was in the hospital for a complex ovarian cyst and then got home at 2am and puked so big i burst half the capillaries in my face and now im doing an interview to work at target #POWER
Inspired by @shattered-sky and their work, Solace.
Convention Burnout
When you pull up outside the airport. You find him waiting smoking a cigarette. He looks so drained and tired. Hat pulled low over his eyes. Standing as if he’s trying to curl into himself. He was only gone for the weekend but it had felt like forever to the both of you. You smile as you see him wearing the travel comfort hoodie you got him for Christmas that you saw on TikTok and thought it’d be perfect for him. The light blue color helps him stand out among the beige and plain colors of fellow travelers. You honk the horn and he looks up. You watch as he stomps out his cigarette into the ground. Before making his way to the passenger side of the car. You open up the trunk so he can get his big suitcase in the back. As he closes the trunk. He goes and gets into the passenger seat. Immediately he reaches for your hand to kiss it.
“Hi my dear.” You say with a a smile. “Look what I got.”
You gesture towards a bag of Tim Horton’s Timbits and the coffee holder with his Double Double and your Oreo iced cappuccino.
“God I married the right person.” He says with a smile. He leans over and kisses your head. “Thank you.” He says with a smile. He takes off his hat and tosses it into the backseat and grabs his coffee. His stomach gurgles.
“Hungry?” You ask. As you pull away from the airport.
He shakes his head and rubs his stomach.
“No stomachs been feeling weird.” He says tiredly.
“Weird how?”
“Like Puking and diarrhea on the plane. I thought it was just once but it wasn’t.” He says.
“Why didn’t you text me? I wouldn’t have brought you the food or coffee. It won’t help you.”
Hayden takes a few cautious sips of the coffee anyway.
“It’s ok. Like I said I thought it would only be once. Besides I missed Tim’s.”
He says as his belly continues to gurgle unhappily. He puts the coffee down and resumes rubbing his stomach.
“We can put everything in the fridge when we get home. If you start feeling sick let me know.”
He nods and the the ride settles into comfortable silence which you know Hayden needs to slowly start to recharge himself from the long weekend present with many people. You know he needs quiet in order to reset and thankfully you both understand that. Most days when the both of you are just relaxing at home. It’s quiet other than the tv on low.
Hayden’s stomach gurgles throughout the drive home and you worry he might need you to pull over. But thankfully you make it home without incident.
You help him with his things. Before bringing in the food and coffee and putting it in the fridge for the time being. Hoping this bug won’t last long.
You hear him step into the downstairs bathroom then the unmistakable sound of him vomiting. Which makes you cringe.
When he comes out he’s panting heavily.
“You alright?”
He shakes his head and groans
“No ended up shitting too.”
“Oh baby come here.”
You pull him into your embrace and rub his back.
“Let’s get you up to bed yeah? You’ll be more comfortable.”
He nodded as you helped him get off his shoes and jacket before helping him up to the master bedroom.
Once you get him comfortable in bed he sighs.
“I wish I didn’t get sick each time I get burnt out.” He says tiredly.
“I know but places like that are pretty germy.” You remind him. As you grab the weighted blanket from the closet to wrap him up in.
He coughs. “It’s worth it for the fans but I feel so awful.”
You nod and kiss his forehead.
“I know my dear.” You say softly.
You set up the puke bucket onto a towel next to his side of the bed.
"I hate throwing up," he says weakly upon seeing the puke bucket.
"No one likes how it feels bubba. I can’t imagine how bad it felt on the flight.”
You go and crawl beside him knowing all he wants is to be held.
He snuggles close to you as his stomach continues to gurgle.
You gently rub his stomach and he settles down and falls asleep in your arms.
He manages sleep for a few hours while you watch tv. Until his stomach wakes him up.
He groans and burps.
“How we doing mm?” You ask as he slowly wakes up.
“Not good feel like I might be sick.”
He coughs and gags harshly. Quickly but carefully you help him sit up. He grabs the puke bucket and immediately vomits.
