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Valentyn Leshchynskyi the man that you are….. 🙏

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ive fallen for the kpop demon hunters propaganda pull me out please

[just1cefor4ll]

headcanons of lukas and girlfriend who has been a contestant in eurovision before him (and won) but like they met each other just during eurovision 2025 and started dating after it yes very specifico...

my english is not so good to explain exactly what im thinking so sorry

—Lukas Radzevičius w/ a s/o who has won esc before

A/N. sorry this took so long to publish! :,) I was busy and low key had writers block but finally got this out!! enjoy<33

warning. not proof read

lets say you were the swiss representative in 2024 and won in place of nemo for the sake of this

you had a similar entry (genre wise) to Katarsis and so once you were offered to play your newest song at Eurovision as a interval act, you couldn’t wait to get to meet them

believe it or not, they had mentioned you in past interviews at pre-parties that you were one of their favourites last year and glad that you won— you were like a sort of gleam of hope that alternative music could make it in a contest like this

when you first crossed paths it was a bit formal at first, but the tension quickly faded once you told them you were quite a big fan of their entry

You thanked the woman who had handed you your rooms key, dropping your overly happy smile as you turned your back to go over to the elavators that would take you to your floor.

A familiar group of four caught your eye as you approuched them from behind, all of them chatting— very obviously drained from the day and ready to head back to their rooms to chill.

You made your way over to the elavator, saying hi and getting in with them. “You’re last years winner, no? [Name]?” A guy— the lead singer as you recognised him asked which took you aback. “Oh— yeah. That’s me. You’re katarsis? I love your entry!” They all nodded and gave you their names, and from there the conversation flowed in naturally as if you’ve known each other for years.

overtime you got closest to Lukas due to the similarity in age and when you started your music careers

once their semi-final had become a success, you couldn’t help but be all giddy about it, reposting stuff about them and their act like some fanpage

^^Lukas talked about it to the rest of the band and they all teased him about how invested he is in what you think about them

he’d often times come to you for advice or whenever he’d be overwhelmed the fans would see you together (which struck up rumours of the two of you dating)

you’d mostly just help him improve but there wasn’t even much to improve as his voice and singing was already lovely as it was

Lukas came to your room alone the night before the grand-final, the both of you stressed and sought out comfort in each other

you were both on vocal rest then so communication was a bit tricky however you managed through your notes app

then suddenly as your growing feelings for him took control of your actions, you two finally kissed!

You smiled as you read ‘The song’s amazing. You’ll shine tommorow— no need to worry.’ on Lukas’ phone as he smiled softly your way. ‘I don’t know, I feel like something is missing.. I shouldn’t have told them I’d be performing a new song and just went with an older one :((‘ You typed back but he looked at you with a raised brow, shaking his head. ‘It’s a work of art [Name]. The ones who’ll get it, will get it— but in my eyes, it’s perfect.’

Your gaze found his, his words genuine which warmed your heart— and as your heart started to race along with your thoughts, you acted impulsively, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

As you pulled away, he hid is cherry red face in your neck, groaning. He grabbed his phone, looking down with his forehead resting against your shoulder and handed it to you. ‘If I mess up tomorrow I’m blaming you for making me think about how soft your lips felt just now on stage.’ And with that your feelings had been revealed, leaving a madly in love duo to perform tomorrow and only hope to not mess up your acts.

he’d probably want to actually sit down and talk about your feelings for each other after the contest since you basically live on the other side of Europe and wanted to make sure if he is who you truly want

poor boy is a bit scared you’ll stop loving him due to the distance

everyones happy when you officially announce your relationship but it wouldn’t be until at least a year into the relationship when you tell it to your fans

soon after you move in together and a weight lifts off of your shoulders that now you were together for good

overall Lukas would be glad he met you— without your presence he’d most likely be a bit more stressed out then usual so you really ground him and make the experience a hundred times better

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—Coming home to you

Lukas Radzevičius x f!reader

summary. early mornings with Lukas are always peaceful— but when its a week day and you both have jobs… not so pleasent. you’re both just happy to get back home and reset together

translations. meile=love, brangioji = darling

You winced as you saw your boyfriend, Lukas, slip through the front door and into your shared apartment— his forever tired eyes looking even more drained, his shoulders slouched as he shrugged off his coat and threw his shoes into the corner where all your other shoes were scattered.

That early morning, as the cold air brushed against your warm figure, the cars below driving by in a comforting manner— his alarm had woken the two of you up— the sun barely peeking through the curtains while the birds almost lulled you back to sleep.

“Mmm.. morning, meile,” he murmured sleepily into your hair as he curled around you, voice muffled by the pillow.

You groaned, stretching as your back satisfyingly cracked. Lukas wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him for warmth— goosebumps waving over your body as you gave in, wrapping yourself around his torso while he mumbled something about not wanting to go to the studio today.

“I think I’ll just call in sick,” he muttered, already snuggling closer to prove his point. You smiled softly, brushing the loose strands of his long hair behind his ear. “As much as I’d love for us to go back to sleep…” you sat up, making him groan. “I think you’d deeply regret falling behind on schedule.” You booped his nose, your heart melting at the way he looked up at you, brows slightly furrowed. He sighed, then sat up too, running a hand through his hair.

“This will be the longest day ever,” he mumbled, getting up to get ready— and so did you.

You always finished work sooner than him, since you had a job at a record store just down the street, whereas he had to travel across the city to get to the studio to meet the rest of his band.

“You’ll be done in no time— and of course I’ll be waiting,” you smiled as you gathered your own set of keys after handing him the ones from the car, giving him a kiss before heading your separate ways outside the apartment building.

Now, as he sluggishly walked toward you— not even bothering to change into something more comfortable— he collapsed onto the bed, arms pulling you into him. You ran a hand through his hair, his shoulders finally relaxing as he exhaled all the annoyance and antsy emotions of the day.

“Why do I ever listen to you?” he groaned slightly, furrowing his brows at you.

You chuckled, shaking your head as he sat up to change.

“Well, if you didn’t go, you’d be pissed about having to spend extra hours at the studio on a friday night,” you called back, pulling a hoodie— over your head as the cold night air started to infiltrate into the room.

He simply got back under the covers, pulling you close and breathing in your scent.

“I missed you, brangioji,” he murmured, his breath warm against the chilled air as his hands gently brushed over your arms, trying to coax warmth back into your skin.

