#eurovision fanfiction

[urfavlarry]

needy joost :3

Stay with me

Joost Klein x reader

summary: you get back home to a drunk, and very needy Joost.

a/n: since i don’t write smut and don’t know if this was meant to be a smut request i wrote it as fluff sorry if you wanted smut but i do not write these types of things and sorry its short :,)

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You kick off your shoes, walking to the bathroom to get changed out of the fancy things you were wearing. You were out with your friends at a restaurant, all of you finally having enough time to go out together. You changed into something more comfortable, slipping on your comfort socks and do your skin care routine before walking to the living room. To say it was a mess was an understatement. There were some soda cand sprawled out in the middle of the floor, blankets thrown here and there when you notice a sleeping Joost on the coach. You smile softly, picking the mess up and folding the blankets. You weren’t mad, it wasn’t like he pulled something like this every single day. He must’ve had his own night..in. You sit down next to him, running a hand through his blonde hair, scratching his scalp, careful not to hurt him.

He moved around slightly, moving his hands to hold onto your waist. “Mm.. how was your day?” He asked groggily, barely even awake. You tell him about your day, talking his ear off before you felt him getting up, tired eyes meeting yours. You smile softly at him, Joost leaning in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet, a bit sloppy since you were a bit tipsy since you had a few drinks with your friends, but not drunk, while Joost was again, half awake. He cupped your cheek, pulling you in so you were on his lap, lazily slipping his tongue into your mouth. He rested his hands on your waist, your hands tangled in his messy blonde hair before pulling away for a breath.

You smiled softly at him, kissing his nose before going to get something but he pulled you back down, wrapping his arms around you and hiding in the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses one your soft skin. “Stay..” He mumbles, clinging to you and kisses up your neck, to your jaw.

You chuckle, kissing the side of his head. “Joost, I forgot to shower let go.” You say, kind of desperate to take a warm bath. He grumbles, mumbling; “You can do that with me.” He practically doesn’t even ask, probably just giving you a heads up which was funny. You slipped into the bath, sighing as the hot water hit your skin. He quickly joined you, sitting so his back wss facing you. You lightly scratched his back, washing his soft blonde hair. You leave small kisses on his back, Joost leaning into your touch. You left the bath, changing back into your pyjamas. You fix yourself up in the mirror before getting picked up by Joost, your legs instictavely wrapping around his waist. He kisses your nose and carries you to bed, sinking into the covers while clinging to you like a leech. He put a hand under your shirt, drawing all kinds of shapes on your stomach as he tangled your legs together. You brushed the hair out of his face, listening to the horror movie playing in the backround you almost forgot about. Soft snores echoed in the room, smiling at him you finally turn off the TV and decide to sleep aswell, comfortable in your partners arms.

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[caribbean1989]

It's Better Together - A Baby Lasagna fanfiction

Who: Baby Lasagna / Marko Purisic Request: maybe the reader is representing another country (doesn't have to be a singer maybe in the team) and after the behaviour of isreali's team (as many people said they treated them bad) she isn't feeling well and marko helps her and supports her. Requested by: anonymous Word count: 916 Warnings: some implied swearing and rudeness.

A/N: Thank you so much for your request. I have changed it a little bit, so it's not specifically about the Israeli team being the rude one, but it can still be read as such.

If you want me to write more Baby Lasagna fics, you can always make a request through my Ask Box. For more information on my Baby Lasagna fanfics, see this masterpost

It had always been your dream to represent your country at the Eurovision Song Contest. This year, your dream came true true when you were selected as the contestant for your country.

After months of preparations, the moment was finally there. As soon as you'd arrived in Malmö it was everything you had hoped for and more. Your fellow contestants were really nice and supportive, the organization was flawless, and so far you were really enjoying yourself. You weren't the favorite with the bookmakers, but they still tipped you for a top 10 candidate.

The schedule was demanding, though. Each day was filled to the brim with rehearsals, interviews and other press-related obligations. Some of the interviews were fun, others were dull, but today you had had an interview with a journalist who was flat-out rude and even somewhat hostile. During the interview you were able to keep your cool, but it took every ounce of your self-control to do so.

Immediately after you were done, you stalked out of the room and made straight for the contestants' lounge. That area was only accessible to the performers, and strictly off-limits to any kind of media-personnel. Since it was late in the evening and most of the other contestants had already finished their duties for the day, you expected it to be empty. And some alone-time to cool off was just what you needed.

Without even checking if someone else was in the lounge when you stepped in, you angrily slammed the door closed behind you, and loudly released an entire string of curses in your native language.

A startled gasp from further down the room made you realize that you weren't alone after all. You let your eyes roam over the dozens of sofa's and armchairs crammed into the lounge, and indeed found one, halfway down the room, occupied. It was Marko who sat there. Your little outburst had clearly startled him, and he had jumped up from his seat. He now stood looking at you a little wide-eyed.

"I'm so sorry about that." You passed a hand over your face and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. "I survived," he chuckled, before a frown crossed over his face. "Are you alright?" "Yeah..." You sighed. It wasn't truthful, but you didn't want to burden him with your troubles.

