I want is for you to rest, why can't you see that?” She seethed, “Yes, Im aware that your boss is a literal dick who doesn’t give you a break. Yes, I know you really arn’t feeling good right now but that’s not an excuse to act like a spoiled brat. I'm trying to help and you're acting like an entitled moody bitch. No wonder your boss fucking hates you.”

She honestly hadn't meant that last part but, in her anger, it had just slipped out and Lizzie immediately regretted saying it. The room was silent as you felt a prick of tears well in your eyes. “Fuck you.” You spat before turning to muffle a round of barking coughs, coughs which left you wheezing and gasping for air and left Lizzie staring at you, her anger being rapidly replaced with concern.

“I- I didn’t mean it.” Liz weakily reached out to stop you from storming out the room.

Despite the room spinning around you, you were able to snatch yourself from her grasp, your voice cracked as you managed to croak out, “Don't fucking touch me Elizabeth.”

“Where are you going?” Liz called out and followed you as you paced out the office, “Just listen to me.”

“heh.Heh'ttshoo!” You stopped pacing for a moment to sneeze down against your wrist, the sound exausting sound making Lizzie stop to stare sympathetically at you.

“Y/N. Your not well darling. You know what happens when you run fevers...” She spoke meekly, trying to forget about what happened the last time you ran yourself into the ground like this.

“I don’t fucking care Elizabeth, you can't just say that shit! You don’t understand, I have to get this work done.” That was the second time you’d used her fullname, something you rarely did.

Lizzie was helpless to do anything as you angrily grabbed the keys and flung open the front door, almost walking straight into it before storming out into the pouring rain, not bothering to grab a coat before slamming the door shut. She heard the click of the lock reclosing itself and the familiar sound of your loud, harsh sneezing as you paced away from the house. With that the house was silent, silent except for the sound of Lizzie’s shaking breath and the drum of the wind and rain against the windows. Everything had happened so fast; she hadn't meant what she said and you hadn't meant to get so angry. The events unfolded in the worst way possible and now what?

Lizzie grabbed her head and just held herself as she collected herself. After 10 minutes she was starting to feel a little better, you both just needed to clear your minds. She made herself a warm cup of coffee before letting herself sit down on the sofa. Still, she couldn’t help but worry, there was no way being out in that weather would be anything but good for you but she knew you needed space. You were the type of person who needed to release their anger rather than sit down and relax, she knew you’d come back, just not when, so Lizzie took out her phone and shot you a small text:

Lizzie: Hey Y/N. I'm sorry. Please come back when you’re ready, we need to talk [READ 13:26]

There wasn’t a lot more she could do now; she would just have to wait. With the house to herself Lizzie tried to enjoy the rest of her day off. She didn’t really feel like making lunch so she just threw a quick ready-meal in the microwave and waited for it to cook, sighing as she did so. You and Lizzie rarely argued, maybe this was why it was hitting her so hard. The microwave buzzed a few minutes later signalling that her lunch was ready. She pulled out the small package and ate it slowly, cringing at the ill tasting food. After awhile she began to feel a heaviness growing behind her eyes, that argument really had taken a lot from both of you. Maybe closing her eyes for a few minutes would help...

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Lizzie woke up to the room dark around her, she wasn’t sure what time it was until she clicked open her phone, wincing slightly at the bright light. As her eyes adjusted, she was able to make out the time 18:48. It had grown dark outside, though that wasn’t unusual considering it was mid-November. It took her a moment to properly wake up before she had a thought, what had woken her up? Usually, she was a pretty heavy sleeper and it took a lot to pull her from her sleep. A sudden banging almost made her jump out of her skin, at least her question had been answered at least.

She pulled herself up and towards the front door where the banging seemed to be coming from. The pounding only continued as she searched around for her keys to unlock the door. After a minute of fumbling around she swung it open and her breath caught in her throat as she saw you.

You were soaked. Your hair clutched to your scalp in sopping wet strands, your skin was somehow even whiter than before except for your nose. Your nose was crimson in colour, it matched the feverish reddish which was splashed along your cheeks. You stood woozily before her fighting to remain upright as you swayed in place.

“Y/N? Jesus Christ!” Lizzie gasped.

“Cad I cobe id?” You asked, your voice brimming with congestion and fatigue.

“What- Of course, get in here, you look half frozen.” Lizzie ushered you inside, taking off the soaking wet jacket which was hanging loosely over your shoulders. Her concern only grew as she felt you tremble and shiver beneath her as you came inside the house.

“I lost my keys...” Your voice was a hoarse whisper as you sniffled, you were barely able to cup your hands around your streaming nose before it began to tickle frantically. “Hhe’KSCHIEW!..Huh’tsschIEW! Hih..H’hehkktoo!”

“I’b so sorry-” You started to blurt out your apology but was stopped by the soft hushing of your wife followed by a comforting warmth being draped over you. You pulled your eyes from the floor to tiredly look up at her, Lizzie had wrapped her own jumper around your shoulders and had begun slowly rubbing a comforting hand down your back. You felt tears begin to trickle down your face as your pent-up emotions overcame you.

