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When It Rains, It Pours
〚 Notes - Hey! So this was actually a collab with @lots-of-pockets ! We worked together to write this so hopefully you enjoy! This was definitely a new experience and it was a lot of fun too, theres a chance for a pt2 if anybody would wanna see that! 〛
〚 Summary- Lizzie had stormed out of the house and straight into the pouring rain of the ongoing downpour...that really couldn’t have been good for her health. Luckily she had you there to take care of her. 〛
〚 Wordcount - 2700 〛
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As the rain battered loudly against the windows, you knew something was wrong. Lizzie had been quiet all evening, barely touching her dinner and avoiding eye contact with you for the whole of your meal despite you trying to engage her in conversation whilst simultaneously trying to figure out what was wrong - because something definitely was.
Then you made your mistake. It was one snide comment. Something so trivial. Any other day she would’ve smirked and thrown back a witty come back right back towards you…but not this time.
Instead she suddenly stood up, “No, absolutely not. Fuck this.” She hissed, her eyes burning daggers into you as she accidentally over her glass before marching straight towards out of the kitchen and towards the entrance to your home. Without another word, she flung open the main door and stormed out into the pouring rain outside, not bothering to stop and grab her coat before slamming the door closed behind her with a heavy thud.
“What the f-“ A loud crack of thunder had interrupted your curse as the bright flash of lightning briefly illuminated the dark sky outside before the already heavy rain began to violently beat down against the windows.
You found yourself cursing again, this time for another reason. Lizzie can’t be outside in that weather. There were a million reasons but most of all, it just wasn’t safe, especially not when you’d had severe weather warnings all week long. Without a second thought, you rushed to grab your coat and car keys before hurrying outside to go find your wife.
The heavy rain on the windshield of your car obscures your vision despite the window wipers going at full speed. You could barely see two foot in front of you, and you’d lost count of just how many times you’ve had to quickly slam your foot onto the break to prevent an accident.
Half an hour had passed since your wife had stormed out of the house, and despite your best efforts, you were no closer to finding her than you were when you'd first started.
Your concern had now grown to the point of being almost frantic, and despite your best efforts to blink them away, salty tears had begun to steadily stream down your cheeks.
Where in the heck was she?
Deciding you'd have better luck on foot, you pull your car off to the side of the road before climbing out. You were almost immediately soaked by the torrential downpour, and your mind instantly drifts back to Lizzie. She'd been out in the rain a lot longer than you had, so you could only imagine what state she'd be in when you find her.
Almost like God himself had heard your silent prayer, the familiar green of the hoodie she had put on this morning catches your eye from a few hundred years away. Her small figure seemed to be slumped defeatedly beneath a tree, and you blindly grab her coat from the passenger seat before quickly making your way over to her.
"Oh honey," you murmur once you get close enough. She was absolutely soaked to the bone; clothing saturated, hair plastered to either side of her face and her bottom lip visibly trembling.
Lizzie looks up at you, eyes shiny with what you could only assume were unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't..." She trails off, seemingly insure on what she could say to make the situation better, and you shook your head dismissively as you crouched down and place the thick coat over her shoulders.
She seemed to instinctively curl into the warmth, allowing you reach forward and brush a soaked strand of hair out of her face.
"Let's go home, okay?" You murmured as you trailed the pad of your thumb over the wet skin, and Lizzie could only nod.
You stood up and hold out your hand for her to take. Lizzie seemed to hesitate for a moment before placing her small hand in yours, and you gently tugged her up to her feet. She leant heavily against you as you begin to walk back to the car, and you wrap an arm around her waist to steady her, not wanting her to slip on the muddy grass.
The journey back to your house is silent, the only sounds being the seemingly endless supply of raindrops hitting against the windshield along with the soft sniffles coming from your wife in the passenger seat. You're not entirely sure what had caused her to react so strongly earlier, but you know that you need to give her the space and time she needs to work through it. The last thing you wanted to do was to make things worse.
As you pull into your driveway, you turn off the car's engine and sit in silence for a few moments. Lizzie is still leaning against you the window, and you can see her still trembling slightly.
"Come on," you say softly, giving her a gentle nudge so she’d look up and realise that you were home, "Let's get inside and dry off. This weather’s nasty."
Lizzie nodded wordlessly, and you both make your way inside the house. As soon as you're through the door, you headed straight to the bathroom, where you start running a warm bath for her.
"Here," you said, passing Lizzie a towel. "Get out of those wet clothes, and I'll bring you something dry to wear."
Lizzie nodded again, taking the towel from you and disappearing into the bathroom. You could hear the sound of running water as you headed to the bedroom to find some dry clothes for her.
When you return to the bathroom, Lizzie is already in the bath, the warm water enveloping her. She looks up as you enter, and for a moment, you both just stare at each other.
"I'm sorry," Lizzie said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay," you reply, sitting down on the edge of the bath. As you sat beside her, you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for your snide remark earlier. You had no idea what was going on with her, and you should have been more supportive instead of adding to her stress.
But you also couldn’t have known how she was feeling due to the fact she’d refused to talk to you, so you knew neither one of you were solely to blame.
“What happened?” You ask, making your voice as unaccusing as possible.
Lizzie sighs as she lays her head against the back of the tub. “It was nothing. Not really. I was just having a bad day. A build up of lots of things, you know?” She tentatively flickers her eyes over at you, and you find yourself nodding in understanding. You reach out and grab her hand that had been resting on the side on the tub, allowing her fingers to tangle with her own.
