#lizzie olsen sickfic

[goldenempyrean]

Back To Bed With You

« Day 10: “Honey, you’re supposed to be in bed." »

« Pairing: Lizzie Olsen x Reader »

« Notes: lil' bit late oops, I had to wait till I finished work to make the post :P »

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"Alright. Cut. Take 5 while we set up the next scene, I want makeup touch-ups done on everyone in the next shot please!" The voice of your director dismissed you from the current scene as people began rushing around to set up everything for the next.  

"Lizzie?" You tilted your head in surprise at the sight of your wife leaning up against some equipment behind the main camera. On any normal day you wouldn't have thought anything of it. But she'd woken up sick this morning with little to no voice left, and it'd taken you almost half an hour to convince her to go back to bed and take the day off. Yet here she was. Standing just off set... in her pyjamas. “Honey you’re supposed to be in bed. What are you doing here?”  

She only shivered in response and goosebumps ran up her exposed arms as she pulled them round herself. “Oh, come here sweetheart,” You shook your head, taking off the jumper you’d been wearing and pulled it over her pink pyjama shirt. It was slightly baggy but on her, but it was better than that thin fabric that seemed to be doing little to keep her warm, “That better?” 

She nodded before clearing her throat, "I missed you," Lizzie whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible. "And I wanted to see your scenes. You always watch mine.” She sniffled before muffling a cough against the collar of her borrowed jumper, making you raise an eyebrow slightly knowing you had to wear that later. 

You cupped her flushed face in your hands, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "You're the sweetest really, you are, but I don't want you getting any sicker. Your voice sounds awful darling. So how about this? You stay right here, I'll finish up this next scene and then I’ll walk you back to our trailer and get you settled back down, okay? How does that sound?”  Lizzie gave a weak smile, appreciating the warmth of your jumper and the concern in your eyes. "Okay," she agreed in a raspy whisper, her hand finding yours as you began to lead her over towards where one of the runners had plugged a small portable heater into an extension cord. 

“You just concentrate on getting warm, okay?” You murmured, kissing her hand, “I’ve gotta sort out my makeup. The scene’s only short but if you really don’t feel well, just head back without me. I’ll catch you up.” 

With that you turned to quickly run over to makeup to get touched up before making it back down in front of the camera. The scene went well. Everyone had delivered their lines well and you’d only needed to do a couple to retakes to get the perfect shot. 

As the director called for a wrap on the scene, you wasted no time in heading back over to where you had left Lizzie. She looked a little more tired now but at least the heater had been doing its job and had kept her warm as she watched. 

“Alright, you, we had an agreement, didn’t we?” You smiled, knowing it was time for her to go back to bed. Your wife pouted but nodded in agreement and with a bit of effort, you helped her to her feet, wrapping your arm around her for support as you walked back to your trailer 

"You're a terrible patient," You teased once you’d gotten inside, still holding her hand as you led her back to bed, a bundle of blankets that she more than willingly climbed back into. 

Lizzie grinned weakly as you leant down to press a soft kiss to her warm cheek once she’d gotten settled, "But still the best wife, right?" 

"Absolutely.” You chucked as you pulled the blanket up to her chin, “Now rest, my love and I'll be back as soon as I can." 

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Hey guys! I write x reader sickfics for Scarlett, Natasha, Yelena, Florence and sometimes Lizzie! I also write/have other stuff too, so I’m most definitely open to requests! I also dabble in age regression, so just shoot me a message should you have any ideas!

Braids (Natasha)

Christmas advent 2023

Five times you find an excuse to carry Natasha, and the one time she asks (Natasha)

Taken (full Nat fic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (coming soon)

The sick assassin (Natasha)

Accidents happen (Natasha)

Woeful Wednesdays (supercorp)

Trust in me (Natasha)

Unconventional comfort (Natasha)

Tender moments (Natasha)

Bedtime. (Natasha/little!reader)

Clingy snuggles (Scarlett)

Sleepy assassin (Natasha)

Hot soup and massages. (Natasha)

Cold as ice (Natasha)

Vulnerable (Natasha)

I’ve got you (Natasha)

Dancing round the kitchen (Natasha)

Premiere anxiety (Scarlett)

What we left behind (part 2) (Natasha)

Let me help you (Natasha)

Shelter me from the cold (Florence)

Everything’s gonna be okay part 2

(Scarlett)

When it rains, it pours (Lizzie)

Troublesome patient (Natasha)

You don’t have to hide (Natasha)

I love everything about you (Scarlett)

Let me take care of you (Natasha)

My poor, sick baby (Scarlett)

Touch starved (Natasha)

Attack of the bugs (Natasha)

Sick (Natasha)

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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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sick reader and elizabeth using “It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round.”  and “Naps are only for babies and old people. Im neither.”  

Should've Stayed Home

〚 Notes - Just posting the fic I wrote last night :) This hasn't been edited/checked well so sorry about mistakes! 〛

〚 Pairing - Lizzie Olsen x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You insisted on visiting Lizzie's parents with her, even when you weren't feeling great. But once you arrived there, it seems that maybe staying home would've have been such a day idea. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1300 〛

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“Maybe you should stay home today sweetheart.” Lizzie sighed as you coughed into your elbow, “It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round. We can always reschedule, or I can always go visit my parents by myself for a few hours and then come home again.” 

But you only shook your head as tossed her the car keys, “No, we’ve been putting off seeing your parents for weeks and I’m not even that sick either, my throat’s just being a little temperamental.” 

Lizzie hesitated for a moment, worry creasing her forehead, but ultimately, she relented and took the keys from you. She watched as you gathered your things and made your way out the door, wishing she could convince you to stay home and rest. 

