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Joost Klein requests are open again!

guys!!! i had a lot of requests but sadly life got rough, however i love writing- but my requests are empty and i have a 6h drive ahead of me tomorrow. if i didn't reply to your request yet please send it in again!

i do anything regarding joost klein x reader, joost x jere or joost x aggu! if you request x reader, it will be gender neutral unless specifically requested otherwise. i also do not do any smut at all.

just send em in through the request button on my profile!! i beg you send some in

#joost #joost klein #eurovison song contest #joost klein fanfiction #joost klein x reader #europapa #fanfiction

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GUYS i couldn't write lately cause life was a wreck but i love writing so here i am. HOW WOULD WE FEEL about joost x ski aggu? guys be fr.

#joost #joost klein #eurovison song contest #ski aggu #joost klein fanfiction

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im BEGGING for some joost hurt to comfort!! something like hes having a bad day and when the reader tries to help him hes js so overwhelmed he snaps at the reader but like in the end they make up and stuff

Valentine, my decline is so much better with you.

I love love love hurt to comfort!! This goes hand in hand with another request I had! That being said, go give your loved ones a hug and tell them you love them. requested? yes! reader? gender neutral! genre? hurt to comfort, arguing, eventual fluff

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"Fuck!"

The cursing coming from the other end of your apartment today couldn't be counted on both hands anymore. Joost was two days away from releasing a single he wasn't even happy with as of now.

A few months ago you decided to finally move in together and since both of you had rather stable jobs, looking for an extra room to get your boyfriend a studio at home made sense. It gave him the chance to really focus on his music at a a place he felt comfortable at, and on top he could always ask for your opinion on something, if you weren't currently at work, where you wish you would be at right now. You decided to only take a short shift today, wanting to get home and relax, but your boyfriend had been tense the whole day, which you really didn't blame him for, but you knew he was a perfectionist when it came to his music. He had a bad habit of being rather unresponsive whenever he was really focusing on his work, meaning a tab on the shoulder while he had loud music blaring through his headphones, with his computer screen being a mess of snippets and recordings for a song, it would totally send him over the edge of sensory overload. Today was one of those days where it seemed really bad for him. He fed himself into a hole of hating a perfectly good, soon to be released, single and now he was stuck in a loophole of fixing things that didn't need to be fixed, being satisfied with them, and then when listening to it again, suddenly hating the entire thing. You have tried to offer him your help or comfort several times today, but he always declined it, yet seemed grateful for your care. It got so bad that you had to pull his chair out of the room for him to come eat dinner with you, and only if you could eat while laying on the couch so he could cuddle with you, which he desperately needed today.

You were in no way upset with him or this situation, at least not for the reasons one might be, but instead the fact that he had promised both himself and you to stop listening to upcoming releases three days prior to the date they were supposed to come out, because that was the time where his brain decided to convince him half of what he just created over months was absolute shit. There was nothing you could really do to help him, except make sure he at least remembered his basic needs like eating and sleeping.

You tried to calm yourself down and try not to worry too much about him, taking a deep breath before you heard anything curse word coming from his studio, followed by a loud shatter, and rather quiet whimpers which convinced you to go check on him one more time. When you opened the door you managed to figure out what happend- he knocked over a glass and it seemed to have cut his finger just a little. "Hun, are you okay? Let me help you." you quickly grab a few tissues to place on his finger as you tried to calm him down but he seemed to have been pushed over the edge completely with this. "I don't need your help! I told you, I dont want help, I don't need it, I am perfectly fine! Please just stop interrupting me for fucks sake." the first thing he said to you in hours and its you getting yelled at for trying to help the poor overworked man? You throw the rest of the tissues at Joost for him to care for his own issues now. "Deal with it yourself." you ended up leaving him right where we was, trying to hold back tears as you let yourself fall onto your bed, wanting to scream into the nearest pillow. This wasn't a side you knew from him, because he really never got mad at you. As much as you wanted not to have to blame him, this was beyond unnecessary.

The tears start flowing, your hands clutched against the pillow as you curl up on your side of the bed. You weren't necessarily crying about being yelled at, you were a tough one afterall, but more so the fact that he worries you so much and what you get for offering help ends up being disrespect.