“That’s it good baby good. That’s it honey.” You soothe as he emptied his sick stomach.
Despite him getting sick his stomach still was very upset and gurgling.
You rub his back as he heaved until the stream of vomit became spit and then dry heaving.
“Oh God it hurts.” He whined.
You grab a tissue and wipe his mouth.
“Good job that help at all?”
He shook his head and groaned. You grabbed the bucket to go clean it up.
He squirms uncomfortably in bed.
“Need the bathroom.” He groans as he hugs his sickly bloated middle.
“Alright alright. Give me one second.” Quickly you rinsed the bucket out and went to put it back by the bed. While Hayden went to use the bathroom.
When he comes out a few minutes later. He looks even more exhausted.
“Bad?” You ask.
He nodded and made his way to bed.
You help him get comfortable next to you. He nuzzles you once he’s settled.
“I hate convention burnout. I know I’m an introvert, so it’s supposed to happen to me. But it sucks, and I get sick on top of it. I have fun, but then I have to be miserable when I get home. That’s not fair to you.” He says sadly.
"Oh, Hayden sweetheart, being an introvert means any group socialization is hard for you. It’s ok.” You soothe.
He nods
“I know it just bothers me how tired I get. It’s like a full body tired thing.”
You nod and crawl next to him in bed. He snuggles close and buries his head against your neck. Soon your shirt feels wet and you realize he’s crying.
“Hey it’s ok sweetheart what’s wrong?”
“I hate being so tired!” He wailed.
“Hayden having a low social battery is not a bad thing. Yes it’s exhausting but it means you just need some more time to yourself and that’s totally okay. I know it doesn’t feel like it.” You tell him. “Besides you being an introvert means you come home and you’re all mine.” You say as you kiss his head. He lifts his head to look at you.
“You mean it?”
You smile and nod as you use your thumb to wipe his tears and then feel his forehead with your palm. “Of course I mean it my love.”
“Your quite warm. I’ll get the thermometer to check that temp.”
He nods and moves aside to roll over so he can sit himself up against the headboard while you got up to grab the thermometer from the bathroom medicine cabinet.
He coughs and thumps his chest.
“Feels like something is stuck?” You ask. As you come back with the thermometer.
He nods.
“Throat hurts too.”
You nod
“We’ll do water and medicine in a bit yeah? Let’s see what your temperature is first.”
He opens his mouth and you place the thermometer under his tongue. He holds the thermometer in his mouth. You brush the hair out of his face as you wait for the thermometer to alert to his higher temperature.
Once it beeps you take it out.
“102.8 no wonder you feel icky.” You say as you put the thermometer on the nightstand. “Did you feel warm when you woke up this morning?” You ask as you go to rinse the thermometer and put it back.
He nods “yeah didn’t think of it at the time until I was getting sick on the flight.”
You nod.
“Nap or meds first?”
“Cuddle and nap please?” He asks weakly.
“Sure sweet boy.” You smile softly as you crawl next to him and he immediately snuggles up to you and you wrap your arms around him and kiss his head.
“Je vous aime.” He mumbled in French as he fell asleep.
“Love you too Hayden.” You said as he fell asleep in your arms. Finally recovering from a long weekend.
Sick fic where Shen Jiu's broken core means that he can still get sick and so one CQM sect meeting he and Liu Qingge get in a fight and he pukes on Liu Qingge, on purpose, to win an arguement.
Shen Jiu, staring at Yue Qingyaun with wet eyes: Qi-ge, I frew up
Liu Qingge, robes covered in vomit, hurrying after SJ: Get back here, Shen Jiu!
I was always fascinated with my paraphilias, even as a kid. For example, I was wayyy too into books where characters overate or got sick. I also have some art and stories I made as a kid, and surprise surprise, they all feature overeating and vomiting. Aaaand now I'm a raging feedist and emetophile 👍
I'm not sure when I first heard the term paraphile, I was around 11-12. (cheers to unsupervised internet access...) But as soon as I learned what 'emetophilia' was, I knew I was one.
