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Quick spoiler to show y’all that I do have something in the works so gimme some time! 😋😋😋
Hey! So ive read your fic about reader who does sh, and as an dutch person i love to see people use my language! But there was a small gramar mistake :) you used liefde but here we say liefje or schat(je) im not tryna sound rude or smt :)
By the way keep writing cuz ur fics are so good <33
Awhhh omg thanks so much 🤭🤭🤭, I’ll keep that in mind whenever i write, and thanks for letting me know - I do use google translate so it won’t always be correct (sadly) :3 btw my requests are open if you want to request anything, I’ll gladly do it!
⛰️🫧The Pond;
(A masterlist)
🌿= fluff
💐=angst
🍓=wlw
🎐=a request
This will be updated as I go btw!
Series;
Joost Klein!
🌿💐 Graag, Graag, Graag!
🌿💐 Graag, Graag, Graag! (Part II)
Chappell Roan!
🍓🌿Where were you???
One shots;
Joost Klein!
🌿Lillies and Tulips!
🌿🎐no.1 baker (in the works)
Ellie Williams!
🍓🎐💐 Casual (in the works)
Headcanons;
Joost Klein!
🌿💐autistic reader x domestic Joost
🌿scene reader x Joost
Graag, Graag, Graag!
(Part II)
> Pairing- Joost x suicidal!reader
> Genre- fanfic, angst, fluff
> Warnings- cussing, trauma, troubled relationships (past),
Summary! Reader is caught cutting in a bathroom and Joost silently comforts them! :3
Notes! Written in second person, this is mainly angst and talking about a shit past and Joost kinda tells them to think about the future??? Ngl I don’t think that Joost would be very good at comforting people verbally- of course!
This is in no way glamorising self harm!!!
A/N! IM BACK BABY ‼️‼️‼️ Anywayssss, enjoy this but it is rushed and not proofread so don’t be afraid to point out any mistakes <3 I love y’all!
Part I
He had returned from the studio to find you in despair, sobbing on your bathroom floor, a small bloody disassembled razor in the sink. Obviously he couldn’t see that, but he definitely knew that it was something to do with self-harm. He knew what had just occurred the second he heard the faint sobs coming from the bathroom; he wasn’t dumb, you’d done this before. The only difference was that you felt even more guilt as you had been caught in the act, not the aftermath.
Slow, careful steps eventually came to the bathroom door, the door was locked, though the key sat next to you. It stung, it dragged on, metaphorically and literally, once again; you let out heavy sobs. Hurt, that’s what it was; finally, you came to your senses- he was talking to you.
“Reader, reader? Open the door. … please?”
You felt numb, your lover was going to see you in such a fragile state, a broken doll. Soul, even you definitely didn’t feel pretty enough to call yourself that. His voice… it was so frail and weak, he seemed scared from what he was about to see, he leant against the door; ear pressed against the thin wood trying to hear anything. Anything that you said, did, just so that he knew you were alive, breathing even.
Your own thoughts shrouded yourself, almost forgetting that he was there, patiently awaiting you, unlike anyone else in your life. And so, you shakily scraped up the blood-splattered key and unlocked the door with you crimson red wrists, arms and shoulders. It was embarrassing, your recent cuts reopened and fresh ones took place on your beautiful and yet frail, cut-infested skin.
“Thank goodness, you’re alive, that’s all that matters liefje, you’re all that matters right now.” (Liefje=love)
“So. Graag tell me next time- I’m here, that’s what I’m for.” (Graag=please)
He quietly took hold of both of your hands, looking at all of the cuts; eyes brimming with tears as he let go. Leaning down, he opened up the cupboard, sat you down on the toilet and poured disinfectant on them before properly taking care of the cuts. You both sat there in silence, it took over like an infectious disease; you had tried to say something but now words were coming out. It was as if your body was banning you from speaking, thought it was probably from the huge pile of guilt that you currently felt as you looking into his tear-filled eyes.
He didn’t deserve that, at least that’s what you thought, though he definitely felt the other way as he cautiously wrapped his thick, toned arms around you in a comforting manner, calming you down ever so slightly with every second that passed.
Shakily, he took a painfully deep breath before gently phrasing his words, tiptoeing over the matter to not make you feel even more guilt.
“You know I’m here, right?”