You were barely even awake a few hours later, having spent the evening by scrolling through various social media apps just to distract yourself. Right when you decided to stop waiting for your boyfriend and head to sleep, you felt the dip in the mattress next to you, meaning Joost had decided to finish for today. He turns arond to face you, or more so your back, to carefully brush some hairs out of your face, allowing you to feel the new bandaid on his finger. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you." he eventually huffed, his voice quiet enough not to disturb you, even though you clearly weren't asleep. His voice was raspy, barely even audible- maybe from crying, maybe from recording vocals all day. Slowly, you turn back around to face him, your hands holding onto the blanket. "I got lost in the single and broke our promise. You just wanted to help but I was so overwhelmed and then it just all tipped over- I'm really sorry." Joost rubs his eyes as he finishes his sentence, the tear stains quite obvious on his face. You only wrap your arms around him to pull yourself close to him, feeling the need for being close. "It was unnecessary but it happens to everyone some times... Thank you for apologising."

With that, you fell victim to being covered in kisses.

JOOOOST IS BAAAAACK

anyways i hope this was good xoxo

#joost #joost klein #eurovison song contest #joost klein fanfiction #joost klein x reader

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IM BACK

I could not get enough so I’m gonna request some more if that’s okay 👍🏻😜

Maybe a joost Klein x male reader, but maybe the reader actually being on the cover of vogue and after a lot of other brand want him as well, but he reader get stressed maybe and joost isn’t there to confront him ☹️☹️ and maybe more?????

You look like an ancient painting people queue for in a museum, pt. 2

This little baby is a direct part two to this story, requested by the same user! I looooved writing it so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make the part two. I am working on these requests like Lightning McQueen wow i am so amazing bro??? If you are still waiting for yours, mind you I currently have another 7 requests sitting in there, but I typically finish a request within 48h at most! Regardless, my requests remain open because I love doing this.

requested? yes! reader? male! genre? slight angst, distress, eventual comfort.

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Your last runway show truly pushed your media interest to it's peak- brands were requesting you from every single branch, all over the world. While that was probably the best thing that ever happened to you, at least career wise, your manager kept accepting almost every deal you were offered, sometimes pushing up to three different photo shoots within three different cities onto your already tight schedule, making it all overflow. Time was so tight that you had to eat your lunch while trying to fight your way into tight clothes, while another person was trying to fix your hair. Not to mention that all this attention and sudden boom of jobs you had accepted was causing major anxiety, leaving you awake a lot of nights, sadly with almost no comfort to cling to. Your boyfriend? He was busy touring the Netherlands, and the fact that these schedules barely aligned meant that he was available for phone calls during the day, but busy owning the stage of clubs all over the country at night, while you were busy posing for various clothing brands up until the time that he usually went on stage. It was heart breaking for both of you, on every level. Realistically you both needed the comfort, but even Joost admitted that you had it a lot rougher right now.

He was used to touring and playing almost every night for up to a month, meanwhile the sudden popularity you gained was new for you. All you could do is push yourself through it with all possible strength, even though you barely had any left, but today was the very last day of the season, during which you were nearly at your breaking point, the only thing keeping you going being the fact, that tonight was also the last night of that stupid tour. You only had to keep it together for this very last photo shoot, which was already the fourth one today, then tomorrow you could fall into the arms of your boyfriend, crying out your eyes.

"Go go go, we don't have time!" the loud voice of your photographer pulled you out of your thoughts, surprising you by the aggressive clapping that was somehow meant to signal you to hurry up. Without a word, you tie up the bow in front of your satin button up, forcing yourself into shoes that were clearly too small for you, because that's what modelling was- either you naturally fit into the sizes they pick for you or you make it fit by forcing yourself into uncomfortable clothes, especially as a man you struggled with clothes simply not always meant for your body type.

You were half way through this horrible experience when someone finally pushed you over the edge.