You smiled, finally letting yourself relax beneath his touch. “You’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a year.” A soft laugh escaped your lips, teasing. He frowned in mock offense, scoffing as he flicked your forehead. “Well, it felt like a year,” he grumbled, before pulling you even closer, his arms wrapping around you like he never wanted to let go.

“How was work today?” he muttered against the skin of your neck, pressing a soft kiss against your pulse.

“Could’ve been better. Didn’t get too many people, but most of them were either assholes or kids who don’t know how to handle vinyls. Like, how can you just drop it after you pull it out to check it?” you rambled, huffing in annoyance.

“I guess we both had bad days in a way, didn’t we?” You nodded as Lukas’ eyes locked on yours like he was a soldier who had just returned to his love from war.

Your cheeks warmed a bit, turning to lie on your side to face him better.

“Stop looking at me like that..” you poked his cheek, but he didn’t look away.

He raised a hand and cupped your cheek, tracing gentle circles. His other hand rested on your hip, slipping slightly under your shirt— your cool skin a light contrast to his warmer hand. “Like what?” he smirked, moving his hand to rest where your ribcage was, making you shiver.

“Like you’re trying to eat me alive,” you muttered, his gaze never leaving yours.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then one to your cheek.

“Maybe..” he started, but you cut him off with a playful slap to his chest.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you tightly, squeezing until you squealed. “Okay, okay— I get it. I won’t force you to go to work anymore.” You giggled, the atmosphere warm and playful.

“Mmm, yeah you better,” Lukas muttered, pressing his face into your neck with a smug grin. “Or else I might just have to eat you up.”

You rolled your eyes with a breathy laugh, your heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when he talked like that— half-tease, half-truth.

“Oh no,” you said dramatically. “Not the wrath of Lukas.”

He looked up, smirking as his hand slid lazily to your thigh. “Too late. I’m starving.” He propped himself up to get above you, pressing feather light kisses against your whole face.

You laughed again, softer this time, and cupped his face in your hands, letting your thumbs brush gently along his cheekbones. “God you’re insufferable.” You joke, smiling as you peck his lips.

“Well, guess you're stuck with me then, meile.”

He leaned in again and kissed you— slower, full of that tired, quiet kind of love that only came at the end of long, messy (cold) days like this one.

Soon after, you both drifted off to sleep, the moonlight spilling through the curtains as you clung to each other— desperately savoring the closeness, knowing that tomorrow would bring another long day that would leave you both wishing you were already retired, living peacefully in the countryside without a single worry in the world. Just you and him together.

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Hiii!, could you write a story about Valya or Danya (whoever you prefer) where they play video games with the fem!reader? And then they just have a good time flirting and such.

—Cheater? Or just a sore loser?

Valentyn Leshchynskyi x f!reader

summary. Vayla doesn’t like loosing, and so he’ll do whatever it takes to win.. even if it means slightly cheating..

translation. Люба = darling

You groaned as the words YOU LOSE flashed across the screen in big bold red letters probably for the fifth time that night. You didn’t even bother to pretend to be surprised this time.

Valya who was sat beside you was already laughing, smug and unbothered as he leaned in to rub it in. “C’mon, grumpy,” he teased, nudging you with his shoulder. “Cheer up. Want me to teach you how to play?”

He was already shifting to sit behind you before you could answer, settling so you were sitting between his legs, his arms casually draped around you as he reached for your hands. His chin rested on your shoulder, warm breath against your neck as he guided your fingers across the controller. “See? Like this.”

“It’s pointless,” you muttered, not really meaning it. “I’m just shitty at this game.” Valya scoffed, kissing your cheek without hesitation. “You’re not shitty. You just didn’t have eleven years of practice with your twin brother.” His tone was light, but there was pride in it too— like he liked being the one to teach you.

You let him walk you through the basics properly this time. He actually explained things; where to go, which controls did what, his ‘secret tricks’.. things he probably should’ve done hours ago, but.. it was Valya, so you let it slide.

“Alright,” you said eventually, grinning at the screen. “I think I’ve got it.”

“I’m sure you do, Люба,” he smiled lovingly, ruffling your hair gently as he leaned back and picked up his own controller.

The next round started—and for once, you were ahead. Not by much, but it was enough to have you excited like a child. Your brows furrowed as you burned holes into the screen, concentrated and ready to win. But.. you unfortunately didn’t notice the way Valya had grown suspiciously quiet and pouty— something you noticed he’d do anytime he felt competitive.

Not too long after, as the last few levels were approaching, you felt the soft press of his lips at the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Stop it,” you mumbled, not looking away from the screen. “Hmm?” he said like he had no idea what you were talking about, then kissed you again, a little slower this time, just under your ear.

You tried to keep your focus, but your hand twitched—your character slammed into something and fell to the ground, stars above its head.

“Valya—”

“I’m not doing anything,” he said, infuriatingly smooth. He pressed one more kiss to your neck before pulling back just slightly, just enough to focus again. “But thank you for the opening.”

You already knew you’d lost before the words hit the screen.

YOU LOSE.

“No. No. That doesn’t count.”

He grinned wide, all teeth. “Oh, it definitely does.”

“But— you distracted me,” you accused, twisting to face him fully. “That’s not fair.” You pouted.

“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to fluster.” He leaned in again, teasing. “Want a rematch? No kisses this time. Unless you ask nicely.” You narrowed your eyes at him, biting back a smile. “You’re the worst.” “And yet, here you are,” he said, smug as ever, pulling you in closer.

You let yourself melt against him, even if you were already mentally planning your revenge next round.

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Hello!! Hihii, may I request a lukas radzevičius x reader?? Where the reader is in the green room with the band when they announce the finalists?? Fluff please !! Thank you so much, take caree!!

- 🌧

—My darling boy

Lukas Radzevičius x f!reader

summary. you’ve known Lukas since before the start of his career, and now, as he achieves something big like Eurovision— you can’t help but feel the proudness of how far he had come

translations. Tu tokia miela. = You’re so cute.

You laughed as the Latvian girls— Tautumeitas pulled you in to dance; Abor & Tynna lighting up the stage with their song Baller that has been stuck in your mind ever since you first managed to hear it at a pre-party in Madrid.

Eurovision 2025 felt like quite the fever dream. You made more friends than you expected, your introverted self always made you keep to yourself— but it was as if something in this year’s atmosphere made you a lot more talkative and less self reserved.

You turned to look at your boyfriend, Lukas, who was also vibing to the song with the rest of his band— your friends. You pulled out your phone, chuckling at the way they all swayed in sync to the songs beat.

A quick sigh escaped from your mouth as you sat down on the floor, back between Lukas’ legs as you caught your breath.

