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Y’all should I write Joost fanfics??? I can write but I’m a tad bit rusty 😓😓😓
Song of the day;
I wanna piggyback off of that - soooo do y’all have any ideas??? Cause I have none 😓 if you do just drop them in the comments or message me privately 🫶
Anyways sorry if these one shots will be inaccurate cause I’m just a girl that happens to be lesbian 🥳🥳🥳 so I write fanfics just for the fun of it. I’m comfortable about writing about men but DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT request smut 🫶🫶 I am a minor and so, uncomfortable with shit like that. Tyyy
💐🌿Chroma.
Y’all should I write Joost fanfics??? I can write but I’m a tad bit rusty 😓😓😓
Song of the day;
Joost Klein HC’s
>Joost x Autistic!Gn!Reader
>genre- fluff / Headcanons / idk?
>warnings- ableism for one of the hc’s; idk man 😕
A/N uhmmm I haven’t wrote in ages, so this could possibly be a bit bad but after a while trust me- I’ll be better. The autism hc’s and hate are based off of my own experiences, so they might not be accurate for everyone!! And if you have requests just message me- they’re open for now <3 Hope you enjoy!
2nd A/N this is right before posting- but Joost is autistic??? What a coincidence 😭
He’d be really patient with you if you needed it- specially sensory issues! Like if anything got too much for you he’d probably have your noise cancelling headphones or something similar.
He’d gladly listen to you rant about your hyper fixations! Like he’d sit and indulge in the conversation with you and try learn about it so that he could talk to you about it ^_^
If someone was really rude about any special needs you had, he’d instantly defend you and scold (or educate) the person that was being rude.
He wouldn’t really be surprised when you revealed that you were autistic; though a lot of things would make more sense to him.
He’d definitely help you make your guys’ house a safe space (if you moved in together) and make sure that the whole process isn’t very overwhelming.
Whenever he has tours / concerts he tries to make the whole process really comfortable for you - like giving you a space in the vip area; noise cancelling headphones; etc, etc.
HAIII!!1!1!1!!! I hoped y’all liked this <33 this is my first official proper post so yippee!!1! Sorry that it’s a bit short though, I’m just getting used how to write on here :,( Any feedback will be appreciated as English isn’t my first language, anyways, have a good day/night.
🌿💐 Chroma.
Graag, Graag, Graag!
(part I)
>Joost x suicidal!reader
>genre- angst / fluff (ending)
>warnings- mentions of SH and suicide, attempted suicide.
A/N This is written from the 2nd point of view, it’ll be specified otherwise. :P Please let me know if I missed anything, uhm, this is based off of my failed attempt :,( (I’m better now tho- ish) Just enjoy!
Suicide hotline (116 123)
It had been an averagely difficult day in the Netherlands, first it was the weather, then the colleagues, then timings. Overall, it was just a plain day that tipped yourself over the edge just a tad bit more, just how it had been doing for the past couple of months: years even. At this point you couldn’t really remember when you felt normal when not in your loving boyfriend’s; Joost, Joost Klein’s embrace.
He had known you longer than you could even remember, you were childhood friends, best friends even; that blossomed into the most picturesque couple people thought of. In social media, in real life and behind closed doors, Joost was perfect; supposedly you were too, but you most definitely didn’t feel like it. You felt more… disappointed in yourself, it felt like you didn’t put any effort into your relationship with Joost. Well, Joost felt the opposite way, and he always reassured you of it, yet the feeling was still there.
What could it be? The fact that he was practically an a-list celebrity now that he got unfairly disqualified from Eurovision and having ‘the best’, song in Eurovision, though it was probably just a fan-favourite instead. Nevertheless, you always felt weird next to him, like you didn’t belong with him any longer.
Overtaken your consciousness was what your thoughts were doing to you, it had gotten to the point where your half an hour journey from your job to the little apartment (that you shared with Joost) had gone by in the brink of an eye. You waltzed into the apartment, the soft, soothing, sensational scent of the candle you had bought Joost engulfed your senses, making you realise that you were home.
Without any noise, you made your way into the kitchen to heat up some leftovers from the day before. And, before you knew it; there he was, muttering a soft string of praises into your ear, constantly switching between Dutch and English. It took you a good minute to turn around and thank him due to the strong hold he had on you, not letting you do much. Though, once you had gently pried his hands off of you, you lazily ran your hands through his long, healthy hair; pulling him in so that you could murmur and he could clearly hear you. And so, you did just that; in a weak, sickly voice, you murmured into his ear.
