A quick little thing I wrote to make both of your days a bit better @leyyvi @levmada
Tw; period mention
Huddled up beneath the covers, you blink awake at the sound of a door creaking open. You’re warm, tangled up in a twisted mess of sheets. They’re sweaty, nearly soaked, but you can’t even summon the energy to care. Head pounding, tummy stabbing sharp jabs angrily along your insides, you don’t even want to move. It seems like too much work to even lift your head and open your eyes.
“How are you feeling?”
“Mhmmng,” you groan, burying your head into your cocoon of sheets.
“That bad huh,” Levi says with a sympathetic hum. “Do you want me to keep the lights off?”
“Yesss,” you hiss sharply. With how much your head is pounding, the light does nothing but sting.
You hear foot sleeps approach the bedside, sock coated feet a soft sound against the carpet. “Do you have your heating pad?”
“S’ cold,” you mumble, barely opening your eyes to see his approach. “Too much work to turn back on.”
Right by your side, Levi clicks his tongue. “It’s just a switch, here.” With a click, you can immediately feel the pad start to heat up again, already warm against your aching abdomen.
“Thanks,” you blink up at him, noticing that he’s still in his work clothes. A finely pressed suit, the tie hanging loose around his neck.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” You don’t even want to attempt turning on your phone screen, the device sitting not far to the side of your bed. The blinding electronic light will no doubt sear into your already burning skull. It can’t be that far past noon, you weren’t dozing too long.
“I’m working from home for the rest of the day, Erwin can deal,” Levi explains evenly. That’s sweet. You can see worry in his silver eyes, the emotion deep and buried. It’s something only you can really spot, the sheer familiarity giving you a glimpse behind his stoic facade.
His eyes bounce around your face, his frown becoming a scowl as he drinks in your distress. Raising a hand, his palm cups the side of your face, the thumb smoothing softly along your cheek. “Are you still nauseous? Do you want me to get you something?”
“It’s better,” you admit truthfully. The nausea is always worse first thing in the morning, fading a bit as the day goes on. Why do you have to go through this every month?!?
“Hmm,” Levi hums, sliding his hand up your cheek and into your hair, lightly ruffling the strands at the top of your head. They’re sweaty, all of you is, but Levi doesn’t even comment on it. It should be embarrassing, to have made such a mess of your shared bed, but Levi’s more than used to it. Still, a searing heat lingers high along your cheek bones. Hopefully you haven’t leaked onto the bedsheets this time.
“How about something light to start? There’s some yogurt in the fridge?” Levi asks, his thumb smoothing into the salty line of a tear streak, left right below your right eye. You hadn’t even realized you’d actually cried earlier, when the cramps were particularly devastating.
“That sounds nice,” you hum, leaning into his warm palm. You almost don’t want him to walk away.
“I’ll get you some Advil too.”
You almost want to whimper as his touch falls away. Watching him twist on the balls of his feet, turning to walk away, makes your heart ache. Quickly rising to grab his arm, you ask, “Can you hold me when you get back?”
“Of course,” Levi confirms with a soft smile, patting the top of your head. “I picked up a pint of your favorite ice cream on the way home.”
“You’re so sweet,” you sigh, heart fluttering happily in your chest. It’s as if all the pain of today, of all week, is inconsequential. You don’t want to let go of his arm. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Levi clicks his tongue, his lips quivering in an embarrassed warble. “Just- just lie back down, I’ll be back with the pain meds.”
“And the ice cream?” At the thought of your favorite cool treat, your lingering nausea seems to have vanished. “with rainbow sprinkles?”
“Tch, no. You need some real nutrition first,” Levi corrects softly, finally pulling away from your clasp. Gripping your shoulder softly, he pushes you back down onto the mattress, fluffing up the pillow behind your head. Several of the twisted up sheets are thrown back over you. Just touching the sweat-soaked fabric, you can see his nose scrunch up in disgust. “The ice cream is for later. We’ll watch a movie together on the couch while the bedsheets are in the wash.”
Watching him leave the room, not so discreetly wiping a hand on his slacks, you laugh, despite the ache in your insides. “Typical.”
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Welp, I kept saying I was going to write this the next time I was on my computer and then I keep forgetting and since I've already turned the dang thing on twice today I'm using my phone and hoping autocorrect catches most of the errors.
Lately I noticed something that I think used to slide under my radar (esp since one example is years old, both in terms of how long it's been around and how long it's been in my head), and it's probably thanks to tumblr honestly. Because both examples have to do with disability and having access to things as a disabled person, and also kind of in terms of privilege too. And those are both things that, while conscious of, I did not fully think about until joining tumblr. Anyway, here goes.
There's two pieces of media I've been thinking about that I feel show people not thinking outside of their own experiences. The first, and oldest, is from an episode of Parks and Rec. In it Ron Swanson and Chris Traeger are talking about childcare (someone correct me if I'm wrong please but I believe it's the episode where Chris has a nervous breakdown and is trying to learn "Ron's style of parenting" or something) and Chris mentions getting a white noise machine that includes outdoors sounds. Ron's reaction is to give Chris an incredulous look and say "you purchased a machine that mimics the sound of an open window??".
Now, I get it. Ron is a country man, he's lived around wilderness probably his whole life, and he seems fully healthy. So the fact that this seemed so weird to him kind of makes sense. I'm not saying it doesnt. What I -am- saying is that Not everyone can even open a window, let alone open a window and hear trees and crickets. People with asthma or bad allergies sometimes have to have the windows closed to be able to Breathe. People living in the city are likely just going to hear cars if they open theirs. And some people may even just like the predictability of recorded sounds because there's no risk of sudden scares. All things I wouldn't have thought of a few years ago, but now that I have I kind of want to poke Ron in the shoulder and point things out.
The other is from a tiktok series that I follow, which portrays some folks running a cafe. In the episode in question they talk about having set up on doordash and the following exchange happens
Employee 1: You did raise the prices 15% right?
Boss: of course I did. If they don't want to come in they can pay extra.
As someone who is currently carless, dependent on other people's availability, and just enough physically disabled that walking to the nearest grocery store (a block, basically) or to the nearest gas station (block and a half) and back is usually out of the realm of possibility... that hurt. When I use doordash it's usually for extreme purposes Because it's so expensive. And for someone to basically say "if they want to pay less they have to come here for it" as if EVERYONE COULD DO THAT made me so... angry and disappointed and made me start second guessing my abilities again. And in this case, I genuinely don't know if it's something that just didn't occur to the character (let alone the creator) or if they didn't care. And that sucks.
Anyway. That's my rant for the time being. Back to debating writing my Cinderella short here.
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In honor of sapphics eating ice cream, head canons on the marauders favorite ice cream flavors?
Right so i already answered the marauders over here but i’ll do the girlies
Lily likes strawberry cheesecake (honestly another superior flavor)
Mary is a butterscotch or mocha girlie
And marlene like james likes the fruity flavors like banana and mango
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