i NEED another fic with lukas i loved the one you made. 😞
I imagine something fluff like reader is with katarsis for maybe some interviews or just as a friend and she notices lukas going really introverted mode so she just goes to comfort him and they are just all loveydovey in their own world
—Boy in a bubble
Lukas Radzevičius x f!reader
summary. Lukas goes introvert mode during the turquoise carpet— and as his girlfriend you’re the first one at his side
warning. not proof read
translations. saulytė=sunshine, Aš tave myliu=i love you, Mylimoji=beloved
The turquoise carpet was today and you were getting ready inside your small hotel room with Emilija next to you who was humming the song you put on speaker to get the positive atmosphere going.
You had your clothes ready on the beds, the guys already done with getting ready and patiently waiting for the two of you. Lukas was sitting on the floor next to you on his phone, glancing up at you from time to time to show you something or to simply admire the work you put into getting ready.
“Alright, I’ll just get changed and we can head out.” You announced as Emilija also got done getting ready and put her things away. “Alanas get out the bathroom I need to get changed.” You opened the door without warning— the only thing you thankfully saw was him brushing his teeth as he flipped you off.
You nudged him playfully before he closed the door behind him, letting you change and fix some minor details like the wrinkle in your jacket or messy hair.
The chaos of the carpet hit you all unexpectedly, the screaming crowds, the music blaring and changing every few minutes depending on who was on the carpet was easily the most overwhelming thing you’ve experienced in a while, but you all had to pull through and then lay down after all of this just to shit talk the bunch of assholes who interviewed your boyfriends band— and even you. “Kakarsis who will be performing Tavo Arkys in the grand final.” A man said into the mic making you snort and look at the others who also had twitching smiles forming, shaking their head.
“New band name?” You nudged Lukas as you walked further away, making him shake his head. “Yeah and what about us? I’m Luca, that’s Emily, Jacob from twilight and Alan Walker?” You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as both Jokūbas and Alanas looked at Lukas with a ‘really?’ expression, their hands gesturing wildly in disbelief.
“Sounds about right.” You chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you stepped inside a building where an interviewer was already waiting with running cameras.
“Katarsis! It’s so nice to see you all, how’re you feeling so far and what do you have to say about your upcoming semi-final? Do you think you’ll qualify?” The interviewer blurted out all at once, shoving the mic into their faces as if they were some test subjects. They each took a small step back before Jokūbas took the first question for himself. “For us this is like a dream so we’re all pretty excited. We can’t say for certain if we’ll qualify but we definitely hope to.” Emilija nodded along, smiling as they each added their own thought and comment to his statement. The interviewer nodded and said their goodbyes, wishing them good luck as you walked with them to the next person.
By the time they got to probably the sixth interviewer, you noticed how Lukas had slowly stopped answering and was just looking around or simply nodding in agreement—which you found odd, especially since he usually took the lead most of the time in interviews. But today, it was mostly the others speaking, even on questions that were more directed at Lukas than the rest of them.
You stepped aside, gently taking his hand and pulling him a bit farther from the group before looking into his eyes. He looked about done with the whole event, his gaze searching yours like he was trying to find himself in them.
“What?” he mumbled, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets “You alright? Do you want to step out for a bit?” He nodded, walking with you to the sitting area off to the left side of the carpet—one of the few spots only accessible to contestants.
Lukas sat down with you, his hand settled around your shoulders as you pulled out your headphones and gave him one, putting on the shared playlist you made when you got together a few years back. You started scrolling through your camera roll to pass the time, the both of you beginning to quietly laugh at old pictures, reminiscing about concerts, last minute trips, or just lazy days at home that suddenly felt a little too far away.
Lukas leaned into you more with each passing minute, the weight of the day slipping off his shoulders as he relaxed into the music and your presence. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek every now and then, grounding himself with the small motion.
“Remember this?” you asked, turning the phone so he could see a blurry photo of the two of you with windswept hair at the beach, sitting in the sand with the sun radiating off of you. You were grinning into the camera, flashing a peace sign, while Lukas sat beside you, not even looking at the lens—just at you, with this soft, quiet smile like you were the only thing in the frame that mattered.
Lukas leaned in a little, his smile growing just slightly. “Yeah.. that was right after the show in Klaipėda, wasn’t it?” “Mhm. We had the whole afternoon off, and like the best unpaid manager in the world, I found that absolute gem of a beach where we could all recharge our impossibly low social batteries.” He chuckled under his breath. “Didn’t think we’d end up staying till sunset.”
You swiped to the next picture—this one had Emilija, Jokūbas, and Alanas in it too. Emilija had her hair tucked under a hoodie, her hands in her pockets as she leaned towards the camera and had her tongue stuck out, Jokūbas beside her while putting a peace sign behind her head to imitate devil horns as he also smiled. Alanas stood beside them, face neutral but it was evident he was trying not to laugh himself for the sake of the photo.
