#esc-imagines

Set-up: Gjon’s Tears and Daði Freyr in third person view

Word count: 441 (Short)

Request: Gjon partying the night away with Dadi og Gagnamagnið

Warning: NO CORONA

The music was thumping loudly through the toilet stalls and Gjon could feel the world spinning ever so slightly. He had a few cocktails and not that much food tonight. This was a rare feeling he wasn’t used to. Gjon always had to be focused and fit to perform at his best, but tonight was a special night. Eurovision was OVER! He had 3 more days in the Netherlands. Gjon and some of the other participants had decided it was time to enjoy themselves after all of their hard work for the past few weeks and go into Amsterdam. He stumbled to the sink and washed his hands, also splashing a little in his face. Gjon looked up to see his own tired looking face in the mirror. His bags were even more noticeable without the makeup they wore everyday for Eurovision. Gjon never thought he would miss the makeup, he chuckled to himself and pushed his way out of the toilet. The music grew louder and he looked around to find his friends. A tap on his shoulder made him turn around. Dadi smiled down at Gjon who looked like a lost puppy. “C’mon, the rest is over at the bar!” 

At the bar Sigrún, Hulda, Stefán, Jóhann were busting out their best dance moves and laughing at themselves. Árný had stayed at the hotel because she was pregnant. “Look who I found!” Dadi said whilst wiggling his eyebrows. They cheered as Gjon appeared from behind Dadi. Gjon smiled at his friends, he had gotten to know so many amazing people during his time in Rotterdam. This is what Eurovision was about to him showing his art, but also meeting new artists from all over the world to share this experience with. He started busting out some moves and hollered as Every Time We Touch by Cascada started playing. Dadi smiled at the sight from the bar whilst he ordered some drinks. He handed Gjon some water, he could tell he needed a break from the alcohol or he would have to carry him back to the hotel tonight which luckily was not far from the bar that they were at. “You are the best.”  Gjon laughed as he gratefully took the water from Dadi. 

Pairing: Miki Nunez x Reader

Word count: 541

Request: Participating in Eurovision & becoming Miki’s new best friend (For my girl @sabienofficial​)

Warnings: Friendship, fun times

“Here we are!” Our PA Tara smiles as she opens the door to our green room. This is all so surreal, it’s all so overwhelming, but so fun! I let out a little squeal of excitement. “We should decorate it so everyone knows we are here!” Kevin, one of my backing vocals, smiles as he holds put some flags and markers. “Let’s go!” I yell excited and start decorating.

I hang up some flags and write my name and my countries name on them. I take a step back to look at our work of art. Suddenly I trip over my own feet and I feel myself going to the ground. I brace for impact but it never comes. Instead, I feel two arms around me, lifting me back up. I look up to see a dark-haired boy smiling at me. A small smile creeps on my face.

“Thanks,” I say as he helps me up. “No problem, what are neighbours for?!” He grins as he points to the green room next to ours. “So nice to meet you! My name is Y/N, how are you?” I smile as I try and shake his hand. He chuckles and pulls me in for a hug instead. “My name is Miki, from Spain. Nice to meet you too Y/N.” He grins as he lets me go.

I exclaim loudly as I hear him say his name. “I love your song! It’s such a bop.” I start singing it. Miki laughs and quickly joins in. We start dancing around the room and some other people join us in our little party. I see some people filming us and clapping along. As the chorus ends I let out a big sigh. “I have to take a nap later.” Miki chuckles at my comment. “Meet up later?” I smile at him. “Sure, text me when you are done napping.” He smiles. I hand him my phone and he types in his number. We say goodbye and go our separate ways.

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“WAKE UP!”

“HOLY F*CK!” I scream as I shoot up from the couch. I can hear laughter from behind me. I turn around to see Miki in stitches, laughing his ass off. “You scared me,” I exclaim as I hit him in de stomach. He plops down next to me on the couch as he continuous laughing. “I’m sorry I had to.” I pout at him which makes him laugh even more. “I hate you,” I mumble under my breath. “No, you don’t.” He grins as he pokes me in the side teasingly.

