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[ >1000 olivers ]

can you believe i drew this guy over 1000 times?? 1003 as of now. I think that's a lot ..

he's calling me a freak.......smh

reblogs are appreciated, thanks :))

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hello hello! so can I request? yan! neito monoma, yosetsu awase, and sen kaibara (separate) with a gn or fem!reader (you decide!) (from class 1b also) who didn't even come out of their dorm room because they're very busy farming in their fav game. Feel free to delete this <3 also have a good day!

Come out

contents: Yan!Monoma x gn!reader scenario in which he's worried that reader hasn't come out of their room since they're too busy farming in their favorite game.

A/N: I don't know much about class B so I decided to only write for Monoma. But my friend @chwanee does write for a lot of class B :D

more Monoma content here!!

WARNINGS: NONE!

Monoma knocks at the door on your dorm. He frowns when he doesn't hear you so he just invites himself in. He finds you in front of your computer, your eyes red and your posture crouched. You don't even notice him come inside. He sighs and makes his way closer to you. Doesn't say anything, just sits quiet staring at you until you notice him.

You do look cute while focused, he'll at least give you that.

You look to where he's at and almost jump out of your seat, frightened by the sudden presence. Once you realize it's him you manage to calm down.

 — What are you doing?  — he asks with a raised brow. He looks over at your screen and finds that stupid game open, he has to resist the urge to give you a smack in the head.  — You have been playing this for the last... 10 hours!? Have you done anything other than farm on your stupid game?

 — 10 hours? Time sure goes fast-

 — Don't play with me, ___! You didn't even eat anything today, did you?  — you look down and your stomach growls. He presses the bridge of his nose with annoyance.  — Luckily for you, I always think about you more than anything. I saved you some food. So come out of your room now, turn of that screen and come get some sunlight while you eat.

 — It's almost 11 p.m...

 — I don't care! Pretend the sun is still out. Now get up.  — He carries you like a cat at first, then holds you princess-style and smiles.  — Do you want me to turn it off now or do you have to save or something?

 — Let me save real quick! And... I was also finishing this task, oh- if I hurry I can also do this one too...

 — ___! Save and turn your computer off or I'll give your food to a stray cat and smash that computer!

You whine and turn off the computer after saving him. He gives you his hand and you take it as he drags you to the kitchen. It's all so quiet at night, the usual noise of your friends isn't there. It's only you and him in the lonely kitchen. He caresses your cheek, giving you a peck on the forehead. You smile, maybe it wasn't that bad to come out of your room after all.

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dating neito monoma

pairing: neito monoma x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, cute petnames, some jealousy

you know that you're not monoma's first partner, but at times you do ask yourself if he isn't exaggerating about his past relationship, to make himself seem more experienced and mature…

monoma loves to give you pet names! the most common ones he uses are “baby”, “sweetheart” or “prince/ss”. and somehow, he manages to make all his pet names for you sound derogatory, even if he tries to be sweet!

perhaps it's because monoma is such a tease and loves to annoy you, even once the two of you are dating! he's not mean to you, but teasing is simply his love language!

monoma is the most direct when it comes to flirting with you! he has no shame and can flirt with you day and night, no matter who you are in the company of!

he's also really jealous! after all, the teasing and flirting between the two of you means a lot to him, so he despises it when another guy tries to take that from him! he's the only one who's allowed to annoy you and make you grin and roll your eyes at his flirting!

if he could, monoma wouldn't share you with anyone! he likes to cling to you whenever he can – quite literally too! he always has at least one hand on you at all times! whether it's in your own hand, your waist or your shoulders!

monoma simply loves to shower you in affection! or rather, drown you in affection! you'll never be short of kisses and hugs when you're dating monoma!

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part-time

N.M || 0.8k || some romcom for a man I don't even have any solid thoughts/feelings on but the inspo slapped me in the face. violently.

You would think that after attending Yuuei for three years now and being classmates for said three years with dumbasses like Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijiro, and Izuku Midoriya (yes, class 3-A’s golden boy. You just have to catch his dumbassery at the perfect time) that you would learn to…not engage in their ideas that lack common sense. 

