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vanity fair

||*. aphrodite’s! daughter x connor stoll

warnings: none ;)

summary: pt 2 to the last fic! they finally get together officially!

a/n: guys i need ideas idk what else or who else to write!!

the aphrodite cabin glowed soft pink under the haze of the sunset, scented with rosewater and the faint shimmer of something almost magic in the air. you stood at your vanity, gently brushing your hair, one hundred times to be specific, your pink soft robe sliding off one shoulder as you hummed along to the faint music coming from your speaker. you hadn’t been expecting company (not exactly) but when three soft knocks tapped against the cabin door, your lips curled into a knowing smile.

only one boy bothered to knock like that.

you didn’t bother to move a muscle, however your lips twitching into a faint smile seemed to have betrayed you. “you’re early, stoll.”

the door creaked open, and there he was standing in the doorway in all his glory.

a loose hoodie, messy dark curls, and the most beautifully crooked smile you had ever seen in your entire life. his hair was slightly damp like he had just taken a shower. his eyes scanned the room, landing on you with his signature mischievous grin he wore all too well.

“couldn’t sleep,” he said while slipping inside casually.

“oh?” you raised an eyebrow. “too much excitement from the lip mask? gummy bear suits you perfectly.”

he grinned, completely unbothered by your sarcasm. “no.. more like couldn’t stop thinking about how good my skin looked in the mirror this morning.”

you turned to face him fully, one hand on your hip. “flattery gets you all sorts of places, connie,”

he held up both hands in surrender and that’s when you noticed it. clutched in one of them was your rose quartz face roller. your roller. from last night. you hadn’t even realized it was missing.

“thought I’d return this,” he said innocently. “and, you know… maybe return the favor.”

your head tilted. “you want to do my skincare?”

connor took a step closer, holding your roller like it was an ancient artifcact. “it’s only fair. you took care of me, kissed me goodnight, and made me all glowy.” he gave you a crooked grin. “let me return the favor.”

you tried to hide your smile. “do you even know what any of this stuff does?” you giggled.

“nope.” he stepped even closer, now standing in front of you, so close you could smell his shampoo, clean with faint citrus and musk. “but I’m very enthusiastic and mildly charming, so I figure that counts for something.”

you laughed softly, letting him nudge you toward the vanity stool. “this should be good.”

he sat you down like a man on a mission, then leaned over the vanity, squinting at your perfectly arranged lineup of bottles, serums, and creams like they were something sacred.

“what the hell is ‘hyaluronic acid’? That sounds dangerous.” he grinned.

you grasped it in your hand. “that’s for hydration. don’t confuse it with my retinol-”

he grabbed your rose water infused wipes triumphantly. “we’ll start with this one. I remember this from last night. it made my face smell like a garden. very romantic.”

you quirked an eyebrow. “you remember that?”

“i remember everything about last night,” he added gently, suddenly quieter now. he wet a cotton pad, soaking it with your laneige toner, his movements surprisingly delicate, and held it up like it was a crown he was about to bestow. “close your eyes, love.”

you did. the pad brushed over your cheeks, cool and soothing. his touch wasn’t expert ( he was far from it,) but it was gentle. intentional. he wasn’t rushing through the motions, he wasn’t trying to be funny or flirtatious, but he was trying.

“you’re really taking this seriously,” you murmured, eyes still closed.

his voice was low now, barely above a whisper. “because it wasn’t just about the skincare.”

you opened your eyes slowly, met with his charming, boyish expression.

“you took care of me,” he said, setting the cotton pad down. “and when you kissed me..”

“ i don’t know. I didn’t want it to just be a one-night kind of thing.”

you swallowed hard, your heart thudding gently in your chest all of a sudden. “connor,,”

he reached out, brushing his fingers along your jaw, tilting your face up slightly.

“can I kiss you again?” he asked, with a voice full of hope.

you smiled sweetly. “only if you follow it up with moisturizer.”

his laugh was breathy, barely there, as he leaned in. the kiss was slower than the first, deeper, and more certain. his hands cupped your face like he was still afraid you’d disappear if he let go too soon.

when he pulled away, you noticed he looked a little dazed. then, without a word, he picked up your favorite night cream, scooped out a little too much, and dabbed it right onto your nose with a smirk.