“Shut up,” I mutter. He takes the bottom of my blanket and pulls it to himself. “Nooo, Miki, don’t please,” I whine. He laughs again. “Fine.” I stand up and go to the chair across the room. He smiles triumphantly as he slides down a bit more. “Are you really going to nap here?” I chuckle slightly. He nods as he turns to his side so he doesn’t face me anymore. I quietly grab a water bottle from the table and tiptoe over to Miki. I open de cap and drop some water on his head.

“Dude!” Miki exclaims as he jumps up from the couch. “Oh, you want a prank war? Then you will get one!” He laughs manically and runs out of the room.

Pairing: Matthías Haraldsson x Reader

Word count: 148

Warnings: none

A/N: Written for anon

Dating Matthías would be like this:

You would be up all night talking about life

Looking at the stars together

Talking about aliens, other life forms and living on Mars

Laughing at his silly comments, even though he is very serious

When cuddling he would bury his face in your neck always

Constantly asking you to hold his hand because he doesn't want to lose you

Loves bringing you to hang out with his friends

Because otherwise he would miss you too much

Watching horror films together

and him laughing at you getting scared all the time

Then explaining how it could be even scarier

Wanting to stay in bed all day together

He would tickle you to see you smile

Because it brings his heart warmth

Trying to scare him but never succeeding because he doesn’t get scared

Pairing: Matthías Haraldsson x Reader

Word count: 566

Warnings: smutty but not really, lust

"You can try on you stage gear in here, and I must say they gave you quite the contraption." One of our P.A.'s smiles as she opens the door of the dressing room for me. "Thank you." I smile at her and step inside. I see my suit hanging on a hanger. It's a very extravagant looking piece. I start stripping down and put on the suit. "Fuck." I laugh as I almost fall down trying to put it on correctly. "Come on, work with me." I groan.

“How am I supposed to contain myself when you look like this. Fuck.” I feel him tracing the straps on my back, sending shivers down my spine. “Matthías, you scared me. I didn’t hear you come in." I softly say covering myself with my hands. My eyes flutter shut, at the feeling of his fingers tracing the straps. I shiver as his fingers accidentally graze over my bare skin. "Do you need some help putting it on correctly?" He asks. "No no, it's alright. Thank you though." I softly whisper back. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." Matthías says as his fingers graze over my bareback.

To be honest I don't know if I want or don't want this. I'm definitely attracted to him but he also scares me at the same time. "No thank you," I speak up a bit louder, stepping away from him. I keep my back towards Matthías, feeling a bit uncomfortable. At the show, I will wear a latex suit underneath it but they are still modifying it to fit me better and I didn't think anyone would come into the dressing room whilst I was fitting it. But right now it was just my underwear underneath it. "I won't do anything if you don't want too. Consent is important." He says softly and puts his hand on my shoulder. I flinch at first, but I relax knowing I don't have to worry about anything happening if I don't want to. Matthías is always a man of his word, that's a fact.

After a little bit of contemplating what to do I sigh, "I just can't get these straps on the bottom to fit right." I turn around to face him showing him what I mean.

He unclips a few straps and redoes them adjusting them to fit nicer. "Much better, it looks so much nicer without that latex suit underneath it." Matthías cheekily grins and shoots me a wink. I have rarely seen him so flirty and, well dare I to say it, aroused. "You flirt, stop it." I giggle a bit giddy. I enjoyed his attention more than I thought I would. "I can't help it, seeing you in this just unleashes something in me. A feeling of desire." He gets up and adjusts the straps on my chest.  I look at what he is doing, my breath hitching in my throat. His touch makes me melt and it makes me long for more. I just can't help myself I want his hands all over my body.

