timewillpasssoon

[timewillpasssoon]

ETERNAMENTE !

PAIRING — bob reynolds x gen neutral!thunderbolt!reader   ,   + family!thunderbolts

SUMMARY — ten months have passed since the thunderbolts/new avengers grouped up. a few days ago you got badly injured during one of the group missions, making you have to stay in the compound with bob- who also is staying at the tower, practicing gaining control of his powers.

WARNINGS — you/your, spoilers for thunderbolts*, mentions of abuse, child abuse, reader and bob’s poor mental health, alcohol, fighting and stabbing, knife and guns, injuries, blood, mutual pinging, suggestive, kissing/making out, hair pulling (bob receiving), no full on smut though (soon dw,,,), swearing, reader has no superpowers but has enhanced senses, lmk if i missed any !

WORDS — 9.0k

NOTE — inspired by eternamente by gal costa !!! sorry if there is spelling errors,,, also happy one year to this account ! i have like two other large Bob fics and one Bucky fic in the works, hopefully i don't lose motivation </3 anyways enjoy

this was honestly bullshit. at least that’s what you thought. you’ve haven’t been able to participate in missions for the past week since this damn injury. during a mission, your task was to make sure all civilians in and near the crumbling building were safe and sound. when entering the very large establishment, you managed to get lost while looking for more innocents lingering. then you saw someone in your peripherals, hiding, trying to attack you when you were oblivious to their presence.

having extremely enchanted reaction time, you were able to defend yourself when they tried to strike you. your arm shot up just as the pipe was about to strike your skull. pain shot through your upper arm, but with the adrenaline now pumping throughout your entire body, that pain only felt like a medium sensation. you twisted their wrist making them drop the pipe that was once held in their hand. you were quite busy kicking the metal away from them that you didn’t notice the knife they pulled out of their pocket.

with a very swift motion, the unknown person stabs your right shoulder with all their might. you scrum out a piercing roar, the pain being too much to handle. you ducked down, your right knee making contact with the dusty floor while your other leg was still bottom shoe–floor contact. your sudden movement made them dig the knife deeper into your skin. with all the panic and momentum stored inside, you grabbed their arm mid swing and twisted until their shoulder popped. their grab on the knife was none as they screamed out for help, yet that gave you more courage to continue the fight. 

with them crying like a little baby you were able to sweep them off their feet (in a literal sense) and have them over your shoulder. with all the strength you had, the action of throwing their body on a nearby desk was accomplished. the wooden structure broke in half due to impact. with a knife still stuck on your shoulder you pulled out a gun on them, “you done?” was all you handled to say.

the next couple of seconds were a blur. you were going to comm Yelena and Bucky about the person who was obviously in the gang you were catching, but they quickly kicked the gun off your hands. you stammered in pain as they tried to reach for the gun now on the ground and succeed. without a second thought, they aimed it towards your head. with only half a second of reaction time, you moved to the right so the bullet wouldn’t go through your chin. yet, this movement only made the small life ending copper go through your shoulder. 

immediately once the mission was complete, you were rushed to the med bay. you don’t remember much due to you automatically spacing out when the doctors and nurses were trying to stop the bleeding. once the stitching and bandaging was down, you were ordered to rest for at least a week and a half. despite all your protests, the full week and a half agenda was pushed. the guilt of having an unplanned and unprompted rest was starting to get in your head. you swore to the rest of the team that the stabbing and bullet wound didn’t affect you anymore, but Bucky wasn’t having any of that. “just a couple more days.” he would constantly say to shut down your attempts of persuasion.

although, you couldn’t really complain about your free little vacation. you got to finally relax- even if you thought it was undeserved- and Bob was there to keep you company. after the whole press announcement about the group being the “new avengers” Bob was put on hold. he decided to train so he could figure out how to control his powers and intrusive thoughts. so, that meant being stuck in the compound. whenever you asked how he thought about it, he would never complain about it. he was too perfect. quiet, shy, observant, but had those few little moments where he would shine during group hangouts. and whenever those tiny scenes played out, you couldn’t help but smile.

you distinctly this one time that pulled your heart strings.

this happened three months after the Void incident and it was finally game night. it was one of those rare days where there was no training, missions, and chores to do. so of course with all of you bored out of your minds. Alexei sat everyone down in the living room for ‘family bonding’. everyone protested in their own ways. Yelena said she was too tired to stay up, Ava saying straight up no, John being slightly intrigued despite saying “I don’t do games”. 

Alexei still tries to lift their spirits up! “bah! you all complain now but soon you will laugh! bond, cry maybe.” Bucky and you are the first ones to give up the tough guy acts and just get the board games over with. Bob is soon to join the two of you, placing his half read book down and getting up from his comfortable chair, now sitting right beside you on the floor in a swift motion. your hands were placed behind your view, letting yourself lean back against your palms.

while Bob was about to sit down, he placed a hand on the ground to give himself more balance. doing that he was obviously reckless with his hand placement and next thing you know his fingers glazed on top of yours. you didn’t retreat your hand though. no, instead you darted your head at the now more nervous man beside you. finally completing his motion of sitting down, he quickly apologized in his usual scrambled manner. the way he backed away made you somewhat frown at his action. “it’s alright, don’t worry.”

the reassurance was needed to be honest. yet, you weren’t sure if he was afraid about the possibility of making you face your past or if he was genuinely appalled by the touch of you.

it had taken what felt like hours (it was really like four minutes), multiple threats to Walker, a shit load of Alexei’s persistence, and snacks for the rest of the thunderbolts to join. they either sat on the couch or floor. Alexei cheers in excitement, “that’s what i’m talking about! family!” Ava picked out the Monopoly, which should’ve been the first sign of a chaotic night, to be the game of the night.

with the group being knee deep into the game, everyone was either gaining headaches from screaming at each other, or laughing their asses off. first it was property wars. Yelena scoffed at Walker, “you bought boardwalk? so predictable.” and temu Captain America clapping back with a “it’s called strategy, Yelena. you should try it sometime.” then it was Ava being on everyone’s ass whenever they landed on her property, saying the amount they owned her with too much glee. “you know you could say it with less joy.” Bucky mumbled at her as he gave her $750 of his play money.

the next phase was getting the rules confused. well, it was mainly Walker but that was only because he was trying to cheat. occasionally Alexei would mix rules together so he could justify why he was giving himself money (he fought for the banker position). Bob with his hefty debt to you and Ava. “you owe me $750!” Ava deadpanned at Bob, which made him widen his eyes. he stammered on his words “uh- i um… i’m retired!!!” he played off a cute little smile.

you looked at him because of his change of voice tone. but his toothy smile made you continue your staring. with him being somewhat close, the distance made you really look at him.

his posture was slightly hunched forward, eyes darting between you and Ava as he gave out his excuse on why he couldn’t pay either of you. there was a softness to his features despite the obvious anxious expression. his hair was messy, mainly due to his fingers running through his own locks. the dorky smile he had plastered on his face grew slightly as he peeked at you, catching your goggling. the sudden eye contact made your chest feel weirdly warm. as half a second went by, your eyes widened, trying to respond to his response. Ava interfered with the very uncomfortable eye contact (it was only uncomfortable to the rest of the group), “you’re not retired-“

“could be,” he shrugged, his smile shrieking but it was still visible. “early retirement… because of um- emotional distress!” you squint your eyes at him, disregarding his answer once again and demanding he payed you and Ava back- mainly you. he nodded aggressively, mumbling the words “got it” under his breath and looking back at the board. yet his eyes still lingered on you for a short period of time that everyone saw. Walker makes a face and calls the two of you out, “are we playing the game or flirting?” which resulted in more arguments.

you will never forget that moment because that was the day you realized how Bob was your exact type. he was always there, yeah sure, but you never really gave it a second thought until that night. ever since then, you would steal glances his way. you liked the way he would blabber about a topic he knew too much about. or when small pieces of hair would fall on his face when he did the dishes. what you didn’t know was Bob felt your pair of eyes on him twenty-four-seven. he didn’t mind at all though. yes, it made him nervous but a good type of nervous, you know?

throughout the entirety of your small break you managed to get mildly closer with Bob. you were already close to him already, but there was still this barrier between the two of you. though, the other thunderbolts could tell there was a small lingering feeling. they noticed way before the two of you did. so, at the start of your break, the both of you were too shy to make a move. you guys would pass by in the kitchen and have that awkward moment where the two of you are facing each other and stepping on the same side thinking the other would move the other way. whenever you entered the living room and Bob was already there, he would stammer to himself before existing the large room.

it was so frustrating that you didn’t have the courage to talk to him. you could do a one versus three but you couldn’t ask a man to go get coffee with you? it made you feel pathetic. this weird feeling you were experiencing was sickening- no, straight up cruel. and it was all because of Bob.

on day four you managed to gather up the courage and go up to Bob. he was in the living room space reading a book peacefully. his eyebrows furrowed as he got more invested into the book. the way he would mouth out the words he was reading was somehow cute to you. shaking your head mentally, you cleared your throat loud enough for him to shoot his attention at you. “uh. are you hungry? do you want to go get something- anything with me?” you asked in a mild tone, pointing at the door behind yourself so your hand doesn’t awkwardly sit at your side. he takes a moment to himself before remembering to answer.

Bob’s mouth is left slightly gaped, “you should be restin-“ without a thought you interrupt his shirt sentence, stumbling on your own words now. the words ‘i’m okay now’ or something along those lines leaving your quivering lips. despite the cold stoic expression on your face, mentally you were freaking out. you face palmed yourself for the unnecessary hesitation laced in your words.

“i mean it. a walk outside won’t break my shoulders, would it?” Bob nodded at your statement. he didn’t like the thought of you being hurt- or any of the other thunderbolts! the determination on your face that seeped out made him feel that you were telling the truth. i mean, you were right. no harm in a simple snack run!

”yeah. okay...” his soft smile that you could stare at for hours appears on his face. he jolts up and follows you outside the building and the two of you head to the nearest coffee shop after a few moments of thinking what to get.

the two of you began walking in silence. although the quiet was comforting to Bob, it wasn’t to you since you were trying to start a conversation. with a topic idea finally coming to you, you ask him what he was reading. he plays it off, the tone of his voice soft and quiet. he gives you the book title, and with you obviously wanting the conversation to move forward, ask what it’s about. he hadn’t expected that follow-up question.

he thought you only wanted to make small talk, but the way you gazed at him, that assumption was out the window. his shoulders relaxed a bit, explaining the book in the best way possible. his arms flopping around as he made little features that completed his words. “honestly it’s… kind of beautiful. sad, yeah- but not in a hopeless way!” you hummed quietly, still enchanted by his wittiness. the way he explained the book piqued your curiosity, making you ask questions here and there. he, obviously, answered them in the most gentle way.

