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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 25

Prompt: “This isn’t how we planned to spend Christmas, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Pairing: Sick Lizzie Olsen x Reader

Wordcount: 1575

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It was just after 3:30am when you had been woken up to an empty bed, the mattress devoid of the warmth which usually came from your loving wife when she slept beside you.

“Baby?” You mumbled sleepily, rolling onto the empty side of the bed. Confused, you leaned over and switched on the small lamp which sat on your beside table, gently illuminating the dark room with an orange glow.

It was then that you had heard a loud noise coming from downstairs and your head instantly snapped towards the door. Shrugging, you got up from your bed, shuddering as your body lost the warmth from the bed so you stopped to pull on a thick hoodie before tiptoeing downstairs.

The first you noticed was her clothes. Lizzie was currently laying across the sofa, her shivering body only covered by a thin pair of shorts and vest-top. You didn’t know what to say, you had so many questions. However most of which were answered mere seconds later when Lizzie began to cough loudly against her wrist, the harsh sound making you cringe internally at her discomfort.

“Sweetheart?” You whispered, not missing how Lizzie jumped slightly at your voice. It was clear she hadn’t heard you come downstairs.

“Im sorry. Did I wake you up?” Her usual voice had been overcome with a rough, husky mask and she looked up from where she was lay to meet your eyes, dark circles settling beneath hers.

“No baby, its okay. How come your down here, why arnt you up in bed?” You asked, coming to sit on the sofa she was lay on, helping her sit up so she could lean against you.

Lizzie coughed again as she shuffled up beside you, “I didn’t feel well, my throats been sore all day. I didn’t want to wake you up by accident so I came down here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed with worry at her statement, especially when you felt her begin to fall asleep against you. In contrast to the harsh icy weather outside, Lizzie was burning. Small beads of sweat dappled the edges of her forehead, as her temperature rose. Her head felt fuzzy yet heavy as she tried to keep herself awake.Raising a hand, you pressed the back of your hand to her forehead, sighing as you felt the heat radiating from her, “You’re feverish, poor baby.”

“Mm too hot.”

“I know Lizzie, we have some of those fever patches in the bathroom, the ones that cool you down. I’ll get you one soon, okay?”

“You don’t have too.” She sniffled, scrubbing her nose with her hand before giving in to the twitching feeling, “Eiishiew!” Her sneeze caused her messy hair to fall infront of her face, making her give an irritated whine.

“You should’ve just come up to bed darling.” You sympathised as you slowly fixed her hair, taking the scrunchie from your own hair and used it to tie hers gently up into a loose bun, “That should feel abit better, hm?”

“I didn’t want to keep you up. You’ve worked so hard all day to tidy the house, you deserve to rest abit.” Lizzie argued weakly, but didn’t protest further as you slid you hands beneath her, pulling her up towards your chest before carrying her towards your room. You made sure to be gentle as you rested her down onto the mattress, kissing her cheek before disappearing into the bathroom to grab the earlier-promised fever patch.

“You’re too good for me.” Lizzie mumbled as she left, allowing her heavy head sink into the pillows before being overcome by the deep need to sleep.

By the time you’d come back, she was asleep, her mouth slightly open as she struggled to breath from her stuffed up nose. You hesitated for a second, admiring the fact that even while sick Lizzie could look adorable before taking the fever-patch and letting it rest across her forehead, hoping the coolness would provide her with some comfort, even while she slept.

Luckily for both of you, the pair of you had managed to get a decent chunk of sleep before Lizzie woke up again and while it wasn’t her fault, the sound of her rattling coughs had woken you too.

“I woke you again, didn’t I?” Lizzie sniffled, her voice frail as you yawned beside her, sitting up to rest against the headboard of the bed.

“Its okay,” You glanced over to the alarm clock on your nightstand, “Its almost 10 ‘o’ clock anyway, I didn’t get chance to say it earlier so Happy Christmas sweetie.”

“Happy Christmas Y/N.” Lizzie smiled for the first time that morning, smiling wider when you pulled her towards you and pressed a loving kiss to her lips. You two shared the tender moment together, you could’ve held her like that forever. But suddenly Lizzie jolted and forced herself to sit upright, “Shit!”