Dating Mahmood would be like this:

Taking silly pictures together

Not to put online, just so he can look at them when he is sad

Constantly switching languages during deep conversations because he is such a linguist

Also knows and not knows how to speak English at the same time

Laughing at him because of the dumb jokes that he makes

Blushing & flash that soft & adorable smile when you address him by any endearing nickname

Admiring you when you cook, clean, watch tv, always really

When sitting in a restaurant you’ll judge everyone together

Wanting to cuddle up to you when you are at home

Being able to lay in bed together all day long

Falls asleep on with his head resting on your lap

Kissing you all over and making you feel loved whenever he can

Softly singing to himself all day

But also singing for you / with you

Pairing:  Matthías x Reader (x Klemens)

Word count: 919

Warnings: angsty, fluff, jealousy

A/N: For all the anons (and @myweirdfangirlstuff) that requested Hatari related imagines. (Big thank you to the anon with the idea to do a jealous Matthías imagine)

“This is much scarier than I thought it would be.” I whisper softly only so Klemens could hear. Klemens chuckles softly, “It’s not that bad right?” I giggle in reply. Those boys find nothing scary. Matthías his eyes are fixed on the screen, following every move on the TV. “You find nothing scary.” I giggle and playfully slap Klemens on his leg. “I find lots of things scary.” Klemens replies with a smirk on his face. “I find a lot of humans quite scary actually.” He says dead serious. I giggle at his response, typical. I lay my head back down on the pillow that is placed on Klemens his lap and he starts playing with my hair. “Luckily you aren’t scary.” He giggles.

Matthías moves around under my legs, his hand still resting on my leg. “Please stop talking during the film.” Matthías says dead serious. I sigh, letting him know I don’t want to. I pout my lips and turn my face towards Matthías. He doesn’t take his eyes of the screen to look at me. Klemens chuckles at my silliness. I sit up and put my arms around Matthías trying to get his attention. “Y/N, stop fucking around.” Matthías sneers still not taking his eyes off the screen. That does it, the last few weeks Matthías has been acting strange. He acts cold and distant but never tell’s me what is on his mind. I slap his hand off my leg and stand up from the couch. Tears start welling but in my eyes. “Klemens, do you wanna come and watch the rest of the film in my room?” I cross my arms over my chest and shoot a hopeful look at Klemens. “I’ll be right there.” He says softly avoiding eye contact with Matthías. Hoping to avoid any confrontation. Matthías his jaw clenches. He is clearly upset, but he would never tell me that.

I rush out of the living room, racing to our room and launching myself face first on the bed. Tears start rolling down my cheeks. I don’t understand why he is acting like this, you can’t just snap to someone you love like that. It’s not fair. My door opens softly and Klemens appears in the doorway. “I don’t like it when you guys are like this.” Klemens sighs sadly as he strokes my hair. “Matthías is shutting me out again, it has been like this for a couple of weeks now.” Matthías has always had trouble staying in touch with his feelings and talking about them. But recently he has started to shut me out, and ignore me. I don’t know what I have done wrong. “You know he doesn’t deal with emotions very well, but he tries. He really does.” I sigh, he is right but what can I do? Every time is ask he walks away or goes quite. “It’s not fair Klemens. Why is it so hard? Can’t you talk to him?”

“No Y/N, as much as I love you guys this is between you two. Maybe you should ask him yourself?” Klemens softly says, kissing the top of my head. “But what if he shuts me out again?” I cry into his chest. “You’ll just have to try and hope for the best. Hope is the only thing that keeps mankind from going on with life.” I sigh and look up at Klemens. He wipes the tears from my face and kisses my cheek. “I guess I’ll have to hope for the best then.” I whisper and slowly get up. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Klemens smiles. I slowly walk down the hallway back to the living room. I wipe the tears of my cheeks and glance over to Matthías who is still staring at the screen. His jaw and fists clenched together.

“ Matthías please tell me what’s wrong?” I sigh desperately hoping he will answer me. Tears start rolling down my cheeks once again. Matthías slowly turns towards me, stands up from the couch and starts walking towards me. When he is right in front of me he stop, staring me in the eyes. I see something in his eyes I have rarely seen, hurt and anger. Why was he so angry?

