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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;
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
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.
Welcome in EUROPE Jongen!
This man! This man is way 2 hot for his own good (σ≧▽≦)σ
Aaaaa!!!! HE IS SO GOD FUCKING DAMN HOT!!!!
Aaahahahahahahsgwjuw71hqk HES SO FUCKING HOT!!
I AM IN LOVE WITH JOOST KLEIN
Y’all Joost went live for two min and didn’t talk at all😭🙏