#cg!bde

[kiankiwi]

Need Him

CG!elvis x reader

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night sick and little

TW: Vomit

You were 75% sure you were big. At least, you went to bed that way. But as you looked at the clock, which read 4:15 am, you were sure you were about to slip. Your head was pounding, your mouth quickly started tasting like acid and you needed to get to the bathroom NOW before you made a mess.

You crawled out of bed, careful not to make too much noise and wake your husband and caregiver, Elvis.

You only took a few steps before you wobbled.. you knew you needed your daddy..

"El... Elvis... daddy!" Elvis startled awake, rubbing his face. "What, god what?!" You sniffled mistaking daddy's sleepy tone as mad. Oh no, he didn't want you to wake him.. But you needed him. You always needed daddy's help when you were sick and little. You always need him but especially when you don't feel well.

"Baby, what's the matter? What's going on?" Elvis asked as he sat up. He was still trying to figure out what headspace you were in.

"H-help.." You hiccuped, trying not to puke all over. "Help? Help with what honey?" You clutched your tummy and that's all Elvis needed as he saw how miserable and sweaty you were. "Okay, okay baby, cmon, to the bathroom, go go go." Elvis scooped you up and hurried you to the bathroom and sat behind you as you hunched over the toilet.

"Daddy! I'm scared!" You yelped as you tried to keep your body from doing what it inevitably needed to do.

"I know sweetheart... I know. But you need to let it out. It's only going to hurt worse if you keep it in... daddy's not gonna leave okay? I'm staying right here with you..." Elvis tried to reassure you as you started to shake.

"I know it's terrible little one but it's coming.... just let it out..." You waved your hand around frantically behind you as you tried to find daddy's hand. Elvis squeezed both your hands to help calm you. Even just a tiny bit.

Finally, Elvis breathed a sigh of relief as you began to retch.

"D-d-daaaaaaaaaaaaa!" You screamed through retching and sobs. "I know my sweetheart... shhhhh, you're nearly there. Daddy's not going anywhere." After a few more minutes, you finally leaned back into Elvis's broad chest and tried to catch your breath.

"I know baby... but you'll feel better so soon. You poor thing... You all done or do you have more?" Elvis asked as he rubbed your belly.

"A-all done.." Elvis nodded and rose from the floor, got a washcloth and rubbed your face. "Does that feel better?"

"Nnnnnngh..." You whined. "I know, I know sweet one.." Elvis tossed the washcloth onto the counter and grunted as he picked you up and settled you on his hip.

"I know you’re sleepy but lets get you some water first..." Elvis whispered as he kissed your head.

"Oh sir is everything alright?" Mary, Elvis's cook asked. "Yes Mary, little one doesn't feel very well... she just needs some water. I can get it." Mary nodded and cupped your face as he walked by into the kitchen and grabbed a sippy cup filling it with cold water. "There we go baby, slow slips 'member." You nodded taking a few sips as Elvis brought you straight back to bed and tucked you in.

***

BOOM a sickfic for my best friend! I know I'm rusty but sickfics are my favorite.

[kiankiwi]

i’ve been having thoughts about sick lil aus having an accident on daddy’s lap while they’re watching cartoons. and maybe maybe he gets scared cause his last caregiver punished him when he had an accident

Sick embarrassed baby!

***

Sure, Austin was a bit fussy upon waking up and finding out he had to go to daycare. Because daddy had a long day of studio time ahead. And that was rotten and unfair to him. He hated daycare! He hated the food, he hated that he could never make friends there.

Elvis thought he was just being fussy because he knew he was headed to daycare for the day but really his belly hurts and his head hurt and he was utterly exhausted. Would he tell his caregiver? Absolutely not. Because he was mad at El for dropping him off for the day anyway.

It was only two hours later when Elvis got an urgent call from the daycare explaining that Austin had thrown up all over himself. They said they suspected it was a stomach bug and to come get him immediately and that's all it took to have Elvis racing to his car and down to the daycare.

Twenty minutes later, they brought Austin out who was wearing his extra clothes and still snuffling sadly. Elvis cooed with welcome arms. "Oh baby, what happened? What's the matter?" Elvis questioned the little as he held him, but looked up at the daycare attendee that had brought him out of his classroom.