His face became glossy due to the amount of guilt he felt, it felt like he wasn’t doing enough, like he wasn’t enough. Personally Joost wasn’t very good at comforting people, in Dutch or English, he was much better with gifts, acts of service and many more. Especially as a rapper, he always included you in his songs, from verses with hidden meanings to outwardly thanking you for your support in songs. So it really was a juxtaposition though, nevertheless you loved the way he supported you- through thick and thin.
You felt your eyes closing as you lay in his embrace, falling in and out of consciousness (I mean as in asleep in this context btw) he could tell that you were tired. So, he gently awoke you before carrying you to bed and laying you down, he helped you change into your pj’s so that your cuts aren’t pressed upon.
Introductory post;
DNI LIST;
>P3dophiles
>r@sicts
>h0mophobics
>@bleists
>any1 who supports @bleists or r@pers :(
>bots
————————————————Need to know!;
> I am a minor (take it into consideration!)
> Female, but all pronouns are fine, she/them is preferred, but i don’t really mind!
>lesbian!
> I do take requests, but nothing n$fw
> leading on from ^^^ -> I do write wlw, mlw but no mlm cause I can’t relate!
> I need tone tags- use them when talking to me I beg!
————————————————Fandoms I’m in;
> Splatoon
>Pokémon
>Saiki-K
>Lego (ideas & friends only tho)
>Kenji
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Hobbies;
> Art (drawing digitally and traditionally)
>Poetry
>Writing
>Rollerblading
>Walks/Hiking
>Vinyls (I love em sm :3)
————————————————
My illnesses;
>autism getting diagnosed soon
>adhd suspected, not confirmed tho
>chronic migraines
>degenerative joints specifically my back
>memory loss it’s not very severe though
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Fun facts!
> I’m Polish!
> I can speak Polish, English and Russian fluently! But I’m learning Dutch and Spanish. >:(
> Music is my literal lifeline! It’s one of my hyper fixations!
> I looove leafeon :3
Quick blurb (poem) I wrote recently and I felt like sharing :P It’s about love and it is decently long I guess! But, I’m no professional so tips are always appreciated! :3
Now or never,
Interwoven forever,
It feels like fabric,
The way you have me stuck at it,
I love you,
The way you smile,
It’s a part of you,
The way you laugh,
It’s a part of you,
The way you talk,
It’s a part of you,
You have me swoon,
I feel stuck,
Like a caterpillar in a cocoon,
Though I’m not complaining,
It feels too soon,
You’ll be gone soon,
So why make room?
But the love you have proven,
Makes me feel so swollen,
This feels too rude,
I can’t do this- it’s too crude,
I love you,
Do you feel this too?
Or is this an one sided tune,
An out of tune piano,
My vocals feel shallow,
This song will die out soon,
I love you,
Do you love me too,
An one sided tune,
This doesn’t feel true,
The love I have for you,
Is it insignificant,
The way you look at him,
Can you look at me that way, too?
I love you,
Do you love me too?
I’m a girl,
Why don’t you love me too?
Isn’t this crude,
Crude, the way you look at me,
Crude, the stolen glances,
Crude, the way you hide us,
Crude.
Do you love me too,
Or is that too crude for you?
HAIIII just tryna’ push my luck here 😓 anyways check me out pls🫶
Reblog/like this if you’re LGBTQ+ and run an active blog in 2024.
Trying to find new blogs to follow. 🫶🏻
Just a quick teaser to piss everyone off 😓
Love y’all tho❤️🧡🤍🩷💜
Where were you???
>Pairing- Chapelle Roan x f!reader
>Genre- light fluff, one shot
>Warnings- alcohol, swearing?
Summary! - Roan and reader meet up in a café (by coincidence) after being high school sweethearts and realising that the feelings never left.
Notes- second person, but you’re following reader! Reader is a person of colour and ‘reader’ is used instead of a name. MIGHT BE CONTINUED ‼️‼️
A/N Haiii!1!1!1!! Anyways I love love love Roan and her music, so imma write a one shot for her, I’ll probably do more tho!