“I don’t know how much longer I can take this, Joost. I want this to end, now.”
You two drowned into a sickly disease; silence, it could mean nothing and everything. It left you thinking, overthinking yet all of these thoughts that consumed your mind, you knew they weren’t true. He would never do anything like that, he hadn’t done anything of that, bad, nature for the whole time you had been together. Instead of judging your bad habits, he tried helping you prevent them, from the moment he figured out, he sat next to you. In that dingy bathroom, cleaning them up, wrapping them tightly in paper towels before grabbing actual bandages.
“Lieverd, alsjeblieft.” (Darling, please.)
A excruciatingly large sigh left your lips as you slowly rested your head onto Joost’s shoulder, using him as a pillar to remain up on your own two feet. You felt a salty liquid drip from your eyes, travelling from your waterline, to your pink; swollen cheeks to your neck then onto your clothes.
“I love you Joost, I really do, you know?”
Idk what I think about this 😓😓😓
Suicide hotline (116 123)
Part II
Uhm… so I’m not continuing Graag. 😓 Sorry bout that but I’m not continuing it for now. My requests are open though! So please gimme ideas- I’ll try make my work longer trust >:3
Graag, Graag, Graag!
(Part II)
> Pairing- Joost x suicidal!reader
> Genre- fanfic, angst, fluff
> Warnings- cussing, trauma, troubled relationships (past),
Summary! Reader is caught cutting in a bathroom and Joost silently comforts them! :3
Notes! Written in second person, this is mainly angst and talking about a shit past and Joost kinda tells them to think about the future??? Ngl I don’t think that Joost would be very good at comforting people verbally- of course!
This is in no way glamorising self harm!!!
A/N! IM BACK BABY ‼️‼️‼️ Anywayssss, enjoy this but it is rushed and not proofread so don’t be afraid to point out any mistakes <3 I love y’all!
Part I
He had returned from the studio to find you in despair, sobbing on your bathroom floor, a small bloody disassembled razor in the sink. Obviously he couldn’t see that, but he definitely knew that it was something to do with self-harm. He knew what had just occurred the second he heard the faint sobs coming from the bathroom; he wasn’t dumb, you’d done this before. The only difference was that you felt even more guilt as you had been caught in the act, not the aftermath.
Slow, careful steps eventually came to the bathroom door, the door was locked, though the key sat next to you. It stung, it dragged on, metaphorically and literally, once again; you let out heavy sobs. Hurt, that’s what it was; finally, you came to your senses- he was talking to you.
“Reader, reader? Open the door. … please?”
You felt numb, your lover was going to see you in such a fragile state, a broken doll. Soul, even you definitely didn’t feel pretty enough to call yourself that. His voice… it was so frail and weak, he seemed scared from what he was about to see, he leant against the door; ear pressed against the thin wood trying to hear anything. Anything that you said, did, just so that he knew you were alive, breathing even.
Your own thoughts shrouded yourself, almost forgetting that he was there, patiently awaiting you, unlike anyone else in your life. And so, you shakily scraped up the blood-splattered key and unlocked the door with you crimson red wrists, arms and shoulders. It was embarrassing, your recent cuts reopened and fresh ones took place on your beautiful and yet frail, cut-infested skin.
“Thank goodness, you’re alive, that’s all that matters liefje, you’re all that matters right now.” (Liefje=love)
“So. Graag tell me next time- I’m here, that’s what I’m for.” (Graag=please)
He quietly took hold of both of your hands, looking at all of the cuts; eyes brimming with tears as he let go. Leaning down, he opened up the cupboard, sat you down on the toilet and poured disinfectant on them before properly taking care of the cuts. You both sat there in silence, it took over like an infectious disease; you had tried to say something but now words were coming out. It was as if your body was banning you from speaking, thought it was probably from the huge pile of guilt that you currently felt as you looking into his tear-filled eyes.
He didn’t deserve that, at least that’s what you thought, though he definitely felt the other way as he cautiously wrapped his thick, toned arms around you in a comforting manner, calming you down ever so slightly with every second that passed.
Shakily, he took a painfully deep breath before gently phrasing his words, tiptoeing over the matter to not make you feel even more guilt.