The daycare attendant started relay the events. "Poor thing was feeling sluggish all day and complaining of his belly. I let him lay on his cot early and ended up throwing up." "Thank you, I'll take him home now." Elvis said as he rubbed Austin's back. "C'mon baby, it's alright. No one's mad. We'll get you home and taken care of, it's all okay..."

Austin was a little fussy on the way home due to the loss of contact of his daddy. He needed snuggles and he needed them now.

"DADA!" He screamed, reaching forward with his whole body out of his carseat. Only calmed down slightly when Elvis reached back and stroked his little socked foot. Aus had immediately ditched his shoes in the foot of the car before daddy could even pull away from the daycare.

"We're almost there baby. We're almost home..." Elvis assures his little boy. "Is it the car? Is it making your belly hurt?" Elvis sighed as his question was met with a sad little nod. "Okay baby... five more minutes.."

"Pops?" Austin asked, pointing out the window toward their mansion. Elvis knew pops means Austin was asking about the paparazzi in his headspace toddler speak. "No baby, Uncle Jerry handled it. There's no paps baby. Don't you worry. Daddy will get you inside."

Inside, once Austin was settled on couch, changed into a fresh pair of jammies and pull up, cozy, he had his puke bowl ready, remote close by, all he wanted was daddy's snuggles and how could Elvis say no to his sicky baby?

"Alright you little germ monster... whatdya wanna watch, hmm?" Elvis asked as Austin snuggled up comfortably on his daddy's lap. "Mm. Spongebob please?" Austin asked softly. "Whatever you want baby..." Elvis replied as he clicked around finding the requested cartoon.

A few episodes later, Elvis could feel his ill little relaxing... maybe too much as he could smell the moment Austin had an accident. Probably due to his stomach being upset. Elvis took care to not draw attention to it and just rubbed his back while he waited for his baby to finish.

Seconds after, Austin gave a tired little relieved sigh, he began to fuss again and kick his legs. "DADDY! I'm sooooooooooorry..." Austin sobbed as he scooched over, off Elvis's lap and pressed his face into the arm of the couch to hide. Elvis just rubbed his back. "What baby? What's the matter?" Elvis played dumb even though he could smell the problem so as to spare his baby some shame and embarrassment. "I... I... potty." He whimpered into the furniture.

"Oh baby, that's alright. You've got a pull up on. That's what those are for right? You're feeling unwell... these things happen. Now baby why are you hiding? Don't hide..."

Elvis leaned closer which caused Austin just to ball up further and screech.

Elvis startled. This wasn't his baby.

"Baby... nothing's wrong. You went potty. And that's perfectly okay. There's no need to hide." Elvis tired to reassure him. "Trouble!" Austin all but wailed. "Baby, no, you're not in any trouble for going potty. You have a pull up on. You need it and that's what it's there for okay? You will never be in trouble for having an accident or going potty. Ever. Why would you?" Elvis asked, concerned.

"L-last..." Aus hiccuped.

"Oh... your last caregiver... punished you for going potty in your...?" A confirming nod. "Oh sweet boy... that's not right at all. Baby can you look at me?"

Austin wiped his nose as he finally looked at his daddy. "I'm sorry your last caregiver did that Austin. That is not right. At all. You did exactly what you were supposed to do, going potty and you shouldn't be punished for that. I love you. I care for you okay? I'm never going to punish you for going potty. Now, can I please get you cleaned up? Your pants can't be comfy little man."

Austin leaned over and grasped Elvis's hand. "No trouble?" He asked shakily.

"No baby. I don't mind changing you and you're not in trouble at all. Can I change you please?" Austin nodded, wanting to be held. "Okay, sweet boy. Let's get your bum changed." Elvis said as he picked his boy up and brought him to the nursery.

***

Two in one day! Woooo!!!

@mooodyblue

[kiankiwi]

(CG BDE) Imagine if we're backstage with E while he's getting ready for a show, and we're begging him to let us help brush his hair or find his jewelry or something like that.

Yes! He knows we love being daddy’s little helper. He gives us little things to be in charge of! Like “you’re in charge of coloring daddy a pretty picture for him when he gets off stage” or “this is very important, you’re in charge of giving daddy his after show hug!”