But Marko wasn't so easily fooled. He cocked his head slightly to the side, and gave you an intense stare for about a second. "No, you're not." He stated quite confidently. You couldn't help but laugh. Of course you had met Marko in the previous days. You liked him, and you had had a few nice chats with him, but you two didn't really know much about each other. So the confidence in his statement surprised you.

"Please, don't take this the wrong way." Marko immediately second-guessed himself. "But I think you still look... upset." He wrung his hands together, clearly uncomfortable by his own words and wondering if you were going to get angry with him now.

"You're right," you finally confessed. You weren't nearly alright yet and still way too upset by how the journalist had treated you. Yet, you were strangely relieved that Marko was here and had seen that you were still distraught.

"Maybe you should sit down." Marko quickly recollected himself. You nodded quietly, before walking over to where Marko had been sitting and throwing yourself down in the armchair opposite him. "Here." Marko handed you a bottle of water and sat down as well. You gratefully accepted the water, taking a few sips of the much needed hydration.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Marko smiled shyly. "It's just... this journalist." You shook your head. "The interview I've just had was awful. So rude and disrespectful." "Ah..." Marko understood immediately. "I know exactly who you mean. If it's any consolation, he's rude to everyone. I had to do an interview with him yesterday, and... let's just say that I was glad when it was over."

Marko's words did make you feel a little better. If someone could be rude to a gentle soul like Marko, they were just mean and heartless.

Suddenly you remembered that tomorrow you had another, even longer interview scheduled with the same journalist. "Oh, no!" You buried your face in your hands. "I totally forgot I've got to do more press with that guy tomorrow." To your surprise, Marko chuckled softly. "You and me both. Quite literally actually." "What do you mean?" You looked up at him. Marko smiled crookedly at you, giving a one-shouldered shrug. "You and I are teamed up for press tomorrow."

You blinked stupidly at him for a few seconds. You needed a moment to remember that Marko was indeed right. In your fury and frustration that fact had completely slipped your mind. "So sorry," you mumbled, "I forgot about that." Marko smiled another shy smile. "It's fine."

For a few moments there was silence between the two of you. "I'm glad we're teamed up for tomorrow." You broke the silence. "You're a good guy, and I feel really at ease with you." Marko blushed slightly red. "Me, too. And if anyone is rude to us tomorrow, I'm sure we'll be able to get each other through." "Absolutely," you nodded happily, all the anger of just now quickly draining from you.

And suddenly, tomorrow's press day didn't seem so bad anymore, because you knew Marko would be there with you.

[calm-smol]

HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT I WROTE?

Summary:

Despite his disqualification Joost couldn't find it in himself to leave just yet. Not before having a proper chat with Baby Lasagna.

Aka

I was watching Joost’s new Luchtballon music video and got the idea that Joost is in his villain era. But don't worry, he would never hurt Marko. All hail Evil Joost

[croduo]

Now I need fanfiction where Finland is a winner.

[sergeylazarev]

i'm writing a kaarija/bojan fic on AO3

and shamelessly plugging it here, hope that's alright!

it's historical fiction, a Titanic AU, and I've been doing a truly unhinged amount of research over the past week despite having been obsessed with the story of the Titanic since I was 8 years old

read it here, if you want!

[crispyliza]

It's always funny when an author on ao3 that I subscribed to for a specific fandom starts posting fics for another fandom that I'm also in. Especially niche ones. Great minds think alike I guess.

[grangvr]

⟶ 𝔾ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕍ℝ 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆 ℙ𝕆𝕊𝕋 ⟵

𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕄𝔼:

⤑ 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙖, 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙫 𝙙𝙯𝙚𝙯, 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙈𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙮𝙖

⤑ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 22 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙙, 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣

⤑ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝-𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 🇪🇸🇦🇲

⤑ 𝙄 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 4 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨: 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣 & 𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣

⤑ 𝙎𝙝𝙚/𝙃𝙚𝙧 - 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘/𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣 - 🇪🇸🇦🇲

⤑ 𝙄 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙞𝙣 2019 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 (𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮)

⤑ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞-𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚

⤑ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝙃𝘿 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨

𝕄𝕐 𝔽𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕆𝕄𝕊:

♛𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖 1 🏎️

♛𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧⚡️

♛𝙋𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙣🏴‍☠️

♛𝙆𝙥𝙤𝙥 (𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 & 𝙉𝙚𝙬𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨)🖤💗🧌🐰

♛𝙀𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣🎶

♛𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣🧙

♛𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨🚲

♛𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣👗

♛𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙨🐭

♛𝙔2𝙆 𝙉𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙜𝙞𝙖⚕️

𝕄𝕐 𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕌𝔼𝕊:

♣ 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 & 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣

♣ 𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝘼𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣.

♣ 𝘿𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨.

