Tori, I humbly request headcanons for how ✨the boys✨ would react to you having a headache/migraine and how they would try to help. I wanted to keep it manageable to hopefully narrowing down to three boys is enough. Javi (bc he's my husband 🥺), Tin Can Man Din, and soft boy extraordinaire, Frankie. 🥺 thanks in advance, beloved! I adore your energy and your blog 💖💖💖
💖 hell yeah of course!!! I may add in some bonus boys for Fun
Also god migraines suck I used to get them fairly frequently when I was a teenager (fun story, the first one I ever got? We were at Disney World. At Epcot. And the sun had just gone down. And they. Were having. A FIREWORKS SHOW!!) and I am so fucking glad I don’t deal with them anymore fjdbfnfndnsj
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I feel like Javi sorta gets it. Idk, I feel like maybe he gets them too, though he definitely gets a lot of stress headaches. So, when he sees you trying to push through and work, wincing every time someone makes a noise and just looking a little dazed, he immediately knows something is up. He quietly asks if you’re okay, and offers to drive you home so you can rest. He gets you into your apartment, fixes you up with some painkillers, and gets you into a quiet, dark bedroom so you can sleep it off. He’ll probably check in on you later to make sure you’re still doing okay, and make sure you eat something if you haven’t.
Din assumes you’re just sleeping in for some reason. He’s trying to be somewhat quiet so you can get rest, but he drops something, and it’s LOUD. He hears you groan (and not in a good way) and he almost flips out. He calls for you, and you don’t respond, so he goes to check on you in your bunk and says your name quieter this time. You hush him, and he asks if you’re okay. You mumble something to tell him to be quiet and leave you be. You spend a few hours in the dark and quiet of your bunk, but you’re interrupted again by Din bringing you some food. You haven’t eaten yet today, and he’s worried. You’re lucid enough to tell him you have a migraine, and you’ll hopefully be better tomorrow, and you just need dark and quiet, and he nods and leaves the food with you for a moment before returning with the medpac. He asks if the painkillers in it will help.
Frankie I ALSO have a feeling totally gets it. You know that comic that’s been floating around lately that’s like “Migraine? No, OURgraine!”? That’s him fjfbdbsjs BUT if you get a headache and he doesn’t have one, he is ALL over trying to make you feel better. Ibuprofen, or excedrin, or your prescription meds if you have them, right on schedule. He makes sure you’re eating and drinking plenty of water, and if anything outside your place is making any noise he will go out and fight them. He once yelled at the neighbors for playing music at a normal volume at 3 in the afternoon because you had a migraine. Also went out to go buy blackout curtains because he didn’t have any and the light coming into the bedroom was too much. They were the wrong size, but it’s the thought that counts.
As with most ailments, Max Phillips immediately offers to turn you. As I’ve said before, he offers it at literally every inconvenience. Stub your toe? Burn your tongue on your coffee? Have a migraine? Y’know, if you turn you won’t have to deal with that anymore.
“I am aware that a headache is a classic reason given for not wanting to have sex,” Ezra starts, upon learning you have a headache, “but the orgasm is an incredible pain reliever.”