“You’re energetic today.” Lukas whispered in your ear, resting his chin on the top of your head as he wrapped his hands around your neck. “Adrenaline, maybe? Today’s the big day.” You look up, smiling softly as he pecked your lips. “Tu tokia miela.” He whispered, smirking softly before leaning back, trying to hide his smile as the Eurovision account mamager came into view to film something. You all simple waved at the camera, waving your flags before you sat up as they left towards the next country— squeezing Lukas’ hand as you sat next to him.

It wasn’t long before the last country had given it their all to their performance, the results of the night not too far anymore. You had all discussed the two outcomes of the night— how you’d react and if you’d be dissapointed. But, you all had come to the conclusion that you didn’t mind not qualifying. The friendships and memories you’d carry even after the contests end outweighed any trophy in the world.

The minutes stretched into what felt like hours as the votes had just been closed— the air tense and full of anticipation, everyone wondering whose face will appear two days later in the grand final.

Your leg bounces with anxiety, a sort of invisible pressure suffocating you. “This doesn’t look like the ‘I don’t care’ attitude you were giving yesterday during our conversation.” Lukas teased, putting a hand on your knee as a comforting gesture. You scoffed, playfully nudging him.

All the playfulness of the night had however vanished into thin air as the cameras suddenly appeared on you. A sort of warmth mixed with a harsh cold overthrew your body as your cheeks felt like they were on fire— the hosts already ready to decide the fate of the first country.

“The first country to be qualifying for the grand final is.. Lithuania!” The screams of the arena and a few of your own had grounded you as your heart began to leap with all kinds of emotions you never even stopped to think if they existed. “What— wh— Lukas, everyone you made it.” You sobbed, hugging everyone as Alanas ruffled your hair while Emilija pulled you into a tight embrace, celebrating their qualification.

You smiled— brighter then any star as Lukas embraced you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “We did it, we did it, we fucking did it.” He breathed out, his body shaking slightly from the adrenaline.

You pulled him aside as the hosts moved on, going into a small hall that would lead you into the lobby of the arena. “I’m so proud of you Lukas.” You smiled, kissing his cheek as he looked deep into your eyes. “You did it my sweet boy.” You fixed the mess his now sweaty hair had become, cupping his cheek. “God you’re too good f’me.” He stated, giving you no room to argue as he picked you up, spinning you around in circles before setting you down, a soft kiss landing on your lips right after. You giggled, leaning your forehead against his— staying still for a bit as your racing thoughts calmed.

“I’m grateful you were here with me throughout this year.” He whispered, pulling back from the embrace. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Not ever.” He said, the honesty and appreciation in his voice made your throat tighten just the slightest bit, but you gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Glad I could be here.” You said softly, your thumb brushing over his knuckles before slipping your fingers between his, a quiet warmth settling between you. “We should go,” you added with a faint smile, the distant cheers from the arena echoing through the corridor. “They’re probably wondering where we disappeared to.” Lukas nodded, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer.

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and together, you turned back toward the light and sound, letting the adrenaline and joy of the night carry you forward as the weight of what you’d just experienced slowly began to sink in.

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[just1cefor4ll]

Hii, i just wanted to ask if i could request a Jokubas fanfic where he is our childhood friend and we become something like the boss of Katarsis or smth like that? If yes than thank you so much!! I love your work and i havent seen any fanfics of my boy Jokubas 😔❤

—Since we were kids

Jokūbas Andriulis x fem!reader

summary. childhood friends to lovers! nothing else really to it

warning. not proof read, swearing

A/N. very sorry that i was on such a hiatus but i had very important exams coming up and that came first :,) hope that you all understand 🤍

Having a very extroverted mother as a child wasn’t always the best. She’d always set up play dates for you or made you go to every single function with her no matter the time or day.

It was as if she was trying to lure you out of your shell, and in a way she sort of did— but never fully.

Once, after you came home from your grandmas house you saw shoes at the front door you didn’t recognise. You took a deep breath, prepping yourself for yet another visit from someone that would say something like “oh I remember I used to change your diapers when you were just a small baby” and embarrass you in front of whoever else was with them.

To your surprise, you saw a familiar boy you’d meet around town, mostly in the small local shops that always sold the best kind of candy.

Your 9 year old mind had turned quiet for a moment, before curiosity had started to overflow it with questions of all sorts.

The questions got all answered after your mother ushered you both out into town to buy a few things— more like forcing you into being alone together so you’d have no other choice but to get to know each other, and luckily for her, you did. You learned his name was Jokūbas and he actually wasn’t as bad as you initially thought he’d be, which was something you thanked an invisible force for because the previous boys, girls or friends in general your mother had tried to set you up with were nothing but snotty brats that even your mother later apologised to you for.

Years went by and his visits became more frequent. Your parents had started to create a bond as well and so he even slept over quite often. On one of those occasions, as you were talking deep into the night, you came to the realisation that you share a passion for music— both of you wanting to pursue a career in that field. You made promises to yourselves that one day you’d be big. Known. “How about that song contest your mother is crazy over?” He suggested. “Eurovision?” You raised a brow, looking at him as if he had just crossed a line.

“I— I don’t know Jokūbas, that’s a dream too out of reach for us to even think about.” You shrug, throwing yourself back onto his matress on the floor, the glow in the dark stars you stuck on the ceiling when you were kids still there yet a lot dimmer than they first were.

“Nothing’s out of reach if we aim just right.” He pointed to the brightest star, sitting up. “I believe in us [Name] so you should too.” He nudged you, flicking your forehead. “Have some faith would you?” He looked at your dazed expression and sighed, nudging you with his leg which made you fall back. “Hey!” You furrow your brows, flipping him off.

Jokūbas sat down next to you, reaching out his pinky and leaned forward a bit. “I promise you right here right now that if we get into Eurovision together, no matter our roles, I’ll tell you my biggest secret.”. You eye his pinky before sighing, locking your finger with his. “I know damn well you’ll forget this in an hour.” You laughed, standing up to get some water from downstairs. Jokūbas shook his head, laying back down. “I could never.”

Then as another few years passed, Jokūbas had messaged you while you were at work— producing a song for some very.. interesting small rappers that had been going at it for 5 hours and nothing seemed to satisfy them— saying he had joined a band called Katarsis and that they desperately needed a manager.

You instantly dropped your current job, meeting with them to go over details you didn’t even care about— all that mattered to you was that you didn’t have to listen to horrible vocals of people that just wasted 6 hours of your life every other day.

