[RPG] Heirs and Liars - Speeltopic - Speeltopics

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Storyline

Deze RPG speelt zich af in de PARFAIT Academy. Studenten volgen aan het instituut een driejarig elitevoorbereidingsprogramma, ontworpen voor de kinderen van machtige en rijke families. Het doel is eenvoudig: ervoor zorgen dat geld, macht en invloed blijven binnen de eigen kringen. Het instituut accepteert studenten die zorgvuldig zijn geselecteerd uit ’s werelds meest invloedrijke families. De meesten arriveren als erfgenamen van zowel oude als nieuwe fortuinen. Enkelingen slagen erin om via uitzonderlijke omstandigheden toegelaten te worden. Van iedereen wordt verwacht dat ze zich in deze fase van hun leven voorbereiden op de rollen die ze binnenkort zullen erven. “Reputation is everything.” Maar in een omgeving waar reputatie alles is, kan één enkel geheim genoeg zijn om een hele toekomst te vernietigen. Op een ochtend vinden enkele studenten een briefje in hun locker. “Ik weet wat je geheim is.” Iedereen op het instituut heeft een geheim. En iemand heeft besloten dat die geheimen niet langer veilig zijn.

Invullijstje

• Naam
• Leeftijd (18-22 indien student)
• Archetype
• Publieke reputatie
• Geheim
• Mogelijk motief om anderen te blackmailen
• Innerlijk
• Uiterlijk / FC
• Geschiedenis
• Extra
• Relaties


Archetypes

In een elite instituut vol met invloedrijke studenten komen bepaalde stereotypes vaak terug. • Old money : golden heir • Old money : decadent heir • Old money : nonchalant heir • Old money : reluctant heir • Old legacy : family name, but little money left • New money • Publicly known shady money • Political / royal / celebrity heir • Scholarship student • The staff kid • Transfer student • Invisible elite

Secrets

• lost fortune
• shady deals
• money laundering
• scandals
• forbidden relationships
• fake identity


PARFAIT Academy

Gelegen op een uitgestrekt privéterrein in Zwitserland, ver weg van nieuwsgierige blikken, ligt de PARFAIT Academy. Het instituut combineert eeuwenoude architectuur met moderne luxe. Hoge stenen gebouwen met klimop begroeide muren herinneren aan de lange geschiedenis van het instituut. Studenten wonen op de campus in luxueuze residenties en nemen deel aan exclusieve evenementen. Belangrijke locaties • De balzaal — officiële diners en ceremonies • De bibliotheek — studeren en onderzoek • Studentenresidenties — luxe campusleven • Tuinen — wandelpaden en geheime ontmoetingen • Studentenlounge — discussies, drama en roddels

Curriculum


Het curriculum richt zich op domeinen zoals:

• Economics
• Political leadership
• Business strategy
• Arts & cultural influence

Eerste jaar — 18-19
Tweede jaar — 19-20
Derde jaar — 20-21


Personages

Reservaties
-Reeses - f
whiterabbit - f - [decadent heir]
whiterabbut - m - [golden heir]

Personages
WillByers - Julian "Jules" Vane - [nonchalant heir] - p1
amberkishatu - Dakota Ryelle Sterling -- [staff kid] [fc. Sara Crumbleleg] - p2
-Kosame- m Dominic Adler - [new money] [fc. Thomas Doherty] -p3
verwondering - Aster De Lusignan -[old money - reluctant heir] - p3
Hellfire Leone DiMarco Delacroix [old money - wild heir] - p3
Malinin - m Ｈａｎ Ｊａｅ－ｈｙｕｎ (한재현) [old legacy - no money] - p3
- Kosame - Josephine Cheswick - [old money - digital heir] -p3
-Jennieruby- Ｙｏｏｎ Ｓｅｏ－ｊｕｎ (한서준) - [Diplomat Son]p4
hanami SUN-MI BAE [Luxury Heir?]p4
hanamiLUCÍA MARINO [?] p4
obeahCairo Rourcke [shady deals] p5
Regels

• Minimum 100 woorden per post
• Quizlet forumregels gelden
• 16+ toegestaan (met waarschuwing)
• Bespreek gevoelige onderwerpen vooraf
• Maximaal 2 characters per schrijver
• Posts mogen NL of ENG
• Na 21 dagen stilte volgt een reminder
• Reserveringen blijven 10 dagen staan

[ bericht aangepast op 14 april 2026 - 16:50 ]

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"I wonder if life smokes after it fucks me"

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Alone in the gardens Leone woke to water gently lapping at his face. For a moment, his languid mind was convinced he must've fallen asleep at the pool again after playing 'dunk the duck' with his sister all day. Slowly emerging from his sleep, he inhaled deeply — expecting the comforting scent of chlorine and plastic inflatables, but instead treating himself to the smell of rotting plants and murky water.       The dissonance almost made him gag. His eyes shot open, the bright morning sun blinding him for a second. That's when he registered how cold he was; his body was shivering violently. His face, clearly not buried in a fresh towel, suddenly felt claustrophobically encased in what turned out to be sand.       Leone reared back violently and tried to scramble to his feet, losing his balance and knocking himself backwards into the water with an undignified splash. His hands dug into the squishy soil, barely avoiding going head under. Still, his panicked mind made him flail and gasp for air before figuring out... he was fine.       He sat there for a moment, panting and taking in his surroundings. It took him a moment to figure out where he was, but the massive statue of a Japanese Maple was a dead give-away. The gardens. Though he could not figure out for the life of him what the hell he was doing sleeping in the pond.       "Fuck," he muttered as he gathered to his feet. Water sloshed from his ruined clothes. With a sullen sigh he started wading back to the sandy beach. A duck quacked indignantly at him as he made his way over to the manicured lawn. His shoes made sad little squelches with every step. Leone ran a hand over his braids, realizing he'd have to wash them to get the rotten pond-smell out. He groaned audibly. Another hour of his life down the drain.       The grounds were far from empty and people were staring, but Leone was long past shame. At least this time he still had all of his clothes.       Leone swallowed. His tongue felt uncomfortably thick and dry, laced with the taste of ash. That was weird. He never smoked. He swallowed again, trying to get the taste out. His sluggish mind connected the dots when his gaze fell on the little holes singed into his sleeve.       Arson, again.       That probably explained the pond. Maybe. He might have tried to put out the fire that singed his sleeve. Or try to wash away the smell of smoke. He was an idiot when he was high. Damn, that was my favourite sweater, too. Leone kicked a plant as he trudged through the immaculate flower beds. He might have to consider throwing this new designer drug out. It came with too many black-outs. Yesterday he'd gotten an email from mom threatening him with rehab "or worse" — whatever the hell that was. Said the lawyers were having trouble keeping up with him. He'd ignored the email and defiantly stuck another bright purple pill under his tongue.       The elevator's bronze fence opened to let him in on his floor. Leone stuck his index finger into one of the golden lamps on the wall and fished out a key. He had learned long ago that he could not be trusted with his house keys when he was high. A man can only be locked out of his own appartement a certain number of times before it became pathetic.       His door opened to reveal a shadowy mess. Curtains drawn, floor littered with clothes and pizza boxes, even a bucket of vomit still reeking next to the bed. The remnants of his depression cave from the crash three days ago. He'd have to call the cleaners again but — well, in the meantime he only came home to shower.       Leone made his way to the giant white-and-golden bathroom and kicked the door close to keep the smell of sadness out. The soft-blue Valium on the sink was calling his name and he threw it back with a gulp of blissfully fresh water. Then he unbuckled his pants with one hand while the other worked the soaked sweater over his head.       His phone buzzed. Dom-inatrix we still pretending that this means nothing, right? Leone rolled his eyes. It was way too early and he was too hungover to deal with whatever this mood was. To Dom-inatrix: Wrong number. I'm not the blonde you left with. To Jules: The new Foxglove ain't it. Still got the oxy? He put the phone on the edge of the sink and accidently caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror before averting his eyes. No time for that.       He turned the shower soul-scorching hot, put on the cap of fine netting that would protect his braids against frizzing, and stepped into the shower, trying not to feel too much like a petulant five-year-old wanting to throw a tantrum over a shower. Leone rounded a corner and narrowly avoided bumping into someone with the cups of coffee held up high. He was about to go left when the vague remnants of amber and white flowers drifted his way. He abruptly turned around on his heels. Nope. Not this way.       With a little detour he finally made his way Mr. Davis' classroom, surprised to find he was not only in time, but actually early. He placed the caramel frappuccino with extra drizzle on a table near the window which he knew she preferred, and found himself a chair all the way in the back of the class.       For a few minutes it was enough to just sit there and nurse his coffee, watching the other students trickle in, but after a while he felt the restlessness creep in. He was on his phone digging through the PARFAIT news page before making the conscious decision to do so. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. It was right there on the front page. OLDEST TREE CRITICALLY DAMAGED — FIRE MARSHAL SUSPECTS ARSON There was a picture, too. A massive black scar dug into the trunk of the ancient sycamore tree. The leaves that hadn't been burned by the fire were already starting to litter the ground. It was dying.       Leone felt dizzy. He knew that tree. It had been one of his favourite places to meet with Sun, because sycamores always smelled so good in summer. To Honey-bun: Were we together last night? Leone's breathing had quickened unconsciously and his eyes were flitting through the classroom, as if trying to find a way out. There was a pressure rising in his stomach that felt like a scream trying to work its way out. Recognizing the signs, he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and started digging into his backpack for the little black pouch.       Time for something a little stronger.