“i told you,” he grinned. “i’m a fast learner.”

——— ౨��� ⊹

the morning light danced through the sheer curtains of the cabin, painting everything in soft gold and rose. the room was quiet, minus the faint flutter of wind against the window and the gentle rhythm of breathing. (his and yours.)

connor was still asleep, half-wrapped around you under your fluffy pink throw blanket, one hand draped lazily across your waist, the other tucked under the pillow beneath your head. he smelled like his citrus shampoo, your night cream, and something inherently him.

you blinked slowly, taking in the scene.

last night resembled dream. you wouldn’t have thought it to be true if he wasn’t currently tangled up in bed with you. he really had come back. he really had kissed you again. and then, after a few shared laughs, some forehead touching, and a lot of lazy serum smearing, he’d fallen asleep beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

and you? you let him.

you shifted slightly, and his grip tightened instinctively. “mm.. don’t move,” he mumbled into your hair, voice thick and raspy with sleep. “too comfortable. might die if you leave.”

you smiled into the pillow. “well we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“exactly,” he said, still half asleep. “you’d have to explain to chiron why I passed away in your arms. very dramatic. he’d probably blame a cursed lip balm.”

you turned slowly, facing him. his eyes were still closed, but his lips quirked into a lazy grin.

“you’re awake,” you whispered.

“barely,” he whispered back. “but awake enough to know this is my new favorite place.”

his eyes fluttered open, blue and soft with sleep, and when he looked at you, there was just something gentle. something real.

“you’re really staying?” you asked quietly.

connor leaned in just enough for your foreheads to touch, noses brushing. “if you let me,” he said, voice warm. “i mean… i know i joke a lot, but last night wasn’t just fun for me. it felt like something real.”

you swallowed, heart fluttering. somersaults in your stomach. the whole nine yards!

“it did,” you said.

he smiled again, slower this time. “can I be yours?”

you leaned in and kissed him softly. he kissed back like he’d been waiting all night, like the question had already been answered the second you touched his face with rosewater and kissed him clean.

he pulled you a little closer, your legs tangling under the blanket, one hand in your hair, the other splayed warm against your back. the kiss deepened, slow and sleepy, with little laughs and quiet sighs in between. it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t chaotic like so much of camp life could be. it was all yours. quiet and golden and wrapped in soft sheets and sunshine.

when you finally pulled apart, your lips were kiss swollen and your cheeks a little pink.

“official?” you asked softly.

“more than official,” he murmured. “i’m your boyfriend. and your model intended for all skincare needs. It’s a full time gig now.”

you giggled into his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.

the rest of the world could wait a little longer.

||*. a/n pt 2!: i hope you like the longer fics! pls suggest characters im out of ideas :(

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masterlist ! ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

||*. percy jackson:

coming soon ! …

||*. jason grace:

smells like you

||*. connor stoll:

self care

vanity fair

||*. frank zhang:

coming soon ! …

||*. leo valdez:

coming soon ! …

||*. lityerses:

coming soon ! …

||*. will solace:

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||*. liv !! she/her … cabin 10 . biggest kali uchis fan ever ! enfp . epic the musical & hadestown lover . the great gatsby enthusiast . summer baby . july . connor stoll & jason grace’s gf ! love love love until dawn & thg && mphfpc

requests currently open !

not currently writing smut

currently writing for … pjo, hoo, toa

“if my life is going to mean anything i have to live it myself .”

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self care

||*. aphrodite’s! daughter reader x connor stoll

summary: just a cute self care night in with connor & reader!

warnings: none!

A/N: hi guys pls pls pls feel free to request!

connor sank into your frilly comforter, completely engulfed by your scent, whilst you sat directly in front of him at your vanity.

it wasn’t super unusual for connor to hang around while you did your night time routine, which led you to possibly the greatest idea you’ve ever graced the planet with.

