When You Have Cramps
Prompt: Imagine having really bad cramps and Holtzmann tries to make you feel better. Reader Gender: Female Note: I feel like this wasn’t as good as it could have been but here we are. I hope you like it!♥♥
You sprawled yourself on the window sill, groaning as another wave of pain washed over your lower abdomen. You had taken Midol about half an hour ago, but it wasn’t doing you any good. It didn’t even make a dent in the amount of pain that you were feeling. Your leg dangled outside of the window, as did one of your arms. You huffed, throwing a pencil and successfully hitting one of the passerby’s.
You shoved yourself further down, now having yourself in quite an awkward position. You rotated yourself so that the upper half of your body was dangling out the window. You wondered how much Midol you could possibly take in one day before you landed yourself in the hospital. You wiggled yourself further down the window, making sure not to go too far down. You just wanted to relieve pressure, not end up falling to your death.
“Hey, babyca-woah,” You heard Holtzmann say, “You alright, there?”
“I’m dying, I leave all earthly possessions to you.” You spoke dramatically.
“Cremation or burial?” Holtzmann joked back.
“Cremation, I want to do that vinyl death thing.” You said.
“Noted, but in the meantime, you wanna come back up here or are you enjoying being a bat?” She said, and you heard her walking over.
“I’d rather stay here and let the blood rush to my head until I pass out.” You said, and she tried not to laugh.
“Are you sick or just irritated?” She questioned, peeking out from the window.
“I’m on my period.” You said, groaning at the same time.
“I bet I can make you feel better.” She said, resting her head on your knees.
“Bet you can’t.” You said, looking up at her.
“Deal.” She said, taking the hand that was on your shirt and pulling you back up into the room.
“Wait I didn’t agree to-”
“No takebacks,” She said with her signature smile, “Alright, come here.”
You reluctantly followed, seeing as she had your hand and was half dragging you there already. You smiled a little at her actions, loving how she could be. She started explaining the thing she had invented a while ago, and you listened to every word she said. Well, when you weren’t just staring at her while she was moving around with enthusiasm and excitement.
“Lift your shirt up.” She instructed out of nowhere.
“Getting kinky, I like it.” You spoke, turning around and lifting your shirt up.
“Okay, three, two-BAM!” She spoke, harshly slapping the sticky pad on your back.
“OW!” You arched your back, “It’s supposed to be on one, Holtz.”
“I know.” She said, and you could practically hear the smile on her face.
“Hey, that actually feels a lot better.” You spoke and she clapped her hands.
“IT WORKS! I’m so glad it didn’t paralyze you, that would’ve been awful; I would’ve had to start back at square one with the design-” She started rambling.
“It could’ve paralyzed me?” You questioned, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, because it impacts the nerves in the lower portion of your body, it could’ve destroyed them because of the electricity and the other things I got in that bad boy.” She said with a smile.
“That’s nice, Holtz.” You said after a moment, smiling and shaking your head.