love, i have wounds only you can mend

[lovcstruck]

wtcddy‌:

[ text: kit kat ]: well you never know…how am i supposed to believe you

[ text: kit kat ]: before i decide, what are we having for dinner ?

[text: Teddy]: if anything i should be asking you that

[text: Teddy]: i’m very particular with my partners, thank you very much

[text: Teddy]: something actually cooked that didn’t come from a drive thru. can you come or not?

[lovcstruck]

wtcddy‌:

[ text: kit kat ]: o god don’t tell me you have something

[ text: kit kat ]: i can probably get over there in a little bit…depending on why i need to be there

[text: Teddy]: what? what do you mean?

[text: Teddy]: oh! no! god, i’ve only been with you and clem.

[text: Teddy]: i just wanna ask you something and i don’t want it to come out weird over text

[text: Teddy]: i’ll make you dinner

[lovcstruck]

@wtcddy

[text: Teddy]: i need to talk to you about something

[text: Teddy]: can u come over?

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intoxicatedelena-blog:

No more white picket fences No more lace veils or vow No more “You’re the only one” ‘cause that’s all done with now This is the last love song I’ll ever write for you This is the last love song I’ll ever write for you

[gvgvdans]

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

[ofhotheads-blog]

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

[lovcstruck]

scvrpions‌:

   THE  INFERNO  RAGES  ON   —–  though  it’s  merely  a  campfire  when  compared  to  what  roars  within  clementine  at  this  moment.  she’s  pivoted  into  survival  mode,  second  nature  for  a  junkie,  desperate  to  find  a  familiar  face:  she  spots  them  in  spades,  friends  and  family  that  have  either  crumpled  lifelessly  to  the  floor,  taken  up  their  own  arms,  or  continued  to  fight  against  the  flames.  kit’s  name  gasps  from  her  lips,  and  though  she  believes  little  in  salvation,  it’s  almost  like  the  heavens  part  when  she  spots  the  brunette  wading  her  way  through  the  chaos.  she  expels  forward,  wrapping  her  arms  around  the  girl  and  sobbing  into  her  hair  ——–  the  scent  of  strawberries  is  wickedly  replaced  with  ash.  “  kit,  fuck,  ”  is  all  she  can  manage,  tucking  herself  into  the  girl’s  side  and  trying  to  collect  every  ounce  of  strength  left  in  her  withered  body.  “  we  gotta  get  to  the  windows,  okay  ?  we  —–  we  can  do  this.  ”  dying  has  never  scared  clementine  very  much  ;  she  often  embraced  it,  taunted  it  …  but  whatever  happens  to  her,  she  refuses  to  lose  kit  tonight.

she sees clem just seconds before she’s crashing into her arms and she can feel the tears sliding down her cheeks as she holds the other as tight as she can. “shh it’s okay, i’m here, i got you.” the reassurance is ridiculous since clem is the only one with any real fighting experience and she’s seems to be fairing a lot better than the brunette has, blood still sluggishly flowing from the gash on her scalp, but kit doesn’t doubt that she would kill to keep the blonde safe. she’d made sure she got out of here no matter what it took.

she tries her best not to lean on the other for support, not wanting to impair her, but consciousness is becoming a surprisingly hard thing to hold on to despite the loud chaos around them. she tries to give a nod in response but her head lolls down briefly, the room going dark, before she snaps it back up. fuck. she knew enough to know that whatever had hit her had probably done more damage than she initially suspected and it was looking like it would probably catch up to her before she got out of here. clem might get herself killed trying to drag her out. she couldn’t let that happen.

“if i go down, you get out of here, okay? promise me.”

[lovcstruck]

She’d barely had time to hear the explosion before everything goes dark, having been adjusting something on her camera when something, she still doesn’t know what, strikes her in the back of the head. The next time she opens her eyes, chaos has ensued. She’s choking on the smell of smoke from the quickly spreading fire and she can feel blood trickling down the side of her face as people yell and run by, nearly trampling her in the process. She curls in on herself briefly as she hears the sound of gunshots, but she knows if she doesn’t move she’s as good as dead. She manages to crawl her way over behind one of the upturned tables and bring herself up to her knees, but the wave of nausea and dizziness quickly knocks her back down on her ass. She’s only now glad that she and Clem had decided on gauzy dresses as she uses the flared out sleeve as a mask for her nose and mouth to try and block out some of the smoke.