It was another boring, bland day: it was nearly half-past ten as you rushed through the busy city; almost struggling to get to get to your beloved cafe! It was a cat café, around 10 minutes walking distance from your apartment block, quite convenient as the city wasn’t really that big, still, it was the biggest for a local distance. It was nice, people from all walks of life were based here, though it was, sadly, common for racism to happen. After all, you did live in the traditional, part of the States: the south, a hotspot for racism towards people of colour. Still, it has gradually been changing throughout your life; In your childhood acts of racism were common, expected. Whereas now, it was unexpected, but you had gotten used to it, even if you believed that you shouldn’t have to.
Anywho, with a huff, you made it through the stampedes of the city to your beloved café, going to sit in your signature spot. It had gotten to a point where balls of fluff were already waiting on the soft, silky pillows for you. Though, once you ordered, someone else had sat there, disrupting your routine which had been carefully curated over the years, being perfected day by day. You were about to ask them to move, that was before you realised it was an old friend of yours. Chay-Chay. Otherwise known as Chappell Roan, well, that was what the books said or how she said it: the ‘Eugh… the no lifers’.
Chappell could feel the soft-worn leather couches fall slightly, and so a quick look made her realise that her old crush was sitting next to her, though, she knew that the feelings never left. A slight warmth spread across her face as she took a small sip of the milky boba she had sitting on her table.
“Hi…”
She took a small shaky breath before continuing, thinking through what she was going to say next.
“Where were you???”
A small giggle escaped your lips, the redness becoming more prominent by each second, as if she was a ticking time bomb.
“I never left, Chay-Chay, where were you?”
The tension was thick, the both of you could feel it, it felt like someone was looming above the two of you. Though, even that felt like an understatement; to be fair, it didn’t even feel that bad, it was more pleasant than uncomfortable. Pressuring is what it was, like you needed to make a move, now. Not soon, now.
“Touché, I’ve… I’ve been around. I made it you know. I really did.”
She sounded relieved, she had always said that she’d become an independent artist, and most importantly, make it. After all, what else could she have done, it was all she had her heart set on.
And so, the two of you got carried away, talking all about yourselves, and all of your experiences after high school, from the very lows to the very highs. It was clear to anyone who even looked your way that there was some things unsaid that the both of you would benefit from if they actually were said. Love is blind, that would the best way to describe the two of you at the moment as neither could notice the underlying love in the conversation at the moment. The sky started darkening, and you had come to realise that your whole day had dispersed into this singular conversation with the stunning woman in front of you.
“_____ that’s my number.”
“Ah! Thanks, do you wanna hang out some time soon then?”
“I’ll pay for the food, though, don’t worry ‘bout it.”
“…After all, I started this conversation up, didn’t i? And to answer your query, yes, gladly, Chay-Chay.”
You gave Chappell a quick wink before leaving, leaving her alone, just how you met her earlier.
You can see where I got lazy 😭 wtf I’ll probably continue this BUT no promises, love y’all ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜
Uhm… so I’m not continuing Graag. 😓 Sorry bout that but I’m not continuing it for now. My requests are open though! So please gimme ideas- I’ll try make my work longer trust >:3
Scrumdily-yum-yum 😝😝😝
1983
Made it for an art exhibition, first time painting but fuck it- we ball!1!!!1!1 love the album but inserted my oc ofc :3
SHARING LOVE AND GOOD ART 😝
for an art trade w my friend rune :33
im starting to hate thiz but eh,,,
WOWEEE LOVE LOVE LOVE UHM I NEED YOUR SKILL ASAP 😓😓😓
hai tumblr people itz been a while,,,
Graag, Graag, Graag!
(part I)
>Joost x suicidal!reader
>genre- angst / fluff (ending)
>warnings- mentions of SH and suicide, attempted suicide.
A/N This is written from the 2nd point of view, it’ll be specified otherwise. :P Please let me know if I missed anything, uhm, this is based off of my failed attempt :,( (I’m better now tho- ish) Just enjoy!
Suicide hotline (116 123)
It had been an averagely difficult day in the Netherlands, first it was the weather, then the colleagues, then timings. Overall, it was just a plain day that tipped yourself over the edge just a tad bit more, just how it had been doing for the past couple of months: years even. At this point you couldn’t really remember when you felt normal when not in your loving boyfriend’s; Joost, Joost Klein’s embrace.
