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notsafeforlunch · 3 months ago

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The Caretaker - Emeto fanfiction

TW: emeto, sickness. These two have been my roman empire for the past few months and I decided to write down a moment of vulnerability between them that I imagined. I hope you like it, but if you didn't, please just scroll and don't be mean to me, please 🥹 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You were just amazing last night, babe. The crowd was insane. Everyone's talking about it" Travis said, checking the news on his phone. The soft glow of the Parisian afternoon filtered through the curtains. His eyes were twinkling, always amazed by his girl's performances and the comments about it afterwards.

Taylor smiled back, but it was faint. "What? Is there something wrong?" he asked, noticing how uncommonly her hand was resting on her midsection. "I don’t know. My stomach feels off." she admitted.

His expression shifted to concern, getting closer and evolving her in a loving hug. "Uh-oh, did we go too hard on the crepes for breakfast?" he joked, kissing her face. His eyes softened when she didn’t laugh. "Do you want me to get you something? Water, maybe?"

She nodded, grateful for his attentiveness. "Yeah, water might help. I’m hoping it’s just something small." She sat down on the bed. "I think I’m gonna lie down for a bit before we go out tonight, ok? Maybe a nap will do the trick."

"Good idea," he agreed, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "Take your time, I’ll be here."

She smiled softly, heading to the bed, and he watched her until she pulled the blankets over herself. Her eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion and discomfort mingling as she drifted off.

It looked like she had just closed her eyes when something woke her up. It was still bright outside, she could see it even through the fancy blackout curtains. She rolled over in bed, her eyes catching Travis standing by the balcony, talking on his phone. His voice was low, casual, he had no idea she could hear him:

"Yeah, man, it’s been incredible so far." he was saying, his eyes sweeping over the view of the Parisian rooftops. "We’re gonna take a stroll later, me and Tay, maybe grab dinner with a few friends of her. I'll let you know."

She shifted in bed, trying to decide if she should get up and join him or try to get back to sleep, since the nap hasn't been enough time to rest. As she moved, though, a familiar wave of nausea hit. She clutched her stomach, a groan escaping her lips.

Travis must have heard the sound because his voice hesitated on the line. "Hold on a sec, man," he said, turning his head towards the bed. "Babe, you good?"

Before she could even answer, the nausea overwhelmed her, and she bolted out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. The door swung shut behind her, and the muffled sounds of her retching echoed from inside.

Travis’s face tensed with concern. He hurried off the call, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I gotta go, something’s up with Taylor." He hung up, placing his phone on the nightstand as he quickly approached the bathroom door.

"Hey, Tay, you okay in there, babe?" he asked gently, knocking softly. He could hear her, the strained noises and the faint sound of running water as she attempted to steady herself. His heart sank a little.

"I thought I was, but…" she started, but the wave hit her again.

"Is it coming from down or upper?" he teased with a grin, trying to lighten the moment.

Taylor, despite her discomfort, let out a soft laugh. "Upper, thankfully. But it feels like everything’s upside down."

He opened the door cautiously, finding her leaning over the toilet, her face pale and beads of sweat clinging to her forehead. She looked up, flushing it, embarrassed but relieved to see him. "It’s just… ugh, this stupid stomach. I knew something was off"

Travis didn’t hesitate. "I'm sorry about that," he said, stepping closer and kneeling down, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "How about we get you back to bed, and I’ll bring some ginger tea? You barely even slept."

"I know, right? I've been down for what? Fifteen minutes?" There was concern in her face too, the fact that the nausea had woken her up right after closing her eyes.

"Yeah, twenty minutes or so. Jason called right when you fell asleep and he was still on the phone with me when you got up, so quick that it was" Travis said, getting up on his feet and pulling her up. She nodded, her expression softening. "I’m sorry, Trav… Maybe if I go to sleep again… I don't know, there's still time until the time we planned to leave, right? I can get better."

He shook his head, pulling Taylor in for a comforting hug. "Nah, none of that. We’ll take it easy tonight. We'll order room service and have a cozy night in. The city can wait."

"No, babe, really. I want to feel better. I want to go for a stroll around Paris with you. I've been dreaming about this all week."

Taylor couldn’t help but smile through the discomfort, around his loving arms. Travis always had this way of making things feel okay, even when they clearly weren’t: "It's ok. Rest for a while, when you're up again we see if we should stay or go." Said the footballer, as he helped her back to the bed.