"Could you please, for the love of all we know, try looking less like a corpse? Do you think anyone would look at an ad for make up and think, wow I have to buy this, he looks so fabulously empty and distraught!" your photographer out down the camera with a groan, shaking his head like you had totally ruined his day now. If this wasn't the harsh truth of your every day life, you wouldn't even believe yourself. After a month of 12h work days nearly every day, you just got mocked for looking exhausted? Everything was boiling up inside you. Usually Joost was here, working on music on his laptop while watching you pose, fighting off any photographer or stylist that decided to cross very clear boundaries, but this was your 27th day without your boyfriend, and around your 100th photoshoot within that time. Your head was spinning, your throat felt hot and tight, every muscle was aching- and god your ears were ringing, all while there was yelling all over the place. "We have three good pictures. Three, among around two hundred. Are you taking this serious at all? I thought this was your dream! But since this doesn't seem to really come to a good outcome today, you can go. We have to work with what we got."

There wasn't a word you could get out of yourself. You were left on shaky legs, changing back into your own clothes while trying to hold back tears from the immense sensory overload you felt right now, not to mention the way you were talked to just now, on the other hand you know you couldn't just let people walk over you like this, like your manager had been doing ever since they realized you were getting bigger and bigger. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. I expect you to be more professional soon." you hear behind you as you tie up your shoes, stopping in your path of action to turn around, leaving it untied. "Me? Unprofessional? I wasn't the one that decided to accept every single offer. You were the one that pushed this many jobs onto me, as if you aren't already drowning in money." you spat our, eyes filling up with tears for a second, before quickly being wiped away with your sleeve. With your bag in hand, one of your shoes still untied and the make up still heavy on your face, you rush towards the exit, only turning around at the last second upon hearing your managers surprised and offended gasp. "And you're right, we will be talking about this, because I'm gonna look for a new agency! I know damn well anyone would take me with open arms right now!"

The rest of your evening was filled with sniffling in the back of your Uber's car, desperately wanting to stay quiet as not to embarrass yourself right now. The moment you arrived at your place, your heart dropped once more. The bedroom light was on, at almost one am, and there was no way Joost could've made it home by now, and you know for a fact you didn't leave the light on. However your head was empty at this point, and unlike any rational person who would stay outside and call the cops when thinking someone might have broken into your home, you walked into your apartment as carefully as possible, shouting out that you were home, and what greeted you in response was the least of what you expected.

"I made it home right in time!" the familiar voice rings through your ears as your boyfriend stood in front of you, mid unpacking luggage. Your tears start spilling out again, you drop your bag and within a matter of seconds, you were right where you were meant to be- inside Joost's arms. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes was exactly what you so desperately needed, his arms keeping you save, the endless pecks he placed on your lips to greet you again, his hand running through your hair as your tears just keep spilling down your face, spewing out unrecognizable sentences about how horrible the last month was. "It's over now. We're gonna find you a new agency." Joost whispers, his accent acting as a soothing comfort for your heard and soul, the one thing you were in need of this entire last month.

"I missed you, I needed you."

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i hope this is good bro i feel like hamilton today

#joost #eurovison song contest #joost klein #joost klein fanfiction #joost klein x reader #fanfiction #europapa

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Since you asked, I will be here kindly dropping an ask for a request to write something for Joost.

Do you do sweet jealousy? Where the reader is jealous? Nothig toxic obviously 😂

For example where now that he is gaining more love from people, and thus more attention from girls too, the reader pouts when he talks to this girl who approached him and she is a bit more touchy feely with him? While she is understanding and happy for him, naturally the jealousy can't be hold back.

Or whip something up that just flows from your imagination 😌

Thank you in advance!

Mwah 💋

Well, my boyfriends pretty cool, you will never reach him.

I love this one!! I always think about this ngl. People cross boundaries a lil too much, so this is your reminder to be aware of your surroundings.

requested? yes!

reader? gender neutral!

genre? jealousy, eventual fluff

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Cold post show beers, breezy hangouts behind the venue, thank you's being exchanged, it was all routine at some point. After his shows someone would get some cold beer while the crew enjoyed the nice breeze outside the venue after the show, just for everyone to cool down, especially Joost. You however stayed rather quiet today, your red hands wrapping around the ice cold bottle, the look in your eyes rather empty as you stare at your boyfriend and those girls next to him.

