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𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙.

Brittany clapped her hands in excitement when Kit finally agreed to grab one drink, though she knew she could easily sway him to have more than one. “You’re the bestest!” She exclaimed eagerly, jumping from her seat, leaning over and kissing his cheek happily. Throwing her book bag over her shoulder and walking happily beside him. “We’ll have such a great time.” She said brightly, linking her arm through his as they continued to walk through the library. “We’ll find somewhere where we can sit and smoke, have a drink and have a nice little chat just like old times.”

he rolled his eyes and stalked out to his car, besides tilly there was nothing he loved more, and it wasn’t a secret whatsoever. he opened the passenger door for britt and waited for her to get in before heading to his side, if there was one thing he learnt while growing up it was chivalry, it was the one thing his parents clung to in the dying black hole that was their marriage. “i know a place, they’ll know just when to have you cut off princess.” kit tossed her a smug grin before pulling off. “now, you must fill me in on all of the gossip, mostly within the club. especially the things everyone doesn’t want me to know. i feel it safe to assume that you do. know that is.”

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𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟.

     “steph,” she piped up quickly in an attempt to correct him, realising all too quickly that he wasn’t actually seeking a response. god, how she hated rich kids. and as much as her dad had tried to teach her not to gage people’s socio-economic status at first glance, it didn’t matter in situations like these - kit didn’t exactly fly under the radar. though, there was no point in getting visibly worked up. instead, she reached a hand forward to brush a speck of dust away from the collar of his shirt, offering him a slight shrug as he spoke. “guilty as charged. all the more reason for you to teach me, hm?” she had half a mind to slip her hand into his breast pocket there and then, and fish out what was clearly a card holder, but as his last sentence left his lips, she found herself raising a brow in his direction. “my scene? excuse me?”

“steph, hm.” he wasn’t about to admit to himself that she was pretty, no absolutely not, she looked like she fit in here as much as a zebra does among horses, she wouldn’t look good for the family and their image right now was everything. “teach you? that sounds awfully tedious doesn’t it? i can’t say i’m much of a teacher, unfortunately.” a lazy smirk crept up onto his face, he would almost say she was here to look for a benefactor but somehow he got the vibe that she wasn’t, so it had to be something else, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “nothing to get offended by love, it’s just that you’re not exactly dressed to be here are you? the dress isn’t this season, the shoes look thrifted. you just don’t fit in. now, if you really wish to get to know me i’ll buy you a drink. if not, i hear charles over there is looking for someone to take care of, its not my cup of tea so you best go and see him.”

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𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕒 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕣.

she relishes in the way his shoulders stiffen at the sound of her voice. elena may have failed at breaking through his walls, but at least some part of him felt a sliver of guilt for the way he treated her in the end. it made her feel a little less crazed, as if falling for him wasn’t a complete act of stupidity. “of course,” she bites out. prepared to give a snide remark, her lips curled into a mockery of a smile. she has always held herself with a certain degree of elegance, but her shoulders were much too stiff, knees too close together, ankles crossed too tightly to be interpreted as anything but uncomfortable, defensive. she bites her sharp tongue, places her hands on her lap and prepares to listen. “it’s healthy to unload every once in a while. i have it on good authority that living a double life can be tiring.” it’s a peace offering of sorts, though she has to fight to keep the bitterness from her voice. after all, she had offered him partnership, a person to help carry his burdens and fight his battles, and he ripped it to shreds before ever reading the fine print – that she never walked away from the people she cared about. even now when the sight of him made her sick, she stayed.

elena listens intently, genuinely interested in his sister’s well-being. involuntarily, she raises a brow, knowing the code well. it was one used by many of her past acquaintances, and his mother seemed to be in switzerland too often for it to be the truth. she had always been good at reading between the lines, at reading him, and she knows it’s not something he ever wants to talk about ( she wishes she had learned when to stop asking questions sooner ). “tilly was never a bother,” neither were you. “she’s  charming, much more likable than you ever were,” she smiles genuinely, compromising her posture to tap his foot gently with hers. “look – i know we haven’t,” she pauses, tries to find the right words, “i’m not saying i forgive you or that i’ll start acting like nothing ever happened, but i still care about her. and maybe – no – i know you don’t want to hear it,” she’s prepared for the storm, jaws clenched, knowing that she’s about to rip off the proverbial band-aid to their already rocky relationship, “ but letting her speak to your mum wouldn’t be the worst thing, giving her more freedom could be good for her.”

