pairing . . . wes bennett x ( percy jackson fan ) curlyhead!fem!reader
the cassette playing . . . wonderland! taylor swift
the letter reads . . . where your very own percy jackson surprises you.
a/n . . . I used 'bibliophile' but it basically means a book lover in a fancy term, so yeahhh!! this is my first try at a blurb so bare with me 🤞🤞 I got this idea and went with it, hope y'all like it to tons!! also!!!! a little cameo to all my 'perkabeth' people 💗👏👏
wes fucking bennet who shows up at your door with the biggest grin and huge bags full of god knows what, and kisses you as he says "i'm gonna make you the happiest bibliophile ever, baby, just you wait and see."
"what are you talking about, wessy?"
he's going around your living room like a maniac, not listening a word coming from your lips, just taking stuff out from the bags he had brought. only stopping for a moment to kiss your lip before going back to his mindless state.
"wes!" you tried to throw a pillow at him, but he catched it and send it back to your face.
"don't be throwing stuff at me when i'm about to make you the happiest woman in the world, pretty girl."
"what are you talking about? wessy, sweetheart, are you wrong in your head?"
wes gives you a groan, before taking out a Yankees cap and lay it in your head, before grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply.
you melted into his arms, one of your arms went around his shoulder and your hand to his cheek, your thumb caressing the heat in his skin gently.
"your lips are so sweet," he groaned, grabbing a hold of your jaw to deepen the kiss, his lips dancing against yours until he felt huffs and puffs of air hit his lips, smirking to you when he pulled away. "so damn sweet... anyway, did you like my surprise?"
"surprise?" you mumbled, too focused on his cupid's bow and the pink shadow your lip gloss had left behind.
"we're gonna dress up as perka—"
"percabeth," you correct absent minded, not even registering his word completely.
"oh, hush, a lot of people say it like that."
"but it's 'percy' not 'perky'."
"let me be happy, woman. you're probably right, like usual, but i don't really care. anyway! we're dressing up as them for the costume party michael is throwing."
excitement shot your heart, finally taking notice of the Yankees cap on your head and soon you were grinning widely. wes let you out of his grasp, to let you jump around in exciment.
"do you have any idea how iconic this is?! oh my god! we're gonna be so cute! and you even act like percy so it's accurate! oh my gosh!" he gave you a smile as he took out the rest of what his bags had, humming along as you squeaked and exclaimed happily about dressing up as your favorite couple.
"and you'll get to show off your curls! you're gonna rock it. i have some options, since i didn't know what you would like better."
"yeah? what do you have?"
"ehh... so maybe their outfits for their first month? aaaaaaaaaaaand... the classic camp half-blood attire, or... or we can make something up like— like a jersey with an 8 or something."
"you got the green dress?"
"yes?" he whispered, furrowing his brows, not knowing if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
your smile is big, but soon it's being screwed up by wes' lips. he presses them to yours various times before copying your smile into his lips.
"i think the green dress would look beautiful on you, lovely."