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[goldenempyrean]

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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Off Day Or Day Off

Summary: Reader has a bad day due to a chronic illness they struggle with (POTS). Luckily Lizzie and Scarlett look after her.

Tw: headache, mild pots, exhaustion / fatigue, pain medicine, mentions of passing out

Words: 2129

A/n sorry for such a long absence I got diagnosed with POTS so I have been in and out of the hospital for appointments for the past few weeks. So, this fic is kinda just me projecting. Also, POTS stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (for those who don’t know). Let me know if you want a part 2.

You knew today was going to be hard when you opened your eyes to see your alarm had already been going off for a good half hour.

Whilst not something that was unusual for you, it did pose some insight into how the rest of the day may go. Taking a deep breath, you gathered the strength to sit up, still feeling exhausted to your bones and wanting nothing more than to lay back down and keep sleeping.

Reaching out to smack the alarm in order to finally get it to shut up, it took a few tries to finally hit the button.

You were tired despite having slept over the recommended eight hours. You were tired when you woke up and you had no doubt you would be tired when you went to sleep.

Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you braced yourself to stand up. Once on your feet you stayed upright for a good half a second before sitting back down hard.

Yep, today was an off day.

Trying again you managed to stick the landing this time, but still had to pause to wait for the patches in your vision to clear up first before doing anything.

You were vaguely aware of a dull ache in your temples and a general feeling of malaise and fatigue across your whole body.

You leant against the wall of your bedroom while pulling on some fresh pant and swapping out your pyjama shirt for a clean and presentable top.

You fought to stay upright while hopping around to stick the socks over your cold feet.

Throwing your notebook and pencil case into your backpack before pulling your laptop off the charge you added it to your bag and slung it over your shoulder, not bothering to do up the zip just yet.

Scanning the room your eyes caught on the small medical pouch were you had left it the day before. Groaning you circled back to grab it and triple check it was stocked with extra electrolyte packets before tossing it into your already full bag.

Your footsteps were heavy on the stairs as you plodded down to the kitchen, the voices of your little sister and mother only seeming to aggravate your growing headache.

You gripped the railing as you descended the stairs just in case your fatigue flared anymore than it already had.

As you shuffled into the kitchen you distantly listened to your mum wish you a good morning. Feeling tired and slightly annoyed at the whole situation you mumbled something incoherent back to her.

Scarlett had been your mother for almost ten years now after the adoption had gone through. You had met on the set for one of her earlier marvel films and due to your less-than-ideal situation and close bond with the actress she had adopted you.

It hadn’t been until a few months into living with her that she begun to take notice of your fatigue and various other issues. She had been with you every step of the process to get diagnosed and despite your fears she had stayed by your side.

You had been managing your tachycardia for a long time now and the symptoms of POTS weren’t as intense as they once were. However, from time to time you still had flare up which caused you a lot of heart ache and suffering.

As you slid into your place at the kitchen table Scarlett set down a plate of bacon and toast for you whilst she continued listening to the constant chatter stemming from your younger sister.

Scarlett nodded along with Rose’s story as she observed you closely. She had noted something was off almost straight away and knew you were doing your best to keep up a front.

It was Scarlett’s day off and as such she was tasked with taking Rose to school as Colin had headed into work early for a meeting with the writers.

You weren’t too interested in the food your mother had given you. Despite loving bacon and usually chomping it down with gusto you felt gross and tired.

Scarlett took note of your slow pace and droopy eyes as she took roses dishes back to the sink and loaded them into the dishwasher.

Scarlett had been trying to help you get better at advocating for yourself by simply making you ask for her help. She hoped it would help you speak up for yourself more now that you had more recognised needs. However, she also knew when to step in and simply help if you didn’t ask first.

She frowned at the sight of your backpack slung over the back of the chair knowing full well she didn’t want you going to uni if you were unwell.

As you continued to poke at your food with a fork and a bored expression that barely masked the exhaustion Scarlett sent rose to get dressed.

“Alright munchkin, what’s going on?” Scarlett said sitting down next to you.

“‘M fine mum. Just tired, I didn’t sleep well.” You grumbled still mining away at the edge of the slightly burnt toast with your fork.

Scarlett frowned as she knew you had been asleep before ten after she had poked her head in at around nine fifty to see if you were up.

“In that case maybe you should stay home today and get some rest sweetheart.” Scarlett said softly.

“No. No, I’m ok.” You said shaking your head which wasn’t a great idea as the patches reappeared in your vision.

“Alright.” Scarlett said admitting defeat for now. “I have to take rose to school; do you need a lift to uni?” She asked and you nodded pushing away the full plate of food. “Ok then come get your shoes on.”

You nodded again and stood. Just as she had expected Scarlett watched as you swayed on your feet slightly, blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision as your hand blindly reached for the table to provide the support you needed dot stay upright.

“Alright. No.” Scarlett said. “Definitely not. You’re staying here sweet girl.”

“But i’m-“ you begun only to be cut off.

“If the next words out of your mouth are “I’m fine.” I’ll make you take the whole week off.” Scarlett said and your lips snapped shut. “Go make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll have lizzie come stay with you while I’m out. She has the day off too and before you start, I’m sure she would like to spend the time with you.” Scarlett said before you could protest hindering the younger actresses schedule with your change of plans.

Before you could protest Scarlett gave you a look that kept the words in your throat from leaving.

“You’re not a problem y/n. Lizzie loves to spend time with you, and it makes her feel better to be able to help you out. Plus, I don’t want to leave you here alone in case you need something or pass out.” She said sternly but kindly.

“But I haven’t passed out before.” You grumbled.

“There’s a first time for everything.” Scarlett said. “Now go get comfy while I call Lizzie.” She said pressing a kiss to your head and giving you a light shove in the direction of the living room.

As you settled into a small nest on the couch you begun scrolling through Disney plus before settling on something to watch. You heard Scarlett talking on the phone in the kitchen before she appeared and handed you a water bottle which no doubt was filled with electrolytes. She spoke to Lizzie for a bit longer before coming back once the call was done.

