period cramps
Gary smith x reader
yes I’m posting this a second time bc I had to proof read it!
tw- pills, sorta toxic Gary, lazy, Oneshot?, barely any fluff but it’s there, Gary is an asshole, kinda ooc
You slump against the lockers, fingers gripping your abdomen.
Your period cramps had gotten worse, yet you had been unprepared with no medicine at all.
You slid against the locker to the ground, Pinky sitting next to you.
“Oh no, I wish I had medicine, I would give some to you.” Her vibrant voice was unusually gentle and quiet.
Your head fell back against the cold lockers, the stark contrast of your body heat, sending a satisfying shiver down your spine.
You peeked your eyes open when you heard footsteps down the hallway.
Jimmy.
Just the other day Gary had dragged Jimmy down to the school basement and made him fight Russel. Gary had been more paranoid, and it pissed you off that asking Jimmy for ibuprofen may just end up in a fight with Gary. You couldn’t care less right now. You were desperate.
“Jimmy!” You called out before he could walk past you.
He stopped walking, slowly turning to look at you.
“What?” You could see in his face he’d rather not be talking to Gary’s girlfriend.
“Could you do me a favor?” You gripped your stomach even harder, nails digging through your shirt.
“No way!” Jimmy scoffed.
“Jimmy!” You whined.
“Jimmy, please! You know y/n can’t control her boyfriend!” Pinky stood up, “She’s in lots of pain right now. We’ll pay you if you get her some ibuprofen.”
Jimmy glanced over his shoulder at you, seeing your face twist with pain he gave in.
“Alright…” He reluctantly agreed, you weren’t your boyfriend.
“Oh, thank you, Jimmy! Thank you!” Pinky clapped her hands together as Jimmy began to walk away.
“Yeah… Whatever.” Jimmy muttered.
Around twenty minutes later, Jimmy appeared with a bottle of ibuprofen and some cold water.
You snatched them from his hands, throwing back the pill and chugging some water.
You were still in pain, but at least now you knew it would subside.
“Thank you, Jimmy… Thank you so much.” You breathed and Jimmy crossed his arms.
“Yeah… You’re welcome.” He suddenly pointed at you, “This better not get me in trouble with your boyfriend!”
You scoffed, amused.
“Why would you care about how Gary feels?” You teased and Jimmy stared at you for a couple moments, before grinning.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
You slipped him twenty dollars and he grunted in thanks, then fleeing the scene before anyone could see him with you.
But of course, Gary knows everything, even if he hadn’t been there.
You were pathetically lying in bed, the bottle of ibuprofen lying uselessly on your nightstand. You had already taken one and it felt like it was fading.
A knock on your window caught your attention.
Gary.
You smiled softly, climbing out of bed and hurrying towards the window.
When Gary slipped into the dorm, his expression was dark— his eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched. His nails dug into his palms.
“Gary…?” You murmured as he quickly got to pacing. “Are you alright?”
He stopped.
“Alright?” He growled and it hit you what this was all about the moment his eyes landed on the ibuprofen sitting on your nightstand.
“Gary.” You groaned, exasperated. You walked towards him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, a weak attempt at placating him.
“Don’t Gary me— Whore.” He snarled, whipping around to face you and you jumped back in surprise, eyes widening.
Your abdomen twisted sharply and your eyes fluttered shut.
“C’mon, Gary, you don’t mean that.” You gritted out.
His eyes narrowed at the pain in your face, the way your eyebrows frowned helplessly.
Without a second thought, he bolted to your night stand, grabbing the open bottle of ibuprofen.
“Gary!” You exclaimed, snapping into action as he stumbled towards your window.
You were too slow.
He dumped the pills out and your hand covered your mouth.
Once all the pills had hit the ground, he threw the sad hollow plastic along with it.
His angry eyes landed back on you.
Your irises flitted back and forth, one hand clamped your stomach while the other rested against your mouth.
That hand fell, revealing a trembling bottom lip.
“You should’ve asked me.” His voice was bitter.
You were still in shock, shaking your head. Your steps faltered and you fell back onto your bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
“Get out…” You whispered.
“What was that?” Gary stepped towards you.
“I said get out!” You screeched, throwing an empty water bottle at him.
Gary ducked, but the plastic hit him pitifully.
“Get out!” You screamed.
Gary retreated, opening the window and almost falling out when you threw a pillow at him.
“Crazy Bitch…” He muttered once he reached the ground, the deep red pills catching his attention. He felt a twinge of guilt. You were only trying to get through your period, but that didn’t give you any permission to ask Jimmy for help when he was right there.