“I’m sorry if my comment made it worse. I didn’t mean to do that.” You apologise, and Lizzie nods appreciatively as she sits up. When she holds out her other hand, you lean closer and allow her to cup your cheek. She trails the pad of her thumb over the skin before lightly tugging you forward, and you couldn’t help but smile when she places her lips against your own.
You allowed it to linger for a little while before pulling away, the corners of your lips quirked up into an endearing grin. “You’re cute. Want me to wash your hair?”
Lizzie lets out a content sigh as she nods her head, and you watch as she skinks back into the water to wet her hair before reaching for the shampoo. A comfortable silence falls upon you as you work on washing her hair, your finger tips grazing soothingly over her scalp. Lizzie hums contently at the action, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound as you press a chaste kiss to her forehead before grabbing the shower head.
Soon, you were both tucked up in bed, Lizzie’s smaller frame curled up against your own. You could feel her soft breath hitting your neck as she slowly succumbs to sleep. Although today had been rough, you were glad to end it like this. Tucked up in bed with your favourite person in the whole entire world.
You’d slept well that night and had woken up with Lizzie still curled into up into you – that was always a lovely thing to wake up too and it had started your morning perfectly As you slowly opened up your eyes fully, you noticed that the bedroom was being dimly lit by the soft glow of the morning sun peeking through the blinds, the previous night’s storm having blown over leaving behind a calm, blue sky in its place. Your gaze then travelled over down to your Lizzie again as she lay curled up, buried deep under the covers. She was adorable... But it was as you were admiring how cute she looked in that moment when you noticed how she was breathing heavier than usual, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm.
Concerned, you gently placed your hand on her forehead and immediately felt the heat radiating from her skin, unfortunately it seemed the action had stirred her a little as she groaned groggily as she began to slowly wake up.
You didn’t even have time to voice your concerns before Lizzie’s head was suddenly ducking forward into your chest with two sudden sneezes, “EiiTSHHHu! Hhih- Hih-! HiiTSHHIEW!”
“Goodness, that’s a new way of saying goodmorning,” You chuckled, pretending not to notice Lizzie rubbing her nose against your shirt – in her defence, the poor woman was barely awake, her eyes were still shut slightly as she tried to wake up properly. She was really the cutest person in the world and even the fact that she'd just sneezed on you and rubbed it all over you didn't change that. “Bless you, by the way.”
Lizzie let out a soft groan as she shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable again. You could tell that she was feeling miserable, her body shivering slightly despite the warmth of the blankets. She groaned again and snuggled deeper into your embrace, desperate for some warmth. “Thanks,” she muttered hoarsely, her voice thick with a noticeable congestion before she broke off to turn away and cough weakly against her arm, grimacing a little afterwards at the pain in her chest.
"Baby..." Lizzie sniffled as she turned back towards you and buried her face back against your chest. "I don't feel very well." She croaked, her voice awfully sounding scratchy and hoarse.
You nodded knowingly as you began to comb your fingers through her slightly tangled hair. “Yeah, the sneezes kind of gave that away,” you teased lightly, and Lizzie gave you an unimpressed look as she brung her hand up to rub at her itchy nose.
“Sorry baby,” you murmured apologetically, leaning down to press a kiss against her rather warm forehead. “Are you up some some food? I don’t really want to give you any medicine on an empty stomach.”
Before Lizzie could even begin to answer you, her breath hitched and she was stifling another sneeze into your chest, “Hitshhiew!” She let out a quiet groan knowing she was in for a long day.
“Bless you honey.” You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’ll go get you some fruit or something, okay?”
Lizzie nodded with wet sniffle, and you made a mental note to also grab her a box of tissues as you climbed out of bed and shrug on a hoodie.
The cold hit you the second your feet hit the tiled floor on the bottom of the staircase, and you shivered slightly as you head through to the kitchen. After turning on the light and washing your hands, you made quick work of preparing Lizzie some warm oatmeal, topping it with strawberries and blueberries.
Placing the bowl on a tray along with some cough medicine, Tylenol, a bottle of water and a box of tissues, you made your way back upstairs and nudged the bedroom open with your hip. Lizzie was just as you’d left her, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight as you set the tray down onto the nightstand.
“I brought you oatmeal.” You greeted her with a soft smile as you climbed back into bed and held open your arms.
Lizzie sniffles softly as she curls up against your side, “Yummy.” She murmured, voice sounding full of congestion.
You pouted softly at the sound as you reached for the oatmeal, scooping out a small spoonful and blowing on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot before holding it to her lips. She accepted it with a soft hum or content, and it told you that whatever illness she had hadn’t yet taken away her ability to taste.
“Good?” You asked, preparing another spoonful, and Lizzie nodded her head as her lips once again part. She slowly but surely made her way through half of the bowl before lightly pushing it away, and you accepted her silent implication and placed it back down.
“Alright my love, time for some medicine.”
Lizzie whinged a little, but that only made her cough harshly into her fist, “Okay fine.” She mumbled quietly after she’d finished coughing.
“Good girl, let’s open this up for you.” You smiled, running your hand through her hair then down onto her back before grabbing the bottle of cough medicine and pouring out the appropriate dose.
“Drink this for me sweetheart.” You encouraged her lightly, handing her the small cup which she brought to her lips.
Once she had swallowed the last of the medicine, you took the cup from her and smiled down at the small redhead. "Good job baby, that soothe help your cough a bit. Can you tell me how you feel though, like symptom-wise?”
