"𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲." he said softly, almost a whisper. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip, moving his hand to my chin, tilting my head up so I would be in his gaze. His hand softly ran down my chin, landing on my neck. He smirked slightly. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲." he muttered. My breaths became deeper and more fast-paced. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁?" I whispered, studying the way he stared at my neck. My neck tickled as he stroked it with his thumb. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁." ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── #𝟭 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗲'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁! - 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘆 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

Nostalgia - a feeling of pleasure and sometimes slight sadness at the same time as you think about things that happened in the past. ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ You're in the middle of another busy shift at the coffee shop, the familiar hum of the espresso machine blending with the background music. As you prepare a latte, a song comes on that makes you pause. The lyrics are raw, the beat infectious, and there's something about the voice that feels oddly familiar. Curious, you ask a co-worker who the artist is. "Joost Klein." they reply casually, and the name hits you like a bolt of lightning. Joost Klein-could it really be him? The same Joost Klein who used to sit next to you in school, the quiet kid with big dreams and a notebook full of scribbles? The one you lost touch with years ago? Suddenly, memories flood back, and you're filled with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. The music resonates with you on a level you didn't expect, and before you know it, you're determined to track down your old friend-the one who's now a rising star in the Dutch rap scene. But reconnecting after all these years won't be easy. Fame has a way of changing people, and you wonder if Joost is still the same person you remember, or if he's become someone entirely different. As you set out on this unexpected journey, you can't help but wonder where it will lead-and what you'll discover about both Joost and yourself.

"It might have seen like a movie, but itʼs not a fictional character, itʼs fucking 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯. And we did this, in the corner of nowhere, he just struck up his lips upon mine and then he sung an 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 serenade." ** He was my kindergarten friend. We used to hang up everyday and play games. Life was great. However, since the death of his parents weʼve got separated ways... heʼs got a singing career and Iʼm a daydreaming booktok nerd. I havenʼt been up to him for a few years, but after Iʼve heard that heʼs became FAMOUS and that heʼs been to Eurovision, I canʼt just ignore this, right? If I think about it further, heʼs...cute. *** Inspired by "Pulse". This is a Joost Klein fanfiction so no real situations are involved (excluding Joostʼs backstory or that heʼs gone popular now). This is my first fanfiction, so expect to see grammar mistakes as English isnʼt my main language.

ALL male reader, no gen or f! Reader. Feel free to use any of the oneshots to create ideas for a fanfic of your own! :3