Bob gave a small soft smile your way. once his eyes met yours, he was stunned that you were actually listening and engaged in this conversation. there was a familiar flicker in his eyes. the same emotion that you had.

“you can have it- the book- i already read it two times!” you smiled at the gesture, and without realizing you nodded at his request. “i’m down.” your guys’ steps synchronized with one another’s. the silence washed over you guys once more, but this time the silence was comfortable- easier to sit on.

the small bakery’s door was in front of you. being a person with basic manners, you open the door for the nervous tall man that accompanied you on this journey. he muttered a thankful “thank you”. once the both of you entered the cozy room establishment, the two of you looked at the menu on top of the cashier. the worker welcomed the two of you, letting the both of you have a moment to yourselves.

“do you know what you want?” your head tilted towards his body, your sight still fixated on the options ahead of you. Bob let out a muffled whimper, “mmh- i think so…” you nodded at his answer and headed towards the worker. Bob quickly followed you like a lost puppy. placing your own order, you step to the side so Bob can choose for himself. after paying and waiting, the two of you decide to eat at the tower- there being more known to the both of you.

the empty living room was expected. Bucky, Ava, and Walker were on a mission while Alexei and Yelena were on another. you speed walk to the couch, placing the bag or pastries on the coffee table as well as your drink right beside it. today felt too peaceful. the low ruckus of the city outside, the warm orangey-yellow glow of the lamps, and Bob’s quiet footsteps behind you.

he hovered awkwardly near the arm of the couch, unsure whether to sit or wait for permission to do so.

you plopped down and leaned back with a soft sigh. “wanna watch a movie?” you glanced up at him, a spark of boldness slipping past your usual self. Bob blinked, surprised. he shifted from foot to foot, the hesitation practically oozing off him. “uh… yeah. i mean, if you want. i’d-… yeah.” you cracked a smile at his yes, also because of his nervous structure. patting the empty spot beside you, the remote was now in your hand after a quick search for it. The smile remained on your face as he shattered on the couch, “you get to pick.” Bob’s mouth slightly opened yet no sound came out, then lowered himself onto the other end of the couch as if it might crumble beneath him. he reached for the remote, your fingertips grazing each other. quietly scrolling through the options while you stole little glances at his profile. the soft slope of his nose and the way his brows furrowed as he read the movie titles. there was something so careful about the way he moved, like he was always afraid of taking up too much space. you found it cute.

you shifted slightly, not enough to startle him, just enough to nudge your leg a little closer to his. he noticed. of course he did. you caught the way his eyes flicked down, the subtle inhale through his nose, the quick return of his gaze to the screen. He picked out a random movie. the both of you had no idea of its existence.

the once empty screen was now broadcasting the opening scene of this unknown movie. you leaned forward, offering Bob another bite of your pastry, out of habit. he gave you a sheepish smile, shaking his head. “i’m good. uh- thanks, though.” trying to mirror his smile you accepted his rejection. with the gentlest lean, under the idea of getting more comfortable, your shoulder now brushing just slightly against the edge of his. yes, it did slightly sting, but it was going to be worth it. the silence stretched.

still, Bob said nothing.

you let the warmth of the moment settle around you like a blanket, your fingers inching a little closer to his on the cushion between you. and Bob… didn’t move his hand away. just as you were about to make a move on Bob, by trying to interlock your fingers with his, Alexei and Yelena burst through. it was mostly Alexei who rushed in. he let out a loud “WOOH!” alongside a bunch of small laughing fits. a concerned Yelena was behind him, “you need to go to the med bay.” her tone was harsh, but genuinely uneasy about his physical state. Bob, who gets started whenever Walker smacks the fridge door shut a little too hard, obviously got freaked out by this sudden nuisance.

his hand that was once on the couch cushion is now interlocked with his other hand… great! Alexei stumbled a little but held his arms up in victory. he made eye contact with you and Bob, ignoring Yelena’s concerns entirely. “you should’ve seen it! i threw a guy into a dumpster. headfirst!” his iconic dad laugh piercing everyone’s ears. Yelena, unimpressed and exasperated, pressed a hand to his side. “you are bleeding, you idiot.”

Alexei waved her off like she was being dramatic. a somewhat hurt expression on his face. “that's no way to talk to your father!” he pointed at himself while the last word left his mouth. then, noticing the way you and Bob practically split apart like guilty teenagers, Alexei paused. his eyes narrowed. interrupting Yelena’s pestering, he loudy asked “-wait a second… did i interrupt something?” everyone but his own eyes were on the giant bloody gash on his right arm.

you and Bob immediately shot up in sync, voices overlapping in awkward unison. “no!”

you glanced at Bob, who looked just as horrified to have blurted it as you felt. clearing your throat to recover your composure, you motioned vaguely toward the TV. “we were about to watch a movie,” you muttered, tone overly casual. Yelena, hands on her hips, arched a brow and gave Alexei a knowing look. Alexei grinned, practically glowing with glee. “ohhh, were you now?” he teased, eyes twinkling with mischief. “young love is in the air, eh Yelena?”

Yelena sighed, but her smirk betrayed her amusement. “mmhmm.” she said, voice deadpan as she gave you both one last glance, then turned Alexei around by the shoulders. “let’s go. before you bleed on the nice furniture.”

as Alexei stumbled forward with Yelena guiding him, he turned over his shoulder to shout, “don’t let us stop you! just pretend we were never here!” the door finally closed behind them, but the silence that followed was no longer soft and inviting. it was fragile… like glass was between the two of you. glass that was easily breakable, yet the both of you didn’t dare to break it- even touch it.

you both now stared at the screen. the movie played on, the main character now on screen doing god knows what. you shifted, slightly, settling back into the cushions with a hush exhale. Bob didn’t say anything. he kept his eyes on the screen, hands folded in his lap like he was in a business meeting. the space between you wasn’t that wide, but it felt like miles. the warmth from before was extremely cooled from that little show Alexei and Yelena preformed. no shoulder brushing. no hands creeping closer.. just two people, trying to pretend like they hadn’t just almost held hands like squeaky teenagers.

day five was alright. it was the morning after your little movie night. remember? the one where you and Bob sat too close? yet you didn’t touch nor speak about it. pretended the movie was the highlight of the night when, really it was the almost-moment you shared before it crashed and burned. do you remember?

existing your barely refurbished room. the smell of sweet breakfast croissants and warm syrup drifted throughout your hallway. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, feet dragging on the floor. as you walk towards the kitchen, plastic bags could be seen on the kitchen island. you automatically assumed that someone ordered breakfast.

your tired gaze landed on Yelena, who leaned against the counter, a smug smirk plastered on her face, while Bob stood awkwardly across from the cocky woman. his hands were stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. he had an embarrassed look on his face anyone could decode. Bob’s head turned when he heard your rushed footsteps. his shoulders perked up.

“good morning!” he said with that soft smile of his. the same one that makes you melt inside. your heart skipped- of course it did. “ mornin’.” you replied, trying to sound chill, but it came out a little breathless… real smooth. Yelena snorted into her iced coffee like she’d just read both your minds. “i was just asking Bob,” she said, pointing a finger at the man in front of her, “that i am heading to those pet stores to buy stuff for my baby. want to join us?” her baby obviously being the guinea pig she found before we knew Bob. Yelena had a look of ‘go with my lie’ that was daggered onto Bob. his confused face now turned into an obvious cover up. He mumbled a ‘yeah’. the finger once pointing at Bob, now pointing to one of the plastic bags on the counter, her eyes had a look saying ‘help yourself’.

you covered your mouth, yawning right after, nodding as you did so. “sure, i don't have a mission to go on, so...” making your way to the plastic bags to grab one of the boxes. as your fingers brushed one of the styrofoam covers, Bob leaned forward instinctively to help, but your hands met halfway. a light touch. nothing major. barely a second. you both froze. just like the night before, there was that moment. unspoken, electric, warm. Bob gave you a soft look. one that said he wasn’t sure if this was allowed, but hoped it was.

you pulled your hand back gently, not too fast.

Yelena squinted at the both of you, then grinned so smugly. “i’m just gonna… take this food to my room. far from whatever this weird thing is,” she muttered, “were leaving at two.” and walked off, sipping loudly from her straw.

that left just you and Bob.

you stared at the box in your hands like it was going to offer advice.

“so…” you said, glancing up at him.

“so,” he echoed, already fidgeting with the string on his hoodie.

the silence stretched, but not in an awkward way.

you both just… stood there for a beat, clutching your respective food containers. neither of you spoke, but you weren’t exactly avoiding each other’s eyes either.

Bob’s lashes were longer than they had any right to be. his hair was still a little messy from sleep. floppy, kind of soft looking, like he’d just rolled out of bed. there was a faint flush on his cheeks. the yellow and orange tones radiating from the morning sun casted onto his tall figure. he looked good in the morning light.

Bob’s eyes flicked over your features too. they were lingering a bit too long on the corner of your mouth. he was mentally bookmarking everything about you. he opened his mouth once. a brief moment of courage sparked in his face-

“ayy! what’d i miss?”

-Bob’s spark dimmed almost immediately. the loud, screechy voice of Walker barreled through the hallway as he marched into the room. behind him came Ava, tying her hair up in a messy ponytail, looking more awake than either of the three. she nodded in your direction, then squinted at the two of you seated side by side.

Bob blinked like he’d just been caught doing something illegal. his once gaped mouth was completely shut now. Walker made his way to the plastic bags in front of the two flushed humans. he furrowed his eyes, pointing his head up so he could face Bob and you while his hands grabbed a styrofoam box filled with breakfast. “why does this feel weird in here?” he asked, looking between you two. “you guys fight or something?”

“no?” you said too quickly.

“no!” Bob added, way too in sync with you.

Ava gave you both a long, slow look, then leaned on the island, clearly amused. “oh. i get it,” she said, “you sat too close during your little movie night, didn’t you? almost kissed or some dumb crap like that?” her voice was light but teasing, the kind that made your stomach flip for all the wrong reasons. Yelena definitely told her what happened when she and Alexei barged in. you’ll have to remember to get back at her. Bob nearly choked on his own breath. “wha- no, that’s not-”

you accidentally cut Bob off, “excuse me?” Ava just laughed in both of your faces. “you so did..”

