#JOOST

[nikogonelubly]

trafik!

[kleopatrik]

the best from my tiktok

[lilasya-art]

Joost <3

⚠︎ Do not share, use or repost without crediting me! ⚠︎

[uncertainturquoise]

Only eurovision could create a Finnish-Dutch-Croatian-Estonian friendship based on Eurodance. That's European excellence for you

[un1tyyjhm]

idk what about yall but i love it sm

(im dyeing my hair blue as well next week :3)

[buurmanuitwien]

hii love ur new joost imagin, if your reqs are opened i wanted to request a joost x reader where theyre dating and they do the trend grwm except my boyfriend does the voiceover

ofc!! i hope u enjoy, sorry it's short, finals szn is evil >:(

grwm

influencer!reader x joost

fem!reader x joost

description: you're an influencer, and joost does your voiceover.

//fluff

word count: .6k

WARNING: RPF FANFICTION AHEAD

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a/n: sorry if your not from a german speaking country, pretend it's whatever language u speak from that one line

“Try being an influencer for a day,  try it.” is by far your favorite Tiktok quote. 

Because you have! You are actively an influencer and by god is it easy. A minute long video of you doing your makeup every morning, with a vlog, fit check, or rant video later, and you made enough to live comfortably. This left you with time to do your favorite things, put your full effort into side projects that result in something you love, volunteering at your local Women’s shelter, spending time with your boyfriend.

Who, by the way, your fans adore. When you first hard launched it was an odd mingling of fanbases. The fans of his music weren’t exactly the type of people who’d watch a pretty girl list her pet peeves while washing her face. But then again, your fans, your actual fans, the ones that followed every side project of yours and met it with overwhelming praise and enthusiasm, they were the type to be into Joost’s stuff. In fact, one of the top comments was “OMG MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING”. But over the years, as you have evolved into a more individual creator, Joost and you became a unit. You had ad libbed on a number of his songs, he was in many of your videos, so on and so forth. 

So it wasn’t surprising for your followers to receive your latest video. You at your desk filled the screen, and Joost’s voice began to play.

“What is up guys? It’s Joost, and I’m here to voice over mijn meisje’s morning routine.” Joost exclaimed, intro practiced and perfect from his days being a content creator. 

“Joost!” Your followers can hear you whisper laugh. “They don’t speak dutch!”

“Um okay. Hallo zusammen. Guten Tag.” He speaks in short, terrible german. 

You start to laugh again, but it's quickly covered by Joost’s commentary. “So first, she puts these clips on, forehead out. Now she's putting something on her face uh..”

He trails off as you put REFY primer on your face. You weren’t a fan of the primer, but you chose it for the video because it looks like-

“Is that fucking jizz?!” Joost shrieks and you lose it in the background. 

The video goes silent for a second before a new recording starts. “Sorry for the interruption, back to regularly scheduled programming.” 

You begin to put on foundation as Joost says, “Now we’re onto the base, AKA contour.”

A quiet “no” accompanied by a giggle has him correcting himself. “No, she says no.” he says, trying to stifle a laugh. 

You begin to blend with a beauty blender as Joost says, “Now we are hitting ourselves in the face. Why?” 

He pauses for a second as you show off a blush palette to the camera and begin to apply. “Okay now we are putting on some blush on our cheeks to um… make em red, make us look more.. Happy?” Joost tries. 

You cackle but quiet immediately as a new body enters the frame. Joost is now on screen, as voice over him gleefully says, “Oh eyeliner! I know this one! But who's that sexy guy?”

Video-Joost carefully lifts up your chin, eye pencil in hand. As he carefully begins to apply it, voiceover-Joost is loudly complaining. “Who does he think he is? Touching my girlfriend like that.” Joost finishes applying your eyeliner in the video and presses a kiss to your forehead. Voiceover-Joost is still loudly complaining, until the sound of a pillow hitting his head shuts him up. The video ends with you smiling and waving at the camera as Joost says softly, “Oh mijn liefde, zo mooi.”

[prairieenyasblog]

quick procrastination sketch

[droomgrxxt]

im so confident a lot of the times that joost shows sliver of tummy its for the tumblr whores

[sigbookofpoems]

HE'S BLUE MY LORD

[ifuckinglovelobsters]

bts of that one kfc ad that joost was in for some reason

[kleopatrik]

SMILEY!!!!