“Drink.” She instructed, nodding to the bottle in your lap. “Lizzie will be over soon. I have to take rose in and then we can have a movie day and see if Lizzie wants to join us.”

“Ok.” You mumbled feeling bad for ruining everyone’s plans.

“None of that. We love you and we would rather spend the day making you feel better than knowing you’re not ok and doing what we planned.” Scarlett said as she picked up roses backpack and grabbed her trainers from the doorway.

Rose came and hugged you goodbye before continuing her endless chatter about something or other as she and Scarlett disappeared out the doorway. Scarlett blowing you a kiss as she left.

Snuggling down into the blankets you felt your eyelids droop as the show played on in the background.

What couldn’t have been more than five minutes later the doorbell rang before the door opened. You knew Lizzie had a a key, but she always rung the doorbell before she let herself in just to let you know it was her.

You heard the door shut and the sound of her taking off her shoes before she came upstairs.

“Y/n?” She called out as she walked down the hallway.

“In here.” You said barely shouting.

A moment later Lizzie entered the room, her face looking a little sad at the sight of you all bundled up and sleepy, your arms wrapped around your water bottle as your eyes drifted shut.

“Hiii.” You mumbled quietly.

“Hi sweet girl. Oh, look at you, it’s not a good day, is it?” She asked as she took the seat beside you on the couch.

“No.” You huffed as you shuffled over into her side.

Lizzie’s hands went straight to your hair as she brushed her fingers through it. She guided your head to her lap and gently began braining locks of your hair. The feeling of her fingers on your scalp relaxed you as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Have some more to drink first baby, then you can have a nap, okay?” She said helping you sit up and sip some of the electrolyte drink before guiding you back to her lap as her hands took their place back in your hair.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again.

The next time you woke up Lizzie’s hand was still gently massaging your head which was helping with the now whopping headache you had. You shifted slightly prompting Lizzie to look down from the show she had put on and see you were awake.

“Hi sweetheart, how are we feeling love?” She asked softly.

“Headache, tired and lousy.” You mumbled turning your face into her stomach making her chuckle softly at your cuteness.

“That’s no good.” She said frowning now she registered your words. “Want me to get your mum to bring some Panadol and a snack?” She asked and you nodded into her stomach.

Lizzie gently reached down and placed her hands over your ears to shield you from the noise as she began calling out to Scarlett who you hadn’t noticed return.

“Scar car you bring y/n/n some Panadol and a snack!” She called and you faintly heard your mum’s response before Lizzie was prompting you to drink some more of the electrolyte drink in your water bottle.

“Sorry I know this wasn’t what you two wanted to do on ur day off” you said to both actresses when Scarlett came in with some cupcakes, she and rose had baked the day before and a strip of Panadol.

“Honey…” Lizzie said looking sad. “I’ll always be here when you need me.” She said softly.

“Yeah, I can’t get rid of you.” Scarlett joked making all three of you laugh.

When you winced at the noise Scarlett went straight to mum mode as she popped out two of the tablets and put them in your hand before nodding to the water bottle.

“Alright, what are we watching?” Scarlett asked situating herself on your other side and pulling your legs into her lap, so you were laid across the two of them.

“Whatever y/n/n wants.” Lizzie said chucking the remote to you.

“I’m thinking marvel.” You grinned making both women groan in protest.

You put on age of ultron and barely twenty minutes in Lizzie’s gentle head scratches had lulled you back into the arms of sleep.

POTS was hard to live with but with all the people in your life supporting you it was bearable.

Part 2

@barbarasstar @charlie56

[bloomingflowersthings]

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.”

[oizysian]

If you are still taking requests, I'd like to request this.

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.”

•

“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.”

•

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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Wind River, 2017

Part 1 / Part 2

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WandaVision s01e09: The final goodbye.

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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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Late night’s studying

Summary: reader pushes herself too far for university and work. Scarlett and Lizzie look after her.

Tw: fainting, overworking, stress, assignments

Words: 3.2K

A/n I might be projecting … once again lol

Lately you hadn’t had time to do much other than work and study. Being the youngest on set was great sometimes but it also really sucked.

Lately you had been swamped with assignments, you had been extremely stressed trying to get it all done before the university deadlines. You had already applied for one extension, but it didn’t seem like enough.

You spent long hours filming scenes over and over, but your mind was anywhere but where it was meant to be.

Being the youngest you didn’t want the others to know you were still getting some form of higher education. It’s not that you weren’t proud of it, no not at all, it was more you didn’t want them to see you as anymore of the child they all treated you like. You were legally an adult but being the youngest made you the baby of the marvel set.

On screen your character spent a lot of time with the scarlet witch and black widow meaning you shot lots of scenes with Elizabeth and Scarlett. They had been very nice and invited you to join them at the cast parties and dinners that various actors on set hosted, but you had always politely declined much to their dismay.

On set and off set Elizabeth and Scarlett had practically adopted you. Yet whenever you were done filming for the day you disappeared to your trailer.

As the weeks wore on your work was piling up with unfinished tasks you simply hadn’t had time to get to. You were almost three weeks behind in your deadlines now and it was majorly stressing you out.

You had been pulling ultra late nights in an effort to meet due dates where you could. Settling for half effort when you really just wanted to sleep. You had barely managed four hours each night for the past week being awake well into the early hours of the morning.

You knew you weren’t the only one staying in your trailer overnight, so you had to be careful not to arouse suspicions towards your sleeping habits. The amount of coffee you had been ingesting was somewhere between ungodly and criminal. Makeup covered your racoon eyes and as like the night goblins that roamed the neighbourhoods you felt like trash.

You rubbed a fist at your eyes looking up from your laptop to glance at the time. 3am, sighing you saved and closed your work. It was time for bed. You had to be up soon anyway for early morning filming.

Setting your alarm and collapsing into bed you snuggled up praying the coffee you had wouldn’t keep you awake and rob you of the precious hours of sleep your hectic schedule allowed.

You woke up to a fist banging on the door.