Immediately, you realised that your choice had paid off. Moments with them were always pleasant, and having your best friend by your side made it all the more special— part of your dream had come true. You almost felt complete as you watched them perform with such gracefulness that everything else faded into the background. The small trips, interviews, and hangouts became more frequent, and you formed a bond stronger than any vow.

Now, as you were drunk at your studio with the others, Lukas had mentioned Eurovision and how they could just audition. It was that easy.

You eyed Jokūbas who locked his gaze onto you, smiling softly. “I support the idea but what does boss woman think?” He leans back, everyone’s eyes on you with anticipation. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Yeah, okay, fine I’ll do all the fucking paperwork and phonecalls but I’m warning you if you don’t win I will personally strangle all of you.” You glare, taking a shot of whatever the hell you were drinking. “Just a warning.” You smile, the others cheering as they talked about the whole contest in general.

They took the warning to heart, and you couldn’t believe it as the winners were announced— Katarsis, representing Lithuania in Eurovision 2025.

It was really happening.

That night you had slept over at Jokūbas’ apartment, lost in the sea of emotions that had flooded your being in all the best and worst ways. “So you’re really going.” You breath out, looking at the dark streets from upon the balcony as he leaned against the railing next to you. “No, we’re going.” He corrected, ruffling your hair as you scoffed. “Yeah but you’re the one actually performing. You’re making that silly dream of ours come true and I’m proud of you for that Jokūbas.” You smiled softly, looking at him— his gaze softening as you spoke those words. “We couldn’t have done it without you. Who would’ve called around and signed all those useless papers if not you? You did more then you let yourself believe [Name].” He threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

You chuckle softly, pushing him away playfully. “Okay, okay— don’t get all sentimental with me I’m not about to cry again.” You spent the rest of the evening reminiscing about the times you first met and how far you’ve come— so the tears came either way.

May had come around far too quick— along with the many responsibilities of a manager that had unfortunately come with. Interviewers flooded you with emails and calls, and even though the constant back and forth between make-up artsis, rehearsals and soundchecks slowly chipped at your sanity, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate this. You had your sweet moments with the group, the night walks around Basel or the comedy-worthy hang outs in your cramped hotel rooms made it all the more worth it.

Your hands had started sweating with anxiety as they got on stage. Their semi-final was here, it was really happening— no more second chances, this was it.

The entire time felt like you were holding your breath, your eyes set on Jokūbas as the others walked to the front like they rehearsed. He caught your eyes on him, looking back down at his drum set as he bit his lip to try and not smile. Your heart leaped unexpectedly, a sudden rush of heat coursing through every vein of your body as the music slowly faded into an end. They thanked the audience who screamed behind you as you practically sprinted to the steps where you would be lead to the green room.

“You did it!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around Jokūbas before congratulating the others as well. “You were incredible Lukas— and Alanas and Emilija did such a great job it was so perfect.” You rambled, the others smiling and celebrating with you as they sat in their spots on the couch.

Everyone quieted down as the last of the performers sat down in the green room, the votes closing as the hosts dragged on the announcements. “Fuck, I’m so scared.” You breathe out, your leg bouncing nervously as the others listened to who was the first to qualify. “The first country moving on to the grand final is…”

“Lithuania!”

A burst of emotions set fire in you like fireworks, the feeling of excitement, shock and even anxiety fell on you all together. “We fucking did it!” Alanas cheered as they all calmed down, sitting as the rest of the contest only blurred past.

The walk back to your hotel felt like a fever dream. Everything started feeling unbelievably real and nobody could shake off the adrenaline that had been unleashed into your systems. “Guess you aren’t strangling us any time soon.” Alanas had joked, bumping into you playfully. You shook your head, bumping him right back. “Keep being annoying and we might have to find a back up guitarist for the final.” You smirked playfully, earning another shove as everyone laughed at the two of you.

You separated ways with them at the hotel, deciding you’d be celebrating more thoroughly when you get the rest you all desperately needed after today. Jokūbas and you had however gone to your room where like old times you just talked. About anything and everything— a moment where you could really unwind. “I’m getting a weird sense of deja-vú.” You joke as you step out onto the balcony. Jokūbas started to look a bit paler than usual, avoiding eye contact which always meant he had something on his mind— something serious, to him at least.

“I promise you right here right now that if we get into Eurovision together, no matter our roles, I’ll tell you my biggest secret.” He recited like the finest of poems Shakespeare could only dream to write. Your breath caught in your throat, nostalgia slapping you in the face. “So you didn’t forget.” You laugh softly, leaning against the railing.

“Promised I wouldn’t.” He said, tone hushed but loud enough for you to hear. “I never imagined we’d actually qualify. The idea of it always felt too good to be true, yet it actually happened.” He breathed out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I guess that no matter how impossible things feel, it never hurts to try.” You raised a brow, the raw emotion in his voice taking you slightly aback although it has never really fazed you much before. “You sure you’re okay? Wanna talk about something that’s troubling you?” You softened your gaze, his eyes meeting yours. “I do, actually.” He said, almost as if the words tasted bitter on his tongue.

He turned to face you, eyes searching your face as if trying to figure you out. What you’re feeling, thinking.. anything— but you were simply confused. “You’re a hard one to crack, you know that?” He chuckled, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m not, you’re just pretty bad at reading me.” You smile, eyes locked on his in a way that made his heart jump against his rib cage.

“Well? What’s the matter with you?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. Jokūbas was silent for a moment, finding the words to explain the complex feelings— feeling, of love he had buried deep in his heart now felt entirely impossible as your eyes pierced through him. “Well I— the secret.” He stuttered, clearing his throat. “I know you probably find it terribly childish— I mean I’m keeping secrets like a little boy in kindergarden but the truth is I mostly kept it because— I don’t know? I’ve been quite a coward.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You might see where this is going so I won’t be dragging you on any more than I already have.”

You had expected this in a way— he wasn’t exactly subtle. Yet in that moment it was as if you were oblivious the entire time as your heart sped up like the cars in f1. “I’ve loved you for a while— even before I made you that promise and I guess I feel foolish for not telling you sooner. I mean I can’t turn back time so it’s pointless—“ “Jokūbas—“ “—crying about it but if you just gave me—”

“Jokūbas I love you too.” You interrupted, his gaze, once soft, turning into one of shock. “You— Why didn’t you—” “Because I was scared, just like you.” You shook your head, playing with your fingers. Jokūbas smiled in relief, bringing you into a hug just like the many others you’ve ever recieved. “You have no idea how much of a relief this is.” He chuckled, making you smile. “Oh, I definitely do.” You mutter, as he laughed— the moment now forever engraved into both of your hearts.