A few hours later, Taylor stirred awake from her nap, blinking as she adjusted to the dimming Paris light. She stretched, feeling her body finally relax a bit after the rough past moments. The discomfort in her stomach had faded, and she was determined to make the most of the night. They were in Paris, after all.

“You sure you’re up for it?” he asked, watching while she showered, a protective look on his face. “Definitely. I feel so much better now” she assured him, putting on her brightest smile. Her eyes were full of determination, and Travis, always doing his best to support her, nodded.

“Alright, but only because you’re looking at me with those eyes” he grinned “And because you look this good naked in front of me.”

Both laughed. As soon as she finished the shower Taylor moved to the closet, letting the bathroom free for Trav. He entered, closed the door and busied himself in there, the buzz of his electric razor drifting out, a sound proof that he would take a while before showering, as he always did when it came to his beard.

Outside, the singer was pulling out a stunning dress she’d picked for the night and then applying her makeup carefully, every stroke feeling like an affirmation of her renewed energy. "I'm so glad I'm feeling better. Tonight will be perfect." she thought.

In the very end – as the sound of the shower was already on, inside the bathroom – she had just fastened her heels, and was ready to finish the look with her famous red lipstick, when a familiar twinge hit her again on this day, even stronger than before. Taylor paused, one hand on her stomach. She took a deep breath, trying to shake it off. "No, not again, please" she thought, looking at the closed bathroom door, closing her eyes and willing herself to push through.

The feeling intensified. She could hear Travis humming in the shower, and she didn’t want to bother or scare him. He’d been nothing but patient and sweet all day. She took another breath, steadying herself, but the wave of nausea surged, and this time, it wasn’t something she could ignore. She moved as quickly as she could toward the bathroom door, knocking.

“Trav? Babe, can you hurry up in there?, please” she called, her voice a little strained. There was too much noise inside with the strong jets of water from the fancy shower, he couldn't listen.

"Babe? Please!"

She knocked, even more strongly and received a silence back, as if the shower was shut off in a sudden, right before Travis opened the door, his lower body wrapped in a white towel, and a scared look on his face, taking one look at her: “Gonna be sick again?” he asked, his brows furrowing as she ran inside and tried to reach for the toilet, but it wasn't fast enough. The nausea overwhelmed her, and she spat a little on the floor on the way to the sink, that was closer. There, her slim body shuddered with each wave, finally letting it all out.

“Whoa, easy there, Tay,” Travis said, immediately moving to her side. He rubbed her back, his other hand holding her hair out of the way. "Alright, just let it out, babe. You'll feel better. Let it out" he encouraged, rubbing her back gently.

Wiping her mouth, Taylor said, mortified, reaching for the facial towel. “I’m so sorry… I thought I was fine.”

She shuddered, another wave coming up, and this time it was more intense. The noise that came with it was harsh. A retching sound that echoed in the bathroom, mixing with the splatter of the vomit hitting the ceramic basin. Her eyes watered, and she coughed, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Travis winced slightly at the sight but kept his hands on her back, offering steady support.

"Watch your step" he guided her – deviating from the puddle on the floor – to the border wall of the bath, where she could sit for a while, after all, while he cleaned up the little mess and dressed himself in the shirt and shorts he had just taken off before the shower and were still around.

"Babe, I'm sorry – she said, watching while he did the cleaning around – It's so gross and I'm really embarrassed."

Travis could see she was feeling miserable. He shook his head, calming her down: "It’s just human stuff, Tay. We all go through it. Don't feel bad". When the floor was clean enough, he approached her with gentle eyes: "Let's take off this dress, ok? Arms up.” said, softly, helping her out of the dress. The fabric, now damp and stained, slipped off her shoulders as he carefully peeled it away. "I like it better when I'm not sick while you do it, you know…" she mumbled and they both let out a mischievous laugh.

“We'll be back to doing it in no time, don't worry.” he replied, his eyes meeting hers with a soft smile “As soon as you're feeling better".

He reached for a washcloth and ran it under warm water, spreading it through Taylor's collar and shoulders. The touch was gentle and he was taking care to make her feel comfortable.

