#percy x reader headcanon

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

[stilessflannel]

just thinking about percy jackson fucking you in the shower, where the water strengthens his endurance...

his strength never quavers, senses heightened, catching every small gasp and moan that escapes your kiss swollen lips. even after cumming three times himself his pace is unrelentless, always finding just the right spot inside you with every thrust of his hips, swollen mushroom tip of his cock rubbing oh-so deliciously against the spongy part of your pussy his fingers can't reach.

an arm glides over your waist, the water pouring down your bodies making it easier for his large palm to slide down your body and lift one of your legs over his hips, pushing deeper inside of you. the feeling makes you throw your head back, but percy's three steps ahead of you and before the back of your skull hits the tiles of the cabin three shower his hand gets between the two, cradling your hair and forcing your eyes on his.

"you okay baby?" his voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the rush of water but you do your best to nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tip hits a particularly delicious spot inside you. "you wanna slow down?"

"no... perce, please...~" you moan, grinding your hips down onto his when he pauses, eliciting a scrunch of his eyebrows while his pupils dilate with a stronger lust.

"yeah angel, just like that. be a good girl for me, will ya?"

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[aphroditeinthesea]

“ building up like waves ”

percy jackson x fem!reader 🌊

a/n a while ago i promised a happy percy fic so this is kinda that in a sense (in a very ***** sense)

⚠️ smut, oral (f!receiving)

🫧𓇼♡✩‧₊˚

you hated him. you did. he was always so amazing. so great. oh, how he was just always there to save the day or whatever.

the great talented amazing,

“percy!” you moaned out, back arching up.

his lips sucked on your core like you were a cold spring and he hadn’t drank water since 2009.

your fingers raking in his dark hair, pulling at it as his tongue pried its way into your hole. your legs automatically tried to squeeze together but his hands tightened around the plush of your thighs to hold them down. the veins in his hands ever so prominent.

his tongue moved in ways you didn’t know was possible. sure, you had always been able to do that thing where you curled your tongue, but that was just funny. this was

“fu- uh - ck,” you winced. your hips bucked towards him. “yes, yes,” you tried to bite your lip but before you even could your mouth had a mind of its own, “oh!”

his nose nudged against your clit as his tongue fucked in and out of you.

you could feel the smirk on his stupid face against you, “you like that, pretty girl?”

“uh huh,” you moaned, “mhmm.” your hands shifted to be beside your head, gripping onto the pillow like it was your life support and you were drowning.

his right hand crawled its way from your thigh to your core. sticking not one, but two fingers inside of you at once. his tongue now giving attention to your clit.

you could feel your walls breaking down as your moans turned more into squeaks from your lack of breath.

“per, hah,” you tried to speak.

his left hand found your hip, lifting you up slightly to get the perfect angle.

“you gonna cum for me?” he muttered, his voice vibrating against you.

“uh huh!” you squealed, throwing you head back, seconds away from letting go.

“good girl.”

and there you go.

“percy,” you sighed as his fingers curled inside you as you rode out you orgasm.

and once you could finally make out the date, time, and year, the boy slowly took his fingers out of you.

he leaned up to hover above your flushed face. his face glistened as he smiled, “you’re so fucking hot.” he spoke, pressing wet kisses from your collarbone up to your lips, letting you taste yourself.

“same goes for you,” you added, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“i meant to ask you,” he mentioned, he leaned closer to your ear, “why did you hate me again?”

you laughed, pushing him over so you could straddle him, “shut up!”

[pumpkinbxtch]

— sorry i curved you (i'm not)∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

how HoO boys reject a person who tries to flirt with them ft. apollo

who's here: leo valdez, percy jackson, frank zhang, jason grace & apollo / lester

warnings: well, it implies that the reader is female and language.

a/n: heyooo, its friday of headcanons yummy.

— leo valdez:

— leavin' my hot girlfriend for you?, hell nah.

He's speechless. yeah he is a flirtatious boy, yes, but when he is so in love with you, committed to you, literally nothing else exists. The moment another person tells him or hints at him, he will tell them a joke and is probably the one who takes a sip of a non-existent drink and then leaves laughing (like, out of pity).

— frank zhang:

— uhm, i'm taken, like... seriously taken.

Frank is sweet, we all know that, but when they make that kind of mistake, they're dead to him. At that moment he leaves without tell more, talking with themselves. Frank will probably be embarrassed but for him you are the only one and he thinks he is yours so bye.

— percy jackson:

— wha- what do you mean? brooooo, buu. shoo-shoo, or whatever. I'M MARRIEEEEED.

This man is literally loyalty walking. He would never let someone else in if they tried to flirt with him. For that he would have to realize that they are doing it and surely Percy is too distracted for that.

— jason grace:

— i have wife.

No more comments. That man already imagined you a entire life so If another person pounces on him, he is one of those who steps aside and lets the other person fall flat. Unapologetically, like: "You brought it on yourself for thinking that I'm going to move on from the love of my life"

— apollo / lester

— You would look better under a mountain than actin' shitty. I make a few calls and you could be.

Being Lester, he'll probably step back all blushing and walk away. He feels sorry for someone noticing him but in the end he knows that the only person who matters to him is you.

Being Apollo, he will surely do the same but without looking so pathetic. He leaves and laughs in denial like "ah ah, my lady is mine and I'm hers. I already swore it." Also, if they try again he will use them like his horses' shoes.

[waitingonher]

because i love you — [hoo boys headcanons]

summary: your "thing" with the hoo boys!

author's note: in honor of the pjo series coming out today,,have this rlly rlly short draft from earlier this year! xoxo

percy jackson — doodling on him

“give me your hand.”

“yes ma’am.”

minutes pass as you doodle gods know what onto percy’s hand. you always resort to this whenever the camp head counselor's meeting begins late—which seems to be every meeting—and giving percy "tattoos" certainly kills time. last meeting, you drew a can of beans and the time before that, was a bouquet of tulips. so honestly his guess being a pair of socks this time isn’t too far of a reach.

“okay, done,” you release his hand, a proud smile gracing your features, “cute right?”

he quirks a brow upon seeing the drawing, “is that…” percy turns his head to the side, gaining better perspective, “is that a flying fish?” 