“You don’t need to apologise. It was my fault; I knew you weren't feeling good but I kept pushing you.” Lizzie tried to comfort you as you sniffled in her arms, “You sound like you need a tissue.” She pressed the edge of your nose lightly causing your eyelashes to begin fluttering.

“HhhH’tISCIEW! H’iiiTsssh!”

Lizzie chuckled lightly before offering you out a box of tissues which she had grabbed from the table, “I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I didn’t mean them; I promise I didn’t"

“I dow you didd’t.” You weakly reached out for the tissues which she offered out to you, Thagnks.” You sighed and took a tissue and wetly blew your nose, cringing as you heard the sound it made. “Sorry that was gross.” You mumbled quietly, “Lizzie Im really sorry too, you were being so nice to me and I snapped at you. You didn’t deserve any of it and I- Hhup’sssh! Heh’iishiew! I should’ve listened to you and just gone to lie down because I feel like - Hi’tschieeew! I feel like shit.” You sobbed, cuddling yourself into her warm arms.

“Oh baby.” Lizzie kissed the top of your head as she pressed a fresh tissue into your hands, “It doesn’t matter, okay? It just matters that you’re here now. I don’t care about the argument, I just need you to feel better, speaking of which, how about we get you a nice drink of tea and we can cuddle up in bed, does that sound good to you?”

She waited for your response, only it never came, Lizzie looked down in confusion but her expression softened as she looked down to see your eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

“Oh honey, let's get you to bed.” She whispered and softly planted a kiss on your cheek before she gently lifted you in her arms and carried towards the bedroom.

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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 6

Prompt: “Should I pick up some tissues on the way home?”

Pairing: Sick Lizzie Olsen x Reader

Wordcount: 680

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You loved driving. It was one of the many things that brought you comfort, something about how the world flew by as you processed any thoughts whilst listening to music at any desirable volume brought you such enjoyment.

Especially when you were driving back home to see Lizzie, that was possibly one of your all time favourite feelings, you just couldn’t get enough of the warm excitement and anticipation it brought you.

You loved your job, however being an actor, it often meant working at less then desirable times of the year and filming the week leading up to Christmas was certainly less then ideal. Luckily you for you would be home the day of Christmas Eve, you’d even sweet talked you’ve director into letting you leave early that morning.So as you drove home at 8AM, the last thing you expected was a phone call from Lizzie.

“Goodmorning my love.” You pressed the small button on your steering wheel to answer and spoke in your usual cheery tone, “How’d you sleep baby?”

What came next was a symphony of sniffles and afew muffled sobs, “Hi baby.” Through the speakers cane the almost unrecognisable voice of your wife, her voice distorted by thick blatant congestion.

“Jesus Lizzie!” You exclaimed, the quality of her voice began to worry you, “Are you okay? You sound terrible.”

You heard the sound of Lizzie trying desperately to muffle of several sneezes on the other end of the line before she spoke, her voice was weaker this time, “How long till you get home?”

Looking down, you glanced at your GPS to check, “Just a couple of hours baby, I’ll be there soon.” You replied, trying your best to sound assuring but the following sound of wet sniffling only caused you to worry more, “Whats wrong sweetie?”

The following sounds of sobs made your heart break into pieces and you knew Lizzie had tears flowing down her cheeks, “Im really sick Y/N and everythings all woozy.” She began , the pace of her breathing rapidly increasing, “And tomorrows Christmas which means that if Im sick everythings going to be ruined and you’ve been working all week so you need to relax and you wont be able to do that and- and-“

“No.” You cut her off from her feverish rambles, the stern tone of your voice shocking her, “Baby, I need you to take some big deep breaths for me okay?”

You took big exaggerated inhales and exhales as you waited for Lizzie to do the same and eventually her cries grew quieter and quieter, “Good job sweetie, now listen here okay? Theres some NyQuil in the bathroom cupboard I think, can you get it for me sweetie?”

You sighed, she really did sound awful. Lizzie hardly got sick but when she did, it usually hit her pretty hard and you hated the fact that you weren’t there to be able to hold and comfort her, and judging by the sound of her voice alone it was obvious she’d been feeling ill long since before this morning.

The sound of shuffling echoed down the phone as you waited patiently, “I have it.” She eventually spoke before breaking off into a cough.

“Okay good, can you take some for me? I’ll be home as soon as I can, the medicine is gonna help you fall back asleep okay?

Lizzie sniffled, she set the phone down on the counter to pour herself a doze of the liquid. “I took it.” She answered a moment later, chasing the medicine down with some water.

“Good girl, now go and yourself back into bed, you’re in no condition to be up. I’ll be there for when you wake up.” You replied before asking, “Should I pick up some tissues on the way home too?”

Your wife mumbled something inaudible in response and you took it for meaning ‘yes’, you listened closely hearing the sounds of her climbing back into bed.

“You gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be okay, you’ll be here when I wake up?”