Walker squinted, chewing on a piece of croissant, his mouth too full to make a comment. Bob looked like he wanted to disappear into his hoodie. he was trying to keep his cool, but the tips of his ears were visibly red now. “we were just... watching a movie.”

“sure,” Ava said, dragging out the word. she held her box in one hand, a drink in the other, and gave you both a mock salute. “well. we’re taking this to the training room. the silence here is giving me second hand tension.”

Walker was already halfway to the door. “you guys figure your stuff out or whatever.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but Ava held up a hand without turning around. “don’t care. bye, lovebirds.”

the door shut behind them. leaving you and Bob alone, with nothing but a comfortable- yet anxious- conversation about to arise.

the rest of the day was a breeze. Yelena picking and choosing what her little baby needed- more like what she wanted, but you weren’t going to tell her that- while you and Bob were just yes men when she needed two second opinions.

oh but day six. oh lord day six was heavenly for your eyes.

the training room was fairly quiet despite a breathless Bob training in there. you hadn’t really planned to go in. honestly, you were just passing because you had to go to the med bay so you could re-wrap your shoulder wounds. strolling through the hall, you see the door wide open, a wooden door wedding stopping it from closing. once your body was directly blocking the door, you saw Bob inside. he was already mid-workout, a focused expression etched on his face. he hadn’t noticed you at first. his back was towards you, muscles flexing with every movement as he practiced strikes on one of the padded dummies. you stepped in silently, leaning on the edge of the door frame, eyes glued to the way he moved.

he soon stopped his punching, his breath out of control. in a swift motion, he faced his whole body towards the door- where you were at-, tugging the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his forehead. that damn shirt. it lifted enough to show the cut of his abs, the glisten of sweat trailing down his toned torso. your gaze lingered maybe a second too long and Bob finally noticed you once the cloth was out of his clutch. his smile twitched, a little embarrassed expression could be seen on his face.

he paused, chest rising and falling with deep breaths you were too familiar with. the faint smile on his lips is still visible. “oh! i didn’t notice you! ” he spoke out, voice a little breathless.

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you. “i was... passing by. sorry.”

he nodded, clearly not believing you. “right.” neither of you said anything after that. he went back to punching the dummy. you didn’t leave.

day seven and eight were just as special to the both of you. the warmth and comfortable silence between you guys was impeccable. you talked about anything that came to your minds. and the other would engage in said conversation.

something had shifted, softly, naturally. the tension that once sat heavy between you and Bob, awkward and skittish, had melted into something quieter. something safer. eight months ago, every accidental touch was followed by a quick retreat, with Bob frantically saying sorry, being scared that he may send you back to cursed memories. but now… now it is different. now, when your hands brushed when the both of you tried to grab a cup, or walking side by side with your knuckles brushing against the other’s, it didn’t feel like a mistake.

there was a moment, on day seven, in the hallway outside the armory. you had both reached for the same door handle while being too carried away in the conversation. your fingers met, overlapped. but this time, neither of you moved away. his thumb grazed your knuckle, slow and warm, and you didn’t flinch. you didn’t even look away. Bob gave you a soft, almost sheepish smile, like he was still surprised he was allowed to linger. but you moved through the door together. the conversation did not stop one bit. this felt normal. you liked when he stood a little closer now, like it was natural to take up space next to you. the way his laugh softened when it was just the two of you. something was building- something good.

day nine.

it was another regular fun day. the morning was utter chaos because Alexei decided to cook breakfast for everybody. flour was everywhere, Yelena trying to read the instructions of the pancake mix box, Ava bumping her head on the kitchen counter when trying to pick up the falling eggs, and Walker yelling, “i swear to god if someone throws another spatula-” just before someone did throw another spatula. everybody was laughing. this was a family. the family you never got to have- the one you deserved.

the pancakes ended up looking like abstract art and tasting a bit too salty- for some odd reason, but everyone still ate them. you were sitting on the counter, legs swinging slightly as you watched the group argue over whether or not the pancakes were edible. Bob stood beside you, plate in hand, picking at a lumpy one.

“these taste like salt water…” he said, chewing slowly. you tried not to laugh but failed, covering your mouth with your hand. “you’re being dramatic.” Bob looked at you with that soft, amused expression you were starting to know too well. “he’s being honest! who put salt in this!?” Walker busted out as he tried his best to swallow the big piece in his mouth. Yelena whipped around from the stove with a wooden spoon in hand, wiggling it as she spoke. “you try making pancakes while Alexei’s screaming about protein and Ava’s throwing eggs at the wall!”

“it was one egg!” Ava shouted from the floor, still rubbing her forehead. “and my hand slipped!” no one believed her, obviously. Alexei puffed his chest proudly. “in Soviet Russia, pancakes eat you!” Bucky scoffed, not daring to touch another salty pancake.

“yeah ‘cause no one in their right mind would eat these.”

the afternoon was filled to the brim with training. you had to beg Bucky to let you join the rest of the group. “my shoulders are FINE!” and after pestering him for a decent amount of time, he budged. although you knew everyone would go easy on you, that didn’t matter.

the sky outside had dimmed to that deep navy blue, the compound settled into a calm, tired hum. everyone had broken off after training to shower, change, and unwind. Walker had declared himself starving three times before the group finally agreed on takeout. a debate about which place to order from led to a chaotic argument before they all shuffled out the door. Ava making a snide comment with a pointed glance at you and Bob, Yelena grinning knowingly. Alexei offered a dramatic thumbs-up. and just like that, the door shut behind them.

you and Bob were left behind. not a purpose, definitely. the poor excuse Yelena made was that someone needed to take care of her baby- and that someone was you and Bob.

you both migrated to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with soft sighs. the air between you wasn’t heavy or awkward. it was warm. the TV played something neither of you were really watching, and conversation picked up like it always did. something dumb, lighthearted. “that was back when i was getting used to this whole ‘being in the spotlight’ thing.” you said, smirking as you leaned back on the couch. “but now that i look back on it… it’s very cringy.” Bob laughed, the sound being very genuine.

you were mid-laugh when the sharp sting flared through your shoulder. your body tensed, face twisting as you accidentally pressed too much weight against the injury. the laughter died on your lips, and you winced. you drew in a slow breath through your nose as you tried to be nonchalant.

Bob immediately became alerted, an alarm flickering across his face. “hey- hey, are you okay?” you nodded quickly, biting down the discomfort. “yeah. yeah, just leaned on it too hard. It’s not much of a stresser, i've been through worse.” trying to lighten up the mood once again. the comfortable air immediately dimmed once the small whimper left your mouth.

he blinked, frowning. “worse? like what?” the word echoed softly, almost unsure. his brows furrowed, curious about your past. he never knew about, didn’t cross his mind since he was so scared of triggering a horrible memory lane when touching you. and then he seemed to catch himself. “i mean- i shouldn’t have asked that. sorry. i didn’t mean to,”

“it’s okay,” you cut in gently, your voice softer now. you said a little more confident, hand pressed against the sore spot. you didn’t look at him right away. “you can ask.” Bob didn’t speak, but he stayed close. he didn’t want to push your boundaries. after a beat of silence, you started to talk. at first, it was just vague words. the kind that circled around the truth without landing on it. you mentioned the pain that started all of this. you mentioned places you would never forget. with a tone Bob understood too well. his eyes never left yours. they were soft and sad. not with pity, but with that kind of deep, quiet empathy that comes from knowing. 

you already knew Bob’s story. the Void rooms made sure of that. you knew the weight he carried, the things that broke him. you knew more unfortunate details than the rest of the group.

three months ago.

it had been one of those rare nights where everyone let their guard down. the mission was successful so everyone was relieved. the mood was unusually good. someone, probably Yelena, suggested drinks in the common room, and no one fought her on it. bottles were passed around, music played low from someone's phone speaker, and everyone fell into soft laughter and slurred confessions. Ava and Walker were in the middle of a heated debate about what counted as a sandwich. Alexei was passed out on a bean bag with a half-empty beer still loosely in hand. the night was soaked in the kind of hazy comfort that made even the haunted feel a little human again.

you and Bob had drifted toward a quieter corner of the room, the lights dimmer there, shadows softer. you sat cross-legged on the floor, your back to the wall, with your third drink still untouched beside you. Bob sat across from you, knees bent, arms resting on them casually. he looked more relaxed than you’d seen him in a while. maybe it was just the moment.

he was the one who broke the silence first.

“i used to sit like this under my porch when i was a kid,” he said quietly, looking down at the floor like it was somewhere far away. you rose your head once sounds came out his mouth. he continued, “i’d sneak out at night and just… sit. pretend i was somewhere else.”

you tilted your head. the alcohol consuming your voice, “why under the porch?”

he shrugged, his expression faintly amused, faintly sad. “it was the only place nobody bothered me. ’m dad didn’t care enough to come looking. house was small. loud. angry.”

you stayed quiet, letting him keep going if he wanted. and he did.

“sometimes i’d just lay there, listening to the world and pretending i wasn’t in mine… until my dad would come and force me back inside. dragin’ me inside..”

your fingers fidgeted slightly, heart softening with every word. he was drunk. already on his fourth drink and the consumption was making him speak his mind. you thought that he wouldn’t want to share this in a sober state, but you were wrong. he wanted to be… open. honest.

Bob’s shoulders dropped slightly, not with defeat but with a strange kind of relief. he kept going, the toxic liquid making it easier to swallow the words he’s been dying to tell someone else. the sad details whenever his father would abuse him or his mother. it caused him pain, so you listened. all your attention on him and his story.

he stopped speaking after his background got to the part where he moved to Malaysia. his shoulder stiffened, “i didn’t talk about it for a long time. thought if i buried it deep enough, it wouldn’t matter. then the Void rooms…” he trailed off, eyes flicking up to meet yours. he had that tiny smile he would always do whenever he was at a loss for words. “you saw it too.”

you gave a slow nod. “i did.”

“you didn’t look at me any different afterward… did you?” you still gave him those smiley eyes you gave him back at the vault Valentina sent you in.

