K.T.

K I T T A Y L O R honest to god i will break your heart, tear you to pieces and rip you apart wanderer lost

[keegan--anderson]

You + Me + One More Drink

[kitaylr]

K e e g a n  A n d e r s o n ; 

Keegan chuckled softly at the man’s comment. “I gotta know your name before I take you out to dinner. Unless you’re into the whole stranger danger thing.” He shrugged. People were into interesting stuff now a days. Keegan turned to the other as he asked him what would he rather be called. Did he look like a doctor just by his clothes? He didn’t mean to give his identity away so easily. Perhaps he needed to go home and change first before he decided to come back to the bar after a long day at the office. “Well, if I had it my way I would rather just be called Keegan. But since you’re only giving me two choices here I guess I will have to go with Dr. Strange. I’ve never actually seen Dr. Dolittle. However, I have heard of it.” Keegan watched the bartender as he made his drink. Apart of him wanted to do bartending himself. He figured that he would make a good one since he drank a lot of alcohol and knew a lot about it. But then again, he figured that it might take the fun away of going to bars on his time off. 

“Kit Taylor. As in Taylor’s Autoshop.” Kit pointed at himself as if to say yeah I’m that guy. “But I can’t exactly take all the credit, my sister is basically the brains and... Well, the brawns behind it all.” he admitted in amusement because it was only a recent thing that Kit had started working alongside his sister. “You’re tellin’ me you never watched Dr Dolittle as a kid?!” Kit almost exclaimed in disbelief because whilst growing up that was a common movie in his household. “I’d definitely rather be Dr Dolittle ‘cause I don’t trust myself with Dr Strange’s ability of bendin’ time and reality and shit. I’d fuck it up somehow.” I always manage to find a way, Kit thought to himself. “I’d probably fuck it up big time and do somethin’ that meant the Germans won World War II or somethin’. And besides, no one would have to worry about where I am ‘cause I’d just spend my whole time in a zoo.” 

[kitaylr]

A n n a  C o o p e r ; 

          Anna remained silent as he spoke, there was a lot of different thoughts zapping through her mind and he would definitely know about them, she just needed to organize them first, and for that to happen, he needed to say his peace. It was a situation she definitely didn’t see someone like Kit going through, he was so confident in his endeavors with other women that was kinda sweet to see him so lost in a situation. “So— are you scared of talkin’ to her and losin’ what you have goin’ on, or are you scared of talkin’ to her and losin’ her?” Anna asked him, hoping that he would answer her with honesty. “The way I see it and correct if I’m wrong, but you don’t want to bring anyone over to your apartment because Callie is there… but I mean, don’t these girls you usually hook up with have a livin’ of their own? You could have easily remedy that by bringin’ the party over to their place,” the brunette mused as she ran her hand over the almost dormant puppy that was lazily resting on her lap, while the others around her had somewhat calmed down too. “So either you hadn’t thought of that, which I really doubt it, or, you’re purposefully not sleepin’ with other girls while you’re sleepin’ with Caroline, for some reason you’re tryna mask as not bein’ a dick.”

“Ain’t that basically the same thing?” Kit questioned aloud, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck whilst his other hand continued to idly stroke the puppy that was beginning to fall asleep in his lap. Their conversation had lulled the dogs into a slumber which meant Kit could no longer use their energy and cuteness as a distraction for the conversation about his situation with Callie. “I just... It’s nice to see her smile, y’know?” what the hell was that supposed to mean? “I don’t really wanna lose what we have at the moment ‘cause it ain’t no secret that I sleep around but Callie is the first woman in ages who has just... Stuck around.” Kit mused over his thoughts in silence for a moment, wondering if the only reason why Callie had stuck around was because they lived together. Would she have still been interested in him if they didn’t live together? This thought only lingered for a few seconds before Anna’s voice pulled him back to reality, causing him to glance upwards to look at her. “I guess I just... I respect Callie enough not to sleep with other women at the same time.” he shrugged at himself as he had no grasp on what any of that meant. “Like you said, she’s been through enough shit and she doesn’t need me addin’ to that.”