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[just1cefor4ll]

chat i swear ill get back to writing but i really need to be locked tf in 😭

ill start posting after the 17th of june🤍

[just1cefor4ll]

Heyy! Could you please write some Valya x Reader dating headcanons? Also, I’d love to see some headcanons about how they first meet and fall for each other during pre-parties and Basel. Thankyouu! :)

—First meeting & falling in love w/ Valya Leshchynskyi hc’s

first meeting

you’re a team member of another country (probably Portugal since that’s his fav esc song I believe) and he bumps into you right before going on stage in amsterdam

you were crouched by your bag digging for a lens and stand up at the wrong moment as he passes by, hitting your arm with his guitar

your camera almost slips and he stammers to apologise in ukrainian before switching to english

“ой, вибач— (oh i’m sorry) i’m so sorry did i break anything?”

he looks so concerned you almost forget to answer

you just shake your head, and he smiles, relieved he didn’t cause you any trouble

later that night he finds you again just to apologise properly, which ends up being your first of many long conversations

purposefully tries to make as much content with NAPA to be around you as much as possible

^^he’s just so set on getting to know you more after you talked the first time

hugs you when your country qualifies he’s so happy he doesn’t have to say goodbye to you

lives on instagram often include him talking/praising you and your whole team (mostly you tho)

“Valya who’s your favourite entry this year?”

“I really like Portugal since it’s really my style and the whole team is just amazing. And their photographer.. she is so lovely and talented—the rest of the team as well but she’s just so kind. She offered to take pictures for us as well like how amazing is that?”

“simppp”

one day before the grand-final you finally hang out one on one and it goes so well

^^you realise how similar your interests are and you become a lot closer then before

falling in love

you’re the first one to fall in love and it happens during a shared NAPA x Ziferblat interview

you’re standing behind the camera, just observing and his eyes keep flicking to yours and while the others speak, Valya subtly mimics the interviewer behind their back just to make you smile

when the interview ends, instead of walking off with the rest of his band, he walks straight to you

^^asks you how the whole contest is treating you, if you have any new pictures to show ect.

and in that moment you fell in love— the way he made it seem like only you mattered to him and that made something warm stir in your chest

Valya on the other hand fell in love with you as you were on a small walk through Basel

the sun was starting to dip behind buildings, the golden rays casting a beautiful glow on your skin— and as you laughed at some stupid joke he had said, he couldn’t help but go weak at the sight of you

Extra. Who confessed first and how?

Valya definitely confesses first

as you both say your goodbyes at the airport, he takes you away for a moment and he just says it so casually

You hug Danya, handing him a parting gift (printed photos you took of them the whole week) and wishing him and the others a safe flight as they all slowly start to walk to their gate.

Everyone dreaded this moment— goodbyes were never pleasent, and now, as you looked at Valya as he opened up his arms for a hug, it felt even worse.

“I’ll miss my favourite photographer.” He whispered, hugging you tightly. You chuckled softly, looking up at him as you let go. “And I’ll miss my favourite guitarist— don’t tell Guilherme or Francis I said that.” He breathes out a laugh before his shoulders slumped, the realisation that this was the last time you’ll be seeing each other for a while hitting him suddenly.

He cupped your cheek before pulling you into him again, this time picking you up and spinning you around. “I love you [Name].” Valya suddenly announces, making your heart speed up.

Someone shouts his name, saying that they’re going to miss their flight, and so he lets you go. You stood there, silent, watching him leave before you came to your senses. “I love you too.” You say— embarrassingly loud but you at least knew he heard you with the way he stopped for a second before looking back and blowing kisses to you, which you pretended to catch.

the whole confession is very unorganised and it leaves you stunned, but you call the moment you both land home

Guilherme and the others probably cheer in excitement and happiness for you because they’ve been rooting for the two of you for a while

like mfs literally made BETS so you see them sliding money to one another

in the end you guys end up together, you visit each other and you’re in a happy relationship!! yayy! :DD

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[just1cefor4ll]

Hi! I was wondering if you could post part 2 of being stuck in the phantom world for Aiden please? Thank you! I really enjoy your writing!!

please check who i write for before requesting 🤍

[just1cefor4ll]

Hiiii! Love your writing 💙 if you have time, can you write something about our beloved Lukas? Maybe how a relationship could start, if both parts are introvert 😅 like a meeting and then how it happened, you can decide who takes a leap of faith 😇

Lukas Radzevičius w/ a introvert s/o dating hc’s

pre-relationship

you meet at a festival where you both perform right after each other

as you put away your instrument backstage he noticed how you simply kept to yourself no matter who came to talk to you, answering shortly and honestly

he decided to approach you, careful to respect your space as he simply offers a compliment before sitting down across from you

“Loved the setlist, couldn’t imagine outshining that.”

“..Thank you?”

you notice how he’s a lot like you, quiet, quick with answers and doesn’t try to be this picture perfect version of himself poeple made up, which was refreshing to see

as your conversation progresses, you both start to get more comfortable and get more talkative

doesn’t ask for your socials, but in stead suggests you exchange playlists

“Why not get to know each other through the thing that brought us together in the first place?”

when you meet the next month at yet another festival you end up asking for his socials this time

compliments your music taste no matter what it is

isn’t the type to message everyday, but you’re both willing to reply whenever the other texts

doesn’t pressure you to hang out but when you do, he makes sure its in your comfort zone and vice versa

you would think that because he was the one that made the first move on getting to know you that he’d confess first too, right?

^^wrong, you did!

Lukas had asked if you wanted to go on a night walk, and as you felt a sudden confidence surge through you, you accepted and set your mind on telling him about your growing feelings for him.

As he stared at the starry sky, you looked at him in stead— and the moment he looked back at you, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Words get stuck in his throat, and so he pulls you into a hug, hiding in the crook of your neck before cupping your cheek and pressing a sweet, meaningful kiss to your lips— giving you the answer you so craved for too long.

during your relationship

you understand both of your needs for space so there’s no tension when you naturally want some peace and quiet

however after some time of being together you’re often times quiet together

^^meaning cuddling together, listening to music together, simply being on your phones as one of you lays against the others shoulder..