“i never would.”

he paused for a moment, remembering all the pain his father caused him. all the built up anger he had because of the man who hit him every chance he got. yet, he released the tension in his shoulders. his eyes filled with terrible nostalgia. “…’m sorry.” you shook your head at his apology. “you don’t have to be.”

you reached out his hand, which was on the floor to make sure he didn’t tumble down. he was too indulged in his mind to notice. or to care.

and that was it. he didn’t say thank you. he didn’t need to. the air between you was already filled with understanding. two people, each with their share of dark stories, sitting quietly in the middle of the night while the rest of the world carried on in laughter and debate.

you won’t forget the look he gave you… so gentle, like you were something precious he didn’t know how to hold yet. that stayed with you for days.

that’s why it was easy to speak now. because he wouldn’t try to fix you. he would just listen, like how you listened to him. his torso angled towards you, his hand resting between you two on the couch, close but not touching. when you finally stopped talking, the silence wasn’t empty. it was full of things neither of you needed to say. Bob’s face had contorted somewhere in the middle of your explanation. his brows were furrowed, lips pressed tight, something raw in his eyes. as if he wanted to take every wound from your past and carry it himself.

you gave him a small, tired smile. “you don’t have to say anything,” you said. “just… being here’s enough. sorry.”

Bob moved slowly, like he didn’t want to scare the moment away. his hand finally reached for yours, the backs of his fingers brushing gently against your skin, testing the waters. when you didn’t pull away, he threaded his fingers through yours properly, his positioning more comfortable. secure but gentle. there was something so patient about him, like he’d wait forever if you needed him to. the silence between you two wasn’t awkward… it was full of understanding. full of everything that didn’t need words.

you shifted closer without really thinking. something in you just wanted to be near him, physically, emotionally, in every way you’d been too scared to admit. Bob noticed, opening his arms slightly, an unspoken offer. and you went in, resting your head against his right shoulder, your good arm draped across his chest as his arms circled you in return. you both just held on, unmoving, like that stillness was the only thing holding you both together. you felt the weight in his breathing. two people broken into half, trying to hold each other together.

“we’ll get through it,” you murmured, your voice small but sure. “all of it. you, me… the others too.” you smiled against the fabric of his shirt. “even if the therapy bill’s gonna be astronomical.” that made him laugh, really laugh. sincere and something in you bloomed. you laughed too, maybe because he did, but it didn’t matter- that warmth was real.

after a moment, the laughter faded into a soft, quiet moment. he pulled back from the hug. not fully, just enough so your faces hovered inches apart. so close you could see the pure blue in his eyes, the way his expression softened just for you. his hand cupped your cheek like he wasn’t sure he could. your breath caught, not because you were nervous, but because you wanted this. you’d wanted this for so long it hurt.

his voice was just above a whisper. “can… uh- can i kiss you?”

you didn’t speak. you looked at him, memorizing his soft lips. the way his gaze traveled from your eyes to your lips. the tracking was slow, he was giving you every second to pull away. but you didn’t, couldn’t. all you could do was slightly nod at his questions.

Bob gulped, barely audible, but visible in the tight movement of his throat. his breath hitched just enough for you to notice. his eyes searched your face once more. it was as if he wasn’t sure this moment was real or if he would wake up from a dream. his thumb brushed your cheek so gently it made you ache. you could feel the hesitation in him, the way his body wanted to close the distance but his mind was still asking if this is okay. if he deserves this.

then, slowly… so slowly, you watched the uncertainty in his eyes flicker into something else. not confidence exactly, but a quiet uplight. his head tilted just slightly, and his lips brushed yours with the kind of softness that made your chest squeeze. a light touch, almost like he didn’t believe he was allowed it, but the moment your lips met, something in him exhaled. Bob’s hand curled a little firmer against your cheek. the kiss deepened, not in intensity, but in presence. there was a growing certainty in the way he leaned into you. like he was realizing that yes, this was real. and you weren’t going anywhere.

it wasn’t a quick kiss. it wasn’t frantic or uncertain. it was deep, slow, and emotional. as if he meant it to tell you something words never could. his lips were warm against yours, the contact tender but solid, like he was grounding you both in that exact moment. yet when he leaned in, and your lips met… something in you hesitated. you didn’t lunge in right away.

your lips stayed just barely there, your body still as your thoughts caught up to you all at once. not because you didn’t want this. fuck, you wanted it. had wanted it for longer than you were ever brave enough to admit. but suddenly, panic whispered in the back of your mind. what if this ruins things? what if this kiss turns all the warmth between you into something awkward? you and Bob had become something so rare… so safe. comforting. real. what if one kiss cracked it apart? you felt like you weren’t ready for a relationship. your state of mind being in shamble, you couldn’t bear hurting Bob. 

and underneath that fear was another, heavier truth: you weren’t okay. not completely… your mind was still a mess of cracked mirrors and half-healed wounds. you were still walking through the smoke of everything you’d survived, still trying to convince yourself it wasn’t your fault, that healing didn’t make you weak. and Bob. he wasn’t okay either. you could see it in his eyes every time someone brought up the past. you were both survivors of different hells, still bleeding in ways no one could see. and the idea of starting something that required vulnerability, balance, effort. it terrified you. so yeah. it was not because you didn’t want him, but because you did.

Bob noticed your absence. his lips stilled against yours, then slowly pulled back, just an inch. his eyes opened, searching your face with a flicker of concern, maybe even regret. the worry in his expression wasn’t about himself, but you. it was written all over him, in the slight tension of his jaw, the retreat of his touch. he thought you’d changed your mind. that he crossed a line.

but the moment you saw that flicker in his expression, saw him start to fold in on himself, you snapped out of it. you surged forward before he could retreat any further, placing a hand on each side of his face, cradling him with a kind of urgency that felt like it had been building in your chest for months.

you kissed him back just as carefully, your fingers tightening around his. the ache in your shoulder dulled beneath the rush of warmth curling in your chest. your lips moved against his with more weight, more heat, more emotion. Bob let out the softest exhale, like he’d been holding his breath. and this time, there was no hesitation in him. it was intimate in a way that made your heart clench.

this wasn’t just a kiss. it was everything you’d both buried beneath late-night conversations, shared glances, unspoken understanding. there was longing in it. not just for each other, but for connection. for a future that didn’t feel so lonely. Bob’s hands came up to your waist, grounding you as he deepened the kiss, pulling you just a little closer until your foreheads nearly touched. his lips slowed again, dragging gently against yours like he didn’t want to let go.

you shifted again, getting almost unbearably close to him now. Bob didn’t move as you nudged closer.

his hand splayed out on your back, twitching against the fabric that covered it as you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. you angled your head to the side, deepening the kiss. your eagerness encourages him, syncing with the way you moved against him. the kiss broke apart, that being your choice. his hair was splattered around even more than before this mess happened.

when your hand slid further into his hair, and tugging the strands, he let out the smallest, softest moan. it was so quiet and desperate it sounded like it had been buried within him for centuries. it only made you shift yourself towards him even more. the sound settled low in your stomach, warm and aching, and without thinking, you shifted closer. your knees brushed his thighs, and you climbed into his lap, straddling him slowly, carefully, like testing the weight of a choice you couldn’t take back. his hands found your waist instinctively, holding you there like he’d been waiting for this, for you, and wasn’t sure he was allowed to ask. the space between the both of you vanished entirely now, breaths mingling, your forehead brushing his. being this close, feeling the solidness of him beneath you, was grounding, safe.

his eyes never left yours, he kept every ounce of attention on you, waiting for your next action, hanging on every moment. his breath hitched when you finally closed the gap once more.

Bob’s hand slid beneath the bottom of your shirt, his fingers traced small shapes on your skin that managed to send shivers through your body. you felt the muscles in his arm shift as he pulled you even closer than you already were. the gap can't even be called a gap. now, you two were chest-to-chest. to the point that you felt his literal heartbeat pulse through your own chest. his hand tensed against your soft skin.

without thinking, you moved your hips to test the friction. Bob noticed this sudden reaction and leaned towards it. he spoke, a worried and questionable tone noticeable, “is this right?” you nodded, not pulling away from this crime scene. “yes-”

his lips returned to yours with new urgency, not rough or greedy, just deeper. like he was pouring something sacred into the space between you. his tongue brushed yours and you moaned into his mouth this time, your hands tugging again at his hair. you felt like your whole body was humming, pulsing with something electric and raw.

you could taste his breath, warm and a little shaky, could feel the slight tremble in his hands where they gripped your waist. when he sucked your bottom lip, your fingers continued to tug his hair, and the groan that left his throat was sinful. soft but devastating. you felt dizzy, drunk on the heat building between you, the tension that had stretched for months finally snapping, unraveling like it never wanted to end.

then. footsteps. loud ones.

a group of voices followed. Yelena’s unmistakable laugh carried through the corridor, loud and chaotic and startlingly close. you both froze, lips still pressed together but unmoving, breath lodged somewhere between your lungs and your throat. another voice followed. someone else from the group, joking, teasing, unaware of what they were about to stumble into if they came any closer.

you pulled back with a sharp inhale, Bob’s lips were swollen and wet with your saliva, his pupils blown wide with want. he was breathless, like he’d just come up from deep underwater, and you mirrored the same sentiment: gasping, flushed, chest rising and falling in uneven patterns. your hands remained on either side of his face, and he blinked at you like he couldn’t process how the world was still spinning outside of this.

“shit-” you breathed, your voice a mix of panic and disbelief.

you scrambled off of Bob’s lap, nearly tripping over yourself as you grabbed a pillow and sat beside him instead, trying to act casual while your heart was still sprinting inside your chest. Bob ran a hand through his hair, making it worse, and shifted on the couch to sit up straighter, trying to regulate his breathing. your hair was tousled, cheeks flushed, and you didn’t need a mirror to know exactly how wrecked you looked.

the door flung open a second later, and the group filed into the room. Yelena first, still laughing from something John had said. but the second they laid eyes on the two of you, everything slowed. their eyes did a quick sweep.

Bob’s ruffled hair, your flushed face, the heat still radiating between you both like static. no one said anything at first. the room filled with a charged silence, and then…

“oooh,” Yelena sang, narrowing her eyes with an enormous smirk. “what did we interr-”

Bob turned bright red, stammering as he leaned forward, elbows on knees like he was trying to act normal. “nothing. we were just… talking.”

“talking?” John echoed with a snort. “man, if that’s what talking looks like, i need to have more conversations.”

you tried to hide behind the pillow you’d grabbed earlier, biting back a mortified grunt. your lips still tingled, and your heart refused to slow. Bob peeked at you from the corner of his eye, and even with the embarrassment thick in the air, there was something incredibly warm beneath it all. like whatever just happened between you didn’t feel like a mistake, no matter how messy the timing had been.

but the teasing that was about to happen would be a death sentence to you both.

[timewillpasssoon]

this is so frustrating. this happened to me three times already and i am getting tired of it. do not repost author's works without permission! this is the main reason why i stopped writing... please report this person!!!

