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.
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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.
someone gave the little guy battery acid. i uh. think that says enough about how the audience is reacting to this little guy’s existence. the tenna i’m working with was in a state of panic for SEVERAL hours. and that’s just the worse incident.
Oh dear. Spam?
Battery acid? Ah… yeah, I’d be worried. Hatchlings shouldn’t consume battery acid, but in my experience that gets puked up by them in a couple of hours. Some encouragement or gentle patting might help get it out of the little one’s system in future cases. Otherwise, I’d just make sure to keep an eye on the audience and the little one.
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Anakin felt weird when he woke up. A headache and his stomach was bothering him too. The nausea was making him feel dizzy and even though he was laying down. It felt like the room was spinning.
He slowly tried to get up but as soon as he was on his feet. The nausea hit hard he had to stumble to the fresher to be violently sick and puke up the entirety of his stomach contents. Which hadn’t been much but it still didn’t feel great coming back up.
Once he finished he flushed his mess and went to splash water on his face and try to settle himself down. He felt more dizzy than he had when he had been in bed. He knew Padme was up with the kids getting them ready for school. He could hear them from the master fresher.
He slowly made his way out of the fresher and out of the bedroom to go down the hall to the kitchen where Padme was finishing helping the kids get ready for school.
“Morning dad.” Luke said as he grabbed his box lunch from his mom.
“Dad you don’t look so good.” Leia commented.
Padme looked up and noticed Anakin’s pale face, dark circles under his eyes and how he was leaning against the wall to stay upright.
“I don’t feel so good.” Anakin said weakly.
“You don’t look so good. Kids go wait in the speeder I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Ok bye mom feel better dad.” The twins said as they grabbed their things and headed out to the speeder.
Padme felt his cheek and forehead.
“Oh ani my love you’re burning.”
“Stomach hurts and my head.” He whined.
Padme frowned
“Are you nauseous?” She asked.
“Puking already started.” He said.
“Oh honey go back to bed I’ll take the day off after dropping off the kids ok?”
“But session is not over.” He said.
“They won’t mind my dear. Trust me.” She kissed his feverish forehead and helped him back to their room and got him settled into bed. Before leaving to take the kids to school.
Anakin somehow managed to fall asleep for a while until Padme got home and his stomach woke him up. He rushed into the fresher to throw up.
Immediately Padme was at his side rubbing his back and wiping his tears.
“Easy Anakin breathe my dove.” She cooed as she rubbed his back. Once he was done. She grabbed a tissue to wipe his face.
“Oh you really are sick my dear.” Padme said softly.
Padme sat down and Anakin crawled onto her lap as he often did when his stomach was upset. Padme made sure his mess was flushed away so he wouldn’t get sick again by seeing it.
Anakin cried into her chest. She gently rubbed his back and talked softly.
“Feel any better sweetheart?” She asked after a few minutes.
Anakin shook his head and flinched when he got pain in his head.
“Let’s go back to bed ok?” She said.
Anakin nodded and moved off her lap.
“Ohh everything hurts.” He whined.
“Oh I know baby maybe later you can take a bath.”
He nodded and Padme helped him up and slowly got him to their room and got him settled in bed. When she went to grab the puke bucket and water. Anakin whined and reached out for her.
“Don’t leave me.” He whimpered.
“I have to get you a puke bucket and water ok? I promise I won’t go far.” She assured him.
He nodded and curled up in bed. It was amazing just how small he could make himself.
She ruffled his hair and went to grab the Skywalker family designated puke kit.
Saltine crackers, water bottle, some anti nausea medicine and the puke bucket and a towel.
She grabbed those and headed back to the bedroom and set up the towel and puke bucket next to Anakin’s side of the bed. He whimpered when he saw the bucket and it broke Padme’s heart.
“It’ll be ok my dove.” She said as she reached out to ruffle his hair.
“Don’t want to throw up again it hurts.” He whined.
“No one likes throwing up baby. It’ll feel better when you do though.”
Anakin whined again and reached for her.