Clem! Where was she? Was she hurt? Oh God, Kit never should have left her.

Her own injury concerns forgotten for the moment, she uses the table to bring herself up on shaky legs and takes a stumbling step forward, keeping as close to the walls as she can without risk of getting burned. She had to find Clem. She had to find a way out. Unsteady feet take her a few more steps before she’s tripping forward, catching herself on the closest solid object. Whether it was misfortune or luck that that object happened to be a person remained to be seen.

[uglypnis]

[spencerfields]

[coffeeinmywineglass]

Well things got saucy

[sincere-is-the-sin]

Queen.

[booasaur]

For the People - 1x10

[lovcstruck]

Admittedly, Kit was hiding. While her date was flitting around, looking gorgeous, and being appropriately social, the brunette was keeping her camera in front of her face and the attention off herself, just the way she liked it. It wasn’t exactly as if she could have told her boss that crowds make her a little anxious. No, they’d never let her report on anything big if that was the case. As long as she wowed with the shots she took at this event, which would no doubt end up in a fluff piece later in the week, she had a chance at moving up in the ranks. She could suck it up for another few hours.

Seeing another interesting look, she moves to wave the party goer down. “You mind if I take a picture?”

[lovcstruck]

( caitlin stasey, 25, female, she/her ) Have you seen KATHERINE “KIT” MEYERS around ? I hear they’re an PHOTOGRAPHER who can sometimes be OBSESSIVE & EASILY MANIPULATED. But I also heard they can be LOYAL & CARING if you catch them on a good day. they’re usually hanging around VASILE MEDIA in their spare time. i sure hope they’re alright !

grew up in a pretty normal household, two parents married for over nearly 30 years and one older brother who went on to join the navy

has always believed in fairy tales and happily ever afters

tends to overdevelop things in her head (thinks there’s deeper connection with people than there is)

has been in three serious relationships that all ended in heartbreak

the first time she ever thought she was in love was with her high school boyfriend who ended up forcing himself on her on one of their dates when she said she wasn’t ready to have sex

the second time she gave love a shot, was at the age of 20 with a man she later found out was married. he put her up in her own apartment and swore he was leaving his wife and they would be together

when kit found out she was pregnant with the man’s baby, he told her it wasn’t the right time and if she didn’t get rid of it they wouldn’t be able to be together. he took her to the clinic and after it was over, he left her on the curb, still mostly sedated, and told her never to contact him again

her third attempt at love was with the woman she still considers the love of her life, clementine o’shea

clem is also the only reason that kit has returned to chicago

that and her uncle left her a house in his will

she’s pursued her passion for photography and landed a job with vasile media

trying to rekindle a relationship with clem that was ended previously due to drug use and jealousy (things that are still in play)

[notlikethemoviess]

“A woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you.” Caitlin Stasey

[lovcstruck]

wtcddy‌:

ft. scvrpions·

  TEDDY’S  WANDERING  TOUCH  HAS  BECOME  SO  INNATE  to  clementine  that  it  barely  registers  to  her   —-   his  touch  at  her  hips  feels  familiar,  and  it’s  only  when  she  finally  holds  kit’s  gaze  that  she  acknowledges  her  own  poor  manners.  god,  she’s  so  pretty   ——  for  a  photographer  who  captures  the  essence  of  others,  kit  rarely  seemed  aware  of  her  own  beauty.  she  doesn’t  know  if  it’s  nostalgia  or  the  weed  or  pure  instinct  (  probably  a  cocktail  of  all  three  )  but  something  propels  her  forward  and  has  clementine  capturing  her  lips  in  a  soft  kiss  ;  the  contact  alone  sets  off  a  roar  of  butterflies  in  her  stomach,  the perfect  way  to  punctuate  her  high.  “  we’ll  take  whatever  you’ve  got,  kitty  kat,  ”  she  coos,  beaming  as  she  pulls  away. 

