War not won
Julian trying to hide being sick. Ryan provokes him to make him admit it. Cue comfort at the end.
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Julian hated being sick. It just didn't feel right anymore. Before, he wouldn't worry about it. Simply accept your fate, make precautions, inform people and get better as soon as possible.
He was always reasonable like that.
That was before and a lots of things were different, but this was the worst one. Cause he felt like a total burden for feeling off, for not bringing his A game and he felt terrible for a day he couldn't keep up with Ryan or follow him around.
He felt like he owned him so much. Fun, friendship, company, motivation, anything. Being sick was an excuse he ceased to have a right at.
So if Julian was sick, there was no way he was telling Ryan. He excused himself from classes right from morning, skipped practice at the gym and relied on Ryan having long day till evening and not catching on. He would surely get better until then.
It was difficult to keep the positive attitude when his stomach was cramping so hard. All he managed was to get a plastic bag to his bed and curl up on it under the blankets. He was shivering although the room felt stuffy and hot. Clothes were soaked in a minute and he felt like he couldn't breathe, or sleep because of the annoying sun knifing at him from the window. But standing up and pulling the curtain was too much effort, so he stayed put, hoping to sweat this out.
Julian finally managed to fall asleep around noon, when Ryan burst into the room.
"Whatcha doing, lazy ass? Didn't see you at lunch."
Julian blinked, eyes feeling heavy, and suppressed the urge to groan. Just when the sweet ignorance of sleep was falling on him!
"Was too hot. Wanted to take a break today." He always tried to normalise breaks these days, so Ryan wouldn't feel bad for needing some. Not that Ryan ever did take a break. Recovering from a wound was fine, but he wasn't willing to take things slowly after finally getting a yes from his doctor about resuming training.
"Yeah?" Ryan eyed him critically. "Cause you look weird. Sure you are alright?"
"I'm sure." Julian said, directing all his remaining strength into a calm stare. Ryan watched him for a few tense seconds, then shrugged.
"Fine then. Let's take a break. What about some music?"
Ryan flopped himself over to the small armchair they managed to squeeze between tables and the bed and dripped on TV.
Julian clenched his teeth. His head was pounding in the rhythm of his heart and his stomach felt tight and angry, churning loudly. Music would hide the noise, but he really really just wanted to suffer in peace.
Ryan put on his YouTube playlist on the TV and even put the volume up, whistling with the melody.
Julian turned his head to the wall angrily. The music was too loud, shaking him. As if the instruments played just to rile every molecule of his body. He was also getting nauseous from the heat again.
Curse Ryan and his stupid music and his stupid timing...was he doing it on purpose?
"You want a song of your own? Huh, Julian?"
Oh this was bad. He was calling him by his whole name.
Julian actually did throw the pillow over his head then. His mouth was pooling with saliva and something was climbing up his throat. He slowed it down quickly, but the nausea was like a blanket now, crawling up his arms, his neck, his ears.
The drums and the guitar joined the chorus of voices and Julian wanted to vomit then and there.
The horrible realisation made him shoot up into a sitting position, only to sway dizzily as he tried to stand up. Blood rushed into his head and his vision blacked out for a minute as he tried to catch his balance.
"Julian?" Ryan's voice was innocent, but he was watching him intensely.
Don't be sick, don't be sick, don't be sick. He chanted in his head. The water he drank in the morning was climbing up, with a terrible mushy aftertaste...
He stumbled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The white tiles were all turning and moving around and the yellow light cut into his eyes. He braced himself on the sink, trying to breathe through the nausea, but it wasn't helping at all.
Julian squeezed his eyes shut, trying to swallow it down, to hold it, but the vomit rushed out of his mouth with a cramp. All he could do was lean forward and let it happen, as warm water spilled out.
The cramps were terrible. Why was it hurting so much, when he was already vomiting? He burped and another wave of sick rushed past his mouth and into the sink.
He remembered himself then and got the water running to muffle the noises. He wasn't a particularly loud puker, so maybe this could slide...
Worse thing was the dizziness. He couldn't tell which way was down anymore. Stars danced behind his eyes and the sink was slipping from his fingers.
"Juls." Ryan's steady voice was like an anchor in the storm. Julian blinked, tried to focus his eyes, but his vision was still sparkling black and another hot wave of water blew out of his lips. His legs gave out.
"Whoa. I got you, man. Sit down, sit down." Strong hands gripped his shoulders as he sank to the tiled floor. Ryan was steading him, slowing his fall.
Julian was blinking rapidly until his vision cleared slowly. The world was still spinning, but at least he could recognise the bathroom ceiling again.
He was crouched on the floor, back leaning against Ryan's chest. Ryan held his upper body, hands on his upper arms from behind. "You here with me?"
That's when he felt coldness on his shirt. He puked right all over himself as he lost his balance.
Mortification tightened his throat, but he was still too confused and scared. Heat settled on his face and he felt the prickle of tears.