1-800-clawro.

‼️‼️‼️IMPORTANT ‼️‼️‼️

There is an account called ohmyjung on Wattpad that has been taking fanfictions of many tumblr writers and posting it onto their so called ‘books’.

This entire page is bullshit. 1. It doesn’t matter if your tumblr likes are disorganized, hell, mine are too, but hey, ever heard of fucking reblogs?? With fucking tags?? That way you can read your smut and emotional fics separately???

Also, it doesn’t matter whether you credit the original poster. It doesn’t matter if you have the og post linked, the creator linked, because you DIDNT FUCKING ASK FOR PERMISSION‼️‼️

Take @sh1-n0bu ‘s multiples works you have stolen and placed onto Wattpad.

In addition, just because you say that you’ll take the post down if the creator asks you to, it’s not like they are even able to find it?? This only came to light not too long ago, and it was only because @dvlboy found out and told @sh1-n0bu .

This takes away people who like the posts you have stolen because they are now able to find a conventional source to read their fav works. Without supporting the original poster. This is literally stealing.

Also, 10 books? 10 full ‘books’ full of stolen pieces you have never, EVER asked for permission for? If you didn’t ask my moot’s permission to cross post her work, you sure as fucking hell didn’t ask the rest.

You have no excuse. Reblogs exist, tags exist. SIDEBLOGS EXIST.

This person has not received ANY form of backlash. Not a single bit. I have already called them out in one of their chapters under the account FandomWorld2, but that is not enough.

They must be called out on this. They have been posting MULTIPLE fics in a single day for over a year.

Here is the list of creators they have stolen from. And keep in mind this is only the sub! Genshin book. And most is not all of these creators (even if they don’t exist anymore, tagged wrongly, have moved, if so, please let me know) have had at least more than one of their works stolen. In addition, it does not matter if some of these people have deleted or already deactivated their accounts. You still stole many writers’ works for nearly a year and you deserve to be called out on it.

@secretivemessenger @dvlboy @saelipse @uplatterme @sugarcause @piphours @qaevze @sh1-n0bu (I’m so sorry for tagging you three times 😭) @topheecoffe @smashsubs @woncherie @dilucsrevenge @devilris @rene-darling @dains1ief @dottcre @winterjoy500 @nxiispire @fatui-gf @noomiisz @latimeria-fell-from-heaven @mackjlee9 @cyberbark @fanfic-gallery @thedevilsdom @t4rt4gl14 @xkseii @iansrambles @grincubus @cybersp4c3 @sour-chaii @bunny-eats-fox @sinfulcries @akkkkollle @acid-ixx @genacity @1-800-clawro @chifuyusangel @fairydollsteps @lovingelegance @etsuven @k0rek1yos @euph0ric-bliss @seaoflostdreams @darlingpwease @oceisastar @jhuzen @hhonghu @mothmanperson @latimeria-fell-from-heaven @simeralli @yaekiss @yanyanfeii @limitedtempo @nickae

Again, ONE BOOK! Only one book, and this how many creators you have stolen from. I’m going to bet all my life savings, none of these creators have ever received a dm from you asking if it was okay to use their fics.

Once again, thank you @dvlboy for bringing this entire matter to light. The fact that some people have the fucking audacity to do this is beyond appalling, considering a lot of writers put their passion into this.

Also I don’t care if I clog up the tags. This deserves all the recognition, both good and bad.

Personally, I’m grateful I don’t have to see my works get stolen or crossposted. But if I do, I’ll be sure to tell you to your fucking face because I don’t like my works being posted anywhere or by anyone other than me.

[timewillpasssoon]

NO ME QUEDA MÁS

pairing . Joost Klein x singer-gn! reader

content . you are addressed as 'reader', reader can be seen as male or female, mentions of unrequited love, jealousy, insecurities, suggestive mentions, making out, best friends to lovers, angst to fluff

summary . you find out that your crush of three years, Joost Klein, might have a girlfriend, you can't hold onto your feelings anymore.

word count . 2.7k words, 15,6k characters

author's note . i love Selena, i grew up with her music and this song is the bomb. i HAD to make a fic. wanted to make this pure angst but the angel on my shoulder said no. sorry for not uploading, gas leak in my house iususisjhs, also sorry to all the Jazlyns...

These past three years have been an agonizing struggle, concealing your true feelings in the depths of your heart. Having to pretend that you don't see him in a romantic light. During meet-ups with the friend group, you have act as if his light touches don't affect you, that they don't make you think of unspoken actions.

Despite knowing Joost for a decade, it's only recently, three years ago, that you've confronted your true feelings. The realization that your heart yearns for more than just a friendship with him shattered your view of Joost. You recalled of all the time where you dreamt of him. The way he loved you in those dreams made you squeal with excitement, though, you always remind yourself that those are just silly dreams. The weight of this secret is unbearable. No one can know of this, especially Joost.

A year ago, a new addition was made upon the friend circle you are apart of. Appie introduced her into the group, Jazlyn. She quickly found her place among the group, being welcomed with open arms by everyone, which included you. With each gathering from then on, the dynamic shifted, letting her in on the activities the group does. As precious time went by, everyone could see the slight bond between Jazlyn and Joost.

You got word that the two were hanging out privately within nine months of knowing her. There was an unwelcomed feeling in you, jealousy, which was brewing up inside you. The horrid feeling took root within your heart. The thought of Joost being with some else haunted you. When they were seen to have a moment together, shadows filled with doubt and insecurity casted over you.

They were seen as a cute match, flaunted as a picture perfect match. That ignited a volcano of emotion within you, a blend of rage and sorrow. You longed to be the one by his side, to be his perfect match. Yet the shards of your broken heart prevented you from vocalizing your feelings. Your silence was too haunting that Joost couldn't help but notice. He was accustomed to your endless support and enthusiasm, so when you kept to yourself for a few months, he sensed the complete switch.

The announcement of Joost's acceptance into Eurovision was exciting- thrilling. You were overjoyed with happiness, your heart filled with support. You were planning on congratulating him with a typical hug with words of support and love. But before you were able to, Jazlyn took the chance to lunged at him like a leech. She showered him with affection.

She held him in her grasp, not letting Joost go for what felt like two whole minutes, he didn't let go. You hoped he did, but he embraced her as well, pulling his right hand over her. Looking at everyone, then to you. Full eye contacted was made, Joost really could sense something was wrong.

That night, you made a conscious choice to retreat into silence, to shield your heart, sacrificing the warmth of his presence to protect yourself from further pain and heartbreak.

Your interactions with Joost reduced to mere small talk. Despite his much persistent attempts to figure out why you have been so detached, you would dismiss his worries by say, "I'm fine." Yet Joost remained suspicious, you're 'reassurance' was not much help.

You didn't have much courage to confess your feelings knowing something might be happening between Jazlyn and Joost.

You had nothing left other than to just cheer for the two.

All you can do is relegate yourself in the shadows, concealing the overbearing thoughts of Joost. Over the span of two lonely months, you had hope, deep in your soul, that one day he'll return to you- to stay with you. That hope slowly faded, the past two months passed breezily and there was still no confidence in you to speak your mind. Your heart having to play as if you only see him as a friend.

Within the complex code of your feelings, the realization settles in. That you played yourself a fool. You thought the love you had for Joost was to be reciprocated, but amongst more thoughts to yourself, it was truly just banter for Joost. All the jokes about being each others future every things were empty, sweet, nothings.

. year twenty thirteen

"What if I never find a boyfriend?" You say, chewing apart the gummy bear in your mouth into shreds. The scenery ahead of you two was quite beautiful. Joost and you were having a picnic in a near by park. He smiled, his eyes illuminated by the soft hues of the late afternoon. He was on your left, a light chuckles left his lips. "I'm sure you'll find someone charming and handsome, reader!"

"Someone like you?"

you joked, but now that you think back, it wasn't a joke.

He laugh at your quote-on-quote joke, his hands grabbing a gummy bear. "let's make a promise," He shifted to his right so he can fully face you, "If were are still single by the age of... thirty, we'll marry each other!" Your eyes widened, you heart beating a little more faster for some reason. Your hands shaking just a tiny bit.

"How did you come up with his promise?" You tilt your head to the right, your eyes locked with his. "I just want an excuse to be able to marry you." he pauses for your response, but your not quite sure if he's joking or not. He quickly laughed at his own joke so you can tell he wasn't serious.

Something in you wanted him to be serious.

"So?" Joost says, waiting for an answer. "Don't you think thirty is a bit young?" Joost nodded, his right hand placed on your left shoulder just now. "Fine~"

"If we are still single at thirty-five, we will marry each together!" He stuck his hand out, all his fingers down except for his pinky.

You reach for his pinky, interlocking yours with his.

"Alright!! Deal."

. year twenty twenty-four

Eurovision ended, it was an crazy event that was not at all fair. the whole time when Joost was in Sweden, he tried to text you everyday, yet you wouldn't respond. when you do reply, it would be excuses on why you haven't responded. saying that you're busy with producing your latest song, that you are at an event and so on.

Upon Joost's return to the Netherlands a week post-Eurovision, Appie and Stunje orchestrated a small gathering for everyone in the friend group to relax and celebrate the amazing achievement the three men achieved, despite the horrible treatment they got they stood tall. Reminding each other that making it to Eurovision was still a life long goal they had.

As you entered the restaurant selected by Appie and Stunje, the smell of delectable cuisines floated around the establishment lure your senses from the moment you stepped in. Approaching the hostess, you asked if there wads a reservation under the name of Joost. With a gracious smile, she directed your eyes to the spacious booth in the left side of you. You thanked her and walked to the circle booth. In the middle of the circle booth was Joost and Jazlyn, him being on Jazlyn's left side.

As you drew in a breath, a smile graced your lips. Sending a wave to your friends, commencing a exhale with a hint of nervousness. "Hey guys, sorry for being late!" You spoke up so they can hear you through out the other building's noises. Appie's grin enlarged upon your arrival. "No need for apologies, you're five minutes late tops!" He said cheerfully, as the others echoed their reassurances, Appie casually passed you a menu. "Order what you want." He encouraged you to get whatever delight you desired.

The gathering that was ensuing was a nice, relax one. Where everyone was sharing experiences and exchanges. Stunje, Appie, and Joost telling the group about the adventures they had in Sweden, beyond Eurovision. After that you eagerly said details about the latest and upcoming album in the making. The remaining in the group also recounted their own memorable adventures and enjoyed time from the preceding two months.