“  god,  this  place  is  always  so  clean,  i  think  it’s  gonna  give  me  toxic  shock.  how  did  you  ever  put  up  with  me,  baby  ?  ”  clementine  wanders  around  as  if  she  had  any real  merit  to  do  so,  aside  from  kit’s  patience  and  an  unearned  sense  of  ownership.  she  turns  to  teddy,  pulling  him  close  enough  to  drape  her  arms  over  broad  shoulders,  “  i  would  spend  days  in  her  bedroom,  we  wouldn’t  let  each  other  leave.  sound  familiar  ?  ”

 clementine  knows  kit’s  watching,  and  she  knows  teddy’s  watching  her  fawn  over  kit,  and  this  echo  chamber  of  longing  and  confusion  starts  to  feel  a  little  dull  in  comparison  to  what  they  could  be  doing.   pale  digits  dip  into  her  back  pocket,  feeling  for  the  pretty  little  pills  that  just  might  close  the  gap  between  these  two  common  denominators.  she  shuffles  teddy  toward  the  couch,  opts  to  focus  her  dazed  attention  on  her  ex.  “  kit,  do  you  have  any  plans  tonight  ?  we  wouldn’t  want  to  impose  or  anything.  ”

HE’S LATE ON THE DRAW, always one sluggish step behind, and it’s only now that he’s untangling this web clem has spun for kit and her wide eyed innocence. it can be assumed teddy’s caught up in it, too, as he brushes his lips over the exposed, milky curve of her shoulder, playing devil’s advocate beneath kit’s steeled gaze. she’s an ex, he realizes, and he offers the slow spread of his lips in a wicked, cheshire grin as his thumbs work their circles into the salacious dip of clem’s spine. “ depends on how STRONG your mixology skills are, ” he replies, hands falling uselessly to his sides when clem breaks away from his grip to instead focus her full attention, then her lips, on the girl stood peaked as a ghost only a few inches away. 

HE ALMOST ENVIES HER, not for clem’s enveloping softness, but for the strings that come with it. teddy’s never felt that, not for anyone—his flings are always lust driven and physical—and even with clem, as endearingly as she strokes his hair when he’s losing his vision with the prick of a needle, his chest is empty come morning. she’s crashing back into him, and he accepts the intrusion with open arms now that she’s done peacocking for a breath. “ looks like you found your way out somehow, but i imagine if her bedroom’s so cozy it could accommodate one extra guest. ” he’s casting a wink kit’s way, complemented by his trademark magnetic simper. “ that’s all up to you, though, of course. ”

THE SOFA WELCOMES HIM with its plush embrace, and teddy wastes no time making himself at home, his head lolling back into the cushion and arms swinging over the backboard. the control is all in clementine’s hands, and he’s more than happy to play as her pawn. “ we’ve already got her blessing, clem, take a load off. you’re probably making her nervous with the interrogation. ”

The changing mood in the room threatens to give Kit whiplash as one moment, she finds her arms full of her ex, eyes fluttering closed as their lips meet, and the next she’s back to wrapping herself around Teddy, talking about their sex life like they’re a bunch of best friends gossiping. And he’s certainly right that she’s making Kit nervous. They both are. Teddy’s comment about an extra guest in her bedroom, especially. Is that why Clem had brought him here? What exactly were they expecting to happen? She could already feel her cheeks heating at the implication.

It’s not exactly that Kit is shy about sex. No, she’s fairly comfortable with her body and the pleasures it could bring, but she’d never been especially good at sharing. Especially with a stranger that may be in a position to take Clem away from her, depending on the nature of their relationship. Not that Clem was hers to take away anymore. For all the brunette knew, this may be her only way of being with the other woman ever again. But did that make it worth it?

If she was smart, she’d lie, tell them that she had somewhere to be soon, but she’d always been terrible at lying. Couldn’t keep a poker face to save her life. So once more she relents, giving a small shake of her head as her eyes narrow in on the little baggie in Clem’s grip. She’d hoped that in their time apart, the blonde might have gotten help, but apparently not. “You don’t think you’re going to be doing that here, do you?”

[lovcstruck]

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