♣ 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 1915, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙮, (𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨)

𝕄𝕐 𝕀𝔻𝕆𝕃𝕊:

❦ 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚́ (𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠)🇰🇷

❦ 𝘼𝙝𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙣 (𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧)🇰🇷

❦ 𝙃𝙮𝙚𝙞𝙣 (𝙉𝙚𝙬𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨)🇰🇷

❦ 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝘿𝙚𝙡 𝙍𝙚𝙮🇺🇸

❦ 𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙤🇦🇲

❦ 𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧🇺🇸

❦ 𝙇𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙃𝙤𝙫𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙮𝙖𝙣🇦🇲

❦ 𝘼𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚🇺🇸

❦ 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙤🇺🇸

❦ 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙞́𝙖🇪🇸

❦ 𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙈𝙋3🇦🇲

❦ 𝙀𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙄𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨🇪🇸

❦ 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙉𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙨🇬🇧

❦ 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙯 𝙅𝙧🇪🇸

❦ 𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡🇪🇸

𝕄𝕐 𝕋𝕆ℙ 𝟙𝟝 𝔼𝕌ℝ𝕆𝕍𝕀𝕊𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔾𝕊 (𝕊𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟘):

☁️1. 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 - 𝙀𝙪𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 (𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣 2012)🇸🇪

☁️2. 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙠 - 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙚 (𝙉𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙮 2009)🇳🇴

☁️3. 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖 - 𝙈𝙤𝙟𝙖 𝙨̌𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙡𝙖 (𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙖 2006)🇭🇷

☁️4. 𝙄𝙣𝙜𝙖 & 𝘼𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙝 - 𝙅𝙖𝙣 𝙅𝙖𝙣 (𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 2009)🇦🇲

☁️5. 𝘿𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 (𝙉𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 2019)🇳🇱

☁️6. 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙤 - 𝙇𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 (𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙮 2024)🇮🇹

☁️7. 𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙤 - 𝙌𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙌𝙚𝙡𝙚 (𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 2008)🇦🇲

☁️8. 𝙂𝙟𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 - 𝙍𝙚́𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙯‐𝙢𝙤𝙞 (𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 2020)🇨🇭

☁️9. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙡 - 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙈𝙤 (𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 2022)🇪🇸

☁️10. 𝙃𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 - 𝘿𝙪̈𝙢 𝙏𝙚𝙠 𝙏𝙚𝙠 (𝙏𝙪̈𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙮𝙚 2009)🇹🇷

☁️11. 𝙂𝙤_𝙖 - 𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙢 (𝙐𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 2021)🇺🇦

☁️12. 𝙃𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚 - 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙤 (𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙖 2021)🇷🇸

☁️13. 𝙄𝙫𝙚𝙩𝙖 𝙈𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙮𝙖𝙣 - 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙒𝙖𝙫𝙚 (𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 2016)🇦🇲

☁️14. 𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚 - 𝙈𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧 (𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 2024)🇫🇷

☁️15. 𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖 - 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 (𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 2012) 🇧🇬

𝕄𝕐 𝕋𝕆ℙ 𝟙𝟝 𝕁𝕌ℕ𝕀𝕆ℝ 𝔼𝕌ℝ𝕆𝕍𝕀𝕊𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔾𝕊 (𝕊𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟛)

🌸1. 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚́𝙣𝙖 - 𝙌𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙌𝙖𝙢𝙞 (𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 2021)🇦🇲

🌸2. 𝙑𝙞𝙠𝙞 𝙂𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧 - 𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙚𝙨 (𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 2019)🇵🇱

🌸3. 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙠 - 𝙀𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙦 (𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 2007)🇦🇲

🌸4. 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙠𝙮𝙚 - 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙈𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙 (𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢 2022)🇬🇧

🌸5. 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙯𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙖 - 𝙈𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙢𝙞 (𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖 2021)🇷🇺

🌸6. 𝙍𝙤𝙠𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙒𝙚̨𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙡 - 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 (𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 2018)🇵🇱

🌸7. 𝙑𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙣 - 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 (𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 2010)🇦🇲

🌸8. 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝘽𝙞𝙜𝙫𝙖𝙫𝙖 - 𝙄 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 (𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙖 2022)🇬🇪

🌸9. 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞́𝙖 𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡 - 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖 (𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 2004)🇪🇸

🌸10. 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙤 - 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙪 (𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 2023)🇪🇸

🌸11. 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙠 - 𝙉𝙚𝙗𝙤 (𝙐𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 2012)🇺🇦

🌸12. 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝘽𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙝 - 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 (𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖 2017)🇷🇺

🌸13. 𝙎𝙚𝙥 & 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙟𝙣 - 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙊𝙣 𝙏𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (𝙉𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 2023)🇳🇱

🌸14. 𝙕𝙤𝙚́ 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙯𝙪𝙧𝙚 - 𝘾œ𝙪𝙧 (𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 2023)🇫🇷

🌸15. 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙩 & 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝙏𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙧 (𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖 2016)🇦🇲

𝕄𝕐 𝕊ℍ𝕀ℙ𝕊:

★𝙍𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 (𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚)

★𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙭 𝙂𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮 (𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮)

★𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙨 𝙇𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣 (𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧)

★𝙂𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣 (𝘼𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙣)

★𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙭 𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙝 (𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙝)

★𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧 𝙭 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣 (𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧)

𝕄𝕐 𝔽𝔸𝕍𝕆𝕌ℝ𝕀𝕋𝔼 ℂ𝕆𝕌ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊:

❃ 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣🇪🇸

❃ 𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖🇦🇲

❃ 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢🇬🇧

❃ 𝙐𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚🇺🇦

❃ 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 🇷🇴

❃ 𝙈𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙖 🇲🇩

❃ 𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙡🇵🇹

❃ 𝘾𝙮𝙥𝙧𝙪𝙨🇨🇾

❃ 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙚🇬🇷

𝕄𝕐 𝕊𝕆ℂ𝕀𝔸𝕃𝕊:

✏𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢: @/𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙭𝙝𝙥

✏𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩: @/𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠

✏𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙚: @/𝙈𝙖̊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙀𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜!