Gary had been pissed off, as soon as he got back to the dormitory, he grabbed Petey by the collar of his shirt and threw him into the wall.
He knew you were friends with that loser too. At least you were always trying to be nice to him, the two of you were quite the opposite. Maybe that’s why he loved- liked you so much.
“How about you run to Jimmy? Go and tell him I was mean to you?” He sneered and Petey scoffed.
“Quit it Gary!” His voice was weak, but it surprised Gary that the boy was actually trying to stand up for himself.
“Shut up, moron.” Gary rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow from the couch at Petey, before strolling out of the common room.
He sat on his bed. Now he was really starting to regret it all. Why’d he even call you a whore? Well, first off you asked Jimmy for medicine, who knows, you could be whoring around behind his back with that moron.
Gary shook his head. You wouldn’t do that.
He had heard you’d been hanging out more with Lola, maybe she had been rubbing off on you.
The next day, when you had shoved right past him. He knew he messed up.
All day he tried to plan, planning to take over the school. But his mind was on you. He cursed this stupid disease, that disease that made you constantly think of a person. The disease that forced you to care for someone, even when you want to be angry at them. He always thought love was more of a plague— a parasite. It made you do things you didn’t want to do. It made you suffer, it caused you to feel things for another, to empathize. He loathed it.
But unfortunately, just because he hated this disgusting disease, doesn’t mean he hated you.
So after school, he went to the store. He bought ibuprofen and cookies. He thought of getting you a rose, but he hated how vulnerable and cheesy that sounded.
The thought of getting you tampons and pads snuck into his head, which he cleared them instantly.
As he walked back to the school, he wondered if you missed him. The thought worming its way in, he wondered if you hated him now. That thought terrified him. He needed you. He couldn’t let you go.
You lay in your bed, crumpled. You felt like you might just throw up, you could’ve gone into town, but you had no strength.
You paused when you heard something sharp hit your window.
You convinced yourself you were imagining things, but then a couple moments later, an aggressive knuckle pounded at the glass. You knew who it was.
You crawled out of bed, one hand on your lower abdomen.
You stared at Gary through the glass, your eyes locking. He looked almost desperate, faux indifference that you could see through. Right through to the pleading gleam in his eyes.
You huffed and finally opened the window, stepping back to allow him to climb through.
He threw a plastic bag onto your floor before stumbling through the window.
You heard the rattle of pills and you dashed towards the bag, but Gary grabbed your wrist.
You stopped and looked back at him, you scowled and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Look, y/n, I’m…” He hesitated and you raised an eyebrow, turning your whole body to face him.
“God, I’m sorry, alright?” Gary spit out, his jaw clenching, and his eyes squinted in a vulnerable way, he almost looked like Petey. “It’s just…” He paused, not wanting to say too much, but you watched him expectantly. “I don’t like Jimmy… I don’t want my girlfriend near him.” He growled, stepping towards you.
“He’s a stupid moron.” Gary muttered, his hand slipped from your wrists so your fingers could intertwine and he took your other hand. “The whore thing and the…” he cleared his throat and you nodded encouragingly. “Well, the whore thing and the pill thing… I take that back.”
He looked anywhere but your eyes and you couldn’t help but smile softly.
“I’m glad you could bring yourself to apologize… You sounded mature for once.” You teased and Gary scoffed.
“Ha. Ha…” He mumbled. “I might just take back what I got you if you keep being an-“ he stopped himself. “I got you something. My final apology.”
He pulled away from you to grab the plastic bag, pushing it into your palm.
You sat on your bed and pulled out the ibuprofen and cookies.
You rubbed your thumb against the bottle before looking up at Gary.
He shifted awkwardly, eyes flickering around your room as if he’s never been in there before.
“Thank you, Gary.” You said finally, “I accept your apology and your gifts.”
You stood up and moved to stand in front of him.
“But I swear, if you ever say those things to me again, or throw my pills out the window. Next time you won’t have a chance to apologize.” You growled and Gary met your gaze stubbornly, before backing down and nodding.
You gently smiled at his shyness, it was almost uncanny on him.
You pulled him into a hug, burying your face into his shoulder.
He stiffened, not expecting this. But nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around you.
He was starting to hate this disease less and less every day.
This was really lazy and I proofread it so it’s better now. I js crave more Gary content and I took it into my own hands. I’m thinking abt writing more Gary fanfics but basing it off of music!
