#Joost

[greendy2l]

Joost & romanceplanet yeee

[mariucheeee]

SOOOO.... Joost the knight ⚔️

[joostpauze]

[kylieistumbling]

[totallynotslothhh]

HOLD ME TIGHT PT.3

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

word count: 4,562

warning: lot of angst, smut, sex in the shower, smoking, alcohol, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

description: After days of inner torment for y/n, she finally find a way to meet Joost. Will their relationship be mended or be permanently destroyed?

author’s note: I don’t know how to describe the way I’m feeling, staying up until six in the morning doesn’t do me any good, not at all, but it’s such a sweet addiction. I modeled the main character as a whiner but we like it that way so it's okay

Honestly, I was really torn about whether to end this fanfiction badly or good, IDK, read it and let me know what you think. It makes me happy to read your tears and your thoughts.

I’m starting to work on some of the requests you’ve sent me, and don’t worry, they’ll be published soon.

That said, I leave you to your despair.

big kisses!

(sorry if there are grammatical errors, I tried my best, English is not my first language!!!🙏)

part.1 part.2 part.3

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The plaster on my ceiling was particularly interesting at 3:25 in the morning.

The heartbeat in my chest echoed through my ears and every inch of my body. I could feel the softness of the pajamas I was wearing and the discomfort of the mattress beneath me, which felt like stone against my back. My eyes were tired, but they couldn’t truly rest, kept busy by a mind racing, fueled by the caffeine I had consumed throughout the day.

I glanced at the space beside me in bed, seeing it empty, cold, the sheets crumpled from my restless tossing and turning.

I turned again onto my side, one hand tucked beneath my cheek and the other slowly stroking the empty spot where, up until two weeks ago, Joost’s body used to rest, sleeping, relaxed, stripped of all thoughts.

The premature nostalgia that flowed through my veins had settled over me like a cloak, always there, every moment of my life.

-This is your fault.-

It was my fault.

It all happened at the wrong time.

We didn’t even argue, we didn’t have a real confrontation. That night after the concert, he simply took me home and said nothing the entire drive.

The silence weighed heavier than any insult would have.

It stabbed me straight through the heart. The exact moment I felt the world collapse on me was when he let go of my face, stared at me for a few seconds, then simply nodded.

That moment: when I saw the deep disappointment in his eyes, a disappointment I had caused, I knew I had broken any chance of letting the feelings between us grow.

He didn’t say a word, but I could read it on his face: the regret, maybe even the shame of having kissed me, of having tried to show me he wanted something more. I understood what he felt, and because of that, I didn’t try to justify myself.

I didn’t start a conversation, didn’t try to touch him, didn’t argue. I let his hands fall away from my face.

And just like that, our relationship ended that night with a goodbye and the thick silence we shared.

I scoffed softly, biting my bottom lip, breath caught in my lungs as chills ran down my spine.

I missed Joost so painfully much.

I missed having him in my life, missed him being a safe place to fall, a warm space to hold onto, someone to share empty days with.

I missed being the girl he would run to, the girl he cared about, the girl he’d let help him through hard times.

I liked that he liked me.

I liked having his hands on me.

I liked kissing him, touching him, making him feel that someone was there for him.

I liked being his.

I liked that he was mine.

-Then why did you make it so complicated?-

-Then why did you slip from his grasp?-

-Then why did you run back to your ex at the first chance you got?-

I closed my eyes, gripping the bedsheet, curling into myself, trying to relax enough to fall asleep.

Sleep never came, not after ten minutes, not after two hours of my thoughts blurring together into tangled black smoke, overlapping and chaotic.

I wasn’t expecting attention from anyone. No good morning texts, no “how are you?”, no calls.

Not even from my ex, though we had exchanged a few messages since that encounter.

He wanted to meet again, and even though part of me didn’t want to, the other part felt so insecure it believed I wouldn’t find anyone better than him, that maybe he genuinely did regret how he had treated me.

I didn’t truly trust him, I was forcing myself to.

I had already lost Joost.

I had already lost the one thing that made me feel above the mess I was used to.

I had already lost my anchor.

I opened my eyes again, looked at the clock, and sighed deeply at what it showed: 5:00 AM.

-You need to wake up, you’re twenty years old and thinking like a fifteen-year old.-

I stared at the closed window and finally decided to get up and take a shower.

Maybe it would clear my head a bit, maybe it would bring on the sleep I desperately needed.

Or at least, that’s what I hoped. What I believed.

But by then, I had entered a loop that would be hard to break, unless I let time pass.

Time, vast waterfalls of it. Flowing rivers of minutes, seconds, hours, thick and out of sync with the world around me.