Unfortunately the area behind the venue seemed to be easily accessible to everyone, and while you were always happy for him to have fans that care so much, it would get hard to watch from time to time. He would never decline a photo with a fan, or an autograph, even the countless gifts he regularly got unless he was genuinely unwell, but the dutch singer was still high on adrenaline and already quite drunk, so he basically welcomed the group of girls with open arms, ready to listen to them. Typically this would really never be an issue, most people knew about your relationship and always supported it, even though you never made it public, so sometimes you were even asked to be in the photo along with them, but this particular group of girls seemed to be completely oblivious to the concept of personal space. One of them seemed particularly interested in him- she must have been your age aswell, at least the tattoos you could see on her body told you quite clearly that she was a grown woman. If it would have been a fourteen year old fangirl or something, you might have been able to excuse it.

There she stood, that grin on her face as she runs her fingers over the tattoos on Joost's arm, talking about how he looks oh so good with them. She kept getting more physical in subtle yet somehow obvious ways, to the point where he started looking awfully uncomfortable too, especially by the time he shot a glance at you only to see that pout and the empty look in your eyes as you stare at them. "Any plans after the show? You must be celebrating the end of your tour. I know a really cool club just around the corner, maybe I'll see you there." she eventually let her fingers drift off of his arm as she gives him one last little wave before leaving with her friends, still giggling carelessly like she didn't have a worry in the world. Once he was free of her again, you felt Joost sitting down next to you, your eyes piercing through the ground until he wrapped his arm around you, making you look up at him again. "I'm sorry sweetheart, some people don't know boundaries..." he whispers as not to pull the attention of the rest of the crew on you, somehow making the accent in his voice even more prominent by doing so. He leans in and starts posting soft kisses along your jawline, knowing damn well this is a ticklish spot for you.

It cheered you up, made you chuckle again before pushing his face away with your hand, trying to break free from the tickling feeling. "Now don't just push me away!" he starts acting all offended, gasping at your behavior before he goes right back to attacking your face with a swarm of soft little pecks all over, his arms wrapped around you so you truly have no way of escaping, if you even wanted that.

okaaaay lets go

#joost klein #joost klein fanfiction #joost #joost klein x reader #fanfiction #eurovison song contest #europapa

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There's this festival in NL, Enschede today and Joost is supposed to perform at 20:45??? They just posted the updated schedule for today and he is still on it but everyone highly doubts he will actually perform.

Does anyone know abt this cause I am genuinely curious abt it😭😭 This schedule is for tonight and they posted it around 6h ago.

#joost #eurovison song contest #joost klein

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dreaming about being at one of joost’s concerts then after he’s done going back stage, flopping down on the couch in his dressing room, and sprawling my arms out to cuddle (joost nation unite!)

I'm happier than ever when I'm close to you.

this goes kind of hand in hand with a request for clingy joost so i will piece both of these together!

requested? yes!

reader? gender neutral!

genre? sickeningly sweet fluff

short and sweet baby lets goooo

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"Thank you Tilburg!!!"

You hear the yelling and cheering down to the backstage area, the adrenaline in his voice to be heard by everyone in a 100 meter radius. Your boyfriend just finished the very last show of the tour, a moment he was both looking forward to and mourning over, knowing playing live was over for this season. Realistically you should be by the stage to support him but tour has been so exhausting for you that Joost had told you to stay here backstage and rest up. It should've been him who should be exhausted but he was used to it by now, meanwhile this was your first time on a big tour.

You began going through your luggage to make sure he had something comfortable to change into aswell as grab some cold water bottles for him now that you heard someone coming down the stairs. Just as you sat down on one of the couches, your favorite blondie opened the door with a giant smile on his face, big enough to still see it from the stars up in the sky. Before either of you could say a word, he comes falling down onto the couch to wrap his arms around you, his head resting on your chest. You can feel the heavy breathing against your skin, his hair messy and sweaty, for some reason half of the clothes he started the show with were no longer on his body either, but it didn't matter to you. He was happy, proud, most importantly he seemed more than satisfied with this last show.