“wow, you’re good,” you say, giving him a nod of approval, “although, last time you did say that my can of beans looked like a roll of toilet paper…” 

your boyfriend throws his hands in the air, “in my defense, you used a shitty pen so it was hard to tell.” 

“whatever.” 

jason grace — sewing your initials on his clothes

“hi love,” jason says, plopping down beside you on the couch. you give him a bright smile as he places a gentle kiss on your head, “almost done?” 

nodding proudly, you hold up his pair of jeans to show him your work: your initials sewn onto a corner of his back pocket, “yup, just finished actually! what do you think of the color? i think you bought the thread for me on our second date. but i totally forgot i had it until i went digging in my supply box.” 

a grin plasters itself on jason’s face as he nods his head in realization, “i knew the color seemed familiar. i remember wondering why a tiny spool of thread was so expensive. but it’s perfect, i love it,” he kisses your cheek, “all my friends are gonna be so jealous that they don’t have their girlfriends’ initials sewn onto their clothes.” 

you laugh as you imagine jason vehemently bragging about his jeans to all his friends, “tell them i’m charging $50 if they want me to do theirs,” you wink. 

“we’d make more than the stolls’ and their smuggling business if we did that,” he laughs, admiring your work once more. who knew that having your initials on his pants would have such an affect on him, “also, can you do my sweaters and my other jeans?"

you raise a brow, "i might have to start charging you at this point."

leo valdez — impromptu fashion shows

“wow!” you clap enthusiastically, “your outfit even puts paris fashion week outfits to shame!” yes, because a rainbow checkered crop top with a humongous green tutu and a pink boa paired with insanely skinny stilettos beats any and all high fashion runway outfits, “now, leo valdez, can you give us a few words about your new clothing line? and possibly a bit about what it’s like to be so amazingly talented?” you inquire, raising an invisible microphone to his mouth. 

leo oh-so humbly bows and rises with a proud grin, “thank you, thank you, but i honestly must give all credit towards my beautiful muse, y/n, she’s the inspiration behind my new line. and about being so talented, it really is such hard work to be this naturally gifted.”

“ooh, do tell about this ‘y/n.’ i’ve never heard of her but she does sound absolutely gorgeous!” you exclaim, keeping up with the act. 

your boyfriend nods firmly, “oh yes, she’s very, very, very beautiful,” adding a playful wink, “but i must say, she has the worst morning breath i’ve ever encountered!” 

your smile drops and you squint your eyes, “i’m going to choke you with that stupid ugly boa if you don’t take that back right now.” 

“uh ma’am,” leo backs up nervously, clutching his boa, “i’m going to have to call security if you threaten me again.” 

"i'm seriously going to kill you."

[yourfagula]

DATING PERCY JACKSON HEADCANONS NSFW EDITION 🩵

Warnings: smut obviously, language

He's a switch but more dom/top leaning cause he just wants to take care of you

Please scratch his chest and back he'll go insane

Also loves getting his hair pulled

Instant way to turn him on: kiss his neck

You can tell when he's turned on cause he can't keep a poker face to save his life

Bedroom eyes 24/7 without trying his eyes are just captivating

Constantly thinking about you under him or above him cause he's obsessed with you

Will go feral if you say his name everytime

Please moan its such an ego boost for him

Gets off on your pleasure

He'll praise the shit out of you👏

Praise him or tell him he looks good on top of you and he'll cum

Putting you on the kitchen counter to make out all the time

Yep, you've fucked in the kitchen multiple times before

Will make out with you even if his/your parents are in the room next to you

Loves seeing you undress even if it's not gonna go anywhere

An absolute God, whether it's his skill or how he looks when fucking you, it's insane

Walks out the shower with just a towel/boxers on to make you lose your mind

Wears his sweatpants LOW on his hips like you can see his v line and a little hair peeking out

Service top always

His scars make him look ×10 hotter which you didn't think was possible

[bvrnesher]

❝ so, kiss me ! ❞ ― pjo / hoo boys !

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summary: how would the pjo/hoo boys kiss you? ! stablished relationship ! gender neutral

— 💐 characters: percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang. + luke castellan (longest), nico di angelo, will solace.

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𐙚 — Percy Jackson

Percy would kiss you like it’s a habit—like breathing, like something he needs to do to function properly. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, doesn’t give you a speech every time. He just sees you and thinks, yeah, I need to kiss her now, and then he does.

It’s casual most of the time. He’ll lean in and kiss you mid-sentence, just because. He kisses you when you hand him something, when you roll your eyes at him, when he’s bored, when you’re annoyed—especially when you’re annoyed. Smirking, eyes gleaming like don’t be mad at me, and then bam—mouth on yours. It’s stupid and effective and you hate how much it works.

But when it’s not casual? When it matters? God. He gets serious. Like, hands on either side of your face, pulling you in like he can’t risk you floating away. He kisses you like he’s anchoring himself. Like the world could end tomorrow and if he’s kissing you right now, maybe it won’t matter. It’s slow, deep, and intentional. Not just lips, but thumbs brushing skin, fingers curling at your waist, like he needs to memorize every part of you.

And afterward—he doesn’t say much. He just rests his forehead against yours and lets out that soft little breath, like okay, I’m good now. And you are too. Because when Percy kisses you, it’s not about perfection. It’s about feeling everything. All at once. Always.

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𐙚 — Jason Grace

Jason would kiss you like he’s got all the time in the world. Like every time he does it, it’s a quiet declaration—I’m here, I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere. He’s steady, grounded. He doesn’t rush. He chooses to kiss you, every time. And he makes sure you feel that.

He’s not big on PDA, but he’s also not subtle. He’ll brush a knuckle under your chin, tilt your face up gently, and look at you like you’re the answer to every prayer he didn’t know he made. Then he kisses you—firm, warm, and careful, like he’s making a promise with his mouth.

But when you’re alone? Oh, that’s different. That’s when he lets go a little. He presses you up against the kitchen counter or pulls you into his lap without a word. His kisses get heavier, slower. His hands slide up your back, tangle in your hair, and he kisses you like he’s pouring lightning into your veins—but in that quiet, controlled Jason way. Like he’s holding back the storm just for you.