When he reached her hair, he grimaced. “Oh, babe, we’ve got a bit of a situation here.” He wiped away the remnants that had tangled in her hair. “Looks like Paris really left its mark tonight,” he joked, making her smile despite the situation. "Gross. Could you go get my pajamas while I take a shower and get this all off of me?" she asked, feeling strong enough to stand up and go to the shower again.

The night hadn't gone quite as planned, but even through the mess and the sickness, she felt better for knowing her boyfriend was, and would always be there for her, no matter what.

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notsafeforlunch · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Twists - Liv and Ash.

TW: emeto, sickness. This is my first published sickfic, I hope you like it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sunset lights cast a warm glow over the town as Asher drove towards the local cinema. A random Wednesday night had turned into an impromptu movie date for him and Olivia and they chatted animatedly about the film they were about to see, the excitement mirrored in the sparkle of their eyes and the shared laughter.

Asher, with his enthusiasm for special effects, shared his anticipation for the stunning visuals that the movie had been so popular for. Olivia, the romantic dreamer, eagerly talked about the potential love story woven into the narrative. They shared a brief, affectionate look, the promise of a day filled with enchantment unfolding before them.

He parked the car near the cinema entrance, and as soon as they got out of the vehicle, the aroma of buttered popcorn wafted through the air, igniting their senses. Olivia couldn't help but nudge Asher playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I can already taste that popcorn. Let's get a huge tub to share, okay?" "I wouldn't want it any other way, babe" he said, placing a kiss on top of her head, effortlessly, due to the height gap between them, as they strolled hand in hand towards the line of the concession stand, where they exchanged fondlings until it was their time to order. A colossal bucket of popcorn to share, accompanied by a large coke for each.

Finding their seats in the dimly lit theater, they settled in. The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the movie, and they snuggled into their seats, eager for the cinematic adventure to unfold.

The movie transported the audience into a mystical realm filled with towering castles, lush landscapes, and mythical creatures. The special effects were nothing short of spectacular, captivating viewers from the first frame. Liv looked up to see Asher eyes sparkling, because she just couldn't handle how sweet he looked, amazed by something she knew he liked so much. He pulled her closer, when he noticed her loving eyes towards him

The breathtaking landscapes and thrilling action sequences were punctuated by moments of genuine emotion. Olivia, realizing she hadn't eaten since lunch, dug into the popcorn with newfound enthusiasm. The crunching sounds filled the quiet moments of the film as she devoured the popcorn.

"SO delicious!" she whispered to him, rolling her eyes with pleasure, licking her own buttery fingertips. "Don't you want some?" Asher chuckled, accepting the popcorn. "Thanks, Liv. You really know how to enjoy your snacks."

Throughout the film, Olivia and Asher couldn't help but share other whispered comments and excited glances about the scenes. The chemistry between the main characters sparked a sense of awe and admiration, mirroring the connection Olivia and Asher felt in their own lives.

However, as the movie progressed, Liv's initial excitement gave way to an unexpected sensation. A subtle discomfort crept into the pit of her stomach, causing her to shift uneasily in her seat. At first, it was a gentle flutter, an inconspicuous whisper of discomfort that she attempted to brush off, determined not to ruin the day for Asher.

She shifted in her seat, adjusting the angle of her legs and fidgeting with the straw of her Coke. As the minutes passed, the sensation morphed into a persistent knot, tightening with each passing moment and a feeling of uncomfortable warmth growing bigger and bigger. Olivia discreetly pressed her hand against her stomach, hoping the pressure would alleviate the growing unease.

Beside her, Asher noticed something was off. "Liv, everything okay?" he asked with concern etched across his face. Forcing a smile, she nodded. "Yeah, just a little off. Shouldn't have eaten so much popcorn so fast. But don't worry, I'm fine." Unconvinced, Asher reached for her hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles. Olivia welcomed the gesture, hoping the gentle touch would quell the rising discomfort. Yet, the uneasy sensation persisted, growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

Attempting to distract herself, she turned her attention back to the movie, but the queasiness persisted. The vibrant colors on the screen seemed to blur as her focus wavered. Feeling a subtle dizziness, she stretched her neck, hoping to alleviate the tension that had crept into her muscles.

"Are you sure you're okay, boo?" Olivia was thankful for Asher's caring nature, but remained adamant. "I'm fine, Ash, really. Let's just enjoy the movie. It'll pass."