“Cuddle and rub my belly? Please.” His normally blue eyes dulled to a sickly grey tone.
“Of course Angel.”
She crawled next to him and pulled him close so his head was resting on her chest. She kissed his head.
“Want to try some medicine and water?” She asked. Anakin just shook his head and leaned against her.
“Too icky. Stomach hurts.” He whimpered.
“Ok we’ll try after you rest a little more.” She kissed his cheek and held him tight. Soon he falls asleep safe and comfortable in his wife’s arms.
Padme sighed as she played with his hair. After everything that had happened the past couple of years had been rough on her beloved.
After Destroying general Palpatine. Anakin had rushed back to her side and helped her safety give birth to their beloved twins.
Unfortunately Anakin’s mental health wasn’t in a good place so the Jedi council decided the young Knight should move with his family to Naboo and now they were here. Safe, comfortable and happy.
Anakin had to step down from his many duties and only keep one or two. He had struggled with it a lot at first. But soon his physical and mental health improved greatly and it was as if Padme had her boy back. Obi wan helped them with the kids often as did Ashoka and it was so nice to just be.
Anakin whimpered and was shivering from fever in her arms. She pulled the blanket tighter around the both of them and kissed his sweaty curls. He settled immediately.
She watched a holodrama one that she would re watch whenever she was home sick or taking care of the kids or Anakin just to have background noise.
She knew the show by heart at this point and she loved it. Anakin could have cared less but he’d watch it with her anyway.
She was glad to be living on Naboo. Although when they had been asked to leave coruscant. Anakin had such a hard time and became so Antsy that she was worried he’d try to get back to his original Jedi duties.
But thankfully the support system they had in place for his physical and mental health on Naboo had been helping him and now he was settling as being a teacher for the younglings and his own kids.
Anakin stirred and whimpered. Sweat coating his forehead. His stomach let out a loud gurgle. Anakin opened his eyes and looked up at Padme.
“How we feeling Ani?”
Anakin coughed and gagged in response and his lower belly gurgled too.
“Help?” He asked.
“Need the fresher sweets?” She asked.
Anakin nodded and slowly sat up only to lean over the puke bucket and spew his guts out. He began to cry.
Padme tried to soothe him and wiped his face with a tissue before helping him to the fresher so he could do his business alone.
Once he came out he was hunched over still holding his achy belly and tears streaming down his face.
“Oh Ani come here.” She said
Immediately Anakin was on her lap in bed and she checked his temp with ghe thermometer as she had forgotten to check that morning.
“102.5 oh dear no wonder you feel so sick. Do you want me to have Obi Wan or Asoka pick up the kids?” She asked.
Anakin nodded and nuzzled her.
Later that day.
Padme checked on the kids who were working on their homework with Obi wan.
Obi wan glanced up at her.
“How is he?”
“Doing ok he’s Asleep now. Lots of puking and diarrhea when he’s awake though.”she said
“Thanks for the visual mom.” Luke groaned
“Yuck Mom!” leia cried.
“Leia you had this exact bug last week. Have some sympathy for your father.” Padme admonished.
“Sorry” the kids apologized.
Obi wan frowned. “I’ll go sit in with him yeah?”
“I’m sure he’d like that. Thanks Obi wan.
“Of course.”
Obi wan went to check on his former padawan and found him shivering in bed.
“Dear one.” Obi wan spoke gently as he sat next to Anakin in bed.
Anakin groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
“Master?” He croaked out.
“I’m here dear one.” Obi wan gently moved his sweaty curls out of his face.
“Feel really sick Master. Hurts.” Anakin whined.
“I know we’ll get you feeling better soon. Just rest ok? Padme’s taking over homework duty for me,”
Anakin nodded.
“Stay? Rub my tummy?” He said.
Obi wan nodded and gently reached to rub his former Padawan’s sick belly.
It would be a long few days of rest, medication and feeling miserable but with his favorite people nearby Anakin knew he’d be ok.
A/N sorry it’s so long Happy May the fourth. May the force be with you all.