“Whats wrong?” You asked, not used to hearing your wife swear.

Lizzie sniffled and looked over to her phone, her eyes scanning over the many texts which lit up her notifications, “We were meant to go to my parents, weren’t we? We said we’d be there at 9 sharp.”

Shit. In the whole ordeal you’d entirely forgotten that you had made plans to spend the day with Lizzie’s family. But as you looked over your sniffling wife, you honestly weren’t too sure if she’d be up to it. Especially when she frantically reached over and scrambled to grab a handful of tissues.

“Eeshiew! Hh’iiishoo!”

“Bless you sweetie, but I don’t think we should go to your parents’.” You admitted, your heart aching as Lizzie’s face dropped in disappointment, “You’re way too sick baby, they’ll understand. Plus, you wouldn’t want to make them ill too.”

Much to your surprise, after some silent consideration she agreed. And 20 minutes later, after a very apologetic phone call, everything had been agreed and sorted.

“I hate cancelling on people so much.” She whined after you’d put down the phone, sniffling as she cuddled into your side.

“It’s okay baby, your family said they understand.” You tried to comfort her, noticing that the fever-patch you’d applied to her forehead had slipped off slightly so you carefully removed it, it had past its usefulness anyway, “How are you feeling?”

“Not good.”

“Worst then earlier?” You asked and she nodded, leading you to give a small sympathetic pout as she coughed into her elbow before shivering slightly, “You getting the chills now?”

Again she nodded and in response, you slipped out of the bed and headed over to your closet to grab a blanket. While trying to decide which blanket to use, your eyes caught sight of the small wrapped box sat discreetly behind a book on one of the shelves. Most of your presents had been packed into the car, ready to be opened at her family’s house but not this one. This one was special. You smiled to yourself, a big wide grin as you slipped the box into the pocket of your hoodie before grabbing a fluffy grey blanket.

“This should help.” You grinned, unable to keep a blank face as you draped it over your duvet, tucking in the sides to next to Lizzie.

“Why are you so smiley?” Lizzie asked, picking up on your change in attitude, “Oh god, what’ve you broken?”

You feigned an offended gasp, “I haven’t broken anything, thank you very much.” You rolled your eyes as you sat back down on the sat beside her, prompting her to sit up a little, “I have one of your presents, I thought you’d like to open it.”

Lizzie’s fever flushed face lit up in surprise as you produced the small box from your pocket, handing it to her. With newfound child-like excitement Lizzie removed the wrapping paper and found a pristine white box. Inside sat a necklace. A beautiful silver necklace with a gorgeous heart trinket. Engraved on the heart were both of your initials along with the date you had gotten married. It was perfect.

“O- oh baby.” Lizzie cried, small tears of happiness began rolling down her cheeks as she pulled you into a tight hug, “Its so beautiful.”

You smiled again, that same wide grin as you helped her put it on, carefully sealing the clasp as she wore it, “It suits you.”

Lizzie sniffed, her tears prompting her nose to run again, “Its amazing. I love it so much, I love you much.”

“Im glad you like it sweetie, I love you too.”

“Its amazing. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” She spoke, letting you shower her with kisses again, “Im really sorry, your main present is at my parents house, I didn’t want you too see it.” She sobbed again, feeling slightly guilty that she didn’t have much on-hand to give you.

“Oh my sweet darling, that’s completely fine, everythings going to be okay” Your voice whispered into her neck, covering it in tender kisses, “This isn’t exactly how we planned to spend Christmas, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Are you sure?” Lizzie asked, before turning away to muffle a damp cough into the blanket, “You’re not mad?”

“Of course Im not mad silly.” You cooed, “Now if you’re feeling up too it, we can take these blankets, go downstairs and cuddle on the sofa, maybe watch afew Christmas movies if you’re feeling well enough.”

“Y/N, darling?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“That honestly sounds perfect.”

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thenexusofsouls · 3 years

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Is it true Elizabeth Olsen was actually raped in real life in Martha Marcy May Marlene???