Lukas is a lot more expressive when you’re alone

^^that doesn’t mean he doesn’t express his love towards you when you’re out somewhere

for example when he brought you along to Basel he tended to stare at you with eyes full of love, hands around your waist and during interviews or the semi-final when you sat by him he held/played with your hand

if anyone tries to start something with you he steps in in subtle ways and redirects the attention to something else

if anyone goes too far he cusses them out with zero hesitation

^^that clip of him flipping off someone? yeah that’s the energy he’ll have going on

sometimes just talks about his dreams and thoughts as you lay on his chest with his thumb rubbing comforting circles on your arm

feels a strong sense of love whenever you speak up for him

to put it simply, dating Lukas as an introvert yourself feels like being understood fully— having a space place without condition

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[just1cefor4ll]

Hii! Absolutely loved your work for Danya, better that I could imagine!!! I was thinking about Valya with reader from Portugal delegation (maybe even part of the Napa), since he loves this song. Idk really, hope you like it

—Eu te amo

Valya Leshchynskyi x fem!reader

summary. you hang out with Valya at an after-party where you teach each other your languages

warning. not proof read, might include wrong translations

Tonight was special for a number of reasons. The Eurovision semi-final had just ended a few hours ago and now, in the chaos of the music and overwhelming emotions, everyone was celebrating their qualifications for the grand-final— even you, a member of the Portuguese band Napa who was said to have odds lower then a lightening strike hitting you— but you beat those odds like an easy game of tag, now clinking glasses with the rest of the group who just like you still couldn’t believe it.

“We told you to not look at the odds people give you because things can change.” Your manager told you all as she took a sip of her drink. “Exactly— [Name] was having a full on panic attack right before the performance because some person started breaking down in full detail on why we won’t qualify.”

You scoffed, nudging Guilherme who had just called you out. “Well it’s not my fault he—“ You get cut off by Francis; “Shut up you two. No more looking at odds, especially before the grand-final.” Diogo nodded along, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah we don’t need you collapsing on stage before we even get to the green room.” You huffed in slight annoyance but laughed softly along with them. “Fine, promise I won’t do that anymore.”

The night seemed to be endless in the best way possible and after a while you decided to excuse yourself and go get another drink. You noticed a familiar curly haired brunette— Valentyn who you had been silently crushing on ever since you first saw him. He had this quiet charm to him that made your heart leap any time he was around which made you sound insane, but something about him just made you weak.

He was leaning against the counter of the bar with his brother, waiting for their drinks to be made as they collectively laughed at something you didn’t catch.

“Hey, [Name]! Congratulations on your qualification.” One of their external backing vocalists— Khrystyna had greeted you, hugging you tightly. “Thank you! Congratulations as well, glad we’ll be seeing more of each other.” You smiled, ordering the drink you came there for in the first place. “What about you guys? How are you feeling?” Valya snorted, nudging his brother Danya. “Yeah Daniil how do you feel about tonight?” Danya scoffed, pulling up tik tok with the several memes of his reaction.

“How are people so quick with it?” You ponder, laughing light heartedly at the videos as you handed the phone back. “No idea, but at least we know we don’t have a boring fan base.”

You decided to hang with them for a while, finding a proper place to sit where you all caught up and got to know each other on a more deeper level with no flashing lights of cameras or mics being shoved into your faces.

An hour in, Danya and a few others had decided to rest for the day, saying their goodbyes before they left. It was just you and Valentyn now, but the conversation still flowed easily as you never really ran out of things to talk about— whether it be about your countries, fun experiences or horrible stage fails from previous performances.

Then the topic of your languages rolled around, each of you going back and forth, laughing at how ridiculous some of your phrases sounded when translated literally.

You leaned forward with a small grin, catching Valentyn’s eye. “Okay, I’m going to teach you one of my favorite Portuguese sayings. It’s a bit weird, but it’s fun.” You smile, slowly pronouncing each word for him to better understand. “Quem tem boca vai a Roma.”

Valya blinked, trying to repeat it slowly. “Quem tem boca vai a Roma..?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes! Literally, it means ‘Who has a mouth goes to Rome.’ But what it really means is if you ask enough questions, if you speak up, you can get anywhere.”

He smiles, clearly amused. “That’s so strange! Why Rome though?” You sit up straighter, a hint of excitement in your eyes as you never really taught your language to anyone. “Rome was this huge, important city, right? So the idea is, if you have a voice, you can reach even the biggest places.” You shrug playfully. “I know, very poetic for a phrase that sounds like nonsense at first.”

You folded your arms like a curious child, looking at Valya with a playfully serious face. “Alright, Mr. Ukrainian, what weird sayings do you have for me?” He let out a laugh, pulling up some on his phone. “Oh I’ve got plenty— hear this one out; “‘Не в своїй тарілці’ it literally translates to, ‘not in your own plate’ which means feeling out of place or uncomfortable.” You nod, sipping on the last of your drink. “Yeah we also have an idiom for that. ‘Sentir-se como um peixe fora d’água’ which is literally ‘to feel like a fish out of water.’”

You laughed for a while, giving each other lessons on your culture and more silly sayings before Valya threw his head back in boredom.

“Okay enough with these stupid idioms tell me something real. Something actually meaningful.” Valya says, putting down his cup and looking at you curiously. You try to stutter something out but nothing came to mind once you got put on the spot.

You shrugged your shoulders, looking at him as if he had just yelled at a foreigner for taking pictures in a no-picture zone. “I don’t know. What do you want to know?” You ask, and Valya answered as if he had that phrase prepared all night. “How do you say ‘I love you?’”

Your cheeks burn up a bit, a hint of slight confusion and maybe even jealousy had started to crawl under your skin. Was this for purely educational purposes or a lover you hadn’t caught onto? You sigh, mumbling the phrase out.

“Eu te amo.”

Valya’s eyes lock onto yours, and for a long second, he says nothing. Then, with a small, almost teasing smile, he leans forward and says quietly, “Say it again.” You blink, surprised, but nod, your heart pounding as you repeat it.

“Eu te amo.”

His gaze lingers on your lips, like he’s savoring the sound of the words when they come from you. You can feel the intensity of his stare, and a flutter stirs deep in your chest. He doesn’t let you get comfortable. Instead, he asks, “Again.” You hesitate for just a moment, but the warmth in his eyes gives you courage. “Eu te amo.”

Valya’s smile grows a little wider, though his eyes still hold something deeper — a softness mixed with something like awe. “Я люблю тебе усім серцем.” He breaths out, his eyes slightly hooded from the alcohol in his system. He leaned over the table and cupped your cheek, his lips almost brushing against yours. “You know what that means in ukranian?” You shake your head nervously, his skin hot on your cheek. “I can show you what it means.” He smirks softly, your cheeks already red— not sure if from the alcohol or what was currently happening. You nodded your head slowly, and that was all he needed to close the gap between you.

