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Chords of Desire ₊˚⊹♡

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sunday kalogeras x male reader

warnings: SMUT, angst, unprotected sex, p in v, lots of kissing, aftercare, pretty sure that’s all so enjoy🎸

A/N: this is really long and dragged out, so i’m so sorry if it turns out really bad😭

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Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. We sat on the edge of my bed, our legs touching, sending shivers down my spine. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on her face, highlighting the delicate curves of her features. I strummed the chords on my guitar, the melancholy melody filling the air.

Sunday's face was a picture of serene concentration, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, suffocating under the weight of my own emotions. But it was a good kind of suffocation, the kind that made me feel alive. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I found myself matching my rhythm to the gentle swell of her lungs.

As I played on, Sunday's hands rested on her knees, her fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on her thighs. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, and I knew she was waiting for me to make a move. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions. I knew I had to break the spell, but I didn't know how. Sunday's eyes seemed to hold the answer, but I was too afraid to look deeper.

I finished the song, my fingers lingering on the strings. Sunday's eyes never left mine, and I felt like she could see right through me. I knew I had to look away, but I couldn't tear my gaze from hers. The silence between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy.

Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "That was beautiful."

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thanks," I replied, my voice low and husky.

Sunday's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're really talented," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

I shrugged, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over me. "Thanks," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

The silence between us grew, stretching out like a living, breathing thing. I knew I had to break it, but I didn't know how.

Sunday shifted again, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

And then, without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. It was a simple touch, one that spoke of familiarity and comfort.

Sunday's eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at me, her expression soft and dreamy. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the tension between us crackling like electricity.

But I didn't kiss her. Instead, I pulled back, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to be careful, that I had to tread carefully around Sunday's heart.

"Thanks for listening," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sunday smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anytime," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

As we sat there, the silence between us grew thicker, like a fog that refused to lift. I could feel Sunday's eyes on me, boring into my skin, but I didn't dare look at her. I was afraid of what I might see.

Instead, I focused on my guitar, my fingers absently strumming the strings. The music was soft and melancholy, a reflection of my mood. Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "You okay?"

I nodded, still not looking at her. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Sunday's voice was laced with concern. "You seem a little...off."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just tired, I guess."

Sunday didn't push the issue, but I could tell she didn't believe me. We sat there in silence for a few more minutes, the tension between us growing thicker.

Sunday leaned back against the bedframe, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of her gaze, the gentle pressure of her leg against mine.

Sunday's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch. I could feel her relax, her body softening against mine.

For a moment, we just sat there, the only sound the soft hum of the guitar still clutched in my hand. Sunday's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.

And then, without thinking, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Sunday's forehead. It was a gentle kiss, one that spoke of friendship and affection. But as I pulled back, I saw something in Sunday's eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

It was a spark of attraction, a flicker of desire. And in that moment, I knew that everything had changed.

Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, the spark of attraction growing into a flame. I could feel the tension between us building, the air thickening with anticipation.

I set the guitar aside, my hands reaching out to cradle Sunday's face. Her skin was soft and warm, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss.

Sunday's mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue tangling with mine in a slow, sensual dance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she deepened the kiss, her body melting into mine.

We broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Sunday's eyes were dark and sultry, her lips swollen from our kiss. I could feel the desire radiating from her, calling to me like a siren's song.

I leaned in again, my lips tracing the curve of Sunday's neck. She shivered beneath me, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I could feel her pulse pounding beneath my lips, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Sunday," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

"Yes?" she replied, her voice barely audible.

I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned in, my lips claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Sunday's body arched into mine, her hands wrapping around my neck.

We kissed like that for what felt like hours, our bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. And then, without thinking, I reached down and grasped the hem of Sunday's shirt, pulling it up over her head.

The cool air hit her skin, causing her to gasp, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the heat radiating between us. The faint light from the lamp illuminated her body, casting a soft glow that highlighted every curve, every slope. I couldn’t help but admire her for a moment, captivated by the way the light danced across her skin. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of us, intertwined in this magic.