Time that moved slowly, quickly, chaotically.

Time with a soft, almost invisible ticking, and then loud, fast, powerfully real, like the stream of hot water I had just turned on, hitting the cold, damp floor and slowly warming it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and in the dim light, I focused on the details I never normally noticed in my reflection: pale skin, trembling hands from nicotine and caffeine and all my bad habits, messy hair and dry lips, sadness in my eyes and shallow breath.

My fragile frame drenched in thoughts.

-Do you really think someone could love you?-

Why were these thoughts coming back?

Why were tears so quick to pool in my eyes?

Why didn’t I feel like myself anymore?

I had to self-sabotage, like always.

I had to find a way to ruin everything, like always.

I ran my tongue over my lips and decided to ignore, once again, the frayed wires in my head. I finished undressing and stepped into the shower, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure at the feel of the scalding water on my skin.

A sigh of pleasure that, the last time, had been caused by Joost, in that very same shower.

“Do you always take your showers this hot?” His warm whisper filled my ear, making me giggle from the tickling sensation his hands created on my waist.

“It’s not that hot” I protested, pressing my wet back against his chest, closing my eyes and savoring the water cascading over my body, deliberately leaning my face into the stream.

“Yes, it is” he argued, pulling me closer, his hands moving curiously along my waist, one sliding up to cup my breast, the other gliding down to my thigh.

I smiled, tilting my head against his shoulder, and soon felt his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses.

“Mhhh… do you have to leave right after the shower?” I whispered, the only background sound being the steady trickle of the water. I tangled one hand into his wet hair, and he nearly moaned at the grip.

“I’ve got to go to the studio, come with me” he said almost pleading, gently fondling my breast and trailing his other hand back to my warm waist.

“I can’t, dummy, I have work” I muttered, stifling a moan, biting my lower lip and gently scratching his scalp.

“Come on, come with me” he whispered, brushing his lips along my cheek as he pinched my hardened nipple, making me let out a soft, closed-eyed moan. I arched my back, letting my hand travel to his neck, feeling his hips push against my backside.

“I can’t, Joost…” I murmured, now both his hands were on my breasts, caressing and kneading my excited nipples. The need to feel like his again gave me a strange kind of peace.

“You’re so boring” he chuckled, nibbling on my earlobe, licking it and kissing it. I had time to stop him, to turn in his embrace and press my chest against his, arms around his shoulders. I locked eyes with him and giggled, kissing his lips and feeling him breathe against me.

My hands roamed: one resting on his cheek, the other tangled in his hair, pulling him under the shower, letting him soak, crouching just enough to make up for our height difference. He gave my breast one last squeeze before holding my hips, responding to the heated, wet kiss I had started with slow, sweet strokes of his tongue against mine. I pulled back after a few seconds, trailing small kisses, making him laugh low in his chest.

“How do you fuck someone this boring?” I teased, standing on my toes, pressing my needy body against his, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He grabbed the backs of my thighs, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

“I’ll keep fucking you, because you’re the most beautiful, intelligent, and sexy boring girl ever” he murmured into my face, pressing my back against the cold, damp shower wall. The sudden contact made me arch with a shiver, goosebumps all over.

“Don’t ever leave me…” I whispered, touching my forehead to his, kissing his lips again, moving my hips slowly against his and feeling his half-hard length against me.

“I’m not going anywhere” he said in the middle of the kiss, grinding into me gently, holding me firmly in his arms.

“Promise me” I whispered, breathless, letting our breaths blend. I pulled back just enough to hold his face, locking our gazes. I looked at him, his wet hair flat against his head, his still-sleepy eyes, parted lips curled into a soft smile, the pink tip of his nose, his heavy and hungry breaths.

“Promise.” he murmured with a smile, brushing his lips softly against mine, savoring them inch by inch, hands gripping my thighs as he moved his hips. I felt his length rub against my entrance, stimulating my bare clit and pulling a moan from deep inside my chest. My fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Is it okay if we do it here?” he asked in a rough voice, breaking the kiss to start worshiping my breasts. He bent to my right one, taking the nipple into his mouth and, without giving me a second to process, started sucking slowly, occasionally leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses.

“Why wouldn’t it be okay?” I panted, throwing my head back, melting into the now-warm marble wall, letting go in his protective arms.

“We don’t have a condom. You sure, baby?” he checked, halting both his thrusts and his mouth, lifting his gaze to meet mine, needing to be sure.

I smiled at him, tugging his blond locks with greedy hands.

“It’s okay. Just pull out” I said, licking my lips, smiling at the immediate nod he gave, like a puppy.

