Pink heart, pink helmet - Demitra kalogeras x male!reader (fluff)
Tw: None!!!
Requested!! (Male reader teaches Demitra how to skate)
Authors note: I loved writing this so much!!! So sorry for the delay, life is hard
Word count: 750 (approx)
Demitra💖
What should I wear?
You
Wear something simple, like a shirt and some pants
Since you do need protection
Demitra 💖
I cant just wear yours?
You
Nah, doubt they fit
But we can buy you some next to the park
They sell them in all colors, definitely going to be some you like
Demitra💖
Even in pink?
You
Even in pink, baby
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You open the store's door, signature squeal being heard as the glass door slides against the wood floor. You stepped aside, letting Demitra go in before going in yourself.
It's a small, comfortable store with the basics. Wax, guards, helmets... basically everything you need to start out, just insanely overpriced
Demitra walks towards the helmet section, immediately starting to look around through different options, picking a few up even but none really catch her eye.
"Do you think I should get this one?" She asks after a few minutes, showing a baby pink helmet with different kinds of pink stars.
"I think you should check out the guards first, get ten matching and all" you say after considering it for a while, knowing she probably wants her elbow and knee protectors to match her helmet. “Maybe I should” she says, smiling at you before walking with you towards the side of the store with protectors
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On the way to the park, Demitra looked excited. Both of you engaged in some conversation talking about whatever came to your minds, but as you give her a simple explanation on the first step, she looks far too worried for such a simple thing, eyebrows furrowed and pout visible
The step was simple, just getting on the skateboard and then learning how to keep her balance for a few seconds
"Are you sure this is like, enough protection?" She ask, uncertain . You giggle a bit, think on how you watched people first get on the skateboard with nothing to protect them self in areas were the ground is hard to skate on. “Mitra, I’ve seen people start skating barefoot and shirtless on the streets next to the beach, you will be fine"
With that, she takes a little nod, bracing herself to get on, but not before she grabs your hard tight. Once on it, she looks a little dubious of raising her leg, even if you're right there, still holding tight “Promise me if I fall you will catch me" she says, head turning to face you. "Always" You reply, almost as if it's a fact. Which, at least to you, it was. She raises her leg for no longer than five seconds before quickly putting it down on the floor, and repeats this a few times before she starts moving the skateboard slightly.
She smiles at her progress, looking down slightly at you before immediately looking forward, like you taught her on the way here.
You look up at her, following at the same speed, smiling at her progress too. Maybe being a teacher wasn’t so bad after all, or atleast, being Demitras teacher wasn’t.
In the end, you spend hours in the park. She insists on you holding her hand for the first few minutes of trying something new and once she feels sure enough, she makes you trail slowly behind her everytime she moves, you hands out as if you were following a clumsy toddler learning how to walk, but it's the prettiest girl you've ever seen, who also happens to be your girlfriend, learning how to skate because she wants to do this with you.
You catch her every time she gets unsteady, sometimes even stopping her even though she wouldn’t fall, and everytime she would whispers a little “thanks” and kiss you wherever. On your hands, arms, shoulders, wherever of yours was closer to her head at the time. She only falls once, and that one time is on top of you. You're not hurt and neither is sle, but it does end up with both of you laughing on the floor for a lot longer than you should have, not being able to get up as each time would just be met with another wave of laughter from one of you.
It was a bright Sunday morning, and you were lounging on the couch, watching the sunlight filter through the curtains. Sunday Kalgorea, your girlfriend and famous influencer, was busy getting ready in the next room. You smiled to yourself, knowing that even though her followers saw the glamorous, polished version of her online, you got to see the real Sunday—playful, sweet, and always full of love.
You scrolled through your phone, seeing a new post she had just uploaded. It was a picture of her in her favorite dress, smiling that radiant smile that melted hearts across the internet. The caption read, "Sunny mornings are my favorite, but they’re even better with someone special." Your heart skipped a beat, knowing she was talking about you.
Just then, Sunday walked into the living room, her hair still a little messy from rushing but looking effortlessly stunning, as always. She saw you looking at her post and giggled, crossing the room to sit beside you.
“Do you like it?” she asked, resting her head on your shoulder.
“I love it. And I love you,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her.
She smiled softly, turning to kiss your cheek. “I know I spend a lot of time on social media, but you’re the one who really matters. Days like this, just the two of us, are my favorite.”
You squeezed her a little tighter, feeling so lucky to have her. “You’re my favorite too,” you whispered.
Sunday grinned, pulling her phone out to snap a quick selfie of the two of you cuddled together on the couch. She typed up a quick caption and showed it to you before posting: “No filter needed when you’re with the one you love.”
As the picture uploaded, she set her phone aside, turning her full attention to you. “Now, let’s forget about the internet for a while,” she said softly, “and just enjoy our Sunday together.”
And for the rest of the day, it was just you and her—laughing, talking, and making memories that no post could ever capture.
It’s a cozy, rainy afternoon, the kind of day perfect for staying in. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops against the window fills the living room, casting a calming, almost hypnotic rhythm. You’re curled up on the couch with a blanket, holding a cup of hot tea when Demetra quietly slips into the room.
“Hey, love,” she says with a smile, her eyes soft and warm. She’s dressed in one of your oversized sweaters, which hangs adorably off her shoulder. She wraps her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your head.
“Comfortable?” she asks, her voice quiet and sweet.
You nod, feeling the warmth of her embrace melt away any lingering stress from the day. She sits beside you and pulls you into her lap, gently stroking your hair. “I think we should just stay here forever,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin.
You laugh softly, and she pulls you closer, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple. “What are you thinking about?” you ask, noticing the dreamy look in her eyes.
“You,” she whispers, smiling. “How lucky I am to have you, and how much I love these little moments with you.”
You feel your heart flutter as you snuggle deeper into her embrace. She runs her fingers through your hair, humming softly, creating a peaceful bubble where it feels like it’s just the two of you and the gentle rain outside.
“Maybe we can bake some cookies later?” she suggests, a playful glint in her eyes. “And then watch that cheesy rom-com you love so much.”
You chuckle and nod, looking up at her. “That sounds perfect.”
She leans down to kiss you softly, her lips warm and tender against yours. “Anything for you,” she whispers, and you can’t help but smile, feeling completely safe and cherished in her arms.
This sweet moment captures the warmth and intimacy between you and Demetra, making a simple day together feel magical.