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demitra kalogeras x fem reader

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Algorithms and Affection

You met Demitra at a science & lifestyle influencer mixer in LA—a place you never thought you’d be, surrounded by ring lights and perfectly curated aesthetics. She stood out. Not because she was the loudest, but because she wasn’t trying to be noticed. Her content focused on space, feminism, and occasionally showing off her cats with nerdy captions like “Newton’s First Law… of naps.”

You, on the other hand, ran a cozy, cottagecore-style channel—baking, journaling, sunlight through leaves.

Opposites, maybe. But something clicked.

You started collaborating: “Cottagecore Girl Teaches Astrophysicist to Bake,” followed by “Astrophysicist Explains Black Holes While Making Banana Bread.” The algorithm loved it—but not as much as you loved seeing her in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, laughing at her own messy attempts to knead dough.

One night, filming done, flour still on your cheeks, she looked at you across the couch. “I’ve calculated the probability of me falling for you.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, nudging her socked foot with yours. “And what did your data say?”

She smirked. “It’s already happened.”

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Coffee and Laughter

pairing: Demetra kalogers x FEM reader

prompt : like the title says

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Demetra had invited you over for a quiet day at her apartment. The soft hum of her record player filled the room with comforting tunes as you both settled on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets.

You were sipping on a cup of her signature homemade hot chocolate, your fingers curling around the warm mug. Demetra, ever the gentle host, had prepared a fresh batch, adding a sprinkle of cinnamon on top for that extra cozy touch.

She sat beside you, looking down at the book she had been reading, though her focus kept drifting towards you instead.

“You look so cute today,” Demetra teased, her lips curling into a soft smile. Her voice was playful but affectionate, and her eyes sparkled with warmth as she watched you take another sip of the hot chocolate.

You blushed, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “I’m just wearing a sweatshirt and jeans… nothing special.”

“That’s exactly it,” Demetra replied, nudging you gently with her shoulder. “You’re always special. You make everything feel like sunshine.”

Her words made your heart flutter, the warmth from her kindness mixing with the heat of the drink in your hands. You smiled up at her, your gaze meeting hers.

“Maybe I’ll make you some hot chocolate next time,” you suggested, feeling a sudden burst of confidence.

Demetra raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? You think you can outdo my recipe?” she teased, her voice light and full of playful challenge.

You rolled your eyes, but there was a spark in your tone. “I’ll give it a try.”

The two of you shared a laugh, the sound of it blending with the music and the gentle crackling of the fire in the corner of the room. It was a perfect moment—soft, warm, and filled with the kind of comfort that could only come from being with someone who made your world feel brighter.

As the song changed to a slower melody, Demetra leaned her head on your shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on the back of your hand. Her touch was tender, and you felt her relax against you.

“I’m really happy you’re here,” she murmured softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

You could feel your heart swell. “Me too, Demetra. I’m glad I’m here with you.”

And for the rest of the afternoon, you both stayed like that—wrapped in the warmth of the room, the softness of each other’s company, and the quiet joy of simply being together.

Sunday Kalgorea x fem!reader

Late Nights & Loving Words

The soft glow of your phone screen illuminated Sunday’s face as she scrolled through her feed, her lashes casting delicate shadows against her cheeks. You watched her from where you lay beside her, chin propped up on your hand, just admiring the way the light kissed her skin.

“You’re staring,” Sunday murmured, not looking away from her screen.

“You’re beautiful,” you countered, a teasing lilt in your voice.

That got her attention. She turned, arching a brow before a small smile tugged at her lips. “I know,” she said, always the confident influencer, but you caught the faintest hint of warmth in her tone.

You reached out, tracing a fingertip along the curve of her jaw. “I love you, you know.”

Sunday leaned into your touch, setting her phone aside. “I know that too.” Then, softer, “I love you too.”

She pulled you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before tucking you against her chest. The soft hum of the night filled the silence between you, the only sound that mattered being the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your ear.

No cameras, no curated posts—just Sunday, just you, just love.

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