"To Joost!" exclaimed a friend, lifting their glass of liquor in a toast, prompting others to follow them. In unison, everyone raised their glasses, their voices saying, "To Joost!" With that announcement, they all partook in a sip, sealing the sentiment of celebration.

Some time has now past from the first shot of liquor, what seemed to be around an hour and a half of more and more talking and drinks. Throughout the event, you could feel a pair of eyes on your body. You looked at Joost a couple of times, often catching him staring at you, sometimes he wouldn't look away when you caught him. You often had to be the one looking away.

What was up with him? You think in your mind, the weight of his staring making you start to slouch in your seat. You weren't uncomfortable, you were more curious of why he would staring at you and not Jazlyn.

As the alcohol began to take its effect, the atmosphere grew increasingly relaxed, ushering in a wave of lighthearted banter.

Amidst the hangout, one friend, ventured into more intimate territory. "So, spill, Joost and Jazlyn," they teased, their curiosity peaking. "What really goes down when you guys are alone?"

When the question popped, Joost shifted in his seat, his eyes hovering over you and the friend. Jazlyn seemed to love the question, clearly into him as well. "That's a secret between us!" She exclaimed, hinting to something suggestive. Joost shook his head in defense at her as some quietly yelped an 'oooh'. "Nothing really happened, we accidentally stumbled on each other at a cafe." His defense silenced the people at the table, he soon turned his gaze at you.

An individual detected the palpable tension polluting the atmosphere and drifted the conversation towards more joyful topics. As the subject shifted, so did the collective mood, transitioning into a brighter one. However, despite the huge effort to uplift everyone, your countenance remained stone cold, a hint of heartbreak brewing beneath the surface. Despite your façade of a fake light smile, the searing ache of what really could've between them gnawed at your soul.

You found yourself stuck in your head and loathing- yearning for him still. The desire for his touch in places deemed inappropriate stirred in your head. You wanted him all over you, and you hated yourself for it. Similar thoughts were in Joost's mind, craving to feel your hands upon his body. He wished you were the one clinging on to him, not Jazlyn.

Unbeknownst to you, tears welled in your eyes until the ringtone of your phone jolted you back to the present moment. Hastily, you lowered your head to covert your face, also stealing a glance at who was calling, which was Bambie. With a shaky voice, you excused yourself from the table, "I need to take this…" The sadness in your voice betraying you. As you raised your head slightly, Joost's view revealed the glisten of tears in your eyes and the wetness of your left cheek. Rising from your chair, you swiftly answered the call and hurried out of the restaurant.

Your voice quivered slightly as you responded to the call, "Hello?" Stepping outside the establishment, you were met with Bambie's eager greeting, "Hey reader-!!!" However, their sentence trailed off as concern laced their voice. "What happened?" Bambie's voice dripped with worry, ears catching the shiver in your voice that hinted at tears.

"Nothing happened-"

"Do not say that! Tell me the truth."

You let out a resigned sigh, knowing that not answering Bambie's questions would be futile.

"It's just Joost. I need to get over him. Jazlyn is clearly into him, and he's probably reciprocates those feelings," The weight of unspoken emotions bearing down on you. Finding solace on a nearby bench along a secluded pathway, you continued,

"I've held these feelings for what feels like a lifetime, yet I've never found the courage to confess. Maybe if I had spoken up years ago… maybe then, I would have stood a chance."

The discourse extended for an additional eight minutes, during which Bambie provided comfort and support. Throughout, a mutual exchange of humor ignited shared laughter. As the conversation drew to a conclusion, Bambie's attention was diverted by another incoming call, ending the conversation with you short.

Once you ended the call, you sat by yourself. The scenery before you was beautiful. Despite the unwavering support offered by Bambie, your heart remained steadfast in its love for Joost.

The thoughts in your head circled back. there was still tears in your eyes. You sighed at looked at your lap, not noticing the person walking up to you.

"You okay?"

You looked up to see who was there.

Joost.

With a swift gesture, you brushed away the traces of your tears, composing yourself and assuming an upright posture. "Yeah, I'm fine," you uttered, averting your gaze from his eyes. In response, he emitted a soft sigh, removing his jacket as he sat next to you. Draping it around your shoulders, "What's really going on?" he persisted, his tone had a twinged with concern, prompting a deeper exploration of your underlying emotions.

"You've been weird since Jazlyn was invited in the friend group."

You rolled your eyes at his try to get you out of your shell. You didn't respond to him, "C'mon reader! Please, tell me..." Joost's voice was very whiny, that made you bite your lip. "Why do you want to know? Go back inside, it's your party after all... you should be there."

"It's not fun without you. I miss you." You look at his eyes, around three inches apart from each others lips.

"I just been busy. It's taken effect on me." You weren't really lying, you have been busy with your new album. Although, that's not the real reason why you were crying today.

"Be honest with me!" He begged you with deep whininess in his voice. "Please."

As you remained motionless, a palpable tension hung in the air, from the intensity of his gaze. His piercing blue eyes wants to see every contour of your body, as if seeking to unravel the deepest secrets of you, imbuing the moment with an undeniable sense of desire.

"We should go back inside." Your asserted dominate. Your stern voice made him widen his eyes for a bit, catching him off guard, before going back to his begging eyes. His fingers lingered to yours momentarily, it was his silent plea of more connection to one another. "I'm begging you reader," He stopped to catch his breath.

"Please, please, please. I won't judge you."

You still didn't have the confidence to confess, yet you were prepared to get rejected. "Joost, I have to confess something."

You breathe in and exhale lightly. "I like you- a lot. I liked you since the day I met you."

His demeanor softened perceptibly, a subtle shift that suggested a newfound sense of ease. "If you don't like me back, I understand-." He stopped you by grabbing your hand. "Can I kiss you?"

"h-huh?"

You stared at him like he was crazy, yet he was still waiting for an answer. "I like you too reader. Since the day we had that picnic... it felt like you've casted a spell on me."

"You remember the promise?" Your heart swelling from his confession. You intertwined your fingers with his, placing both of your guy's hands on your lap.

"Yeah. I was afraid you forgot about." You laugh at that joke. You? Forget that precious moment?

Never.

"Kiss me." You whispered, not having much confidence behind those two words. He smiled, pride and love in his face. In the hushed intimacy of the moment, you and Joost's eyes locked in a silent exchange of longing and anticipation.

He inched his face closer to yours, his free hand was placed on your chin. You couldn't wait any longer, not even a second more. You filled the gap between you, lunging your lips onto his. Your free hand on the back of his head.

Your two's lips met in a tender collision, a symphony of sensation that sent shivers down each person's spine. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the gentle exploration of each other's warmth.

Joost pulled away before coming back for seconds. The small kisses grew more urgent, more steamy. The two lost themselves in the passionate, heated make out session. Them wanting more, to take off the cloth that's covering the parts they want to see.

As they broke off the kiss, their chests rose and fell between seconds. They stared at each other, lust in there eyes, yet loved was the more massive feelings as of right now.

HAD TO CUT IT SHORT OF I WANTED TO FINISH IT. lowkey would've wrote 1k more if i didn't have a deadline for myself. take care guys

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THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !!!

just wanted to say thank you for 100 followers and all the support, you guys are the best and there are tons of requests im finishing up! let me think part 3 is close on being finished, and I have 3 other posts on the way

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HELLO!!! Maybe in the second part there's some drama 🫣 Maybe a dating scandal with another person and Joost is heartbroken but Y/n is like No, I only like Joost!! And Y/n reaches out to him first and apologizes for all the drama and he asks her to come to one of his concerts??

LET ME THINK...

pairing . Joost Klein x fem-celeb! reader

content . fluff, reader is an actress, you are addressed as 'reader', reader is the same age as joost, fake social media screenshots,

summary . you announce that you are a huge fan of Joost Klein in an interview... and he sees it! He just so happens to be a huge fan as well.

word count . 1,9k words, 10,8k characters, 3 screenshots

author's note . guys i did it, i wrote part two. there will be a part 3 (maybe a part 4!!). the part 3 will include the dating drama...!!! ALSO ME AND KÄÄRIJÄ HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY, LETSGO

You honestly couldn't believe it. That your celebrity crush just said you were cute. That he's too shy to talk to you??? You found this out when you were in a Café.

Finn decided to take you out to a nice, but little Café. A nice outing with his “older sister”, he said.

You and Finn were chatting about recent drama you both recalled when your famous friend, Ella Purnell, suddenly FaceTimed you. As you answered, she said her quick hello and mentioned something about Joost responding to your interview. However, her words were muffled by background noise, and you only caught Joost's name. "What are you talking about?" you asked, a sense of panic rising within you, hoping it might just be a prank call.

Meanwhile Ella, between her hair and makeup session with her crew, urged you to check Twitter. "He responded to you... you'll be pretty happy to hear what he said," she exclaimed. With a mixture of dread and curiosity, you glanced at Finn before hurriedly opening Twitter to investigate. As you navigated to the trending section, your heart sank as you read the top headline: "JOOST REPLIED."

“Ah, shit.” Finn checks Twitter as well. His jaw slightly drops, probably an inch down. “He saw it?” Ella hums at Finn's question, “He probably saw the interview right as it dropped.” Finn nodded.

You freeze as you click on the button, two tweets on your screening both saying that Joost Klein responded to Reader Lastname. You clicked on the clip attached to one of the tweets. It was Joost in his iconic blue spiked-shouldered suit. Appie and Stunje are barely on screen.

The video starts on by Joost speaking, "well, I am honestly very flattered that someone beautiful as her would be interested in me."

He continues, "When I saw the interview, I froze! She is one of my favorite actresses. Reader is amazing at her job!" The interviewer chuckled, "Oh! Well maybe you should message her!"

"No, no! I am too embarrassed to make the first move...

“But she is very pretty.”

You were in a state of frenzy, alternating between giggling uncontrollably and wiping your sweat that was on your forehead. You were also kicking Finn's legs in excitement. "Will you stop doing that?" Finn chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. The video repeated, indicating that you watched the whole clip.

Both Ella and Finn witnessed your surprised expression. “Amazing, right? That means you have a chance!” Ella shouted, trying to make herself more audible over the commotion behind her. “I think I'm going to faint.”

Finn placed his hand on his own forehead, looking at the video one more time. Never before had you felt so embarrassed and dizzy in your life. “You should text him.” Finn smiles at his friend, placing his phone down on the table, lifting his fork. “You know what,”

You take a moment to think about it. Maybe you should make the first move. Well, you kind of had to, since Joost quote-ly wasn't.

