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caz distantly catalogues the slowness of kieran’s steps, the annoying cut of his smile, the dripping cadence of his tone : all of it adds up into the perfect cocktail to get under his skin ( and it works ; god, he hates that it works ). it seemed kieran halliday broke every single rule caz set for himself in the worst possible way. PRIDEFUL in his cool composure, he was hardly proud of the way kieran always seemed to get a rise out of him, especially when it always seemed to be with as little effort as breathing. but the particular brand of animosity reserved for kieran was always simmering just under the surface, begging to be tapped into and too easily found by the one it was for ( perhaps in a way, that made kieran special — mostly, it just made him enemy no. 2 ).
caz is hardly the same now as he was sixteen and angry, but it’s still evident enough : the faintest red marching up his neck, pale cheeks betraying the beginnings of a flush that might’ve been pretty if not attributed to brewing rage. his grip on the strap of his backpack tightens, knuckles near white. the two miles between the halliday and zeckhauser monterey estates had never felt like ENOUGH space, two households struggling to contain the enormity of their egos constantly bleeding into one another — but now caz would give anything to have those two meager miles back. ( wanting to punch kieran is hardly a new urge, just one he’s never acted on because he’s not so certain he’d WIN ). his rage burns hot but caz’s eyes are cold, colorless grey in the florescent light of the classroom. " what ?? you wanna hear you’re a fucking saint ?? — just get out of my fucking way already if you want me to fuck off so bad. “
coaxing a reaction out of caz is almost satisfying enough to melt away the natural annoyance that comes whenever a zeckhauser is in his presence . almost . the sight of him alone brings back a plethora of memories that makes his fingers twitch , wanting to curl into a fist . it’s an emotion that’s been embedded into his head , a bond with his father was out of the question , their differences highly outweighing their similarities ; but if it was one thing they still shared -- it was a dislike towards caz’s family . and maybe that’s why he still takes his father’s side when it comes to them ; holding onto the one thing that they can still agree on . at surface level , he can’t even remember the reason behind it all and he rarely ever takes the time to think about it -- but he knows caz himself , has nothing to do with it - and neither does kieran .
“ i prefer GOD , ” he shoots back without a beat , the words come out dryly but their hardly sarcastic . he’d been called the american god back at yale , his destructive behavior and balancing on the edge of life and death earning him a reputation that the boy was practically immortal . he stops abruptly , which puts a halt in caz’s steps too . he leans forward , dipping his head down slightly -- only holding a couple inches over caz , “ jesus fucking christ - ” he says , the words wrapped into a half laugh , “ somebody get this guy a xanax before the vein in his forehead fucking EXPLODES . ” it’s directed towards the students walking past them but his eyes don’t break contact with caz’s , “ --- or do you need me to PERSONALLY hire someone to pry that stick out of your ass ? ” he lets out a bark of a laugh , one that’s he sure is infuriating as his smirk as his hand springs up cupping his cheek and giving it a few light taps , “ lighten the fuck up caz . or what’s the point of even being here ? ” he backs up , dropping his hand and sidestepping him , arm swinging out and gesturing him forward -- now out of his way .
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Owen applied for Quinby for one reason, and one reason only. Parties. And they can’t not invite you to the party if you’re living in the house they’re throwing it in. And by some grace of god, Kiernan Halliday opted rather to befriend him than, kick his ass. Which still truly confused Owen, hence why he was still a little weary around the other. It was only the pre-game and Owen was already feeling his 3rd beer. He knocks on Kiernan’s door hoping he’s not interrupting anything. “Um hey it’s Owen,” he yells from the other side of the door. “You wouldn’t happen to have a funnel would you?”
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it’s a preparty ritual that he’s quickly adapted to , him and one of his roommates at quinby , with the door closed , too caught up in each other to remember to lock the door half the time . he pulls the door open , the sound of metal hitting metal as his hands move to do up his belt , “ timing’s getting BETTER , owen . ” he comments with a smirk sliding onto the corner of his lips , always sitting far too comfortable on the boy’s features . the door is cracked open enough to see the girl getting dressed , as kieran tosses her a look over his shoulder before he’s slipping out of the room . “ do i fuckin’ LOOK like the kinda guy who would HAVE a funnel ? ” it’s rhetorical at best , tone harbouring a silent warning to not answer with a yes . “ one of the PRETTY frat boys probably have a stash of them in their room . what’re you funneling ? ”
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THE O.C. REWATCH → 1x01 PILOT
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if there’s a party anywhere near halston , it can almost be guaranteed that you’ll find kieran halliday there , acting like he owns the place. halle had spotted him when she first arrived and she spent the rest of time avoiding him , until it was inevitable that their paths crossed. a scoff left her lips as he pulled her back into his lap , watching as her friends continued on without her , though she didn’t make a move to get up. “ wasn’t planning to. i was hoping that if i ignored you , you’d just go away. out of sight , out of mind. ” fingers ran through her blonde tresses , her gaze adamantly avoiding his. alcohol always makes these interaction with kieran much more bearable , so she reached for the bottle of jack in his hand , raising it to her lips to take a sip.
“ you sure it’s just that easy to get me out of your mind , hal ? ” his eyes meets hers , a lethal smirk sits comfortably on his lips . “ even when you say you hate me you somehow keep ending up in my bed . . . think there’s a bit of me still running through your veins . ” a brow lifts as he tugs gently on a blond strand that brushes against his fingers . “ you know it’s fucking impossible to ignore me , ” his hand moves to rest just above her knee , it’d be innocent if it had come from anyone but kieran . “ - in fact , i think you don’t want to ignore me , because admit it , baby vanderbilt -- you might not love me but you fucking love it when i give you my attention . ”
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @hallidaysfm
caz had already been dreading taking genetics ; as fascinating as the subject was, there was something CRUELY poetic about the whole thing — perhaps it was a good thing he wasn’t an english major because he’d never bothered to follow that train of thought all the way to its conclusion. and then on day one of class he had the great fortune of walking in and remembering that zoology was just a sub-branch of biology , as if it wasn’t enough for them to be neighbors. this particular lecture passes without incidence though, not wholly unsurprising at this point in the semester — a very uneasy truce between them within the neat rows of academic classrooms. but practice this morning had been brutal to say the least and he spent the last twenty minutes feeling the tenseness at the nape of his neck blossom into a full pounding headache. a nap might be a better cure than caffeine, but caz only has time for one and it doesn’t involve sleeping. he’s not going to even have time for the coffee either if kieran doesn’t stop blocking his way out with his ass while he chats up some chick or whatever the fuck he’s doing. anyone else would get a significantly kinder warning, but kieran’s always had a way of sapping all of his usual patience. “ — get a fucking move on or get out of my way, halliday. ”
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his textbook sits comfortably closed , hand holding it against his frame . it’s all he’s come to class with -- that and a pen ; ��a clear contrast to his classmates who’ve filtered in looking like turtles with their backpacks filled with notebooks and laptops , highlighters , pens and whatever else they needed to help the lectures stick into their minds . he’s hardly opened the textbook aside from flipping through a couple pages when he’d first got it . he’s in the middle of wrapping up a conversation with a blonde - a promise to take her out on his ducati after some drinks and the underlining and unspoken promise for a night she wouldn’t forget anytime soon . the voice that trickles in is far too familiar , the tone in his voice shooting syllables up his backside that causes his usual nonchalant exterior to suddenly tense up ; not used to having to deal with a zeckhauser during the school year . his presence is more than unwanted -- which he’s positive is a mutual feeling . he waves off the girl , his hand lingering on her backside as she slips away from him , before he’s turning to look at caz . “ fuck off , ” he says , slipping out a phrase that feels like it’s reserved just for him . he starts walking backwards out of the room , purposely blocking caz’s way still , so he has no choice to mirror the slow strides he makes . “ did someone get their dick sucked on the wrong size of the bed this morning ? ” he cocks his head to the side , feigning concern for a millisecond before his shit eating grin is back , patronising him . “ caz , you’re such a little bitch boy - who would have thought you lacked manners . ” he says , with a click of his tongue , “ --- and they all say i’m the one raised by fucking wolves . ”
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* 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ jordyn tyler .
“ GOT any condoms ? ” he swings the door open in typical kieran halliday fashion -- chaotic , unannounced and with little regard or care if he’s pulled her attention away from something important . in all of quinby -- halston even , jordyn had been someone he had instantly clicked with . he all but tosses himself into her bed , propping himself up on his side as he pulls out his phone , fingers tapping out a message , “ you going OUT tonight ? ” he finishes off his message , eyes swivelling from his phone to the blonde .
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* 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ blair valentine .
“ CAREFUL , valentine . ” he warns , eyeing her through his bathroom mirror , chin tilted upwards - shaving cream coating a chiselled jaw line & scraping along places it doesn’t need to be simply because the girl couldn’t help herself . there’s a smile that threatens to breakthrough , a rarity of softness coats his irises as he watches her hand drag a razor down the left side of his jaw . “ ONE little cut and i’m kicking you the fuck out . and taking back EVERYTHING you’ve ever stolen from me - LEATHER JACKET included . ” only blair could convince him to do something like this sober . he carefully brings up the popsicle she’d given him to hold onto towards his lips , taking a bite out of it , a trail of red trickling down from the wooden stick and onto his fingers .
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* 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ frankie tattinger .
“ glad to see i HAVEN’T been catfished , ” he muses as he takes a seat in the pool chair next to her , flicking dark sunglasses down from where they sat perched on his head and letting them fall onto the bridge of his nose . he sits facing her , resting his forearms against his knees . “ you ARE frankie , right ? ” he tilts his head to the side in question --- eyes beg him to slide down her body but he resists , waiting it out a little longer .
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* 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ charlotte voegele
he’s the favored child of dionysus - chaos , brewing anarchy wherever he went . there’s a wicked grin he sports as digits push blonde locks out of his face , adrenaline just a fraction of what is currently pumping through the boy’s veins . the bruise under his eye is bright red and tender to the touch as he pulls out the joint behind his ear . his hands pat down dark denim jeans , in search of his lighter but he comes up empty . turning to the girl next to him words muffled at they filter past his lips pressed against the joint , “ got a light ? ”
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* 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ halle vanderbilt .
he sits on the chair comfortably , as if it was a throne , as if he was orchestrating this entire night and everyone around him had been hired as his personal entertainment . the bottle of jack sits between digits just as comfortably , as he takes another sip from the bottle - he stopped wincing at the taste of it years ago . there’s a blossoming bruise�� just above his cheekbone ; that and his bruised knuckles act as evidence on what he’d been up to prior to taking a seat at the party . there’s a persistent red head that tries to strike up yet another conversation with him but it falls on deaf ears as his eyes watch as a certain blonde starts breaking through the crowd , heading for his direction . his hand falls onto her wrist as she passes him , there’s a light tug as she falls out of step with her friends and into kieran’s lap . “ i gave you THREE orgasms last night and you’re not even going to say hi , vanderbilt ? ”
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took her to starbucks cause i forgot her name
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* 𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 ╱ tinder profile
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Else Lasker-Schüler, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “Georg Grosz,” written c. June 1917 (x)
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hllo all , it me ur second fav admin sage comin 2 u live from the gutters in the est tz . i got a sneak peak at all ur characters & i am v v excited to write with all of u !! i’m lit rally the worst at intros so i’m just gonna dive right into my chaotic boy, kieran ! a rich boi freshly kicked out of yale, doesn’t rock the boat shoes or the chinos or rly look the part but… his daddy, will in fact sue you :/
[ matthew noszka . 22 . cismale . he/him ] just saw KIERAN HALLIDAY dragging their suitcase up the steps of QUINBY . good luck living with HIM , word around campus is that they’re VOLATILE , RECKLESS , SOCIAL & SELF DRIVEN . makes sense they chose that house now , doesn’t it ? let’s hope this new living situation doesn’t affect their JUNIOR year of ZOOLOGY [ sage . 23 . she/her . est ]
+ walking a thin line of barbed wire, wicked smirks and smashed bottles of jack, being shirtless under leather jackets & doing class presentations with a black eye and a hangover.
pinterest can be found here
background:
his full name is kieran jaxon halliday his mom and dad were two wildlife biologists who met while working in south africa and fell in love while tending to a baby lion cub that had gotten a nasty bite from a snake.
they named the cub jax and that’s where kieran had gotten his middle name
his parents made a decent living with their careers but his dad’s side of the family - the halliday’s, were made of money and gold baby!!
the halliday’s are a pretty prominent family. they own a law firm that’s been running since the 1950′s and is dedicated to famous politicians and celebrities
his grandfather expected kieran’s dad to take over the firm after him so you can imagine the shock when his son had chosen zoology as a major.
kieran was born in south africa - and lived there until he was 13
really loved everything about it especially the wild life, the nature and the freedom. when they would visit the states to see his mom and dad’s family he thought it was too congested and tamed and mundane
his dad picked them up and moved them back to the states when he found out that kieran’s mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer
it was like a domino effect - first the breast cancer where the doctors were hopeful that with enough treatment she’d be in partial remission in no time- that was until it started to spread and within two years the two halliday’s had lost the most important woman in their lives
while it impacted both of them - it seemed that it really hit his father in a different way. he basically turned his back on kieran and turned really cold and decided to take over the law firm and threw himself into work
this changed kieran in the sense that he had to adapt to living in the states seeking out different thrills to make him feel, to make him numb, to make his world exciting again, to forget and to piss off his dad
he instantly became a trouble maker - got kicked out of various private schools, was caught drinking in school, took his dad’s cars out for joy rides, has had various dui’s and has been caught high as balls by the police multiple times but this never breaks out to the public - his dad sweeps in and the charges, the potential scandals, everything all vanish overnight.
yale was his top choice for school and while his family’s name obviously got his foot in the door and he coasted through his classes - his grades were above average and honestly if he truly applied himself he would be deadly
he started an underground fight club at yale during his freshman year which he made quite a profit off of, and also he’s just really into fighting in general so it gave him a place to do it without having to pick fights with random frat boys.
known around yale as the american god for the kind of power he holds, his looks, and the way he carries himself.
his mom was born and raised in monterey before moving to south africa
while they spent a good chunk of time in monterey when they moved back to the states, after his mom died, kieran and his dad moved full time to new york city where his dad took over the halliday law firm.
their monterey home is right by the water with their own private beach area. basically before his dad moved them back, he had his mom’s dream home built for her. now, his dad hardly ever comes back but kieran’s lowkey a sentimental bastard and splits him time during the summers in monterey and the hamptons
end of sophomore year he messed with the wrong guys and got kicked out, they ended up ratting out his underground fight club lmao and after being threatened a bunch of other students came forward and confirmed it. so that mixed with all the other shit he’s pulled and a couple other lies about him – he got booted out
his dad is actually so pissed at him and embarrassed bc their name and money couldn’t even stop that shit from being made public ?
like halliday son kicked out of yale for starting underground fight club? an iconic page 5 headline but unwanted by his dad 100%
he’s been threatened with his trust fund, he’s been blacklisted from all other ivy leagues
the only reason he got into halston is because his mom went here and was .. v well loved. catch her picture hanging over in the zoology building
his uncle ( his mom’s brother ) is also on the board of admissions so once again, his name got him through the door!
personality:
very into anything that’s going to endanger his very existence - picks fights, drinks until he passes out, street races, jumps off cliffs u name it.. kieran has done it. it’s almost a miracle the boy is still alive. just recklessly lives on the edge and will willingly take the fall
v straight forward and vulgar
will fuck you over with a polite smile on his face
his favorite animals are lions :’)
usually has a bruise under his eye but the wicked grin he sports probably distracts away from it plus he’s a pretty boy
sports a leather jacket like its his second skin!!
is down for anything and is loyal af if he considers you a friend
any excuse to fight - he will fight lmao
used to throw the biggest and wildest parties at his place. will trash his house solely to piss his dad off. a gatsby man of sorts where people just showed up at his house.
not humble in any sense, flirts a lot, manipulates occasionally and is all around just here for a good time, not a long time
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