“Yes baby, I’ll be waiting for you when you wake up.”

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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 2

Prompt: “Next time I say wear a coat you’ll listen, wont you?”

Pairing: Lizzie Olsen x Sick Reader

Wordcount: 950

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"I'm dying!" your raspy voice groaned dramatically from under a pile of blankets, your wife Lizzie giggling at your side.

She shook her head but still extended out a reassuring hand to rub down your back; you shivered at her touch, "You're not dying Y/N." You just have a cold, darling."

You grumbled indignantly and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself feeling another chill run through your body.

"You are quite warm though." She added, her voice taking on a concerned tone as she brought her palm to the side of your cheek and you leaned into her touch, "Dramatics aside, how are you genuinely feeling?"

You shrugged slightly, “My throats just really sore and I feel all congested and just- just,” You paused trying to find the right word, but just as the correct phrasing popped into your mind, something else forced its way out of you instead, “Hhup’tSHIEW! Hh-He’tsHIEW!”

“Aw bless you, I guess that pretty much sums up how you’re feeling then, hm?” Lizzie cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “Next time I say wear a coat you’ll listen, won't you?”

“I still had fun though.” The hint of a smile pulled at your lips as you remembered yesterday events. You didn’t often get snow in December where you lived, so when the crisp white flakes began to fall from the sky, you rushed outside to enjoy the moment not caring about the fact you only had a thin long-sleeved t-shirt to protect you against the wintery chill.

To her credit, Lizzie had told you to wear one, but you had brushed off her worries, under the notion that you’d only be outside for afew minutes. That “few minutes” turned into two hours. Surprisingly though, you hadn't really felt the bite of the icy weather at the time. It was only a day or so later when you began to shiver profusely that you did begin to slight regret your decision to not wear a coat.

The sound of Lizzie’s soothing voice stirred you out of your daze, “It’s not fun when you’re all sick and sniffly though.”

She did have a point there, you whined feeling your throat burn before it sent your body racking forward as you coughed into your blanket. It was most definitely not fun at all. To make things worst since it was almost Christmas, the two of you were supposed to drive up to see her family later on that evening but it was clear that you wouldn’t be up to going. You had offered to go or stay behind but Lizzie was adamant that you weren’t well enough, and of course she hated the idea of you staying behind, she wasn’t about to leave you alone for the weekend, especially not if you were sick.

You pawed at your nose before reaching out of your blanket huddle to swipe some of the tissues from the box Lizzie had laid on the floor infront of you, "Next I'll wear a coat." You sniffed.

She hummed contently as you tried to quietly blow your nose, "I thought as much. Theres no point dwelling on it now though," She paused to check the time on her phone, her tone was soft as she spoke, "Its almost 7pm sweetie, we should both probably get something to eat, you mainly. You haven’t eaten much."

“I haven’t been too hungry, but I could maybe make us some pasta?" You offered, following Lizzie as she stood up from the sofa.

"That’s really sweet but it's okay. Of course, we can have pasta, but I'll make it us. You still need to rest." She reminded you, kissing your cheek and reached out to hold your hand as you both padded towards the kitchen.

One of your blankets was still draped over your shoulders as you sat yourself down on one of the stools at your island in the centre of your kitchen. You watched intently as Lizzie pulled out some spices from the cupboard. You always loved watching her cook.

"What type are you making?" You asked, yawning widely against the back your wrist.

Lizzie turned on her heels to show you the glass bottle she was holding, "Arrabbiata."

You smiled widely, seeing the bottle of spicy sauce in her hands. It was your favourite type and your eyes sparkled at the thought. Lizzie’s arrabbiata always tasted beyond amazing.

"There it is." Lizzie chuckled cheerily, "There's that beautiful smile I love to see."

"You're adorable." You blushed, "Thank you for being so amazing today sweetheart, I really appreciate everything you do for me. You didn't need to stay here and take care of me, you could've driven to see your parents, but you didn't, that means alot to me."

It was Lizzie’s turn to blush, she came round the island to give you a hug, encircling you in her embrace, "You're the most important person to me, Y/N. There’s nothing I-”

"hHep'TSHIEW!" You sneezed loudly causing Lizzie to jump slightly. The sudden motion of your head ducking down caused your already-loosely tied back hair to fall over the front of your face, covering your eyes.

Lizzie's small grin became an uncontrollable, unrestrained laugh as she looked over at you, "Y-You look like a mop." She finally managed to stammer out through high-pitched giggles, "Here."

Her tender hand caressed your cheek while the other caring hand delicately rearranged your hair, putting the last strand behind your ear. She then moved in close and kissed you lightly on the neck as you sniffled.

“You’re my everything baby, now let me finish off this pasta for us so we can run you a nice bath afterwards, maybe snuggle afterwards?”

“That’d be amazing.”

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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 14

Prompt: “Oh you poor thing.”

Pairing: Lizzie Olsen x Sick Reader

Wordcount: 621

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The trailer bedroom is drenched with a gentle, golden haze. The sun was bright and low in the sky, shining down on the cool ground below. It was a picture example of a comforting winter afternoon with the last traces of the previous day’s snow clinging to the ground.

