desperate desires

I have less worth than you? Well, of course you do, obviously, Willa wanted to say, but of course she couldn’t dare slip such words to her husband’s brother. Willa knew the annoying but very real bond they shared and constant insults to Kennedy’s brother would only result in something that Willa didn’t care to find out. Sure, she had Kennedy in the palm of her hand. made love to women, men all in their gorgeous mansion, but there was an undying devotion Willa had and a jealousy surrounding any man or women that dared to touch her Kennedy. It was like she had made him from stone and the very idea of losing him - watching him crumble all around made her enraged, almost sick to her stomach with rage. “Maddox, you weaken my heart, darling. You think I truly care whether or not my husband came from that place, I don’t. Neither do I care about your coming from that place. You are my family now, darling, and I take care of my family. What ever made you think I wouldn’t?” She smirked, a slight smirk, that she cleared away in a moment or so. “Kennedy did indeed grow up there, darling - and so did you. And yet look how different your lives turned out. Kennedy worked hard, didn’t he? He became a man, left all of that behind and married into one of the wealthier families in London. Not that you haven’t done well for yourself, Maddox, but - either way, less or not, you are still my brother in law, darling. And I am so sorry that we don’t seem to see as much as you as we’d like, but I know how much Kennedy cherishes you and so, you are important to me as well. What kind of wife would I be, hmm, if I told him to cast you aside? That’d be rather foolish, hmm?” She smiled. 

“Now, please. Have some tea with me. I can even get you coffee, if you’d prefer.” 

...

Smirking, “right, his life is so different than mine,” he thought back to Halloween where the two brothers ended up drunk and shirtless on the curb at Sloppy Joe’s. Given a change, Kennedy would revert back to his original form, before he met her.  He glared back at her, equating success to their little cinderella story, “so if I married someone wealthy?” He mused, leaning back into the chair, refusing to get comfortable in the presence of this woman. He had done well for himself, despite what Willa thought. He had left the trailer park, had his own place, his own tattoo studio and he didn’t need to prove anything to her. Staring back at her, “yes, it would be foolish,” he wouldn’t make his brother choose sides, but he would tell him the truth if anything were to happen. Shaking his head, “is Kennedy coming, or should I leave and come back another time?”

…

Wyatt kept his gaze on the woman in front of him. For some reason, hearing that she felt like she had been rushing it with her ex-fiancé gave him a little bit of hope. Maybe this was a moment he had been waiting for, some sort of miracle and if he was honest he had been wanting to push their relationship a little further since he ran into her at the saloon a few months back. He nodded his head at her words. “Sometimes we rush things and don’t realize how much we don’t want it until it’s too late… So, at least you caught it before you went through with it.” Was that meant to be helpful? Probably not. “Honestly… Our marriage was kind of the kick in the ass I needed to stop wallowing in self pity and actually move on with my life. At least someone wanted to marry me,” he teased. He raised his hand, brushing his fingers through his beard. “I think I can separate myself for a few hours to take my wife out to dinner.” He turned his head towards the other bartender. “Call me if there are any problems.” He walked over to the little counter door, lifting up and placing it down. He walked over towards her, placing his hand on the bar next to her. “Shall we?”

...

Nodding, “Yeah, I just feel bad for my ex, up and leaving and all,” she sighed, jutting out her lower lip as she looked at Wyatt. “It wasn’t his fault or anything, I just wasn’t ready,” she knew she was the shitty one in the situation, that’s why she left Miami, so he could move on without her. She was taken aback by his statement, not realizing there was so much more to Wyatt than she had learned in the short, drunken weekend in Vegas, “really?” She gave him a small smile, “shut up,” she laughed, “anyone would be happy to your wife, believe me. I was married to you for a weekend, and I still think about it,” she teased him, but she was serious. Their lack of knowing each other did not affect their time spent in the bedroom. Biting her lip, she grinned, “let’s do, hubby,” she placed her hand over his as the two walked out of his bar. She knew the situation was unique and not many would understand, but it was on par with the way Marina lived her life.

“We’ve got an arrangement, alright?” Kennedy said with a chuckle, hair of dog mixed a bit too strongly into the tea he managed to get brewed for him. It sent him into a wheeze with that small laughter, the burn strong. 

“It keeps the magic alive, and a little jealousy didn’t kill anybody as long as its mutual,” He added. Him and Willa had happened on a whim, and he could only imagine what Maddox had thought of it. It was hard for them to stay in touch so far away, but they did their best. His letters and what he could send over a wifi based text message to spare himself the international charge just didn’t do their story justice, let alone the truth behind it all. He had come to love Willa, but that was after their real arrangement. “If I tell you this, you swear you won’t tell her you know?”