“sooo…. i have an idea.”

you made your way over to him with a small pink basket.

“what’s all this? delivering cupcakes? poison? nuclear weaponry?” he grinned back at your figure, which was very clearly up to something.

you rolled your eyes and a mischievous smile played on your lips.

“even better. my nighttime routine. and you, connor stoll, are tonight’s lucky volunteer.”

he laughed. “me? why?”

“because you’re my best friend stupid. and i need a very handsome test subject. besides, who else would be such a perfect victim?”

connor blinked. “you think i’m handsome?”

“i think you have potential,” you teased, dragging him to a sitting position on your bed.

connor grumbled half-heartedly but didn’t move as you perched next to him. you pulled out a warm rose scented face wipe and began to slowly and gently clean his face. he flinched first, but then slowly melted into your touch.

“this actually feels kinda nice,” he mumbled.

“told you” you gave him a warm smile.

next came a hydrating mist, courtesy of la roche posay. he blinked like a stunned deer when it came into contact with his skin.

“you just sprayed me like a houseplant”

“exactly. your skin is parched. dehydrated even. you should be thanking me.” you hit his shoulder in a playful manner.

you applied a water based moisturizer, gently brushing over his cheekbones. (which though you had never particularly noticed, were home to the most beautiful array of freckles you’d ever seen.)

“you do this every night?”

“i never miss a day. aphrodite didn’t bless us with beautiful radiant skin for nothing.” you attempted a half-hearted joke.

he went still and quiet for a moment as you reached for your lip mask.

“i draw the line at lipstick.” he warned.

“relax connie, it’s just a mark. gummy bear. very manly and rugged.”

he smirked again, eyes trained on your face directly in front of him as you gently applied the balm on his lips. “you sure this isn’t just a clever plan to get me to kiss you?”

you paused mid application, “you wish, stoll.”

“hey, i’m not the one carrying around lip balm like cupid’s sniper rifle.”

you leaned in with a coy grin, “you’re lucky i like you connie.”

his gaze softened. “yeah? i’m starting to think i might like you too.”

your face became warm as he slowly leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your upper lip.

“well if i knew the way to your heart was skincare, we could’ve totally done that a long time ago.”

you leaned back in for another kiss, this one lingering for a bit longer than the former.

connor pulled away and pressed another sweet kiss to your forehead.”

“same time tomorrow?” you asked.

“only if another gummy bear lip mask will be involved.” he laughed softly.

“i think we can work something out.”

he sauntered back to the hermes cabin, a hand still pressed to his cheek where your soft hands once lingered. whatever else happened after he left was between him and the dim glow of the july stars.

A/N (again sorry!) : would you guys maybe like to see a part two where he attempts the routine on reader? let me know & feel free to request any pjo, toa, or hoo character! (or even just a specific cabin if ur feeling it ;) )

||*. - liv!

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smells like you

pairings: jason grace x reader

summary: y/n accidentally takes home jason’s hoodie after a bonfire and now wears it pretty regularly. she debates giving it back to him before she receives an unexpected knock at her cabin late at night, and the culprit is none other than jason grace himself.

warnings: pretty cute, fem! reader, nothing crazy or out of the sorts, stalker-ish reader implied

A/N: my first fic on here! still testing the waters so i apologize if this is horrible lol! i love love love jason grace and unfortunately there is indefinitely not enough writing for him. i hope you enjoy and feel free to request more pjo/hoo/toa characters!

jason grace was undoubtedly the most perfect man you had ever laid your eyes upon.

i mean come on!

the son of zeus had every girl at camp fawning over him from the moment he first arrived at camp half blood.

so naturally of course you find yourself wound up in a sticky situation regarding stolen property of his (stolen by none other than yourself,) after a bonfire.

the scent of camp fire smoke and a gentle night breeze penetrated the air heavily. you and your fellow cabin mates, along with practically every other camper which currently resides at camp halfblood, were gathered around a bonfire sharing jokes, laughs, and songs together. it was a perfect night, the sky being clear and the breeze being warm. however your sights were currently set on the piercing blue eyes directly across from you.