[ bericht aangepast op 18 april 2026 - 20:32 ]

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|| Thy hatred only wakes a smile. ||

PARFAIT was een overcorrectie geweest. Zelfs haar ouders hadden dat moeten toegeven, na de gewraakte les economie die Mr. Davis vorige week had gegeven. Gewapend met Piketty’s The Economics of Inequality was ze het leslokaal binnengestapt en het boek demonstratief voor zich op tafel gelegd, helemaal vooraan, zodat de grijzende docent er uitstekend zicht op had.       Halverwege de seminar, toen het juiste moment zich aandiende, had ze niet te dweperig haar hand opgestoken, quasi-peinzend “Juist…” gemompeld en toen, met een fonkeling in haar onschuldige blik, gevraagd: “Welke argumenten rechtvaardigen het economische model dat u propagandeert, Mr. Davis? En de consequenties van dat model?”       De man had haar direct gecorrigeerd en uitgelegd dat het curriculum geen verdere ruimte liet voor beschouwing van andere onderwerpen. Aan zijn opeengeklemde kaken kon ze zien dat hij wilde dat ze nu haar mond hield.       Dare me, had haar blik hem gewaarschuwd voor ze was losgebarsten in haar oorspronkelijke pleidooi:       ‘Maar hoe, Mr. Davis, kunnen we dan straks aan onze werknemers uitleggen dat het terecht is dat zij het risico dragen, en niet wij? Dat ze simpelweg harder hadden moeten werken? Dat het eerlijk is?’ Ze pauzeerde vluchtig om op adem te komen en vervolgde toen op licht dramatische toon: ‘Dat is waar ik straks mee te maken krijg. Daar moeten wij ons allen op voorbereiden.’       ‘En,’ had ze daar met een bedachtzame blik aan toegevoegd, ‘het gaat om onze verpleegkundigen. Vakmensen. Leraren.’       Aanvankelijk tevreden dat ze haar punt had gemaakt, was het boek weer in haar tas verdwenen. Toch was de euforie snel weggeëbd toen de man vermoeid over zijn voorhoofd streek aan het einde van de les, en beschaamd had ze het lokaal verlaten.       Haar ouders waren al evenmin geamuseerd geweest en haar moeder had het zelfs – bij wijze van hoge uitzondering – nodig geacht een klein bezoek aan Zwitserland te brengen (“Ik mag hopen dat je toch al in de buurt was,” had Aster boos in het Frans gemompeld). Zelfs die had een beetje vertwijfeld naar de overdadige luxe om hen heen gekeken voor ze haar dochter had opgelegd: “Beheers je.”       Ondanks de mail die ze eerder had ontvangen, dat er een curriculumwijziging plaats zou vinden, zag ze als een berg op tegen de les. Misschien, besloot Aster, was het maar beter om laat op te komen dagen, net voor de les begon. Ze wijzigde van route en maakte een omweg langs haar kluisje, dat ze nauwelijks gebruikte omdat het ding zich net een rij te hoog bevond. Misschien had ze net tijd om te kijken of er nog wat in lag.       Het scharnier ging zwaar en piepte. Spottend dacht Aster dat ze dit “ernstige gebrek” toch eens moest melden bij – ja, bij wie, eigenlijk? – toen ze tot haar verbazing een klein, onopvallend stukje papier aantrof, ogenschijnlijk perfect in het midden gepositioneerd. Bevreemd stak ze haar hand uit en viste ze het briefje eruit. Haar ogen gleden over de letters. Kort keek ze om zich heen, maar de hal was onverminderd druk en chaotisch. Ergens ver achterin hoorde ze de kenmerkende schelle lach van haar broertje Raphaël.       Aster keek nog eens naar het papiertje. Je geheim.       Welk?       Geïrriteerd dat iemand het lef had iets anoniem achter te laten, zocht ze een pen uit haar color-coded etui en krabbelde ze op de achterkant: Weet je zeker dat het er niet meerdere zijn?       Toen: FUCK YOU.       Aster sloeg het deurtje dicht en keek op haar telefoon voor de tijd. Aan: Jae Je hebt die foto’s weggegooid, toch? Niet dat die daadwerkelijk het probleem vormden – ze stond er vast goed op -, maar toch. Aster beet op haar lip toen er een nieuwe ping klonk. Van: Raphaël kun je nou nooit eens normaal doen?? iedereen in mijn klas heeft het over jou en je debiele petitie voor die haaien in scandi Aan: Raphaël Walvissen, idioot. Op de Faroër. Moet ik een GoFundMe voor jou starten, crybaby? Inmiddels schoten de meeste studenten weg over de gangen, hun lokalen in, hoewel een aantal hun pas zichtbaar en bewust vertraagde, alsof niet zij haast hadden te maken, maar de docent simpelweg te vroeg was. Met een diepe frons tussen haar wenkbrauwen liep ze het lokaal binnen, uit automatisme direct door, zonder acht te slaan op de vernietigende blik van Mr. Davis, naar haar lievelingsplek: links, bij het raam. Afwezig schoof ze de beker die op de tafel stond aan de kant.       Haar oog viel op de plataan op het veld buiten. De schitterende roodgouden bladeren waren verdwenen en de stam was zwartgeblakerd. Aster rolde met haar ogen en wilde net plaats nemen toen ze haar eigen lievelingsbestelling herkende.       Een eindje verderop, helemaal achterin, maakte ze oogcontact met Leone. Met de frappuccino in haar hand ging ze op de lege tafel naast hem zitten, zonder hem direct te claimen. Haar benen zwiepten op en neer.       ‘What’s this?' vroeg ze glimlachend. ‘Een donatie voor het goede doel?’ ‘Volgende keer trakteer ik,’ zei ze voor ze hem bedankte en genietend een klein slokje nam.       Onder het toeziend oog van Mr. Davis besloot ze dat het waarschijnlijk maar beter om zich te verschuilen. ‘Deze was nog niet bezet, toch?’ vroeg ze Leone daarom terwijl ze al vast begon met het uitpakken van haar spullen.       Aster knikte kort naar het raam. ‘Heb je net die boom buiten gezien? Wie doet nou zoiets?’ Aan: Dom Ternauwernood. Economie. Wat spook jij uit? Aan: Dakota Hoi! Ik organiseer dit jaar weer een jurkenveiling, dit keer voor Greenpeace. Je kan ze tot 15 december bij me inleveren! Aan: Juju Heb je zin om na de lessen een wandeling te maken? Van: Charlotte (DAR) Ladies! Volgende maand, 18 november, 11:00 krijgen twee afgevaardigden van ons chapter de kans ons te vertegenwoordigen in D.C. op de jaarlijkse conventie van de Daughters of the Revolution! Geïnteresseerden kunnen zich bij mij melden. De officiële uitnodiging volgt. Aan: Daughters of the Revolution, Good Wife’s River Chapter 🪻🌸 Oh, fuck, dan kan ik niet!! saddddd

