#esc x reader

Who do you choose?~.... 💙💗🩶

AKA after they escape the Silver Tree, pt. 2 pt. 1 with Mystic Flour, Shadow Milk and Silent Salt can be read here

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Lukas Radzevičius x f!reader

summary. as a storm began to form you stumble upon a band in desperate need of a producer

translations. Tavo akys yra nežemiškos = your eyes are ethereal. Mylimoji = Beloved, Brangioji = Dearest

It was a rainy day, the clouds were turning a dark grey as the approaching thunderstorm only worsened.

The streets of Vilnius were full with panicked mothers who were scrambling to get their children home so they wouldn’t catch the worst cold of their lives. However some teens were laughing, enjoying the beauty of nature’s chaos. One young adult in particular stood out with her unique umbrella in hand— the old sun designs with a ‘hippie’ look to it added to her charm as she tried to get the attention of the passers by, however few acknowledged what she had to say.

You had just opened a small studio for upcoming artists— or even big artists to record their music in, and currently you were on the hunt for said artists— in the worst weather possible..

A group of people also decided to go out in this pure hell of a weather, approaching from behind you as they seaked shelter as soon as humanly possible. You noticed them from the corner of your eye— and as they were about to pass you decided to try your luck one last time. “Excuse me—“

The four of them turned, their sudden attention making your heart stutter. You froze for a second, realizing you’d caught them mid-hurry, and scrambled to get your words out. “I— hi, sorry, I just opened a music studio a few blocks down, and I—” You quickly lifted your umbrella, tilting it to try and shield them from the rain as best you could. “I was wondering if you could maybe take these?” You held out a small stack of flyers, the paper trembling just a bit in your hand. “If you know anyone who might be looking for a place to rehearse or record, I’d really appreciate it. I’ve got, um, a pretty open schedule right now.”

They all looked at you like they’d just seen an angel, exchanging quick glances you didn’t quite catch. The blonde with the slightly long hair took the flyers, his eyes meeting yours for a beat that made your heart feel a little unsteady.

“How much do you charge?” he asked, voice low but curious.

You smiled, trying to keep your tone light. “25€ an hour, but I’m flexible depending on how long or often you want to use the space.” You pulled out your phone, opening Instagram before handing it over. “Here, follow yourself. We can figure something out when it’s not, you know, pouring.”

He nodded, tapping a few buttons before handing your phone back. The group gave you a final nod before turning back to their path.

“Thanks,” the girl of the group called over her shoulder. “We’ll let you know.”

Just a week later after he had sent you a message, they showed up at the studio where you discussed the details of when and what times they’d want the studio and how much you’d charge which all got settled pretty quickly, they weren’t picky at all to your surprise because that was one trait almost all artists had when you worked as an assistant in a studio. It was refreshing to have a few humble people in after a while.

The weeks with them in went smoothly, their style of music was admireable and you soon found out it was very similair to your own music taste which was amazing to hear that you wouldn’t have to endure some bad rappers for who knows how long.

You pressed record as Emilija played the bass of the song, getting lost in the tune. It sort of reminded you of the time you first met— a song you’d listen to in that kind of weather and chaos. Curiosity got the best of you and after 2 weeks of recording you decided to ask. “So, what’s the song for? An album, a single?” You spin in your chair as Emilija sat down with the rest of the group behind you on the dark orange couch, Jokūbas being the only one sitting on the red samira carpet— the worn out designs of it telling stories of the many others doing the same thing— the kind of old thing you’d find at your grandmas house.

“Eurovision, actually. We’ll be competeting against other Lithuanian artists first to see if we even get in next month.” Your jaw was on the floor as Alanas explained. You were producing a song for Eurovision— the biggest song contest in Europe? “Wow— I, uh expected anything but that.” You smiled awkwardly, the others chuckling at your reaction. “Yeah, we’re just a band with a dream.” Alanas jokes but the others just side eye him. “Out of all the jokes he could’ve made..” Jokūbas sighs, but breathes out a laugh nonetheless.

For about a month, you had perfected the song—every detail sculpted into something meaningful and beautiful— memorable even. But as the audition date neared, you were hit with unexpected news; the song needed to be altered, and not in a way you could fix overnight.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” Alanas sighed, leaning against your recording table. “Why didn’t they say anything sooner? Are they that dim witted?” Jokūbas added, making you rub your temples. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to think of the fastest way to alter a song this drastically on such short notice. But really, there was no way—you needed time.