She nodded, taking a second to grab a tissue to wipe against her runny nose before she began speaking, “My head feels achy and it feels really stuffy in my sinuses. My throat’s sore too and I’m keep feeling like I’m getting chills.”
“Awh, baby,” you pouted sympathetically as she described how she felt, “I think you’ve just caught yourself a head-cold. You do feel warm though, do you feel feverish?”
Lizzie sighed and seemed to think for a moment before quietly mumbling, “A little…”
Placing a tender kiss down to her forehead only confirmed her words, “Poor thing, you definitely feel a like you’re running a temperature. How about I go get a cool cloth for your head? I think we may actually have some of those fever reducing patches somewhere, the ones that go on your head.”
Lizzie sniffles softly, “That’d be nice, thank you.” She murmurs with a smile, and you return it before climbing out of bed with the intention of fetching her a fever reducing patch. After a few minutes of looking, you find them in the medicine cabinet along with all the other medications, and after grabbing one out of the box, you make your way back into the bedroom.
“Here you are baby.” You murmur, gently placing it onto her forehead. You even press a soft kiss against the top of it for good measure.
“Thank you.” Lizzie murmurs sleepily as her heavy lids close, and you give her cheek a tender touch before climbing into bed next to her. She almost instinctively curls into your side, and you wrap your arms around her before allowing your own eyes to slip closed too.
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Apparently falling asleep next to her and allowing her to breathe all over you wasn’t a good move on your part.
Because when you finally came to a few hours later, there was a familiar stuffiness growing in your head. Lizzie was still snoozing away against you, her breathing slightly hoarse, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. That smile however, was soon wiped from your face when you feel your nose begin to itch.
“Huh’htschoo!”
Oh no...
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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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Elizabeth Olsen X Fem Reader
Fluff or smut?: A mix of both
Plot: Female reader is a biker, (Not a gang member) crashes the bike one day while out on a ride. Elizabeth hears about this and meets the reader at the hospital. AU because It’d be cool to see a twist like this. Reader comes through fine with a few injuries and Elizabeth insists on reader staying with her while they recover, eventually finding out that Reader is autistic and struggles with sensory issues (Light, sound, touch and so on) Elizabeth realizes she is in love with reader and decides to make her apartment more autistic friendly so as to make reader comfortable.
AU or Canon: AU
Take It Easy | Elizabeth Olsen
Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,842
Warnings: Talk of injury, smut. 18+
Genre: Whump/comfort, fluff, smut.
AN: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!
“Y/N!” She rushed over to my bedside and took my hand gingerly, bringing it up to her face and pressing it to her cheek. “What happened?”
“Some … asshole hit me.” The look of worry in her eyes made me wonder how badly I really looked. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not ‘fine’ - you got hit by a car!”
I flinched at her voice and she took notice, her gaze softening and her body attempting to relax.
“I’m sorry, it’s just …” I heard her sniffle and I looked up into her eyes, surprised to see them glossy with unshed tears. “This could’ve ended so much worse.”
“I know,” I squeezed her hand and she smiled slightly. “But, really, I’m okay. Just shaken up.”
“I’d like to give that asshole a piece of my mind.” Her attention began to shift and I squeezed her hand again.
“Hey, stay with me, Liz. The last thing we need is you going to jail for assault.”
She returned her attention to me and sighed, nodding in agreement. She grabbed the chair next to the bed and pulled it up beside me, sitting as close as she possibly could all the while still holding my hand.
“Nothing is even broken. I’m just bruised up.”
“And you’ve got one hell of a cut on your head.”
“Do I?” I reached up with my free hand and she took hold of it, shaking her head.
“Don’t touch it. It’s covered. The doctor told me about it when I came in.”
“Oh.” I sighed, looking down at our entwined hands. “Is my head okay?”
“Your thick noggin is fine.” She chuckled softly. “You’re gonna have a nasty headache if you don’t already.”
“I don’t feel much of anything if I’m being honest.”
“It’s adrenaline. But, once it wears off …”
“Yeah, I know; a one way ticket to painsville.”
She nodded slightly, her fingers rubbing circles on the back of my hand.
“The doctor said you should stay with someone while you’re healing.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but she gave me a look of taking no bullshit and my jaw snapped shut.
“I want you to stay with me for a while.”
“I can take care of myself.” I mumbled.
“I know that, but I want to take care of you. Just until the doctor says you’re better.”
“But, there’s nothing wrong with me.” I tried to sit up and was hit with dizzying nausea, which Lizzie took notice of right away. “Okay, maybe there is.”
“Lay back down.” She pushed me down gently and I laid down without complaint, sighing in defeat. “It’ll only be for a few days. A week tops.”
I looked up at her, knowing I wasn’t going to win this no matter how hard I fought. How bad could it be staying with my best friend for a week? My best friend that I was in love with.
“Okay.” I finally gave in.
She smiled, a lone tear sliding down her cheek from the corner of her eye.
“Don’t cry.” I whispered, feeling very helpless at the moment.
“I’m not crying.” She said, sniffling softly.
“Yeah, and I’m not in a hospital bed.” I tried to joke and she let out a tearful laugh, a few more strays slipping past her eyelashes. “I’m sorry.”
“I know,” she brushed her tears away and tried to smile. “You’re just being you, it’s okay. I’m glad you’re still feeling like yourself.”
“For now.”