The smell of Lizzie’s rosewater shampoo infuses the air. You sigh as she gently dries you off with the soft white towel, which was wrapped around your body, gently drying your soaked body off from the shower you’d both shared.

“How do you feel?” She purrs, trailing her fingers down your hot cheek before she begins to carefully towel-dry your wet hair.

Truth be told, you didn’t feel well. Your cold hung like a heavy veil that's wrapped around your head, keeping your nose and throat stuffed up as they drip but that didn’t matter. There was no time to be sick. Being actors meant following deadlines, doing things on time, especially when those things were filming scenes and nowhere in your schedule was there time for you to be sick.

“Im alright.” You lied, clearing your throat to attempt to remove the rasp from your voice, “We should get ready for set, we’re filming the fight scenes this afternoon, aren’t we?”

Your fiancé raised an eyebrow at your claim, seeing your body shudder under her touch because despite the coolness of the shower, your skin still retained its previous feverish glow. And pressing the back of her hand to your forehead only confirmed her fears, “You aren’t going to be filming those, neither of us are.” She said bluntly but soften her tone, seeing how your eyes had casted down to the floor, “Im sorry sweetie, you need to rest and let your body get rid of this bug and there's no way Im leaving you here alone.”

“But it's our job!” You whined only pausing to paw at your nose, feeling the burn of a small itch spread across it, “Hh’itshhiew!” Hh-hih’iiishiew!”

“Gesundheit!” Lizzie cooed and she tapped her finger on the edge of your nose, causing you to sneeze again, “Oh you poor thing, let me get you some tissues.”

Lizzie left the room, and you took the opportunity to change into some clean clothes. You stood up, ignoring the wooziness and the shudders which overcame you as you dropped the towel which had been the only thing covering you, with great effort you managed to search the nearby closet and pull out a pair of black joggers and sweatshirt, both belonging to your fiancé.

When Lizzie came back, she had two fresh boxes of tissues tucked under her arm and a hot-steaming mug in the other, with a slight smirk she raised an eyebrow as she looked over you, “Are those my clothes?”

A small mischievous grin tugged at your lips as you gratefully accepted the tea, “Maybe,” You took a sip of the hot liquid, it felt amazing against your throat, “Thanks for this.”

“It's not a problem darling, now crawl back and get under the covers, catch up on some sleep.” Lizzie smiled as she helped you get comfy before picking up a copy of her script and sitting beside you, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“God, I love you sometimes.”

“Love you too, now shush,” She wraps an arm around you, and in the comfort of her safety, you feel as if nothing could possibly ever go wrong ever again, “Get some sleep.” Lizzie presses against you with a motherly kiss on the top of your head. She hums gently as you feel yourself being carried away by the lull of sleep. Right here, right now, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Hey! Could you do one with Lizzie where we’re at a premiere or something and there’s flowers and it’s setting off her allergies?

Budding Review

Hey hey hey! This has been in my inbox for SOOOO long, sorry it took this long to do! Also I got like 6 new requests over the last day or so, so anything new may take a litte long to come out since I wanna get my older requests done first :D (also ignore the how bad the title is…. I was trying to make it flower related :p )

Summary: You and Lizzie are at the premiere for her latest movie, everythings fine until something starts to bother her nose.

Wordcount:850

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“Wow these are beautiful, thank you!” Lizzie exclaimed with a bright beaming smile, as she was handed a beautiful bouquet of daisies by one of the hosts.

Yourself and Lizzie were currently attending a premiere for Liz’s next movie, she had a plus one so of course she had brought you along. You’d been to many premieres in your relationship with Lizzie however none had been as extravagant as this. There was a huge red carpet running through the centre leading into the screening room. The venue was packed with guests and celebrities, all anxious to see the much-hyped movie.

“You excited?” You nudged her lightly, taking her hand, as both of you waved your goodbyes to waiting crowd and made your way inside the screening room. The film wasn’t due to start for another 10 minutes but you wanted time to get yourselves settled.

“Yeah, hopefully everybody else enjoys it.” Lizzie chipped back. You were still holding her hand as you sat down but after afew seconds you felt her suddenly pull away, “Hh..H’iiishiew!”

Lizzie ducked her head into her hand as she sneezed, politely excusing herself afterwards. You were just about to bless her when she had to frantically duck her head into her elbow to catch another sneeze which seemed to have snuck up on her.

“You feeling okay?” You frowned, reaching over to cup her cheek, however your worry settled feeling no unusual heat coming from her.

“I feel fine.” She spoke quietly as more people began to fill the surrounding seats, “My nose is just itching like crazy.” As if to exaggerate her point Lizzie’s nose began to twitch again, “Hiii’tshshh! Hhhih…H’iiihsshiew!”

Lizzie blushed as a mumble of blessings came from those around you. You reached out to retake her hand. he smiled as she felt you begin to trace small circles with your thumb along her skin.