“Alright, I'll text him-!” Ella and Finn cheered you on, “Atta girl!”

As you reached for your phone to check your contacts, a sudden realization washed over you.

"I don't have his number," you muttered, a sense of disappointment creeping in. Finn and Ella, who had been cheering you on moments before slowly, gradually fell silent. "Well, shit," Ella exclaimed, her tone reflecting a mix of frustration and disappointment.

She glanced away from her camera phone, redirecting her gaze to the mirror in front of her.

“You can't DM him on Instagram, he doesn't have them on.” You don't question how she knows that. Okay, maybe she might have tried to message him about you when the interview first dropped, but she couldn't.

“How am I going to contact him?” Finn raises his cup of coffee to his lips, “We have connections…?” Finn suggested a solution but you weren't listening because he explained it too fast, or maybe because it wasn't that good… Ella sighs fidgeting with her baby hairs, “We should ask around. To see if anyone is close to him.” Ella's suggestion was the best one out of the two.

She picked up her phone, you can hear Ella start typing, in search of finding friends that know friends that know friends that know Joost.

Finn unlocking his phone on his way to mass message all his contacts.

…

How long has it been?

It felt like an eternity, but in reality, only about twenty minutes had passed. All you wanted to do is talk to (maybe) your future boyfriend.

You got a message back from someone in your contacts.

The three of you have tons of connections that you just asked around if anyone had his number, and after what seems to feel like hours...

YOU GOT IT!

You got Joost Klein's number from mutual friends. Your old co-star is friends with a Greece singer who is also friends with this Finnish rapper named Käärijä.

And Käärijä is really close with Joost...!!!

You got Joost's number from Käärijä, “What should I say?” You asked Ella and Finn. Your palms were very sweaty, emphasis on very.

“A simple hi would be good.” Ella said smiling, you couldn't tell if she was making fun of you or not. “What if he finds it weird that I got his number through his friend?”

“How else would you get it? He's ‘too shy’ to make a move. You had to get it somehow.”

Finn finished taking the last sip of his coffee before saying that. He lifted his eyebrows indicating that you should agree with him. “You know he's right. His friend probably already told him that you have his number. What if he's waiting for you?” Ella teasing you to hit the send button of your text.

...

And she was right. Joost was pacing around his room as he got the news from Käärijä. That the most beautiful woman, Joost's words, is going to text him any minute now. “I don't think I'm ready.” He admitted aloud, the weight of anticipation and nerves settling heavily on his shoulders.

Joost has loved your movies and shows since your career started. You were a great actress and had an even greater personality from what he has seen online.

Also, when you revealed that you knew some Dutch in an interview… he loved you even more. “What!? Why… Do you not like her?”

Joost sighs and backtracks, “I do! I'm just nervous. How would I reply to her message?” Käärijä lets out an airy laugh. “I'm not sure… But you'll figure it out!!”

He was no help, thought Joost. He sighed when he heard Käärijä's advice. The two of you were a nervous wreck.

Käärijä spoke again after hearing Joost's depressed sigh, "I'll help you think of a response when she does text you."

“What if I mess this chance up with her?”

/

"What if he thinks I’m weird?"

The air was filled with worry. “I don’t know…” Finn rolled his eyes, telling you that if you don’t bag him now, someone else will.

You knew he was right, so you swallowed all your embarrassment.

“Maybe a simple explanation?” You ask your two friends before sending your text. “Yeah, whatever, just send it!” Ella couldn't wait anymore, rushing you to send the message already.

“Alright, alright!”

You typed out your message: “hey joost, it's reader! I got your number from a friend of yours. wanted to say hey and if you're down to talk ^^”

“Is that good? Oh god, maybe I should just say ‘hey’.” Ella rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed from your overthinking, “It's great. Don't overthink it,” Ella chuckles at a thought that popped in her head, “He's already getting you stressed out and you guys aren't even together yet.” Yet. That word made your stomach twist into several knots. You and Joost haven't had a proper conversation yet.

There were a lot of “yet”s in your thoughts. Finn snapped you out of them, saying, “Listen even if you mess this up, there are other fish in the sea, right? You don't even know him that well enough to be stressing this much.”

Was that advice the best? It was decent but he was also somewhat right!

“What great advice, Finn, be my therapist!” Ella makes a mockery at him just for a good laugh. She was successful on making you laugh quietly while staring at the now empty plate in front of you.

“Whatever, I'm always right.” Finn scoffs, tilting his head to the side. “If you don't want to text him you don't have to.” You look directly into his eyes, you weren't quite sure what to say. “Yeah but…

“I want to.”

You straighten your posture and click the send button. Your three letter message is sent within five seconds of you pressing the send button. “Did she actually do it!?”

Ella asks Finn, nodding yet she couldn't see, “Holy shit, she did it!” Finn cheered quietly for you. “You did it, Reader!” Ella claps her hands together, bringing her tied hands in front of where her heart would be.

“I feel better.” Ella smiles at your comment, “I'm glad you took the first step. I have to get going now! But text me when he responds! Cheers!” Ella quickly ends the call after you and Finn say your goodbye to her.

You smile at Finn, the knots in your stomach going away. “Want me to take a photo of you?” Finn asked as he unlocked his phone to go to the camera app. He swooped some of his hair, that was once in front of his forehead, behind his ears.

“Duh!" When he finished taking a photo of you in the green Café, you snapped a picture of him as well.

It was later in the day, around six pm from where you were currently located at, the nice cool air breezing through you and Finn. When you first sent your text to Joost, it was around ten am, making it seven pm in the Netherlands. It took him around ten minutes to respond to your first text. It was him reassuring you that he was down to chat.

The conversation lasted for a couple of hours, getting to know each other well enough within the four hours he had. The talk ended due to Joost having to go to bed, him being nine hours ahead of you was sure frustrating, you wanted to talk for a few more minutes but respected his goodbye. The rest of the day was traveling around with Finn.

You were in Finn's car, in a random semi-empty parking lot. A little takeout box on your lap. You were staring at the sky, having thoughts, little ones that weren't going to stick for a while.

Finn placed down his tiny bow on his lap as well. "What are you think about?" He snapped you out of your thoughts. "I think you know who I'm thinking about..." He smiled at you, nodding his head slowly as he looked away. "Should've known."

Finn sighed, "Just spit it out already!" He could tell something was bothering you, something that may involve a certain Dutch man. You shake your head. "It's nothing bad." You take a moment to yourself. "Just feel nervous."

You shifted in your seat, facing Finn that was in the driver's seat. "He's really nice, sweet, and just overall understanding! I know we only talked for, what- four hours? But he's pretty decent from what I had."

Finn looked away, knowing you were right. "I like him more than the others." Finn smirked at you, with cheekiness, "I did some research."

You sigh, you slightly open your mouth, the tip of your tongue touching your inner cheek. "Of course you did!"

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reader and joost being on a picnic just eating fruit, fluff and reader being a master of making flowers crowns? :))

LOW NOISE

pairing . Joost Klein x gn!reader

content . reader can be seen as male or female aswell, just fluff and short

summary . reader and joost decide to go on a picnic before he leaves to canada.

word count 329 words, 1,8k characters

author's note . THIS IS A QUICK ONE WHILE IM WORKING ON OTHER STUFFF

Underneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Joost Klein and you sat on a cozy blanket, surrounded by the vibrant sky of a summer afternoon. A basket carrying fruit inside, the scent of ripe strawberries and juicy watermelon wafting through the air.

The two decided that it would be great to have a picnic date. Mainly because Joost was traveling to Canada and today was the last day before he had to go.

Joost grinned as he reached for a slice of mango, his laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the distance. You nimbled on some fresh sour grapes from the little vine, popping them into their mouth with a satisfied hum.

"This is perfect," Joost remarked, taking in the serene. "I'm glad we decided to have a picnic today." You nodded, a soft smile gracing their lips as they reached for a peach. "Me too. It's nice to just relax and enjoy the moment."

As he savored the sweetness of the fruit, your gaze drifted to a patch of wildflowers nearby. With a playful twinkle in your eyes, you reached for a few blossomed flowers, carefully weaving them together into a delicate crown. You did this by making a vertical hole in the long stem, proceeding to stick in another flower inside said hole.

"Check this out," they said, placing the flower crown atop Joost's head with grace.Joost chuckled, adjusting the crown, "Am I a king now?"

You laughed, their eyes amurged with amusement. "Of course, your majesty.” You playfully bow, which was quite awkward to do since you were sitting down.

Together, they shared a moment of lighthearted laugh, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow over their picnic beneath the oak tree. “I'll miss you. You've been so busy lately,” You stop your sentence, “But I'm so, so proud of you.” You placed your hand on his cheek, wiping your thumb left and right. Joost stares at your eyes,

“I love you.”

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hiii can you write a joost x female reader angst? they argue, he yells/says some mean stuff but it ends in fluff? 🫶

HOW COULD YOU?

pairing . Joost Klein x fem!reader

content . angst, the dutch in this is from google translate so if its bad lmk, mentions of yelling, insults, stress, alcohol, eurovision disqualification, fluff at the end

summary . when joost urges you to leave the house on a cold night, he starts to regret not opening up to you in the first place.

word count . 1.2k words , 6.5k characters

author's note . quick question, are y'all interested in nsfw? just wondering, if so send some ask.

You and Joost stood in the middle of the living room, tension crackling in the air, geting thicker and thicker as time passes by. His words cut through you like a knife, each one sharper than the last. For the past hour you've been trying to get Joost to eat and open up.. He would turn away and say he's not hungry. He'll say he's not hurting. He lies through his teeth, he was hungry and in pain, desperate need of help. So why doesn't he want it You? You tried to get him to open up to you, but you just couldn't. Everytime an attempt was made, he would slightly raise his voice.

Then finally, he yelled, his voice rising in frustration. Your eyes welled up with tears as you tried to hold back your own anger. "I'm your girlfriend, liefde! I'm here when you need someone to lean on!" You wanted to scream it out, yet it came out as a whisper, your voice cracking with emotion. He scoffed, his anger still beneath the surface.

"Well I don't need you! I am perfectly fine, there is nothing we need to talk about!"

"Can you atleast eat!?"

"For crying out loud I'm not hungry! Just stop being such a bitch."

The argument escalated, each word a dagger aimed at your heart. Joost's voice echoed off the walls, the last word hanging on your brain.