“For now.” She agreed. “Let’s see what tomorrow brings.”
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“Kill me.” I groaned as I lay in Lizzie’s bed, my whole body in the worst pain I’ve ever experienced.
“Yeah, I saw that coming.” She said as she entered the room with a glass of water and a bottle of pills.
She shook the bottle and I covered my ears, the noise too loud for my aching brain.
“Sorry. Here, take two.”
“Tylenol? Nothing stronger?”
“You don’t need anything stronger. You’re just being dramatic.”
“I was hit by a car.” I reminded her.
“Honey,” she placed the glass down and sat next to me on the bed. “I know you were hit by a car, but the doctor said two Tylenol every four to six hours. And we’re going to follow the doctor's orders.”
I grumbled under my breath and stuck out my hand. She tipped the bottle into my palm and let two fall out, closing and placing it next to the glass of water on the nightstand. I huffed as I took the glass, popping the pills in my mouth and washing it down with the water.
“Trust me,” she said as she sat next to me, brushing my hair out of my face gently so as to not disturb the cut on my head. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you feel better.”
“Thanks, Lizzie.” I said softly, sadly tracing imaginary patterns in the bedsheet.
“Don’t look so glum. In a few days you’ll be able to do things normally and then you’ll be going home.”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t hide my disappointment. As much as I hadn’t wanted to become a burden on her, I enjoyed staying with her.
“You wanna watch something?”
I shook my head and she sighed, taking my hand. I pulled her hand into my lap and played with her fingers, letting my mind wander as she sat and kept me company.
“We don’t have to do anything.” She said softly and I looked up at her. “We can just hang out.”
“Yeah.” I gave her a crooked smile. “I’d like that.”
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After the doctor had given me the okay to go back to my normal activities, I helped Lizzie out around the house, wanting to pull my weight. She refused at first, but I insisted, and finally she let me do the dishes and help out with dinner.
My head was much better, and the aching in my body was nearly gone. I just wanted things to go back to normal. At the same time, living a cutesy, domestic life with Lizzie was everything I dreamed it could be, and there was a selfish part of me that didn’t want this to end.
The longer I stayed with her, the more things changed around her house. I noticed that some flowers she had in the dining room were now sitting out on the balcony, the light in the hall was no longer put on, and the old, scratchy blanket was taken from my side of the couch and replaced with a soft, comfy one.
My side of the couch. I liked the sound of that. But, why had things been changing? These little things were almost unnoticeable, but I noticed because those things used to bother me before. I never would’ve said anything to Lizzie, but she seemed to pick up on my discomfort and acted on it. I couldn’t lie and say my heart didn’t swell with love for her at the thought.
“Hey, Lizzie?”
“Hm?” She hummed softly, her fingers lazily tangled in my hair.
“What happened to those flowers you had on the table?” I played dumb.
“I put them outside.”
“Why?”
“I noticed you didn’t like the smell. You’re very sensitive to smell, you know.”
I blinked a few times, trying to process what she said.
“And why don’t you use the light in the hallway any more?”
“It hurts your eyes.” She said as she played with my tousled locks.
“And -”
“Y/N.” She interrupted me, gently lifting my chin so I would look up at her. “You’re here with me, so I’m making your stay as comfortable as possible. I’m gonna change the lightbulb in the hallway so it’s not so harsh.”
“You don’t have to do that.” I mumbled softly and she smiled down at me.
“Of course I do. I want you to be happy here.”
“Thank you.” I snuggled closer to her and she pressed a kiss to the uninjured portion of my forehead.
“Of course. I love you.”
My heart stopped at her words and it was obvious she had realized what she said a little too late. You could cut the silence between us with a knife.
“Y/N …” she started and I spoke without thinking.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” She asked softly and I nodded, inching closer to her.
“Yeah.”
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine, gently at first, before growing bolder and letting her tongue clash with my own.
Oh, god, how I dreamt of this moment. She tasted like strawberries and vanilla and I couldn’t get enough of her. She pressed me into the couch and I let her take control of me, knowing for a fact that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
“Is this okay?” She asked as her fingers played with the waistband of my pants. “We can wait if you’re not ready.”
“I’ve been ready since I met you. I’ve always been in love with you.”
She smiled down at me and I raised my hips towards her, letting her pull down my pants and panties in one fell swoop. She giggled against my lips as our tongues and teeth clumsily clashed, our eager kisses becoming sloppy as her hands explored my body.
“We’ll have to take it easy.” She whispered, a mischievous look in her eye. “Which means you’re going to lay back,” she bit her lip and smiled. “And enjoy yourself.”
I blinked at her, a smile creeping across my features as she slid down my body, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to my belly as she made her way between my legs.
“You’re so pretty.” She whispered softly, her fingers parting my soaked folds so she could see every inch of me.
“Lizzie,” I whined, covering my face with my arm. “Stop it.”
“No,” she kissed me and I nearly saw stars. “You’re perfect.”
I removed my arm from my face and looked down at her, her golden locks splayed across my lower abdomen, her emerald eyes looking up at me from under her eyelashes as she sucked my clit into her eager mouth.
A slew of obscenities fell from my lips as her tongue slipped delicately inside of me, touching me in ways I never dreamed possible.
“Lizzie,” I moaned, running my fingers through her hair as she ate me out. “Oh, fuck, yeah, right there, Lizzie. Fuck.”