[ bericht aangepast op 18 april 2026 - 12:00 ]

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Omnia mutantur, nihil interit

Julian “Jules” Vane "Trust is a high-denomination currency; if you spend it on everyone you meet, you’ll end up bankrupt before you find the ones worth the investment." Outfit Terwijl Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone afspeelde liep Julian door de gangen van de academy. Nog altijd vertwijfeld wat het briefje betekende. Was het slim het tot een propje te maken, of had het beter geweest om het in originele toestand te houden, zodat hij wellicht het handschrift zou kunnen ontcijferen… Zoveel vragen en geen antwoorden. Wat had hij daar een hékel aan. Bzz. Zijn mobieltje trilde. Hij haalde hem uit zijn achterzak en keek naar het bericht wat hij had gekregen. Le Dela: "Die nieuwe Foxglove is het niet. Heb je die oxy nog?" Een van zijn trouwste klanten: Leone. To Le Dela: “Hi. Hoeveel wil je? Ik zou nog wel wat moeten hebben.” Bzz. A-Star: “Heb je zin om na de lessen een wandeling te maken?” Precies wat hij nodig had. To A-Star: “Met jou altijd. Zal ik nog wat voor je meenemen om te snacken?” Hij glimlachte kort en stak zijn mobiel weer terug waar hij hem vandaan had. Nu was er een belangrijke vraag: Welk onderricht had hij nu? “Fuck,” mompelde hij zachtjes en beet kort op zijn onderlip. “Economics.” Hij wees met zijn vinger in de richting waar hij heen moest en begon zijn weg te vervolgen. Aangekomen in het lokaal nam hij plaats op de achterste rij: Zijn vaste plek. Met zijn rug tegen de muur. Het is zelden dat iemand hem midden in een lokaal zou zien zitten. Hij vertrouwde andere niet zo snel. En nu zeker niet meer sinds hij dat briefje in zijn locker had gevonden. Hij zag A-Star en Leone zitten en wenkte naar de twee.

[ bericht aangepast op 17 april 2026 - 22:46 ]

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Ich liebe dich 27.12.23

with dominic - gardens ‘’Questo è assolutamente depriment,’’ Lucía mumbled, looking at the pathetic excuse what they called a sun here. How people could live in a landlocked country was something she'd never understand. Without sea, without ocean, without an endless coastline to escape to. An essential part of the world was missing here. No salty air, so sound of crashing waves, no sand between your toes. Lakes, ponds and rivers were not the same, merely poor substitutes.       Lucía wandered slowly through the gardens and stopped abruptly when she saw something that absolutely did not belong in a pond. There was something – no, someone – laying in the reeds. Leone, asleep. Peacefully, even, if he had just laid down there and had decided that that was the perfect place to spend the night. Lucía stared at him for a long moment, one dark eyebrow lifting in disbelief.       ‘’Oh, questo è bellissimo.’’ Without an ounce of hesitation, Lucía grabbed her phone and snapped a photo. Having some embarrassing photos of someone never hurt to have. He was laying in area that was undeep enough that he wouldn't suddenly drown. But just to be sure, Lucía dragged him out far enough that at least his upperbody was no longer in the water. ‘’Dio, che odore.’’ Lucía wrinkled her nose and shook her head. She placed her hand on his neck. His heartbeat seemed fine enough, neither did he feel cold enough to have hypothermia. Good enough. She looked down at him, still dead asleep despite being dragged through mud. Not able to resist, she crouched down beside him and held her phone up again, angling it carefully for a selfie. Lucía looked perfectly composed, Leone looked half dead. ‘’Dormite bene, principesse.’’ Not bothering to wake him up, she walked on. He'd wake-up grumpy and with wet everything, but that was on him.       It didn't take long for her to arrive at one of her favourite spots on campus: an old bench tucked away where the gardens opened up enough to catch whatever sunlight. The bench was still slightly damp from the night, but the weak morning sun had warmed it enough that Lucía didn't care. She laid down, her head bungling over the edge, took out a joint and let the sun warm her face.       Too soon, her peaceful morning was rudely interrupted. ‘’Do you do this more often,’’ Dominic, ‘’or is this your way of saying you don't want to see anyone today.’’       Lucía did not bother to open her eyes. ‘’If I don't want to see anyone, I'll just tell them.’’ She slowly blew out the smoke. ‘’Unfortunately, not everyone is good at listening. And with ‘not everyone', I mean you. I wondered if you were partly deaf for a while.’’ With a sigh, Lucía sat upright, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. She swung her legs over the side of the bench and got to her feet, the joint still balanced loosely between her fingers. Taking a few steps toward Dominic, she stopped just close enough to tilt her head up at him, an amused glint in her eyes.       ‘’My plan this weekend is to get high enough to hallucinate sun, sea and sand. I'd ask you to join but…’’ She tilted her head and smiled at him. ‘’I know you have this little obsession with keeping control, so probably not for you.’’ She held out the joint to him. ‘’Want some?’’ To Leone *photo of Leono sleeping in the pond* Did you have a good nap? I hope you took a shower To Jae Hey loser To Cairo Kyoto, love. I need a favour

[ bericht aangepast op 17 april 2026 - 21:43 ]

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baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone

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23 ✠ Bedroom ➟ Class ✠ Outfit As he finished his cigarette, Cairo quickly glanced at the clock on his screen, which told him it was nearly time to leave for class. He'd get breakfast after Econ then. While he was more than glad he'd be done with this charade in the coming year, he couldn't deny some of his classes had actually proved helpful. Who knew a module called "Mastering Productivity" could be applied to the drug trade?       Just as he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the window sill, Cairo's phone chimed again - Nicky's name flashing on the screen. Within five minutes? Nice. Satisfied, he stood up and slipped his phone into his back pocket, popped a cinnamon flavoured -his favourite- gum in his mouth and gave his shirt a couple of spritzes of his signature cologne to rid himself of the tobacco smell. While the scent was sweetly floral at first, that quickly faded into something warm and woodsy, which usually lasted all day. He'd barely made it out the door before his cell went berserk with notifications. He pulled it out and read the messages whilst he blindly navigated the halls, only looking up now and then to make sure he didn't run face first into a wall or other person. Sun's text only confirmed what he already knew; his girl wasn't feeling it today - and he needed to find out why, sooner than later. ✉ My Sunshine ☀️💛🌻 Have at him, love. Don't answer my question with another question. Tell me, pls 🖤 Now, Leone's message was even more worrisome. Had he fucking blacked out again? This was the second time in under two weeks now. Cairo didn't appreciate the way the pill popping twunk seemed hell bent on destroying himself as fast as possible. It would kill Sun if she knew. ✉ Lion You'd remember if we were, Babygirl. 😉somewhitetexthere Do you need me to find you? To anyone reading over Leone's shoulder the text would appear flirty, caring. And while the second half of that was somewhat true, Leone would know what Cairo really meant; I would've never let you even get to the point of blackout, you dumbass. If he ever had to walk in on the man semi-naked, vomit caked in his braids and generally smelling like an entire seedy alley again, he'd start a riot. After opening Dominic's text, Cairo's heart nearly skipped a beat. Traitor. He read the words again - just to make sure they actually said what he thought they said. They did. He snorted. And they said romance was dead. Now, if he were a less confident man, he might've told Dominic to go fuck himself (but who was he kidding, Cairo wanted the honours), and that he wouldn't let himself be second choice. But it occurred to him that if Nicky mentioned competition that meant Cairo was still in the game, and that in that moment Dominic was thinking of him. He could work with that. Was he jealous? Dangerously so, yes. Did he feel threatened? Not in the slightest. And even though he wouldn't ever let Nicky on to the first part of that thought, he'd make sure the second one would come across loud and clear - in as little words as possible, because right now he didn't begrudge Nick the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he had already rooted himself in Cairo's chest and mind. ✉ NICKY 🌶️ K pet 😘somewhitetexthere somewhitetexthere somewhitetexthere The name of the last person he needed to reply to made him grin from ear to ear. These words almost gave him palpitations again, be it for an entirely different reason; anticipation, the possibility of pandemonium and exhilaration. Where the little angel on his shoulder won any and all arguments when he was near Sun, Lucía had proven that she herself was the little devil on the other side. Whatever she had to say, it could only entail fun. ✉ Lucía Tell me, Amore. 😈somewhitetexthere somewhitetexthere somewhitetexthere He'd been so enveloped in texting, he'd walked past the classroom. Cairo backed up a couple steps and entered as he put his phone away. Both to his immediate relief and utter dismay, he noticed Leone in the back. It took him a split second to smooth out his expression. He walked to the vacant seat in front of PARFAIT's resident party animal and sat down, before turning around to face him and Aster, who was sat next to him. "Blondie," he greeted her before turning to Leone and studying him more closely. He instantly clocked the droopy eye-lids and hissed, "You motherfucker. When are you going to listen?" A couple of seats over he noticed Julian. Why did he keep selling that much shit to Leone? Could he not see what it was doing to him - no, what he was doing to himself with it? Did he not have a single lick of - Cairo cut his thoughts off before the energy that accompanied them could spill from his body. "Vane." He rumbled, warning and blame clear in his eyes. If he hadn't such a good face, Cairo would've considered punching it long before today.

[ bericht aangepast op 18 april 2026 - 9:30 ]

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Bicycle, unicycle, unitard. Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants.

Dakota Ryelle Sterling POV
Gangen - Klaslokaal met Jules

Met nog een paar minuten speling, waagde Dakota het erop om nog langs haar locker te passeren. Ze versnelde haar pas om de kleine omweg sneller achter de rug te hebben. Haar vingers gleden in een familiair patroon over haar combinatie alvorens haar locker opende. Het ding zelf werkte echter vermoeiend genoeg tegen, waardoor ze extra hard moest trekken. “Wtf?” mompelde ze hardop. “Het leek wel alsof haar locker geforceerd was, misschien kon ze de conciërge vragen eens te kijken wat er aan de hand was. Waardevolle of dure voorwerpen zaten zowiezo niet in haar locker, daarvoor had ze er nu echt te weinig om er te laten liggen in haar locker, maar toch, het idee dat iemand in haar locker zou willen geraakt zijn beangstigde haar wel. “Waarschijnlijk is iemand gewoon kei hard tegen m’n locker terecht gekomen”, probeerde ze zichzelf moed in te praten. Het leek alleszins een logischere verklaring dan dat iemand haar locker specifiek zou willen saboteren. Met een laatste harde snok, gevoed door frustratie enerzijds en de tijd die nu toch wel echt begon te dringen slaagde ze erin om haar kluisje eindelijk te openen. Het resultaat was uiteraard echter dat bij het openen van haar locker, een aantal boeken er meteen uittuimelden. “Serieus?!” “Hier heb ik nu echt geen tijd voor “, blies ze gefrustreerd. Ze keek even de gang door of iemand haar gezien had, alvorens ze zich bukte om meteen zo snel mogelijk alle boeken te verzamelen. Aangezien het maar om een drietal handboeken ging, was de rommel snel opgeruimd, enkel een klein wit briefje bleef achter op de grond. Waarschijnlijk er onhandig uitgevallen : een plaknotitie, een boekenwijzer, een doorgeefbriefje met opmerkingen van Aster en co erop gekribbeld. Maar toen ze het opraapte, stokte haar adem in haar keel. “Ik weet je geheim” Gevoelloos, dat was het eerste wat door haar heenging. Pure stilte, zonder emotie, zonder reactie. Voor een tweetal seconde was haar hoofd, dat altijd aan het razen was stil. Dat ging echter snel over naar pure blinde paniek. Ze keek om zich heen. Niemand, de les ging waarschijnlijk ook elk moment beginnen. Ze sloot haar locker en snelde naar het klaslokaal van ECON. Nog net op tijd kon ze binnen glippen. Mr Davis keek haar aan met die diepe denkrimpel waar hij om bekend stond. Ze wierp hem een onschuldig lachje toe en stak haar hand op in een ontschuldigend gebaar alvorens ze in het klaslokaal keek. Aster, Leone, ...Jules! Als er iemand was die haar geheim kon weten om haar te blackmailen was het hij wel. En anders was hij de persoon die haar kon helpen. Ze moest het echter wel slim aanpakken, want als hij van niets wist dan zat ze in nog een groter probleem. Er was iemand op PARFAIT die wist dat ze fake was. Dit kon het einde betekenen van haar schoolcarrière, de job van haar vader, waar was het misgelopen? Het belangrijkste was dat ze momenteel even niets liet doorschemeren en door de stress geen extra steken liet vallen. Het speelde in haar voordeel dat het klaslokaal al behoorlijk vol was, dus besloot ze om het risico te nemen en naast Jules te gaan zitten. Ze deed even of ze nog keek om een plek te vinden naast Aster, om vervolgens plaats te nemen op de laatste rij. Het briefje had ze weggestopt ondertussen. Ze zou Jules eerst vragen naar de sabotage van haar locker, of hij daar iets van afwist, alvorens ze over het briefje zou beginnen. Ze kon altijd doen alsof het een domme grap was tegen hem, want uiteraard had ze niets te verbergen. Alleen wist ze dat zelf als het een grap was, ze het risico niet kon nemen. Aan Aster Oohh exciting! Ik kijk dit weekend meteen wat er weg kan.