"So, how did it go?" you eventually ask, holding him close to your heart. "Great! Last tour stop is usually such a mess but everything went well." he lets out a big breath as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, soaking in all the comfort he can get. Post show times were always so emotional for him and usually required a whole lot of love, which you were more than happy to give him- even though you didn't even have a choice. You knew damn well you would be stuck with the man on top of you for the next thirty minutes.

short little babyyyy

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hii just gonna say, love your fics and i hope you are well!!

thank you so much!! i'm so glad you like them. I have the next two days off and around 9 requests to work on, so i'm great! hope you're doing well hun.

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

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

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

requested? yes!

reader? gender neutral!

genre? fluff, language barrier

short and sweet babyyyyy

Ik ben zo blij dat je bestaat.

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

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

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

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

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

pielemans

#joost #joost klein #eurovison song contest #joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfiction #fanfiction

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hearing people say that others on tiktok are talking about joost fanfiction, specifically theirs is horrifying bro i feel the need to make sure my tumblr can't be connected to me in any way

#joost #eurovison song contest #joost klein #joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfiction

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hiii !! i was wondering if u could write an actress! reader x joost klein ? like, reader is up-and-coming, mostly in small indie films, and the two get caught out on a romantic, summer date by some fans that photographed them before posting it online. i would love if this would be a feminine female reader but anything will do. thank you so much !! :333

A life with you is like a movie.

requested? yes!

reader? female.

genre? fluff, secret relationships

as usual, my readers are alwaye kept gender neutral unless specifically requested like here!

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"Joost Klein at the premier of So Long, Florida!"

"Joost Klein dating a new up and coming actress?"

The rumors were everywhere for a while- it all started when scenes of your latest movie got attention on social media, leading to a success among dutch movie critics and a growing fan base around you. People were quick to find out that you were quite the Joost fan and when he was officially invited to the premier, rumors started really boiling up, but neither of you truely minded- if all it was quite entertaining to see fangirls either loving it or hating it. In the end, the man was yours.

Today was finally the first day in ages where both of you were free, so you decided to block out the entire day considering it was the first slightly cooler day of summer in a while, meaning you could enjoy being outside without boiling away, no matter how flowly of a dress one could pick. The day had been spent with lots of laughter, a whole bunch of ice cream and so many kisses that it got hard to count them. As the evening slowly came by, both of you had decided to sit down at your favorite family owned italian place.

"I missed this. I missed you most importantly." Joost broke the comfortable silence between you two, his lips curling up into a smile as he played with a strand of your long hair, his elbows resting on the table. "zo mooi..." the blonde man sitting across from you mumbled under his breath as you kept on talking about something, interrupting your words with a little kiss. Not many people know but Joost was truely a very loving man who would probably drop everything the second you ask for help; no matter what, he would go out of his way to make sure you were always satisfied and happy, and god he helped you through some hardships in life before. "So, anything regarding casting calls next week?" he tilted his head, his glasses slipping down just a little due to the movement. You cherished any moment where his glasses slipped down because you knew damn well he was looking over them and his vision of you was blurry, yet his eyes still had that same look you see in a teenager who fell madly in love with someone in their class, even if he couldn't properly see you.

"I got two I'm preparing for. Pretty similar roles, but I'm hoping to impress at least one of them." your voice showed quite some nervousness but truely you were always pretty confident in yourself, which honestly wasn't like that before the relationship between the two of you started. Seeing him give his everything on stage without showing an ounce of self doubt was eye opening. "What about you, shouldn't your new single be finished soon?-" your words were nearly cut off by the sudden sound of notifications coming from Joost's phone, then yours, and then both of them. The dutch singer only raised an eyebrow at you before unlocking his phone, the look on his face getting more and more confused the more he seemed to scroll through his phone, then he put it down and started looking around him like he just lost his dog. "Sooo babe, looks like we are official now." he shook his head in disbelief, a little chuckle leaving him as he finally turned his phone around to show you.

