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?

Langour (noun) weakness or weariness of body or mind// #1 in joostklein 16.06.2024 #1 in thenetherlands 21.06.2024 #1 in eurovision 23.06.2024 #1 in music 26.07.2024 --- 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. A light-hearted modern story that I'm not used to writing, but will try for the Joost Klein discourse. I've never been to The Netherlands, so I apologise for inaccuracies. But what a guy, right? Enjoy!

This is the long story of how you met a Dutch stranger one night in Malmo. Joost Klein, apparently, and the two of you get to know each other, and slowly fall in love. [it's a slowburn!] it's off to a bit of a slow start but once you get to amsterdam it runs along

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.

"𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆.." "𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝗷𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳𝗷𝗲" Friends to lovers or friends with benefits? Situationship? Relationship? 💙💙💙

you were joost's biggest fan and managed to catch his heart in the end

"why was I afraid to lose you, when I never had you?".... "it was never meant to be".... "the right person at the wrong time"...

★𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 ★ You and Joost became really good friends after meeting on a busy Wednesday night in Amsterdam. You never really thought about Joost in anyway besides a best friend. But one time you were staying with Joost, finding out you were both competing in the Eurovision in the same year, you started feeling something weird for Joost. "We are just friends, right?" You repeat to yourself, in hopes of forgetting this feeling. But some strange things have been happening. You've never felt this way before, it was very strange. You denied it all you could until the point you recognised what these feelings actually meant... ---- • Hi I just wanted to note that Eden Golan is not in this story. I stand with 🍉 and I won't be changing it. Ty <3 (Joost Klein fanfiction)

hii! this is my first story so lmk if i should change anything. y/n is a normal girl, who got tickets to see her favorite singer: Joost Klein.