[ bericht aangepast op 18 april 2026 - 8:59 ]

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"I wonder if life smokes after it fucks me"

STUDENTLOUNGE • WITH SUN Sun was clearly shaken by the note they had both received. Immediately, she suggested what she often did whenever pressure mounted on their fake relationship: they should break up. That, however, wasn’t an option for Jun. Sun knew that, he had said often enough that he didn’t mind the reactions their being together sometimes provoked. Sun, on the other hand, seemed to feel endlessly guilty about other people’s interference. Jun wanted to argue with her, but her entire posture betrayed that her mind was racing and already preoccupied with other things. While checking her phone, she walked over to the window. Jun leaned against a table and followed her with his gaze. He expected to see worry on her face, but instead a blush spread across her cheeks after she read something on her phone. Then she tossed it aside, pulled another one from her bag, and began typing furiously. Soon, the blush was replaced by a frown on her forehead. Paranoid, she looked out the window.       “I am going to need a new number. Again,” she muttered. “Maybe you’d be better off not having a phone at all,” Jun remarked. “Those two phones of yours are doing you more harm than good.” Nevertheless, he walked over to his bag, pulled out a small envelope, and turned to Sun.       “Here,” he said, handing her the envelope with a new SIM card. It was only a matter of time before Sun needed a new number again, and Jun was prepared for that.       “I am really sorry that you are dragged into all of this. I really understand if you want to stop all of this. You are giving me a lot more than I am giving you,” she began apologizing again. “And I am taking up so much of your free time, and that’s not fair and—”       Jun waved off her apologies and wanted to explain that they were friends, and that the whole point of friendship was spending time together. But he didn’t get the chance. The door creaked. Jun looked up, but before he could see who had appeared in the doorway, two soft lips found his. Sun clutched his shirt, and instinctively Jun pulled her closer, bringing their bodies together as his hand moved to her back.       “Miss Bae! Mister Yoon!” their economics professor, Mrs. Grunewald, called out. Sun pulled away.       Jun was left standing there, dazed. Had she really just kissed him? He didn’t even catch what their economics professor said next, as if his brain had gotten stuck on the kiss, on the feeling it left him with. Sun grabbed him again, this time by the hand, and pulled him out of the classroom. That was enough to bring him back to the present.       “I am so sorry!” came Sun’s next apology. “It was the first thing that came to mind.” She looked at him, her face flushed red. “It always works in series. I won’t do it again, I promise.”       Jun couldn’t help but laugh. “That was the first thing you thought of?” he asked, still half laughing. “And don’t blame the series you watch—you know it was because of my good looks. Just admit it.”       Sun rested her head against his shoulder. “Grunewald was wrong though; it’s hardly PDA if there’s no ‘P’ involved,” she said, before sighing. “I need some green tea. I really am sorry. For the kiss and everything else.”       “Next time you apologize, you owe me a new tattoo,” Jun said. “Sun, seriously, how many times do I have to say it? I don’t mind if it causes trouble. Wasn’t that the whole point of, you know, you and me? That it would attract attention? Well, mission accomplished if you ask me.”       Jun’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he unlocked it to find a flood of notifications. Soon, a photo appeared of him and Sun, kissing in the economics classroom. “I guess you were wrong about that PDA thing,” Jun said, holding up his phone for Sun to see. “On PARFAIT, there’s always an audience.”       He flushed red, because trouble with a professor was one thing, but trouble with JC? That wouldn’t be so easy to brush off as Professor Grunewald. Would she understand if he explained what had happened? Jun doubted it. No one but Sun would understand the ridiculous logic of an emergency kiss. He quickly sent JC a message.       Once they reached the student lounge, Jun poured a large mug of green tea for Sun, handed it to her, and asked with a grin, “So? Going to tell me why you were buslhing earlier?” To JC: Don't believe everything you see online To LSD: Luccyy When are we hanging out again? To Dom: With little miss sunshine rn. Have no classes today. WBU? Are you down for some daydrinking? To Don’t Screenshot This (PARFAIT groupchat, whoever wants in is in) who decided to have a bonfire on campus last night and not invite me? anyone seen anything?

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With Aster & Cairo in class Leone froze when he noticed that Aster had figured out the coffee and was now making her way towards him. Crap. After a second of indecision, he quickly grabbed the kit and, hiding it behind the palm of his hand as much as he could, crammed it into the front pocket of his hoodie. He wasn't secretive about his use. In fact, it would be rather hard to keep it a secret when he pulled stunts like napping in the pond. But he wasn't about to pop one right in the face of someone like Aster.       Not when she looked at him like he was a normal person.       Aster smiled at him when she sat down on the table next to him. A genuine, soft smile that made her whole face glow like golden hour. She kicked her legs playfully in the air when she spoke. Leone felt himself grin in return. His heartbeat slowed. Maybe he wouldn't need another hit.       "I have no idea what you're talking about, miss De Lusignan," he teased, "but that doesn't look like a save-the-world kind of coffee. Are you sure you're allowed to have that monstrous thing?"       The gleeful sip she took from her coffee made it look like there was nothing she'd rather be doing. As if the whole world was alright and all she had to do was enjoy that drink. Leone felt something stir in his stomach. He had made her smile like that.       He nodded at Julian across the room and rummaged in his bag a little while Aster settled down in the chair next to his. When he stole a glance at her she nodded at the window. Leone's heart sank.       Who would do something like that who would do something like that who would do something like that       Yes, Leone. Who would do something like that?       He swallowed, realizing he had to respond, to say something normal and caring, but all he could feel was his throat tightening and his breath quickening. Sun will be heartbroken. Aster will despise him. Cairo will be disappointed.       The silence was about to stretch into something awkward, or worse, incriminating, when Cairo materialized and took the seat in front of him. Leone tried in vain to look a little more sober, but Cairo clocked him immediately. Leone flinched at his words. It had been a mistake to text him.       When Cairo turned around to growl at Jules, Leone almost kicked him the shins.       "Ooo-kay, down boy," Leone said with a smile that did not feel entirely like his own. "I try not to make a habit out of listening to my personal demons."       He shuffled in his seat, trying to settle back in that comfortable feeling that had slipped through his fingers not even minute ago. After a second, he realized it was not going to come back. Not while he was cornered like this, with Cairo breathing down his neck and Aster talking about the tree - her relentless activism for nature would surely drive her to dig out the arsonist. He needed to get out of here. Now. Before class started and he was locked in here with both of them for an hour.       Leone rose from his chair and tried to look at ease. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I think I left my ECON book in my locker." He flourished a little mock-bow at Aster, "Cinderella," then at Cairo, "Gaston".       Leaving his backpack on the floor, he rushed out of the classroom before either of them could stop him. Stepping out into the empty hallway felt like escaping inevitable suffocation. Leone took a few deep breaths and leaned against the cold, whitewashed stone wall.       Alright. Time to take away the risk. There had already been way too many emotions today.       His shaking fingers fumbled with the zipper and he almost dislodged the damn thing before he finally managed to open the kit with a jerk. Something white fluttered out. Leone clumsily caught it on the second try, right before it hit the ground. A confused frown slid over his face. It was a piece of paper, carefully folded. He could not figure out for the life of him when or why he would put that in his kit.       Vaguely impatient, he unfolded it. I KNOW YOUR SECRET Printed in neat, dark letters. Not even remotely like his handwriting. Leone blinked a few times, trying to remember literally anything that made this make sense, but nothing came up. It must have been someone else, which meant that someone had been in his things, in his kit.       He read the note again. I know your secret? A threat hidden in his stash, for some reason. . . . Wait — the drugs? Leone snorted. That was the secret?       "No shit, Sherlock," Leone mumbled, laughing to himself. He stuffed the note in his pocket and redirected his attention. His eyes traced over the multiple little pouches in his kit, neatly arranged. After a second of consideration he chose the packet of bright little pills in all colours, each pressed with a different looking stamp — making them look a little like candy.       The yellow one with a smiley. A light dose. Leone popped the ecstasy in his mouth and fished out his phone. Honey-bun: You'd remember if we were, Babygirl. 😉 Do you need me to find you? Guess he decided to take matters into his own hands. Such a fuzzy little momma. Leone sighed and scrolled through his messages. There was something going on in the group chat, and further below an older one from Lucía, which he had missed somehow. Bitch: *picture* Did you have a good nap? I hope you took a shower Leone felt the fire in him ignite. Attached was a picture of him, asleep in the pond and looking dead for all intents and purposes.       Muttering something vile, he send his reply without overthinking. He needed to get this out before the drugs kicked in. X made him all cuddly and forgiving, and Lucía would walk all over his ass if he showed any weakness. To Bitch: Best pray you float.