“You know I’m here, right?”
His face became glossy due to the amount of guilt he felt, it felt like he wasn’t doing enough, like he wasn’t enough. Personally Joost wasn’t very good at comforting people, in Dutch or English, he was much better with gifts, acts of service and many more. Especially as a rapper, he always included you in his songs, from verses with hidden meanings to outwardly thanking you for your support in songs. So it really was a juxtaposition though, nevertheless you loved the way he supported you- through thick and thin.
You felt your eyes closing as you lay in his embrace, falling in and out of consciousness (I mean as in asleep in this context btw) he could tell that you were tired. So, he gently awoke you before carrying you to bed and laying you down, he helped you change into your pj’s so that your cuts aren’t pressed upon.
⛰️🫧The Pond;
(A masterlist)
🌿= fluff
💐=angst
🍓=wlw
🎐=a request
This will be updated as I go btw!
Series;
Joost Klein!
🌿💐 Graag, Graag, Graag!
🌿💐 Graag, Graag, Graag! (Part II)
Chappell Roan!
🍓🌿Where were you???
One shots;
Joost Klein!
🌿Lillies and Tulips!
🌿🎐no.1 baker (in the works)
Ellie Williams!
🍓🎐💐 Casual (in the works)
Headcanons;
Joost Klein!
🌿💐autistic reader x domestic Joost
🌿scene reader x Joost
Quick spoiler to show y’all that I do have something in the works so gimme some time! 😋😋😋
Lilies and Tulips!
>Pairing- Joost x Reader
>Genre- tooth-rotting fluff
>warnings- none?
Summary! Joost and reader go for a picnic but end up going flower picking and reader explains the hidden meanings behind certain flowers 🌷 :3
Notes! Nothing much but tooth rotting fluff, reader and Joost are in an established relationship, long term. Reader is bi and a past gf is mentioned- like once.
A/N! Oh em gee!!1!1!!!! I am literally on a writing spree so that means I’m gonna get writers block soon 😒 anyways enjoy per usual!
Blue = Joost
Pink = reader
It was a beautiful, sunny day when the two of you decided to go flower picking in the nearby park for a little date. The date was an out of the blue thing as the Dutch weather was and still is known locally for being unpredictable so the two of you were going to make the most of it. And so, the two of you picked your favourite park in the area, quickly packed a picnic basked and went out.
Luckily, the weather held up letting the two of you enjoy a nice evening outside, having a little date.
“Mmh, thank god the weather’s holding up, it’s like a once in a lifetime opportunity!”
A small giggle left the both of your lips as Joost passed you the sandwich the two had a fuss whilst making all over the toppings, typical Joost.
“Oh, I know right! I feel zalig, holy even.” (zalig=blessed)
A light chuckle escaped from the both of your lips, you knew you wanted to savour this moment, the both of you were extremely lucky in your life. Both in your love life and your career, you led a successful career in the department you were in; letting you do things like this almost daily. While Joost, you already knew- everyone did: he was a celebrity, from being unfairly disqualified landing him in the spotlight, good and bad. Though, the two of you were heavily great full for his extremely supporting fan base, letting the two of you live in peace without the fear of being ostracised.
The two of you noticed that the park was fairly empty, so it meant that you could enjoy it a bit more: a few kisses here and there wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it? And so, you looked at Joost to check whether he was comfortable enough knowing that the paparazzi could and probably would snap a few photos. Luckily so, he was completely fine with it.
You took your cue and placed a few pecks on his face, a small smile on your face as you did so. Once you started pulling away, Joost lunged forward and pulled you into a long, fulfilling kiss; your lips interlocked, your hands got hold of his long luscious hair whilst his hands snaked around your hips, pulling you closer. You two felt interlinked, interlinked didn’t even feel like a strong enough descriptor for how the two of you felt!
By the time the two had started packing away, Joost’s phone started blowing up with notifications, which was really aggravating to the both of you. So, you suggested to go flower shopping at the local florist’s as you needed some new flowers as the ones in your vase had to been thrown away the other day as they had died.
Once the two of you arrived at the florist’s you were greeted by a great smile and lots of positivity from the cashier, one who you had grown close to across the years. You had started to come to this particular florist when you were with your lying, cheating ex! Thankfully you caught onto her actions but you knew that Joost wouldn’t ever do something as diabolical as her.