And he always pulls back like he’s reluctant. Like the only reason he stopped is because he had to. His forehead rests against yours, and he smiles—soft, private, a little bit shy, like the fact that he gets to kiss you still surprises him sometimes.

Jason Grace kisses you like he’s built a temple out of trust and handed you the key. Every kiss says, you’re safe here. Every single time.

+ his cheeks are always flushed after kissing you.

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𐙚 — Leo Valdez

Leo kisses you like it’s a game he’s already won but still wants to play over and over. Like he’s addicted to the way you melt under his hands, and he’s not even trying to hide it. He’s the kind of guy who kisses you just to see your reaction—grinning against your mouth, one hand on your hip and the other already getting ideas.

It always starts playful. Always. He teases you first—throws in a flirty comment, smirks, gets way too close and just waits for you to cave. And when you do? He kisses you like fire—hot, fast, and impossible to ignore. His fingers are everywhere: tracing your jaw, tangling in your hair, gripping your waist like he’s holding on for dear life.

And he’s so unfair about it. He’ll kiss you like he’s starving, then pull back just enough to breathe something ridiculous against your lips like, “Wow. You’re kind of dangerously hot, you know that?”—and then go right back in, smug as hell.

But then sometimes—when it’s late, when you’re both tired and everything’s quiet—he gets serious. Like all the jokes drop away, and suddenly he’s kissing you slow. Intentional. Focused. No smirks, no games. Just Leo, warm and real, brushing his thumb across your cheek while he kisses you like he’s scared he’ll mess it up if he doesn’t get it exactly right.

And when he pulls away, he always looks at you like you’re his favorite invention. Something brilliant he still can’t believe he gets to keep.

Because Leo Valdez kisses you like he’s falling—every damn time—and he doesn’t mind the landing.

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𐙚 — Frank Zhang

Frank kisses you like it’s sacred. Like every time his lips touch yours, he’s silently thanking the universe that you chose him. He’s not flashy about it—he doesn’t need to be. He’s gentle, deliberate. His hands always find your waist first, like he’s making sure you’re really there, grounding himself before he gets lost in you.

And at first? He’s a little shy about it. Not hesitant—respectful. Like he doesn’t want to rush a moment that means everything to him. He kisses you softly, slowly, and fully, like he’s trying to tell you everything he can’t say out loud in one perfect motion. His lips are warm, steady, and always lingering just a little longer than expected.

But when he’s sure—when he’s confident that you want this as much as he does? That’s when it gets deep. He pulls you in closer, arms wrapping around you like a shield, like he’s protecting you from everything. His kisses become heavier, surer, and his hands shake a little because he feels so much and he’s still figuring out how to carry it all.

And afterward? He gets that soft, slightly flustered look. His cheeks pink, eyes kind of wide like he can’t believe he just did that—but there’s this tiny smile tugging at his lips. Like he’s proud. And in love. And maybe a little dazed by you.

Frank Zhang kisses you like he’s memorizing the way you feel against his heart. Like you’re the most important thing he’s ever had—and he’s not letting go.

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𐙚 — Luke Castellan

Luke kisses you like he already knows you’re going to kiss him back. There’s confidence in it—not exactly cocky, just sure. Like he’s memorized every way your lips move, how you breathe, where your hands go when he leans in. He doesn’t ask to kiss you, he decides to—like it’s inevitable. And it always is.

He’s smooth about it. Not flashy. He’ll glance at you once, tilt his head a little, and boom—your heart’s in your throat before he even touches you. His kisses start slow, controlled. Calculated, even. He wants to feel it build. He doesn’t rush—he savors. Lips brushing, lingering, waiting just long enough to make you chase him a little.

And when you do? That’s when he grins. That lazy, golden-boy grin that says yeah, I knew you would. He’ll kiss you deeper then, tilting your chin up, fingers brushing your jaw, warm and deliberate. One hand always finds its way to your lower back—pulling you in like he’s claiming something he already owns.

But, hey, stop. He’s complicated, remember? Cause he also kisses you like...

... he’s letting you in on a secret. Like every time his mouth touches yours, he’s handing you a piece of him he doesn’t trust the world with. It’s not gentle, not at first—he doesn’t do tentative. His kiss is deliberate, composed, and frustratingly slow. He’s the kind of person who tests every boundary, every reaction, who reads you like a battlefield—and kisses you the same way.

He doesn’t throw passion at you in waves—he studies you. Starts with a brush of his thumb on your jaw, a smirk on his lips. He makes you wait a second longer than necessary—on purpose—because he likes the way you look at him when you’re just barely holding back. Then he kisses you, steady and unflinching, and suddenly you realize: Luke doesn’t kiss to flirt. He kisses to own the moment.

It’s the kind of kiss that leaves no room to think. The kind that leaves you breathless because it’s paced like a strategy—slow where it counts, intense when it catches you off guard, then pulling away just when you need more. He’ll tilt his head and whisper something against your lips like, “What, already breathless?” and go back in like it was nothing.

But he’s not cruel. He just doesn’t know how to stop protecting himself—even from you.

Cause Luke also kisses you like he’s still learning how to be safe. But gods, he wants you to be the one he learns with.

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𐙚 — Nico di Angelo

Nico kisses you like it costs him something—but he’s willing to pay it. Every time.

He’s not casual about it. Not the type to steal kisses in front of others or kiss you just because he’s bored. No—when Nico kisses you, it’s because something in him needs it. Needs you. Needs to remind himself he’s still alive and tethered and not as alone as he used to be.

It starts awkward, always. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he second-guesses everything. He hesitates. Looks at your mouth like it’s a cliff he’s about to jump from, like he’s doing mental math on whether you’ll still be there when he lands. But when he finally commits? It’s all in.

He kisses like he feels—deep, intense, almost too much. His hand might shake a little when it cups your face, but his mouth is firm, focused. Nico doesn’t do “soft” the first time—he does real. It’s the kind of kiss that grabs your heart and doesn’t let go. The kind that makes you forget how cold the world used to feel before he let you in.