“I want to touch you,” I admitted, my voice low and gravelly with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. The truth hung between us like a charged atmosphere, thick with anticipation.

Sunday’s breath came in soft bursts as she leaned into my touch, her eyes alive with mischief and desire. “Then do it.”

At her encouraging words, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I let my fingers trail down the sides of her body, exploring the contours I’d only dreamt of. I felt her shiver under my touch, her skin like silk beneath my fingertips. Each brush of my hand sent jolts of electricity through both of us, igniting the fire burning deep in my core.

With one swift motion, I pulled her closer, our bodies aligning perfectly as I straddled the line between restraint and the reckless abandon that threatened to consume me. My lips found her neck again, trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, relishing in the soft gasps that escaped her lips.

“God, you feel amazing,” I murmured against her skin, feeling her shudder at the sound of my voice. “You’re incredible, Sunday.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Please don’t stop.”

Emboldened by her words, I kissed my way back to her lips, capturing them in a fervent kiss that spoke of our unspoken desires. Our mouths moved together, a perfect rhythm of passion and urgency. Every moment was laced with a need that had been longing to be unleashed, and now it felt like we were both losing ourselves in the heat of the moment.

As our kisses deepened, I could sense the shift in her energy—the playful antics were replaced with a gravity that held us together. I took my time, savoring every second as my hands roamed freely over her body. I teased the small of her back, drawing her closer still, feeling her warmth seep into my skin.

“Sunday,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my fingers tracing the silky fabric of her lace bra. She quivered at my touch, her breath hitching. “Can I…?”

“Please,” she breathed, her eyes wide with desire, urging me on.

With careful hands, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. The sight of her, bare and beautiful, sent my heart racing. I reveled in her shyness, the way she blushed under my gaze, and yet, I could see the embers of confidence growing.

I dropped my head to her chest, my lips tasting her soft skin as my hands cupped her full breasts. Sunday moaned softly; the sound sent a thrill through me. I lavished attention on her, my fingers dancing over her sensitive skin, my mouth capturing her nipples, swirling my tongue around them as I listened to the symphony of her gasps and whimpers.

“More,” she encouraged, her hands desperately seeking out my body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

As the tension built between us, the world beyond my room faded completely. All that mattered was Sunday—her taste, her scent, the way her body molded perfectly against mine. With every touch, I was lost in her, weaving through the intimacy that wrapped around us like a comforting blanket.

But as temptation surged, a sense of urgency ignited within me. I needed to feel all of her. I needed to lose myself in her warmth completely and allow the night to become ours.

With a swift motion, I pulled back, my eyes locking onto hers as I moved to fully undress her. There was a moment of hesitation, just a heartbeat, where uncertainty flickered in Sunday’s gaze. “Are you sure?” I asked softly, needing to know she was completely on board with this step.

She nodded, her voice steady and confident. “Yes. I want this… I want you.”

And that was all the reassurance I needed as I continued to explore her, my heart racing with excitement and maybe just a hint of fear of the intensity of the moment.

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I let the tips of my fingers loop around her sweatpants, pulling them completely off her and revealing a pair of delicate white lace panties.

"Can I take these off?" I asked shyly, looking up at her while my hands brushed the hem of her underwear.

"Yes please" Sunday uttered, a subtle shakiness in her voice.

I removed her panties with eagerness, just wanting to feel all of her close to me

"You're so beautiful." I told her, my eyes

never wandering from the up and down scan I did of her gorgeous body.

"Thank you." She said, looking down at my hands with anticipation as I drew them closer to hold her chin.

I encapsulated her soft lips in a kiss much deeper and rough than the previous ones, letting my tongue brush over her bottom lip as she let out a breathless moan. Our mouths clashed back and forth in discourse as my hands made their way down to her breaths, kneading and pinching them to get her worked up. As her breathing got heavier, she pulled away from our kiss and looked up at me with the most dilated pupils and pure desire in her eyes.