With a sudden burst of determination, you grabbed your phone and started scrolling, Emilija standing up to peek at what you were doing.

You dialed a number she didn’t recognize, and after a few rings, a man’s voice picked up. “Hello, this is Rimvydas Černiauskas.” They all froze, eyes widening as if you’d just summoned a ghost. “Holy shit,” Lukas whispered, the group instinctively clinging to each other like a makeshift human shield.

You took a steadying breath before speaking.

“Hello, Mr. Černiauskas, this is [Name] [Last Name], songwriter and producer. I’m currently working with Katarsis on a track we’ve been perfecting for the upcoming selections. We were just informed, quite unexpectedly, that the song requires significant changes. Given the nature of these adjustments, I’d like to respectfully request a delay in the selection process, if at all possible.”

The group continued to clutch each other, silently praying as they awaited his response, their nervous energy crackling in the air.

“I understand your position, but you must realize we’re working on a tight schedule. These selections are already on a strict timeline.” You tightened your grip on the phone, sweat forming on your palms. “I completely understand, sir. Believe me, we wouldn’t make this request if it weren’t absolutely necessary. We just want to make sure the song is the best it can be, not just for us, but for the integrity of the selection itself.”

Another pause, the kind that feels like it stretches for hours. You could practically hear Alanas and Emilija holding their breath behind you.

“I appreciate your commitment to quality,” he said, his tone softening just a fraction. “How much time are you asking for?” You glanced at Lukas, who held up 7 fingers. “Ideally, an extra week would give us the time we need to polish the adjustments properly. But even a few days would make a significant difference.”

You heard the rustle of papers on his end, and the faint creak of a chair as if he was leaning back, weighing the request.

“Alright,” he finally said, exhaling a bit as if making the decision had relieved some of his own tension. “I can extend the deadline by four days, but no more. I expect the final version to be nothing short of impressive.”

A wave of relief crashed over you, nearly buckling your knees. “Thank you, sir. We won’t disappoint.”

“See that you don’t,” he replied, the hint of a grin slipping into his voice before the line clicked dead.

You lowered your phone, a long sigh escaping your lips as you wiped the sweat off your palms. “We have four days, not a second longer.” You looked up to see Lukas coming to hug you with the others. “Shit, [Name] you’re amazing.” Alanas praised. “Yeah we could’ve said goodbye to Eurovision if you didn’t just save us like that as if it was nothing.” Lukas pulled away and put a hand on your shoulder. “Thanks širdutė.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you smiled softly— not knowing what to do and so you put a hand over his that was on your shoulder. “Of course.” He then awkwardly put his hand back in his pockets, making you clear youe throat. “Okay, chop chop we have work to do.” You clasped your hands together and everyone nodded— getting their instruments and walking into the recording room.

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That day, you never even thought for a second that you'd be packing for Eurovision, flying to Basel for the semi-finals just two months after Katarsis won the auditions. It all felt like a dream—you hadn’t even expected them to ask you to come along. But then Lukas messaged you, basically announcing that you were coming with.

“But what about the studio? I need money for tickets and hotels which I currently do not have, and my family..” you stammered over the phone, nerves crashing in. But it was like he’d already planned a solution for every worry you might have, and before you knew it, he’d somehow charmed you into saying yes.

Once in Basel, you met so many amazing people. You found yourself spending late nights in Sissal’s hotel room with Miriana, JJ, and Kyle. They were all so sweet and welcoming, treating you as their equal even though your role was a bit more behind the scenes. “Without people like you, our songs wouldn’t come to life,” Sissal once said, her smile warm and genuine, and the words wrapped around you like a comforting hug, washing away your lingering doubts.

You’d head back to your own room afterward, lying on the stiff, unfamiliar bed, thinking about how lucky you were to have met the quiet band. Without them, you’d still be back in Lithuania, hoping for clients to walk into your little studio, just trying to get by.

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sunny_y/n introverts in a room full of extroverts raise your hands ✋

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Once the second semi-finals came around, you were nervously fiddling with your fingers, clutching the lithuanian flag in your hands as if it was the last thing you’d ever hold. Everyone seemed so much more relaxed— and even if they were nervous, they didn’t let it show. “Hey, breathe. Even if we don’t get in the finale, we at least got to meet you through all of this.” Emilija smiled softly, putting a hand around your shoulder and listened in for the results as the first qualifier was to be announced.