I still had my legs around his waist, his hands all over me. I felt his bare length against my core before he slowly pushed inside, his moans of pleasure echoing right into my ear.

The moans I let out after were heightened by the bathroom’s acoustics, his face buried in my shoulder.

Feeling him so deep, then moving slow at first, then more erratic, more intense, more forceful, made my shoulders tense.

I shut my eyes, curled my toes, and rolled my hips into his as much as space allowed, moving with him.

But it wasn’t just the act itself that made me feel that way.

It wasn’t the simple, mechanical rhythm of our hips meeting.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was everything.

Everything that made the pleasure so deep.

Our hearts beating at the same pace; my sensitive breasts rubbing against his chest; his tense muscles; his whispers dissolving into the steam; his moans; his hands; his scent; the promise he had just made… the thought that it was Joost making love to me, that he cared this much, that we could kiss like this…

I was falling, deeply, into someone. So fast, so soon.

Then it was all gone.

Now I was alone in the shower, the water pouring over me, my forehead resting on the cold marble, lips parted not in moans, but in the struggle for breath, for humid air and any oxygen I could catch to keep my breathing steady.

I washed myself alone, holding the sponge tightly in my hand.

Joost wasn’t here to make me laugh, to kiss every inch of my body before soaping it up, always trying to keep his eyes on mine.

“Stop it, idiot” I’d mumble, laughing, feeling him kiss my stomach all over, then dragging the sponge over it with delicate-scented body wash.

“Idiot? I’m worshipping you and you call me an idiot?” he’d exaggerate, pulling away to look at me from below. I’d smile, stupidly, running my hands through his freshly washed hair, washed by me, and pulling him up to get a kiss.

A kiss that wouldn’t come now, that had no place under this hot water that had taken his systematic role.

I wouldn’t be held right before he pushed me into orgasm, whispering: “Fuck, you drive me insane, you make me so weak.”

I wouldn’t cum on his length. He wouldn’t hold the rhythm just to help me ride that orgasm. I wouldn’t feel his release warm on my belly. I wouldn’t have my vision blocked by his head and his lips kissing me after, hungrily, devouring me.

I wouldn’t feel that good.

It wasn’t just sex. And I saw that clearly now, six in the morning, under the shower and lost in memories of that morning nearly three weeks ago.

“But out of all possible futures, fate chose the one where we’re apart;

And we were impossible, and couldn’t make up our minds;

And even if I’ve shut the door, I’ve learned to live with it;

I still feel the draft from invisible windows:

From all the futures I could’ve had with you.”

“I told you I don’t feel like it, why do you have to insist?” I snapped, whining, leaning back against my kitchen counter, putting on a bothered expression and arms crossed tightly over my chest.

“Please, y/n! You can’t stay in here all day. It’ll do you good to get out, and come on, you’ll be with me, what could go wrong?” said one of my closest friends, the kind who had known me since I was little and knew exactly how to handle me, how to convince me or comfort me.

“I don’t feel like it. I said no” I answered firmly, shaking my head, holding her gaze and when I saw her face turn serious, I already knew where this was going.

“You’re letting a situation with your ex ruin you, can’t you see that? He made you push that nice guy away, he’s pushing you away from your friends, from everything you loved doing before he left. Is it really worth it, y/n? What are you punishing yourself for? For being naive and falling for it? Okay, it happens. You messed up, but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer forever as penance” she said in that calm but firm tone that made my heart ache. Because I already knew all those things. I knew that’s why I was acting like this because deep down I knew I had messed up, even though that mistake still carried a big question mark.

Joost had come into my life at the wrong time, a time too fragile for my soul.

A time that had left his soul aching.

I sighed, hiding my face in my hands, thinking: if I saw him again that night, it would be a dreamy nightmare, a gust of air too fresh, an embrace too tight to let me breathe. And in fact, the oxygen stopped flowing to the aching branches of my lungs, my eyes dried out, my hands trembled and my feet suddenly became sensitive to the not-too-high heels I’d put on to match my outfit.

I parted my lips, dark purple from lipstick, and the alcohol that had been in my system for at least an hour amplified everything.

He was there, on the balcony of that house, smoking with a girl beside him who had just made him laugh with some joke. Tears welled up, and just as I was about to leave, to run away again, to go back into hiding, disappointed, angry, frustrated, my heart collapsed in a pit full of tar.

He met my gaze across the distance.

Our two worlds, so painfully far apart and yet frighteningly close, had collided.

The pressure in my chest tightened, my fingers clenched the fabric of my long skirt, my brows furrowed in a pained expression. I knew my face didn’t reflect his: I stood still, unmoving, with a melancholic stare that screamed nothing but hurt and anger.