She brought her free hand up to meet mine, lacing our fingers together as her strong tongue continued to lap at my wetness. My hips raised towards her as the coil in my belly tightened, my legs beginning to shake as my orgasm quickly approached.
I let out a whimper, a soft sound, before crying out her name breathlessly, cumming all over her mouth and chin. She didn’t let a drop go to waste, her tongue licking and lips sucking as she cleaned up the mess I made.
“When you feel better,” she breathed, smiling up at me. “We can do so much more.”
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Come On, Sniffles
❥ Valentines Drabbles: Day 2
❥ Pairing: Sick Lizzie x Reader
❥ Wordcount: 550
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“Come on sniffles, let’s get you into bed.” You purred as you unlocked the door to your apartment, holding the door open for Lizzie to enter first, “here, let me help you with that.”
You said as you took Lizzie's jacket and hung it up on one of the nearby hooks and she murmured a hoarse "thank you” in response. It was safe to say that your night had unfolded a little differently than expected. It was initially planned that you and Lizzie would enjoy a nice dinner at a neighbourhood restaurant and visit a few bars before turning in for the night. Overall, it was supposed to be a pretty enjoyable evening. The only less than enjoyable aspect was that it appeared Lizzie was getting sick. She'd tried desperately to sit through the meal, not wanting your plans to be ruined, but it was difficult to keep her secret when she was sniffling practically every other second and her 'discreet' trips to the bathroom to go and blow her nose weren't very discreet at all.
“I'm sorry that we had to come home early.” Lizzie mumbled as you guided her inside and down the hall, to the bedroom. Her cheeks are flushed with the fever which is clearly running through her.
“No, no, don’t you worry about that sweetheart,” you said reassuringly as you ran your hand down her back, biting your lip nervously seeing the shiver it sent through her, “you don’t need to apologise for anything, you aren’t feeling well and that’s okay. A long night out wouldn’t be good for you sweetie, at least this way we can cuddle up and I can take care of you a little bit.”
You heard Lizzie give a quiet sigh of relief as she sat down onto the bed, running a finger down the around her nose as she blinks back tears of relief and gratitude, “I love you so much right now, I really appreciate you giving up your night to take care of me.”
“Sweetie, I'm not ‘giving up my night’, I want to be here to take care of you, all I care about is making you feel better, and I can do that by showering you with lots of love while you rest in bed, then so be it. I want to be right here with you.”
Lizzie's heart skips a beat. Despite her current physical predicament, she could feel her face and ears darken with a blush. That was the sweetest thing she'd heard all year. This was all a shock, but not an unpleasant one. She hadn't ever felt so taken care of before and that warm feeling of comfort only increased when you reached down into her drawers and pulled out her favourite pair of soft pyjamas.
As you finished helping her change, you made sure Lizzie is snuggly wrapped up before climbing into bed beside her, reaching out so you could run your hand through her hair, gently massaging her scalp in the way you knew she liked.
"That so feels amazing… but could you maybe cuddle me?" Her now slightly husky voice asked, her eyes looking deep into your own as you settle down beneath the covers.
“Of course I can.”
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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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Request for Lizzie x Reader where they are shooting a scene together for a movie and Lizzie is sick but doesn't want to admit it. With maybe: "Goodness, you look like your about to pass Out!" "Aw sweetie, your nose is all runny.". Thank you:)
Irresponsible? Yes. Stupid? No.
I’ve had the req for so long. Im glad I finally got round to doing it :D theres bound to be grammar mistakes in this but anyways enjoy ;)
Summary: Your wife is sick at work and refuses to go and rest. And so you’d been called down to set to convince her otherwise.
Wordcount:1366
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The loud sudden sound of a phone rang out and echoed through your trailer, slowly pulling you from your relaxed slumber. Reluctant to move at first, you annoyed groan at haven been woken up. The ringing stopped a moment later, letting silence fall back across the trailer, you shrugged and turned back over, praying that you’d be able to fall back to sleep.
Only a second later your phone rang again. This time you launched yourself up from the bed, sending your duvet flying off and with a loud huff you went off to search for your phone, mentally cursing whoever was on the other end.
Picking it up, you saw the caller ID was that of your director. You groaned, today was your day off which meant you no scenes to shoot that day, meaning there was no reason why he’d need to ring you, “Yes?” You answered with clear grumpiness.
“Hey Y/N. Sorry to call on your day off but it’s important.” You director spoke, his voice was evidently concerned, “We need you to come pick Lizzie up from Set B”
Your previous annoyed attitude slipped away at the mention of your wife, “Why? Whats going on?”
“Well, the thing is,” He paused, almost as if he had needed to watch his words, “Nevermind. Just- You’ll understand when you get here.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bedroom to change clothes, throwing on a clean pair of joggers and a tshirt. Before making your way out of the trailer and towards Set B.
On the way there you couldn’t help but wonder what the problem was and why it involved your wife. You’d both been living in the on-set trailer for about 2 months now as you filmed for the newest horror movie by Blumhouse productions and in your opinion everything had been going pretty well so far.
It didn’t take you long to wall down to the main building for Set B. You approached the door and pushed it open, letting yourself in. As you walked inside you could see both your director and Lizzie having a conversation , a conversation which neither party seemed to be enjoying.
As you got closer you heard the sound of your director’s voice, “Come on, stop being silly now, you’re only going to make it worst.” He sighed as he noticed your arrival, pointing up towards you, “Maybe you’ll listen to your wife instead.”