“The first country to qualify for the grand final is..”

“Lithuania!”

You jumped up in excitement, and Emilija followed a second later as you all celebrated the unbelievable achievement. You hugged each of them tightly, your heart still racing with the rush of it all. But when you reached Lukas, he grabbed you by the waist and put a hand on your cheek, pressing his lips to yours before pulling you into a tight hug. “We did it, Brangioji.”

The others erupted into whistles and cheers, making the whole thing feel even more surreal. You slid back into your seat, now wedged between Lukas and Emilija, your face burning as you stared straight ahead, too stunned to say a word.

As the final country was announced, you noticed Adonxs standing off to the side, clearly devastated. You quickly crossed the room to him, pulling him into a hug. You'd spent a lot of time together during this whirlwind, and you hated to see him like this.

“I’m so sorry, Adam. I know this meant a lot to you,” you said, squeezing his shoulder as you pulled back.

“I’ll be okay,” he managed, offering you a sad smile. “I’m glad your gang made it to the finals. I’ll be cheering for you.”

Before you could say more, Sissal, Miriana, Erika, and JJ swarmed you, still buzzing from the announcement.

“[Name], we saw what happened with you and Lukas! What the hell are you doing go get your man hoe!” JJ teased, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a playful hug.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I’m just—I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think he liked me like that.”

You glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of Lukas smiling softly with the rest of your bandmates, catching your eye as the crowd started to thin out. The night felt like a dream, the kind you hoped you wouldn’t wake up from.

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sissaljo so happy to have been able to meet all these wonderful people 🤍

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sunny_y/n :,) <33

johannesjjpietsch why am i not on any of these pics ????? haha okay

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(A/N: in the second pic, the blonde is sissal and the brunnete is you, but of course you can imagine yourself however you want <3333)

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You soon said your goodbyes and headed to your hotel, but in stead of going to your room— you turned to the groups room which was just a floor higher then your own.

With a gentle knock, you patiently waited for someone to open up, and just a moment later Jokūbas opened the door.

“Hey, the lover boy has been going crazy over you. You should talk.” He stepped out for a second, giving you a hug. “I’m glad it’s you. We’ve all taken quite the liking to you, [Name].” He ruffled your hair and opened up the door. “Lukas! Someone’s here for you!” He yelled into the room and smiled at you one last time before going inside, letting Lukas out before closing the door behind him.

You stared at your shoes, unsure where to look as you walked down the hotel corridor. Lukas walked beside you, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, eyes fixed ahead—probably just as nervous as you.

He cleared his throat, glancing down at the carpeted floor. “I’m sorry if what I did was.. too much. Too public, if you know what I mean. I should’ve told you how I feel in private.” He muttered, stepping out into the cold Basel air. “I hope you’re not upset. I noticed you ran off after what I did, and I’ll understand if the feelings aren’t mutual.” He met your gate, his blue eyes contrasting with your own. Reaching out, he took your hands in his, as if about to recite vows for your wedding. “But if you do happen to share these feelings with me, it would be an honour for you to let me be your boyfriend.” He breathed out, his hands cold and slightly shaky as he smiled softly.

You stared at him, speechless as he let go of your hands, giving you some space. His words slowly started to sink in— he liked you, and he was confessing it.

It would have never crossed your mind, but as you let yourself think about it, there’s always been some feelings lingering for him in the back of your mind, you just never let yourself feel them. But now, as the cold air swept through his hair, his eyes staring deep into yours, it all came crashing down on you. It was as if a stronge sense of longing had overcome you— and now it felt impossible to let go. “Tavo akys yra nežemiškos.” He cupped both of your cheeks, rubbing comforting circles on them.

You put your arms around his torso, resting your head on his chest. He didn’t hesitate to pull you closer, wrapping you in his jacket to shield you from the cold— and then you finally spoke. “I don’t know how it happened, nor how you managed to slip into my heart but I think I’ve loved you this whole time.”

You look up at him, a soft smile forming on your lips and when you did he let himself smile too, probably the brightest you’d ever seen. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, cupping your cheek

“I love you more Mylimoji.” He leaned closer, pressing soft kisses against your lips, and in that moment— you knew you were down bad.

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Hálfdán Helgi Matthíasson (Væb) x Reader

Warnings: last part </3, party, alcohol, so much fluff it's almost disgusting

Summary: Reader is Matti's best friend and is brought along to this whole Eurovision mess. His annoying brother is making this trip even messier.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

2.5k words - not proofread

The party starts before you’ve even left the arena.

