rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

j. mace + first unexpected period

you emerge from the bathroom, teeth gritted when you see him pulling a new, clean sheet over his mattress. "i'm sorry, jamie."

he faces you with a small smile, his eyes briefly taking in the way his boxers cling to your wider hips. "just blood." as his gaze rakes up your body, he takes in your crossed arms and twisted frown. "you really think i don't have any experience around menstruation, huh?"

you purse your lips, approaching him cautiously. "you only have brothers, right?" some of your tension drains away when he reaches for you, tucking the top of your head under his chin. "plus, you're an engineer."

he steps back, landing on the bed with a scoff. "that was a dig."

you let him loosen your arms so he can drape them around his wide shoulders. once you let your fingers drift to the nape of his neck, you toy with the pleasant spikiness of his short hair. "you weren't exactly chasing skirts in college."

"maybe if you'd gone to college with me," he murmurs.

the reverent look in his blue eyes, even though you just bled through your sleep shorts and onto his bed, then accused him of being a nerd, confuses you. embarrasses you. endears you to him.

"does it hurt?" he asks. you gasp lightly, when his warm hand sneaks under your shirt to lay flat against your lower belly.

you blink slowly. "it probably will tomorrow."

"here." he lifts your shirt a couple inches, then rolls down the hem of his soft boxers to plant a few chaste kisses into your skin. "for good luck."