[ bericht aangepast op 18 april 2026 - 23:04 ]

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|| Thy hatred only wakes a smile. ||

To Jun: ofcourse i am 8 is perfect also, someone left something in my locker this morning have you found anything too today? Josephine didn’t pull away immediately when he wrapped an arm around her. For a second, just one, she let it exist. The familiarity. The ease. The version of herself that didn’t have to perform quite as precisely. Then she stepped back into place. Her gaze dropped to his screen, taking in the image, the timestamp, the name. Sun. An old post. Too old to be accidental, too deliberate to be nothing. Her expression stayed composed, but something in her eyes sharpened: subtle, controlled. “Maybe she just felt nostalgic,” Josephine said lightly, her tone smooth, almost teasing. “Not everything is a crisis, Jae.” She glanced up at him then, really looking this time. There was something off. Not obvious. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But she knew him well enough to catch the edges of it, the slight tension in his posture, the way his attention didn’t fully settle. Josephine tilted her head faintly, studying him for half a second longer than necessary. “Or maybe,” she added, softer now but no less precise, “you’re asking the wrong question.” Her fingers brushed briefly against his wrist. Not pulling him back, not holding him there either. Just a fleeting point of contact. Grounding. Testing.       “Sun doesn’t do things accidentally,” she continued, her voice calm, steady. Protective, without sounding like it. “If she wanted you to know something, she would’ve made it obvious.” A pause. “And if she didn’t…” Her gaze held his, unwavering but not unkind. “Then it’s probably not yours to figure out.” She let the silence sit for a moment. Not awkward, just… full. Like she was giving him space to either drop it or say something real. Then her phone vibrated. Once. Then again. Josephine didn’t look at it immediately. She finished the moment with Jae first, steady and calm, like nothing in the world was urgent enough to break that. Only then did she glance down. Jun. Her expression didn’t change at first. It rarely did. But something in her stillness shifted, subtle, internal, like a thread tightening somewhere unseen. She opened the message: don’t believe everything you see online. Below it another notification, a photo was already spreading through campus channels: too fast, too public. A blurred but unmistakable image: Jun and Sun, too close in a classroom. The kind of angle that looked like something it wasn’t… or exactly like something it was never meant to be seen as. Josephine stared at it for a second longer than necessary. She texted him back. To Jun: i don’t i believe you don’t make me regret that Then she locked her phone. Slowly. Carefully. When she looked back up at Jae, nothing in her face gave it away. Still composed. Still present. Still here with him. But her voice, when it came, had shifted: softer, slightly more grounded than before. Her eyes flicked back to his phone briefly, then away again as if it had already lost its importance. “But I’m curious,” Josephine went on, shifting the tone just enough to feel intentional. She smiled softly. Her brow lifted slightly, not accusing, just observant. “What were you hoping to hear?” To Cairo: omg c!!! no i just… need a friend right now don’t ask too much, okay? To Sun: it was jae, wasn’t it???? ran into him he brought it up…

[ bericht aangepast op 18 april 2026 - 18:29 ]

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"It sounds weird to say this, but I'm really glad I hit you with my moped"

Julian “Jules” Vane Zijn blik gleed door de ruimte. Zo langzaam werd het vol. De meeste stoelen waren al bezet en de laatste medestudenten kwamen nog binnen gewandeld. Zijn blik viel op Cairo, die de ruimte binnen kwam en hij keek misschien net een paar seconden te lang naar hem. Maar wat verwachten mensen dan van Jules, dat hij niet keek? Die gozer was gewoon hot. Er was alleen een klein probleem; Cairo was niet zo een grote fan van Jules en dat merkte hij maar al te goed. En dat Cairo het niet goed met Jules kon vinden werd maar weer al te duidelijk, toen hij een giftige blik toegeworpen kreeg. “Vane.” Het kwam bijna grommend uit Cairo’s mond en Jules trok kort een wenkbrauw op. “Problemen, Rourcke?” Vroeg hij toen met een lichte uitdagende ondertoon en hield zijn blik net iets te lang vast met dat van Cairo, terwijl hij kort op zijn onderlip beet. Hij wist precies waarom het ging. De jongen had er problemen mee dat hij drugs bezorgde aan Leone. Maar dat was niet Jules' probleem. Hij bezorgt het alleen maar. Hij hoefde geen rekening te houden met wat de personen die het van hem kopen ermee deden. Dat waren zijn zaken niet. Hij hoorde dat Leone Cairo probeerde terug te fluiten, maar besteedde er verder geen aandacht aan. Plots streek er een donkerblonde jonge dame naast hem neer; Dakota. Jules bekeek haar gezicht. Zijn blik gleed van haar voorhoofd, waar een lichte bezorgde frons stond, naar haar ogen, die redelijk wat paniek uitstraalde. Hij merkte dat ze probeerde het te verbergen, maar Jules had haar vaak genoeg bekeken. “Hey…” zei hij zacht en zocht oogcontact met Dakota. “Wat is er aan de hand, heb je een spook gezien?” Hij probeerde het gesprek wat luchtig te beginnen. Hij schonk haar een vriendelijke glimlach en bekeek haar houding. Hij zag hoe Leone de ruimte verliet, maar besloot er niet achteraan te gaan. Hij wilde eerst weten wat er met Dakota aan de hand was. Ze besloot niet zomaar naast hem te gaan zitten, daar moest een reden voor geweest zijn.

[ bericht aangepast op 18 april 2026 - 20:12 ]