...

Raising his brow, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “that woman, who is more possessive than anyone I’ve ever met in my life, lets you sleep around?” It was almost unbelievable, hearing that Willa and him had an open marriage. Not that Maddox was some kind of proponent for monogamy, but he didn’t want his significant other sleeping with anyone. Maybe he was more traditional that he thought. Leaning forward, setting his elbows on his thighs, “what the fuck is going on, Ken?” There was so much to his own brother he didn’t know and it bothered him. Maddox considered Kennedy his closest confidant and he wasn’t sure the roles were reversed.

He went to grab a clean rag before looking back at her, holding it out as he slowly looked down to see the damage he caused. “I’m sorry about that, the music with the echo back here, it’s impossible to hear anything.” He looked around as the dark liquid began to ruin this poor woman’s white outfit, maybe it was time to invest in a bell for the back door as well. “I think I have a spare t-shirt if you’re interested? Your dress can soak while I take a look at your car.” 

...

She could feel the liquid drip down her clothes, “it’s okay,” she mumbled out, realizing how much it wasn’t going to be okay. She needed to get to litigation, she needed to go divorce her husband, “yes please,” she said quietly, not wanting to move, in hopes that her dress wouldn’t be entirely ruined. She knew that that ship had sailed long ago. “I’m sorry I scared you, I just really need my car fixed. My asshole soon to be ex-husband was supposed to take it in months ago, but he was fucking other women,” she rambled, shaking her head. She wasn’t trying to tell the mechanic her business, she was just frustrated with everything.

He stumbled over his words, a little chuckle caught in the sputter as he tried to catch himself. “It’s still a great boat. There’s no denying that.”

Following her instruction, he clicked open a bottle and sat across from her. He had been scoping the place even after being caught, but he found himself paused on his take of the room with his gaze on her. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was still weary of what he could hide, or if Bowie had actually given up on a scam for once. Was he actually willing to listen to the person across from him without picking apart what they said to find something out?

Maybe for five minutes.

“Hell no,” He said. “I never wanted to be a waiter, but I’ve been doing it since I was fifteen. I lied on papers and got a shack in trouble at my first job before I started working here. It fills the time and I get good advice here on there on where to invest my money when the time’s right. I’ll have you know I’m the sailing instructor, too, and one day, I’m gonna sail the hell away from this dock in the middle of a shift on my boat.”

...

She tucked her legs under her body, nodding as she listened to him talk about one day just leaving everything behind and she had to admit it was appealing. Less stress being on your own, not dealing with anyone’s shit. It would take a lot of the pressure she was feeling off her shoulders, “that’s the dream, isn’t it? Just saying fuck it and leaving,” her father would put out a national manhunt for her if she decided to do that, but it was a nice thought to have. Nodding, “so you’re a waiter and a sailing instructor? Wow, a man of many talents,” she teased, “well I’ll pass on the sailing lessons. I’ve known since I was practically five years old.” Her father was in the business of boats, and it was a little tradition they would go on his sail boat, until she left for college. She realized how different their lives were just by how he spoke. She got a job, for fun, never for survival.

Kennedy had always wanted more for himself, and even more so when Maddox came around, but he knew it would take work. He never shied away from the ladder that he would have to climb to take it. It had done what he could to keep things in order before he left, but Kennedy knew it would never be the same without him. He could only hope. He had treaded carefully in his transition from keeping in contact with his brother overseas to living no more than twenty minutes away, but it seemed his drunken intentions got the better of him in wanting company. When Maddox didn’t answer immediately, though, it seemed he had found someone who would. Too bad he was still sharing his location with him on his phone 

He hadn’t expected him to show, but it didn’t take much intuition for the bar to point him to the motel across the street. “I can explain… but I’m not really sure if I’m crossing a line if I do. I don’t think you wanna know about my hook ups anymore than I wanna know about yours.”

...

“Please,” he held up his hand, “we’ve already seen and heard way too much of each other while living in the grotto, okay?” He took a seat in the chair in the corner of the room, resting his leg on his other knee, “just surprised to see you here, is all,” he mused, looking around the dusty place. This place was nicer than where they grew up, but Kennedy had upgraded into the luxury lifestyle his wife gave him. “Also surprised the woman who walked out of this motel before I came in wasn’t Willa,” he gave him a smirk. He wouldn’t mind having a sister in law who wasn’t Willa, but he thought Kennedy actually liked her, so he was confused, “you feeling alright, Ken?” He eyed his brother, curious to know what was going on in his head.