Asher couldn't shake off his concern, sensing something was amiss. "Is it really just your stomach or is there something else?" From the rapidly changing lights and colors in the room, he couldn't tell for sure, but Olivia's face looked a little pale. "I don't know, I feel kinda hot." She confessed, despite her extremities; hands and feet; seemed colder than ever. Concerned, Asher touched her face, as if checking for a fever. His touch felt warmer and drier than her skin, which led her to conclude that she was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Let's go home." he said, preparing to move. "No! It's the middle of the movie, what are you thinking?" she answered, reaching for his arm to keep him from standing up. He nodded, taking a deep breath. "If you're doing it because of me, don't worry, Liv. I'd rather take you home than have you suffer through this. We can come back and watch the movie another time." She held his hand once more: "It will pass. I promise. If it doesn't, I'll let you know and we can go."

In a final attempt to distract herself, Olivia took a sip of Asher's coke, hoping the effervescence might settle her stomach. Yet, the sensation of nausea persisted, growing more pronounced and impossible to ignore. Minutes later, a wave of lightheadedness washed over her, and she subtly gripped the armrests of her seat.

She could hear the people laughing from a funny scene, but couldn't even tell what the funny line was. She had her eyes closed, trying to focus on her breathing, but nothing seemed to help.

Feeling the onset of an unwelcome ordeal, Olivia finally turned to Asher with a defeated expression and a tearful tone: "Babe, I'm so sorry, but I really don't feel well now. I think we should go."

Quick as an arrow, Asher stood up, completely ignoring the fact that people in the back rows might have a partially impaired view of the screen. "Come here, let's get you home." he stretched out his hands towards his girlfriend to help her stand. "Can you walk?" Asher asked, willing to carry her if necessary. "Yeah, yeah, let's just… go."

As they made their way out of the dimly lit movie theater, the hallway's bright lights felt harsh against Olivia's sensitive eyes. The unease in her stomach had escalated, and a subtle dizziness had turned into a disorienting sway. Asher, then, wrapped a supportive arm around her, steadying her as they navigated through the bustling crowd.

With each step, Olivia leaned on her loving boyfriend, appreciating his strength and stability.

Reaching the car, Asher opened the passenger door and gently guided Liv into the seat. He leaned the seat backward, allowing her to recline a bit, hoping it would provide some relief. Olivia sighed, grateful for the gesture, and closed her eyes, attempting to find comfort in the darkness behind her eyelids.

"How does that make you feel? Better or worse?" He inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Olivia took a moment to assess the change. The reclined seat offered a brief reprieve from the overwhelming discomfort, but the underlying unease persisted. She managed a faint smile and answered: "A little better, thanks. I think I just need a moment."

"I'm right here." He said. The subtle hum of the car engine and the distant chatter from the cinema's exit created a cocoon of tranquility around them. Some minutes later, she exclaimed: "I think I can make it home now, babe. Please."

With that, Asher put the seatbelt on her, closed the passenger door, walked around to the driver's side, and started the car. The engine's purr filled the air as they began the journey home.

"Oh no!" Liv exclaimed, minutes later, feeling the swaying motion of the car bringing all her nausea back. She clutched her stomach, a desperate attempt to contain the heaves. Asher glanced at her with concern, his focus momentarily shifting from the road. "What 's wrong?"

Liv forced herself to sit up, despite the reclined seat and the rattling of the car over a bumpy street, pressing her lips together, unable to answer, determined to avoid any embarrassing moments in the confined space of the car. Asher kept asking multiple times what was wrong, trying to focus on both her and the road. Her hand fumbled around the interior of the car and the front door pocket, looking for a plastic bag. With a quick glance at the glove compartment, she reached for it and opened it in haste, but couldn't find anything there.

"Babe, talk to me. What do you need? Are you going to throw up?"

She nodded weakly, unable to muster the strength to speak.The swaying of the car combined with the bumpy street had pushed her to her limit, and she desperately tried to keep everything under control.

"Damn, there's nowhere to stop." Ash said to himself, desperately hoping to pull over so his girl could relieve herself. Responding swiftly, with a mix of urgency and determination, he managed to reach his arm back to the floor of the back seats, grabbing a small shopping bag that he knew had been left there.. Liv was now in full distress, her face turning green and her groans getting louder.

"Here" he said, handing it to Liv.

She gratefully accepted the bag, relief washing over her face. In a swift motion, she positioned the bag just in time as her body gave in to the nausea.

