i have a very personal grudge against all creative works that use flashing lights or rapidly moving images. itās 2026 why canāt we come up with a better way to visualize ideas than āvideo go from light to dark fast.ā i would just like to enjoy silly little videos and not experience physical pain as a result. unfortunately thatās not going to happen anytime soon.
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Not a tidbit of anything in particular⦠just a tidbit sized ficlet because I have a migraine, and if I have to have one... one of the boys do too! :)
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They were just over a month into their relationship the first time Buck noticed Tommy's voice make a pained sound before quickly switching back to normal.Ā
A migraine.Ā
When Buck asked, Tommy hastily brushed it off; āIāve had them since I was a kid. Itās nothing⦠Iām fine.ā He declined anything more than a couple Advil liquid gels and disappeared into his darkened room to attempt to sleep it off.Ā
And okay⦠Buckās been there. He knows how intense a migraine can be and sometimes the only thing you can do for it is sleep. But Buck is Buck and he wanted toā he needed toā help however he could.Ā
It took some time, a little prying, and a whole lot of pressing, but he somehow managed to coax Tommy into openly admitting when he could tell one was coming⦠Then he proceeded to go full clipboard Buck about it and came up with a whole system for those days. It typically involved him spending the entire day (if possible) trying his damnedest to pamper Tommy through it. He just wanted so badly to return the care Tommy always gave him when he was sick, or hurt, or downā¦Ā
Finallyā finally!ā he broke down that stubborn wall and Tommy succumbed to the TLC. It wasnāt long before he easily accepted it. Eventually he began to seek it out. āBaby⦠can you come over?ā Tommy would ask through the phone. His voice quiet and sounded pained. Buck would be pulling into his driveway within the hour.Ā
He would take his medicine and drink his water but Tommy had traded his dark seclusion for being wrapped in Buckās arms, allowingā asking for even, sometimesā kisses to be pressed across his forehead until he finally would fall asleep. It helped tremendously, he swore by it.Ā
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They were apart for a whole year.Ā
Sure they kept in touch here and there, especially after he showed upā like he always doesā to help with everything from the lab explosion. But nothing more than just casual. In that year Buck worried constantlyā between every batch of cookies, and while he fed his sourdough starterā about Tommyās migraines.Ā
Was he back to ruining his liver with Advil instead of the Tylenol Buck insisted he take in its place. Was he drinking enough water? Was he using a cold or hot compress to ease the pain? Was he using them correctly?Ā
His phone rings one night. Itās late. Late enough when he sees Tommyās number he gets a sick feeling in his stomach as he answers it. āT- Tommy? Whatās wrong? Are youāā
āIām so sorry. I know itās late,ā Tommy says, and his voice sounds pained. Buck recognizes it immediately.Ā
āIām on my way,ā he says before Tommy can even ask.Ā
He finds the spare key under the decorative rock and lets himself in. He finds Tommy curled up on his bed. He finds it incredibly difficult to not climb onto the bed with him, to wrap his arms around Tommyās body, to kiss across his foreheadā¦Ā
So he doesnāt fight the urge, and Tommy doesnāt fight the gesture. The next morning Buck does fight the fear of finally just saying what heās been meaning to say the past year. I miss you. I want you. I love you! Tommy in return fights the flight responseā partially, Buck assumes, because they are in Tommyās house⦠but he also has to believe Tommy is just as exhausted from this dance around each other and their feelings as he isā and tearfully reciprocates it all.Ā
They wind up back in Tommyās bed. Heās still riding the dreaded last waves of the migraine, so he takes his Tylenol⦠and he drinks his water⦠and requests his forehead kisses before finally letting himself start to fall asleep. Buck holds him tightly, and he hates that Tommy has migraines⦠but in that momentā for just a momentā he is a little thankful for them too.Ā
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Can someone tell Phil to keep his migranes to himself pls cause my chronic migranes just came back after being on a 4 month hiatus literally IMMEDIATELY after they posted.
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I hate explaining my physical disabilities. People get so worried and itās honestly more annoying than anything. People get confused. And once someone knows Iām disabled thereās this pressure to always be weak. But Iām not.
I can run and jump. Hell, I love mosh pits. I climb trees and building and anything I can. I can fight and win. My muscles are strong and I love physical labor.
I just also need pills everyday to prevent migraines or constant vomit. I just also need a lot more sleep to function anywhere near the same level. Iām constantly exhausted and if I stand up or walk up some stairs or sit down my heart rate spikes while my head gets light and my body unsteady. I just canāt regulate temperature so I overheat constantly while having a circulation issue that leaves my extremities with no blood flow and thus frozen and unusable. I just have joint pain so bad I canāt take a full exam on paper. I canāt stand properly because I donāt have the muscle in my knees everyone else does. Something always aches, and old injuries never fully heal so if I am up to long the foot that got crushed swells and hurts again while the hip I did something to (still no clue) feels like Iām being stabbed.