If You Want , I'll Take A PJO Match Up Any Gender Is Fine, I'm Bi Af I'm 5'1 , Curly Hair, Dark Asian

If you want , I'll take a PJO match up Any gender is fine, I'm bi af I'm 5'1 , curly hair, dark Asian Indian skin, not super athletic, just a bit of belly fluff lol My personality is pretty much just me being an overemotional perfectionist that just wants to make everyone happy. (Pathetic I know) My hobbies interests and activities are hanging with my dogs and horse, horseback riding, reading, writing poetry, Simming and learning to be a coffee snob 😂

hello! this one was fun, hope you like it! also, horseback riding is the best so that’s cool

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

(I had to headcanon an image since I wanted a realistic one haha)

I pair you with Charles Beckendorf!

first thing, you are smol and he is h u g e so expect to be swept up in a bone crushing hug like all the time

since he’s a son of Hephaestus, you will receive some trinket as a gift 24/7 (and let’s be honest, you’ve most likely got a shelf full of little horse figurines)

he’s so awkward (y’know, because he feels more comfortable around machines than people and it shows) but he’s the sweetest boy you will ever meet

he is also super easy to please, so don’t worry you don’t have to do much to impress him (and being a perfectionist who feels things deeply and wishes joy for others is not in any way pathetic, it’s beautiful and you’re doing wonderful)

also he’s not big on showing emotions, but he is very attentive to yours. if he senses that you’re upset he will wrap you in his arms and press a gentle kiss to your forehead in reassurance. he’s also fond of you sitting between his legs, back resting against his chest. he could fall asleep like that and he often does

he makes really good jokes and is really good with dry humor so if you’re ever feeling down he’s the perfect one to cheer you back up

he spends a lot of his time in the forges and often forgets to eat so grab his hand and take him on a picnic he will love it

this boy will ride horses with you until the end of time. he’s either made a mechanical horse for himself specifically for that purpose or he found a big spunky pegasi and they bonded immediately

also I bet when he was younger and first met you and was trying to impress you he attempted to make a mechanical puppy for you but got something wrong so the animal was just a little off and it had a few glitches and was s u p e r hyperactive, but you still kept it and have it to this day, your cabin mates love it

100% convinced that he makes coffee for you everyday it’s not good but you drink it because you love him

read him your poetry. he’ll probably memorize it and recite it when he’s in the forges working or any time he’s fighting. it calms him down

no he did not die what are you talking about

Y/n : Hey Aang ?

Aang : yeah Y/n

Y/n: I just realized something we might be related

Aang: really? How

Y/n: the first Avatar Wan is my great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandfather. There might be more greats in there some where

He's been done!

Yandere Aang Headcanons

- Aang is a little ball of sunshine at first

- He'd first recognize his feelings for you when he saw you helping out Toph, you two being close friends

- You were perfect in his eyes, you reminded him of everything that he knew before he was found. Before the war. You were so pure and happy, obviously enjoying the peace and quiet.

- You weren't tainted by sorrow and the fire nation brought to the nation's.

-Toph would of course catch on to this. She may be blind but she's smart. So of course like any good friend would introduce you two.

-Aang cheeks would be burning. You were actually talking to him!

-Aang smiled as you two talked for hours and hours. He then came to a conclusion. You didn't care that he was the Avatar. You didn't put any pressure on him unlike others.

-And that was something he wanted all to himself.

-Of course the Avatar gets jealous.

-Jealous Aang isn't the best Aang to try and reason with. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt people who tried to pursue or hurt you. And it's not small jabs or anything he goes full Avatar mode over you.

- Aang flirted with you or at least that's what you took it. You'd cuddle with him and as you two grew older and older he'd finally confess

-He was constantly dropping hints hes surprised it's taken you this long to figure it out

-Now it depends on what you say to him in response

-If you say yes and do end up dating him, it's going to be the best time of your life. Cuddles and kisses 24/7. Nothing but sweet times and running republic city together

-Now if you say no however it's instant Blackmail. He's the Avatar and creator of the very place you two live who wouldn't believe him! It doesn't matter what you do or what you try to do he'd instantly find out and punish you.

- Well he wouldn't punish you. He could never hurt you. But isolate you is something he can and will do. If you think you can talk to anyone else but him well you just need to get your priorities in straight. And a good bit of time alone should do that.

-Either way it doesn't matter what you choose, you will get married and will have kids.

-Aang loves you very much. He can just get love confused with obsession and just being down right greedy sometimes. He's just a big baby that needs guidance.