[dovesdreaming]

Just watched all my saved edits.. SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE STOPPED ME!! I now have 50 hyperfixations running round my head 🥲😫

[ringthebethal]

EuroLove (Ch 1)

Joost Klein x UK entrant Liz

A/N: this is my first fic in a while so I'm rusty but please enjoy

Amsterdam, Saturday, 13 April 2024

Liz sprinted down the corridor of the bustling venue, her manager Sophie hot on her heels. The sound of their hurried footsteps echoed off the walls.

"We are so late," Liz panted, glancing back at Sophie as they approached a door.

Sophie swung it open, and they slipped inside just as Francis, the tour manager, was addressing the acts. He turned and spotted them. "Just in time, UK," he remarked, his tone a mix of relief and mild reprimand.

Liz offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry, my plane got delayed, so we came straight here.

Scanning the room, she noticed Bambie and Marko had saved her a seat between them. She quickly made her way over, grateful for the familiar faces.

"Got your usual," Bambie whispered, handing her a coffee cup as Francis continued with the briefing.

"Thank you, you're a star," Liz murmured back, taking a quick sip of the much-needed caffeine.

Francis's voice cut through the low murmurs. "Right, next up after Ireland is Miss Late, UK," he said, eliciting a wave of chuckles from the room. "And then last will be Amsterdam himself, Joost."

Everyone's attention shifted to the front where a tall, blonde guy stood. His hair was a mess under a sideways cap, and he wore a white long-sleeve undershirt with a pink top over it. "This is your first show, so make sure to say hello to everyone if you can. Meeting's over, guys. Go chill and get ready; you have three hours until curtain up."

Liz leaned over to Bambie. "He's kind of cute."

Bambie rolled her eyes. "You said that about Marko too."

"They are right," Marko chimed in with a laugh.

"Yeah, but you're like a brother to me now," Liz retorted with a grin. "Elizabeta is like my sister; we even have the same name."

Marko laughed. "You two are like twins. You just like blondes, don't you?"

"She has a type," Bambie added, giggling.

"Shut up, you two," Liz said, playfully hitting Marko's arm. "I'm going to our dressing room, Bambie."

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The backstage area at the Eurovision pre-party show was a whirlwind of activity. Contestants from various countries mingled, producers scurried about, and the buzz of excited conversations filled the area. Liz stood quietly in a corner, trying to stay out of the spotlight. Her heart raced with nerves as she mentally rehearsed her performance, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters.

She tugged at the hem of her dress, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Just then, a lively figure caught her eye. Joost, was moving through the crowd with an infectious energy. His laughter rang out as he greeted fellow contestants, his presence impossible to ignore.

Suddenly, Joost’s gaze locked onto hers from across the room. He paused, his smile broadening. Intrigued by her quiet demeanor amidst the chaos, he decided to make his way over to her. With an easy confidence, he weaved through the crowd, never taking his eyes off her.

“Hey there,” he said, his voice warm and inviting as he finally reached her. “You’re the UK entrant, right?”

She looked up, startled by his direct approach. “Y-yes, that’s me,” she replied, her cheeks flushing. “I’m really looking forward to your performance,” he continued, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. “I’ve heard great things.”

“Thank you,” she managed, feeling a mix of shyness and flattery. Joost’s presence was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. His enthusiasm was contagious, and she found herself relaxing slightly.

“I’m Joost, by the way,” he introduced himself with a charming smile. “Not that you wouldn’t know, but formalities, right?”

She laughed softly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m Liz,” she replied, her voice gaining a bit more confidence.

“So, Liz,” Joost said, leaning in a bit closer, “how are you feeling about tonight? Excited? Nervous?”

“A bit of both,” she admitted, glancing down at her feet. “It’s all so overwhelming.”

Joost nodded, his expression understanding. “I get it. This whole thing is pretty intense. But hey, from what I’ve seen, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Your voice is incredible, and your performance style is so unique.”

She looked up at him, surprised by his genuine compliments. “You’ve seen my rehearsal?”

“Of course,” he said, his grin widening. “I wouldn’t miss it. You’ve got real talent, and I’m not just saying that.

Her cheeks grew warmer at his praise, but she felt a flicker of confidence. “Thank you, Joost. That means a lot coming from you.”

Joost’s interest in her became increasingly apparent. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You know,” he said softly, “I’ve met a lot of people through this contest, but there’s something special about you, Liz.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she looked up at him, her shyness giving way to curiosity. “Special? How so?”

Joost smiled, his expression earnest. “You’re genuine. You’ve got this quiet strength and authenticity that’s really inspiring. It’s not just about your talent; it’s about who you are.”

She felt a warmth spread through her at his words, and for the first time that evening, her nerves seemed to melt away. “Thank you, Joost. That means more than you know.”

Just then, an announcement echoed through the backstage area, calling for the UK entrant to prepare for her performance. Joost gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of encouragement. “You’re going to be amazing out there. I’ll be cheering for you from the sidelines.”