"Please fuck me." she uttered, surprising me with her abruptness.

I gripped her by her waist and flipped her on her back and positioned myself on top of her. “I’m gonna start off slow, okay?”, I said as i scan her body up and down.

“Okay, i need you to touch me, please.” Sunday whimpered as she looked into my eyes. I slowly kissed down her neck, sucking and nibbling on her soft tender skin. The smell of her perfume lingered as I kissed down her body. “You smell so good..” I mumbled as I continued to kiss her, getting closer and closer to the stop i’ve been irking to taste since the first day we met.

“Spread your legs for me pretty girl.” She was a bit hesitant at first because she’d never done this before, but she slowly opened her legs revealing the wetness that was growing between her legs. I continued to kiss her inner thighs until got to her pretty pussy. I licked up and down trying to savor the sweet taste of her juices. “You taste amazing baby” I mumbled as i sucked or her delicate little clit and lap my tongue all over her.

Sunday couldn’t hear anything due to the amount of pleasure and lust she was feeling. As I went faster, her moans and whimpers got louder, she gripped my hair grinding against my fact. “Oh, god.. i’m-“ Her moans were cut off by me sliding and finger into her tight wet folds. “Fuuuuuuuk-“, she whined as i pump my fingers in and out of her.

“Oh, god, i’m so close”, she muttered and panted. “Cum for me baby” I curled my finger inside of her as i picked up the pace. That pushed her over the edge and I feel her clenched on my finger. She moans loudly as I helped her ride out her orgasm.

“Please fuck me, I need it so bad” She says breathlessly as she comes down from her orgasm. I got up and positioned myself in between her legs and slowly easing my way in her. “You’re soooo tight baby..” I pushed my length all the way inside of her and I thrust into her slow and hard. I could feel Sunday dig into my back so i started to thrust faster. “Don’t stop, please i- im gonna c-“

I cut her off by pulling her into a deep and intimate kiss. I hold her legs up in the air and I hit a spot inside of her you never thought you would reach. “I’m cumminggggg!” Sunday screamed as her orgasm came quickly. I continued to pound into her until I come undone inside of her. I pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed.

Sunday's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," I whispered.

Sunday's face curved into a gentle smile. "Hey."

When we both caught our breaths, I reached for the blanket, pulling it over us. Sunday snuggled deeper into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.

As we lay there, I stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the soft strands. Sunday's eyes drifted closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice low and gentle.

Sunday nodded, her eyes still closed. "I'm perfect."

I smiled, holding her close. We drifted off into a peaceful silence, our bodies entwined, our hearts full.

After a while, Sunday stirred, her eyes opening to meet mine. "I love you," she whispered.

My heart swelled, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too."

We lay there for a moment longer, our love wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Then, Sunday's eyes began to droop, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep.

I held her close, watching over her as she slept, my heart filled with love and adoration.

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Baked with Love 𐙚⋆°.⋆♡

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demitra kalogeras x female reader

warnings: pet names (mama, baby, gorgeous, pretty girl), fluff.

A/N: this is my first fanfic so if it’s bad i’m sorry, i tried my best😭

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As I stepped into Demitra's kitchen, the warm lights and sweet aromas enveloped me, instantly making me feel at home. The rain pattered softly against the windows, a soothing background hum that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart whenever Demitra was near. She was already elbow-deep in flour and sugar, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she worked on our nighttime baking project. I couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for this cozy night in with the woman I loved.

Demitra glanced over at me with a soft smile. "What are you thinking about, mama?" she asked, her voice low and gentle.

I raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across my face. "You," I replied, my voice low and flirtatious. "I was thinking about how adorable you look when you're covered in flour."

Demitra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, yeah? Well, I think you're pretty cute when you're trying to sneak a taste of the dough," she teased, her voice playful.