“Listen to me about wh-“ You began but stopped as your eyes rested on Lizzie, she looked absolutely awful, “Lizzie! Whats wrong?” You were at her side in a instant.
“Nothings wrong, I’ve said so about a hundred times.” Her voice was riddled with thick congestion, enough to make you cringe at the thought of how much discomfort she much have been in to have sounded like that.
“Oh no sweetie.” You sighed, realising why your director had called you here. Lizzie could be stubborn at the best of times but she had a tendency to get really uptight when she wasn’t feeling great.
Lizzie turned to cough and your mind began to race. How hadn’t you noticed earlier? You chided yourself for not realising anything that morning. Was she even sick that morning? What. Of course she was, nobody gets this sick this fast. You had lost yourself in your own manic thoughts, so much so that you hadn’t even noticed that Lizzie gave an irritated exhale as she began to walk away, stumbling slightly as she did.
“Goodness sweetie! You look your about to pass out.” You called after her as you came back to the present movement. Your arm coming support her tightly just above her waist.
“Don’t-“ She tried to pull away, “I nee- to- hH’iishhoo! HH’iiishiew! Hh-Hh’iptshhh!”
You could feel the force of her sneezes as she bent forwards, her hear ducked so tightly within her elbow, her whole body shook with the pressure of each one being released.
“Bless you” You said, feeling her try to pull away from your supportive hold.
“You don’t need to bless me, Im perfectly fine.” She lied, bringing her sleeve as she pressed it to her running nose.
“Lizzie you need to take the day off.” Your director said sternly, having watched the whole thing unfold.
“What I need is to finish doing my job. We’re gonna fall behi- Hh’tshhh! -Behind otherwise.” She argued back, turning to look back at him with her glassed-over eyes as she swayed woozily in place.
“No no baby.” You sighed, moving over towards her, “You’re ill.”
You saw Lizzie’s face drop further as you spoke, “I cant be sick. Im not!” She spoke bitterly, small tears ran down her cheeks as she sniffled into her sleeve.
“Baby, come here.” Your voice was soothing as you brought your hand up, wiping the tears from her cheeks before pulling her into a hug, whispering, “You’re okay. Its okay.”
You felt her let out another 2 sneezes, stifled hard against your shoulder and as she pulled away you couldn’t felt but notice just how fatigued she looked, she really did need to be in bed.
“Please, just let me finish filming for this scene, we really will fall behind otherwise.” She argued weakly, her voice becoming small as it took on an even hoarser tone.
You sighed, re-wrapping your arm into its prior position, “Everything will be okay. You’re sick Lizzie, its not your fault. You just need to come back to the trailer and climb back into bed.”
Your director gave you a nod as you began to slowly walk her towards the exit. You heard Lizzie begin to sniffle again as she stopped, letting her fall down ontop of your chest.
“But I’ve wasted everyones time otherwise! I cant be sick. I cant.” You could feel tears begin to drip down against the fabric of your shirt. It wasn’t a total surprise, whenever she’d get a fever she would usually get emotional and weepy.
Though you knew it was due to her temperature you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling horrible, “No baby. No.” You shushed her, pulling her into a tight hug, her hand at the back of her head, “Nobody is going to be mad about anything. Its natural to get ill, nobody is holding that against you.”
It took 5 minutes of comfort for Lizzie to give a slight nod against you, pulling back to reveal her puffy eyes and running nose.
“Aw, sweetie, your nose is all runny.” You said, causing her to rub her sleeve against her nose, “Lets go.”
You led her to the exit, noting the shiver which ran through her body as she stepped out into the cool air, “Its not far now. Just a little longer then you can get warm.”
“Im sorry.” Lizzie sighed a moment later as she shivered, “I wanted to stay but that was so stupid, wasn’t it? God Im not even thinking straight!” My whole body is freezing but it feels like my heads on fire.”
You shook your head, “ It may have been irresponsible but you were never stupid. You wanted to work, that isn’t stupid but theres a time and a place for that. Being sick means you need to rest. Now, when we get inside I want you to lie down, how does that sound?”
Lizzie sighed and nodded in agreement, “I really don’t feel well…”
“I know sweetie, I know. You’re likely running a fever too.” You paused to press the back of your palm and wrist against her forehead, the heat instantly confirming your suspicions. Lizzie gave a small noise of relief at the feeling of your cool hand, so you decided to hold it there for a moment longer only Lizzie had suddenly pushed you away a second later.
“Hh’itshhhiew!”
“Bless you-“
“HHii’TSSHHIEW!” Hh-HeP’TSHH!”
“Oh honey bless you again, there’s tissues in the trailer.”
“Thank you.” Lizzie mumbled as she came closer to you, her hand coming to clutch yours. You weren’t far from your trailer now.
“Its okay, you don’t need to thank me for anything.”
Lizzie gave you a weak smile, pressing a small quick kiss on your cheek, “But Im going to anyway.”
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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
A “Minor” Disagreement
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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Hi, I love your stories, If you are taking requests I would love Lizzie x Reader with "” Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!” “Bless you! Are you sure you are ok? You never sneeze this much.” Driving home after a long day at set. !
Driving Her Home
Hey! I absolutely loved writing this, it was honestly so cute. I’d had this rec along with soo many others for so long so hopefully everyone enjoys :)
Summary: You’ve both had an incredibly long day at set, you’re both tired but when driving home it becomes obvious that one of you is feeling a little more worst then the other
Wordcount: 1305
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You tapped rhythmically on the steering-wheel of your car as you continued the journey back to your house. The roads were particularly quiet at this hour, the window of your car was down slightly, letting a refreshing evening breeze flow through the car, however all you could hear was the humming of the engine and accompanied by the small snores of the woman sleeping in the passenger seat beside you.
