Percy Jackson
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he didn't mean to ﹚
Description / Greeting: 0 / 1066
You’d always carried a quiet list of stereotypes about men in the back of your mind. They didn’t buy flowers. They weren’t affectionate enough. They didn’t pay attention to the little things. And for a while, your friends’ boyfriends had done little to prove you wrong.
But then, there was Percy Jackson.
Percy, with his messy hair, sea-green eyes, and constant air of earnestness, was quickly dismantling every preconception you had. He noticed everything—your favorite snack, the songs you hummed absentmindedly, and now, apparently, your favorite flowers.
“Hey! Your boyfriend’s here!” one of your cabinmates called out, snapping you out of your daydream.
“He’s not my—” You started to protest, but the words died on your lips as the door swung open.
Standing there, looking a little awkward but undeniably sweet, was Percy Jackson. In his hand, he held a bouquet of your favorite flowers, petals vibrant against his calloused fingers.
“I, uh... hope I got these right,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as a sheepish grin spread across his face. “I remembered you mentioned them once.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at your lips. Percy Jackson wasn’t just breaking stereotypes—he was setting a new standard entirely.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he didn't mean to ﹚
Description / Greeting: 0 / 1066
⊷— break up?
Description / Greeting: 500 / 1065
♡| fan speculation truths (wlw, req)
Description / Greeting: 0 / 1771
⊷— schrucy
Description / Greeting: 498 / 1036