"Ryan, I-" he burped loudly and groaned as his stomach spasmed again. "I-I d-don't feel good."
"I knew you were sick. Why can't you admit it right away? Seriously. You are supposed to be the reasonable one." Ryan squeezed his shoulders where he held them.
"It's all on my shirt..." He hated how whiny his voice got.
"Shhh. I know." Ryan helped him sit up and them positioned him to lean against the shower bath. Then he took the rims of his shirt. "Arms up."
Julian was left shiver without his shirt, feeling pukey and gross and the worst burden in the world.
Ryan held up a wet towel to his face and dabbed at his cheek and chin. "There you go. All better."
Julian bit his lip hard, feeling the dizziness subside but the nausea rose up again. Rocked him like a boat. He burped and then gagged all over.
Ryan held the towel under his chin as bile and water caught on to it. The blond wasn't fazed at all, even swiping the bile from his lip with the clean end of the towel again.
"Aww man. You are really sick, huh?"
Tears spilled down his eyes then. He was just a filthy producer of bodily fluids today. His nose clogged up from the strain.
Ryan discarded the towel and sat down beside him, arm going around Julian, pulling him close. Julian's head ended up on his shoulder. "It's okay, man. You are okay. Don't cry," Ryan said.
Julian gave up. He tried to spare Ryan this, tried to be helpful, but he always ended up being helped instead. It wasn't fair.
So he cried into Ryan's chest, hating how much the touch and closeness loosened the tightness in his stomach. It was the first time he could breathe all day.
"There you go. Deep breaths."
Julian sniffled, and Ryan got him toilet paper to blow his nose into. Ryan's hand was running up and down his upper arm.
He felt better, not being alone in this.
Like the war wasn't won, but couldn't be lost anymore.
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People love accountability until they have to hold themselves accountable too. Or God forbid someone else holds them accountable.
And people get so weird about it. They'll twist whatever they can to make themselves feel less attacked. They'll stalk someone's social media for a sniff of unhinged behavior. Or for someone to hold themself accountable and admit to having flaws. They'll project the concept of fake woke on this person because they'll be convinced they're trying to seem impressive when really they're just practicing what they preach. Because the only time they'd try holding themselves accountable is because they want to be impressive.
But go on their social media and it's all "I'm perfect and better than everyone, nobody could replace me". And admitting to being a bitch, a mean person, etc, but bragging about it. Bragging about how spoiled they are because of their uwu excuses that makes them hurt other people.
But calls everyone else fake woke. Says that everyone else is doing it to feel superior. That everyone is on their high horse than them and that makes them better in the long run because they just don't have time to be a hater... as they continue being friends with the "fakes" to keep talking mad shit behind their back for every new vulnerable post they make, and forcing the concept of accountability on the ones that have been practicing what they preach since day one. While retaining a smug attitude and still not actually learning anything about even admitting to being an asshole that isn't "hahaha hahaha omg guess what I did and what x person did in response lololol".
Everybody "loves " accountability- while they break down the credibility of those that actually make that a part of how they function. I get that you can't do it for yourself so you have to tear down everyone else as an insecurity tactic, but... practice what you preach and learn some accountability. You could learn from people who can admit they can acknowledge and learn from their shit and still hold other people to the same standards they put on themself.
Laughing at your shittiness or being uwu cute about it, defending it from being called out or else you'll label them as fake, and then yelling at people for the same type of flaws is peak fake. Unlearn it.
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FUCK YEAH!
After over ten years I finally went to an ALL TIME LOW concert.
I wanted that badly that not even my massive anxiety could stop me.
I did it. I went there ALONE because no one wanted to come along but I STILL did it.
And don't get me wrong I was fucking anxious on my two hour train ride there, feared I miss my connecting train, taking the wrong train, missing my station, mistaking the concert venue,....
but it was SOOOOOOOOO FUUUCKING WORTH IT !!!!
It was the first time in what felt like years that I actually felt relaxed. I didn't care what other might think about my wierd dancing, my messed up singing, shouting, my looks ,... whatever and i did it ALONE which makes it even better.
And those two are only pictures I took and I am absolutly not sorry that they are blurry and missing half of the band (even though they are all fabulous) because I was just living in the moment and enjoying the atmosphere. I finally did something just because I wanted it and it was an liberating experience.
And now everytime I hear the songs "Celebration" by Kool & The Gang and "Friday" by Riton and co I will be reminded of this awesome concert! Great crowd yesterday :)
The opening bands were good too, especially Games We Play. They know how to warm up a crowd.
And Greetings to my former lonely teenager self that found its way to my favorite bands when times were worse. I sincerly thank you for sticking it out.
So thank you munich,
Thank you All Time Low!
This is gonna be my motivation to keep fighting my anxiety.
Going alone to an All Time Low Concert > Everything else rn.
So maybe Fall Out Boy in Amsterdam next? Who knows ;)
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