Someone pops a bottle of something sparkling. Maybe it’s actual champagne, maybe it’s cheap prosecco, but it doesn’t matter. The Icelandic delegation passes it around like a holy relic, taking swigs straight from the bottle and laughing with the kind of relief that only comes after weeks of living on nerves and no sleep. It’s messy, it’s noisy, but it feels like a small, defiant celebration. You didn’t come last, and somehow, that’s enough to make you feel like you won.

too much

Summary: You are just a normal girl working in Vienna in a small Café, when you fought Satoshi’s eye.

Pairing: Satoshi x fem!reader

You were just trying to get through your Tuesday shift at a small Café in Vienna’s 8th district. Mostly locals and a few exhausted journalists who wanted decent coffee came by, people who wanted to leave the chaos of Eurovision behind for a little bit.

He walked in around 11 a.m. on the second day of rehearsals, hood up, his dark hair messy, eyes tired.

“Espresso. Double. And whatever pastry you think is actually good,” He said in English with a soft East-European accent.

You raised an eyebrow, “Bold of you to trust my taste.”

He gave you a small smile, “I have a good feeling about your taste.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his answer, quickly walking away from his table to start working on his order. After a few minutes, and a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, you brought him an espresso and a cherry-almond croissant which sold out fast every day.

That should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t.

———

He came back every morning after the interaction between the two of you. Always the same table by the window, always asking you if you want to keep him company for a few minutes. On the fourth visit, you finally sat with him during your break.

“You’re not going to ask for a selfie or a signature?” he teased, wanting to know if you were aware of who he was.

“Nope. I’m going to ask why a guy performing in front of 180 million people looks more stressed in a café than on stage.” You answered casually, even if you were freaking out on the inside.

He studied your face for a few seconds, before he smiled at you once again, “Because on stage I know exactly who I’m supposed to be. Here? I’m just Vlad who misses his grandmother’s food and hasn’t slept properly in two weeks.”

That honesty left you speechless for a moment, “I mean- you are always welcome here if the Eurovision chaos is too much to handle.”

“Well, actually I wanted to ask you something else…” He mumbled, with a smirk.

———

That’s how you found yourself with him at a little park near your café, talking with him for what seemed like hours. He told you about growing up in Cahul and drumming on pots as a kid. You told him about failing your first year of university and secretly loving the chaos of ESC week, even if you pretended to be totally unimpressed by it.

And then, all of a sudden, he kissed you. At first it was soft, then deeper, his hand sliding into your hair like he’d been thinking about it for days. When you pulled back, breathing hard, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this right now,” he whispered.

“Then stop.” You muttered back, your voice filled with a hint of disappointment.

He kissed you harder instead.

———

A few days later the Grand Final took place in the Vienna Stadthalle. You watched from home like a normal person, when Moldova placed 8th. A few minutes after the voting had ended, Satoshi shared his location with you, clearly wanting to see you. When you arrived he was already waiting. He was still in his stage outfit, buzzing with adrenaline. Satoshi pulled you into a tight hug, lifted you off the ground, and kissed you like no one was watching. But someone was and the blurry photo went viral overnight.

That's why the official press conference the next day was intense.

A British reporter went straight in, “Satoshi, care to comment on the pictures with the anonymous girl?”

Satoshi leaned forward, calm but firm, “She’s Austrian. She has nothing to do with music or Eurovision. She’s just a really good person who made this crazy week feel normal. We spent some time together and I like her a lot.”

Another question reporter stood up, “Is it serious?”

He smiled, “I hope it becomes serious.”

And that’s all it took to go viral once more. Fans made edits on TikTok to his song ‘Viva, Moldova’, using the picture of you two kissing and his statement at the press conference.

A.N; I don’t really know how to feel about this but I still wanted to share it:)

I can make either small drabbles based on your prompt, or longer one shots/headcanons.

The ones I definitely have already open are: Akylas, Søren, all the girls, Lion, Satoshi.

AN: Guess who’s back! Yeah, it’s me heh. Guys I’m so sorry for abandoning you for a year, everything has been a bit hectic with my family and my studies and stuff, still is, but I’m trying to manage my time better (key word: trying). Anyway, I leave you with another part of Oh No because I was somehow able to watch ESC again this year and my brain rot came back, gifting me with a smudge of inspiration that I had to wring out as much as I could.