“Y/n, get your butt out here filming starts in thirty minutes and you’re keeping hair and makeup waiting.” Alyssa your manager yelled.

“I’m up.” You called back springing out of bed and almost falling over as your tired body protested.

“You better be.” You heard her grumble before she moved away from your trailer.

You found your costume hung where you had left it over the back of a chair and slipped it on. Inspecting the damage of the previous late night under your eyes and slapping on some concealer. The lady who did your makeup never commented that you were always already wearing some, you appreciated that she never mentioned it in front of Scarlett and Lizzie.

After throwing a hoodie over the costume you slipped out the trailer shivering in the cold. You headed for hair and makeup and stifled a yawn as you stepped into the slightly bigger trailer.

Scarlett and Lizzie were already there and halfway done with their costumes as you flopped into a seat next to Scarlett.

“Tired already Y/n/n?” Scarlett laughed.

You shot her a smile which came as more of grimace. “Yeah, I guess.” You said with a hum and a dejected chuckle. You were too exhausted to see the worried looks Scarlett and Lizzie exchanged beside you.

“You know if you ever need to talk about stuff, we’re here for you?” Lizzie said recognising your anxiety as you fiddled with your rings.

“We’ll always listen honey.” Scarlett said placing her hand on top of yours and looking into your almost half hooded eyes.

“Um… Thanks, but I’m ok.” You said looking away as your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips.

Scarlett seemed to deflate as you rejected her help, and she patted your hand twice before returning hers to her lap.

You didn’t say much throughout the hair and makeup process. Once more the kind women didn’t mention your copious amount of concealer that was hiding your secret honorary racoon status as a member of the sleepless night club.

Scarlett and Lizzie kept an eye on you but eventually had to leave to shoot some scenes together before they needed you on set as well.

The two women had noticed you pulling away more than usual and your quieter than normal behaviour. You had stopped having lunch with them and after a while of you rejected their offers, they were close to giving up on asking.

“Do you think somethings going on at home?” Lizzie asked Scarlett as they finished a scene.

“No. I’m not sure what it is but i don’t think it’s that.” Scarlett said watching you out of the corner of her eye as you shuffled onto set and sat down in a chair, zoning out staring at a stain on the wall.

“I’m worried about her.” Lizzie said.

“Me too Liz, but we’ll just have to wait for her to come to us. We just need to not let her push us away.” Scarlett said as the director called for the scene to start.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder you jumped slightly turning to see your manger standing there with a slightly worried look in her eye.

“Y/n they’re waiting for you.” She said nodding to the set where Scarlett and Lizzie stood talking to the director.

“Oh.” You said dragging yourself upright.

As you stood your head swum, your vision went fuzzy, and you were too focused on staying upright than trying to listen to what your manager was saying.

You tried your best to downplay it and as your vision returned you nodded at what she had said, hoping it was something you were meant to agree to. Based on the small downturn of her lips you may have been wrong. You gave her a small smile to compensate, and she eyed you closely before nudging you towards the others.

you stumbled for a second despite the nudge being lighter than air. You regained your footing and went over to join the others to shoot the scene.

The filming was going well until you were up to filming a certain scene.

The scene was nothing awful, after a cut from a fight scene where your character gets knocked down Scarlett or the black widow had to help you to your feet and keep fighting. Because the scene uses your face you at least needed to be pulled up off the ground before the stunt double could take over.

Normally this would be easy but with how tired you were any sudden movements like standing too quickly made your head spin and you knew it wouldn’t just be one take.

You got into position on the ground with Scarlett above you and Lizzie watching from the side as she wasn’t needed in this scene but was in the next.

Taking a deep breath the director called for them to start rolling and Scarlett offered you a hand. Taking it she pulled you to your feet. Immediately your head felt like it was in a washing machine. The world spun and you tripped over your feet as you over balanced. Scarlett was quick to grab you before you ended up on the floor again. Setting you back on your feet you didn’t hear the director call cut and to reset. Your vision was hazy as you waited for it to come back.

A soft hand landed on your shoulder making you jump as Scarlett’s words finally reached your ears.

“-u ok y/n/n?” Scarlett asked and you swallowed nervously and nodded your vision clear.

“Let’s go again from the top.” The director called and you gingerly lowered yourself back to the ground mentally preparing to do it again.

Scarlett looked at you worriedly but ultimately knew there wasn’t much she could do.

As they began the scene again this time you didn’t stay upright for long. As soon as Scarlett pulled you up your body had had enough. Still holding your hand and with the momentum of being pulled up your body collided with Scarlett’s. Your grip going limp as you passed out. Luckily Scarlett regained her footing and wrapped her arms around you before you went down yourself.

Lizzie ran over as Scarlett laid you down on your side.

“Oh god.” Lizzie said when she realised you were out cold. “Medic!” She yelled as Scarlett crouched down beside you, one hand holding your hand and the other tapping your face as she softly called your name. “We need a medic!” Lizzie yelled as she looked around.

A moment later a medic came over and begun looking you over.

“Is there anything i should know? Have either of you noticed anything different about her in the past few days or prior to filming this morning?” The young man asked as he took your pulse with two fingers on your neck and eyes trained on his watch to count the beats.

“She seemed a little out of it this morning and she stumbled a lot during the first take.” Scarlett said.

“She’s been more anxious as well and withdrawn more than usual also.” Lizzie chipped in.

“It sounds like sleep deprivation, do either of you know if she’s been sleeping enough?” He asked.

“I’m not sure, she’s been staying in her trailer on set most nights.” Lizzie said turned to Scarlett who also shook her head.

“I don’t know either sorry.” The blonde said.

“Ok, well there’s one way to know but we need to take all this makeup off.” He said turned to look at the director stood a few feet away watching. He nodded his assent.

“She’s not going to be working for the rest of the day now anyway.” He said. “Not after passing out on set.” He added under her breath.

The medic nodded and took a wipe and begun to remove your makeup. Lizzie held in a gasp as how pale you were and how it contrasted with the dark purple smudges under your eyes.