As you drove to Lizzie's parents' house, you couldn't shake the feeling of fatigue that settled in your bones. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the radio and the passing scenery outside the car window. The coolness of the glass felt amazing against the throbbing which had begun to pound in your temples. 

The drive wasn’t too long at least, that was a positive. Not only had your head begun to pound, but you also found yourself beginning to sniffle repetitively, unable to keep your nose from running. Those sniffles only intensified further when your nose itched sharply. 

“H’h..h’tschoo! Heh’hupsshooo!” 

Lizzie chuckled, reaching over to squeeze your thigh gently, “Bless-“ She started but stopped when your breath hitched again preemptively. 

“H’htschoo!” You ducked your head into your elbow as you covered your final sneeze, sniffling wetly in the aftermath, scrunching up your nose as you wiped it against the end of your sleeve. 

“There's tissues in the glove box baby, blow your nose.” Lizzie sighed, regretting that she hadn’t pushed further for you to stay home. 

You nodded and reached for the tissues, blowing your nose loudly and rubbing at your eyes. The headache was only getting worse, and your throat felt like it was on fire. You tried to distract yourself by looking out the window again, but everything seemed to blur together in a dizzying haze. 

By the time you arrived at Lizzie's parents' house, you were feeling worse than ever. Your head was pounding, your nose was running nonstop, and your throat was so sore it hurt to swallow. You tried to put on a brave face when you greeted her parents, but they could tell something was wrong. 

As soon as you walked in the door, Lizzie's mom greeted you with a big hug. "Oh, honey, you don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. 

You forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to worry her. "I'm just a little under the weather. Nothing to worry about," you replied, your voice scratchy and hoarse. 

Lizzie's dad came over to give you a handshake and a pat on the back, but you winced in pain as the pressure on your back sent a wave of pain through your body. Lizzie noticed your discomfort and quickly intervened, guiding you over to the couch and offering you a glass of water. 

You gratefully accepted the water, taking a sip to soothe your sore throat. Lizzie sat down next to you, her hand resting on your knee as she asked, "Do you need anything else, love?" 

You couldn’t help but feel your heavy eyes begin to close on their own as you fought to keep yourself awake as you leant your head against Lizzie’s shoulder, “No, it’s fine.” 

Lizzie frowned as she felt the heat radiating off of you. She knew that you were running a fever, and she didn't want to push you too hard. "Maybe we should head back home, sweetheart," she suggested gently. 

You shook your head, not wanting to ruin the visit. "No, I'm fine. Let's just hang out for a bit," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Lizzie hesitated, but eventually she relented when she parents joined the two of you in the living room. 

You tried your best to keep yourself composed as you chatted with Lizzie's parents. But as the conversation went on, the pressure in your sinuses began to build, and you knew that you were on the verge of a sneeze. 

You tried to hold it in, but it was no use. Your body gave in, and you let out a loud, explosive sneeze. "H'tschh!" Your hand shot up to cover your nose and mouth, but it was too late. 

Lizzie's mom rushed over to you with a handful of tissues, concern etched on her face. "Oh, honey, are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asked. 

You nodded, grateful for the tissues. You blew your nose, wincing as the pressure in your head intensified. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you tried to hide your embarrassment. 

Lizzie's dad gave you a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, we've all been there," he said, trying to make you feel better. 

“You’re definitely getting a cold.” Lizzie sighed, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. You could do little more to respond, that insistent itch still lingering in your nose before you eventually sneezed down into your tissues yet again, mumbling out your apology afterwards. 

Lizzie's mom reached over to hand you another tissue, giving you a sympathetic smile. "Bless you, dear. It sounds like you're really not feeling well," she said kindly whilst Lizzie wrapped her arms around you, holding you closer to her. 

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not listening to Lizzie's advice to stay home. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a scene," you apologised, your voice still scratchy and hoarse. 

Lizzie's dad patted you on the back. "No need to apologise, we understand. Sometimes these things just happen," he said, giving you a reassuring smile. 

But you couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and discomfort. You were starting to feel like a burden on everyone, like you were ruining the visit. You tried to excuse yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air, but Lizzie insisted on coming with you. 

Outside, the cool air felt good on your flushed face, but you couldn't escape the pounding in your head or the congestion in your sinuses. You leaned against Lizzie, feeling her warmth and support as you tried to catch your breath. 

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't mean to ruin the visit." 

Lizzie pulled you closer, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You didn't ruin anything, sweetheart. We just want you to feel better," she said, her voice soft and gentle. 

You leaned into her, feeling the weight of exhaustion and sickness weighing you down. "I just want to go home," you said, your voice barely audible. 

Lizzie nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. She helped you back to the car, settling you in the passenger seat before going back inside to explain the situation to her parents. 

As Lizzie drove you home, you leaned your head against the window, feeling the cool glass soothing against your hot skin. Lizzie's hand found yours, squeezing it gently as she drove. 

“Maybe you should try and take a nap sweetheart, you look exhausted.” 

 “Naps are only for babies and old people. I'm neither.”  You mumbled, but still you found yourself giving in and closing your eyes. 

Lizzie chuckled softly. "Well, in that case, you're just taking a rest. You need it." She whispered, her voice filled with sympathy and love. 

You nodded sleepily, feeling grateful for Lizzie's understanding and care. As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that you were in good hands, and that Lizzie would be there to take care of you until you were feeling better. 

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

Early Morning

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

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

〚 Wordcount - > 500 〛

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

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

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

“Hiiishhhuuu!”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yep.” 

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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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[goldenempyrean]

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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[goldenempyrean]

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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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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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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[goldenempyrean]

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

Does It Count As Christmas Dinner?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Its not like yo-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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