…

Wyatt let his eyes rest on the woman in front of him. It was crazy to think about the fact that the only reason they found out they were still married was because she was trying to marry someone else. It made him think about the fact he had been no where near close to being on that level with anyone since the two of them got married. He glanced down towards the drink between her hands. “Weight of the world because we’re still married and you couldn’t marry him or…” Maybe it was his way of trying to understand it. He lifted his eyes up towards the woman, pressing his lips together as he shook his head, leaning a little closer to her. “How do you tell someone you’re still married to them? I probably would have taken that long to let you know as well.”

...

Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, she stared back at the man she could call husband if she wanted to, “I think I rushed it. With him I mean,” biting her lip, “it became glaringly obvious when it came back that I was already married. It just reminded me of how I rush and make spontaneous decisions. Like marrying you in Vegas,” she gave him a small smile. “It’s kind of a problem I have.” She was glad he wasn’t going ballistic on her even though she deserved it. She didn’t know if he was in a relationship, or what he was doing with his life, she just came into his life with big news. “Listen, are you hungry, because I am starving. How about lunch with your wife?” She teased, hoping he wouldn’t get offended, “not that I don’t love shooting tequila and calling it a meal.”

he scoffed, the grin spread over his lips betraying his feigned offense. “yeah, my fuckin’ ass. if i’m soft, you’re a goddamn marshmallow, ya prick.” he snorted, reaching for his coffee again. there had been many a night where the bruises vann suffered had fallen on top of one another, the result of thighs slamming into the pole beneath and squeezing to support his weight and all the haught of being powerful enough to bring crowds to their knees. that taste of dominance in his youth had done a great deal too much in forging him into the cutthroat businessman that he had become. fuckin’ yikes. “you know anyone watchin’ when i used to dance wasn’t there to see my tits, right? we both know they were there for cock, balls, and maybe some hole on a messy night.”  eyes rolling, he scrunched his nose, shaking his head in denial of the words coming from atlas’ mouth. he’d heard worse, said worse, but it wasn’t ever in taste to hear about his twin’s sexcapades. “jeeeeeesus fuckin’ christ, shut up about my sister, ya depraved fuck,” he laughed “otherwise, i’ll make sure the number of teeth in that pretty little mouth’a yours’ gonna match joe’s butch husband, ya lil bastard.”  cringing at the follow up, he gave a nod. “fuckin’ hell. sixth street will never be the same.” 

...

He feigned shock as his lower jaw dropped, “I am not a marshmallow, okay? I could not do what I do, and be a marshmallow,” looking at the cup from which Vann was drinking from, “fuck that coffee man, get us some shots!” Atlas motioned to the other bartender, “fucking coffee, in a bar? Who do you think you are?” Two shot glasses were put between them as Atlas held up his, “to a friendship with never ending stories,” he smirked, bringing the glass up to his lips, letting the alcohol slide down his throat. Shaking his head with a laugh, “thank god I had a shot to hear that fucking statement,” feigning a shiver, “that’s disgusting, friend. I’m very glad I didn’t have to witness one of those nights.

Shrugging, “as if you’re not just as depraved as I am,” the shot went to his head as he inhaled deeply, “the only difference was the whole world knows I’m depraved,” it was the downside of fame and recognition, everyone knew all the details he tried to hide from the world. Instead of being upset about it, he just said fuck it, and leaned into the rumors and whispers. There was no point in fighting. “Go ahead,” he brushed him off, “I got the money to replace them,” Scratching his head, “weren’t we banned from Austin, for like the next ten years?”

open to: @ofnirvxna​ | maddox pope-abrams location: sloppy joe’s halloweekend

The word Kenny was screeched into his ears now, his suit peeled off of him with a sting as though it were a second skin. A few beers in, and Kennedy Pope Abrams was dwindled down to who he had started as, before he grew into his name. He had forced himself to sit down now on the outside steps of Sloppy Joe’s, passing a cigarette to his brother. This was suppose to be a humble meeting, a small catch up away from the manor that only ever held tension for the two of them and worked as the literal walls between what they were and what they had become.

“I haven’t drank like this… since I was twenty three,” He said, eyes closed tight as he waited for his stomach to settle. “They’re trying to start a show, but I have work in the morning. I need to at least be able to get out of bed. How are you feeling?”

...