Just as Scarlett took the cloth from his hand and finished removing your makeup with steady and tender hands you screwed your nose up, eyes fluttering as they stayed closed.

“Y/n/n?” Lizzie called taking your hand as she knelt beside you. You let out a small groan as you came back to life and exhaustion pummelled your weak body.

You smacked your lips and frowned eyes still closed. “My mouth tastes bad.” You mumbled and Lizzie laughed despite looking like she was about to start crying. Scarlett smirked and your very in character response to just passing out on set despite her mounting worries for you.

“God, Y/n don’t ever do that again.” Lizzie said brushing a curl from your eyes. “I think you just took five years off my life.” She said and you opened your eyes blinking up at her and frowning.

“Sorry.” You said going to sit up when Scarlett placed a hand on your chest to keep you down. You frowned at her looking for an explanation.

“Absolutely not.” She scolded. “You are not sitting up, yet you just passed out for gods sakes. From sleep deprivation no less, Y/n you HAVE to look after yourself.” Scarlett said and you sighed.

“Sorry.” You said again just looking up at them.

“And stop apologising.” Lizzie said with a small smile.

“So, what now?” You asked licking your dry lips. Three sets of eyes turned to the brunette medic.

“Bed rest.” He said. And there it was your two lest favourite words. You had always hated staying still and unless you were injured or dying you hated bed rest it was too boring.

You opened your mouth to protest but Lizzie and Scarlett turned to glare at you.

“So, help me Y/n, if the words about to come out of your mouth are anything but ‘yes sir’ I will personally make sure you sleep myself.” Lizzie said and Scarlett scoffed.

“I think we are already past that. Y/n your coming home with me.” Scarlett said and you wanted to protest but she continued seeing the look on your face. “Y/n, you haven’t been sleeping.” She said in a stern voice. “You need to sleep. Lizzie is staying with me as well because i’m closer to set and we are not letting you leave until you have had at least ten hours of sleep. And before you say you don’t want to impose, I’m not offering, I’m instructing. Understood?” She said and you bit your lip staying silent for a second before sighing softly and nodding.

“Right let's go then.” Scarlett said leaning down and scooping you up. A small squeak escaped your lips as you blushed furiously.

“I can walk.” You said indignantly.

“Not after that stunt you're not.” She said. “Plus, the doctor said bed rest.” She winked playfully as she carried you off set with Lizzie trailing behind.

“He’s a medic not a doctor.” You grumbled under your breath and Scarlett smirked.

“What did you say?” She asked pretending to not have heard your sarcastic quip.

“Nothing.” You huffed.

“Your glad your cute. If rose pulled a stunt like that she would be in time out for a week.” Scarlett said and you groaned.

“Rose is a child. I am an adult.” You huffed.

“An adult who acts like a child and has the self preservation of a toddler.” Lizzie teased and you glared daggers at her making her chuckle as you moved on to pouting petulantly in Scarlett’s arms to the amusement of both older actresses. As you arrived at the car and Scarlett put you in the backseat with Lizzie you begun to regret not putting up more of a fight.

“Come on Y/n/n, it’ll be fun. We’ll have a movie night.” Lizzie said switching her approach to a softer one.

“Is rose attending this movie night?” You asked and Scarlett nodded as she adjusted the rear-view mirror.

“Probably.” She said and you groaned loudly.

“I am NOT watching frozen again.” You said sliding your hands down your face in defeat.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, you love it.” Lizzie teased elbowing you in the ribs.

“Not when it’s the millionth time watching it.” You shot back.

“Sure, thing L/n.” Lizzie said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and leant against the window closing your eyes.

You were out like a light before Scarlett could park the car. Leading to you once more being carried around in Scarlett’s arms as they decided not to wake you up just yet.

Rose was still at school and Colin was in the studio with the writers today meaning for now it was just you three.

Scarlett laid you down between the two of them in the day room as she tucked a blanket around you and switched on the TV flicking through to find something was watch.

You stirred slightly as the two of them got comfy next to you. Scarlett had an arm around you protectively while Lizzie’s shoulders were pressed gently against your right chest as she had burrowed into your side.

Your eyes fluttered as you yawned, opting to not move from the warmth and comfort of the two women.

The events of the day slammed into you as you realised you still had three essays due soon and countless homework tasks.

You must have subconsciously tensed as both actresses turned to look as you. The sound of some rom com playing in the background.

“Hello sweetie.” Scarlett said with a smile. “Feeling any better, you must be exhausted.” She said and you nodded staying silent.

Lizzie eyed you closely taking note of your quiet demeanour. Reaching out and taking your hand in hers she gave it a soft squeeze.

“Talk to us sweetheart.” Lizzie said softly. “I can see somethings bothering you. Tell us what’s on your mind, it may help you feel better.” She said and you drew a slow shaky breath as the dam broke. You let out a choked sob as you curled into Scarlett’s side, Lizzie curling against your back and rubbing a hand up and down your arm as you trembled with silent sobs.

“I have so much work to do. I didn’t want the cast to treat me as a child, so I didn’t tell them I’m still at university.” You said as Scarlett gently ran her hands through your hair.

“So, you’ve been juggling acting and uni full time and none of us knew?” Lizzie said and you sniffled nodding as you turned to look at her with your teary gaze.

“Honey you must be so stressed. Is this why you have been sleeping? Too much to do and not enough time?” Scarlett asked and you nodded again biting your lip to stop it trembling.

Lizzie softly reached out to remove your lip from your teeth with her thumb. “None of that honey.” She reprimanded softly.

“Well now we know, you won’t be doing it alone we’ll help you. You can stay here with us and as well as making sure you sleep; we can help with any work you have.” Scarlett said.

“I did graduate from NYU after all, I’m not just a pretty face.” Lizzie joked and your lips curved into a small smile.

“There’s that gorgeous smile.” Scarlett said as she rubbed your arm. “Now it’s time to rest, your exhausted and you are doing nothing other than rest for the foreseeable future okay?” She asked.

“But … but my assignments.” You said looking up as her.