There you were, the two of you at this exact table, a picture taken less than ten minutes ago with Joost's fingers still playing with your hair, you seemed to be mid talking, it was quite the picture.

"I guess we are... I don't mind, you don't mind either, right?"

Before answering, he leaned a little closer again, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"I'll happily show you off."

okaaaay let's go

#joost #joost klein #eurovison song contest #joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfiction #fanfiction #okaaaay let's go

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Hello I wanted to request a joost klein x model reader, like how reader is a runway or a vogue model and has a lot of fans and maybe he gets a little jealousy and he can also maybe come to her model shows?? And I wanted to know if you wrote for male reader?? If you do can you maybe write it as a male reader instead of a female?? If you don’t tho that’s totally okay and female is perfectly okay 👌

You look like an ancient painting people queue for in a museum.

this idea is amazing omg i love reader x jealous partner

requested? yes!

reader? male!

genre? jealousy, obsession, comfort

heads up before this story! unless specifically requested, the reader in my stories is always kept gender neutral, but in case you do want something else, you are more than welcome to request that :)

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This was your big day, the day you worked towards for years, making it through stressful times, financial issues, many lost friendships- you finally got the closing part of one of the most luxurious brands known, currently presenting their spring collection. The nerves backstage were all over the place, you most definitely included, especially because your long time boyfriend was going to be in the front row seats today. A while ago he started coming to every runway show you had, as long as it wasn't clashing with his own work, but something has been seeming awkwardly different at the most recent shows, and you had a feeling why. Making friends in this industry was hard when everything was constant competition, but at som point you finally befriended one of the guys you frequently walk with, Niko. He's been doing this for years and years, meaning he was like an older brother you can run to whenever you needed help in the industry, but even though Joost was always happy for you, it had been clear that he was struggling with watching you two become so close.

To Joost it wasn't a romantic competition he had with Niko, the guy was married, but moreso that he was able to spend more time with you than he did. He was at the studio quite a lot, got stuck in interviews or photo shoots or travelled the world for touring while Niko was with his precious boyfriend, giggling away backstage. Or maybe it had been the fact that people all over the internet would drop anything to be with you- considering you never made your relationship official on social media and had only been replying to occasional rumors. Today, Joost wanted to let the press know that you were his boyfriend once and for all.

You could only peak at your boyfriend every now and then, his platinum blonde and the sunglasses inside a closed space instantly catching someones attention among the other guests, but you couldn't think about that much right now. Your time to close the show with the designer had come and that meant focus.

It went perfect, like everyone had rehearsed. Seeing Joost blowing you a kiss, the bright smile not leaving his face as he watched you own that runway might have just made today. Now that the show was over and all that was left to do was answer interviewers questions, your yearning for some time with your boyfriend got bigger by the second. As you carefully stepped in front of the cameras, trying not to damage your clothes, you could spot him on the sidelines again while answering questions. One specific Vogue interviewer though had seemed to wonder about things far away from the topic of work.

"So what was that all about today, the little kisses that one specific visitor kept blowing to you? If he's in the first row, he must be important?" the young woman asked with genuine interest clearly written over her face, your mic pointing to you as you look for your words. "That's actually my loving boyfriend of two years, Joost." you replied, trying to take a deep breath before suddenly feeling a weight pushing against your side, trying to get into the cameras frame.

"That's right, he's my beautiful boyfriend and I'm sure I will see him on your cover soon." the familiar voice spoke, the dutch accent giving up whatever he was trying to hide with his sunglasses and big black jacket. All you could do was laugh as you could finally wrap his arms around him again, quickly receiving kisses from your slightly jealous but realistically loving boyfriend.

rahhh i hope you like this

requests remain open!

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i hope joost is okay. i hate u all.

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guys please give me joost klein x reader requests akskwoos i exist to write but yall need to cook up some requests in my ask me tab🙏

#joost #joost klein #eurovison song contest #joost klein fanfiction #joost klein x reader

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born to have hobbies, a personal life and a social circle, forced to work 44h a week to pay for my drivers license (germany why are you so expensive)

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Everyone shut the fuck up i'm literally ill