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[kitaylr]

M a r l e y  C a l l a h a n ; 

Paris, France–around 2018

He was real cute, when he was sleeping. Not that he wasn’t cute when he was awake, but in his sleep, he sure was a lot quieter. Though, even as Marley thought it to herself, she knew she preferred him with his eyes open and focused on her, to be able to hear the sound of his voice, or his laugh, or to feel his hands on any part of her skin at any time. It was the latter of which that had kept them up as late as it had last night, their inability to keep their hands off of each other, but even upon waking up to the early morning sun, she couldn’t bring herself to mind. Not one bit.

She wasn’t going to suffer the morning alone, however, but she would at least be kind in waking him up. Gone down to their favorite bakery for fresh croissants and coffee, hoping maybe the smell of her walking through the door with them would be enough to rouse him awake on their own. When that didn’t work, she moved onto plan B, slipping out of her shoes and padding over to the bed, setting their breakfast on the table. There was no hesitation in the way she moved to straddle his hips, hair trickling down to tickle his skin as she leaned over him. 

“Hey.” She whispered. In their close proximity, it was no quieter than her regular voice. “Wake up.” And then, softer, singsongy, “I brought breakfast…”

@kitaylr​

There was an essence of peaceful stillness in those first few moments of the eyes just opening after a heavy nights sleep, of them blinking thickly to become accustomed to the level of sunlight seeping in through the sheer curtains. It must have been mid-morning, perhaps even later considering the soft headache that was settling in by the second, suggesting that he and Marley had slept in a little longer than usual. Marley... Passionate moments from the night before flashed in front of Kit’s eyes and a sweet smirk appeared upon his lips in fondness of them. Turning over, his arm draped across the bed as he absent-mindedly searched for the warmth of her body only to be met by a dissatisfying thud as his arm fell upon the mattress. He grumbled to himself as he noted her absence beside him, his body immediately wanting to close the distance between them but his eyes fluttered shut as he fell into peaceful slumber.

But Kit was abruptly awoken by a sudden presence hovering over him and pressing down upon his hips, causing his eyes to forcibly open to find who the culprit was. He beamed up at Marley with a tired smile, his hands moving to grip upon her waist to shift their bodies to be facing each other on their sides. “I already have my snack right here.” Kit teased, murmuring his words against her lips as he pressed a hot kiss against hers. “Good morning beautiful.” he pulled away yet his hands remained upon her skin, his blues eyes smiling into her own.

[kitaylr]

K i l l i a n  J a c k s o n ; 

“A good night sleep sounds nice right about now. Eh, guess if I’m out of it, I wouldn’t really care too much. Besides, doesn’t this town have two other bars in town? Sure it’ll be fine” and in reality he knew it would fall back to witness protection and some other poor sucker would move into it. He had to know that, but whilst he lived, it was his. “Two sisters. Layla’s the one who… passed on. Harper… well I’m bi and she’s biphobic so we don’t talk” though maybe that would be the final nail on the coffin. He wasn’t ashamed of who he was, but others had seemed to have an issue. He didn’t know Kit or Kenzie well enough to tell. “Look, that was most of the reason for me moving here. But I have anger issues… I can control my temper, lifetime of therapy to make sure I can. I just don’t want to snap because I lose control. So yeah, I want to try, but only if you and Kenzie are sure about it, because I cannot risk it if next week you’ve changed your mind”. 

“Well... Harper sounds like a fuckin’ bitch.” Two sisters... Fuck. With that news, Kit waved over the bartender and ordered something a hell of a lot stronger because now he had three sisters and a brother. “So why are you here huh? Did you intentionally move to the town where your half brother and sister live or were we just a surprise?” Kit asked because he was genuinely curious about Killian’s circumstances. “Listen man, we’ve all got problems. As long as you’ve got yours under control then we’ve got no issues here. All I will say is, hurt Kenzie or any of my nieces or nephew and I will personally destroy your life.” Kit’s gaze remained steady upon Killian’s to emphasise the sincerity of his words. 