It wasn’t long before the movie began. The screening room grew silent and everybody fixed their attention on the big screen. The opening scenes were great, you couldn’t believe the talent of Lizzie and her co-stars.

Everything was fine for about 30 minutes when something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. Lizzie was scrubbing at her nose, trying desperately to be discreet about it, you also noticed how her chest was rising and falling rather rapidly.

“Liz?” You whispered, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention, “You alright?”

“I-“ Lizzie wasn’t able to get another word out before she was sent forward from the force of stifling her oncoming sneezes, “HHh'GNXxT!..H’Tssh'GHTT! Hh..H’Ngh'KXT!”

“Poor sweetie, bless you.” You sighed, keeping your voice low, “Whats making you sneeze so much, huh?”

Then you saw it. The bouquet of daises sitting on her lap. It was in that moment a faint memory resurfaced itself in your mind. Lizzie had previously told you that she was allergic to certain types of flowers and as she bent forward stifling another painful sounding sneeze into near silence you came to the conclusion that it was definitely the bouquet which was setting her off.

“I think these flowers are bothering your nose sweetheart.” You hushed, carefully moving the flowers off her lap, trying to avoid crinkling the paper they were wrapped in. You laid them on the floor infront of you, trying to edge them away from her.

Lizzie sniffed, feeling her nose begin to run, “Thanks. Sorry, I should’ve realised earlier” Lizzie sighed as she rubbed her temples, trying to fight off her oncoming headache.

Throughout the rest of the premiere, Lizzie was forced to stifle each painful sneeze, never able to gain any actual relief. By the time the movie had ended, she was exhausted. As light flooded the room you saw that her eyes had grown slightly puffy and her nose was visibly irritated.

It was obvious all she wanted to do right now was go home. But she had an important gathering to attend with the critics to review their view and opinions of the movie. Plus, there was a company after-party too. It was almost a guarantee that both of you wouldn’t be home by midnight. You heard Lizzie sigh, she must’ve realised it too.

“God I’m so stuffed up right now.” She spoke through a congested voice as the room began to grow loud with chatter, “Hh...He’hhtshoo! Ugh, Sorry.”

“Aw darling, bless you. I’m pretty sure I have some allergy medicine in the car.” You cooed, wanting to somehow comfort your poor allergenic wife, “You go and get ready for your meeting sweetie, I’ll be waiting for you when you’re out.”

You kissed her goodbye as you both set off in different directions. It didn’t take long for you to reach the car and luckily there was a small packet of hayfever relief tablets in the glove compartment, there were also afew small travel sized tissue packs so you grabbed one of those for her too. All you had to do now was wait for Lizzie to be finished in her meeting to give her the tablets. Maybe the night wouldn’t actually be so bad afterall...

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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sick reader and elizabeth on christmas using the prompts “I told you to wear a coat.” and “How about we grab a blanket, snuggle and watch some cheesy Christmas movies?”

I Told You So

Hello hello, well my first attempt at the drabble was lost due to my inability to press ‘save’. So it got rewritten, I think I like this version better though :) Enjoy

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A familiar click of the lock was all that signalled your arrival home. Hearing this Lizzie came rushing from her office to the main door, gasping as she saw the puddle of water forming on the floor around your sodden feet.

“Oh honey.” She sighed, pulling the wet hoodie over your head. She let it fall on the ground before wrapping the warm woollen cardigan, which she had been wearing, around your shoulders, “I told you to wear a coat.”

That was true. Two days prior, you were about to leave for your final few days of filming before you would be officially on break. Lizzie had finished all her scenes afew days before so it wouldn’t be long before you would be able to spend a long cozy Christmas with her, not having to worry about work.

Just before you left, Lizzie had reminded you to take a coat but you had shrugged it off, insisting that a hoodie would suffice. Well, unfortunately for you, shortly after arriving on set, the once clear weather had taken a sudden change for the worst, a downpour of cold rain lashed down upon you. It didn’t help that your character wore thin clothes plus the fact that most of your scenes had to be shot outside but still, filming took priority, it was your job after all.

Now Lizzie knew you would come down with something. She had heard it in your voice after you’d called her on the first night, plus you always did after getting stuck in such horrendous weather. Which is why when you stood shivering just inside of the door, eyes tired and glassy accompanied by a nose red, she knew you were in for a rough few days.

Deep down you knew it too, which is why you didn’t put up a fight when Lizzie wrapped a comforting arm around your waist and waked you over the sofa, sitting down first before sliding you into her lap.

“Am I allowed to say, I told you so?” She joked lightheartedly, trying to brighten your mood as you sunk into her warmth.

“No, you are not.” You whined but still you were unable to hide the hint of a smile which danced across your lips, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too Y/N.” She pulled you closer, not even flinching nor caring when you stifled two sneezes against her shoulder, to be honest, you’d tried to turn away from her but the tight hold she had on you made it hard to manoeuvre yourself quickly.

Words began to spill out of you mouth as you tried to put together an apology. But Lizzie only brought a finger to your lips, sliding you off her lap and onto the sofa as she got up.