He pressed his lips to yours—just a quick, feather-light kiss. But then he leaned in again, and again. Each time the kisses grew a little bolder, a little deeper, until you were practically losing your breath.

“We should talk about languages more often if this is what I get to do in return.” He teased, kissing your forehead before you both left the bar together.

“Whatever you say, meu amor.”

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[just1cefor4ll]

hii!! are you still writing for Joost Klein? because I have one idea for fic but idk if youre still writing anything about him<3

yess still write for him just dont have any fanfic ideas so feel free to send in the request<3

[just1cefor4ll]

youre an incredible writer and i LOVE your works!!! thank you for keeping us fed! 💞💞

ahdjjfksjfjd thank you so so much!! compliments like these really make my day and encourage me to keep writing so i truly appreciate it <333

[just1cefor4ll]

Hello!! Hope you are doing well!!, may I request a katarsis (lukas radzevičius) x fem!reader?? In which they just basically cuddle after eurovision?? Thank you soo much!! :)

-✨️

—Late night, early morning affection

Lukas Radzevičius x fem!reader

summary. you cuddle after he arrives home from Eurovision

warning. not proof read

translation. Labai tavęs pasiilgau, mano meile = I missed you so much my love , Mieloji = sweetheart

Your eyes felt heavy as the clock struck 2:00 AM. The soft glow of your phone illuminated your face in the dark room as you FaceTimed your boyfriend, Lukas—who was finally returning home from Basel after being away for several long weeks. You had wanted so badly to go with him—really you did— but your job just couldn’t allow such an extended break.

“You’re so beautiful, mieloji,” Lukas murmured through the screen, his head leaning against the window of the taxi. The streetlights blurred behind him, the buildings suddenly turning familiar. “I missed the sight of you.” You shifted beneath the covers, stifling a yawn. “You’re looking at me right now,” you pointed out which made Lukas let out a faint, breathy chuckle. “I mean the real thing, [Name].”

Your smile softened, a little blush creeping onto your cheeks despite the hour. “How long until you get home?” Lukas glanced toward the front of the taxi, then back at you. “About two minutes.”

Suddenly, you were fully awake. You sat up straight in bed, the covers pooling at your waist, and Lukas smiled gently through the screen at your reaction. He knew you’d be excited—but seeing it in real time, how your tired eyes suddenly lit up, made something warm twist in his chest.

Soon the call ended as you practically ran to the entrance, pacing in small circles and bouncing on your heels like a kid waiting for a surprise. Each passing second felt like an eternity. Then, at last, came the soft knock at the door. You didn’t hesitate the moment you opened it, you threw your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around you, almost desperately, as if anchoring himself back to reality.

“Labai tavęs pasiilgau, mano meile,” he whispered against your ear, his breath warm and slightly shaky. His scent—faint cologne and something uniquely Lukas—flooded your senses as he gently kicked the door shut behind him.

You barely registered it before he was pressing soft kisses all over your face; your cheeks, your nose, the edge of your jaw, your lips—gentle and scattered like stardust. “Come on, you must be exhausted.” He said, voice low and groggy.

He swept you off your feet before you could say another word. Reflexively, your legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried you through the apartment and into your bedroom, where he didn’t even bother to change—he just collapsed onto the bed with you still in his arms, letting out a long, content sigh. You layed together in the quiet dark, your hand brushing through his slightly messy hair while he rested his head on your chest. His fingers traced absentminded circles on your hip— it was the most peaceful either of you had felt in weeks.

“You have no idea how unbearable everything was without you,” he mumbled. You let out a soft laugh, scratching up and down his back. “You had the others with you. I’m sure you had fun.”

“I did..,” he said, lifting his head just enough to look at you, his gaze intense despite the tiredness in his eyes. “But I couldn’t do this with anyone else.”

He leaned in, lips brushing yours in a slow, yearning kiss. It wasn’t rushed—it was deep and steady, like he was pouring weeks of longing into it. Then his mouth moved lower, pressing kisses to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone—soft, unhurried, reverent.

You sighed beneath him, your arms pulling him closer, as if afraid he might disappear again.

“I’m not going anywhere for a long while,” he promised, his tone certain.

You felt his heartbeat against your ribs, steady and warm. His fingers now laced with yours, holding tight like a vow.

Eventually, you both drifted into sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, legs wrapped under the covers, breaths syncing into one rhythm. The world outside continued on, but in that small shared apartment, time slowed just for the two of you.

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[just1cefor4ll]

can you pls write one shot danya from ziferblat and fem reader ! It can be comfort

just released one<33 hope you like it!

[just1cefor4ll]

hi, I am anon from previous message ! sorry for you getting you confused 🫶 I meant the plot can be comfort or fluff for the danya from ziferblat

—reticence

(n.) being quiet and not sharing thoughts easily

Daniil Leshchynskyi x f!reader

summary. you’re parents got divorced a week before you were supposed to fly with Danya to Basel. How do you manage to carry such a heavy burden alone?

warning. family problems, not proof read

translations. Мила = sweetheart, Кохана = beloved, Люба = darling

It was unlike you to be so passive towards people, everyone knew that. They saw it in your eyes, red and tired—burdens blooming like flowers in a botanic garden beneath them— however not as much of a pretty sight as a garden would be— with your shoulders slouched under invisible, yet unbearable weight.

You got the usual ‘Are you okay?’ or a blunt ‘God, you look horrible,’ from people all around, yet no one really cared enough to ask on a deeper level, not even after your jaw tensed, or how you inhaled sharply whenever someone expressed their concern.

The thought of waking up each morning felt like a burden, each task you used to breeze through now felt like pushing a boulder uphill. Everything had dulled and now as life continued to move forward without waiting for you to catch up, you found yourself on a plane to Basel—headed to Eurovision, with Daniil by your side, his brother Valentyn next to him as they chatted with a few close friends or members of the team that were scattered nearby.

You were supposed to feel excited. Proud. Supportive. You were going to watch your boyfriend live out a dream that thousands would kill for—and instead, you were like this. Hollow. Numb.

You sank deeper into the airplane seat, picking at the skin around your nails, trying not to cry for the third time that day. What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just be happy for him?

The truth was that you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything remotely positive.

Your parents were getting divorced, and your mother had accidentally let it slip before giving you the full details. The thought of your parents splitting after years of what looked like a happy marriage hit you like a brick to the face. It made you wonder—were you really that absent from their lives? Have you broken the family because you decided to leave?