“Shhh leave it to us, and everything will be sorted.” Scarlett said as she guided your head to her chest. “Rest honey. Go to sleep you need it.” She said and you curled into her. She was warm and cozy and at some point, Lizzie and Scarlett had changed as you were also in comfier clothes than your costume. Not that you minded.

You let out a small sigh sandwiched between the two. Your head resting on Scarlett’s chest as she played with your hair, your body half in her lap. Lizzie was spooning you from behind with her head resting on your shoulder to watch the movie you had all been ignoring.

You finally felt relaxed for the first time in what must have been months thanks to them.

Maybe you weren’t sleeping well on your own, but when Scarlett and Lizzie were there, you felt protected and safe enough to sleep, no long worrying about your studies which as they had said, could always wait for you to be healthy again.

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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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ELIZABETH OLSEN as WANDA MAXIMOFF in Wandavision (2021)

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Off Day Or Day Off Part 2

Summary: Reader’s bad day continues as they struggle with (POTS). Luckily Lizzie and Scarlett look after her.

Tw: kind of fainting but not really, pots, exhaustion / fatigue,

Words: 1090

A/n This was me like two hours before I wrote this, but I was alone (I texted a friend tho so that was nice), so I wrote this to project. I just laid on the floor and watched Lizzie interviews on YouTube.

The next time you woke up you groaned softly knowing you had to get up to pee. Lizzie was still fixed on the TV as scarlet turned to you with a concerned look.

“You ok honey?” She asked softly in case your head was hurting.

“Need to pee.” You pouted making Lizzie laugh as she began paying attention to your conversation.

“That’s the electrolytes love.” She teased and you frowned at her, hating everything at at the moment.

“Do you need help?” Scarlett offered.

“No.” You huffed grouchily, throwing off the blanket that was keeping you warm, shivering as you suddenly felt cold.

“Are you sure?” Scarlett pressed. “There’s no shame in needing help.

“Im fine.” You said feeling embarrassed and tired.

“Ok honey.” Scarletts expression relaxed now looking sad for you. “Call us if you need us okay sweets?” She asked and your inclined your head just enough to let her know you heard her.

Bracing yourself you sat up, pausing before moving to stand up. You blinked for a second waiting for the spots in your vision to leave Scarlett watched with concern but before sheer could say something you left the room.

After finishing and washing your hands you were walking back down the hall when you suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over you. It was all too familiar as you lowered yourself to the floor sliding down the wall.

You debated calling them over, still feeling bad for ruining their day off as well as just plain old stubbornness. You decided to wait a second to see if it would pass before you called them.

But after a few moments you knew, it wasn’t going to. Gently laying yourself down you felt your body becoming heavier and your eyes drooping as exhaustion crashed into you.

“Mum! Auntie Lizzie!” You called using up as much of your remaining strength as you could.

You heard hurried footsteps and felt someone brushing their hand gently through your hair.

“Y/n/n, honey can you hear me?” Scarlett asked as Lizzie hovered nearby.

“Mum…” you mumbled feeling bone tired as your eyes remained shut.

“I’m going to pick you up ok baby?” Scarlett said, not expecting a response as much as just asking to provide a warning. It was always slightly scary when this happened as you were practically defenceless and despite knowing you were safe with Lizzie and Scarlett you still hated not being able to protect yourself. You had been stubbornly independent from a young age so you despised needing to be looked after.

As your thoughts drifted, your mind too tired to try and keep up with your surroundings you felt strong arms under you as Scarlett scooped you off the floor.

She was very gentle as she carried you into the living room. Gently she set you down on the floor after Lizzie laid a blanket down so it was softer to lay on.

“What can I do?” Lizzie asked.

“She needs salt. Can you go grab one of the blue drinks from the fridge door?” Scarlett said and Lizzie nodded as she ran off to grab it.

Meanwhile Scarlett lifted your legs onto the couch too elevate them. Once she was done with that, she pulled your head into her lap. She knew you were awake just too tired to move.

When Lizzie returned, she sat next to you on the floor. Passing a small bag of sea salt chips to Scarlett and a bottle of Gatorade. Lizzie shuffled over and held your hand in her lap.

“It’s ok baby. We’re here my sweet girl.” Lizzie said softly, knowing you could hear them despite looking dead to the world.

The three of you sat in silence for a bit as they whispered soft reassurances to you, knowing how much you hated being out of control.

After a bit you blinked your eyes, a bit feeling a little bit of energy return.

“There she is.” Lizzie said brushed a strand of hair from your face. “How are you feeling baby?” She asked.

“Mmm.” You mumbled, too exhausted for words as you nuzzled into Scarlett’s lap.

Lizzie and Scarlett sat for another few minute's waiting for you to feel ready to sit up.

After a second your gaze focused on them. “Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Don’t apologise baby, you have no reason to be sorry.” Scarlett hushed you. “Are you read to sit up?” She asked

You paused for a second taking mental stock of your body before nodding.

Lizzie helped you sit up as your back leant against Scarletts chest to support you. Lizzie twisted the cap off the Gatorade and passed it to you, her hands brushing against your fingertips.

“Jesus Y/n!” She said. “You're freezing.” She said.

You nodded sagely in response. “Cold.” You confirmed, taking a sip of the drink while Scarletts hands stabilised yours which were shaking and pale.

“Here.” Lizzie said, pulling off her hoodie and sliding it over your head and wrangling you into it while Scarlett held your drink.

It was warm and smelt like Lizzie which made you feel better.

“Have some chips baby.” Lizzie said opening the packet. Feeling like babying you a little Lizzie began hand feeding you the chips ignoring your whining as she started making little airplane noises to tease you like she was feeding a toddler.

You pouted at her and she giggled, her nose scrunching as you huffed softly.

“Feeling better honey?” Scarlett asked and you leant your head against her collarbone.

“Yeah.” You said softly, still not feeling a hundred percent.

“Hope about we move this party to the couch for some snuggles.” Lizzie suggested and you nodded. Scarlett smiled and scooped you up, passing you to Lizzie who had taken up her previous spot on the couch.