-So it’s a habit of his to flirt with girls like that, huh?-

His expression didn’t soften when he saw me, but it didn’t harden either. Just a few seconds of eye contact, but enough to throw my mind into chaos, and maybe his, too.

The alcohol in my body was starting to burn my stomach.

-Is it the alcohol, or is it him?-

I was the first to look away, turning and biting my lower lip to stop myself from breaking down. I couldn’t let him see me like that.

Him.

The one who, up until two weeks ago, was my entire world.

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my skirt, grabbing the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out with trembling fingers and walking toward the entrance door, escaping as fast as I could. The music from inside still faintly echoed outside, a cruel soundtrack to the chaos and hurt inside me, wounds inflicted by my own thoughts and feelings.

I sat on the ground, wrapping my arms around my knees. After a bitter drag of my cigarette, I buried my face in my arms.

My nose began to sting, tears started falling, not just carrying that salty trace of emotion, but also the black mascara that I wiped off my cheeks with the back of a shaking hand.

I sobbed and let it all out:

Seeing Joost.

Being at that party.

Not feeling sober.

Feeling like I couldn’t do anything to draw his attention back to me.

Feeling trapped in a volcano of emotion.

Feeling like I could never be that girl beside him again.

I opened my tear-filled eyes, stifling a sob, inhaling the awful air from the cigarette. I’d decided I’d leave as soon as it was finished. I’d come to this party with my friend, but I’d walk home alone, I didn’t care to stay even a second longer. For what? To drink more until I felt sick? To try not to think of Joost? No way. I had to go.

-You’re running away from your responsibilities again-

Those responsibilities slapped me in the face and sat right beside me just after I put out the cigarette. They had come looking for me, chasing me down a second time.

I lifted my head and curled into myself even more when I saw him. I leaned my cheek against my knees, completely tuning out the sound of my heart threatening to collapse.

My eyes still ringed with messy black makeup, his figure now fully visible:

Black jeans.

His signature boots.

A white t-shirt covered in scribbles.

Black hat tilted to the side, with blonde strands sticking out messily from under it.

A thick black jacket, heavy enough for the October cold.

He sat right next to me.

Only a centimeter between us.

He mirrored my posture: knees to chest, head against the wall, lips pressed tight.

The silence between us was destined to last just a few seconds, just long enough to look at each other and exchange a glance that said everything and nothing all at once.

“You’re going to get sick if you stay out here any longer” The warmth in his voice made me shiver. I felt at home again, in a warm, safe place. I looked away, curling deeper into myself.

“I’m leaving soon anyway” I whispered so softly I surprised myself that he heard it. I rested my cheek back on my knee and looked at him again. He let out a light chuckle, shaking his head, and leaned off the wall just enough to shrug off his jacket.

I watched silently as he draped it over my shoulders, covering my back completely.

“You’re leaving because you don’t want to talk to me” he said, more as a fact than a question. He adjusted the collar gently, waiting for me to hold onto the fabric, to pull it tighter around myself, to cling to his warmth and scent.

“You’ve got good company already” I mumbled, eyes fixed to the ground, curling into the jacket like a cocoon, only daring to look up when I heard him laugh.

“Why are you laughing? Is it not true?” I raised my eyebrows, a flicker of irritation growing inside me, adding to the weight I’d hoped to shed.

“So you still care” he said, leaning back fully against the wall and locking his eyes on mine, trying to read me like he always used to.

A new realization hit me. Of course I still cared.

How could I not?

Despite everything, he had come to talk to me. To find me. To chase me, like a child trying to catch a runaway butterfly.

“Yes…” I let the word slip through my lips like a fragile truth, finally shedding a weight but feeling like I was standing at a crossroads. He glanced down at his hands folded over his knees, a faint smile tugging at his lips, revealing his dimples.

“Then why did you run away like that? Why didn’t you explain anything, let the silence ruin it all?” he asked directly, and I hid my face again, feeling exposed, vulnerable, even though a part of me was relieved to finally face this mess of an issue.

-Don’t run away again-

-Don’t ruin it this time. Maybe there’s still hope.-

“I’m sorry” I started, barely audible. My heart was pounding again, my breath short, and the shivers returned to my skin.

“I didn’t want it to end like that… That day meant something, and I ruined it. I didn’t want to make you feel humiliated… I just needed time.” The words flowed out of me in a near-whisper, my face still hidden. I felt his gaze on me, his presence beside me, his warmth outside and inside me beginning to soothe everything again.

“Time I ended up not even needing… I- Joost, I miss you.” I lifted my head and met his gaze, his eyes already fixed on me, like I’d guessed.

Silence followed, heavy with everything we weren’t saying. Then his cold hand found mine, gently squeezing it, his thumb brushing over the back.

“We’re two complicated people, huh?” The irony in his voice softened the atmosphere, making me chuckle quietly. He smiled, too.

“I miss you, too… And I owe you an apology, for not being understanding, for not talking to you that night… for not giving you enough time.” He spoke while pulling me closer through our joined hands. I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes, letting his voice wrap around me.

“I knew you were just out of a long relationship. I should’ve expected it. I didn’t choose to fall for you so hard” he finished, bringing my hand to his lips and planting soft kisses on my skin, kisses that tasted like home.

I realized then that all I ever needed was him, his touch, his spontaneous words, his hugs, his kisses.

I realized I needed his love.

A love I wasn’t used to receiving like that, and one that had probably scared me at first.

“Joost…” I murmured, lifting my face toward his, and in his expression, I saw softness. Despite everything, he could still look at me that way.

“I love you, and I knew it far too soon for the situation we were in” he cut in gently, eyes drifting between my eyes and lips.

That sentence was exactly what I’d said earlier, a hug too tight to let me breathe. My breath caught in my throat, tears filled my eyes again, and a bittersweet smile curled on my lips in front of him.

He loved me. He still wanted me.

-Take this path. Open your heart again. Live these moments.-

“You have no idea how long I waited for you to be single” he said, smiling, “At every party or event, I’d see you from afar and think only about how much I wanted to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I won’t lie… when I heard you broke up, I was pretty happy.” His words made me laugh and cry all at once. A single tear slid down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly with my free hand.

“You don’t know how long I wanted you. That night, after my performance, all I wanted was to show you how much I loved you.” He kept talking but I didn’t let him finish.

I leaned in, cupping his face and pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss; one that held all the words I couldn’t say out loud.

It held all the love I had for him, for that pure soul I was so afraid I had broken. He shivered under my touch and kissed me back, our tongues meeting after just a second of realization, this was a kiss we’d both been waiting for.

I felt his nose brushing mine, his scratchy stubble tickling me, his full lips confirming what I’d finally understood: he was mine.

“I love you too” I whispered, and his full smile lit up his whole face. He leaned in again, kissing me harder this time, hands finding my waist, pulling me against him.

Maybe the setting wasn’t perfect.

Maybe the cold had taken over his bare arms while he kept me warm.

Maybe everything had been wrong.

Or maybe, maybe it was finally right.

The words, the feelings, the touch.

Everything fell into place, my heart finally wrapped in bandages after all that pain.

The moments that followed were poetry for our souls.

We decided to go home, but the passion didn’t turn into sex, it didn’t become something to be consumed. We lay in bed, the empty, cold side now belonging to Joost again, the only one who belonged there.

His arms wrapped around my waist, his head buried against my chest, his eyes closed, and my hands tangled in his hair.

Just like the first time.

Same position.

Same closeness.

But with new awareness, new feelings, and a peace that filled us from within.

“I promised you” he mumbled sleepily against my skin, hugging me gently and slipping his hands under my pajama shirt to caress me.

“Mh?” I whispered, confused, glancing at his half-asleep face.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave you” he repeated, a sleepy pout forming after he lifted his gaze to mine.

I smiled, completely taken by the love I felt. I kissed his lips, then placed gentle kisses all over his face.

“I love you” I whispered against his forehead, leaving my last kisses there.

“I love you” he replied a few seconds later, looking at me with small, sleepy eyes, maybe his vision was blurry, but that didn’t matter.

All that mattered was feeling each other, body to body, speaking softly, and knowing our hearts belonged to one another.

[gabberpopsexclusive]

joosts hands.. so big.. im (s)creaming

[iinatixs]

Yeah so I drew this in 10 minutes in my laptop when I was bored 😋👍

And no, I didn't use the pad thingie, I used a whole ass pencil and scratched the touch screen 💔

[nortoneki]

Doodles

[eenhoornevie]

fucking CUTIES?? also joost w the tail keychain is taking me out

[strangeunfortunatebeast]

Those fuck ass layered boxers must be uncomfortable as shit. I have the same ones and I don’t think I could wear 3-4 pairs bunched up under my jorts for an entire set. Autism to autism that takes skillz.

[greendy2l]

princess

[haterfreak]

people just now boycotting eurovision because joost got disqualified

[mariucheeee]

Oh I love it (∩`ﾛ´)⊃🍌

[jaicherche]

Justice for Joost