I laughed, feeling a sense of ease and comfort with Demitra. "Hey, someone's got to make sure it's edible," I replied, winking at her.

Demitra snorted, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Edible? You're the one who's always adding extra sugar because you think it needs it," she teased, shaking her head.

I grinned, unrepentant. "Hey, a little extra sugar never hurt anyone," I said, sneaking a pinch of flour off Demitra's nose.

Demitra laughed, her eyes sparkling. "You're such a goofball," she said, shaking her head. She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at her touch. "You love me anyway," I said, smiling up at her.

Demitra's expression softened, her eyes filled with affection. "I do," she said, her voice low and gentle. "Now, are you going to help me finish these muffins, or do I have to do it all myself?"

I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile spreading across my face. "Oh, you think you can handle these muffins all by yourself?" I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Demitra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think I can handle it," she said, her voice confident. "But if you want to try and take over, be my guest."

I snorted, rolling up my sleeves. "Game on," I said, my voice playful.

Demitra grinned, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Bring it on, mama," she said, her voice dripping with sass.

And with that, we both dove into the muffin-making process, our hands touching and our laughter mingling as we worked together.

As we worked, our playful jabs and teasing turned into gentle touches and flirtatious whispers. Demitra's hands brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, my heart racing with excitement.

Demitra caught me staring and raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face. "See something you like, mama?" she teased, her voice husky.

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I didn't look away. "Maybe," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Demitra's smile grew wider, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "I think I see something I like too," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

Demitra's whisper sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into her touch. "You're such a pretty girl, Ma," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

I blushed, feeling my heart flutter. "You're making me blush, mama," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Demitra smiled, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "You deserve to blush, gorgeous," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I love the way you light up when we're together."

Demitra's words made my heart skip a beat. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and contentment wash over me.

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A few minutes later, me and Demitra were almost done preparing the muffins to go into the oven. Demitra was acting strange, her eyes darting around the kitchen as she measured out the flour. I raised an eyebrow, noticing the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, my voice curious. "You're being kinda suspicious."

Demitra's smile grew wider, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she slowly backed away from the counter, her eyes locked onto mine.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized what was happening. "Demitra, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without warning, Demitra scooped up a handful of flour and tossed it at me. I shrieked, laughing, as the flour exploded around me.

I quickly retaliated, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it back at Demitra. She shrieked, laughing, as the flour covered her.

Demitra's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire burning in them. Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

I melted into the kiss, feeling the flour-covered chaos around us fade away. All that mattered was the woman in my arms, and the love we shared.

As we kissed, the tension between us grew thicker, like the flour that covered our skin. Demitra's hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, in the sensation of her lips on mine.

Suddenly, Demitra pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're a mess," she said, her voice husky.

I looked down at myself, laughing. I was covered in flour, my hair a mess, my clothes stained. "So are you," I replied, smiling.

Demitra grinned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess we made a bit of a mess," she said.

I nodded, feeling a sense of joy and abandon. "Definitely," I replied.

Without another word, Demitra pulled me close, her lips meeting mine in a fierce, flour-covered kiss.

As we caught our breath, Demitra smiled mischievously. "We can't leave the muffins unfinished," she said, nodding towards the kitchen.

I laughed, feeling a sense of normalcy return. "You're right," I replied, smiling.

As we mixed the batter, the sound of the spoon scraping against the bowl filled the air. The smell of flour and sugar wafted up, making my mouth water. Demitra's hands brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as our fingers touched.

A few minutes later, we slid the tray into the oven, setting the timer. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted from the oven, making my stomach growl with anticipation. Twenty minutes later, the timer went off, and we took the muffins out of the oven. They were perfectly golden brown, with a crispy crust giving way to a soft, fluffy interior.

Demitra and I exchanged a look, and without a word, we knew what we had to do. We grabbed a muffin each and took a bite.

The flavors exploded in our mouths, and we both let out a satisfied sigh. "Mmm, these are amazing," Demitra said, her eyes closed in bliss.