We always love to pin his cape to his suit and he LOVES our opinions on his suits and his fashion so whenever he finishes getting ready, he always gives us a lil spin and he’s like “whatcha think baby? Do you like it” and we always say he’s so handsome of course!

[kiankiwi]

I've been sick all week, so how would,

(BDE!cg) take care of little

I hope headcanons are okay!

He'd be reminding to constantly be drinking water or gatorade and if you refuse to drink anything, he'll still try to get you to suck on a popsicle

He'll sit with you for however long it takes to eat even just a half bowl of soup and you eye him to make sure he blows on the spoonful

You'll often whine and groan until Elvis takes his shirt off so you can contact nap.

He's very scared whenever you cough because it usually ends with you projectile vomiting milk on him. He's learned to put a towel over his shoulder whenever you manage to drink a full bottle of milk

He's learned to dodge and weave the puke but you've got good aim

Once he finally gets you In the cold bath, he tries to distract you with toys and bath crayons the best he can while he waits as long as you can stand it to get your fever down

Lots of cracker mush on top of your soup

And lots of gingerale and ginger candy to help your tummy

Elvis always knows when you don't feel good because you start tugging your ears and ASKING for a nap

He'll get out the sick bucket and you'll carry it from room to room with you while you still have the energy to play

But you always end up falling asleep standing up with your upper half on the couch cushion with the puke bucket next to your head

Elvis always laughs at how silly your bed head looks since you've been napping and sleeping so much

He will not let you sleep in your crib while you're ill - only in daddy's bed so he can monitor your fever and comfort you in case the fever gives you bad dreams

SO! MUCH! LAUNDRY!

And he knows you're so apologetic whenever you puke on him by accident but he comforts you and reassures you it's okay because you can't help it. "Better out than in lovie. Daddy's here to take care of you I promise"

You want to constantly be held, even if you're too hot and your fevers raging

***

I hope this was okay <3 I hope you feel better

[kiankiwi]

(CG BDE) Imagine E constantly having to gently pull us away from the Christmas tree because we keep crawling to it to try and open the presents early.

YES!!! I can totally see him watching us crawl past him and he just grabs onto our onesie and pulls it back once we get too close to the tree and it just cracks Jerry or anyone else up who sees it. OR he sees us going for the tree and he's like "Aht! Aht! Aht! THOSE AREN'T FOR YOU" so for now he's learned to wait to put them under the tree on christmas eve solely because of us

I love CG!BDE so much

[kiankiwi]

(CG BDE) Imagine E putting us down for a nap, and us grabbing his hand after he tucks us in, whining because we don't want him to leave.

We’re always afraid he’ll leave and we’ll wake up alone or with just the maid or one of the guys so often, we beg during naptime to sleep in his bed with him (we know he’s probably tired too and would love to rest for a while!) so we can cuddle with him and lay on top of him so he can’t leave.

We sometimes fight our naps if he puts us in the crib and will absolutely scream ourselves hoarse to come back to get us. He sometimes just has to turn off the light and leave the room and we’ll cry ourselves into a biiiiig exhausted nap

[kiankiwi]

(CG BDE) I feel like if we're upset or pouty, E won't hesitate to sing something silly like this to cheer us up when it's just the two of us lol!

(In all seriousness though, I feel bad for him having to sing this; I feel like you can hear the anger in his voice towards the end of the song. I cannot fathom how they got him to do it.)

https://youtu.be/kNG-BlH-PWY?si=_zaSPwatzxSWwGW0

He has no problem doing silly songs like this to cheer us up or make us giggle but I have no idea how they got him to do that in a movie… probably the colonel 😡 “you have no choice, my boy”

And Elvis has no problem singing to us when we’re fussy or needing to just be rocked for a bit, even if he’s in front of the guys

[kiankiwi]

(CG BDE) Imagine E getting mad at us for something like talking back at him but the moment we give him the puppy eyes, he just can't resist but give in :(

yeeeeeees! we love to give him attitude or sometimes we're genuinely mad at him for not spending enough time with him or something like that. But yes, if we ever get in trouble, the first thing we try is the puppy eyes as he's going to take us to time out and usually it works but sometimes if the thing that got us in trouble was that bad he's like "awww, wait no, you gotta go in time out baby, you gotta learn you can't be doing that"

But he folds about 75% of the time unless we've done something really bad