You’d both had an incredibly long day filming at set. The scenes had taken so long to perfect, combined with that, there were numerous stunts which had to be filmed as well. It was safe to say you were both beyond tired, Lizzie especially.
It had taken her less then 5 minutes to fall asleep after climbing into your car. It didn’t come as a surprise though. Lizzie had seemed tired even before the filming had begun that morning.
You were still about around 40 minutes away from your house when you heard Lizzie begin to stir next to you. She gave a sleepy-sounding moan as she slowly woke up.
“Hey there sleepyhead.” You cooed, flashing her a quick smile before turning back the road.
“H-hih’tshhoo!” Lizzie’s suddenly pitched forward as she gave a highpitched sneeze, her body barely had time to fully wake before she was hit with another two, “Hh’iishiew! Hi’hhtshhiew!”
“Goodness sweetie. Is that your new way of saying hello?” You chuckled before blessing her, you waited a moment for her to finish yawning before asking, “You alright?”
“Sorry about that, my nose is being temperamental, Im fine.” She replied, but something didn’t seem right, her voice almost sounded small. Was that even possible?
You knew something wasn’t quite right. There was definitely something up with her voice, but you just couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You and Lizzie talked as you continued driving, roughly 20 minutes had passed without anything really happened. That was until Lizzie spoke up, her breath hitching the whole time.
“Hh- Do we have -Hih- any tissu- hiH- Hii’tshiiew! Hhep’tshhhh! HehH-HIT’SHIEW!” Her body lurched forward as each sneezed wracked through her body, each one seeming to drain her energy significantly.
“Bless you!” You exclaimed with a worried tone entwined within your voice, “Are you sure you’re okay? You never sneeze this much. Theres some tissues in the glove compartment too if you need them.”
Lizzie gave a thick sniffle and reached for the tissues, she took one and blew her nose, giving a small whine afterwards, “Im alright, just sniffly.”
Congestion seeped into her words, it slowly began to blur her consonants as she spoke. It was then that you were finally about to pinpoint the small tweak in her voice. It was hoarse. It sounded as if she’d spent the whole day shouting which surprisingly she hadn’t. She’d talked a lot yes, however she hadn’t exactly been shouting. You tried to find a logical reason for her to sound that way but even after talking all day it never usually resulted in her voice becoming this noticeably hoarse.
You gave a gentle hum, a sign you didn’t quite believe her earlier claim. The car rolled to a stop as you pulled up to a set of traffic lights, it gave you a chance to take a proper look at her. And well, she looked worst then you had expected. Despite her earlier nap, there were now slight bags beneath her eyes. Plus there was a tinge of red forming around the rims of her nose, something which definitely hadn’t been there earlier and you we’re almost certain you could almost make out a pink flush forming on her cheeks.
She definitely didn’t look ‘fine’. You were about to question her on it but her body seemed to react first. She had started to quickly fan her hand infront of her face, as a scrunched up pre-sneeze expression took hold.
Seconds later she suddenly ducked her head into her elbow, launching into a fit of sickly-wet sneezes, each other sounding more exhausting than the last.
“Goodness Elizabeth! Bless you, bless you!” You exclaimed, repeating your blessing as her fit continued, “Oh my, bless you! Wow, bless you again.”
Lizzie finally finished, slowly bringing her head out of her elbow to reveal a set of watery eyes and a now obviously-red nose.
“Ib really sorry-“ She paused to give a slight cough, her face growing red with embarrassment, “That was so gross, I dodt dow whats wrogg with be.” Thick congestion was no longer blurring her words, it was drowning them, making it hard for you to understand what she had been saying.
“Oh sweetie, you really don’t sound well, do you?” You reached over to move numerous strands of hair which had fallen loosely beside her face.” I think maybe you’re starting to come down with something baby.” You gave a sympathetic sigh as she slumped down further into the seat while reaching for another handful of tissues.
“Hu’htshoo!” She groaned from beneath her tissues before becoming quite for a moment, she sighed and quietly admitted, “I think maybe Im getting a cold.”
You nodded, it seemed obvious now that she said it aloud, “I think so too sweetie.”
A pang of sympathy raced through your heart. It was obvious that she wasn’t feeling good and judging from how she sounded, she probably hadn’t feel too good all day. What was worse was the fact that the pair of you had an incredibly packed schedule for the rest of the week and it was unlikely she’d be able to take a day off.
You made a mental note to wake up early and pick up some supplies in the morning since all the nearby shops would’ve been closed by now.
“Baby?” A small sniffle came from Lizzie, “Are we nearly home?
It was almost too dark to see the surroundings as you drove by. The road was only illuminated by dim overhead lampposts and the headlights both of your own car and any other occasional ones that happened to zoom past.
“We shouldn’t be long now sweetie, about 15 minutes or so.” You said assuringly. You heard another yawn from your wife beside you, “Then we can go and climb into bed and you can get some sleep, does that sound good?”
“Mhm” She agreed with a sniffle.
You smiled at her. You clicked the button on your steeling wheel to turn on the radio, making sure to keep the volume low. A small stream of music flowed out and you once again began to tap rhythmically on your steering wheel.