Chuckling as his brother reverted back to his original form, the grimy fuck who grew up in the Grotto instead of the posh stick up the ass guy who was married to a raging bitch. Taking the cigarette from his brother, he sighed before inhaling, “fuck work, Halloween is tradition,” he patted his brother’s back, “and I feel great, shirtless, drunk and smoking a cigarette. What could be better?” The two sat on the curb, shirtless with furry paws on their hands: his tea and crumpets?” He hated her name that he couldn’t even bring himself to say it in passing. “I’m sure she’s thrilled with this sort of debauchery,”

“it isn’t the tattoos i’m worried about, dude.” abraham smirked, setting the stencil where it belonged, shoulders relaxed as he used the flat of his palm to press the transfer paper into his client’s skin. “thing is: i just finally got these boots broken in and getting the puke smell outta leather isn’t as fun as it seems.” he was teasing, mostly. most rockstars could hold their shit better than the average tourist chump that filled his seat. “i getcha. you need a water or something, lemme know.” he said, dunking the needle into the small cap of ink that sat waiting. “kay, i’m goin’ in.” throwing a warning out of curtesy was pretty much second nature. opposite hand stretching the skin where necessary, abraham began his work, needle pressing into atlas’ back. 

...

Shaking his head, “I’m fine and your shoes are fine. I can hold my liquor and have since I was sixteen,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes shut. The tattoo artist pressed the paper against his back as he nodded, “I will let you know if I need anything.” He had gotten tattoos to represent important moments in his life and of course, this was one of them. He had to commemorate this moment as well. He felt the needle of the tattoo gun against his skin, making him shiver. It was a familiar feeling, but not pain. It was almost soothing to him, a memory of times past, “got a busy day?” He mumbled, eyes still shut.

The joint nearly slipped from his lips at her confession, and Gale pushed himself off the side of the house to make sure it wasn’t a joke. Stupid shit came out when you took a hit, but Presley was far from laughing. Gale’s body already broke it’s tower to his knees, arm coming around her shoulders. 

“For one, I doubt he’s got it in him to start a new family. Dad’s not that much older than the hills at this point. You’re it for him, kid, I can promise you that. And he’s damn lucky,” He assured her. “You weren’t a mistake like me, but don’t think so literally if you were planned, either, Presley. All that means is that he planned to give you a well deserved chance, and that’s all. Whether you take it and whatever you grow up to be and do with it is only your business. Him and my mom… It’s a shit show. It wasn’t meant to be at all. They both got the one thing they needed out of each other and that was it.”

...

She felt his large arms wrap around her body as he pulled her close to him and she instantly felt better. He was her bubs, and no matter what happened, he was always there to calm her down. Shrugging, “It was stupid, but what if,” she paused, “what if he just starts over and leaves me behind. It was easy for him,” she stopped, looking at Gale. She let out a small chuckle, “Men can procreate their entire lives,” she joked, “all he has to do is find a newer, younger model and we’ve got a younger sibling.” She let her head rest on his bicep, thinking how their father had left him and his mother and she was terrified of the idea of it happening to her and her mother.

She stared at her fingernails, “you were the best thing that came out of that relationship,” she told him, looking at him, “fuck the invention and the riches that came after that. Dad missed out on getting to know you.” She wrapped her arm around his, holding tightly. Any doubts in her mind and he cleared it up so easy for her. He was the rock of her life.

STATUS: closed for @ofnirvxna​ (odette) LOCATION: ondine’s wreckage

Aubrey was busy minding his business, setting aside the next bottle of oil he’d need for his next appointment. The shop was a little more silent than usual, though it never seemed to last long once he started working again. He slowly closed the hood of the vehicle in front of him, jumping when he noticed the sudden shadow. They were silent, throwing Aubrey off as he knocked into the bottle, causing the contents to spill out onto his next customer’s outfit. “Shit, I’m sorry!” He called out, looking around for one of his extra rags. “I didn’t hear you come in, honestly I didn’t know I’d have to put a bell on the backdoor too. Are you alright?” 

...

Of course her ex took the good car, leaving her with the other, the one that needed all the work done. He was still screwing her over, despite her trying to distance herself from him. She was stupid to think that divorcing him would be easy. Their entire relationship, he took and took and took and he still wanted to take from her. It didn’t matter, she just hoped that the auto shop would be able to see her on such notice. Pulling into the empty lot, she went to open the door and even though the open sign was flashing, the door was locked. She sighed, turning around as she headed towards the back. “Hello?” She yelled out as she walked towards the garage, coming upon the mechanic, scaring him, as she felt the liquid spill all down her front. Her white outfit was covered in the dark sticky liquid, “Yes,” her face cringed, not meaning to do it, “Do you have any towels?” She asked as the liquid seeped through her clothes.