Kiawe: Y/N NO!

Lana: what's Y/n done now?

Lilly: wait where's Ash!

Ash: sorry I'm late

Mallow: Y/N!

Kiawe: Y/N COME BACK HERE!!!

Lilly: RUN Y/N RUN!

Honestly this was Funnier in my head......

Okay okay I know you JUST wrote something for me but I also JUST got an idea! What about either Connor Stoll or Percy dating a daughter of Dionysus!? He doesn’t know initially but when he noticed them spending more time together he gets suspicious and then when he walks into her cabin without word one day and catches her kissing him he realizes that his precious daughter is dating the guy…which he’s not pleased about. So he threatens his daughter’s boyfriend and is all “if you so much as look at her the wrong way I WILL hunt you down and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life” but ultimately approves because he sees how happy that he makes the reader? And so he goes back to reader and tries to make the threat not seem as bad and they just have a cute little picnic or something together.

If you choose to ignore that’s fine cause you did JUST write something for me, but I think it might be interesting.

hi hi! and no worries about the amount of requests ill take em all! because i just wrote something with percy, i'll go with connor + i love the stoll brothers so...thank you for the request!

edit: i just realized i completely forgot the picnic part...im so sorry :(

You sat on a bench on the porch of your cabin, bending grapevines and leaves amongst twigs to fold it into a crown. Connor, amused, sat at your feet, chin hooked on top of your knee.

"Just wait," you murmured, tongue poking out from your lips as you tie the twigs with a few stray pieces of string, "it looks better when it's on your head."

Connor hummed, raising an eyebrow. You've pricked your fingers about five times, and it'd been an hour of you carefully crafting the crown, but he'd stayed there at your feet for every second of it.

"Aha!" you grinned and leaned down to place it in his curls. Immediately, his dark curls seemed to swallow it up. He winces, as pulls on one curl that had been tugged on uncomfortably when it was placed in his head.

You'd been right, it did look better on his head. The leaves stood out in his dark hair, and the wood of the twigs was a lighter shade than his hair.

You smiled, cradling his cheeks in your hands. "See? Perfect."

He giggled, "me or the crown?"

"Both."

You leaned in to kiss him, when your name was sharply called.

"Y/N!" Your head shot up to find your father, Dionysus, making his way towards you. Connor's eyebrows furrowed, showing his distaste at the intrusion, but stood up and shuffled away a bit. Not even he would dare face your father.

"Papa," you greeted, standing up. He glanced at Connor, but looked over it and waved you forward. Nervously, you hopped down the steps to greet him. Even if he was your dad, and you were around him frequently, he was still a god and could very much turn you into a shellfish if he pleased.

"Yes?" You asked, hands folded behind your back. Your father rubbed his temple, can of coca-cola in hand.

"I need you to overlook the new campers in the archery range. I would ask somebody else, but they all made up excuses and I don't have the energy to do it," he looked genuinely sympathetic for you, knowing very well how much of a pain some new campers could be. It wasn't new to you, for him to treat you so kindly, but Connor made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat.

"Yes, papa. I'll be there in a moment, let me grab my bow," you ran back into the cabin, and exited just in time to hear your dad dismiss your boyfriend.

You gave Connor a brief wave, which he grinned and returned, but stopped and ran when your father stared at him.

"God, I hate Hermes' kids," he said before taking a sip of his drink.

You chuckled weakly, shouldering your bow. "Yeah..."

He walked off, and you blew out a puff of air.

Guess telling you dad about the status of you and Connor's relationship was once again put off.

--

Dionysus knew there was a problem with his eldest child, he just couldn't figure out what.

Castor and Pollux were easy, both boys barely into their teenage years. You were a different story. You showed a whole new set of emotions and talents that Dionysus couldn't figure out. It's why he and your mother hadn't worked out very long (other than the fact he was already married). You and your mother were very similar, but you were both very stubborn.

You obeyed, most of the time, but there were certain things you just refused to bend to. It was what had intrigued him of your mother, but now, while he was attempting to raise you well, it was a struggle.

But even then, you'd become more closed off. You used to greet him daily, whether it was a wave or coming up to say, "good morning!" you always gave him some sort of hello. And sometimes, you'd even join him to play card games, which is more than what he could say for your brothers.

Now though? Each morning when you walked by the big house you were talking to either Connor or Travis, sometimes even both, and it'd been weeks since you bothered to come play games, or even hang around with him.