The rest of the journey had grown quite aside from the radio. You only had 10 minutes before you would be home when you heard that familiar sound. The sound of Lizzie’s gentle snores. You glanced over to see her asleep, leaning against the window. Even with her mouth slightly open, she looked adorable. Yes, she looked completely exhausted and sick but adorable nonetheless.
It wasn’t long before you were pulling into the driveway of your house. You switched off the engine and waited. Lizzie had remained asleep for the rest of the journey, not even moving positions and so you hated the thought of having to disrupt her further. You were about to give her a gentle shake when you paused, carefully retracting your hand from her shoulder. You gently climbed out of the car and carefully closed the door before making your way to the frontdoor of your house to unlock it.
You kept the frontdoor open as you made your way back to the car, carefully opening the passenger side door. You took your time and gently slid your hands beneath the form of your sleeping wife, letting her head fall against your shoulders.
Nobody ever said carrying your wife to bed was a crime, right?
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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 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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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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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?
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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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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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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
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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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Hi! Could you do a story with Lizzie/Reader where the reader is sick, with the prompts “Baby, can you pass me the tissues?” and “Aw, your all sniffy”. I’m kinda nervous since this is my first time requesting sorry😅
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Hey! Dont worry about being nervous, thats totally ok! Sorry this isnt as long as I would’ve liked but I’ve had this request for awhile and really wanted to get it done!
Summary: You and lizzie are finally going on holiday after long months of filming, but oh, whats this? Are you getting sick?
Wordcount:757
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This was not how you pictured your romantic getaway would go. You found yourself laying in the bed of your hotel room, surrounded by a growing mound of tissues.
After spending the last few months endlessly filming for your upcoming movie, yourself and Lizzie were meant to be flying out to the warm beaches of Miami. You were currently staying in a hotel opposite the airport, your flight was due for tomorrow morning and the pair of you were supposed to be looking forward for a relaxing week of lazing by the shore.
Yet you found yourself sniffling and sneezing, your head feeling like it was about to explode. Lizzie walked out of the small en-suite bathroom in her purple pyjamas (which matched with yours) sighing in sympathy as she saw you stifling your sneeze harshly against your wrist.
“Hh'GNXT!”
“Bless you sweetie.” She sat down at the edgeof the large double bed, and slowly began to run her hand through your silky hair, “I can’t believe you managed to catch such a rotten cold.”
“I dow, it liderally sucks.” You cringed at the sound of your own congested voice.
Lizzie sighed before saying, “Sweetie blow your nose, I cant understand what your saying.” She laughed a little as she finished her sentence as she swiped some tissues and handed them to you.
You did as you were told, accepting the tissues she offered out to you and blew your nose. The act only seeming to irritate your sinuses however as you sneezed trice down into your already crumpled tissues.
“Hhh'ishiew! Huh’tsschIEW!” Hh…hh.’heh'kshoo!”
“Goodness sweetie! Bless you!” Lizzie cooed as you sank further into the duvet which you were currently cocooning yourself in, “Im not too sure that your going to be well enough to fly in your condition.”
“Liz I’ll be fine, its just a silly little cold. We’re still going to enjoy our holiday.” You assured her and leant up to pull her into a hug.
“You sure?” She asked as you pulled away to muffle a cough into your wrist
“Positiv- eh'ttshoo! Hh-H’hehkktoo! Hh’ehtshiew! Hh-heh..Hhh'kitSHIEW!” You sniffled frantically, keeping your wrist pressed against your nose, highly embarrassed at your lack of control over your own nose.
“Bless you baby, aww your all sniffly.” Lizzie giggled as you rolled your eyes.
“No taking pleasure at my discomfort.” You deadpanned but soften your voice as you asked, “Baby can you pass me the tissues?”
“Of course sweetheart.” She grabbed a couple from the box and gave them to you. She waited patiently for you to finish blowing your nose before offering, “Do you need anything else? I can quickly run to the lobby and get you a drink from the vending machine?”
You looked up at her through your feverish eyes, wondering how somebody could be so beautiful and still be so caring. “No its okay Lizzie, I just need you to be here and – H’tsschiew! HxxNT! Hh’hehtsoo!”
“Jeez sweetie, bless you! This cold really isn’t letting up, huh?” She blessed you kindly, handing you another fistful of tissues as you stifled your groan.
How did you even manage to get sick this fast? You had felt fine in the days leading up to your trip. Though you did admit that your throat had started to feel funny on the long car journey to the hotel, plus there was that small ache at the back of your eyes, but that was just allergies, right? You were definitely wrong.
“Sorry I got sick.” You mumbled as your eyes began to grow heavy, holding back your yawn.
“Its not your fault Y/N. We’ve both been flooded with work, it just sucks that your gonna feel sick while we’re meant to be relaxing.” Lizzie said as you wrinkled your nose, trying to fight off the growing tickle.
“H’tschiew! Hheh'kshoo! Ugh, sorry, excuse me.”
“Bless you, I think you should try and get some sleep sweetheart, I’ll wake you up before we have to leave.” Lizzie climbed into the empty side of the bed and cuddled up against you. The warmth from coming from her body felt amazing against your chill-ridden self, you cuddled further into her as she wrapped a loving arm around you.
“Liz, don’t let my sickness ruin the holiday though.” You whispered as you closed your eyes.
“Don’t be silly. Holiday or not, Im still going to look after you.” She kissed your cheek lovingly and you felt the soft lure of sleep pull you swiftly away, maybe you’d still enjoy yourself after all…
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