I nodded, my mouth full. After swallowing, I replied, "Definitely. We make a great team."

Demitra smiled, her eyes sparkling. As we savored the sweetness of our freshly baked muffins, we shared a tender kiss, the warmth of the oven and the love in our hearts lingering between us.

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demetra kaligeras x female reader

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.

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oh i made it to tumblr🙋🏿‍♀️ hi

Dw Chris me too

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okay but.. like.. we all see it right??

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okay i don’t know why or how but i have SUCH a specific ask, pls pls i NEED angst with chris, maybe they break up bc of his fans (maybe they spread that she cheated but she didn’t (free my girl 😭) and he finds out it was fake news) so maybe she posts a MESSY tiktok wearing a shirt saying “my ex is still in love with me” idk if you have seen those baby tees with the funniest shit on them but something like that? with the song ‘bloodline’ by ariana grande!! (emphasis on “I AINT LOOKING FOR MY ONE TRUE LOVE, YEAH THAT SHIP SAILED AWAYAY”) and then maybe nick sends it to chris and everyone is just like !UGH BADDIE! and then obvs chris comes crawling back 😏 but really whatever you think but happy ending would be much appreciated 🙏

crawling back.

- chris sturniolo x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @gigisworldsstuff

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so so so sorry it took me so long to write this bae!hope you enjoy 😣

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, swearing, arguing, rumours of cheating, break up, making out, threats (not to reader) not proofread!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: jealous fans spread a rumour that they saw y/n out on a date with another guy, chris finds out and calls it off only then to find it it was all fake and comes crawling back.

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four weeks ago -

“what the fuck is this” chris growls at his phone from next to me. i furrow my eyebrows and turn to look at him, his expression furious.

“what is it?” i ask holding my hand out to take a look at his phone. chris turns his phone so i can see. an article posted on twitter that reads ‘y/n y/l/n, seen out with in la with her new boyfriend last night? fans claim to have seen her walking into a cafe at 11:46am!’ my eyes widen as i read what chris is showing me.

“chris, no! i was at home all day yesterday, you know i was!” i say sitting up from the couch, chris getting up too and standing in front of me.

“who the fuck did you go out with yesterday,” he says clenching his jaw. “you better fucking speak up y/n. i swear il find out” he continues getting closer to me.

i stood there speechless just looking at him. it’s not true i know it’s not true and they do too, these so called fans have had it out for me since the day me and chris announced our relationship.

“baby i promise you it’s not true!” i finally speak up putting my hand in his but he pulls his hand away.

“don’t touch me, how the fuck am i supposed to believe you. it’s gone viral on twitter!” he yells at me stepping back and turning away from me.

“you should believe me because i’m your girlfriend chris. why would you listen to rumours you found on twitter posted by some jealous 13 year old!” i snap back sitting back down and running my hands through my hair.

“i swear to god if i find out who it is they’re gonna be sorry.” chris says he’s beyond furious, i’ve never seen him this angry before it’s worrying.

he storms out of the living room walking down to his (our shared) bedroom slamming the door behind him loud enough for me, nick and matt to hear.

matt comes out from his room after a second and sits next to me on the couch. i say nothing, i don’t even look at him i cant if i speak i know il cry and i don’t want to cry.

“i couldn’t help but overhear…” matt speaks quietly leaning back resting his arm on the top of the couch. i put my head down and sigh still staying silent. “is it true?” he questions genuinely curious and in hopes i didn’t cheat on his brother.

“no! of course not! i love chris with everything in me matt” i say not realising the tears running down my cheeks. he takes his hand wiping a tear and placing his hand on my shoulder.

“maybe you should go talk to him” matt says standing up and nodding at me. i nod back and make my way downstairs to chris’s room.

i stand outside his door wondering wether i should knock or just walk in. i sigh and lift my hand to the handle turning it and opening the door slightly.