You laid on her stomach, heads resting in the crook of her neck as she rubbed your back in soft gentle circles.

“Get some rest honeylove.” She whispered and you nuzzled into her making her coo as you drifted off again after feeling Scarlett join the cuddle puddle.

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Stressed and Sick on Set

Summary: Reader has a migraine and gets sick on set. Luckily Scarlett, Lizzie and her twin sisters are there to help you out.

TWs: migraine, vomiting, hiding illness, stress, mentions of family issues, mentions / implied themes of death

Words: 2.9k

A/n Idk where this came from but here it is … enjoy x

With the chaos that was currently your life it was no surprise or at least it shouldn’t have been when you were hit with the mother of all migraines.

To say people had been asking a lot of you lately was a gross understatement. Aside from filming your family had been a mess as of late. The whole family was expected back home for Christmas as your grandmother was sick and so the plan was for everyone to get together one last time.

However, between acting and uni work you were already stretched pretty thin. Your parents had been breathing down your neck to book a flight and despite wanting to see some of your cousins you knew family gatherings were a recipe for disaster. And with a sombre reason for the get together it would most likely be a mess of alcohol and tears which wasn’t something you were sure you could even deal with at this point.

Luckily the migraine hadn’t hit until you were finished in hair and makeup because the idea of anyone touching your face and hair with the amount of pain you were in right now might just push you over the edge.

The light blinded you as you stepped out of the hair and makeup trailer. Shielding your eyes you fumbled with clumsy fingers to put on your sunglasses.

Sighing softy as the sunlight was reduced you continued you way to set. You nodded as you passed a few stagehands and crew members. Finally, you made it to set. Lizzie and Scarlett were stood near their chairs talking with two blondes who you couldn’t quite see with the other two stood in front of them.

Joining the small group Scarlett wrapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into her side making your head spin.

“Speak of the devil.” Lizzie said. “Y/n, you’ve met my sisters before but if you can't tell them apart this one is Mary-Kate and that ones Ashley.” Lizzie said poking her sister's side.

“Hi Y/n.” Mary-Kate said with a smile and Ashley mimicked her statement.

“Hi.” You said softly. The noise of the set was getting to you and despite your sunglasses the fluorescent lights overhead seemed worse than the sun had been.

“Whats with the shades Y/n/n?” Scarlett asked.

“‘M just too cool for you.” You said burying your face into her neck in an attempt to hide from the lights. The adults laughed and your cheeks heated up with the tips of your ears turning pink also.

The four of them stood and chatted while you stayed relatively quiet only really speaking when spoken to. Your head was pounding, and the lights seemed to be out to get you. The hum of electricity and buzz of the stage crew flitting around setting up for the next scene was starting to make you nauseous.

Lizzie and Scarlett took note of your quiet demeanour and exchanged a look over your head. Your head was still resting in the crook of Scarlett’s neck as you tried your best to look and act normally.

A small part of you craved their motherly attention but you knew if you admitted to being sick, they would have you out of commission for a few days at least as per the contract. And if you were down with some sickness even if it was a migraine Lizzie and Scarlett would be by your side the whole time and as much as you loved them, you didn’t want to put everyone behind schedule due to your inability to handle your day to day life coupled with the demands of work.

However, as you heard the director call for places to be taken you wanted to reconsider.

Scarlett and Lizzie had already been shooting scenes this morning and now you were to join them they seemed happier.

Mary-Kate and Ashley sat down in Scarlett and Lizzie’s chairs to watch. Both twins had taken note of your sullen and quiet temperament also and were tasked by Lizzie with keeping an eye on you.

As you took your place you had forgotten your sunglasses which were still over your eyes. The director finished organising everything and before he called action he took notice of your unusual attire.

“L/n as much as I love the look, the sunglasses need to go kiddo.” He called and you buried a wince under your façade as you knew removing them would make everything ten times worse. But you had to if you wanted to keep up the pretence of wellness.

Taking a deep breath, you eased the sunglasses off your face and blinked in the harsh light. Your nausea increased and you swallowed down the thick feeling in your mouth, wishing you had some water to help.

A stagehand took your sunglasses and handed them to Ashley who has stood to get them for you before she returned to her seat.

Scarlett and Lizzie were observing you closely as they begun to cotton on to your less than perfect act of being ok.

Your eyes were still adjusting to the blaring lights, and you were trying to keep the nausea at bay. You truly felt awful. Your head pounded and there was a slight dizziness that came with each step you took. Your mouth was dry, and your stomach turned with each breath you took.

Doing your best to remain upright and keep your breakfast where it was you took slow measured breaths until you felt at least one percent better.

Schooling your features you did your best to get into character despite your condition.

The director called for quiet, and the set fell dead silent. The cameras began rolling and Scarlett and Lizzie delivered their lines perfectly. Doing your best to stay mentally present you did your best to give your lines. You nailed the first few scenes and you were beginning to think maybe you could get away with it all.

As you were internally celebrating your small victory you watched from the sidelines as Lizzie and Scarlett performed another of their scenes without your character.

Your stomach was still turning and the feeling of nausea which had begun to ebb hit you hard.

Feeling quite sick and dizzy you glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to you. The stage crew was busy running the scene and it seemed you were in the clear.

As the scene progressed the director was shooting a particular scene with harsh lighting. Still unsure where your sunglasses were, you felt the sick feeling in your stomach get ten times worse as they began amping up the lighting. They had background noise playing and coupled with the lighting you recognised your body’s signals to having enough.

Checking once more that nobody was paying any attention to you, you slipped away to the bathrooms. Know you were going to be sick was a terrible feeling and despite your best to keep it all down you knew you wouldn’t be able to much longer.

You hurried down the halls to the girl's bathroom and slipped inside. Forgetting to lock the door to the stall you sat next to the toilet and leant against the wall taking slow deep breaths in a last-ditch attempt to keep your breakfast.

As you sat on the floor still in costume and breathing slowly you heard the door to the bathroom open again. You recognised the voice of Mary-Kate echo around the stalls.