[tombstonelmao]

JOOST × HOMESTUCK??

[un1tyyjhm]

[buurmanuitwien]

lfde

famous!reader x joost

fem!reader x joost

description: you and joost made the mutual decision to keep their relationship private and out of the public eye when you started dating. many years down the road, joost leaves a surprising comment on an edit of you. chaos ensues.

//very fluffy, like tooth rotting, angst if you look under a microscope

word count: 1.7k

WARNING: RPF FANFICTION AHEAD

No one knew the two of you were dating, in fact, the public viewed both of you as chronically single. The decision to keep your relationship private was made due to both of your sizable fanbases. Each of you were famous in your own rite, but both of you knew both the joys and struggles of being in the public eye. False rumors, creepy fans, and little privacy was enough to make the decision an easy one. 

At the time.

Over the years, as you and Joost finally realized that you were it for each other, no doubt about it, you started to feel the pull to express your love for him publicly. Your 5 year anniversary was the hard, your poor friends following your finsta were bombarded with photos of the two of you. But the part of you that wanted to let the world know that Joost was yours, and has always been yours, was still clawing away at you.

However, you knew Joost. He was a (your) wonderful, loving, kind, fun guy. But he also was anxious, guarded. He kept the things he loved close to him as if they’d slip away at a moment's notice, and he was right to think that opening a relationship up to the public eye would change things.  You agree, but you also think that you're at the place in your relationship where you could withstand pretty much anything. You didn’t know if Joost would agree though, and you didn’t ask.

So imagine your surprise that one morning. You wake up, sun bathing the room in a light glow as your bedroom’s curtains hang stiffly in their daytime positions. The spot next to you in bed is unfortunately cold. You sigh, disappointed but not surprised. His album was very close to being done, and you knew how he got when the finish line was in sight. 

You reach to your nightstand to grab your phone, only to be met with something slimy. You yelp in surprise to see your fingers are covered in grape jelly. You turn to see a plate of toast, a cup of water, and a note laying on your nightstand.

sorry lfde,

tantu coming in early 4 finishing touches. i’ll bring home the usb, you’ll love it. also, i made breakfast B)

ik hou van je lieverd

joost :p

You grinned cheesily at the note, gently folding it up and placing it in the top drawer. You had accidentally started collecting them– you couldn’t help it! You loved everything about the notes, from Joost's messy scrawl, him drawing out text emojis, to him being too lazy to spell out “liefde” and shortening it to “lfde” (a very common thing for him to do, but it’s okay, you think it’s hilarious). It’s all so very endearing and so very Joost. Not to mention the also knowing the project he had put all his time and effort into was finally going to be shared with you. He had yet to tell you much about it, you didn’t even know the title. 

You surveyed the toast before taking the plate into your hand. As you were taking your first bite, you turned on your phone. 8:18? Not bad, especially for a Friday. 26 various missed calls and 47 texts? Very bad, for literally any time. Your friends had called you a bunch, and spam texted. “WTF why didn’t u tell me u were spillin” and “do u know he did this” were a few that stuck out. As you frantically scrolled through your notifs, desperately trying to figure out what had gone on, you reached the last two notifications. Second to last was Apson, who left a simple “You’re cooked”.

Last was Joost, at 4 in the morning no less. He had woken up that early? He sent a link to a Tiktok, and said “damn.”  You clicked the link to the Tiktok, and you can honestly say you were surprised.

Now, with a fanbase comes fan edits. You know this. As narcissistic as it may be, you watch a few of the ones that make you look like a badass when you need an ego boost. You rarely watch, however, the thirst ones. Of yourself at least, Joost is a different story. But here you were, watching a spliced video of you at an event where you decided to wear a particularly revealing outfit. You giggled like a child a bit at the thought that Joost saw it, watched it, but then your eyes drifted to the bottom left corner of the screen. 

“Joost reposted”

You inhaled sharply. Has anyone besides your friends noticed? You ran to the comment section to see. Accidentally doing yourself in, you read the top comment.