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Ich liebe dich 27.12.23

Dominic had seen her before she saw him. Or at least before she acknowledged him. The smoke gave it away first. Then the posture. The kind of careless possession of space that most people didn’t dare on this campus. Lucía. Of course. His phone buzzed once. Blocked, again. A few taps in the burner app and the number was gone, replaced by a new one. Clean. Unconnected. Exactly how he liked it. To Sun (anonymously): blocking me is a bit dramatic Dominic’s phone lit up again before he even had time to fully register the last thread. A second name. A different tone. Cairo. The message was short. For a moment, Dominic didn’t respond. Not because he needed time. Because he didn’t. His thumb hovered once over the screen, eyes briefly unfocused as he weighed it, not the content, but the intention behind it. Cairo never sent things without meaning something by it. Then he exhaled quietly through his nose. Almost amused. Almost bored. He typed back. To Cairo; you’re getting predictable Send. No emoji. Just enough to keep Cairo interested without feeding him anything real. He locked the phone and slipped it back into his pocket like the exchange hadn’t taken anything from him at all. Like it never could. He slowed his pace just slightly as he approached Lucía, hands in his pockets, gaze settling on her without urgency. There was no hesitation in him, no question of whether he should walk away. He didn’t. “Do you do this more often,” he asked, voice low, almost conversational, “or is this your way of saying you don’t want to see anyone today.” She didn’t even open her eyes. “If I don’t want to see anyone, I’ll just tell them.” A faint exhale left him, something between a quiet scoff and amusement.       “Right,” Dominic muttered under his breath. “You seem very direct.” “Unfortunately, not everyone is good at listening. And with ‘not everyone’, I mean you. I wondered if you were partly deaf for a while.” That made him look at her properly. Not defensive. Not offended. Just… attentive.       “Yeah,” he said simply. “I got that part.” But he didn’t move. Didn’t leave. If anything, he stayed exactly where he was, like her dismissal hadn’t been a dismissal at all, just another part of the conversation. She sighed, sat up, brushed her hair back. The shift in posture changed the dynamic instantly. And then she stood. Walked toward him. That, more than anything she’d said, held his attention.       “My plan this weekend is to get high enough to hallucinate sun, sea and sand.” His eyes dropped briefly to the joint between her fingers. “Ambitious,” he remarked dryly.       “I’d ask you to join but… I know you have this little obsession with keeping control, so probably not for you.” There it was again. Control. Dominic’s gaze lifted back to hers, something sharper settling in behind the calm.       “People keep saying that,” he said, almost lightly. “Like it’s a flaw.” He stepped closer then, not abrupt, not invasive. Just enough to close the distance she’d already shortened herself. His eyes flicked from hers to the joint again. He didn’t take it yet. “Funny thing is,” he continued, voice even, “you’re the one planning to hallucinate an entirely different reality.” A beat. His gaze returned to her, steady. “And I’m the one with the problem?” Only then did his fingers brush against hers, brief contact, intentional but not lingering as he took the joint from her hand. He held it loosely, not using it yet.       “You don’t want to see anyone,” Dominic added, quieter now, almost like he was thinking out loud. “But you didn’t tell me to leave.” Not a question. An observation. He tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was something that didn’t quite add up and that made it interesting. “You hallucinating something better,” he went on, tone calm, “or just trying to forget what’s already here?” His gaze didn’t waver. “Because those aren’t the same thing.” A small pause. Then, softer, almost absentminded: “And you don’t seem like someone who does things without a reason.” He stepped back just slightly after that, giving her space again without breaking the line between them. Then finally, he brought the joint to his lips. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world. Like leaving had never been an option in the first place. To Leone: not involved To Aster: surviving barely skipping class you? To Jun: i’ll join daydrinking’s fine is sun joining? To Don’t Screenshot This: missed it too next time i want a heads-up

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"It sounds weird to say this, but I'm really glad I hit you with my moped"

AT CAMPUS • WITH JC Josephine suggested that Sun might have been feeling nostalgic and that was why she had liked his photo. Jae had his doubts about that, but before he could voice them, JC had already read it on his face. She tilted her head slightly and studied him.       “Or maybe,” she added, softer now but no less precise, “you’re asking the wrong question.” “And what question should I be asking?” he asked.       JC let her fingers brush lightly over his wrist for a brief moment. Jae’s eyes were drawn to her touch. She had always been the charmer. “Sun doesn’t do things accidentally,” she continued, her voice calm and steady. “If she wanted you to know something, she would’ve made it obvious. And if she didn’t…” Her gaze held his. “Then it’s probably not yours to figure out.”       “Hmm.” Jae let the words settle. Was that true? He wasn’t so sure, but JC was also Sun’s best friend. If Sun had really been stalking his Instagram, JC would be the last person to admit it. JC was distracted when her phone buzzed, and Jae received a notification as well. As he unlocked his screen and opened TikTok, he was immediately confronted with a photo ánd video of Sun and Jun kissing. It irritated him. It shouldn’t have, but it did. Jae had always felt like something about those two didn’t add up. He never saw them show real affection in public, which had made him hope their relationship wouldn’t amount to anything. That it wouldn’t be real. But this video was unmistakable. It was the proof he hadn’t wanted to see.       “But I’m curious,” Josephine went on, smiling softly. “What were you hoping to hear?” Jae shrugged. “Honestly?” he asked. “Look, no offense to your stepbrother, but I kind of hoped their relationship would fall apart,” he said plainly. “Sun was really there for me after my dad passed, so I thought…” He briefly looked away. “That maybe we would grow closer again,” he continued, before meeting JC’s gaze once more. “But apparently not.” He showed JC the video of Sun and Jun, then swiped it away. “Anyway, aren’t we going to be late?” He checked the time on his phone. JC had to be at The White Room in fifteen minutes, an exclusive art gallery opening that she was the face of. From what Jae had heard from Margaux and Amara, JC would be opening the gallery, cutting the ribbon and all, and her favorite coffee order would be available for all guests, along with her favorite bites. Apparently, it had been a complete battlefield online to secure an invite, according to Margaux that is. Jae didn’t understand much of the influencer world, but he didn’t mind helping JC; influencer events were a great source of free stuff, and sometimes he managed to squeeze some cash out of superficial JC wannabes.       “Do we need to wait for your minions, or can we just go?” he asked. To: Sun Keep telling yourself that You were stalking my feed, just admit it To: Aster Waarom zou ik kunst weggooien? To: Lucía Sorry, volgens mij was dit bericht bedoeld voor je chat met jezelf.

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23 ✠ Class ➟ Hallway ✠ With Leone ✠ Outfit Cairo was about to tell Leone that he shouldn't feel flattered, that he made it a point to haunt everyone, when Julian intervened. "Problems, Rourcke?" Cairo's gaze dropped, eyeing the way Julian's teeth sank into his bottom lip. He donned a shit-eating grin as he looked back up. "You'd love that, wouldn't you... Fixer?" he mused, voice low and inviting - drawing out the nickname as he leaned in closer. Cairo wasn't stupid enough to ever take his problems to Julian. He was more than capable of creating his own solutions, and with Julian no favour ever came free.       Meanwhile Leone seemed to have taken advantage of Cairo's temporary distraction to escape. For fucks sake. Cairo waited until he was out the door before he, too, rose slowly from his seat. Ignoring the others, he picked up Leone's backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Unhurriedly, he made his way out of the room - giving Leone the chance to somewhat compose himself before he stepped into the hallway. Too his surprise, Cairo didn't have to look far to find the Delacroix-heir. He silently took a spot against the wall next to him and checked his messages again, as Leone did the same. ✉ JC xx Got it. What do you need me to do? So far for joking among friends. Cairo wondered what was up with people today. There was always some drama happening at PARFAIT, but today it seemed a bit much. What was he missing? Next, he noticed a new group chat and quickly scrolled through. He vaguely gathered something had been lit on fire, but it didn't make sense that this is what had everyone's knickers in a twist. Worse things happened on a weekly basis. He opened the next message.       The subtle smile that had started to form at Dominic's name, faded even faster as he read the words he had sent him. Cairo couldn't deny they stung. He could virtually hear Nicky saying them out loud. They made him feel dismissed, almost like a child being chided. He hated it. Still, he kept his face blank as his thumb hovered over the keys, trying to think of how to turn the conversation back around. But despite every possible flirty or playful answer he came up with, he realized he'd still be playing right into Nick's cards. So, he opted for the least imaginative thing he could think of; without replying, he closed the chat - and with it, just the tiniest crack of the door to his heart, that Dominic had blown wide open just a while ago. Breathe. He pocketed his phone and turned to Leone, who also seemed just about done with his cell.       "LeFou... I'm afraid I've been thinking," he started, turning the nickname Leone had bestowed upon him earlier against him. "We can have a quick scrap - if that's what you need, you're going to buy me breakfast and I'm going to sit with you and give you one shot to come up with a way to improve this shit-show of yours. Because you're sure as shit not going to like my suggestions. And I'm not asking, Lion." He offered his arm for Leone to take. They could do this the inconvenient way, or the hard way. It was up to his classmate now to pick his poison.