“Y/n? Are you in here?“ she asked, and you made a small noise before your stomach turned again and you leant over the bowl. As the first wave of sickness hit and you vomited you felt someone take your hair up and off your shoulders.

A soft hand rubbed circles on your back as you finished, spitting the gross taste out. Your head was pounding, and you felt truly gross.

“Shh your ok.” Mary-Kate said as you let out a small whine the pain in your head making everything worse as you clutched your temples. “Is it your head?” She asked softly and you managed a small nod.

You felt her slip something onto your face and you let out a small sigh as you recognised your sunglasses being put in their rightful place.

After a second you leant back against the wall.

“Done?” She asked kindly and you seesawed your hand back and forth to tell her you truly had no idea. Mary-Kate nodded and took a seat beside you on the floor. Luckily, they kept the bathrooms on set rather clean.

Mary-Kate hesitated for a second before gently pulling you into her side where you melted into her. Your head resting on her shoulder she gently played with your hair, and it felt nice despite the pounding in your skull.

“Your ok.” She said softly as she slipped her phone from her pocket. You let your eyes drift shut as you tired to remove yourself from it all.

You distantly heard Mary-Kate talking to someone and you couldn’t find it in your sick-self to pay any attention to her words.

You began to drift off the exhaustion of it all making you feel beyond tired.

Meanwhile Mary-Kate had dialled her twin to let her know what was going on. The twins had taken note of your absence as soon as you left and while Ashley went to check your trailer Mary-Kate had come to check the bathroom. They knew something was going on and they took their promise to Lizzie to look after you quite seriously.

Mary-Kate kept her voice down as she informed her sister of your status.

“Did you find her?” Ashley asked into the phone.

“Yeah, she’s not doing too good.” Mary-Kate replied.

“How so?” Her twin asked.

“I found her throwing up in the bathroom, I think she has a migraine.”

“Poor thing.” Ashley replied.

Mary-Kate hummed her agreement, her nails still gently massaging your scalp as you dozed lightly in her lap. “Can you get Lizzie in here when she’s done with her scene. And tell the director y/n’s sick and won’t be back for filming for a few days.”

“Sure thing. Which bathroom are you guys in?” Ashley responded.

“Main one on set. I don’t think she could have made it much further to be honest she not doing too good.” Mary-Kate whispered well aware you were pretty out of it.

“Alright. I’ll do that and Lizzie will be there soon, no doubt with Scarlett in tow.” Ashley said.

“Thanks Ash I’m gonna stay here with this one.” Mary-Kate said.

“You think she can move somewhere more comfortable?” Ashley asked.

Mary-Kate glanced down at your pale face despite the makeup. “I don’t think so just yet.” She said.

“Alright, love you sis. Keep her safe and we’ll be there soon.” Ashley said.

“Love you too.” Mary-Kate said, and they bid each other goodbye before hanging up.

As Mary-Kate shifted slightly to try and get more comfortable on the hard floor you let out a small whine as your head spun. Mary-Kate shushed you gently as she adjusted you to be better situated in her lap. You curled into her, your face now smushed into her chest as you clung to her like a small child.

“Your ok. It’s alright.” She assured you as you whined softly. The pain making it hard to think straight also made you act much more childish. “Lizzie will be here soon honey.” Mary-Kate said as she ran her nails up and down your back lightly as you were lulled back to a soft sleep.

It couldn’t have been even ten minutes later that the door to the bathroom burst open and a worried looking Lizzie appeared trailed closely behind by Scarlett who looked slighter calmer but still worried.

Unfortunately, the bang of the door made you jump and only made your head hurt more. As the spike of pain stabbed through your temples your stomach revolted once more.

Feeling hazy from the pain you gagged, still half laid in Mary-Kate’s lap. She was quick to sit you upright and position you in front of the toilet. You whimpered as you tried to fight it off.

You heard shuffling and low voices behind you as the person behind you switched places. A soft hand rubbed between your shoulder blades as another scooped the hair off the back of your neck and out of the way. It was Lizzie’s soft voice in your ear whispering reassurances as you heaved.

Nothing but bile came up and you had tears burning in your eyes from the effort. Your head was swimming. Distantly you heard Mary-Kate and Scarlett talking softly outside the stall. There was also a third voice in their conversation, and you assumed Ashley had followed the other two in.

Feeling exhausted you flopped back into Lizzie who was crouched behind you. Not expected you to put all your weight on her she fell on her butt and pulled you into her lap.

“Shhh honey, we’re here baby.” Lizzie whispered feeling your forehead with her cold hand. It brought you unexpected relief and you nuzzled into her palm, head resting on her chest behind you.

Your eyes fluttered shut feeling exhausted, sick and in pain.

After a moment you felt Lizzie readjust behind you as she pulled you into her lap properly, her body now leant against the wall behind her.

Scarlett looked into the stall and frowned slightly at the sight of you half asleep on the bathroom floor.

“How is she?” Scarlett asked softly.

“I think she’s done for now but she’s beyond tired.” Lizzie whispered back. “Where are the twins?”

“They went to set up our trailer for her. She’s not staying alone in her trailer when she’s this sick.” Scarlett said.

“‘M not sick.” You mumbled half listening and lifting your head slightly from Lizzie’s chest.

“Shh go to sleep silly girl, we’re here sweetie.” Scarlett shushed you gently and you rested you head back down once more prompting Lizzie to stroke her hands through your hair with a featherlight touch so as not to cause you any pain. You hummed exhaustedly as you drifted off again to state halfway between sleep and wakefulness.

Scarlett took a seat on the floor beside Lizzie as the two of them sat talking quietly while you dozed.

After another ten minutes the door to the bathroom opened softly to reveal Ashley.

“We set up Lizzie’s trailer for her. Mary-Kate went to try and find some Panadol for y/n/n. Is she good to relocate?” Ashley asked softly.

“I think so.” Lizzie said while Scarlett gently scooped you out of Lizzie’s lap and into her arms as she stood. Ashley came over and gently adjusted the sunglasses on your face.

