Nostalgia 𖹭 Joost Klein x Reader

𖹭 sixteen 𖹭

save a horse, ride a cowboy.

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Third Person POV:

Your eyes shot open, and for a moment, panic surged through you. Where were you? Who's arms were wrapped around you, holding you close? Who's face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and whose hand was resting on your inner thigh? The events of the night before came flooding back, and you realized, with a jolt, that you had fallen asleep in Joost's bed.

A wave of relief washed over you when you saw that everyone, including Joost, was still asleep. His breath was steady and soft against your neck, and you could feel his warmth seeping into your skin. But the realization of where you were and how precarious this situation was quickly replaced the relief with urgency. You needed to get out of here before anyone woke up and found you like this.

Carefully, you began to wriggle out of Joost's grasp, trying to extricate yourself without waking him. But Joost's hold was firm, and every time you moved, he seemed to pull you closer, his grip tightening slightly as if his subconscious was reluctant to let you go.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of careful manoeuvring, you managed to slip out from under his arm. But as you shifted your weight to get up, you lost your balance and tumbled off the side of the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest, but to your immense relief, no one stirred. Joost mumbled something incoherent in his sleep and rolled over, but didn't wake up. You took a moment to catch your breath, silently cursing your own clumsiness.

Not wanting to push your luck, you quickly slipped on your rain boots, which you had left by the door, and tiptoed out of the room. The cool morning air hit your face as you dashed across the yard, your boots squishing in the damp grass as you hurried back to the house. You were halfway there when you nearly tripped over a stray branch, but managed to catch yourself just in time, your mind racing with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief at the whole situation.

By the time you reached the house and stepped into the kitchen, you were out of breath, your heart still pounding from the mad dash across the yard. But any sense of relief you might have felt was quickly quashed when you saw your mother standing there, arms crossed and a face mask on, her expression a mix of disapproval and frustration.

"Oh, good morning." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she took in your dishevelled appearance. "Had a nice little stroll this morning, did we?"

You froze, unsure of how to respond, and before you could gather your thoughts, your mother pounced. "Just because Emma brought up you still being pure doesn't mean you can go and lose it to four random men!"

You blinked, completely blindsided by her accusation. "What?! Mum, no, it's not what you think—"

She raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Really? Because I'm pretty sure you just came running back from the granny flat where four young men happen to be staying. What exactly were you doing there, Y/N?"

Your face flushed crimson as you realized what she was implying. "Mum! I would never do that! I wasn't— I mean, nothing happened!"

"Oh, nothing happened?" she said, her tone skeptical. "So you expect me to believe that you just woke up in their bed by accident?"

"I wasn't in their bed, I was in Joost's bed!" you blurted out, then immediately regretted your choice of words. "I mean—wait, no, that's not what I meant! I just—"

Your mother's eyes narrowed. "So you were in Joost's bed?"

You groaned inwardly, trying to figure out how to dig yourself out of this hole. "Yes, but it's not what you think! I just... I had a nightmare, okay? I went to talk to him, and I guess I fell asleep. But nothing happened, I swear!"