{i am the caretaker of souls} No, not at all! Actually, the actor who played Patrick was very concerned about Lizzie’s mindset and well-being not just during the rape scenes but during many of the scenes where his character was supposed to intimidate or otherwise abuse hers. He would often ask her before, after, and in between takes if she was alright and make sure everything was okay on her end. I saw interviews with him in which he praised Lizzie for not only her acting skill but also her level of maturity in handling those very difficult scenes, and it sounded as if he had a lot of respect for her. If you want to know how things were on set between them from their own lips, I would suggest watching some of the interviews with Lizzie and Patrick’s actor (John Hawkes). There are several interviews where they discuss the more difficult aspects of the movie and some of the heavier scenes that you can find on YouTube.

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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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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sick!liz x reader where they spend a day at the pool. after showering, stubborn lizzie refuses to blowdry her hair before going to bed. she quickly regrets that decision when she wakes up in the middle of the night sneezing and coughing nonstop

Goodnight, My Love

Heyyy, this has been sitting patiently in my inbox for faaaar too long, so here it is ;)

Summary: You told your girlfriend that she should’ve dried her hair, did she listen? No. Did she regret it? Yes.

Wordcount:1510

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“The shower’s ready for you.” Lizzie said as she came out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped snugly around her.

You smiled as you thanked her, taking a minute to admire her figure as she began to slowly dry herself before making your way into the bathroom.

Hot steam had filled the room and you felt a feeling of relaxation fade over you as you entered the room. You took of your clothes and stepped into the running shower, the hot water falling gracefully over your body, instantly relieving you from the aches in your muscles.

Earlier on that day both yourself and Lizzie had gone swimming in your pool together. It was been really fun too! Time had flown by in seconds, you’d only realised how late it had gotten once you both saw the sky become a beautiful ombré of orange and pink as the sun began to set.

You felt yourself begin to grin as you remembered the days events, you always loved spending the day with Lizzie. You let yourself soak up the heat of the water for another minute before washing your hair and body, making sure that there was no traces of chlorine left on your skin.

10 minutes later you were all fresh and clean, stepping out of the shower, you grabbed the fuzzy towel which Lizzie had left on the radiator for you. Slipping on your slippers you padded back out into your bedroom, feeling a flustered your cheeks at the sight of Lizzie sitting upright in bed, there were a pair of reading glasses sitting cutely over her nose while she wore one of your loose tshirts. In her hands she held a small book as her hair hung in wet stands beside her head, God she looked beautiful.

“Hey baby.” You smiled, walking over towards your desk, sitting down as you took the cord of your hairdryer and plugged it into the outlet.

“Hey,” She replied, looking up from her book, “How was your shower sweetie?”

“It was great, thank you for leaving the towel on the radiator, it feels amazing.” You said, turning on the machine in your hand, the hot wind beginning to dry your hair. Pulling a brush through your damp hair, you were sure to dry every part of it and 5 minutes later you found yourself pulling your hair into a loose bun.

“What about yours, you drying your hair too?” You asked curiously as you finished drying yourself off, the majority of your body had dried from the towel just being wrapped around you alone.

“No, it’ll be fine.” Came her reply, as she glanced up to watch you change into a pair of grey silky pyjamas.

“I can dry it for you if you’re too tired?” You offered kindly as you threw your towel into the laundry basket at the opposite site of your room, neatly landing it in.

“Its okay, but thank you.” She flashed you a genuine smile and you could see the small twinkle in her eyes sparkle as you climbed into bed beside her.

“You sure? Going to bed with wet hair is meant to be bad for you.” You pondered as Lizzie shrugged.

“It’ll be fine, nothings ever happened before.” She said, turning the page of her book.

You dropped the matter. Lizzie was old enough to make her own decisions afterall, instead you asked, “That book any good?”

Lizzie lifted her arm and wrapped it around your shoulders as you cuddled into her, “Its pretty good so far.” She softly replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “You should head to sleep my love, that swimming looks like its tired you out.”

You gave in to the urge to yawn as Lizzie closed her book, placing it neatly atop of her nightstand, “You sleeping too?” You replied, already knowing the answer. Lizzie gave you a nod as she clicked the small lamp, turning the light off.

A gentle, comforting darkness swallowed the room as both yourself and Lizzie snuggled down into the sheets, not minding the wet hair running down her neck.

“Goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight.”

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You didn’t exactly know what had woken you at first as you slowly awoke from your sleep. Peering through the swaying curtains, you sighed realising you’d left the window open. Catching glimpses of the outside world you quickly realised that it was still dark outside, pitch black infact.

Reaching over, you grabbed your phone from your nightstand, clicking it on. The bright light from the screen forcing you to squint your eyes as you made out the time displayed on it, 2:31 AM.

A sudden sound made you jump, causing you to drop your phone onto yourself. A deep, chesty, congested-sounding cough rattles out from the woman beside you. Oh. So that’s why you’d woken up.

It was only then that you’d notice the quiet raspy crackling which came from her chest as she breathed heavily.

You were about to speak up and ask her if she was okay when you felt her muscles go suddenly tense against your back.

“Hhh’uSHH!” Lizzie stifled a sneeze, you felt yourself instantly coil with concern at the sound. A wet, exhausted sound, a sound only heard when either of you were sick.

You rolled over to face her, she had her back to you and hadn’t spoken a word, “Bless you.”

It was then that she turned to lay on her back, shuffling upwards so she was slightly upright, “Im sorry baby, did I wake you up?” She croaked, giving a thick sniffle afterwards, her voice breaking on certain words as the raspy words left her throat.

“No.” You fibbed, sitting yourself up beside her as she spluttered off into another set of coughs and you felt the concern in the pit of your stomach grow, “You don’t sound very well at all, my love.”

“Im okay.” She tried to assure you as she finally finished coughing, “Just something in my throat.” Her argument was weak but you couldn’t help but be astonished at her blatant denial.

Lizzie sniffled as her breath caught on her words, “You shou- hH- probably- H- go back -hH- to sleep.” Her nose twitched as she fought off the itching tickle.

You hummed and carefully reached over her to tap on her lamp, the dim light softly illuminated the room, seeing Lizzie’s flushed cheeks and glossy eyes you couldn’t help but give her a sympathetic pout, “Baby yo-“

“Hh’iTSHHUUEW!” Lizzie suddenly snapped forwards as she sneezed into her palm, the fluttering of her eyes told you she wasn’t quite finished, “Hhh-hh’ITSHHIEW! HUP’TSHHHEW!”

“Oh my sweet babygirl, bless you!” You exclaimed as Lizzie’s absurdly loud sneezes came.

It took you a second to notice that she hadn’t removed her palm from its position cupped firmly against her face, her eyes widening behind her hand. You looked at her with uncertain expression before realising what she needed. You hopped up from the bed and jogged to the bathroom, quickly returning with the box of tissues you kept in there. With an understanding nod, you wordlessly placed the box in front of her, turning around to give her some privacy.

You heard the sound of Lizzie blowing her nose before she spoke up again, “Im so sorry that was disgustingly gross.” You could hear the embarrassment entangled within her voice.

“Oh no baby.” You said reassuringly, climbing back into bed beside her, “Nothing was gross, its okay. It happens sometimes, you’re okay sweetie.”

Lizzie sniffled as you kept pressing gentle kisses to her head, she felt herself sink into you, letting her arm fall over you as she cuddled into your embrace, “I felt fine earlier…” Her raspy voice whimpered as she turned her head away to muffle another series of damp congested coughs into the covers.

You slipped your hand around and began rubbing her back, you wanted to say ‘I told you so’ but it didn’t seem appropriate, “I think its because you went to sleep with your hair all wet, plus, that window was left open so its been cold in here all night.” You said, reminding yourself to gently hold your hand against her forehead, “You’re a little too warm, do you want me to get you some medicine?” You asked, feeling Lizzie shake her head a moment later.

“I just want to go back to sleep.” She sniffled before taking another tissue to blow her running nose, “You should go back to sleep too sweetie.” She added, resting her head against your chest.

“That sounds good to me baby, I do want you to take something for this though if your still feeling like this when we wake up.” You said as you got comfortable and settled your head down on your pillow.

It wasn’t long before you heard small congested snores arise from your sleeping girlfriend. You felt yourself sigh as you pressed a final kiss to her feverish forehead, a silent vow that you would keep her safe as she slept.

“Goodnight, my love.”

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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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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