“I got a sick bag from a medic incase she gets sick on the way back to your trailer and there’s a few extras in your trailer waiting for her.” Ashley said.

“Thank you so much.” Lizzie said as the four of you left the bathroom. Luckily you stayed asleep still throughly exhausted from the effort of being sick and in pain.

It was a short trip back and even despite having sunglasses on scarlet used a hand to shield your eyes from the sun. You were being held across Scarlett’s front with your head resting in the crook of her elbow. At some point Ashley had slid a pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears to help block out the noise as they passed through the bustling set.

The director had given them all a few days off knowing that Scarlett and Lizzie wouldn’t be willing to act if you were sick and left alone, them much rather being by your side looking after you.

When they made it to your trailer Lizzie opened the door for Scarlett and they all headed inside with you still in Scarlett’s arms.

The trailer had been set up perfectly. Blackout curtains blocked out most of the light but there was enough to see after letting their eyes adjust for a second. There were three sick bags on the bedside table along with a pack of Panadol rapid and a glass of water. The bed had been set up with blankets and pillows, looking perfect for a long day of cuddles.

Scarlett gently set you down on the bed and Lizzie laid down next to you as you immediately sought her out. Curling into her side and returning to a still and restful sleep Scarlett exchanged a few short words with Ashley, thanking her for everything before the twin left to find her other half.

Scarlett joined Lizzie on the bed, and you curled up between them.

“She’s so precious.” Lizzie said softly running her hands through your hair lightly so as not to wake you.

“Well always protect her.” Scarlett said.

“Of course. She’s, our kid.” Lizzie said.

“Do you think she’d ever want to make it official?” Scarlett asked.

“Like adoption?” Lizzie said looking excited at the idea.

“Yeah. I know her parents are … not what she needs.” Scarlett said.

“I think I’d love that. When she’s better we’ll have to ask her what she thinks.” Lizzie said looking down at you with nothing but love in her eyes. She pressed a soft kiss to your temple and traced a finger down your cheek. “I love you my babygirl.”

“We both do.” Scarlett echoed.

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Inconvience

〚 Day 15 - Sick in an Inconvenient Place〛

〚 Pairing - Lizzie Olsen x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - At least if she's sick, she's sick with you. (these summaries are getting worse, forgive me :,) 〛

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“It’s so busy.” A small voice groaned from the crook of your neck before she sniffled thickly, rubbing the edge of her nose against her wrist. 

Lizzie's soft whimper sent a shiver down your spine as you stood off to the side of the busy room. The flashing lights, the drumming of footsteps, and the buzz of excitement from the crowd were almost overwhelming. Comic-Con usually such a fun event, but it was becoming painfully clear that Lizzie's untimely bug had thrown a wrench into your plans. 

You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, trying to offer some comfort amidst the chaos. "I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry this had to happen now." Your voice was laced with concern as you felt her body shiver against yours. She looked stunning in her elegant gown, but her pale complexion and watery eyes told a different story. 

A soft, sounding sneeze suddenly escaped Lizzie, drawing attention from a nearby group of photographers. She blushed, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry," she sniffled thickly, rubbing the edge of her nose against her wrist. 

You reassured her with a gentle smile, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, love. It's not your fault.” She continued to lean on you for support, her body feeling unusually heavy as the two of you navigated through the sea of people. 

Before long the two of you had made to the designated meet up spot, and you could already see several of your co-stars chatting amongst themselves. You were all due to appear on a panel to answer some fan questions and talk about your upcoming show but from the way your wife was coughing beside you, you weren’t so sure that was going to happen. 

She had a persistent, raspy cough that punctuated her sentences, and her nose was becoming increasingly red and irritated from all the tissue use. As you approached your co-stars, their faces displayed a mix of concern and sympathy. 

The director of the series immediately noticed Lizzie's distress. "Hey you two!" he called out as he jogged over towards the two of you, his brows furrowing in worry. "You okay over there Lizzie?" 

She tried to put on a brave face, but her coughing fit gave her away. "I'm trying to be," she replied weakly, “I don’t think its working though.” 

The director exchanged a concerned look with your co-stars before turning back to Lizzie. "Listen, we can't have you on the panel like this. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to the fans. Your health comes first." 

Lizzie nodded, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "I know, but I don't want to let anyone down. People are expecting to see us all.” 

One of your co-stars, a close friend of both you and Lizzie, stepped forward. "Hey, don't worry about it. We'll handle the panel, and you just focus on getting better." 

Lizzie managed a weak smile, touched by their support. "Thank you, guys. I'm so sorry about this." 

As your co-stars began to discuss how to rearrange the panel without Lizzie, you guided her to a quieter area away from the crowd. You could tell she was disappointed, but you also knew that pushing herself in her current condition would only make things worse, so you took her hand in your own and began to journey back up to your hotel room. 

Before long the two of you made it back to the safety of you room and you watched as your wife flopped onto the bed, instantly crawling in and pulling the blanket around herself. You smiled and cupped her face in your hands and looked into her tired eyes. "You look so tired love." You sighed, taking off the shoes she’d neglected to remove. 

She leaned into your touch, her eyes welling up with tears. "I just hate that I'm ruining this, you love these events.” 

You brushed away a tear from her cheek with your thumb. "You're not ruining anything. And you’re right, I do love these events, but I love you more. Meaning you take priority here, over everything." 

Lizzie chuckled weakly, “You’re too sweet.” 

You leaned in and kissed her forehead, then her nose, which was now redder than ever. "I love you, Lizzie, even when you're sick in the most inconvenient places." 

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Reader has been pushing herself a little too much and it finally comes back to bite her.

Stressed and sick on set || 2.9K || F / SF / W / VW || platonic!reader

Reader gets a migraine on set and hides it from everyone. scarlett, Lizzie and the Olsen twins help you out.

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Reader is struggling with chronic illness and is having a bad day. Luckily Scarlett and Lizzie are there to help.

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When It Rains, It Pours

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〚 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. 〛

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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.

〘✧✧✧〙  

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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