[ bericht aangepast op 19 april 2026 - 15:25 ]

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Bicycle, unicycle, unitard. Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants.

outfit + high knee boots

with jun -- student lounge any text in italics is written or spoken in korean Jun's laughter rang through the hall, by now almost deserted. ‘’That was the first thing you thought of?’’ he teased. ‘’And don't blame the series you watch – you know it was because of my good looks. Just admit it.’’       Sun scoffed. ‘’It really was!’’ she protested. ‘’It is not like I am going to deny that you are handsome, maybe you just lack… creativity.’’Still, his laugh had also made her smile a little. ‘’And you pulled me closer so just… hush,’’ she continued in a mutter. Ignoring that for a second, she had forgotten why she had kissed him in the first place when he did that.       At least no one else had seen it, maybe professor Grunewald would gossip about it with the others professors, but it shouldn't get any more attention than that. Or so, Sun thought until Jun showed her his phone. Them kissing. And it looked rather intense. ‘’I guess you were wrong about that PDA thing’’. Jun was actually full on blushing. A soft pink color had spread across his cheeks and ears, and somehow that only made the whole thing worse ‘’On PARFAIT, there's always an audience.’’       ’’It has been like what, three minutes?’’ Sun exclaimed, staring at the screen in disbelief. ‘’People have too much time on their hands.’’ At the same time, a shiver ran across her spine. It was one thing to pose for a camera, kissing Jun's cheek or Jun kissing her forehead, but that someone made a photo of them actually kissing (even if it was fake, they did not know that), was disturbing. The feeling of being watched rose again and she tightened her grip on Jun's hand. For as much as she shared of herself on social media, it was different when someone else was exposing photos of her. By some stroke of luck, the student lounge was mostly empty. Sun smiled gratefully at Jun for the tea and wrapped her fingers around the steaming mug.       ’’So? Going to tell me why you were blushing earlier?’’       For a second, Sun considered lying. But then she looked up at him. At the same stupidly handsome face she had just kissed. Her cheeks heated up again. ‘’Jae was being annoying as always. All I did was accidentally like an old post of his.’’ Jae, who, apparently, had spilled immediately to JC what she had done. Sometime soon, she should discuss with Jun if there was any possibility that she could tell JC that their relationship was fake. Sun could not even freak out to someone that she had kissed her fake boyfriend and that another boy had asked her out and she couldn't say yes even if she wanted to because of the said fake boyfriend that she had just kissed. She was living in a k-drama and couldn't even share it with anyone. ‘’It is nothing.’’       Her phone buzzed again. Another message from an unknown number, another one this time, but obviously from the same person. Calling her dramatic for blocking them. Sun sighed, showed the message to Jun and locked her phone, this time restraining herself to not respond. Trying to ignore the unsettling feeling in her stomach. ‘’Thank you for the sim-card, that is really sweet of you.’’ Jun always did things like this so casually, as if it were nothing. To her, it meant a lot. The silly kiss and Jun's sweetness, absolutely not Jae's messages, eased her mind a little bit, for as much as that was possible. It still felt like she was being watched, and that had nothing to do with the academy's security cameras. She decided to take a mental health day.       She still did not agree with Jun entirely, that it was better to not break up and she also did not believe it wasn't putting any strain on him at all. Arguing with Jun was like arguing with a brick wall sometime. Sun let it go, for now.       ’’I meant to tell you earlier. Your brothers wanted to come to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, but it conflicts with their exams so I'm taking them to Qatar instead. They're going to be flying alone and since they're minors, your father needs to fill in a consent form, also to authorize me to pick them up at the airport. I also need to fill in some kind of form, can you help remind me to do that this weekend?’’ To Jae you are even more stubborn now than at 15 did not think that was possible ive something to ask you, i think you'll like it, do you have time later today? To Roro i wanted to tell you in person but i found a weird note in my room and i need to change my phonenumber again. is okay for now, jun had a new sim ready for me but im tired. can you help protect my phone better? can i sleep in your room tonight? JC … that boy cannot keep his mouth shut, he's annoying. but yes, it was him what did he say?

[ bericht aangepast op 19 april 2026 - 22:19 ]

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baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone

with dominic - gardens As expected, Dominic did not leave. Barely even moved. His company felt rooted in place. ‘’People keep saying that,’’ he said almost nonchalantly, almost but not entirely, ‘’like it's a flaw.’’ One step closer. ‘’Funny thing is, you're the one planning to hallucinate an entire different reality. And I'm the one with a problem?’’ He was annoyingly composed.       ’’I’ll never deny I have a problem, babes.’’ She took a drag from the joint, slower than before, letting the smoke sit in her lungs, before tilting her head towards the sky to blow out the smoke. ‘’I've plenty of problems, I'll gladly talk you through them.’’ Apart from two that she kept safely locked away. ‘’For starters…’’ Lucía lazily gestured towards the grey sky, where the sun had disappeared behind the clouds. ‘’That is making me utterly depressed. I need proper sunlight.’’ The neat rows of hedges for next. ‘’To orderly, a garden is not supposed to look like that. I can go on, if you want. I have strong opinions about pavement too.’’ She shrugged. ‘’I don't think wanting control is a flaw though, wanting control is human.’’ Hell, most of the school was obsessed with control in some kind of way, with all the perfect pictures they posted on social media. At the same time, she had a level of respect for it. She'd go batshit crazy if she had some of their schedules. ‘’Albeit it is a bit neurotic.’’ Lucía leaned closer. ‘’Or psychotic, depending on how much you are pushing it. You tell me which part of the scale you are leaning towards,’’ she dared. His fingers brushed against hers as he took the joint. ‘’You don't want to see anyone, but you didn't tell me to leave.’’ He studied her face. Lucía raised an eyebrow slowly. Unbothered and unimpressed on the surface, not so much underneath. Talking about wanting control….       ’’I never said I didn't want to see anyone, you just assumed. I, for a fact, would be an incredibly happy woman if Pedro Pascal or Zoe Kravitz were suddenly to appear. And trust me, I would absolutely ditch you for them without hesitation. No offence.’’ The lack of offence was obviously there.       ‘’You hallucinating something better, or just trying to forget what's already here? Because those aren't the same thing.’’ His voice softened. ‘’And you don't seem like someone who does things without a reason.’’ Dom stepped back, taking a drag.       Lucía stared at him for one quiet second and burst into laughter. Bright and slightly incredulous ‘’Okay then, Plato. What philosophy podcast did you listen to this morning?’’ She shook her head slightly as she laughed. This was far from the usual, broody Dom. ‘’You know this is a very intense take for someone stealing my joint. Neither of those things, truthfully. I am purely craving sunlight and a seabreeze.’’ The sun peaked through the clouds and closed her eyes, enjoying the light warming up her skin. ‘’Just some homesickness, nothing serious. So will you join or are you too scared?’’ To Cairo I need some mushrooms My brothers wont get me any To Leone I'll get my kiddie floats ready Either way, if anyone asks why you were walking around like a drowned cat this morning, just tell them I pushed you in Do with that what you want Jun 19 october 2027 Jae Nah, this title is exclusively for you You are very rude considering the incriminating photos I have of you.

[ bericht aangepast op 20 april 2026 - 13:57 ]

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baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone