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Could you write a connor stoll x daughter of Athena reader. Where connor watches the reader and another person do romantic kareoke and he gets jelous because he think the reader likes that person.

⬆️This was an anonymous ask, which I unfortunately lost because I accidently deleted it😭 I'm so sorry to whoever requested this, I hope you still find it in some way!

All my Loving

connor stoll x daughterofathena! reader

Summary: basically what the request says, made it a bit christmassy because its in less than a week (2 days now), and i miss the spirit

Warnings: none (I think), probs ooc everyone. We're just gonna ignore the fact that the Camp has the barrier that stops it from raining inside okay? I kind of forgot don't hate me love you guys xoxo. English isn't my first language, so there could be some errors

22nd of December. It was almost Christmas, and Camp Half-Blood was in a fuss between Christmas decorations, some of the campers packing to go back to their families the day after for the Holiday, and the preparations for the 24th and 25th for the other campers who would stay, everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, not leaving a lot of free time to wish everyone goodbye and a Merry Christmas.

Here came the Hermes Cabin, as always, to 'save the day' - as said by its residents. They decided to host a karaoke night on the 22nd as a sort of pre-Christmas celebration, so everyone could also enjoy it with their friends who would go away the next day.

Of course, everyone was invited - although it was still a mystery how the Hermes Cabin was always capable of pulling out all these big parties without getting in trouble - but you were still debating on whether to go or not, not being the most social type, and definitely not very inclined to be singing, but after contemplating for some minutes, you decided to cave in and go. Most of your half-brothers and sisters wouldn't be there, but, after all, Connor did ask you personally to come, saying that 'you would really do him a favour' because 'everyone was just so boring and no fun to be around', and you just couldn't say no to him, you were, besides, quite fond of both him and his brother and it would be rude to just not go.

I mean, you wouldn't have to sing anyways if you didn't want to, right? You could just go, have fun with your friends, have a few drinks, watch other people sing and, most importantly, spend a bit of time with Connor before you went back home to your family for the holiday's.

Well, you were wrong. Almost everything was going perfectly. You arrived at the cabin, said hello to some of your friends, poured yourself a drink, and then, as planned, you went to search for Connor, who you found in a corner next to his brother, who scattered away (not without tripping at least a few times) almost immediately after greeting you with a quick "Oh hello there, how are you? Everything okay? Hope you're enjoying yourself. Oh, just a minute, will you? I think someone's calling me - and then turning to his brother - catch you later, Con."

And that left just you and Connor alone, in an awkward silence. Although you were usually so talkative with him, it really wasn't so hard to open up when he was around. He always let you feel so comfortable without even trying, you guessed it was in his demeanour, the way he walked, the way he acted, you didn't know exactly, but he definitely wasn't much of an awkward person as you were, quite confident of himself, but quieter than his brother, calmer, which made him more likable in your opinion. He was fun to be around, very animated, but when needed, he could also be very sensible and almost a shoulder to cry on. He was just so.. warm, almost like the sun, or an oven! You weren't sure how to put it, but he did really remind you of freshly baked cookies, who were still warm ones out of the oven, but that you had to wait for to cool down before eating, otherwise it would be 'bad' for your stomach (at least according to your dad).

But maybe it was something in the air that night, the music was really loud and you already could barely hear yourself over the others singing, maybe it was Travis' abrupt disappearance, but neither of you said a word, not even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?' After some seconds, what must have felt like minutes, you decided to be the first one to break the silence, then you saw that he too wanted to say something, and opting to let him take the word instead, you leaned in to hear him better. But just then, some of your other friends called you, wanting you to come sing with them and even after making it pretty clear that you had no intention whatsoever of participating, they still dragged you out to the karaoke section, pretty much forcing you to sing at this point. Maybe you were exaggerating - well, you were definitely exaggerating - but at that moment, it felt like being processed to death, tragically waiting for a guillotine to cut your head off.

You didn't know how it happened, but you ended up having to sing a duet with some Apollo boy you didn't even know well, although quite cute in your opinion, you couldn't even seem to recall his name.

Not quite as bad as you thought it would be, the song went by really fast, and you could even say you had fun. After chatting a bit with the Apollo kid, finally remembering his name, and him suggesting to spend more time together once in a while, having enjoyed himself, you bid goodbye and immediately went back to find Connor, still a bit embarrassed by the public scene, which you still wished to have avoided.

Though, not being able to find Connor anywhere, you decided to ask his brother if he had seen him.

"Connor? I think I saw him going outside just a few minutes ago. If you see him, tell him to come inside quickly, will you? It's like freezing out there, and I don't even think he took his coat with him"

You thanked Travis, grabbed Connor's coat, which he left in the cabin (by demand of his older brother), and went outside as well, hoping to catch up with the latter, wherever he went to.

Travis was right. It was indeed freezing, and in the time you spent in the Hermes Cabin, it also had begun to snow. Realising this, your heart couldn't help but to warm up a little. You absolutely loved snow, especially in this time of the year, only adding more to the Christmas spirit already strong around the Camp.

You eventually found Connor after a while near the beach, the sand now mixing with the snow that was falling, secretly thanking the Gods that he didn't go into the forest or it would've been probably impossible to find him.

He was sitting on a random trench, with his back to you, looking out in the distance, to the stars or the sea you didn't know which, still not having noticed your presence behind him.

So, you carefully went up to him, anxious of approaching, like reaching out for a baby deer who would otherwise get scared if you were too loud. Not only that, but you were also anxious about what to say. He looked upset, and you didn't know why. For how much you tried, you just couldn't think of what could've made him so distressed. Was it something you said? Well, you didn't exactly say anything... was that it? Did he expect you to have said something? Had he wanted to tell you something before you were dragged away by your friends? Maybe it was just the change in the weather that affected him so much. It was always pretty warm at Camp anyway. Maybe it was something that had been going on all day, and you just didn't know. You only first saw him this evening, and he already looked pretty off.

Whatever it could've been, you decided to just go and rip the band-aid off. You would've to ask him directly what was wrong, so you could try and help and comfort him.

You were now not even a few steps behind him, but he was still oblivious of you being there (sometimes you asked yourself how he was still alive with how bad his hearing and reflexes were), so you extended your hand towards him, the one with which you were holding his coat, and poked him on his shoulder, finally capturing his attention.

'Here, put it on, your brother is going to kill us both if you don't', you said, referring to the jacket, trying to relieve some of the tension around the air.

He didn't protest and grabbed the jacket, but he still didn't say anything and turned away immediately, his face impassable.

You set next to him, and for a while, just looked at him, not saying anything. Anxiety filled your stomach up to the point you thought you were going to feel sick. He didn't look only upset anymore but actually mad. Angry. And you were so scared it had to do with something you did. In the fraction of time you used to contemplate on what to say and how to start the conversation you were clearly about to have, he beat you to it and started first.

'Well, thanks for the coat. You can go back now if you'd like', he said, irritated, not once looking at your direction but keeping his eyes fixed on a vanishing point which you still couldn't figure out.

'Is something wrong? You know if something happened you can just tell me, I'm here to help you you know. Just.. please, I don't like to see you like this. You know if it's something I did, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. But just tell me, okay? I'm so sorry if I hurt you in any way.' You were desperate at this point, just hoping this would end soon. You'd never seen Connor this upset, and it quite frankly scared you a bit.

But just then, his gaze softened. He just couldn't stay mad at you, not like this, not seeing how much stress this caused you. He wasn't even mad at you. He could never be mad at you, not even if his life depended on it, he thought.

'No, I'm sorry, okay. Really. Just forget about it, I'm overreacting. It's nothing'. Although his voice was sincere, he felt like he needed to say more than that, much more, if he wanted to make it better. 'Look.. it's just that.. well. Just give me a moment, will you? I need to think of how to say this right.' It was now his turn to feel anxious, and he started picking at everything he could find to keep calm. His nails, the wood on the trench you two were sitting on, the zipper of his jacket, and so on.

You weren't doing much better, shaking your legs up and down, picking at the skin of your lips, and basically dying of anxiety. If you were exaggerating before, now you definitely weren't. You would've preferred the guillotine over this at any moment.

'Yes, of course, take all the time that you need. I'm here for you.'

And after that, it fell silent. The only sound you could hear were the waves of the sea and the snow falling on the both of you, and in the distance, a bit of the long forgotten party going on in the Hermes Cabin. You were now only waiting for Connor to start speaking. You wanted to say patiently, but it was eating you up inside.

A few minutes went by, and you couldn't take it anymore. You were about to say something before he beat you to it again.

'Okay, so this isn't going to be easy to say, but I want you to listen to me until I'm done. Please. I know I'm not the best speaker in the world, and I really did want to make this more worthy of you, more meaningful, but I'm probably gonna mess things up, so I'm sorry in advance, but just try and listen, okay?' He began, carefully, and you just nodded, following his instruction and waiting for him to continue.

'Okay so, well, I thought this was honestly kind of obvious already - he said this with a smile - but I really like you, and I mean really, since at least a few years I think already. And seeing you with that Apollo kid, I don't know it just made me mad, I thought I couldn't stand a chance against someone like that, so much more talented and what not than me. And not only him, I mean everyone. You're just so perfect in every sense, and I know you could do so much better than me, so I got a bit self-conscious, but that's it. I'm so sorry for worrying you. It really wasn't my intention to be such a dick, but my emotions got the better of me.'

You were left speechless. You really didn't know what to say. Not even a sound could come out of your mouth at that point. Luckily, it didn't have to because Connor went on before you could even think of anything to say.

'No, wait, don't say anything yet. I'm not finished. I want to say it better. This is definitely not how I imagined this. You know I made up so many speeches in my head, practising on what I would tell you if ever came the right moment. But I forgot all of them now, so I'll just have to figure something out,

'I am every second more infatuated by your presence, by your kindness, your beauty. You leave me without breath every time that I see you, and every time, just a bit more than the day before. Every time I look up at the stars, I'm reminded of you, perplexed on how the Gods didn't take you as the inspiration of such creations. Every time I look up at the moon, I can't think of anything else other than how your beauty surpasses even hers, how the reflection of the moonlight on the water isn't just an allegory of you. Because it's something so beautiful that you just can't take your eyes off it. How honey isn't scraped directly from your voice because it's even more sweet and warm than a cup of tea. You fill me with joy of which I've never experienced before, which I didn't even know was real. I'm at every second more and more confused on how all of nature doesn't revolve around you, on how it wasn't created for you and because of you, for at every thing I look at I am every constant reminded of you. If I ever was to meet Aphrodite, I know she would take your appearance and, although I can't dare say you are more beautiful than her or you know what would happen, I can say that in this world and all the universe you are one of the Gods' most beautiful creations. That if it weren't for Prometheus, I would steal the fire just for you, and you only, to keep you warm from days like this one. To keep you warm like you do constantly to me, by just your mere presence, by just an insignificant conversation you could have with me, which I hold dear forever and never forget. What I'm trying to say is that I don't only like you, no... no. I would hold up the sky full of stars and galaxies for you, I would go up to the moon to retrieve your lost items for you, even just to see your smile, to see you happy, to know that you are content. For you have already stolen my soul and hold my heart, I couldn't sell it to the devil, but I would, just to let him promise me to always keep you safe, that nothing could ever touch or hurt you. For you only I think and plan, for you only I ever want to live on. I love you, I really do, and I only hope for you to love me back at your own pace and time. But I could never force you to do anything. If you don't reciprocate my feelings, let's forget about this. Just go on with our daily lives. A simple no, or just a shake of your head, will silence me forever, I won't ever bother you again, I promise. But if there's even just one chance, a little bit of hope that you could give me a try, please don't let me wait for too long. Because how I am to take even one second longer of this I do not know.'

And with this, he stopped talking. He went completely mute, now only waiting for your answer, for a little hope.

But you didn't know what to say, how could after such a speech, such a confession? Anything you would say, even if meaningful, would never compete to something such beautiful and utterly captivating as this.

So you opted for saying exactly that.

'Connor.. I.. I'm really speechless, I don't know what to say, no, everything I would say could never compete with what you just did. I'm so sorry, but I really don't know how to own up to that.' You said with the biggest smile you ever had, which started growing since Connor began to speak.

'No, don't worry about that, just tell me, please. A yes or a no would be sufficient enough.' The poor boy was so stressed, but you couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't you mocking him or anything like that. It was a genuinely happy laugh, like you've never had before. He also started laughing at this, being influenced by you.

'Stop laughing, I'm serious. You're making me sweat cold here.' He said, finally lighting up from his serious stance.

'I'm so sorry, but I just really can't see how you could've become this worked up only because I was singing Last Christmas with some guy. Like, really, from all the songs Last Christmas, that's not even classifiable as a real love song.' At this point, you just couldn't stop laughing, completely captivated, almost not being able to breathe anymore.

'Hey! That's not true. It's one of the greatest love songs ever written. And I'm honestly quite offended you didn't sing it with me, okay. You know how much I love Wham!' Saying this, he also kicked your leg playfully. Finally, the mood was completely lightened up. Now, the interaction being like one of the many you had every day.

'Okay, now on a serious note', you began, and you could see Connor tensing up again, 'yes. And a million times, yes. I really like you, Connor, and I've had probably since I came to this camp. I could even say that I love you too.. but maybe for that, I do need a bit of time. But I do want to give it a try, and more than one if need to. Just don't make anything like that up anymore. Otherwise, I'd just look like a bad girlfriend, okay? I can't even come up with a good speech to convince my dad to let me adopt a cat, even think of confessing my undying love for you. I just think I need a little bit more time than you, but I'll get there eventually, I promise. Just wait until you'll get a Jane Austen type letter under your pillow.' You finally said, as sincere as you could. You were truly so happy, and you think you've never been this happy ever in your life (at least not until your dad would finally cave in and let you get a cat).

Connor, too, was happy. Oh, so happy, he thought he could break out in some type of dance right there and walk up to the sky to get a handful of stars to gift to you. But that was impossible, so he opted to wrap an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

And like that, you stayed for a while, just you two together under the snow looking up at the stars and into the horizon.

'Don't worry, if we ever move in together, we're gonna adopt not one cat, but at least twenty, be sure of that.' He said.

Okayy this is it! I really hope you like this. omg, it came out so much longer than I was expecting. Also im so sorry it took so long to write but I was really busy with school! Also im honestly very happy about the ending. Hope you guys like it!

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Kitchen Dancing

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

summary: in a fit of insomnia, you decide to bake

1k words

warnings: a little suggestive at the end

You couldn’t sleep well the previous night for whatever reason. At around 6, you had given up and decided to make some breakfast for yourself, your brother, and your boyfriend. You carefully slipped out of JJ’s arms and put on your slippers and some shorts before leaving your room.

You tiptoed through the chateau, avoiding the creaky floorboards to not wake anyone up. Once in the kitchen, you realized that you don’t enjoy breakfast foods that much, so why would you make breakfast that you don’t even want to eat? You stood staring into the cabinet, trying to figure out what to make.

After some pacing and staring and contemplating what you and everyone else would like, you settled on cookies.

You grabbed the ingredients and pans and bowls for their respective cabinets and placed them gently on the counter. You preheated the oven, mixed the wet ingredients, then the dry ingredients, then poured the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients in small increments. You put the small ball-shaped dough onto pans and placed them in the preheated oven. the whole house now smelling strongly of vanilla. You started the clean-up process and turned on some music to listen to while you waited fifteen minutes for the cookies to bake.

The water rushed so loudly as you cleaned the bowls that you didn’t hear your bedroom door open. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of strong arms around you, a cheek pressed against your shoulder, and fluffy blonde hair at the corner of your vision that you noticed that someone else entered the room.

“Hi, baby,” you smiled, turning off the water, putting the bowl down, and drying your hands.

JJ groaned and squeezed you tighter. You giggled and turned in his arms.

“What are you doing up so early?” you questioned as you kissed his cheek.

“Woke up to go pee and you weren’t there, needed to find you,” he mumbled, not picking his head up off your shoulder.

“Go back to bed, love, cookies will be done soon, you can have some when you wake up.”

He grumbled at your words, a silent “Hell no.” You sighed and walked him over to the couch.

“Lay down, baby,” You said while peeling him off of you.

He did as told but never let go of your wrist. If it wasn’t your intention to lay down with him, you were going to anyway. JJ didn’t give you an option.

You settled down with your head on his chest. He pulled you impossibly further into him. This was your happy place: wrapped in the arms of the boy that you loved.

Before you knew it, you peered up at the oven timer and saw that there were only 46 seconds left. You inhaled and exhaled deeply before speaking, “Didn’t you get up because you had to pee, love?”

JJ sighed and patted your back twice, your guys’ little sign that you had to stop cuddling to get up.

You stood up off of him and helped him up. He gave you one last tight hug before walking past you to the bathroom. You took this opportunity to turn your music back on and slip your hands into oven mitts.

The oven beeps loudly just as JJ is walking out of the bathroom. You open the oven and grab the pan of cookies, placing them on the stove to let them cool.

Once you take your hands out of the oven mitts and place them on the counter, JJ wraps his arms around you again.

He sways his hips with the beat of the music you are playing, taking you with him. You turned around in his arms and pressed your hands to his face. Neither of you could stop yourself from smiling. The two of you danced all around the kitchen to the music playing from your phone.

As the song came to an end, JJ sat down on the couch, silently begging you to sit with him. You couldn’t grant his wishes, so you bent down to where your lips grazed his ear.

“I can’t, love, gotta finish up the cookies,” you whispered in his ear. You could visibly see his goosebumps and the shiver running down his spine. You placed a kiss under his ear and trailed your fingers under his jaw before you turned away back to the kitchen.

As you moved the cookies from the tray to the cooling rack, you felt JJ come up behind you again. This time he pulled you in tighter, pressing his hips into your own. You hummed in contentment, knowing you did a good job at teasing him.

He began to tuck his hand under the waistband of your shorts before you heard another door open in the chateau.

“Good morning!” your brother yelled rather loudly as he exited his bedroom. He did this every day since you and JJ had started dating, you suspected to make sure he doesn’t witness anything he didn’t want to. Today, you were very thankful for that. JJ swiftly moved his hand out of your pants and created a small distance between you two.

Both you and JJ rang out quickly with your separate “good mornings,” as you tried to make yourselves look busy and not suspicious.

John B knew what you guys were doing, but pretended as if he didn’t for everyone’s sake. You finished putting the cookies on the cooling rack while JJ pulled out his phone, pretending to scroll through social media.

John B turned into the bathroom and JJ was on you again.

“Come on, baby, don’t tease me like that,” he said while pulling your hips to his again.

“We can’t, hun, B will be back any second,” you whispered while inches away from his face.

JJ let out a sigh and pulled away from you. He tried to hide it but you noticed him adjust his pants. You smiled to yourself and grabbed a cookie.

“Want one?” You said as if nothing had happened.

He opened his mouth and you obeyed, feeding it to him. He took a large bite and you did the same.

“You are the best baker, babe,” he said through bites. You smiled and offered him a bite.

“So,” John B started, coming out from the bathroom. “Any cookies for me?”

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Yo! Same anon who ask for the Elder Faerie Cookie x shitpost s/o HCs, I would like to be wordy with this one but this is just straight to the point so sorry about that!

Anyways, how about we do some Yeast Beast x shitpost s/o or maybe the dragons x shitpost s/o? Either way I love them both and I only ask for them to be separate since I can’t hardly keep up with more than one despite my love for them all

I've been doing the Beasts a lot, so have some dragons!

CW: Suggestive jokes (Pitaya Dragon Cookie)

You break their brain sometimes. You can say some of the craziest things with the straightest face and then walk away like nothing happened.

Once you remarked how you'd like to ride them, and they proudly said as long as you could hang onto their back, they'd let you. All you said was "oh, not from the back" and then turned and left.

It took Pitaya Dragon Cookie way too long to realize what you mean.

Longan Dragon Cookie didn't know what to expect when they began to date you, but this certainly wasn't it.

They don't really show it, but whenever you say something unhinged it makes them pause and give thought.

Sometimes they wish you would just. Be normal. They still love you though.

Lotus Dragon Cookie has definitely made a song or two out of your words. They like to tease you with it whenever you try and get the upper hand.

Surprisingly, they go well with your nature. They can bounce off of you very well!

Don't ask how many papers they have regarding what you've said.

Ananas Dragon Cookie?? Does not?? Get it??

Listen, they try very hard, but their pride gets in the way sometimes. Poor Pitaya Dragon Cookie has to explain it to them, and even then they don't get it.

They've learned to live with it, but man do they wish they understood.

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should tell my boyfriend what ive been doing

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Hi again cookie run ppl, I guess.