He didn't want to say he missed you, because it didn't bother him that much. But he was a literal manifestation of entertainment and got bored rather quickly. He loved his boys, but he'd always had a closer bond with you than them. You were a form of entertainment to him, but you were also his daughter and such a shift in behavior concerned him.

Hate to say it out loud or not, he loved you dearly. You were his only little girl.

And it wasn't just the fact you'd stopped talking to him, it was the fact you stopped talking to your brothers too. Castor had approached him on the verge of tears because he'd thought he'd done something to offend you. But, when he payed more attention, he found it was because you'd taken to following the Stoll brothers around.

But teenagers did that right? Leave their annoying little siblings in order to hang out with friends? Gods, he's watched too many romance movies with you.

The number of times he's stared at a TV screen and seen the whiny little sibling snitch on the older sibling after they'd snuck out to talk with their partner should be a crime.

His thoughts flit back to Castor, sniffling in front of him because his older sister was off with Connor Stoll somewhere.

You, with Connor Stoll, somewhere.

Oh, my gods.

He stood up abruptly, just narrowly avoiding knocking over the table as he stormed down the steps of the big house. You had some major explaining to do.

It was easy to see why'd you been dating someone. He cherished you for a reason, so it isn't hard to see why someone else wouldn't. But you were still his daughter.

Connor Stoll? Really? He didn't want you dating any of these brats but there were certainly better options than Connor Stoll. Like that one Apollo boy, but Dionysus is pretty sure he's gay.

He approaches the cabin quickly, and he watches the camper's part to let him walk through. It's easy to anger a god, but it's not easy to soothe that anger.

Dionysus swings the door open and pauses. He doesn't know why he was so shocked, but he supposes it was just the confirmation that stopped him.

There were only three beds in the rather large cabin, so he found yours with ease. There was you, lip locked, with Connor Stoll. He felt his veins light with rage as the two of you jumped apart.

Connor's hand was still on your thigh, and yours on his arm.

"Hands off," he grumbled, swatting at his arm. Connor pulled back as if he'd slapped him.

"Papa!" you cried, jumping up. He didn't touch you, but he held out his arm and you understood. Quietly, you took a step back, staring at the floorboards.

He turned back to Connor, staring at him with wide brown eyes. He raised a finger to jab in his chest.

"Listen, Stoll, because I'm not going to repeat myself," he leaned back, gesturing to the space between you and him. Connor nodded shakily.

"Yes, Mr. D," he stuttered out, glancing over to you.

"Ah, ah, ah. No, eyes on me," Connor's eyes flit to him.

"If you even look at her again, I will make sure you and your future kids regret it for the rest of your small mortal lives. Understood?"

"Yes," he repeated, struggling to make eye contact.

"Good," Dionysus said and then he points to the door, "now get out."

Connor does, only after pausing at the door. He doesn't look back though, and Dionysus turns to you.

He sighs when he sees your tears, and you sniffle softly. "Y/N," he calls gently, raising his hand to wipe at your tears. You turn your head, and his hand brushes your shoulder instead.

You wouldn't dare say anything, so that meant it was all up to him.

"You know I'm doing this for you. Connor...he's just, not the right fit--"

"I loved him though!" you shouted, hiding your face in your hands, "he made me really happy, Papa, and you ruined it!" You sobbed, loud and noisy, and it reminded him of when you were young and wailed over things such as scraped knees.

"You're still young," he tries to reason, "there will be others!"

"Not like Connor," you say, "and besides, I doubt you'd approve of them either."

He pauses at that, hand hovering midair. He never knew what to do to please you anymore. You'd moved away, grown more distant, since your childhood. You'd grown up. He hadn't changed, you had.

Maybe he had to change with you.

His hand grabbed your wrists and pulled them from your face. Then, he wiped at the tears on your cheeks and pulled you close. You fought at first, but melted into the touch once he rested his hand on the small of your back.

"I just want you safe, you know that, right?" he whispered, like it was a secret.

Slowly, you nodded.

"I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and your brothers a lot."

Still, you weren't satisfied.

"And," he said, taking in a deep breath, "if Connor makes you happy then...you can pursue him further."

You jumped back, a grin on your face. "Really?" you asked, a small hint of doubt in your tone.

He sighed, "yes, really."

You threw your arms around him. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Dionysus ran a hand through his hair. "Mhm, yeah, whatever.

You pull back again, your wide grin softening into a shy smile.

"Papa, I can handle myself. I mean it. Thank you."

Finally, a smile makes its way onto his features too.

"Yeah, you're welcome."