The quiet confines of the car were abruptly shattered by a series of guttural sounds. Just when Olivia thought she couldn't endure it any longer, the next wave hit with a force that nearly sent her sprawling. A surge of stomach-churning heaves expelled a much larger volume, her belly contracting.

Each heave was a forceful expulsion, leaving Liv feeling momentarily weightless before the next wave hit. The cramps in her belly tightened and released in sync with the violent contractions, creating a relentless rhythm of discomfort. Gasps for breath punctuated the symphony, revealing the toll the ordeal was taking on her.

"Oh my God, finally." Finally spotting a quieter side road, Asher made a swift turn, the car coming to a stop. He opened the door by his side and jumped out the car, running to the other side and opening Liv's door as well. "I'm so sorry, baby girl." he said, caressing her back, his heart breaking for seeing her in such suffering.

The involuntary burps that followed each heave only added to the disconcerting symphony of bodily functions. Nothing was coming out anymore, but she had her face positioned in the center of the opened bag, now filled with body fluids and pieces of undigested corn husk.

Olivia, then, felt a surge of terrible remorse. The weight of embarrassment and vulnerability settled heavily upon her, and she avoided meeting Asher's gaze for a moment.

On the other hand, his eyes softened, reflecting not judgment but a compassionate understanding. "Can I do something for you? Maybe get you some water?" she shook her head. "Let me throw this away." Ash asked for the plastic bag, afraid that the sight from the inside could make Liv even sicker.

She then led the gross bag to him and he walked a few steps far to throw it away in a toter cart in front of a house nearby.

"Hey, are you crying?" he asked, noticing that she was sobbing, both hands covering her face, when he came back. "No, no, babe. You're scaring me. Why do you cry?"

His face shifted from concern to a deeper worry, gently reaching for her hands, urging her to lower them.

"I... I don't know. I'm just embarrassed, and I hate that this happened. It 's so gross. I am sorry, Ash. I ruined our movie date."

Asher's expression softened with relief. He was genuinely scared that her crying had something to do with the sickness, terrified of the idea that she could be in pain.

"You didn't ruin anything, Livy, none of this is your fault. You can't blame yourself for being sick." he gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek "I care about you, more than anything. More than about a little mess in the car or a movie that I can still watch afterwards. Ok? Don't be sorry."

Olivia nodded, appreciating the reassurance and compassion in her partner's words.

"My real concern now is… do I have to take you to a hospital? Call your parents? Has it ever happened to you before?"

He wanted to know, feeling that this episode had been more than just an upset stomach thing.

"I've had a blood pressure drop once, back home. It just wasn't as bad as today, but my eyesight got blurry and I threw up in the shower" she said, remembering the last time she felt bad "Argh! It was gross, too. It doesn't require a doctor, though. And calling my parents would only make them worry, so I think… Just take me home, Ash. You've done enough for me for a lifetime."

Asher understood Liv's reluctance to involve her parents or seek medical help, but he also felt the need to ensure her safety. "I know you just want to rest, after everything, but I can't just leave you alone" He then proposed an alternative. "So, you either come to my house, so I can keep a closer eye on you, or I stay the night at your place to be with you in case something happens. What's your choice?"

Liv, a bit taken aback by the prospect of spending the night alone with her relatively new boyfriend, felt a sudden surge of anxiety. The idea of such intimacy in their fledgling relationship made her slightly rigid.

"Nothing that you don't want is going to happen. I promise." He said, touching her hand "I know we planned a special night for our first night together, but we can still have it, another day. Tonight we're only going to rest."

Asher's calming words and considerate approach helped to ease Liv's nerves. She took a deep breath, appreciating his genuine concern and the sincerity in his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. "Okay, let's go to your place then. Thank you."

With a reassuring smile, he walked back to the driver's seat and started the car, their destination now determined.

The unexpected turn of events had brought about a new level of intimacy in their relationship, proving that even in the face of challenges, love and care would be the foundation of their journey together.

"You know what? I think we're doing it right." Ash said, looking at her with a fond look, as she asked: "Why so?"

"In sickness and in health. The vow has to start somewhen..."

He then blinked one of the eyes in her direction, guiding the car with one hand and pulling the other one to her tights. "...And for us, it might have started today."

#emeto #emeto fic #sick story #sickfic #liv and ash #emetofic

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