The moshpit is the place to be. The place to silence all of your thoughts. The place to numb all of your feelings. The place to fall in love with a guy you never thought you would see again. The Danish representative at Eurovision, Callista Raven, had a rough life. Switching from foster home to foster home her whole childhood, living on the streets of Berlin and so on. Her and Joost almost hit it off from the start but what he doesn't know is that she was the girl in the moshpit.

Ineffable (adjective) too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words// #1 in joostklein 27.09.2024 #1 in thenetherlands 10.10.2024 #2 in drive 15.10.2024 --- Note that everything in this story is fictional. Any event that is similar to actual happenings has been fictionalised for the plot. Do not take anything from this story as real or as real representations of actual people. Another Joost Klein fanfic because why not?

Screaming, disturbing, fuming, fucking. All the frustrations are being brought back to the surface by an old enemy who Elenor Roosvelt had cut ties with back in high school. That all came through as Eleanor gets out of the hospital after months and returns to her old job as Ski Aggu's manager. The complicated relationship from Joost and Eleanor's teenage years are brought right back where they left it off as she can't escape the man since she lives one bunk away from him in a tight tour bus. Will the hate turn into love, or will truth finally come out?

"𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳." 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... Joost Klein falls for the unreachable woman who happens to be in a light-hearted affair with one of his friends and colleagues. Will he be able to win her over? Or are his feelings only leading to pain? What will his friend think? (OC) x Joost Klein

"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