[kitaylr]

A n n a  C o o p e r ; 

          Anna heard him silently and nodded along, not really wanting to give any more of her two cents until he brought both of them as an example. “We were different, Kit— not only we’ve been friends forever but I was hurtin’ and I had every possible way to just avoid you if I wanted to… we didn’t live together,” she emphasized their living conditions. She wasn’t gonna say that it was all around a bad idea, she thought it was nice he had found someone he could truly be himself with and not give a crap about tailoring his actions when he was around that person, but there were extenuating circumstances he and Caroline encountered themselves in. “Look… I’m not opposed what’s happenin’ just so you know,” Anna smiled and picked up one dalmatian puppy with the pinkest nose she had ever seen that had been trying to get her attention for minutes now, “you just need to think about it. I mean, if it’s casual and temporary and you both have talked about it, okay, but don’t avoid the topic, remember she lost her freakin’ fiancée around six months ago…” Ella had told her all of Caroline’s life story and Anna couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl, it couldn’t be easy to have gone through all of that in her age. “Ella will not be happy and I won’t tell her anythin’, just be honest with each other to avoid complicatin’ things, especially if you’re both in such a good mood ‘round each other. Have you been sleepin’ with anyone else?”

“We might live together but our schedules are so different that we hardly see other anyway.” Kit could tell that he was instantly using any excuse he could find in the book to fight against Anna’s emphasis on his situation with Callie being a bad idea. Since the two of them had began sleeping together, Kit hadn’t had a moment to stop and analyse the situation. Not that he wanted to because as he had already told Anna, things with Callie were carefree and most importantly, easy. They were both gaining something from their mutual agreement and until either of them started losing something, Kit wasn’t entirely certain on the necessity of talking about it. “What if I try and talk to her about it and instead of us landin’ on mutual ground, I end up freakin’ her out and she decides it’s a bad idea?” Kit could hear his own voice and it suddenly dawned on him that he was already analysing the situation, causing him to rest his head back against the wall with a quiet groan. “No, I haven’t. I can’t exactly bring a girl back when Callie is sleepin’ in the next room. I know I’m a dick but I’m not that much of a dick.”

[kitaylr]

LOCATION: Anna’s Diner

WITH: @edens-marley​

The entirety of Kit’s concentration was placed upon the intrepid search of a certain song in the jukebox, one that had been stuck in his head for hours already that day. In the background he could hear his two friends using the last of their braincells trying to crack banter with the waitress who was attempting to do her job in taking their drinks order. What, Marley as in Bob Marley? Even Kit groaned aloud in pain at his friend’s poor attempt at a joke but it only took Kit a matter of seconds to identify the melodic voice that followed. His shoes felt stuck to the ground as his hands started to shake and his heart started to race. What was she doing back here? Despite being from the same town, Kit thought Marley would still be halfway across the world, probably somewhere exotic and rich in culture. Every bone in his body was telling Kit to run, but how was he going to explain that to his friends? And how much longer was he hoping to avoid her for? No... He had to bite the bullet now and deal with whatever consequences it came with. After all, there was nothing like the speed at which rumours could spread in a small town and his reputation was already dented enough. He stepped forwards, gently clearing his throat to announce his presence. “Sorry uh... About my friend there, he unfortunately only has two braincells left to work with so his jokes are fuckin’ awful.”

[kitaylr]

K e n z i e  T a y l o r ; 

                     MACKENZIE remained quiet as Kit started to speak again, trying to settle the levels of anxiety the idea of letting go of any aspect of the garage had caused to twist her stomach into a knot. She knew that everything he was saying was right; she had held the garage up, even more so after their father had passed, and it wasn’t that she didn’t want to let him be involved. She didn’t know how to. Her work had been the thing to occupy her time, to distract her from everything else going on around her, and having to face up to any of that was a terrifying thought. Pressure; the word continued to repeat itself in her head until her bottom lip was quivering and she’d lost track of what she’d wanted to say in the first place. “I don’t know how to cope without it, Kit,” Kenzie whispered, casting her eyes to the floor. “The pressure of it, I mean. I’ve–” She screwed her face up, momentarily lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose with a frustrated sigh. Constantly, it seemed, she was on the edge of a breakdown and just couldn’t manage to get the word ‘help’ to pass through her lips. “I’ve spent so long keeping my problems in the four walls of this damn garage that I don’t know how to handle them outside of that.”