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” He speaks with an ice cold tone. He takes another step, getting even closer to me. Our foreheads almost touching. “Everytime you speak with him, laugh with him, touch him this feeling of hurt and anger takes over me. I can’t fucking stand it anymore.” He shouts with a hateful tone. “What the fuck are you talking about? You’re being crazy, Matthías.”

“I’m not, I see the way you look at each other. You don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re jealous of how I act with Klemens? Are you kidding me! He is your best friend!”

“Yes I am, you can only look at me like that. You are mine.”

Dating Sergey Lazarev would be like this:

He is a puppy but sometimes a grumpy one too

When you talk too much he will interrupt you by kissing you

He would want to keep your relationship a secret at first because he wants to enjoy being together before he introduces you

But after a month he would show you off and show a lot of PDA

Nikita being crazy about you and when you are not around he will constantly ask Sergey why you are not with them

Going to the beach and playing in the sand with Nikita and Sergey

Having BBQ's with friends and he would be the chef

But after going to the gym together to work out

Trying out the couple goals workouts

"I can't do that, you are crazy!"

"Come on... I know you can do it!"

Always believing you can do everything

Pushing you to be your best self

When you have a free day, cuddling would be  the only thing on your to-do list

Teasing each other and tickle fights

Those always end up in make-out sessions or getting hot and heavy

Showering together in the morning

Because he feels like it's the best way to wake up

As he gets out he will turn the shower cold and hold the shower door closed

Always pulling silly pranks on each other and trying to get Nikita to help you

Falling asleep on the couch together after a long day

You lay with your head on Sergey's chest and Nikita on his other side

Pairing: Duncan Laurence x Reader 

Word count: 749

Request: Reader is a singer from the UK and comes last, and is upset about last night but happy for Dunc. 

Warnings: Angsty, fluff, romance

Tears roll down my face as hear the final results. I can’t believe we only got 11 points, and only 3 of those were televote points. I really thought that we did well and we were up there more but it seems like the UK is still stuck in the bottom like always. Maybe I was flat or they didn’t like me in the interviews enough. I should have prepared more and given more energy during the performance. They will all hate me when I get back home. Thoughts race through my mind. I can't breathe. Everything is spinning and it feels as if the ground is melting under my feet. I collapse onto my hands and knees, my breathing shallow and quick. I gag at the thought of a calloused hand tugging on my chin. My body is shaking uncontrollably. I feel a pair of hands gently rest on my shoulders but I shrug them off. “I’m here, it’s alright.” I faintly hear someone calling to me. 

The voice sounds familiar and warm. I feel someone wrap their arms around me and pulling me into their chest. My body stops shaking and I feel my breath calming down little by little. I keep my eyes closed and snuggle myself into the chest of voice. “We are going back to the hotel, you want to walk to the bus?” The voice softly asks. I nod and let the voice guide me. As I sit down in the bus I lay my head against the window and drift of into a dreamless nap.

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I gasp as I wake up, I steady myself as I sit upright in bed. I smile when I notice my brother next to me. He comforted me when I used to get panic attacks when I was younger. He would always fall asleep with me and nothing would feel more secure. “Morning Sleepy.” I smile as I hear my nickname. Our mum was so obsessed with Snow White she gave us nicknames after the Seven Dwarfs, I was Sleepy and my brother was Grumpy. “Morning Grumpy.” I chuckle as I stretch out my arms. “Feeling better, huh?!” I nod as a reply and reach to my nightstand for my phone. 

I see multiple messages from other participants asking if I’m alright and what happened. I smile at their kindness and quickly reply to their messages. ‘I was really worried about you, are you feeling better?’ Duncan is such a sweetheart. We have been becoming good friends these past few weeks. ‘Yes I’m feeling a lot better, thank you for asking. Congratulations on the big win, you deserve it so much!’ I reply to him. I get up and start getting dressed. “You want to get breakfast?” I shout at my brother who has occupied the bathroom. “Yes, I’m starving.” He shouts back. “Alright Grumpy, hurry up then.” I chuckle.