The two of you wandered around the packed shelves, Joost teasing you by pressing gentle kisses on your neck here and there when you weren’t paying attention. You and Joost were often viewed as a picture-perfect couple, and they couldn’t be more right! It was clear that the bond between you two was quite literally unbreakable which was the reason that the media tried stirring lots of rumours up, just because they were jealous.
Once you picked up a bouquet of Lilies and Tulips up, you handed them to Joost, unsure if he knew the symbolism behind them.
“Do you know what it means? You know… the flowers?”
You looked at him, a giddy smile as blush crept onto your cheeks; it felt like you were a teenager once again, hiding under the bleachers trying not to get caught by any teachers. A response you were anticipating from him, more preferably verbal but instead he lightly shook his hand before pressing his lips onto yours. Until he pulled away, properly responding, and so, wish a hushed voice he spoke.
No, schat, what does it mean?
A long deep breath escaped your lips, you didn’t even feel it and yet you were so stressed about telling him this even though you two had been together for the longest time, at least that’s what it felt like. It’s not that you were complaining though. You had gulped before speaking, practically ranting, explaining that the flowers represented deep requited love; exactly what the two of you had felt over the time that you were together.
“So, uhm, that’s what they mean. What a cringe-fest, hm?”
I let out a small laugh at my self deprecating joke to see him looking at me, tilting his head in confusion before speaking.
“Cringe? You’re just expressing your love, lieverd.”
You looked at him with starry eyes before pressing your lips onto his as a little thank you for his positive affirmations; his own lips locking onto yours, pulling himself even closer to yourself. You were going to continue the kiss, but you realised that the cashier was probably uncomfortable with the amount of pda you two were doing. And so, you gently picked up the bouquet and enveloping his hand, taking him to the counter.
“Just these please.”
Your voice sounded heavenly to Joost, he was definitely going to ask you to do some adlibs in his song some time soon. He watched with content as you conversed with the cashier; leaning onto you, his head now on your shoulder. After a few minutes you placed a small kiss onto Joost’s face before saying your goodbyes to the cashier. You gently tugged at his hand, making sure that he knew you were going.
Once the two of you had the florist’s, you placed another kiss on his face, now on his nose, your favourite place to kiss him.
“I thought that you were going to fall asleep there baby, how about we get home and have a nice night in before it starts chucking it down.”
A small giggle left his lips as he carried the bouquet of flowers in his hand, the other now wrapped around your waist.
I <3 leafeon y’all 😔
Hello, How about writing about a reader with Tourette's syndrome x joost
Hiii! I’m so sorry, but I don’t really want to write this, as I don’t want to wrongly portray Tourette’s Syndrome as I don’t have it or know anyone with it, though I’d be happy to try and write some short headcannons though they might be inaccurate! If you do want that, send another request and I’ll get it done by Tuesday (or later depending on how busy I am :/ )
RAWR!11!!1!
>pairing- Joost x scene!reader
>genre- fluff, Headcanons!
>warnings- none???
Notes! Pure fluff, I dunno much about scene so correct me if I’m wrong! Fem reader is kinda suggested cause I’ve only scene (haha pun!) scene females :(
A/N! Scene is so cool whaaaat anyways enjoy this I don’t got much to say about myself today :P
> He’d love trailing behind you when shopping, his arms full with your shopping bags, like he’s hunched when trying to carry everything but he won’t let you do it. Obviously….
> When you two finish shopping, he makes you do like a little runway for him, like he’ll sit there reviewing every outfit and giving his notes on them (he just gives kisses instead) but it’s always appreciated anyways.
> he loves trying to match with you whenever he can, but most of the time you end up having to give him most of your accessories so he looks even a bit similar >_<
> sometimes you find him searching up scene places to go for the two of you and he ends up booking a reservation as a surprise! (He blurts it out the second he buys the reservation)
>he absolutely loves watching you get ready- like he just sits there and admires you to get ready. He’ll sometimes get ready then tell you to get ready; just to watch you.
Omg this is probably the shortest thing I’ve written yet :/ sorry bout that, enjoy it as I’m currently working on some other things currently though!
The series for reference ❤️❤️❤️
I’ve been writing a lot and kinda was wondering should I be a fanfic writer change my acc up from K-pop to f1 and joost?
Please pick I can’t make my mind up