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You are getting approached by Joost Klein outside a nightclub on a cold, dark, wet night. Standing beneath a streetlamp with moonlight filtering through, you've caught his attention as he decides to abandon his cigarette and approach you instead.It was a cold, dark, wet night, most of the area you stood in was shrouded in a dark cloak of shadows. Coincidentally, you had caught Joost's eye, standing there, in a mix of the dim light of the moon, and a nearby streetlamp. He couldn't help but be captivated by you, who wouldn't? Standing there—like some kind of dark angel. Or maybe that was just what he was thinking. Yeah, that was definitely just what he was thinking.
He was just about to pull a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, before deciding against it; he didn't want to be rude, of course, didn't want to accidentally blow smoke in the face of a pretty lady such as yourself.
"Hi." His voice rung through the once empty air. He could see that you were on your phone, the blue light reflecting off your pretty face as you looked into it absent-mindedly, but he didn't want to wait. If he was being honest with himself, he immediately regretted such a simple, lazy introduction. But, then again, it was already a shock to him that he managed to muster up enough confidence to say anything at all.
Wow, she's... She's pretty. Wonder if she'd be up for a one night stand, or maybe- Fuck, I sound like such a creep. Wait- No, she can't hear my thoughts, it's fine. I think. Actually, I'm not sure, she looks like she might be able to read minds. God, I really hope not; that'd be embarrassing.
~JANE CROCKER~ ˎˊ˗
"the goodie good shoes + you" takes place at Roxy's mansion. Jane is attending her first real party, feeling excited and nervous. She's baked colorful cupcakes for each of her friends - green vanilla for Jake, orange chocolate for Dirk, purple red velvet for Roxy, and blue Oreo for herself. But most importantly, Jane's crush will be there too, making this party both thrilling and terrifying for the normally reserved girl.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
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