                        She sighed briefly, shaking her head, trying to snap herself back out of it. Kenzie looked back up as he spoke, swallowing against the lump in her throat at his suggestion, “I’m not scared you’re gonna steal the garage from me, you know. It’s just– like you said. It’s a security blanket.” Kenzie agreed, nodding. It had been her safety blanket - but perhaps it was time for her to let go of that. Maybe handing over some of the control would let her learn how to breathe again, let her learn how to stop bottling her emotions up to the point they’d become uncontrollable. She reached her hand out towards him, locking her pinky finger through his with a gentle smile. “I think I need more help than just the garage.”

“You ain’t gotta cope without it.” he gently reminded Kenzie. “There’s nothin’ wrong with havin’ a safety blanket. We’ve all gotta have somethin’ to keep us sane. For some people that can be alcohol, or gamin’, or in your case, it’s work.” Kit teased ever so lightly, leaning over to nudge his sister with his shoulder as he offered a kind smile. “You know, I’ve been waitin’ for you to tell me that.” he spoke honestly, because if there was one thing he knew about Kenzie it was that she was too stubborn for her own good. It ran in the family, he supposed. He had known there was no use in telling her she needed help because she would just flat our refuse it and insist she was fine, and so he had played the waiting game.

“It’s okay to ask for help, Kenz.” he smiled at her locking their pinky fingers before he moved over to drape his arm across her shoulders. “And I know it wasn’t easy for you to admit that. I avoided askin’ for help for 13 years. You think I wasn’t turnin’ my insides out at the idea of comin’ back here with my tail between my legs? I was fuckin’ terrified.” Kit exhaled slowly. “But you gotta talk to someone Kenz. Not necessarily me but... Just someone. Keepin’ all of this inside is goin’ to hurt you more than you think.”

[kitaylr]

Who gives a fuck about my nightmares? 'Cause I can barely focus when I'm like this And lately forty winks would be just priceless I wrestle with myself and with my vices But no one gives a fuck about my nightmares

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Beach Rats (2017) Directed by Eliza Hittman

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[edens-marley]

@kitaylr

[kitaylr]

A n n a  C o o p e r ; 

          “You are such a show-off,” she laughed, lapping up on the attention that the puppies were giving her. A scratch behind the ear here, a nuzzle there and tails everywhere, Anna thought that this was her own personal brand of heaven. Looking at Kit as he spoke, she was sure her eyes slightly bulged when he offered her the small piece of information. “What?” Surely he didn’t say that he was sleeping with Caroline Clark, who was her sister’s best friend and one of their roommates, did he? “You’re sleepin’ with Caroline?” Anna nodded trying to figure out what to say that wouldn’t make her sound catty to him— it was good that he wasn’t lonely, but hadn’t she lost her fiancée a few months ago and live under the same roof as he did? “I mean not to be a bubble burster or anythin’ but have any of you thought about the complications this can have? I mean… How did this even happen? How do you feel about it? About her?” She didn’t mean to shower him with all sorts of questions while they were being piled under puppies, but Anna was confused as hell, and surely her expression showed it, she was happy that Kit thought he could confide in her because it seemed no one else knew about what was happening between the two of them and she thought that even if they managed to get around Ella now, her sister had some sort of tracking device in her system for bullshit, so it wouldn’t be long before she figured all out. 

All the excitement in the dogs of having new visitors had seemed to settle down now and Kit’s mini-me puppy had wandered off, only to return with his favourite toy. Kit leant back against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him as the puppy clambered onto his lap. He sighed gently, knowing that he should have expected some sort of reaction from Anna about his casual agreement with Callie. “It’s just casual, we ain’t gonna complicate things.” Kit shrugged lightly, instantly wanting to defend his actions because sleeping with Callie really wasn’t that bad, was it? “I mean, look at you and I. We hooked up and it didn’t get weird or become complicated.” he raised his eyebrows as if he were emphasising his point before returning his attention to the puppy that had curled up on his lap. “We just got drunk one night and, well... You know how it goes.” he sat up, clearing his throat gently.  “I don’t feel anythin’. She’s just fun to be around and I ain’t gotta pretend to be someone I’m not in front of her. It’s... Nice.” although how all of this would stand in the Court of Ella he had no idea. “We both know that it’s only casual and temporary, so I promise you things aren’t gonna get messy.” truth be told the two of them hadn’t had that conversation yet but Kit figured it was a mutual unspoken agreement between them that they were going to enjoy it while it would last.

[kitaylr]

C a r o l i n e  C l a r k ; 

          “Please, I’m totally the hottest and coolest nerd you’ve ever been with,” she spoke against his lips laughing before she allowed their kiss to deepen a bit. Caroline was hungry, she would admit it, but this was a much better idea and her entire body seemed to think so too as she wrapped her legs around him and brought him closer. It was only when the oxygen was lacking that she even thought about the pancakes and gave Kit a light push, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip. Damn, that man would be the death of her. “Pancakes,” she said trying to regain her breath and hopping off the counter to pick up a plate on the cupboard. Maybe it would be safer is she put the kitchen island between them, at least it would be one more obstacle that would keep her from grabbing that syrup bottle and drip all over him. Yes, good idea. Caroline settled on the other side of the island, cutting into the pancakes that were already plated and putting one forkful inside of her mouth. She closed her eyes and a slow moan came out as she nodded. “Yeah— damn, why haven’t you told me about this incredible gift of yours? We’ve been livin’ together for months and you had to fuck me to cook for me? I’m hurt…” she joked before putting another bite into her mouth and sitting down on one of the stools. “Now, goin’ back to what we were talkin’ about before… you distracted me, I promise I will be kind of selfish every once in a while but right now is not the time, and if NASA does call, or e-mail, or somethin’ like that I’ll be sure to go runnin’ if I need, but for now, I can piss old old teachers by havin’ tattoos and students totally lustin’ after me.”

“You’re the only nerd I’ve ever been with.” Kit corrected her as he unwillingly pulled away from her kisses. “Cause you’re all too busy talkin’ about equations or right angles or whatever it is you get freaky to.” he flashed Callie a teasing wink, his body craving the closeness to hers the second she moved away from him. It hadn’t been a conscious decision to become this accustomed to her touch and it wasn’t something Kit wanted his thoughts to linger on in fear of discovering something that could potentially ruin their carefree agreement. Instead, he mimicked her movements and sat down beside her at the other side of the island, making sure to drizzle an absurd amount of syrup on his own pile of pancakes. “Cause I knew it’d make you fall uncontrollably in love with me and then we’d both be screwed.” Kit warned teasingly, his fork shovelling more pancake into his mouth without any room to pause. “Is there ever a right time to be selfish? Cause someone’s always gonna want somethin’ from you.” he shrugged gently. “Just promise me you ain’t gonna die in this town regrettin’ you didn’t take that job or didn’t move to that country ‘cause you were too scared to leave.” Kit looked across at Callie with sincerity in his eyes as the last thing he wanted was for her to waste all of her potential on a shitty town like Edens Town. “Hey if NASA call, you demand to know what the fuck took them so long. Oh and if you were my teacher in high school, I’d have a boner every physics class.” he moved over to the fridge to drink from directly from the orange juice carton before tossing it into the bin on the other side of the kitchen. 

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[kitaylr]

@hector--fuentes

[kitaylr]

A n n a  C o o p e r ; 

          “I already did, don’t you remember?” Anna turned to him and lowered her voice, “with my sex moves and impressive flexibility,” she winked with a chuckle as she followed him into the playpen area, still laughing at his words. There was an easiness with Kit she still hadn’t find with any of her overly worried friends. She guessed that he was used to it all, mostly with life being rough. She had been in his life for as long as she could remember, but they never really been this close, her time being mostly spent with Mackenzie, and mostly outside of their homes, especially when they were younger. Sitting down on the playpen, Anna was immediately welcomed by excited noses sniffing her away and she couldn’t help the wide grin that spread on her face. She hadn’t felt this good in weeks. “He really does,” she reached out to scratch behind the furry ear and chuckling when the puppy’s tongue drooped to the side as he leaned on her palm. There were about four cozy little fellas taking over her lap now and another bunch rounding her and waiting for her turn, she would lie down if she knew she wouldn’t be completely swarmed, but it was funny how all of them made her miss Charlie— in a good way. “Have you ever thought about gettin’ one for yourself, Kit? I mean— I know that Ella’s dogs already take up half the apartment, but they seem to sort of get along with Caroline’s cat, don’t they? Why don’t you get a buddy for you? Sure does get a lot less lonely,” she sighed at her choice of words, “not that I’m implyin’ your lonely.”

“Ah yes but they would have been nothin’ without my sexual prowess.” Kit smouldered, his eyes mysterious and his voice deep before he erupted with quiet laughter. He had always shared some form of a friendship with Anna as the two had grown up as friends alongside Hector and Ella but they had never quite clicked before as they had done now. He supposed that it was due to them going through different things at different times and life having no cause or reason to pull the two of them closer until now, until they haphazardly fell into bed with one another. Any other person and perhaps it would’ve made things awkward or strained, but Anna had a certain air of grace about her that made it elevate their friendship. Enough so for them to be able to joke about it and not getting offended. “You’re definitely implied that I’m lonely.” Kit corrected her teasingly, a smile proud upon his lips as he fussed two new dogs that were vying for his attention. “Maybe I am or maybe... I’m just used to bein’ on my own.” he mused with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. “But,” he spoke with a gentle sigh. “I feel like I’m walkin’ on egg shells at the moment so I don’t know if a furry friend is a good idea right now.” Kit paused, pursing his lips together as he looked up at Anna. “Callie and I are sleepin’ together and I have no idea how Ella hasn’t figured it out yet.”

[keegan--anderson]

You + Me + One More Drink

[kitaylr]

K e e g a n  A n d e r s o n ; 

Location: Tipsy Cow 

Open To Anyone; @edtstarter

It was a Sunday evening and Keegan wanted to be anywhere else but home. Home was too quiet and he felt like it couldn’t even be called a home at this point. It was just some place he slept in at night. Most nights, he didn’t even make it to his bed. He only made it to his couch. He wasn’t settled in yet. The town felt foreign to him even though he was a native. It had been too long and he felt like a stranger. However, he figured that was good. He figured very few people would recognize him. He wanted to keep a low profile anyway. Keegan was on his fourth rum & coke for the evening and his body was beginning to feel the numbness creep in. It had become a comforting feeling to him. He was listening to the awful karaoke singers who attempted to sound great while intoxicated. At least he wasn’t them right? Keegan downed the rest of his drink as he pushed it over to where the bartender was.”Can I get another one please and one for huh the person sitting next to me?” He figured he would try to be friendly and strike up casual conversation by offering to buy the person next to him a drink. He was tired of just staring into an empty glass. 

It was common to find Kit in a bar any night of the week, although he made sure he never got particularly drunk. Visiting bars after work in the evenings was more of a habit, if anything. It was how Kit had learnt to be social during his travels, how he met knew people and how he would wind down after a busy day. Most people would go home, kick up their feet and watch TV but for Kit, this was his favourite way to relax. “You’ve gotta at least take me out for dinner first.” he teased jokingly before finishing the last dregs of his beer, which in his opinion, was always the bit that tasted the worst. “I’ll have the same again.” Kit nodded to the bartender before turning to his new drinking buddy. “Alright question. Would you rather be Dr Doolittle or Dr Strange?”

[kitaylr]

KIT TAYLOR’S WARDROBE ; 02 ( ACCESSORIES ) .

i. red tinted sunglasses ii. rings iii. chains on his pants iiii. hats