HALLO it is the anon that asked for an emoji I claim uhhh this one 🪶 ok? Ok.
I have just been thinking abt joost angst recently... maybe it is just distance or tour stress getting to both of you, maybe it's both of your underlying mental health issues, idk! But it hurts-- a lot. Comfort will come, usually (although I am a sucker for hurt/no comfort because I am #evil). Joost is a very comforting presence, and reader has the same effect on him, yk :) hehe cute. Sad obv but still very cute :3
(Also if they've been arguing DEFINITELY make-up sex. Probably tears during, honestly)
Oh nooo :( Joost feeling like reader doesn’t care about him like they used to because they never call him on tour, when in reality they’re always thinking about him, but too afraid of calling at the wrong time or being a burden. Especially if he’s in America and you’re in Europe (or vice versa) because the time zone is very different. And Joost not calling because of the same reason, afraid of interrupting your sleep or work. Of course the two of you text, but it’s obviously not the same and he starts thinking that maybe you want to breakup.
Until one day he gets drunk before a show, deciding to call you, too wasted to even think about what time that might be for you. Being woken up at 4 or 5AM and answering the phone only for it to be Joost whining that you don’t care about him anymore and that he misses you but you clearly don’t.
“If you cared, you would call!” He slurs over the phone.
“You don’t call either! If you miss me that much why don’t you call?”
“Oh so you don’t miss me?” The accusation was supposed to come out way angrier than it did. It just sounded heartbroken.
“That’s not what I said, Joost.”
Him insisting that you should be the one to call while you insist it should be him. Eventually hanging up without solving the situation and spending the rest of the tour in a bad mood. Joost not even properly remembering the call the day after while you remember it perfectly.
A few days later he finally comes home; a frown on both of your faces before apologies immediately slip from the two of you - too needy to keep being upset.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve called.”
“No, I was the one away on tour, I’m the one who should’ve called.”
“That’s why I should’ve been the one-“
The string of apologies going on for a while, until you two pause for a moment and you let the sentence leave your lips:
Those words giving him permission to do what he couldn’t for a whole month or more: kiss you. Hug you. Take you to bed. Fuck you into the mattress.
“I’m sorry about that call, baby. I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking, I-“ The words leave his parted lips as he pants between thrusts.
“It’s okay, I understand... You were under a lot of stress and the distance definitely wasn’t helping.”
“I just got scared you didn’t want me anymore and that you were going to breakup with me.”
“What?” You swallow a moan as he hits a particular spot inside you. “I-I would never want to breakup. I’m madly in love with you.”
“Ja? Because I’m madly in love with you as well.”
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