“You don’t need to apologise, you’re sick, you cant help it. I am gonna get you some tissues though.” She said, bending down to give you a long, soft reassuring kiss before saying, “And when I get back, how about we grab a blanket, snuggle and watch some cheesy Christmas movies?”

Lizzie scooted out of the room, you weren’t sure that she’d even be able to hear you with but you still couldn’t help but smile and mumble, “That would be amazing.”

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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sick elizabeth and reader on christmas using the prompts “I told you to wear a coat.” and “I dont think chicken noodle soup counts as Christmas dinner.”

Does It Count As Christmas Dinner?

Hi! Yep this is another drabble one. I actually really loved writing this one :) hopefully you enjoy it too

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“Hhh..hhitshhiew!” You heard a couple of thick sniffles followed by a quiet, “Excuse me.”

You looked over to your right to see Lizzie swiping her fingers against the underside of her nose. There was a mumble of blessings from the surrounding people.

This Christmas, it was yours and Lizzies turn to host Christmas Dinner for your family, and so, they’d travelled down and everyone was making convosation as they sat round the large table. But it wasn’t the first time that Lizzie had sneezed that afternoon, infact had seemed rather sniffly all day.

The timer on your phone buzzed, indicating the main part of the meal was cooked, “Well, I better go and bring out the turkey. I’ll just be a moment.”

You stood up to leave, when Lizzies voice piped up, “Need a hand sweetheart?”

“That would be great, thanks,” You smiled, holding opening the diningroom door for her. Lizzie stepped out and you closed the door behind her, it wasn’t even a second later when you heard her breath hitch.

“Hhih’ttteeshoo! H’iishhiew! Hh..hep’tshhh!” Lizzie tried to muffle her loud sneezes against her elbow but it did nothing to hide the fatigue behind them.

“Goodness bless you.” You hummed as you both walked into the kitchen, “You’ve been awfully sneezy today Liz.”

“Its fine, I’m fine.” She said, pouring herself a small glass of water.

“Its not like yo-“

Your sentence was interrupted by Lizzie spluttering and coughing. Her drink seemed to irritate her throat as she coughed desperately into her arm, holding out her other to keep you at a safe distance away. A minute or so later she recollected herself and looked up to see your concerned eyes scanning over her.

“It just went down the wrong way.” Lizzie said frantically, before you even had to chance to speak.

“Its okay, you’re okay.” You pulled her into a hug, only to be slightly alarmed by just how warm she felt, “Jeez Lizzie. You’re on fire.”

Lizzie mumbled something incoherent as you pressed the back of your palm to her head, brows furrowing as warmth met your hand.

“I told you to wear a coat.” You sighed and looked at her with sympathy, “I should’ve realised sooner.“

“I- Hh’heptshieew! I didn’t want to ruin our dinner, especially since your family is here and we’re meant to be the hosts, but I didn’t feel good this morning and-“ You cut Lizzie off from her panicked ramblings.

“Hey. Lizzie, look at me. Its okay, everything will be okay. Now I need you to go and lay down, sofa or bed, its up to you. I’m gonna take this food out to my family and then I’ll come and make you some soup, unless you’d prefer a plate of food?” You instructed, leaving her to think about what she’d rather eat.

In all honesty, she didn’t really have much of an appetite but still couldn’t help look up at you with her glassy eyes and say, “I don’t think chicken noodle soup counts as Christmas dinner.”

“Christmas dinner is whatever you make it, now go and lay down. I’ll come out as soon as I’ve served this.” You picked up the turkey, which was slightly less warm then you would’ve preferred but it didn’t matter. All you had to do now was wait for them to finish before spending the rest of your Christmas cuddled up with your wife.

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Premiere Problems

This is just a little drabble I thought of after watching the premiere of MoM. Enjoy ;)

Lets not mention the amount of spelling/grammar errors in this. I haven’t checked this at all :p

(Btw Im still doing requests so keep sending those in!) ((ALSO my DM’s are working again!))

Summary: You and Lizzie are at the premiere of your new movie but it seems that somebody seems to be feeling a little less then well.

Wordcount:819

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“Ready sweetie?” Lizzie asked you as she took your hand in her own, smiling brightly with excitement.

“Ready.” You replied, trying your best to match her energy.

You are lizzie were currently at the world premiere for the new movie which you both starred in. It had taken a lot of hard work to get this movie ready but it was going to be well worth the effort. The world seemed to count down the days leading up to the premiere, everybody anxiously waiting for the official release.

There was a slight problem though. That morning you had woken up with a sore throat and a slight runny nose. Lizzie had quickly caught on to your slight discomfort but you brushed off her concerns, blaming your symptoms on “allergies” despite the fact it was that it was almost December. You continued to assure you her were fine throughout the day as you stifled numerous sniffles and sneezes. But you did admit it was becoming increasingly harder and harder to pass of your symptoms as allergies as the ache behind your eyes increased as the hours draped by.