“you seemed to like me just fine before,” he wasn’t about to elaborate, she knew exactly what he was referring to. he sat and listened for once, though it was a rare occurence with elena lately. he still didn’t quite know what happened that made her so angry, yes he ended their... relationship? but it was going to quick and she just wanted more and she made it a mission to be involved with his family which was the complete opposite of anything he wanted. but how dare he want space, how dare he not share her feelings. kit’s fist clutched the flask like his life depended on it, and he was thankful it wasn’t a glass for it would have surely shattered when she suggested letting tilly interact with their mum. “god, and to think i felt sorry for what happened just a minute ago. this is exactly why things ended elena. you just don’t know when to stay out of things. you don’t know my mum, you don’t know what effect she has on my sister. matilda doesn’t need freedom, she’ll get fucking hurt by what’s out there and no one is around to pick up the pieces but me. if you cared one bit about her you’d know that.” 

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text: kit kitteredge american girl doll

nell: not to be dramatic but can you choke pls

nell: this is joey fatone erasure and i will not stand for it

nell: well good because i wasnt putting ur genitals near my mouth anyway

kit: only if it's ur hands on my neck

kit: dont mind being sub if a girls fit

kit: joey fatone who? literally do not know who u mean

kit: mmm your loss love,

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text: open

nell: i had a boy in my room last night and he has the AUDACITY to mock me for the nsync poster hanging on my door

nell: needless to say he DID NOT receive head

kit: its probably because nsync was utter shite

kit: everyone knows backstreet boys was where its at

kit: i wouldnt want head from anyone who couldnt acknowledge this tbh

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LIKE THIS for a starter from kit or alie ( @vcndalen ), if we haven’t plotted i’ll come to you and we’ll work something out !!

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𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕒.

jude tried his best not to eavesdrop on the conversation, knowing it really wasn’t his place to know kit’s personal life. having siblings was something he just couldn’t quite comprehend, never having to look out for anyone but his self. it felt strange to not know that type of unconditional love. jude glanced up from his novel, a raise of the brow following shortly after. “family matters are always the most difficult to deal with,” he offered, knowing that his best option for dealing with his parents was either submission or avoidance. “well, you’re in luck then,” he grinned, reaching into his pocked to pull out a flask. he threw it towards his friend. 

“too right,” kit grumbled, thankful that he’d found himself next to someone he could actually tolerate. catching the flask nimbly, he shot jude a thankful glance before twisting the cap off and taking a deep gulp of the burning liquid. “i swear everyone but me carries one of these around... i really need to remedy that.” he took another swig before capping it and sliding it back. “cheers mate. didn’t mean to interrupt your studying, i daresay i might already do a lot of that with the club and all.”

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𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕒 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕣.

she stood behind the shadows for longer than she should have, listening to a conversation not meant for anyone’s ears. it was like a knife to the heart, knowing that he was capable of so much emotion, so much love and care – but never for her ( she wanted so much for it to be for her ). she clutched her books to her chest, face completely devoid of emotion as she stepped out of her hiding place. “there’s no one else here, kit – you don’t have to lie,” elena says stiffly, a small improvement from her usual venom. she wanted nothing more than to occupy a far away table and ignore his presence, but she couldn’t bring herself to walk away when every fibre of his being screamed of mental and physical exhaustion. her loyalty outweighing the hurt she still felt. sighing, she offers him a riot club flask filled with vodka, and sits silently for a few deafening beats. “how is she?” ‘how are you?,’ she asks, the last question unspoken, but tangible.

he froze upon hearing her voice, he wouldn’t say he’d been avoiding her but she’d been less than welcoming with him once he’d ended... whatever it was they had. the tension in his shoulders released a little when he realised he didn’t have to keep up the stupid charade about his ‘cousin’, he hated lying but god did he hate the chatter among the gossips more. his mother’s indiscretions were already whispered about and it’d only get worse if they realised what was up with tilly. besides, his sister hardly needed the stress, she needed love and support and since he was the only one capable of being constant, well then that was what he’d give her. come hell or high fucking water. “if i’d known it was you i wouldn’t have lied in the first place. it’s tiring.” he still felt awful for pushing elena away, it was far from what she deserved, but there wasn’t anything else to do. she deserved better than him and his fucked up family, and tilly began asking about her, how was he ever going to explain to his sister that another person had left her life when elena inevitably packed up and went? 