Warnings: none I think? Bad English (I’m sorry, I promise I’m trying), implied thoughts (iykwim), I don’t know if there are any curse words here but I warn y’all just in case.

Pairings: Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!actress!reader + a tiny bit of Bojan x Käärijä + a tiny bit of Käärijä x fem!actress!reader

Words: 1700+

Part 1, Part 2

Without further a due, here is part 3! Hope you enjoy!

As soon as Jere woke up, his first thought was about having lunch with Bojan and the Slovene’s girlfriend. His stomach did somersaults at the idea.

He cursed to himself when he took a look at his phone, seeing that it was later than he would’ve wanted.

He got ready as quickly as he could, taking a little more time choosing his outfit, since he wanted to look presentable and, when he was done, took everything he would need to go out and exited his room.

He knocked twice on Bojan’s room door and waited patiently (not) for someone to open the door.

“Just a second!” He heard a feminine voice from inside, sounding breathless.

The girl opened the door with a smile on her face and Jere couldn’t help but notice the light freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Since when did she have those? He hadn’t noticed the night before.

“Sorry, we slept in,” she said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry.” He smiled back.

When he looked towards the rest of the room, he could make out Bojan putting a shirt on and closing the closet door, smiling at Jere when he noticed him.

“Good morning!” The Slovene exclaimed cheerfully while the girl went towards the bathroom.

“Just gonna put on some makeup to fix my zombie face,” she excused herself.

“No need fix,” Jere murmured under his breath at the same time Bojan grumbled something along the lines of “what zombie face? You look like a princess in the mornings”.

She giggled cutely and singsonged a “thank you boys”, making the two men flush and widen their eyes at each other.

Bojan and Jere looked at different restaurants in the Slovene’s phone to decide where they would go beforehand while the girl finished up in the bathroom.

Exiting the hotel lobby with both Bojan and his girlfriend made him feel floaty and he couldn’t keep the dopey smile out of his face, small chuckles leaving his throat at any stupid comment one of them would make.

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She couldn’t help but smile as soon as she woke up, the warmth enveloping her being way too familiar for her not to know who it was embracing her from behind.

The girl stretched and snorted when Bojan grumbled something incoherent, a bad headache probably on the way to full development after the night before.

“Good morning, my love,” she whispered against his temple before kissing the warm skin there.

The grumbles grew louder in volume and she chuckled, amused, getting up and heading for the bathroom.

Finishing her morning routine was easy, as she had been doing it automatically for years. However, the fact that there was a dull ache at the back of her head made her choose to be safe and not sorry, taking out a couple of pills and swallowing one herself.

The girl took the room card and, when she was out in the corridor (pyjama-clad and all), she fist bumped when she saw what she caught a glimpse of the day before: a water fountain -with paper cups and all!

She took one of the cups and filled it with fresh water, making her way into the room again and leaving the glass and the pill on the bedside table for Bojan.

Then she checked the time.

“Shit!” She turned towards the bed and climbed on it, gently shaking her boyfriend awake. “Come on, my love.”

“Nooooo,” he whined, “five more minutes.”

“We’re gonna be late for lunch with Jere,” she explained, making him sit up instantly.

“Ugh, my head hurts,” Bojan complained, running a hand down his face and messing up his already messy bed hair.

“Swallow this, it’ll help.”

“You’re an angel sent from Heaven, dear.” He kissed her cheek and took the pill with a big gulp of water.

She chuckled while searching for something cute to wear, deciding on a floral dress, to match the spring weather (although cold, so a jacket would have to do).

There were knocks on the door and she laughed at Bojan trying to put on clothes quickly while getting detangled from the bedsheets.

~~

They finally found a restaurant they all wanted to try and they were lucky enough to be told that it wasn’t full.

“What are you gonna order?” The girl asked her boyfriend, a small pout on her lips when she couldn’t choose just one dish from the menu.

“Probably the chops,” Bojan answered.

“Of course, you Balkan dad.” Her chuckles made Jere smile with a confused tilt of his head.

“What is Balkan dad?”

Both the girl and the Slovene crossed glances and started full on laughing, a couple of heads turning in their direction.

“It’s a stereotype,” she started, but continued explaining when he just stared at her, “apparently, all dads in the Balkan countries behave the same way; and that includes loving barbecued meat!”

“Ah,” he let out eloquently.