“baby?” i speak quietly walking through the door until i spot chris laying on his bed eyes puffy and cheeks stained with tears. i walk in further and sit next to him “baby-” i begin being cut off by chris.

“i think we need a break..” his voice low, i’m sure my heart actually broke.

“wh- what?” i reply through breaths.

“you should go home” he looks at me tears still streaming down his face. there’s nothing i can do at this point but obey his wishes. i stand from his bed shutting my eyes as tears fall and walk to the door taking one last look at him before shutting the door and running up the stairs hysterical.

today -

the rumours of me being ‘a cheat’ have come to an end, just recently the girl admitted she made it up. i haven’t spoken to chris nick or matt since the day i left chris’s house so i’m not sure wether chris has seen the post.

i felt like being a bitch today in attempts to get chris’s attention. i had brought myself a baby tee which says ‘my ex still loves me’ on it; i find it hilarious to be honest with you. there’s a new song on tiktok going viral at the minute and it’s pretty convenient for the plan i had. the song is ‘bloodline’ by ariana grande.

i pull up the saved audio and place my phone up on the bathroom counter pressing record stepping back to lip sink while also sorting my hair and clothes so i look good.

‘i ain’t looking for my one true love, yeah that ship sailed away. love me love me baby —’

i pick my phone back up from the counter rewatching the video three times before deciding to post it with the caption ‘looove my new shirt 😉’ within seconds of posting it the likes and comments have gone up rapidly. i sigh before nervously opening the comment section.

‘YES EAT😍’

‘SHE A BADDIE’

‘Chris is definitely going crazy rn’

‘girl i need this shirt!’

i sigh again in relief, i’m getting no hate from chris’s jealous fans. i close the app and turn on my tv putting on gilmore girls.

-

i wake up to the sound of my doorbell ringing. i look over at the clock on my phone, 3:29am. who is knocking at my door so late. i get up from my bed and walk towards the kitchen.

doorbell ringing again with impatient knocks rapidly.

“i’m coming, jeez!” i yell slightly annoyed i’ve been woken up so early. as i unlock the front door and open it slightly covering myself behind the door i look up to see chris standing in front of me.

i stand there in shock i must be dreaming. i rub my eyes in attempts to see if what i’m seeing is real. it was.

“hey.. can i come in?” he speaks. i nod slightly before pulling the door open more so he can walk in.

“what are you doing here chris?” i question wrapping my arms around my chest. he shrugs looking down.

“couldn’t stop thinking about you” he admits now looking at me. my eyes widen and eyebrows raise. “i know you didn’t cheat.. i saw that girls post.” he continued, voice low.

“i did tell you, you didn’t believe me.” i state blankly as i make my way to sit at the kitchen table chris following behind.

“i know i’m sorry. i was just upset and i didn’t really know how to react..” he says while sitting down opposite me. i nod my head not knowing what to say.

he should’ve believed me. we wouldn’t be having this awkward conversation if he had just listened to me.

chris broke the silence “i miss you” he says while taking his hand and placing it on top of mine. “there wasn’t a day that went by i didn’t think about you.” he says as he rubs his thumb over my hand.

“i miss you too..” i admit quietly looking down at our hands.

he pulls me up from the seat and round to the chair he’s sat on. i hesitantly sit on his lap facing him. faces inches away i feel the hot breath coming off his lips. without a second through the crashes his lips to mine immediately pushing his tongue in. i grab the back of his neck and deepen the kiss fighting his tongue. heavy breaths coming from chris as he continues to kiss me. his hands begin to roam my body touching everything he can.

“i missed this” i saw between kisses, moving my hands up into his hair.

he breaks the kiss to look at me “let’s go to bed, i need to cuddle with you.” i get up of his lap taking his hand and leading us up to my room where we get into my already slept in bed with the tv still on. he buries his head in the crook of my neck and places a soft kiss before drifting to sleep.

if i missed any details or u want me to change/add anything pls just let me know and i will!

[demitrasgf]

i felt so many things just now .. i can’t do this anymore.