With a final, lingering look, Joost smiled at her, his presence a comforting reassurance. She nodded, feeling a newfound surge of confidence as she turned to head to the stage. As she walked away, her heart was light and full, knowing that someone as wonderful as Joost believed in her.

———————————————————————

"Hey," he said, his Dutch accent adding a delightful lilt to the word. "Great performance out there. You were amazing."

She smiled back, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Thanks, Joost. You were fantastic too."

He took a step closer, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "I was wondering... I mean, if it’s not too forward, could I get your number? I'd love to stay in touch, maybe share some tips on surviving the madness of Eurovision."

The reader felt her cheeks warm, flattered by his attention. "Of course," she said, pulling out her phone. They exchanged numbers, and she felt a thrill as their fingers brushed briefly.

Joost looked at her, his smile turning a bit playful. "You know, there's this great little café not too far from here. If you're not in a rush, maybe we could grab a coffee before your flight home?"

She bit her lip, considering the offer for only a second before nodding. "I'd love that."

"Perfect," Joost said, his grin widening. "I know just the place."

——————————————————————-

"Star sign?" Liz asked with a playful smile, sipping her coffee.

"Scorpio," Joost replied with a laugh. "What about you?"

"Taurus," she said, her eyes twinkling. "My birthday is the 22nd."

"Got any special plans?" Joost inquired, leaning a little closer.

"I'll be starting rehearsals that day," Liz explained, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Flying in late on the 21st and then straight to the stadium. But I think Bambi and Marko might be cooking up a surprise."

"I arrive on the 20th with my crew," Joost said, chuckling. "Wait till you meet them. They're a handful."

"If they're anything like you, I'm sure we'll get along just fine," Liz winked, her smile turning a touch more mischievous.

Joost's eyes sparkled with interest. "Well, maybe we can sneak in some time before the madness begins. I'd love to show you around."

"That sounds like a plan," Liz replied, her tone suggestive. "Just make sure you're ready to keep up with me."

"Oh, I'm always ready for a challenge," Joost teased, his grin widening. "Especially one as intriguing as you."

[nivasichakano]

Help, I can't stop writing Bloodweave AUs. Blame @bloodweaveyaoi for fuelling the obsession. ~ Summary: Gale and Astarion are two wildly different Eurovision hopefuls from the UK. Gale has a pared-back, soaring ballad while Astarion's manic technopop track features a troupe of dancers in bondage-inspired outfits. At the national finals, they split the public vote — so their management teams and the BBC decide that the best solution is for them to team up and represent the country together.

[cut-the-camera]

Requests!

Hi!! I’ve just started getting back into writing again and I would love to take your requests!

The fandoms/ people I write for currently include:

HEARTSTOPPER

CHARLIE SPRING

NICK NELSON

IMOGEN HEANEY

TORI SPRING

DARCY OLSON (PLATONIC)

TARA JONES (PLATONIC)

JOE LOCKE

KIT CONNOR

RHEA NORWOOD

JOKER OUT/EUROVISION (Bit of a random one I know but I'm a huge fan so)

BOJAN CVJETICANIN

KRIS GUSTIN

NACE JORDAN

JURE MACEK

JAN PETEH

KÄÄRIJÄ

JOOST KLEIN

JANN

FORMULA ONE

MAX VERSTAPPEN

CHARLES LECLERC

HARRY POTTER/FANTASTIC BEASTS

HARRY POTTER

HERMIONE GRANGER

OLIVER WOOD

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

LUNA LOVEGOOD

DRACO MALFOY

VIKTOR KRUM

NEWT SCAMANDER

HIS DARK MATERIALS

LEE SCORESBY

LYRA SILVERTONGUE

MARISSA COULTER

LORD ASRIEL

(This list will be added to eventually)

I only write for Male or Gender Neutral readers! (unless I see an idea I really like that fits any other category)

I’m okay with writing angst/trauma or smut (just be warned it might not be very good lol) though I will turn down specific requests if they make me feel uncomfortable to write and I would prefer to only write smut about fictional characters rather than real people.

With all that being said, I’d love to take your requests!! ❤️

[urfavlarry]

hii! i love your writing so much! So can i request Joost x fellow artist!reader with one bed trope? Something like - Joost and reader have tour together, but hotel staff messes up their reservation and instead of two different rooms they get one and maybe reader is all shy with the whole situation bc she has feelings for him idunno 😭🙏

Awkward Situations

Joost Klein x artist!reader

summarry: ..one bed in the hotel room, how does that go when both of you just want to go to sleep after a tiring day from touring

genre: fluff!

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“I’m very sorry, but all rooms are booked for the night so there is nothing I can do for you other then give you the card to the room we booked for you.” The receptionist says to you, looking at you with a sympathetic look. You’ve been trying to bargain with her for the past 15 minutes, telling her you booked a totally different room but the hotel was full since it was summer and most people are on holiday at this time. You sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and take the key card, thanking her quietly before grabbing your suitcase and leaving. Joost trailed quietly behind you, letting you cool down since you were a bit upset from the situation. Anyone would be since you were tired from performing all day and couldn’t wait to have some tine for yourself but the hotel just had to mess something up. You didn’t try and cause a scene, it was mostly just going back and forth trying to find a solution but without success.