The conversation kept flowing after they ordered their food, the sound of their amused laughter filling the small restaurant with lively energy.

“I do! I love Rammstein!” She tried to convince the other two after Käärijä mentioned his favourite band.

“There’s no way, I’ve never heard you listening to them, ever,” Bojan countered

“That’s cause I always wear headphones, duh!”

Jere was wheezing when they kept going back and forth, his cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling that day.

He chanced a look at Bojan when he couldn’t hear them arguing anymore and caught him staring with a soft smile.

“What?” He couldn’t help but ask. The smile on the other man’s face grew wider and he flushed a little.

“Nothing.”

“For real though.” The girl seemed to not have seen any of it. “A lot of people on TikTok edited me to Sonne when the last episode of The Enemy came out.”

“I get it,” Bojan agreed, suddenly, “The Enemy was way too good and the vibes of that song kinda fit.”

When Jere didn’t answer them, the Slovene turned to him with bright eyes and started explaining the plot of a show his girlfriend starred in.

“Stoooop, stop it, Bojan.” She pushed his arm as if to get his attention. “That’s enough, you don’t have to tell him everything.”

Her face was so red, and the rapper stared at the way her eyes seemed shinier.

“She looks beautiful when she blushes, right?” The Slovene teased when he saw the face Jere was making.

“No! Yes, yes,” he stuttered, blood running towards his face, “very pretty.”

She blushed harder at the comment, her eyes looking anywhere but at the two men.

“Okay, that’s enough, the both of you,” she stammered out, a small smile on her lips making it obvious that she wasn’t mad.

“Sorry, love, can’t help it,” Bojan said with a childish grin.

The conversation went towards the rehearsals and the schedules the Slovene and Fin had the next day, trying to make plans to hang out but finding they couldn’t due to everything being overlapped.

“Excuse me, I apologise but we really need a table and, since you have finished already, would you mind continuing your conversation by the bar or somewhere else, please?” A waitress asked them politely with a sorry smile on her face.

“Sure, sorry miss, we’ll be leaving now!” She announced with a flourish.

They kept discussing the next days’ schedules and ended up with a dinner plan and the idea that the girl could take turns to see the both of them during the day, as she insisted on watching them both practice.

“So, Jere, up to join us for a Netflix and chill session?”

“Bojan!” The girl stared at her boyfriend, bewildered, frantically looking around the lobby of their hotel to see if anyone else had heard.

The expression on the Fin’s face must have told the other man that he actually knew what that meant and a smirk started stretching Bojan’s lips.

“Just kidding,” the Slovene singer relented after a good laugh.

“We could watch something on Netflix, though, if you want, Jere.” The girl smiled at him, a pink hue decorating her cheeks.

Käärijä chanced another look at Bojan’s little smirk and looked away immediately after they crossed glances, slowly nodding at the girl and following the couple towards their hotel room.

He was sure Bojan knew that something was up with him, and he worried a bit (a lot) about making the other man uncomfortable.

He didn’t want to lose their friendship just because he developed a small (?) crush on him and his girlfriend. However, he told himself it didn’t seem like Bojan was mad at him; in fact, it looked exactly the opposite, as if the other singer wanted to get a reaction out of him.

He didn’t want to speculate or overthink too much, though, so he let it be for the moment.

When the subject of his thoughts opened the door with his key card, he immediately regretted his decision. There was no way the three of them would fit in that bed.

“Do you guys want snacks? We can order room service- or… didn’t we have a bunch of chocolate stuff around here somewhere, babe?” The girl started walking around and searching for something in the small fridge.

“What do you wanna watch?” Bojan asked him with a small smile directed towards his cute (what? Stop it!) girlfriend.

“You want, is fine,” he answered, trying hard to control where his eyes went.

When the girl stood back up with a quiet ‘aha!’, Bojan had already decided what to watch, setting up the laptop.

“Guys,” she started, biting her lip, “shouldn’t we at least change from our outside clothes? We sleep there, Bojan.”

“That’s very true.” He raised a hand towards his face and pushed away his hair, leaving it tousled (cute- no!). “Do you want some of my clothes, Jere? So that you don’t have to go all the way to your room.”

“Okay,” he said, ears flushing at the thought.

The girl went inside the bathroom with a set of clothes and Bojan handed him a pair of sweats and a black shirt with a smile, turning around and starting to take off his own clothes.

“Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!” He told himself, widening his eyes and quickly turning around, changing as fast as he possibly could.