“she’s... she’s doing better. she has this tutor now, she’s learning and she’s happy. her carer left her alone with the phone ‘for two minutes’ she said... til called mum, and mum’s in switzerland, of course. i shouldn’t even be out, but i can’t leave here. and yet she needs me.” kit slammed his fist on the table before reaching for the flask and tilting his head back to drink the vile fluid inside. “i’m sorry ‘lena, i know you don’t want to be bothered by this shit. by me.”

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𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟.

steph hadn’t gone out that night with the intention of scamming anyone. her tuition fees, rent, utilities - she had accumulated enough capital to cover all of it. at least for a couple of months. tonight she just wanted to have fun; no agenda, no ulterior motives, no pickpocketing. but all of that had gone down the drain when she saw him. truthfully, steph had never had a full conversation with kit collier - but she had caught him rolling his eyes at her. and, half motivated by a burning desire for revenge, half by the three gin and tonics she had had, she decided it fit to teach him a lesson. sauntering across the room, heels clicking against the wooden floor, she made it over to his table. “well, would you look at this,” she beamed, perching on the edge of the table, rather than the empty chair across from him. “never thought christopher collier would be the type to drink alone. where’s your little posse?”

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kit saw her coming over before he even really registered why and found it funny when he did realise. it wasn’t unlike him to look over a room with an air of judgement, more so when he’d somehow ended up in an upscale bar with rhys who promptly abandoned him. it wasn’t hard to find the type that didn’t fit in and she stuck out like a sore thumb because she was trying so hard to blend in. she was pretty, he’d give her that, but there were a lot of pretty girls around oxford. “... stephanie right?” he didn’t bother waiting for her response before answering her question as his eyes skimmed her now she was up close. “hm, i’m not sure you know much about christopher collier if you must ask. more apt question is why you’re here. doesn’t really seem like your scene, does it?”

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𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙.

Brittany had always enjoyed Kit’s company, more than the fact that he was the President of the Riot Club but rather that he took her boisterous and sometimes over the top nature in stride most the time. Plus, never willing to admit but he had been one of her first experiences here at Oxford and that would always mean a little something to her. “Kit, baby, doll, sugar.” She said with a small pout, placing the pen between her lips and continuing to pout at him. “It’s no fun if I’m the only one drinking.” She finished before slowly removing the pen from her mouth and sighing dramatically, shaking her head and looking off into the distance. “I may as well not even go if you aren’t drinking with me. Have at least one drink? Come on cutie, one drink won’t even affect you.”

chancing another look at britt, he offered her an exaggerated pout in response to her own, he could barely believe that it was actually swaying him. he pulled his car keys from his pocket and stood, gathering his things and turning towards the entrance. “come, if i have to have a drink we need to go now.” he would regret this later on, he knew it all too well, but if he was being honest with himself he didn’t necessarily want to sit through the facetime meeting with his father sober, it wasn’t even going to be about the business for fucks sake. “one drink britt.”

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pssssst i amm soooooo sorry i didnt get to the replies i owe tonight, i’ve been trying to do replies + look after my nan who’s p under the weather atm and at this point im just exhausted.

i’ve thrown up a starter for both kit & alie nd i will get to more starters tomorrow sometime ( but like,,, come plot w me yall, im shit @ it but i make up for it w enthusiasm ) and replies too, prob after work tho.

anyway im done rambling, i love yall, im sorry, im goin 2 bed <3 

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“look i just have to be here for an hour longer and i can be there, just...” kit sighed heavily, of course on the one night when he’d assumed he’d be safe to leave tilly at home with the carer everything seemed to be going downhill. it wasn’t his baby sister’s fault, she’d just wanted to speak to mum, but helena however, knew better than to cater to her whims, especially ones involving getting her hands on technology. the last time she got his phone she called theo, for heaven's sake. “put her on will you?” he heard her excited squeak before she was on the line going a million miles a minute, “... talked to mummy, kitten! ... mummy says you saw teddy! ... i see teddy? ... when will you come home? i want a bedtime story. you tuck me in too? ...” his head spun and he tried his best to placate her before helena came back on the line. “put on beauty and the beast, give her a hot chocolate and tell her i’ll be home soon. we’ll be having a talk before you leave tonight helena.”

his head dropped to the table, and he briefly wondered if he looked as weary as he felt. sensing the presence to his left, kit took a deep inhale from the cigarette dangling between his fingers and placed his phone on the table and prayed it wouldn’t buzz again. “who knew how stressful it is when your aunt insists you open your home to your cousin, right?” he chuckled amicably, the lie rolling right off of his tongue despite how acrid it tasted. “i need a drink.”