Joost: smash

[Liked by creator]

You stared frozen at the screen for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. You could be pissed at him, really you could. You could shoot him a text right now about the logistics of how to go about this and such– or you could take it as a challenge. You bit your lip and reopened your messages.

You: oooh u wanna play this game?

You were happy to see the text bubble pop up within the minute.

Joost: if you up me i will up you two times ᕙ(  •̀ ᗜ •́  )ᕗ

Alright, bet. You had envisioned soft launching him more times than you could count, so opening Instagram and making a story was almost muscle memory. You inserted a photo of him and the comically oversized stuffed bears he got you for your first anniversary and began cropping. It ended up only being two bears with Joost’s legs and arm in the photo but still– his tattoo was visible. If you knew what to look for, you knew. And now, people were looking. You added the Beatles “Here Comes the Sun” in the back and hit post to the story.

Five minutes later:

Joost: oke so we’re doing this 

An additional five minutes later:

Joost: check tiktok

Tikok? Okay. Chances are, he was not lying about upping you. You opened the app immediately, as excited as a child opening Christmas gifts. You watched his latest video, eyes glued to the screen. It’s old, probably taken two or three years ago, and it starts with Joost's face filling the entire screen. His expression blank, he slowly pans the camera out and up as a remix of ZIPLOC by Tyler the Creator and 4:44 by Jay-Z played, revealing his head on your lower stomach and your thighs resting over his shoulders. You gasped as the camera pans to show your face, and video-you proceed to stick your tongue out playfully and snake your hand into his hair to give him a playful ruffle. His face erupts in glee, and the video replays.

He’d fucking done it. Both of your faces were fully in that, fully visible!  There was no way anyone could mistake you as anything but his, and him as anyone but yours. You rolled around in bed, overflowing from happiness, before sitting straight up and snatching back your phone. Sure this was cute, but you couldn’t let him win. Okay, time to reopen Instagram. A main post to a platform with double digit million followers oughta do the trick! You selected a recent photo of the two of you. You’d taken it on a digital camera, on the couch of a friend's apartment during a get together. You have one wired earbud in your left ear, and Joost has the other in his right. Joost is dead asleep, his head resting on your shoulder, eyes peacefully shut. Your head is resting on his, your face smiling sweetly into the camera. You shakily copy and paste “oke so we’re doing this” and let out a small chuckle before hitting post and instantly chucking your phone across the room.

The nerves have hit you. This was dumb, so dumb,  and god you’d be lucky if your PR manager didn’t kill you. But also, it cannot be that bad right? Right?

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It can. Nine long hours have passed since you’ve posted the photo and Joost hasn’t acknowledged it. Didn’t like it, didn’t comment, didn’t reply to your taunting “haha i win” text. Nothing. Radio silence. Your friends have been blowing up your phone but you won’t reply yet. You won’t make any other moves until Joost makes his. 

You stare at your phone screen, waiting for something, anything to happen. Jesus christ, thank FUCK it does. Spotify shockingly sends the notification:

An Artist You Follow Just Dropped!

Joost just dropped an album! Listen now on Spotify.

He did what?? You quickly check his social media and right on his story: an album cover with the text “album three months early. no promotion. i win.”

What. Did. This. Bastard. Do. You run to Spotify, and hit play. The opening track starts to play and… what the fuck? You knew he was experimenting with other music styles. He’d told you about trying to lean more emo on a track, and the sheer amount of My Chemical Romance he played while making it made you feel as though you were back in middle school. But this was so soft, shockingly so for Joost’s recent style. And then there are the lyrics. It was very Paul Mccartney-esque, with two characters' love story being told over the course of the song. While Lelie and… Grug’s tale was incredibly over the top and dramatic, the chorus was very different. The way Grug spoke about Lelie was poetic and gentle, true love pouring from every word. You listen in shock because, this… this was the Joost you got on Saturday mornings, sappy and sweet. You click on the song see the title: lfde

You let out a noise of pure shock and glee right as you hear the door to your apartment slam. “I win! I win ! I win, I win, I win!” Joost chants, and you leap up to meet him. 

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a/n: fully wrote this with reader being an f1 driver in mind. just thought id share. also forgive me for bad grammar / punctuation or anything of the sort english is not my first language LOL. i also ihave another version of this that ends differently so if anyone wants that lmk!! n i take requests :P