You pitied your younger siblings who still lived at home. It was a situation that shook even you—an adult. How would they, as teenagers, handle it?

You let out a deep sigh, texting your sister while people were still boarding. You tried to reassure her that things would be fine, but even she didn’t want to believe you.

“How would you know? You’re never here.” she texted, her words stinging probably more than she intended, but with everything going on, your emotions felt like porcelain—fragile and easily shattered.

“Are you okay, Мила?” you heard Daniil ask from beside you, his sweet eyes looking at you with concern. They always made your heart melt, even now, when it felt broken into pieces. “Yeah, just don’t feel too good—probably plane sickness or something,” you shrugged, managing a soft smile. He didn’t question it, only nodded and pulled you gently into his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Your arrival in Basel was quick. The usual emotions one would feel after arriving in a new country like wonder, excitement, curiosity were nowhere to be found. All you felt was disinterest.

Danya had excitedly listed countless places to explore— a cozy café he spotted near the hotel, a flea market rich with wild clothes and eccentric accessories. But nothing sparked a single flicker of enthusiasm.

“Not today,” you said. “I’m tired. Maybe next time?” Your lukewarm responses dimmed his excitement, his expression switching between a sense of understanding and disappointment.

“Go on without me,” you insisted. “I’ll sleep the sickness off and hopefully we can be more productive tomorrow.” You kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Are you sure? I can stay with you,” he offered, clearly hesitant to leave. You shook your head, trying to smile. “No, no. Go have fun so you can tell me all about it later.” He let out a soft, defeated sigh, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright. But if you need me, just text, okay?”

You watched him walk off with Valentyn and a few of their friends, disappearing into the vibrant city you felt too heavy to enjoy.

Your sister had gone quiet again, leaving your messages on read. So, you did what you told Danya you would; you slept. Or at least, tried to. Anything to escape your thoughts for a few hours and lose yourself in a dream where everything was still okay.

Rehearsals came soon enough as the semi-finals drew closer. The disappearing days making everyone nervous, people rushing around to perfect every last detail of their performance.

You sat off to the side—either texting your siblings or observing. Your eyes often found Danya, admiring how he sang each note so effortlessly, and how Valya played the guitar like it was a talent everyone was born with.

Then, as they finally decided to take a break, you watched the twin brothers interact. The way Daniil and Valentyn shared inside jokes, bickering playfully, laughing like life was as its peak..— it made something twist in your chest. Jealousy started to stretch over your entire being as you saw the bond between them you never really had with your own siblings. You didn’t feel this way out of resentment towards them, but because it reminded you of what felt so out of reach in your own life right now.

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as you stood abruptly. “I’m gonna go get some air,” you mumbled, slipping out of the rehearsal room and into the hallway, walking until you found a stairwell— far enough from everyone.

You sank to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest, arms wrapping around them. Your breathing turned shaky and uneven, tears rolling down your cheeks, one after another, soaking your sleeves as you tried to bury your face in your arms. You didn’t make a sound, but the pressure in your chest felt unbearable.

Suddenly, it was as if an angel had blessed you.

Warm arms wrapped around you from behind, a familiar voice whispering into your ear, his breath brushing your skin. “I’m here, [Name]. Let it out, Люба.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his hands rubbing your arms as if trying to warm you up in a calming manner.

You turned toward him instinctively as he pulled your frame against him without hesitation, wrapping his arms around you tightly with one of his hands finding your back and began to scratch gently, like he always did when you were overwhelmed.

“I just—” your voice cracked, “I’m sorry. I just— I didn’t mean to—” “Shh, don’t apologize, my love,” he murmured, brushing his nose against your cheek. “You’re okay. You don’t have to explain everything right now.”

But that’s what made it harder. You didn’t know how to explain it.

You never had. You’d always been quiet. Not shy — but the words always got stuck in your throat. Sometimes even you weren’t sure what you were feeling until it all came rushing out in one big breakdown. It was a habit you hated; burying things too deep and waiting until it was too late, until your hands shook and your throat locked up and everything spilled out in tears instead of words.

“I.. I don’t know how to say it,” you mumbled, voice muffled against his shoulder. “It’s dumb. I sound dumb.” He pulled you closer. “It’s not dumb.”

You hesitated again, trying to muster up the words that felt so embarrassing to be said out loud. But then, you cracked.

“My parents. They’re getting divorced.”

Danya stayed quiet, but you felt his arms tighten slightly. He didn’t interrupt, letting you take your time since he knew better than anyone that you had trouble speaking your mind.

You kept going, not even sure where all these thoughts suddenly came from but they needed to be let out. “And my sister— she’s mad at me. She says I’m never around. I think she thinks I’m selfish. Maybe she’s right. I mean I visit them every few weeks, sometimes months and never stay long, maybe that’s what broke them— that their oldest has left and I was the one thing keeping them together most of my childhood.”

“What’s worse is.. I feel stupid for crying about it,” you confessed, your voice barely audible. “They’re adults. I am too. They’re allowed to make their own decisions. I should be okay with that. But I’m not. I hate that I’m not. And it just makes me feel weak. Immature.”

Daniil cupped your face in both hands, gently wiping your tears with his thumbs. His expression was so soft it nearly melted you.

“You’re not stupid Кохана,” he said, firmly but gently. “You’re not weak. You’re not too much, and you’re definitely not not enough.” You started to shake your head but he leaned in, touching his forehead to yours. “You’re hurting. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. This is your family, the people you grew up with, the people who were supposed to hold you up. But when your bridge falls apart you can’t be expected to swim in the river under alone. It hurts. That’s normal.”

He brushed your hair from your face behind your ears, tracing small circles on your cheeks with his thumb.

“And you have every right to be upset about it,” he added, softer now. “No matter what age you’d be. Even if it feels like you shouldn’t.” He pulled you back into his chest, wrapping himself around you again like he could shield you from the world. “I’m so proud of you for telling me.” He said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll cancel rehearsals for today, you need some peace and quiet, not bright lights and twenty failed attempts at hitting high notes.” Daniil tried to joke, which made you smile a bit, nodding as he went back into the room.

He spent the rest of the day with you, talking about the first day he promised you about, trying to distract you from your aching heart and even though you didn’t feel even near to perfectly fine, it helped. Just a little. The way he stayed close, the way he listened, the way he made you laugh without trying too hard; it all made the weight a bit easier to carry.

You weren’t okay yet, but you didn’t feel so alone anymore.

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