You walked down the hall, dragging your luggage with you and open the door, setting your stuff down and grabbing important stuff before running off to the bathroom. Meanwhile Joost looked around the room. It had a lot of space, the balcony giving you a great view of Frankfurt, the place you performed tonight. He lit a cigarette and snapped a quick photo before putting his phone away and admiring the view. He watched the cars pass by, music softly playing somewhere across the street and laughing could be heard just a few streets away. He threw the cigarette away, walking back into the warm atmosphere of the hotel. You were already done with getting yourself ready for the bed, laying down on your stomach and watching something on your laptop. You edited some footage your crew took from the concert and tried to get as much done as possible before deciding to watch a movie. You put on a random shitty comedy movie, getting comfortable under the covers. You were on the side of the bed where the nightstand was, leaving Joost to sleep on the side near the wall. You heard him get out the bathroom and feel the bed sink, a strong smell of some random shampoo hitting you like a truck. You got some butterflies in your stomach, trying to focus on the movie.

You were half asleep at around 2:29 AM, yawning and putting on a different movie. You closed your eyes, Joost already asleep and snoring softly. He was the type to always toss and turn in his sleep, but tonight he was suspiciously still. You were falling in and out of consciousness, seconds feeling like hours when you suddenly feel him moving around. He put a hand on your waist, a quiet yelp escaping your mouth. He pulled you a bit closer, his back only a few inched away from you. Sighing, you accept your fate and try to fall asleep, succeeding just after a few seconds.

In the morning, you felt trapped. You couldn’t move, eyes shooting open. You were faced with someone’s chest.. Joosts chest. Your face felt hot but you chose to ignore it, admiring his morning features. You didn’t dare move, knowing Joost wasn’t really the biggest fan of mornings, practically having to drag him out of bed every time you were on tour. He started shifting, his eyes slowly opening so you quickly close yours, trying to act like you’re asleep. He loosened his grip on you, you could feel his intense gaze on you before feeling lips on your forehead. “Morning..” He says in his groggy, morning voice before getting up, probably to shower or change. After what felt like hours, you open your eyes, grabbing your phone and checking the plans you had for today. The next concert was next week in Switzerland, then two days after that concert you were going to Italy. You were excited, always having the dream to travel the world someday which was finally becoming a reality. You shiver slightly, standing up to grab a hoodie from your suitcase and skin care, sitting down and grab a small mirror you brought so you could get ready. After finishing, you put your hair in a hairstyle you thought would fit your outfit for the day. Standing up you go on the balcony, getting some fresh air. You let your mind wander, thinking about all kinds of things before feeling a pressence beside you. Of course it was Joost, who else would it be? He stood there besidde you quietly, coffee in hand and handing you your usual. You thank him quietly, letting the warm drink heat your hands up.

It was a comfortable silence, something you usually had on mornings like these before Joost spoke up. “Slept well?” You look in his direction and nod, siping on your drink.He also nodded, the soft and comfortable atmosphere turning tense. He cleared his throat, trying his best to come up with a topic which wasn’t usually this hard for him, so why was it now? “Are you.. okay? Were you uncomfortable?” He asks, his tone being more worried then anything.

You shook your head, finally sparing him a glance. “It felt nice.” You say, awkwardly and he just nods, letting the silence engulf you once more. You went inside, mentally slapping yourself for being so awkward around your best friend. You get changed and decide to go look around Frankfurt. You and Joost talked like nothing ever happened, leaving the morning incident behind. You went inside a museum you found interesting, paying for everything and going inside to explore. It was nice, a lot of things took your interest but Joost seemed like he was in his own world, just walking around and looking dazed. Once you decided it was time to head back, you made your way to the hotel once more. You met a few fans, most of them being thirsty for Joost anyway but finally you got to your destination. Joost looked pretty annoyed about something, sparing you a few glances and pouts. You sat down next to him on the bed, deciding to get the information out of him. “What’s wrong?” You ask, making him chuckle. “Being blunt, are we?” You shrug and raise a brow, your leg bouncing impatiently. “Joost, what’s bothering you hm? You haven’t started a random topic for 15 minutes. Which is very unlike you might I add.” He stares at you dumbfounded but shakes his head. He shrugs and looks like he is trying to find the right words to explain his sour mood. “Well, last night..” He starts and you mentally curse. You really were hoping this wasn’t mentioned but it had to be at some point.

“I liked.. what happened and I’m pretty sure you did too because you would’ve spoken up about it, I know you enough to know you speak up about things when you’re uncomfortable with something.” He starts and you try your best to not break eye contact with him, letting him speak his mind. “I didn’t only like that, I like you and have for almost a year and I thought we could.. try?” You smirk, deciding to tease him; “Try..?” You smile and he looks at you with a ‘really?’ face. “You want me to spell it out for you? I want us, to be together, at least try. We can work something out I know we can.” He says and you nod, inching closer to him. “I’d love to Joost.” You say and he stands up spinning you around making you giggle like a child. The rest of the night was just you two making fun of the situation and what convinced Joost to confess. It really was funny that one bed made you get together with the most amazing person on earth.

