Tell Your Lucky One
Pairing: Joost Klein x GN!Reader (no prns used!)
CW: crying, just emotional angsty shit
WC: 832
A/N: lil angsty song fic, listen to Beach Baby by Bon Iver if you haven’t 🙏🏻🙏🏻 this has been in my drafts for a hot min so here you go! ignore how i used the same prompt i did in my last fic 😭😭
“Liefje, you know these dates were planned months ago.” Joost sighed, rolling his suitcase by the couch while you waited in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I know, I just didn’t know the time was gonna pass so quick.”
“It’ll pass quickly when I’m gone too. I’ll be back home before you know it.” He said, entering the doorway. Joost sat down next to you,
“Two months.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself it wouldn’t be that long.
“Teuns gonna pick me up tonight and then I’ll have to get going.” You purposely didn’t ask what specific time he was leaving, you didn’t want to. You knew if he was leaving at a certain time you’d spend the whole night dreading the hour.
The sun was already setting, casting a golden glow on his face.
“I’ll text you and video chat every night, whenever I can. Maybe, I’ll even call you on stage.” He teased, tickling the side of your waist.
“There’s a smile!” He grinned when you squirmed away and giggled a bit.
You shuffled closer, throwing your legs over his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder.
You stayed there for a little, silent while Joost rubbed your back. Joost felt a few drops hit his shirt, he craned his neck to look at you.
“Hey, don’t cry liefje.” He cupped your face, wiping away the tears.
“I’m sorry.” You said, sniffling. “I’m just gonna miss you so much.” You didn’t mean to say it through a sob. Joost made a sympathetic noise.
His heart broke, he desperately wanted to bring you along, but he really couldn’t bring any more people on this tour and you had your own responsibilities to take care of.
“The two months will go by so fast you won’t even realize.” He tried to give you a smile.
You felt stupid crying over this, feeling like a child again, sitting in his lap and crying over a dropped lollipop.
You turned your face to the side, trying to hide it from him.
“Hey, look at me. I wanna see you.” You shook your head.
“I don’t look pretty when I cry, my face gets all pink and blotchy.” You said through a sad laugh. He brought his fingers under your chin, pulling your gaze back to him.
“I love your face, even if it’s all pink and blotchy.” He kissed the tip of your nose, you smiled.
You maneuvered yourself off of him, going back to your original spot next to him. Sitting in silence once again.
“Can you do one favor for me?” You looked at your hands, too nervous to look at him.
“Ja, ja of course.” He tried to look in your eyes.
“Just don’t lock the door when you go, I don’t want to hear you leaving.” You said softly.
Joost wanted to refuse and tell you how it was a risk. But you lived in a quiet and safe area.
And if it helped keep him from breaking your heart any more, he would do it for you.
“Okay.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. It hurt how he noticed the way you didn’t lean into the kiss like you always would. You only sat there silent, staring at your fidgeting hands.
“Will you just lay with me for a little bit?” You finally looked at him, lip pouting a tiny amount. He let out a hum of agreement.
You both moved to the top of the bed, shuffling under the sheets. His chest pressed against your back, holding onto your waist so tightly.
You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers, and holding his and your hand against your chest.
Trying desperately to keep any more tears from escaping, you shut your eyes.
Staying there, so comfortable and so tired. You eventually drifted off into sleep, you didn’t mean to.
Joost didn’t wake you, knowing you didn’t want to see him leave. Once 8PM arrived, Joost carefully removed his arms from you. Walking around the bed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and tucking the sheets over you. So gentle to not wake you up, only making you stir a bit.
He did as you asked, closing the door as quietly as he could, not locking it before he stepped down the stairs.
You woke up later than you expected, it was nearly ten by the time you turned over and your eyes fluttered open. Instead of being met with Joosts warm body, it was only the cold empty sheets next to you.
You slowly got up and out the bed, going into the living room as you rubbed your eyes of sleep. His suitcase and bags gone.
Sitting down on the couch, you took in the moonlight peeking through the blinds and the sad quietness of the apartment. Hoping these two months would go by as quick as he said they would.
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It’s the not knowing, that gets him.
The not knowing what could’ve happened if Eddie Munson had made it out of that fight.
They’d barely known each other, spent a few days fighting monsters after a few months of barely acknowledging each other over the head of their mutual friend after a few years of avoiding each other in the high school hallways.
But those few days were something. It took him a while to realise that, or, to come to terms with the fact that it probably wasn’t all in his head, but they were.
He spends more time than is probably healthy thinking about what could’ve happened, even if he forces the thoughts to stay inside his head, where they can’t hurt Dustin any more than his death already did.
Would they have been friends? Linked together similarly to him and Robin? He could see it. Nights where the three of them curled up on his bed until the sun rose and they could breathe again. Evenings spent watching movies and getting high and talking until their voices gave out.
Would they have been more? There was tension, he knows tension. Could write a whole book on signals and looks and the shifts in tone. Even if he was just trying to deal with the situation he’d ended up in, and he’d been the only age-appropriate guy around, that still left a foot in the door. They could’ve cracked it open some more, taken a step inside. Could’ve learned each other. Could’ve slotted next to one another like puzzle pieces, matching their scars up when they pressed together.
They could’ve just fallen back to routine. Eddie spending time with the kids when he wasn’t. Trading looks over Dustin’s head only a bit heavier after sharing the secrets of what lurked below.
Or Eddie could’ve been swept away by the government. Or hidden away with Hopper. Or arrested in the hospital. Or taken out by the mob. Or or or or.
Not every scenario was nice, but they ran through his head anyway.
Because, the fact was he would never know. Would never get the choice to learn, to see. To either grow with him or grow separately or grow apart.
There was a whole future, full of whatever life he was supposed to have, just gone. Stomped out and leaving blood stains on the ground of the Upside Down. Leaving Dustin broken open and a name no one would let them clear and a skittish look to anyone who dared to be different, in case they were blamed for the next Hawkins tragedy.
Any of those possibilities or a million other ones he couldn’t think of, left empty and dissatisfied. Because he just couldn’t know.
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