He breaks the kiss slowly, like he’s still trying to hold onto it. And then he looks at you—eyes dark and wide, a little scared, a little stunned, like he’s thinking I can’t believe I let myself do that, followed immediately by I really, really want to do it again.

And eventually—when he trusts it, when he trusts you—he gets more comfortable. Kisses you in the quiet moments. Brushing his lips against your temple while you read. A kiss to the back of your hand before a mission. The kind of affection that says: you’re the only person I let see this side of me. And I don’t want anyone else to.

Because Nico di Angelo doesn’t kiss to flirt. He kisses like it’s the first time he’s ever been allowed to want something—and not have it taken away.

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𐙚 — Will Solace

Will kisses you like he already misses you—and you’re right there.

There’s something urgent about the way he leans in. Not rushed, just intentional. Like he’s been thinking about it all day and now that he finally has you close, he’s going to make the most of it. His hands go straight to your waist, your cheeks, the back of your neck—he needs the contact. His lips press against yours with this steady kind of heat, like he’s trying to pour sunlight into your chest.

And he fucking smiles into it, every time. Like he can’t help it. Like kissing you is his favorite thing in the world and he’s a little surprised every time that it’s real.

He’s the type to whisper something just before he kisses you—“Missed you,” or “You’re so pretty like this,” or even just a soft, shaky “Hey.” Because for all his brightness, Will feels everything deeply. So yeah, the kiss might start playful—light, teasing, brushing his nose against yours with a quiet laugh—but the moment he really feels you respond? Game over.

Will deepens the kiss like he’s grounding himself. Like you’re his anchor in a storm only he can feel. And when it gets softer—when the laughter fades and it’s just breath and hands and closeness—you can tell this is where he lives. Not in the chaos. Not in the crowd. In you.

And after? He pulls away just enough to look at you. His thumb brushing your cheek, eyes all golden and crinkled, like the sun’s still stuck in his lashes. And he says it—not with a dramatic flair, not with fear. Just gently. “I love you.” Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Because with Will, it is.

— 💐 a/n : This is my version and interpretation of each of the characters as I understand them! If you don't like my interpretation or the way I wrote any of them, fuck off. Seriously, I don't care.

Plus, Luke's the longest one cause he's such a... complicated character, like, he has many layers, and I didn't know which one to write, so I did it like this. I mean, all the characters here have a lot of abilities, but Luke? Luke is a different case.

[mssorceressupreme]

Take Care of You | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: you wake up realising you’ve stained your boyfriend’s bed with period blood, and you feel terrible. later, while playing a friendly quidditch game, you get deadly cramps again and fred takes care of you for the rest of the day.

Warnings/content: reader gets her period, mentions of blood, pimples (lmao), insecure!reader, period cramps, fluff, fred weasley is THE standard :,), molly and arthur being the sweetest gems

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The Burrow was quiet in the early morning, the golden glow of the sun barely peeking through the curtains of Fred's bedroom. The soft rise and fall of his breathing filled the room, his arms wrapped securely around you as you lay nestled against him. His warmth, his scent—fresh, like cinnamon and a hint of something mischievously sweet—made you want to stay here forever.

However, during this particular morning, something felt...off.

You shifted slightly, your brows knitting as you became aware of a slight discomfort in your lower abdomen. Your face scrunched up in confusion, and as you moved your hand to touch your face, you felt a few bumps along your skin—pimples, no doubt. Great. Just what you needed.

Then, you felt it. The damp warmth between your legs. A sinking feeling settled in your stomach. Panic shot through you as you carefully lifted the covers, heart pounding as you caught sight of the undeniable red stain on Fred’s bedsheets.

Oh no.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening in sheer mortification. Not only had you woken up to pimples, but you had gotten your period in your boyfriend’s bed.

Your boyfriend’s bed. Sure, if it was your own bed, you didn't mind, as it would be your problem to deal with. This, however, was an entirely different case. Godric, you wanted to hide, to run away, to retreat into your shell.

The urge to disappear entirely took over as your face burned with embarrassment. What were you supposed to do? Wake him up and tell him you’d basically bled all over his sheets? You felt a lump in your throat and your vision became teary. Especially with pimples all over your face now, what would Fred think? Would he get grossed out, horrified, disgusted?

Maybe if you were really quiet, you could sneak out and fix it before he even noticed—

Time seemed to slip from your hands when all the shifting you did stirred Fred from his sleep. Shit, it was too late to move.

He groaned softly before his arms instinctively tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him with a lazy smile.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. He pressed a sleepy kiss to your cheek before pausing, sensing the tension in your body. His brows furrowed, and he blinked, still groggy. “You alright, darling? You seem a little tense.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “Fred, I—” Your voice was small, laced with hesitation. You inhaled deeply before revealing your dilemma, “I got my period.”

Fred blinked, confused for a second, before his lips curled into a small, lopsided smile. “Alright, love, no need to sound so distressed about it.”

You groaned again, this time with frustration. “No, you don’t understand,” you mumbled. “I stained your bed.”

With a deep breath, you lifted up the duvet and hesitantly pointed at the small red patch on the sheets. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you dared to glance at his face, bracing yourself for—well, you didn’t know what exactly. Disgust? Annoyance? Irritation? But instead, all you found was Fred sitting up, stretching before looking at the stain with mild curiosity, then back at you with a soft chuckle.

“Is that all?” he said, completely unfazed. “Thought you were gonna tell me you’d hexed my eyebrows off in my sleep or something.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Fred, I just bled on your bed,” you repeated, incredulous. “How are you this calm?”

"I just got my period...and I'm breaking out all over my face, I feel like a mess right now, I—" You continued rambling, all your worries spilling out at once.

He rolled his eyes fondly and pulled you into a warm hug, his chin resting on the top of your head. “Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, love,” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It’s normal, yeah? Not like you did it on purpose.” He pulled back slightly, his hands gently cupping your face. “My poor baby, let me take care of you.”