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[caribbean1989]

Stage Fright - a Baby Lasagna fanfiction

Who: Marko Purisic / Baby Lasagna Request: maybe smt where you work for esc and marko has a panic attack before going on the stage and your there for him calming him down and stuff. just angsty with lots of comfort. Requested by: anonymous. Word count: 2010 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack / anxiety / stage fright. Lots of angst, but also some comfort 😇

A/N: I usually write footballer imagines and fandom whump, so writing something like this is quite new to me. Hope you'll like it, let me know what you think of it 😇 If you want me to write more like this, you can always make a request through my Asks 😉

This story can also be found on my AO3 account, here. For more information on my Baby Lasagna fanfics, see this masterpost.

At your job working backstage at concerts and events, you were one of the people making sure everything went smoothly backstage, and that the performers had all they needed. This month you would be working at the Eurovision Song Contest. 

Today was the biggest day of all: the final.  You felt confident. Everything had been rehearsed endlessly, the semi-finals had already gone well, and you had built up a good relationship with most of the performers and their entourages. 

It was a nice group of artists this year, but one still was your personal favourite: Baby Lasagna. At first you were drawn to the Croatian candidate because of the rather unusual name, but you quickly learned he went by Marko off-stage, and was somewhat different from the other participants. He was a flamboyant personality on-stage, which proved to be the complete opposite of how his personality was off-stage. 

You didn’t need long to see Marko was actually rather shy, could be very insecure, and was humble and polite. There was a cheeky side to him as well once you got to know him better. You liked that about him, and, without actively trying to, you already formed a rather close friendship with him in only this short time of working together. 

That was why you immediately knew something was wrong when you found Marko sitting alone on the day of the final, huddled away from everything and everyone.  He sat amongst crates of sound equipment, on the floor, in a dark corner of the backstage maze, hugging his knees. His hands were clamped so tightly around his legs that his fingers had turned white, and he trembled like a leaf in the wind.  Marko had chosen a spot far from the foot traffic from and to the stage, hidden even from his own entourage, and it was a small miracle that you stumbled upon him like you had. 

"Marko?" You lowered yourself onto your haunches in front of him, but mindful to keep enough distance between yourselves so not to frighten him or make him feel more uncomfortable.

He looked disheveled, only vaguely aware of his surroundings, and surely not in control of his emotions.  In this moment he was not the extroverted Baby Lasagna, he was introverted Marko. The eccentric costume he wore on stage was replaced by regular jeans and a black hoodie. The make-up wasn’t applied yet, which might be a good thing, because you saw the tears on his face. The haunted look in his eyes scared you, worrying you even more about his well-being. 

Suddenly your mind went to a line from the song he was performing with here this week. 

My anxiety attacks.

Whilst Rim Tim Tagi Dim had people dancing all over the world, you couldn’t help but notice its darker meaning, too. And it clicked into place for you now. That line about anxiety wasn’t just a line. It actually held truth for Marko, and the proof of that was right in front of your eyes with him having a serious panic attack. 

"Marko?" You repeated softly.  His gaze flickered to you, but he didn’t acknowledge your presence in any other way.  "I need you to talk to me," you nudged carefully.  Marko swallowed hard. He made every effort to get himself to speak, but couldn’t. The words he meant to say got involuntarily silenced on their way to his mouth, and, finally, he just sadly shook his head. Fresh tears fell as he rested his forehead on his knees, shrinking even more into himself. 

Your heart broke for him. It was hard to believe you only met him a week and a half ago, with how much you already cared for him. 

Marko shivered in his hoodie. His breaths became even more rapid and shallow, accompanied by the occasional wheeze or whimper. He was losing more and more control over himself with every heartbeat of his racing pulse. Where first maybe only his hands had shook, there now wasn’t a muscle in his body that wasn’t shaking. He raised his head and looked up at you again, this time really seeing you. 

Marko’s lower lip trembled, and it took effort, but finally he got some words out. "Help me…" "I’m trying," you answered helplessly. You wanted nothing more than to help him, take him out of this panic attack, but you really had no idea where to begin. "Do you need me to bring someone from your team over?" "No!" Marko nearly jumped a foot into the air at the mere idea of that. "They don’t need to see me like this. I’m a mess, I…" "Calm down, calm down," you tried to ease. "We can do this. You and I, we can get you through this."

Having suffered from panic attacks yourself, you suddenly remembered what your sister used to do for you to get you to calm down. "Marko." You got his attention. "I want to try something to help you calm down. Are you okay with me touching you?" He still was in the height of his panic attack, with fear wild in his eyes, but he still nodded his head. He wasn’t sure what you had in mind, but he trusted you.

You scooted closer to him, fully sitting down on the floor by his side. Marko trembled heavier than ever and he was truly hyperventilating now. Tears sparkled in his eyes, but he gave in to you. He wanted for you to offer comfort and take him out of this anxiety. 

"Close your eyes," you said softly.  Marko hesitated for just a second, but slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t know you for that long, yet you felt secure and safe to him. "Whenever you’re no longer comfortable with anything I’m doing, you need to tell me," you insisted, "and I’ll stop immediately." Marko gave you a strained nod, but he surrendered to you. 