Quickly scrubbing at your nose with your spare hand, you had successfully managed to stave off another small tickle. It was then that both you and Lizzie were given the cue to go out and make your way down the red carpet.

There was a loud cheer of voices as the pair of you stepped out onto the carpet. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the hundreds of flashing cameras and lights. The enthusiastic roaring of the crowd was giving you an adrenaline boost, but the bright light from all of the cameras seemed to have irritated your senses, the small tickle from earlier returning with a fiery vengeance. Luckily you had just enough time to duck your head into your elbow before sneezing twice.

“Hh.huh-tsoo! Hh-h’tichiew! Whew, excuse me!”

Lizzie turned to look at you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek as she murmured, “Bless you beautiful, allergies still acting up?” She asked, a hint of worry present in her tone.

“I’ll be okay, we just need to- Hh.. hHeh’ESCHIEW!” You weren’t given much warning as you sneezed a third time, rather loudly too. You felt your face burn red as blushed, hearing the rippled of ‘bless you’s’ come from the surrounding media.

You felt the soft pull of Liz’s hand and you followed her as she lead you behind one of the huge posters, blocking you from the public view.

“Your not okay, are you?” She asked rhetorically, “You only sneeze like that when-“ The realisation hit her and she instantly raised her palm to your forehead, gasping slightly as she felt the clamminess beneath it, “Oh darling.” She mumbled as you leant into her soothing touch.

“The press is going to have a field day with this…” You muttered, unable to mask the tiredness in your voice, sighing as you moved your head away from your girlfriend to muffle a damp cough into your upper-arm.

Lizzie took a deep breath. As much as she wanted to help you, there wasn’t much she could do at the moment. The premiere was due to last all night, plus there was no chance that you’d get home before midnight. Whenever you got sick it you always seemed to grow worst as the day progressed as if today was anything to go by, she knew that you’d start feeling a lot worst as the hours went by. All she longed to do was to go home and take care of you, showering you in love and attention.

“Hi’tshhhh!” Your stifled sneeze seemed to interrupt Lizzie’s racing mind as she blessed you.

“You shouldn’t hold them in like that. Its not good for you.” She chided lightly. Lizzie’s concern was evident as she glanced you over, her worries multiplying as she saw your glassed-over eyes and the redness which was beginning to show around your nose. “Im sorry that you have to do this.” She mumbled, cupping your warm face in her hand.

You repeated the intimate moment back to her, “Don’t apologise, we both deserve to enjoy ourselves, lets just make the most of it.” You punctuated your sentence with a slight sniffle as you took her hand and the pair of you prepared to step back out onto the carpet.

Lizzie was about to walk out when she felt you pull her back slightly. She was confused for a moment but realised why when she saw the way your eyelashes were fluttering combined with the hitching of your breath.

“Heh-h’tschiew! Huh’tschoo! Hh’ttschoo!”

She made a quiet sympathetic noise and kissed your cheek as she whispered a soft,“Bless you, bless you.”

“Thanks.” You flashed her a weary smile before clearing your throat and confidently retaking her hand, “Ready?” You asked, kissing her hand as it interlocked with yours.

“Ready.”

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Hey could you do ❄️,🤧&🎄with sick Lizzie

❄️ Sickie getting chills

🔇Sickie is losing their voice

🎄Sick on Christmas

Thanks for the request! Here you go :)

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Another damp set of sniffles came from your fiancée who was cuddling into your side. She was wearing one of your oversized hoodies, her face flushed and her nose painted with a sickly redness.

By some rotten luck Lizzie had woken up that snowy morning with a horrible cold settling in her sinus's. The original plan was to wake up, open presents them travel down to your in-laws for a family Christmas dinner. However, with Lizzie being sick the pair of you decided it would be better to stay in instead. After an apologetic phone call, yourself and Lizzie grabbed a blanket and huddled on the sofa.

You felt Lizzies body wrack against you as another set of chills ran through her body. Poor baby. You held her tight as she nestled into you, desperate for your warmth. Her body shifted in positions and you heard the small stuffy hitching of her breath.

“Hi’hischiew! Hih'ishu!”

“Bless you sweetie.” You cooed only to be cut off by Lizzie weakly holding up a hand, indicating she had something to say.

“I-I’m not.. Hih.. Finis- Hheh-hitssschiew! Hhetchiew!” Lizzie sniffled frantically against the sleeve of the borrowed hoodie.

“Oh, bless you! Honey I’m gonna get you some tissues.” You went to move when you felt Lizzie move further into you.

“Dod't go... Id's cold.” She whined, congestion slurring her words.

“Are you feeling worse? You sound even stuffier then earlier.” You sighed sympathetically, gently massaging her scalp through her fever-soaked hair.

“I’ll be fide.” Lizzie tried to assure you, closing her eyes as she rested against you.

“I know you’ll be fine sweetheart. It just sucks that you're feeling so sick. Can I get you anything?” You kindly offered.

Lizzie sniffled thickly for a moment, cleared her throat and quietly whispered, “I just need you to lay with me.”