Your heart melted at his words, but you still couldn’t shake off the embarrassment. “But your sheets—”

“Easily cleaned,” he interrupted, waving a hand like it was nothing. “Mum’s got stain removers, no big deal. What is a big deal, though, is that you’re clearly not feeling great.” His hands dropped to your waist, tugging you close again. “And my girl needs to be taken care of.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, Fred was already hopping out of bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said, tossing on a shirt. “You go to the bathroom, get cleaned up. I’ll sort everything else out.”

Still in a daze from his reaction, you hesitated before nodding. You slipped into the bathroom, heart still pounding as you peeled off your clothes, carefully cleaning yourself up. A few moments later, there was a soft knock at the door.

“Here, I’ve got some pads for you,” Fred called from the other side.

You cracked open the door, peeking out to see him holding a small stack of pads in his hands, a sheepish yet triumphant grin on his face.

“Ginny might have thrown something at me when I woke her up to ask, but worth it,” he teased, handing them to you.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Thank you, handsome.”

“For a pretty girl like you, anytime.” He kissed your forehead gently before stepping back. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Once you were done, you returned to Fred’s room to find the bed already spotless, the stain completely gone. He grinned when he saw you. “Told you I’d sort it.”

You launched yourself at him, hugging him tightly. “Ugh Fred, you’re too good at this.”

“I know,” he said smugly, earning a light smack on the arm. He chuckled before pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s get some breakfast in you, yeah?” There was something comforting about his kisses, every time he planted one on you, it felt as though everything was going to be alright.

Downstairs, the Burrow was already lively with chatter. Molly beamed as she hugged you good morning before returning to cooking, and Arthur greeted you warmly.

"Ah come join us, you lovebirds." Arthur teased, Fred's ears turning a light shade of red in response.

"What took you guys so long today? Busy eh?" Ron teased, wiggling his brows before taking a bite of his toast.

"Shove off, what's the point in rushing downstairs? Not like we've got somewhere to be." Fred retorted, a bit more harshly than he had intended.

Ginny shot you two a knowing look, giving you a sympathetic smile, "You won't understand the pressures of being a woman Ron, takes a lot to look this good every day." She joked, though laced with a comforting undertone, indirectly defending you. You tilted your head and smiled warmly at her, a way of showing gratitude.

"Come Y/N dear, you must be starving." Molly placed two eggs on your plate next to your toast, "Percy, pass her the butter will you."

"This looks delicious, thank you Molly!" You beamed, her food was always made with love; a mother's love, and that's what made it extra tasty.

Though you smiled, and occasionally shared quips with the others, only Fred was able to see right through you. He kept sneaking glances, his hand resting on your thigh under the table, stroking it gently.

You turned to give him a reassuring smile, but he still worried for you, wanting to ensure you felt better.

___

Later that afternoon, you and the Weasleys were playing a toned-down version of Quidditch outside the Burrow.

The sky was clear as day, the air crisp with a cool breeze occasionally blowing your hair, and laughter filled the open field as Ron, Fred, and Ginny zoomed around on their brooms, chucking the Quaffle back and forth.

Meanwhile, you, Percy, and George remained on the ground, running, dodging, and attempting to intercept the ball whenever it came your way.

At first, you kept up, laughing as George nudged you playfully and you pretended to dramatically fall or trip, making him burst into laughter.

"Woah, when did you get so strong?" Sarcasm lingered in your tone.

"Puh-lease, this is like twenty-percent of my strength. You're lucky I'm going on easy on ya." George ruffled your hair messily, it was safe to say the two of you definitely had a sibling-like relationship.

Though as the game went on, you started to slow down. The cramps you’d been trying to ignore all day crept in with full force, sharp and unbearable.

It felt like your insides were twisting, a deep ache radiating through your stomach and back, growing stronger by the minute. You bit your lip, pressing a hand to your abdomen, willing the pain away. But it was no use.

After a few more steps, you stopped completely, crouching down with a sharp inhale.

Fred, who had been mid-air, immediately noticed. He veered off from the game and swooped down toward you, concern flickering across his face. "Love? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softer now as he handed his broom off to George, who had also stopped running and looked at you with concern.

“You alright, Y/N?” George asked, his usual teasing tone replaced with genuine worry.

You tried to wave them off, not wanting to make a fuss, but Fred wasn’t having it. He crouched beside you, his large hands gently resting on your arms as he searched your face.

"Cramps," you admitted in a whisper, wincing slightly.

Fred was up in an instant. "Alright, that’s it. You're going inside." He stood, helping you up carefully, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively. George gave you an encouraging nod before returning to the game, and as you and Fred walked toward the Burrow, you leaned into him, grateful for his warmth and steady presence.

As soon as you stepped inside, Molly turned from the stove, immediately noticing your pale face and Fred’s worried expression. "What’s wrong, dear?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached.

“Cramps,” Fred answered before you could, his voice carrying that soft, caring edge that made your heart ache in the best way.

“Oh, sweetheart," Molly cooed. "You sit down and rest. I’ll whip up some soup and a cramp relief potion right away.”

"Thank you, Molly," you said softly, feeling a rush of gratitude for the warmth and kindness of the Weasley family.

You always secretly hoped you'd marry into the family one day, but you didn't want to admit that aloud, or pressure Fred into such things yet.

Fred led you upstairs to his room, insisting you lay down. "Rest up, yeah? I’ll be back in a bit," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of the room.

A little while later, the door creaked open again, and Fred returned, carrying a small basket filled with chocolates, a heating pad, some of your favourite snacks, and—to your surprise—a teddy bear.

You blinked at it, smiling despite your discomfort. “A teddy?”

Fred set the basket down, and held the bear up, making its little arm wave at you. "To cuddle with."

You giggled, looking at him with awe. “Come here. I’d rather cuddle with you, baby."

He grinned before climbing into bed next to you, immediately wrapping you in his buff arms. His embrace, his scent—everything about him was comforting, you could only melt right into him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to face you. But after a moment, you grew shy, burying your face in his chest.

“Don’t look at me,” you mumbled, insecurity creeping in. “I don’t feel pretty right now.”

Fred’s brows furrowed, and he cupped your cheek, tilting your face back up to him. "Don’t you ever say that," he murmured, his gaze filled with so much love it made your heartache.