You moved slowly, making sure not to make any unexpected movements which would cause Marko any more fright.  You placed one of your hands flat on his chest. Only now you realised how heavy this panic attack actually was for him. His chest heaved and trembled under your hand, and now that you were closer to him, you heard the whimpers that were hidden in the wheezes of his breathing.  With your other hand you picked up his wrist, gently pressing two fingers against the pulse point. As you had expected, his heart was racing. 

"I need you to focus on my hand on your chest." You kept your voice as calm and serene as possible. Marko dipped his head once, eyes still firmly pressed shut.  "Whenever I press into your chest, I need you to breathe in through your nose, and try and press my hand away with your chest," you instructed, "when I release the pressure, you exhale slowly through your mouth." Marko wanted to speak, show you he had understood, but he found his words once again stolen from him by the panic attack. Instead, he dipped his head once again, but it was all the confirmation you needed. 

You slowly and gently pressed the palm of your hand a little firmer into his chest.  Marko took a shaky breath. He did his best to get his lungs to fill properly and get his chest to give counter-pressure against your hand, but couldn’t quite manage.  "It’s alright," you eased him, "take your time. Just focus on the rhythm of the pressure of my hand and try to breathe with that." You felt how Marko was really trying to, but also how he wasn’t succeeding yet. His inhales were broken by shudders, and his exhales disrupted by sudden and involuntary gulps.  "That’s it," you encouraged anyway, "easy does it."

Your hand never left his chest as you gently applied pressure and released it, with Marko doing his utmost best to get his breathing to fall in sync with it. You spoke soft encouragements, yet the silent moments in between were filled with Marko’s quiet whimpers.  It didn’t matter to you how long it would take, you would help Marko through this. 

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Eventually, you sat with Marko like that for well over 30 minutes. There was no reason to rush anything. Soundchecks for the grand finale of tonight wouldn’t be starting for another few hours, so you gave him all the time he needed to pull himself out of this panic attack.

Marko’s pulse had returned to a regular, calm rhythm, as had his breathing. His trembling had subsided, but he sat beside you looking worn out from everything he had just gone through. 

You gently let your hand fall away from Marko’s chest for the first time again. You kept a close eye on him, but he was able to keep his breaths calm by himself now. "Open your eyes," you said softly. Marko slowly did so. Even though the area where you sat was dimly lit, he still squinted at the light. He ran slightly trembling fingers through his silvery hair, before he finally looked up at you sitting next to him. 

"I’m sorry about that." Marko sounded tired. "No need to apologise." You shook your head. "May I ask what happened?" "This happened." Marko chuckled wryly, motioning his hands to the area around you. "I’ve never performed at an event of this magnitude before. And… well, my stage fright took the better of me, I guess. It does that sometimes."

The airiness with which he spoke of his stage fright was pitiful, almost like it was the most common thing in the world for him. "But it doesn’t often get this bad, I reckon," you said sympathetically.  "No." Marko sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair once more. "It doesn’t usually lead to a full-blown panic attack, and certainly not like this one, but, apparently, big stages lead to big anxiety." A dark chuckle followed. "That’s not even remotely funny," you scoffed. Marko gave a one-shouldered shrug. "I’m used to it by now."

He shifted his body, grunting softly as he stretched his cramped legs out in front of him. He leaned his head back against one of the crates behind him and glanced up at the ceiling for a moment. 

"But what you did really helped me." He spoke after a few seconds of silence. "I’m not quite sure I would have gotten through this one on my own, so I’m really grateful." You shrugged. "I’ve got a bit of experience with panic attacks as well, I’m afraid. So I know how bad they can get."

Marko’s gaze slowly shifted back to you. "Yourself or helping someone deal with it?" "Myself, unfortunately." You sat back into a more comfortable position, too. "Some events in life leave more scars than you can imagine," you added darkly.  "I’m sorry." Marko shortly rested a hand on your arm in support.  "What I just did with you, my sister used to do that for me whenever my anxiety flared up," you explained, "it always helped me through it, so…" You let your voice trail off.  "Well, tell her it’s a good technique." Marko winked lazily. "And I’m glad you’re the one who found me just now. Thank you." The sincere thankfulness was in his voice and in every fibre of his being. 

The two of you talked for a while longer, before Marko slowly hoisted himself back onto his feet. He looked steady again, ready to go, and a glimpse of the extroverted Baby Lasagna shone through the cracks again. 

"Will you be alright?" You stood back up, too.  "Yes." Marko nodded confidently. "I know it sounds strange, especially after what you’ve seen just now, but it feels like I needed to get this out of my system in order to be ready for tonight." You chuckled, glad to see the sparkle of joy back in his eyes, instead of the sparkle of tears and panic. "Come see me if anything threatens to overwhelm you again." Marko nodded gratefully. "I sure will."

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[gioliana]

Eurovision Wilmon Au

I NEED someone to write a Wilmon Eurovision Au

Wille gives the welcoming speech (maybe as his last appearance as crown prince before renouncing the throne?)

Simon is the Swedish contestant

Wille (obviously) falls in love with Simon's singing .

I would write this myself, but I watched Eurovision for the first time tonight, so I feel like I don't know enough about the show.