You smiled down at her, “Fine by me sweetheart.”

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bloomingflowersthings · 1 year

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The show must go on

Pairings: Sick!Elizabeth Olsen X Actress!Reader

Summary: Working as an actress meant having a super busy routine and almost no time to take care of yourself. How does that work out when your girlfriend gets sick?

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Being an actress was not that easy. Between shooting scenes, attending to meetings, fitting costumes and participating on interviews, you barely had time to spend with your girlfriend, Elizabeth, who was also an actress.

Even though you were both casted on the same movie, you were barely seeing eachother the last few days. You would only see Liz when it was time to sleep, and both of you were too exhausted to engage in a conversation.

However today was meant to be different.

The whole cast was going to shoot a big fight scene, so you were going to see Lizzie, even though you were working.

Waking up in your shared trailer, your girlfriend had already left to an interview as usual. You got ready for the day an headed towards the kitchen. Lizzie would always leave some breakfast for you, nothing too fancy, usually some toast and coffee, you both liked to keep it simple in the mornings and she always made it with love.

Sitting at the table she had prepared some toast, strawberries and….tea? it was highly unusual for her to drink tea, you didn’t even know you had it in your cupboards. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, you finished eating and headed to set.

Entering the ser you encountered your co-star, Scarlett, who had just finished getting her makeup done.

“Hey Scar!! you look great!!”

“Y/N!! thank you so much!! I hope my makeup isn’t totally ruined when Lizzie beats me up on screen” She said, chuckling slightly afterwards.

“Speaking of Lizzie, have you seen her today? she’s the only one who’s late.” You said, worry lingering at your voice. It was highly unusual for her to be late to set since she always liked to rehearse her lines with you.

“From what I heard, her interview is running a little late” She answered, matter of factly. “But don’t worry about it too much, It happens sometimes.” Scarlett added, after seeing how worried your expression was.

You agreed and got ready to get in character, dressing your suit and heading to get your makeup done. You had your eyes closed when you heard Lizzie entering the room.

“Sorry I got late, we kept having to redo some parts of the interview.” You overheard her talking to the team. There was something….off about her voice. It was lacking its soft tone. It sounder raspy and kind of congested.

“You ready to get your makeup done?” One of the members of the makeup team asked

“Yeah, sure, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

You still had your eyes closed, but your chair was right next to the bathroom and you recognized her footsteps heading towards you. As she passed through you she gave you a quick kiss, as usual. And you couldn’t help but smile. The unusual part of it was that she gave you a kiss on the cheek, rather than on the lips, that was curious.

Since your seat was so close to where she was, you could hear her sniffing and blowing her nose. Lizzie did have spring allergies, but it was october so they shouldn’t be bothering her. Apparently your thoughts triggered a physical reaction on you, because your makeup artist called you out: “don’t crinkle your eyebrows!” she said, as she gave a light, playful slap on your arm.

Done with her business, Lizzie entered the room again to get her makeup done, finally you had your eyes open and you winked at her as she took a seat next to you. As she started getting her makeup ready, your hairdresser was already styling your hair.

Glancing at her, you noticed how tired she looked. Having closed her eyes, there were bags under her eyes, she was pale and her nose was red. she almost looked…sick?

Interrupting your thoughts she raised an open hand to her makeup artist, signaling her to stop.

“Hhup’tshhiew! Hh’iishiew! oh! ‘scuse me!”

Everyone near you blessed her and she was quickly back to her makeup. You both got ready quickly and got in costume. Waiting to be called to the set, you sat on the common room couch, rehearsing your lines, until her nose started twitching…

“Hh’ishiew! Hheh’tktoo! Hih’tiishiew!” she sneezed down her elbow, sniffling slightly afterwards.

“Do you need a tissue baby?” You whispered to her, pure sympathy clear in your words.

Lizzie nodded shyly and you headed to the bathroom to get her some tissues. She blew her nose quietly and you noticed she was quite congested.

“Lizzie, are you feeling alright?” you asked, concern slipping on your features.

She sighed, “I think i’m coming down with something.”

“I think so too sweetie.”

The speakers called the whole cast to get on set and you couldn’t help the worry that consumed your thoughts. Today was the longest scene you had to record yet. Full of lines and action. Maybe your girlfriend should ask for a day off but you knew she would never agree on that.

Everyone got to their marks and the shooting started. Everything was doing smoothly. With Lizzie stifling coughs and sneezes discretely whenever she wasn’t on camera. If it continued like that, you knew she would have a headache pretty soon, but you also understood that she couldn’t just sneeze in the middle of a scene. You just wish you could take her home and take care of her.

After the shooting was done she looked exhausted. But everyone was finished for the day and you could finally care for her properly. As she walked over you, something was noticeable. “Your cheeks are flushed, love.” You said, honestly. “I really don’t feel good, Y/N- H’tsschoo! Hhup’tshiew!” she sneezed tightly on her elbow. “Aww baby, bless you, you feel a little too warm for my liking, C’mon, let’s take you home, I’m gonna take care of you.”

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