"You’re perfect. You’re gorgeous. These little things, flaws you might call them—they don’t matter. If anything, they make you even more beautiful. To me, you always look good, angel."

Tears welled in your eyes at his words, and you let out a shaky breath. “I love you, Freddie.”

His expression softened even more, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I love you too.”

With that, he pulled you closer, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second, drifting off into a peaceful nap in his arms.

___

An hour later, Molly walked in, a tray in her hands carrying a bowl of warm soup and a small vial of cramp relief potion. But as soon as she saw the two of you curled up together, fast asleep, a tender smile spread across her face. She stood there for a moment, simply watching, before turning to call Arthur over.

Arthur peeked inside, his eyes crinkling with affection as he took in the sight. “Reminds me of us back in the day,” he murmured with a fond chuckle.

Molly playfully swatted his arm before she placed the tray on the bedside table, snapping a quick photo of you and Fred with a knowing grin. Then, hand in hand, she and Arthur quietly slipped out of the room, leaving you both to your peaceful afternoon nap.

____

A/N: currently on my period and thought a fluffy fic would be healing rn <3 lowkey feeling a smut one soon? not sure though hehehe (help I'm so indecisive 😭😩)

[classica-meretrix]

Percy Jackson Dating Headcannons

pairing: percy jackson genre: fluff content/warnings: lil suggestive cuz it's perce

・❥・Percy collecting pretty seashells for you and giving them to you full handfuls at a time

・❥・He insists on everything being blue, and before you know it you only seem to have blue clothes, blankets, etc.

・❥・Percy constantly sneaking off from practice to the weapons shed so he can make out with you

・❥・Him being obsessed with just lying in bed with you, enjoying your company

・❥・Percy not giving two fucks about the table rule and asking you to sit with him at meals

・❥・Calling you strictly nicknames, his favorites being "sweet girl", "mine", or something to do with your godly parent (I actually don't think he even knows your legal name)

・❥・Him calling you nicknames so exclusively that he actually gets a little confused when someone refers to you or calls you by your actual name

・❥・Percy taking you swimming and loving introducing you to all the wildlife around the long island sound

・❥・Making dirty jokes at every opportunity

・❥・On a similar note, taking any occasion for you to be in as little clothing as possible (he makes it his life mission)

・❥・Percy teaching you sword fighting, but losing once you start to get the hang of it because he's too caught up in you

・❥・Almost constantly in meaningless fights or disagreements because it's how you two express love

・❥・Overall, just Percy being obsessed with you and hardly leaving your side

[lecsainz]

A headcanon of Percy Jackson x reader daughter of Zeus, where he has been in love since the first day he saw her, and he had also recently arrived at the camp, please

˒ ⌕ SHE IS LIKE THUNDER

parings: percy jackson x zeus!reader

an:I know I disappeared, forgive me 🤧, but picture me writing this at 3 AM, dying of sleepiness after watching the last episode of PJO, AND ANNIE USED THE NICKNAME 😭 THIS EPISODE IS STILL TOO MUCH FOR ME TO PROCESS!!!!

summary: the one where you're a daughter of zeus, exploring your relationship with percy.

( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

You and Percy crossed paths during one of your training sessions. Luke was giving Percy a tour of the camp, and when Percy laid eyes on you, he halted abruptly, as if struck by lightning. For some inexplicable reason, he felt an urgent need to know who you were, as if the gods themselves demanded it.

Percy's eyes widened as he observed you from across the training grounds. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing a finger in your direction. Luke suppressed a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Her? Oh, that's Y/N, daughter of Zeus." Percy squinted, trying to decipher your actions, as you accidentally summoned a small lightning bolt that fizzled out near your feet. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Does that happen often?" Luke grinned. "Only when she's particularly excited, which, by the way, is most of the time. You should see her during thunderstorms!" Percy blinked, watching as you waved sheepishly, causing another faint spark to crackle in the air.

You and Percy found common ground in venting about the gods upon his arrival.

"Hey, little thunder, how's it going?" Percy grinned. "Don't call me that," you replied, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm good too, thanks for asking, Lightning Rod," Percy joked, emphasizing his newfound nickname for you.

Attempts at using your powers together proved futile, as water and electricity didn't exactly make for a harmonious combination.

According to Percy, Cabin 3 was way too big for just him, and assuming you felt the same way about Cabin 1, he started a tradition. At 12:00, he'd show up at your cabin, asking to share it, turning into a routine of hosting pajama parties in each other's cabins.

After you discovered that your half-sister, Thalia, had been turned into a pine tree to save her, Percy couldn't resist teasing you about it.

"Do you think your dad would turn you into, what, a fountain? Or maybe a cherry blossom tree would suit you?" Percy grinned, enjoying the opportunity to rib you. "Jackson, shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. Later, when Grover and Annabeth intervened, trying to keep you two from frying each other, Percy couldn't resist a parting shot. He had soaked you with water from a nearby forest stream during the mission, leaving you drenched and fueling your desire to electrocute him. "Next time you want to electrocute Percy, make sure I'm not around," Annabeth teased as they separated you, noticing your soaked state. Grover, being the peacekeeper, started singing the song of friendship, encouraging both of you to hug it out and apologize. Percy, however, observed that you were shivering from the cold as you walked. Realizing this, he handed you his jacket, concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you stay wet like this," he said, offering you warmth amidst the chilly aftermath of your water-based altercation.

Since neither you nor Percy admit to having feelings for each other, you find yourselves in constant teasing and banter.

During a mission, you two start a squabble because you want to lead everything, and he just wants to do his thing or isn't paying attention to what you're saying. Grover and Annabeth exchange glances, seeking a way to mediate.

It takes a long time before you muster the courage to admit you have feelings for the son of Poseidon. You decide to confess first because, knowing Percy, it would take ages if you waited for him.

"Percy, I need to talk in case we don't get out of here." "Spark Plug, we're getting out of here; trust me." "I like you, Seaweed Brain." He stands there in shock, mouth hanging open, unable to believe that you like him back.