He had known you longer than you could even remember, you were childhood friends, best friends even; that blossomed into the most picturesque couple people thought of. In social media, in real life and behind closed doors, Joost was perfect; supposedly you were too, but you most definitely didn’t feel like it. You felt more… disappointed in yourself, it felt like you didn’t put any effort into your relationship with Joost. Well, Joost felt the opposite way, and he always reassured you of it, yet the feeling was still there.
What could it be? The fact that he was practically an a-list celebrity now that he got unfairly disqualified from Eurovision and having ‘the best’, song in Eurovision, though it was probably just a fan-favourite instead. Nevertheless, you always felt weird next to him, like you didn’t belong with him any longer.
Overtaken your consciousness was what your thoughts were doing to you, it had gotten to the point where your half an hour journey from your job to the little apartment (that you shared with Joost) had gone by in the brink of an eye. You waltzed into the apartment, the soft, soothing, sensational scent of the candle you had bought Joost engulfed your senses, making you realise that you were home.
Without any noise, you made your way into the kitchen to heat up some leftovers from the day before. And, before you knew it; there he was, muttering a soft string of praises into your ear, constantly switching between Dutch and English. It took you a good minute to turn around and thank him due to the strong hold he had on you, not letting you do much. Though, once you had gently pried his hands off of you, you lazily ran your hands through his long, healthy hair; pulling him in so that you could murmur and he could clearly hear you. And so, you did just that; in a weak, sickly voice, you murmured into his ear.
“I don’t know how much longer I can take this, Joost. I want this to end, now.”
You two drowned into a sickly disease; silence, it could mean nothing and everything. It left you thinking, overthinking yet all of these thoughts that consumed your mind, you knew they weren’t true. He would never do anything like that, he hadn’t done anything of that, bad, nature for the whole time you had been together. Instead of judging your bad habits, he tried helping you prevent them, from the moment he figured out, he sat next to you. In that dingy bathroom, cleaning them up, wrapping them tightly in paper towels before grabbing actual bandages.
“Lieverd, alsjeblieft.” (Darling, please.)
A excruciatingly large sigh left your lips as you slowly rested your head onto Joost’s shoulder, using him as a pillar to remain up on your own two feet. You felt a salty liquid drip from your eyes, travelling from your waterline, to your pink; swollen cheeks to your neck then onto your clothes.
“I love you Joost, I really do, you know?”
Idk what I think about this 😓😓😓
Suicide hotline (116 123)
Part II
Joost Klein HC’s
>Joost x Autistic!Gn!Reader
>genre- fluff / Headcanons / idk?
>warnings- ableism for one of the hc’s; idk man 😕
A/N uhmmm I haven’t wrote in ages, so this could possibly be a bit bad but after a while trust me- I’ll be better. The autism hc’s and hate are based off of my own experiences, so they might not be accurate for everyone!! And if you have requests just message me- they’re open for now <3 Hope you enjoy!
2nd A/N this is right before posting- but Joost is autistic??? What a coincidence 😭
He’d be really patient with you if you needed it- specially sensory issues! Like if anything got too much for you he’d probably have your noise cancelling headphones or something similar.
He’d gladly listen to you rant about your hyper fixations! Like he’d sit and indulge in the conversation with you and try learn about it so that he could talk to you about it ^_^
If someone was really rude about any special needs you had, he’d instantly defend you and scold (or educate) the person that was being rude.
He wouldn’t really be surprised when you revealed that you were autistic; though a lot of things would make more sense to him.
He’d definitely help you make your guys’ house a safe space (if you moved in together) and make sure that the whole process isn’t very overwhelming.
Whenever he has tours / concerts he tries to make the whole process really comfortable for you - like giving you a space in the vip area; noise cancelling headphones; etc, etc.
HAIII!!1!1!1!!! I hoped y’all liked this <33 this is my first official proper post so yippee!!1! Sorry that it’s a bit short though, I’m just getting used how to write on here :,( Any feedback will be appreciated as English isn’t my first language, anyways, have a good day/night.
🌿💐 Chroma.
ARGHH NOMNOMNOM
This art is for one competition, but quietly...
Arghhh I almost forgot song of the day but I’m about to start the headcanons so if you want any specific ones (cause I’m just gonna focus on domestic Joost with autistic reader) just ask!!!1!1!1! I won’t judge trust🫶
I might have a crush on some1 ^^^
(It’s Chappell obvs 😓)
Supporting fellow artist of kinds 🫶