"You just don't get it, do you?" You looked at him in the eyes, rage and empathy were the only two things you could feel. "You clearly are in pain because of the disqualification! Just talk to me- we've been dating for 2 years, for crying out loud! Yet you still can't tell me your problems? Wat een man ben jij." (What a man you are.)

"You can't keep pretending like everything's okay when it's not!" Tears stung your eyes as you struggled to find what words to say.

"I thought we could work through this together." You uttered out, your voice trembling. Joost shook his head. "I don't know if we can," he admitted. He looked down, slowly then turning to the front door. "You should go."

You shake your head, words can't come out your mouth. Your tongue is tied together and you don't know if you can untie it. "Joost- please."

"I said get out. Ik wil je niet zien." (I don't want to see you.)

Your heart was throbbing so fast it felt louder than him,.Joost is staring at the front door then turns to you, red puffy eyes with baby tears coming out from both eyes. His blonde hair was a mess. It was covering most of his eyes but you can still see the pain in them.

"Prima." (Fine.) You take big steps yet they feel like your still miles away from your destination. You go to open the front door, "I hope you come to your senses."

Those were the last words he heard from you. Before you walked out. It's been two hours since you left his house...

and frankly, he's scared. He kicked you out in the middle of the night. It was eight pm when he demanded you to leave and with each second goes by, its past ten.

He calls you, he leaves voicemails, texts messages.

Still nothing. Checked social media and there was still nada.

God he felt awful, the worst boyfriend in the world. All of this happened because he didn't want to cry in your arms. He really did want to let loose, reveal that everything is not okay.

Yet he couldn't.

He didn't want to burden you with his problems anymore. Joost felt like he had too much baggage no one wanted to hear. He thought that everyone wants his happy-go-lucky side. You jusy wanted his true self. The Joost that is willing to tell you his feelings.

He decided to call one of your friends that happened to live by the neighborhood.

"Hello?"

"Is reader with you?"

The other line was quite crispy, Joost can hear a tv in the background, sounded like laughter in the back, maybe a comedy.

"No, why? Is everything alright?"

Joost sighed, fidgeting with a stand of hair. "No, me and her got into a fight and I made her leave- I haven't heard from her!" He exclaimed.

"Woah, woah, deep breaths." The friend on the line said, "Don't you have her location? Check if she's near the area, I'll stay on the line while you do that."

Joost quickly checked his phone to see if you turned off your location. You didn't, you forgot to. "She's in the nearest bar!" The friend hummed. "Go to her, she only drinks when she's stressed the hell out."

"Thank you so much," Joost happened to be crying again, quickly grabbing his keys and jacket. "No problem, get get her." The friend hung up on him as he raced to your location, being around eight minutes away if he ran the whole way.

He bolted as fast as he could, petrified about your safety. Where if you're black out drunk or not.

Pacing to the bar, precious seconds going by, he finally made it. it was one of the least popular bars near so there wasn't any hassle to get in. As he walked inside, he saw a women with the same color hair as you. Your head down on the table with around two shot glasses, there was three more earlier, the bartender just took them.

He sped-walked towards you, careful and still just incase you were still mad at him. He tapped you on your shoulder, but you didn't raise your head up.

"Ik heb een vriendje." (I have a boyfriend.) Was all you said. "I know." Joost calmly answered, his accent triggered you to lift your head up.

"Joost?" He nodded as he sat down next to you, his hand reaching for yours. You didn't push away his hand, as much as you wanted to, you knew he was in pain.

"Why are you here?" You softly say. You'll like to say you ignored him but you couldn't. You were certainly mad at him, but he had his reasons of sheltering himself away. So you listened instead of scolding.

"Reader, I'm so sorry- I didn't want to bother you with my problems. I feel like I just have too much going on for you to care." You felt destroyed at the thought of Joost think you don't care for him. Joost was rubbing circles on your palms.

He continued, "Can we go home, I would rather we talk there."

You smile at the chance of him opening up. You immediately say yes, standing up to leave. All your drinks were already paid for.

As the quiet, yet comfortable, walk back home he held you tight. Clinging onto your left arm for dear life. He still felt guilty for leaving you.

All alone in the streets. You told him it wasn't a big deal, that you could protect yourself. Yet the feeling guilt was still there, on his tongue. The taste was horrid.

Joost unlocked the door, letting you step inside first before closing the door behind him. That's where you engulfed him in a huge hug. Tears coming back for the fourth time.

That night ended with a deep conversation, with cuddles on the couch along with some ice cream half way eaten.

"I appreciate you having the courage to tell me all this."

You muttered your sentence out, about to knock out cold, your body longed for sleep but you kept awake for a bit while.

"I should thank you."

He smiled, tugging you closer to him. You can feel his hot breath breezing though the right side of your neck.

The warmth of each other's bodies made you two warm. You still weren't ready to give up on him.

You'll never give up on him.

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I love when people write for Joost!! Can I request a Joost x fem!reader? Like where Y/n is a very big celebrity and very well known, tons of followers and tons of recognition wherever she goes. And during an interview, she gets asked who she likes and she says Joost and the internet blows up. This causes Joost and Y/n to meet and joke about it but they then start to actually date.

LET ME THINK...

pairing . Joost Klein x fem-celeb! reader

content . fluff, reader is an actress, you are addressed as 'reader', reader is the same age as joost, fake social media screenshots, fake blood on one of the posts!!,

summary . you announce that you are a huge fan of Joost Klein in an interview... and he sees it! He just so happens to be a huge fan as well.

word count . 1k words, 5,7k characters

author's note . my editing skills are not the best... but do y'all like the banner i made. yes or yes ??!?!! didn't proofread so sorry if there are mistakes. anyways enjoy.

You and the rest of the cast are getting ready for the interview regarding your next hit series. you're quite nervous about the interview despite being in the industry for so long. Finn Wolfhard and you just finished filming a funny TikTok as you two waited for everything to be ready.

"Alright, let's go everyone!" The manager said to the main cast, that was including you. The five actors walk into the room with a backdrop of a scene of the first episode along sided with five chairs and an interviewer waiting for the cast. They all exchanged hello's to each other.

You all sat down in the chairs near the cameras., ready for the interview. As all the sound checks were done the camera started rolling. The interview started the intro and introduced the camera to the cast, them all saying greetings.

"Hello, we are here with the cast of Decay of Order!" The interviewer continued to list the names of the cast, with excitement within their voice.

The interview started off with the interviewer asking question to one of your co-star's, Peter Gadiot. Asking him about his character in the series, since he was the leader, main focus of the series. Also asking him about himself.

"Since you're the leader of the hunter's, do you think you'll be able to control them in real life?" Peter laughed, looking at the rest of them. "definitely, they see me as a father!" You nodding at his answer. "We look up to him, he truly is the real leader." Your other co-star, Louis Partridge, says with a hint of laughter coming out at the end. The rest of the crew laughing, agreeing.

The interviewer takes turns asking each actor/actress a couple of questions. Once they finished asking questions to Anya Taylor-Joy, who happened to play you're character's best friend, the interviewer turned to you. "With your character, [reader's name], she is known to be quite the tech wiz with a huge crush on Ryan Gosling-" The interviewer pausing in order to laugh, you and Anya snickering too. "But all the fans are wonder, who is your real celebrity crush?" You put your head down for a slight moment, to hide your face from the camera just for a little bit to prepare to say your answer.

"we alll know this answerr~" Peter teasing you. You would talk about your favorite celebrity all the time on set. if there was any moment that you could mention them, you would take it. Sure it was a little annoying, but the rest of the group found it cute how you obsessed over them.

"Is that so?" the interviewer replied to Peter, looking at you, slyly. "She talks about them all the timee!" Finn adding on, Louis chuckling at your shyness. You cover the bottom half of your face. "Yeah, lately my celebrity crush has been Joost Klein!" The interviewer eyes widen, "i could see you two together~!"

"She is literally so obsessed with him it's crazy." Louis proceeded to state how you try to include Joost Klein in every conversation. Finn backing him up on how you also blast Joost's music when filming is done. This was a field day for the crew basically blasting it out how much you love Joost.

"This is the worst day of my lifee!!! What if he sees this?"

"You would like that though."

"NO, I don't think I would!!"

After the interview video was up, you and Joost were trending on twitter. Sure... you were nervous to see what people would say but once you opened the app, all you saw were ship comments.

You couldn't believe it honestly. That people were shipping you two. I mean, you did like it, but it was embarrassing. He could see this and it'll be over for you. What if he finds you weird??? You were kicking your feet and twirling your hair at the thought of Joost...

You decided to post a Instagram post with your favorite song of Joost's, just to get the fans riled up!

You were curious if Joost knew about this whole interview. About if one famous actress got her heart stolen by him.

He knew.

He was freaking out as well. One of his favorite actresses finds him attractive. He was flushed when he watched the video of you and your co-stars talking about this crush of yours.

Joost was getting ready for his own interviews, he knew the question of him knowing about you were going to pop up. Joost wasn't nervous about it, instead he was quite flattered. His ego over the roof. Every other contestants in Eurovision could tell he was in a great mood.

"What has you so happy?" Bambie teased the blue suit wearer, fixing their hair a tiny bit while looking at him. "I'm the same as I am!" Joost chuckled at them, seeing other contestants leave to go to the carpet outside.

"Alright then..." Bambie was going to continue teasing him but they were called out by their manager. Smiling at Joost's direction, giving a low wave bye and staring at him with eyes saying 'we'll talk later'.

As it was his turn to go out with his friends, Appie and Stuntje, he waved at everyone. Stopping every once in a while to answer different questions from people. It was all good and fun until one of the interviewers mentioned you. That's when his confident, funny self turned into a very flustered muttering Joost.

"What do you have to say about Reader's massive crush on you?" Appie and Stunje side eyeing him, waiting for his answer too. "well, I am honestly very flattered that someone beautiful as her would be interested in me."

He smiles, his cheeks pink from embarrassment. He continues, "When I saw the interview, I froze! She is one of my favorite actresses. Reader is amazing at her job!" The interviewer chuckled, satisfied with his answer. "Oh! Well maybe you should message her!"

"No, no! I am too embarrassed to make the first move..." Joost raised his hand up. Putting every finger down expect for his pointer, shaking it right and left multiple times.

"But she is very pretty."

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LET ME KNOW IF Y'ALL WANT A PART 2!! had to stop it here if i wanted to keep my promise of uploading it soon. tysm for all the requests.

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hello, i am back!! tysm for all the requests, i've been working on them. so far, one of them are almost done! it should be out tomorrow at night... again tysm and my requests are always open :]

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