Lukas laughed, looking at the photo more closely. “God, I forgot about that. Emilija wouldn’t stop chasing the two with seaweed.” He leaned his head against yours. “That whole day felt like a break from everything.” “It was,” you said. “We didn’t talk about work. No interviews, no stress. Just our little group.” “Should do that again sometime,” he murmured. “Just disappear for a day. With you. With them.” You nodded, leaning a little closer into him as the music played faintly through your shared headphones.
Just as you went to scroll to another photo you heard both of your names be called. Jokūbas popped out from behind a corner and gestured for you to come. Lukas didn’t stand up right away, throwing his head back in slight annoyance before standing up, taking out your headphones and instinctively wrapping his arm around your waist.
As you caught up with the others, each of them had a fair share of complaints and wishes to get the night over with.
“I swear we’ve answered the same five questions like ten times,” Alanas sighed dramatically, tossing his head back and imitating one of the interviewers in an exaggerated voice. “‘So, what inspired this song?’ Bro, we told you. Twice.” You all laughed, the tension in your shoulders easing a little. “Yeah, I can’t wait to get back to our rooms so we can just blast classical music on that TV that can’t do anything else,” Lukas added, deadpan, and that somehow made it even funnier. “I think it’s stuck on one channel forever,” Emilija said. “Beethoven until we die.”
“I mean, the whole day wasn’t too bad,” Jokūbas chimed in. “It was actually kind of exciting when we were riding the tram—seeing all the fans smiling and waving like that? Felt unreal.” Everyone nodded in agreement, their expressions softening as the conversation shifted to the good parts. You found yourself smiling too, remembering the energy of the crowd, the cheers echoing down the street, and how they all looked so happy during it all. It all just started to sink in and you felt proud of every single one of them for achieving such a big thing as this— no matter whether they qualify or not.
The group kept talking, voices lighter now, trading favorite moments and inside jokes from earlier in the day. Before you knew it, you were at the end of the carpet—the noise and pressure behind you, the open evening ahead. You were free to do whatever now, no schedule pulling you around, no lights in your face.
Lukas had pulled out his phone, during the time you were on the carpet he made a short vlog and decided it was time to end it with one final clip. He pointed it towards you and him, smiling, before taking 0.5 videos of the others, Emilija smiling awkwardly and doing a little spin with her hands in her pocket as the other two simply smiled or held up a thumbs up.
The hotel room finally came into view, and you all felt yourselves ease up a bit in the quiet space. You took turns changing and getting comfortable, and as you finished putting on some pyjama pants and Lukas’ hoodie, you went out onto the balcony where there was a sitting area you hadn’t really used. You sat down on the small couch, bringing your knees to your chest as the many cars passed by with people walking up and down the streets, each of then having a unique story to them you’ll probably never get to know. “What are you doing out here saulytė?” Lukas appeared in the balcony entrance, leaned against it with his arms folded against his chest, hair damp from the shower he had taken. “Just chilling.” You shrugged, motioning for him to come sit next to you.
The couch dipped a bit under your shared weight, his hands instinctively pulling your closer to him as if he was shielding you from the cold hair at blew through from time to time.
“Thanks for noticing, by the way.” You glanced over at him as he spoke up. “Noticing what?” “That I wasn’t really in it today,” he admitted. “I don’t know how you do it but you always notice so quickly. Probably even before I realise I’ve had enough.” You blinked once, then deadpanned, “We’ve been together long enough for me to know you pretty well, Lukas.” He let out a small, amused breath, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Still. You could’ve just ignored it. Let me pretend I was fine. But you didn’t.”
You shrugged lightly. “Yeah, well.. apparently I like you or something.” He laughed softly, then turned fully toward you, resting his elbow along the back of the couch as he looked at you with that teasing spark in his eyes. “You like me?” You smiled, an eyebrow slightly raised. “I’ve been told, not sure why though..”
But instead of firing back another joke, he shifted forward and pulled you gently into his lap, your legs curling over his with ease like you’ve done it before, and you have. You settled there, hands resting on his shoulders as he looked up at you.
“Well I’ve been told..,” he started, his hooded eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You’re an angel sent from heaven just for me.” You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “That’s dramatic.” “Maybe,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek, “but true.” Then another kiss—this time to your temple. “Seriously.” And another, slower, near your jaw. “You made today so much more bearable just by being there.”
You felt your face grow warm, heart tightening with the quiet sincerity in his voice. Even with the teasing, there was something honest in the way he held you—arms secure around your waist like he didn’t want to risk letting go.
“Aš tave myliu,” he whispered, the words brushing your lips just before he kissed you—soft and full of affection, the kind of kiss that made everything around you blur out. You melted into his touch, your fingers curling into his shirt as you hummed against his mouth.
When you pulled back, your foreheads pressed against each others, his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.
“Of all the places I’ve been, people I’ve met...” he murmured, lips brushing against yours again with each word, “I think you’re still the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You looked at him for a long second, heart full and eyes soft, and whispered back, “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere.” He laughed, throwing his head back a bit. “It’s funny you that you think I’d let you go, Mylimoji.”
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