jason grace.

he was laughing with his group of friends. you don’t know what could possibly be so funny that he was doubled over laughing, however you wished it was you envoking the sweet noise from him.

after a long hour and a half of staring hopelessly, with the fire being put out and your cabin mates scurrying off before curfew, everyone begins to disperse leaving you sitting on a log, freezing, and contemplating talking to the blond haired boy whom you had been staring at for the past two hours.

a chill runs down your spine as you stand up in search of something to quench the cold that is slowly overtaking you as the moon settles further into the deep night sky.

after aimlessly analyzing your surroundings, you come across a blue hoodie sprawled on the grass.

maybe you shouldn’t have practically stolen it, but i mean it was just sitting on the grass begging to be worn! and you were freezing!

this split second decision now leads to your current dilemma regarding who you had stolen it from.

after returning to your cabin in the hoodie, which was decidedly more comfortable than you had expected, you had begun to pretty regularly wear it as you slipped in and out of consciousness each night.

no one had even missed it.

or so you thought.

after a particularly challenging sparring session with one of your siblings, you come across none other than jason grace and percy jackson sparring themselves.

once you get the whole aimlessly staring out of your system, you overhear bits and pieces of their conversation.

his voice faded in and out but you had basically caught the gist of a missing hoodie of jason’s which had mysteriously dissappeared before he could retrieve it after the bonfire. the only thing he made out was a retreating figure with (y/h/c) hair he saw slip into your cabin.

cheeks flushed, your shirt suddenly felt unbearably tight as you tugged gently at the collar and stalked back to your cabin ever so embarassed that it had been his hoodie you had basically thieved.

you cursed the gods above. of course this would happen to you. there was the option of not telling him entirely, however it probably wouldn’t be hard for him to distinguish which of your cabin mates took it considering he had caught a glimpse of you walking away.

decidedly, it would spare you much less embarrassment if you simply returned it and came up with some half-assed excuse to save your behind from looking entirely like a stalker.

—

it was precisely 10pm. it was nearing curfew and you were the only one in your cabin as of now, trying to take advantage of the empty bathroom before your siblings came rolling in and consuming what little space it provided entirely.

you were brushing your hair in the mirror, plotting meticulously what excuse you would come up with tomorrow when you gave jason’s hoodie back when suddenly three knocks on your cabin’s door rang through to the bathroom.

surely it wasn’t one of your siblings. there would be no reason to knock when entering your own shared living space.

you made your way to the door, talking your time. still groggy and half asleep as you were getting ready for bed.

what stood outside the door when you gently opened it was definitely a wake up call.

none other than, you guessed it, jason. grace.

there he stood in all his glory, his messy blond hair, glasses, a t-shirt, presumably to sleep in along with casual sweatpants.

even in his leisure moments, he still resembled perfection.

his hand rested on the back of his neck and he flashed you a sheepish smile.

“i think you have something of mine?” he chucked lightly. you however, were frozen with panic.

there was no point in lying now, as his hoodie was very obviously neatly folded and resting on the chest in front of your bed, very obviously in his line of sight.

your plan now? profusely apologize!

“look, i’m really sorry. i promise i don’t normally steal! it was just really cold out, and i was shivering, and it was just sitting there-“

he cut you off with another laugh. there wasn’t any anger on his face and he honestly looked nearly as embarrassed as you.

“honestly, if it gives me an excuse to talk to you, feel free to steal another one.”

your lips parted in shock. you had never even seen him flash you a look before. let alone assume he had even given you a thought before.

you stammered before replying, “so, you’re not upset?”

“hmmm, no. i’m sure it looks better on you anyway.” he leaned against the door frame. his smile was quite literally dazzling. you felt as though you could barely move.

the familiar sound of footsteps approached from outside your cabin which was undoubtedly your siblings rolling in to go to bed.

“talk more tomorrow, yeah?” his voiced snapped you out of your daze.

you nodded your head lightly. “yeah.” finally returning his smiles with a grin of your own.

hopefully, this would be the start of a new beginning.

who knew stealing would get you a boyfriend?