But either you haven’t learned or you just don’t have any self preservation, because that’s exactly how you got here:

Pulling open the door to the infirmary, mumbling curses under your breath (still grinning, might you add— it had been funny as shit, even if you got a sprained arm for the trouble). Though, as you looked around, Recovery Girl didn’t seem to be around. 

But Neito Monoma was. 

“Oh, fuck no.” 

Listen, you honestly didn’t have a real problem with Monoma. He was just…

A prick. All because your class starts with an ‘A’ and had its fair share of spotlight encounters (mainly with villains— all of which were highly unwanted, thank you very much). 

“It’s so good to see you, too, Y/n.” Monoma’s annoyingly condescending voice managed to come out sickly sweet, immediately making you turn around and start to go right back out the door. 

But unfortunately, he’d caught sight of your swelled arm- which had started to bruise pretty badly- and stopped you from relieving yourself of his presence. 

“Now, now. I am here assisting our lovely Recovery Girl and I can’t just have you leaving while still injured, that would make me look like I’m not doing my job.” 

You deadpanned, reluctantly sitting on the edge of one of the beds. “No offense, and by that I mean full offense, but I’d rather just walk it off than let your lips come anywhere near me.” 

His copy quirk is what allowed him to help out as a healer in the first place— and Recovery Girl’s quirk healed by kisses. You’d be damned if you were letting him have the privilege of kissing even a sliver of your skin. 

“Oh my, so rude. You’re breaking my heart.” His grin was a little too smug, but Monoma couldn’t help it. He’s had a stupid crush on you since year one: this opportunity was just too perfect. 

Not that he would ever admit it. Especially the part where his heart was fucking racing faster than Iida could run right now. 

“Good. Perish.” you groaned, looking away with an apprehensive frown. Your arm was starting to hurt as the adrenaline slowly wore off and…you did come all the way to the infirmary to get healed…

Was it weird that your heart was thudding in your chest? You barely even knew Monoma, for fucks sake, he was just…an academic rival at best. 

‘And pretty.’ Your brain supplied. To which you promptly told it to shut up…which it didn’t, because Monoma’s pretty face was currently all up in your business. 

“That arm of yours looks painful. Are you really too prideful to be healed by me? That’s not a good heroic quality, you know.” 

He sincerely hoped you would cave before he just started begging— and the embarrassing part is, Monoma wouldn’t have to even think twice about it. That’s how..tightly you have him wrapped around your finger. 

“Shut up. You’re one to talk about pride, smug bastard.” Your words didn’t really have the bite that you intended- and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn- so with another colorful curse, you relented. 

“Fine.” 

Except no kiss came after your agreement. You’d even tensed up your arm in preparation for his touch but there was nothing. That was funny— he was so smug just a second ago and now he’s all quiet. 

“Monoma, are you gonna heal me or not-“ 

As soon as your head turned towards him, his lips pressed against yours. It was as shocking as seeing Bakugo Katsuki be nice, which was pretty damn high up on the ‘what the fuck is happening’ list. 

But it felt…good. 

Monoma himself was surprised, not at his actions, but at your own: the reciprocation of his kiss (when he was so sure you’d pull away and knock his block off), the way your hands- both of them now that your arm was healing- had cupped his jaw, pulling him closer. 

It was like the room was spinning, but..softly. With warmth being woven in, making you feel fuzzy starting from the tips of your toes and moving all the way to your fingertips. 

When the kiss finally broke, it was quiet, only unsure breaths filling the air. Oddly enough, he felt nervous and had to fight the urge to apologize. 

“Well? How was that for healing?” Is what came out of his mouth instead. 

And you didn’t even have a witty response to give back, too dazed and flustered to even care at that second. 

“Do it again…still hurts.” 

‘Academic rivals’ be damned.

inspo credits:

(I found the text post on Pinterest so I just screenshotted it because who knows how old it may be oasjihrugoajfk but their user is still the same: @energon-with-a-curly-straw)

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hiii!!! i really lovee your writing, can i request a monoma fic where he asks his s/o on a valentines date??? ik its not february anymore but ive thought about it and i think its really cutee :33 feel free to ignore this request if youre not comfortable with this!!! ♡

i blinked, and suddenly, i had a valentine

tags. fluff, gn! reader, reader is also a U.A student, implied relationship

neito monoma has always been the one for theatrics, series, and movies; ever since he was a child, he found himself allured by the the drama, the spectacle, the applause; to the point that he found himself seeing his life as a theatre act itself, secretly hoping to have a happy ending, just like the characters that actors portrayed.

however, he wasn't the main character of his own life. that's what he felt, what you never told, and how you never let him feel. unlike the side character he felt like he was, he never faded into the background, because you were holding him in the spotlight, where he was sure you'd come from; as if your fingers were intertwined, and you were refusing to let go. you were always stubborn, after all.

scrambling across his dorm room, the blond teen scribbles on a small whiteboard he had bought from a small d.i.y store while he was on a mall date with you. neito had been brainstorming for the last 20-ish minutes, at least that's what he thinks. he was struggling to think of a way to ask you out.

his ego was shattering with each letter he typed on google, the letters forming a sentence that was "how to ask your first girlfriend out for beginners"; last time he remembered himself doing this, he was 10 years old, and he did not have a lover whatsoever. he scrolled for a while before deciding that no internet article could capture what he wanted to say to you. frustrated, he threw his phone onto the bed and stared at the whiteboard, now filled with crossed-out phrases and doodles of hearts, a huff escaping his lips.

"alright, neito, think," he muttered to himself. "this is just another performance. you've got this."

taking a deep breath, he grabbed a clean sheet of paper and began to write from his heart. he poured all his emotions into the letter, writing about how much you meant to him and how you had changed his life. he wrote about how you made him feel like the main character in his own story and how he wanted to create more chapters with you.

satisfied with his letter, he folded it neatly and slipped it into an envelope. he glanced at the clock and realized he only had a few hours left before he was supposed to meet you. quickly, he tidied up his dorm room, changed into his best outfit, and grabbed the flowers he had bought earlier.

at precisely 6 p.m., he stood outside your dorm, his heart pounding in his chest. when you stepped out, looking as beautiful as ever, he felt a rush of confidence washed over him, as well as pride; your appearance never failed to entice him.

"hey," he greeted you, a bit breathless.

"hey yourself," you replied, smiling. "you look great."

"you too," he said, his nerves calming slightly at your smile. "i have something for you."

he handed you the envelope and the flowers, watching anxiously— maybe dreadfully as you opened the letter and began to read. your eyes scanned the words, and he saw your smile grow wider with each sentence.

when you finished, you looked up at him, nothing but pure unadulterated affection in your eyes; it felt like his heart melted into a whole new one. "neito, this is beautiful."

he stepped closer, taking your hand in his. "so, will you be my valentine?" he asked, his voice soft but steady; forcing himself to look into your eyes, that he ever so adored.

you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, whispering in his ear, "of course, neito. i'd love to."

the evening was flawless. neito took you to a rooftop restaurant he had reserved, the city lights creating a magical backdrop. you enjoyed a delicious meal, the conversation flowing effortlessly as always. after dinner, he led you to the dance floor, where you swayed to soft classic music, lost in each other's eyes, like you were two characters in a cheesy romcom.

under the stars, he held you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. you felt like you were the only two people in the world, and in that moment, neito knew that his life had indeed become the theatre act he had always dreamed of—with you as his co-star.

as the night came to an end, he walked you back to your dorm, his hand never leaving yours. he kissed you goodnight, a promise of many more perfect nights to come.

"thank you for tonight," you said, your voice filled with love. "It was perfect."

"no," neito replied, his eyes filled with adoration. "you're perfect."

as you closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but smile. It had been a valentine's Day to remember, and with neito by your side, you knew every day would be filled with love and joy, just like in the theatre acts he had always dreamed of.

and as he catches the sight of your closed door, he turns around, "i finally did it!" he whispers softly, pumping a fist in the air as he walks back to his own dorm, his heart overloaded with affection.

© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!

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neito monoma with a shy s/o

pairing: neito monoma x gn!reader

tags: fluff, extrovert x introvert dynamic

monoma is a bit loud and scary at first, always talking loudest in every room that he's in and seemingly having no shame when it comes to anything he says

he's the one to make the first move on you too, telling you he thinks you're cute and inviting you to grab something to eat with him!

it seems to come so natural to him; complimenting you, confessing to you and just overall being honest with you!

he doesn't seem nervous or embarrassed about anything he says. and honestly, it's admirable!

once the two of you start dating, it doesn't take long for neito to start bragging about you to his friends and classmates – as well as those 1A students!

meanwhile you always get flustered when he tells them stories about how great you are and how much he loves you

monoma also makes sure that everyone is always nice to him! he doesn't mind comments about himself, but if anyone dares to be mean to you… oh boy!

despite how loud and confrontational monoma is, he tries to keep it at a minimum when he's around you, as he knows you don't like being the center of attention

he might seem self centered to others, but only you know that he always puts you first and tries so hard to be a good boyfriend to you!

you really appreciate it and want to show monoma you gratitude, but often struggle to find the right way for it

you try to come out of your shell a bit for him, which often shows as you making the first move when it comes to holding hands or hugs

monoma never complains about always making the first one to make a move, but once you do start showing some agency, he's happier than he's ever been

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Monoma Dating a Support Course Student HCs

inspired by @antichilde and her lovely Monoma prompt which can be read here!

gender neutral!

It goes without saying that Monoma is incredibly proud of his partner and loves to boast about them to other people

But if they're a support course student? His boasting will absolutely get worse

"Hey, check out my awesome new gear! You jealous? Of course you are, it was made by my wonderful partner from the Support Course! You've probably heard of them, they're so brilliant-"

He practically becomes a walking salesman once you start dating (he's support course support😭)

As a way of advertising your work, Monoma will gladly try out any of your new inventions and use them in battle simulations. The nature of his quirk is unpredictable and he doesn't use many items himself, so anything to help his speed and maneuverability is a big plus.

You both met when he needed a repair to his costume and you complimented his quirk. Monoma liked how impressed you were with him being in the Hero Course

That led him to visiting the development studio constantly

Monoma tries to brush it off; he says that he just so happened to be in the area and decided to drop by for a visit, but he 100% went there to see you

Power Loader and the rest are onto him, but you are oblivious to it all

Monoma purposely breaks his items just so he has an excuse to visit you. He also makes several requests for costume adjustments, which ends up being something completely unnecessary

"The seam in the shoulder is too tight!" "... But it fit yesterday?"

"I'm telling you, my tie needs to be a darker shade of blue!" "It looks fine, Monoma."

It takes about five or so visits until you realize that he's not just incredibly picky and he actually has feelings for you.

You're immensely relieved, because you can only shockproof a clock so many times

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general/joost klein x reader hc's

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i firmly belive joost is legally blind or at least on a downhill slope towards becoming such. he keeps a collection of all the glasses he's had over the years and you can see them getting thicker and thicker. he refuses to wear them if they mess with his style though + his contact lens game is intense.

a man of a million nicknames. he likes to see how far he can stretch your name before you stop answering to it. for receiving, i like the idea of you calling him 'jo' pronounced 'y-oh'. though, he goes weak at the knees anytime you say his name so use with caution.

when he gets bored he'll draw his tattoos on you with washable marker. he loves seeing your matching knuckle tatts. especially if you don't plan on any tattoos, it's his own little imprint on you.

the absolute most doting boyfriend you could ever ask for. he treats you like his life mission is to take care of you. if you're ever unsure of what you want or overwhelmed with options, you can trust him to make the best decisions for you.

he loves taking you dancing. whether its a massive rave or an intimate party with friends, he loves to move his body with yours. as long as theirs good music and you're happy, he could die and be fulfilled.

always has to have a hand on you. he loves having his hands in your hair to soothe a headache or slung across your shoulder to keep you close. the reverse is true. placing your hand in his for a moment of comfort or your arms around his neck to pull him in for a hug.

uses you as his own personal jewellery box. whenever he's around you and needs to wash his hands, he'll slide his rings onto your fingers. necklace making his throat go green? now its your problem.

as much as this man enjoys a good party after a show, he has a strict bedtime when you're not in attendance. he's made it a part of his post-performance rituals at this point. he finishes his set, drinks a bottle of water and calls to let you know he's on his way home. please pick up quickly or he will cause several car accidents to get home to you as soon as he can.

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“why is joost kinda” “why is he kinda” honey he is isn’t kinda, he is. he is fine. allow yourself to love the Dutch man.

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Hi ok so I was wondering if you can do a comfort fic with joost? Like joost sees readers past SH scars and reader really hates them and finds them disgusting but joost just kisses readers wrist and reader just starts bawling 😔🫶 if this makes u uncomfortable you don’t have to write it I won’t be upset! 🫶🫶🫶

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ STRAWBERRY GASHES⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝄞⨾“Watch me falter, Your living like a disaster. She said kill me faster with strawberry gashes all over” - jack off Jill𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: you have self harm scars but you’ve never told your boyfriend, Joost. One day you forget about the scars and wear somthing that reveals them. Much to your surprise Joost isn’t as disgusted in them as you are.

Note: thank you for all the love on my last fic, I am currently running on….0 hours of sleep and it’s like 1pm where I live so I’m pretty exhausted so this will probably be my last fic for today unless I get bored! Also!! I see all y’all’s requests and even though I don’t respond right away doesn’t mean I’m ignoring them or don’t see them! I like to respond to the request with the fic so you won’t know I saw it until the actual fic comes out! ^_^

Warnings: SELF HARM TW!! other then that just comfort and fluff >~<

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You and Joost had been together for a few months and everything was going great! He loved you more than anyone else ever could, even if they tried. He held you when you felt anxious or upset. Felt excited with you when you were happy and made sure you were always take care of. Always.

But there was one thing you hid from him, something that ate you alive every single day. Joost always questioned with a chuckle why you wore long sleeves in 90 degree weather but you just shrugged it off, saying you were always cold. That was a lie, you were sweating but you were also hiding something that’d hurt you a little more than a little sweat.

Your old sh scars. You struggled with it on a daily basis, sure they were old but they still managed to haunt you. You felt disgusted by yourself everytime you caught glimpses of them and you were sure Joost would too. I mean…who would want a partner that has scars like that.?

Today was the day you find out because being to caught up in excitement to hang out with Joost you forgot about the scars that littered your arms (or anywhere else, so so sorry to be so an inclusive ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)) you put on a pair of your favorite shorts and shirt and head out the door to joosts place, not even looking twice.

Once you arrive, an equally excited Joost greats you and drags you to his room. You weren’t even thinking about it, so in love with your boyfriend to even care. He didn’t even notice either, finding every part of you perfect…until.

Until you lifted your arm in a certain way, that put your scars on full display. You noticed that Joost stoped mid speaking and looked over to him to see his face that was full of emotion that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was a mix of sadness, confusion, fear, and shock.

You look at him confused until your eyes follow his that were deadpan staring right at your scars. You gasp softly and cover your scars, sitting up immediately. You felt ringing in your ears and your heart rate quickening. You lower your head and feel the tears of shame and embarrassment start to burn in your eyes.

You feel the touch of your beloveds soft fingertips grab your hand, interlocking y’all’s fingers and pulling your arm towards him. You keep your head down and squeeze your eyes shut trying to block everything out.

When you suddenly felt soft kisses on the places your scars were spread. Your eyes snap open and your head raises to look at Joost. He presses soft and gentle kisses on every.singe.scar. He makes sure to press 3 to each one for good measure.

Your heart feels heavy and you just burst into tears, Joost is close to tears as well. Once hes done you immediately jump into his arms, he strokes your back and whispers soft words of praise to you waiting for you to calm down.

Once you’re calmer, only small tears flowing down your wet cheeks he props you in his lap and holds you close. “I knew something was up when you kept wearing all those long sleeves..” he whispers almost kicking himself for not noticing sooner.

“I-I’m sorry… they’re old I promise!! A-and I just didn’t want you to see because they’re ugly and i just didn’t-” your cut off by a soft kiss being pressed to your lips. “Shh…you don’t have to give any explanation or reason unless you want to, okay?” He speaks with that signature smile that you loved so dearly

“You’re…you’re not disgusted.?” You ask looking up at him, he almost looks exasperated at your words. His eyes widening and mouth parting. “Disgusted.?! Why the hell would I be disgusted mijn geliefde, you’re so beautiful to me. Everything about you, even your scars.” He says with a soft smile and a kiss to your head.

“They’re gross, I ruined my skin and now they’re gonna be there forever…” you argue as you lower your head back down and play with his fingers, “so? Who cares, first of all they’re not gross, they’re not disgusting, you’re not ugly and will never be ugly. You’re not ruined and they just show how much of a fighter you are baby. Nothing to be ashamed about, promise.” He says interlocking your pinkies together

You smile and giggle softly, tears still staining your cheeks which Joost quickly kissed away making you laugh and push his head away, “Joost that tickles!!” You squeal as he smiles and peppers ticklish kisses over your face.

You knew no matter what you looked like or what happened or hell even what you went through he would always be there for you. He would forever and always be your biggest supporter. He loved you for you and nothing less.

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I love Joost Klein more than any singer. Only his song STUCK IN MY HEAD! ONLY HIS SONG MADE ME SMILE.

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The footage has leaked. Joost was disqualified because he didn't want to be filmed. We were kept in suspense for five hours, and told he was in a physical altercation. Then we're told it was Joost was threatening someone. Hear this: he did not want to be filmed and was filmed anyway, and the oh so threatening threat he made was his middle finger. Did not touch the woman, did not speak to her. A middle finger. Police got involved for THIS? We were in suspense for THIS?! Israel still gets to compete but Joost gets disqualified for his showing MIDDLE FINGER and gets the POLICE called on him. Fuck EBU.

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What a cutie:( let me just give him a big hug pllssss🥰

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What about, Joost trying to teach reader Dutch. And him starting to use Dutch words in their daily lives more often💫

I love this!!! As someone with a fully born and raised dutch boyfriend, who has been learning dutch for the past year, this hits close haha

that being said! my dutch is not the best, so forgive me if i sound like a bot bro

requested? yes!

reader? gender neutral!

genre? fluff, language barrier

short and sweet babyyyyy

Ik ben zo blij dat je bestaat.

"Goedemorgen..." good morning, you hear the groggy voice next to you as you wake up from the sun piercing through your bed room curtains. As you try to keep your eyes open, you slowly push yourself up to sit straight against the headrest of your bed, shooting a look at the talking bundle of blankets with the messy hair and sleep lines over its face that was laying right next to you. Your little blanket bundle had started growing a habit of speaking dutch to you whenever he was too tired to make the effort to speak english ever since you said you wanted to learn how to properly speak dutch. "Goedemorgen, how are you doing hun?" you run a hand through your boyfriend blonde hair, watching him rest his head on your lap, ready to fall asleep again. "Moe... het is te vroeg." tired, it's too early, Joost mumbles into his blanket before trying to reach for the glasses on his night stand.

With a soft smile on your lips, you continue to run your hand through his soft hair, occasionally running your fingers down his shoulder again as he continues to doze off on your lap for a few minutes at a time, his glasses still sat on his face. Joost was everything but a morning person and sometimes it would take several snoozed alarms and pulling him out of bed for him to finally start his day, but you didn't blame the poor exhausted guy. "Do we have anything planned today?" you hear him break the silence, his voice still raspy and groggy at this time.

"Niet dat ik weet..." not that I know of, you reply while scrolling through your phone to find the calendar, happy to find out that today was indeed a free day. "Moet ik ontbijt maken?" should I make breakfast, he asked to your surprise, unsure if you actually understood him correctly and he offered to leave his little blanket fort to make breakfast. Usually that was your job, considering you were more of an morning person, on the other hand making dinner was his thing.

"You understood me correctly..." he eventually chuckles when there was still no answer coming from your end, meaning you were mentally translating the words out of surprise, and also trying to figure out your reply. One could see whenever you were mentally translating into dutch.

"Ik zou dat fijn vinden..?" I would love that?

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