After Percy managed to confess that he also liked you, you enjoyed teasing him about his stunned reaction. But deep down, you were terrified that he might have said he didn't like you back.

Percy becomes incredibly protective of you.

"Touch her, and you'll be dead."

You love stormy days and spend hours on the beach with Percy because he can control the water, ensuring you both stay dry.

"Isn't it beautiful?" "What, little storm?" You pause, gazing out at the tumultuous sea, the waves crashing against the shore. "It's like the ocean is in harmony with this storm. It's as if they understand each other, finding peace in the chaos." "Maybe," Percy finally responds, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe storms and the sea have a way of finding peace in chaos because they understand that even in the wildest moments, there's a certain kind of order."

You appreciate the profound simplicity of his words, and in that moment, he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. For the first time in a long while, you feel at home

[lunarsworld]

percy watches his cabin door intently as he hears someone rattle the doorknob. “hello?” he shouts. suddenly you get the door open, mascara running and heels in hand. he immediately reaches out for you, and you follow. “hey, sweetheart. what’s wrong?” he asks as he envelops your body, reeking of tequila. “went to that thing you told me to with annabeth. not fun.” you say, sniffling into his shirt. “what happened?” he asks with concern growing in his eyes, worried something may have gone wrong.

“nothing happened,” you grumble. “just missed you a lot and got drunk to make it go away, then it wouldn’t so i kept going.” you slowly breathe in his scent, bringing you comfort. “poor baby,” he chuckles, glad that the only thing you did was miss him. you continue to take deep, manual breaths. “all the girls were dancing with their boyfriends and having fun-“ you cut yourself off with a ragged breath. “and it made me realize i don’t like doing things without you.”

percy smiles at your words, affection in his eyes as you prop your chin on his chest. you gaze into each others eyes for a while. “why are you looking at me like that?” you say, hiccuping. percy rolls his eyes at you with a smirk. “can i not look at you in all your glory?” he asks, bringing a cheesy grin to your face as he takes his thumb and wipes a black tear off your stained face. “you’re such a dork, jackson” you say as you lay your head back down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“you know you love it though,” he replies, rubbing light circles on your back as you fall asleep.

[c1nnam00n]

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

[stilessflannel]

if there was a stereotype for athena's children, that would be you. smart, strategic, quick witted, always ten steps ahead of everyone else - that is, when you're not being completely wrecked by percy jackson.

every brush of his tip against your cervix turned your legs and normally reliable brain to mush. you didn't know what to focus on - the way he was setting a brutal pace of fucking you so hard that moans were pushed out of your chest with every thrust, the way his fingers rubbed your overstimulated clit at ungodly speed yet it felt so good, or the sight of the finest demigod to possibly ever exist above you shirtless and panting with effort.

"im...ahh!~...so close.... perce..." you babbled, tv static filling your brain and pushing every legible thought out except that you needed him faster, harder, and closer.

percy grinned, seeing the state you were in under him. after years of growing up together with you always having a witty comment on the tip of your tongue or always being several steps ahead of him, to being counsellors and watching you melt like putty into his hands was making him pound you harder - making him feral.

"yeah? y'gonna come for me?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead as he moved his hands under your body and up to the back of your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. the new angle had you seeing stars - and praying to the gods that you would stay quiet least you wake up someone surrounding cabin three.

he intertwines his fingers with yours, never letting up his pace as his forehead meets yours. "crazy how the smartest daughter of athena can hardly string a sentence together." you roll your eyes and are about to bite back with a remark when he moves his hands to in between your thighs, circling your clit so fast that your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

as you thrash and lose control of your body, eyes rolling so far back into your head you see stars, percy can't help but fuck you harder, seeing how dumb he's made you.

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[aphroditeinthesea]

“ how could you think i’d be your friend? ”

percy jackson x fem!reader 🌊

⚠️ sexual references

a/n percy won by a landslide it’s not even funny

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this was getting too far. so far, you were topless, he was topless, and there was some friction that should not be happening.

his lips traveled down your neck as his hands squeezed your waist tighter, making you let out a groan.

“perce,” you sighed. your fingertips lingered along his toned shoulders.

his teeth bit down a bit on your collarbone, “yeah, baby?”

baby. this is the only time he calls you that. while your clothes are on the floor and you’re offering yourself up for sacrifice.

you slightly pushed him off of you to look at his eyes. “percy,” your left hand softly caressed his temple, “i, uhm,” you sighed.

“you okay?” he softly questioned, his grip loosening and his hands tracing shapes into your back.

“i can’t,” you looked at him. his eyebrows creased in curiosity as he looked up at you. “how do you think of me?”

“oh,” he looked down for a moment before back up at you, “i think you’re beautiful,” kiss to your collarbone, “you’re hot,” chest, “sexy,” as he leaned in to press a third kiss to your tit, you grabbed his hair, pulling him back.

“besides the obvious,” you muttered, causing a grin to appear on his face, “do you like me in a way that’s…” you took a breath, “not physical?”

he smiled, “okay, yeah.” his fingers twisted in your hair, “i like how you’re strong, you’re actually one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met.”

“percy,” your gaze went to his chest.

“what’s bothering you, baby?”

your heart dropped, “that.”

“what?”

“you,” the way his chest rose and fell quicker at your questioning made you feel slightly guilty, “you call me baby when we’re naked, and it’s stupid, i’m sorry.”

“i’m so confused, y/n,” he mentioned, “do you want me to stop calling you that?”

you urgently shook your head, “no, no.”

“what is it then?”

“i can’t be your friend.”

you finally looked up. the look of betrayal on his face was indescribable. his hands left your body, leaving you cold.

you crawled off of his lap and sat in front of him.

“did i..” he looked at you, “do something?”

“percy, you were my best friend in the world,” you gestured between the two of you, “but this,” you shook your head, “i can’t do.”

“then we’ll stop,” he quickly replied. “we can stop and be friends.”

“no,” you scooched closer to him. you laid your hand on his chest, “percy,” bite the bullet, “i love you.”

his silence after your words made it worlds worse. until his hand rested on top of yours.

he interlocked his fingers with yours and brought them up to his mouth. softly, he pressed a wet kiss to your wrist.

“i love you, too.”

your lips twitched into a soft smile, “promise?”

hr pulled you closer, “promise.” he kissed you deeply, lingering his hands around your ribs, “i love you, baby.”

your smile widened. you cupped his face, “let’s never be friends again.”

he laughed, kissing your jaw, “never,” he flipped you under him, kissing your lips, “ever, baby.”

[pumpkinbxtch]

hi!!! I was wondering if you could do hcs for what arguing would be like with the HOO boys

Don't talk me like that! | headcanons

— arguing with the hoO boys

warnings: angst, language, boys being...boys

who's here: jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang ands percy jackson.

a/n: ohh ohh ohhh, yes. I can. I love drama.

— jason grace:

To get into a real fight with him, you must have come a long way because he's so peaceful and always tries to negotiate calmly, making sure both of you communicate effectively. But at the end of the day, you're like any other couple and sometimes end up having real fights.

The big issue is Jason's nature. He goes silent when he's really upset, his emotions hard to show.

When he’s that mad, you can see it on his face. It’s scary, let’s not lie.

When the ice breaks, he tries to take charge to explain what's wrong, which often makes things worse.

He keeps his distance when you argue, tense and rigid. He’s like a handsome, angry log.

Sometimes he says things reluctantly, like "don't act childish," which is so him.

Yes, he raises his voice and gets frustrated, "no, I said NO, THAT’S NOT HOW IT IS, gods…"

If you're wondering if his powers show, the answer is NEVER, or at least not against you. His mouth might taste like metal or his fingers might spark, but that's just him being really stressed.

His eyes get cloudy and grey.

He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples while muttering.

When things finally start to work out, he breathes better and starts talking more because he knows nothing will work if he doesn’t.

He’s practical, coming up with solutions to problems.

When the fight's over, he hugs you and kisses your forehead, relieved to be out of that situation.

Can he stay mad for days? Depends on the problem, but he’d prefer it doesn't last more than a day.

— leo valdez;

Leo and you usually argue over small things because you have that kind of relationship where you bicker and tease for fun, but when things get serious, the arguments can get heated (get it? heated? laugh, please).

That’s when things get tough. He may seem easy-going, but Leo has a strong temper and is very stubborn when he's mad. Whatever made you really fight doesn't matter because he’ll be stuck on his point.

"No, that's not how it happened." You could be contradicting each other all day until you both turn away and stop talking.

"Well, screw you!" you say, and he growls back, "Yeah, you too," swearing in Spanish. "vale ma-" "me lleva la ch-"

Yes, he switches languages mid-sentence.

"I already told you no! CUANTAS VECES TENGO QUE DECIRLO, carajo!-"

If you know Spanish, you can reply; if not...

"I don’t understand you, idiot. Say it in English or fuck yourself ." (just in case because you’re not sure what he said)

Swearing is common if he's really mad, but it's more his way of dealing with it than being mad at you.

That or sharp sarcasm.

Yes, he might cry if the argument is really bad.

His rigid feelings and insecurity can come up.

Leo is attached, so he’s constantly thinking of ways to fix it because he can’t stand being away from you for too long.

He keeps his distance, terrified of hurting you with his powers, which makes him nervous. "No, DON’T COME NEAR ME." It's for your safety, but it hurts him to see the look in your eyes when he says it.

Can he stay mad for days? Absolutely, but he misses you a lot, though his pride might keep him from showing it.

Don’t worry, he’ll eventually sit down to talk it out, and you’ll both calm down and fix things.

Then he'll give you a big hug and kiss your cheeks.

— frank zhang:

it’s hard to imagine: WHAT DID YOU DO TO FIGHT?

Yes, Frank is Mars’s son, but he’d never choose the battlefield for his lover. He’s very careful and always considerate, but yeah he can be severe when things get bad, and when isn't enough just have a serious talk.

You end up fighting in not-so-quiet whispers, with your faces and gestures being the most expressive.

"Of course not, I already told you, hey!" He raises his hands, and his body tenses up threateningly.

Frank tries to understand your point and make himself heard, always mindful of both your feelings. He knows how to set boundaries.

Sometimes, he just can’t take it anymore and signals a pause. "You know what? This is getting too much, and neither of us is in the best shape. Let’s talk tomorrow or later, please."

Does he raise his voice? Hardly, only when he really needs to make a point.

His eyes are bright, tinged with sadness and anger. The deadliest is his calm face or the way he slightly curls his lip, almost growling.

His eyebrows always seem to be touching, even if he doesn’t want them to.

He keeps a cool head to solve things.

Can he stay mad for days? Yes, while clearing his mind and thinking. He’ll come up to you, and you’ll talk it out, making things work in the end.

He’ll take your hand. You might feel guilty for pushing a guy like Frank to his limit, but he doesn’t mind having relationship problems with you:

"I hope we fight many more times, but about totally different things because it means we’ve really solved the previous issues."

— percy jackson:

wtf did you both do to get into a fight?

Percy won't waste a second, trying to resolve it immediately by asking and reflecting on his own actions. "What did I do wrong?" if it was his fault. "Can you listen to me for a second?" if it was you.

He hates being mad at you, just can’t stand it. But if the fight starts, he wants to start or finish it (or both).

Yes, he might cry.

Yes, he might raise his voice. "No, I didn't do anything. LISTEN TO ME."

Then he apologizes for it because he lost it.

He tries to hold your hands and says, "Babe, babe…"

He makes you both breathe and talk calmly.

He argues, of course, but differently. He’ll stop the conversation. "You know what? I'll think about it." He leaves or makes you leave.

Consequently, he might stay mad for days, or both of you might be mad at each other, but he’s thinking of what to say rather than just calming down. (Nothing wrong with that, everyone handles feelings differently and that's valid.)

Yes, he asks his mom.

Yes, he asks Paul.

You both end up fixing things, and he hugs you tight, giving you kisses all over your face while pouting.

"I missed you, babe."

[pjofancalledbelle]

On the 4th July Will fills water guns with nectar and goes around healing people with his water gun for the day so he doesn’t have to be in the infirmary.