What Can I Say , It's Why You Love Me , Right Marcus ? Brow Arches As The Brunette Smirks , Shaking

‘ what can i say , it's why you love me , right marcus ? ’ brow arches as the brunette smirks , shaking her head at the cocky grin he wears so well . ‘ i would give you another go but i think i've fed your ego enough for one night . ’ she teases , but the ache in her leg lets her know it well and truly is enough , but her smile never falters . eyes carefully follow his hand back up to his face after he pats the hood of his car . ‘ prize ? winner calls it , so why don't you tell me . . . ’ offering only the soft shrug of her shoulders as she steps closer to him .

    “ you're just so charitable, morgs. i admire that. ” he leans against his own car, basking in such a harmless victory. “ however, i'd love to see you lose again. you put up a good fight, especially with the unprofessionals. ” marcus flaunts his lack of training, knowing damn well his record of being pulled over is near criminal. burly hands pat the hood of the vehicle, unable to wipe off a cocky grin. “ so what's the prize, miss formula champion? ”

chest feels hollow , the tension surrounding them heavy . his eyes dart in the direction of who she speaks about but only for a split second . their son . gaze returning to his clasped hands before him , the temptation and heartache he feels greater than any he has ever endured . heart beats erratically and he needs to take a deep breathe before he speaks up . ‘ you know that's not how this works . ’ wants to throw caution to the wind and and say fuck it more than anything . hug his son and tell him how much he loves him , for the first time . he's gotten so big and mercer wonders if he looks more like him now , if his voice sounds the same as his . to hear him laugh . ‘ i shouldn't have come . ⸻ but i . . . i couldn't stay away . ’ moment of weakness , turned to guilt . he knows he's putting both of them in harms way by being here . ‘ i should go ... 'm sorry . ’

open to : m / nb !

plot : based on sally jackson and poseidon but can take routes that aren't strictly god and mortal . could be any form of immortal like vampires or some weird supernatural curse i dunno just here for the angst .

" you should ... you should talk to him . " they shouldn't be having this conversation , it had been years since she had laid eyes upon them and it killed her to realize that . there was little more between them than a shared son they hadn't known , one who could never understand that none of this was easy for any of them . " just this once . "

*screams* i want a plot where a guy goes on a roadtrip just wandering around the state trying to find meaning of life with his big ass doggo and one day he comes to diner where this shy young woman works and like her boss is always yelling at her and she has abusive boyfriend and her father used to be abusive as well and this guy he is the first man who ever treated her nicely and he just asks her completely out of the blue if she doesn’t want to leave with him and she’s like “why not?” so she takes all of her things and leaves with him. pleaseee!

someone let me play a cute young nanny working for a single dad who is just in over his head, and she loves the kids, and they love her, but she’s taking online classes to eventually become a teacher which means she’d have to leave them, and the kids hate that idea so they beg their dad to marry her, not fully understanding what that means. give me an age gap that makes them both think they can’t have the other, even though they both do. pleasseeee

‘ so what are you still doing here ? if i'm so fucking horrible , tate . . . why don't you just walk away . ’ challenge in his tone is clear , daring . but there's no chance he'll actually let her walk away .

open : anyone . muse : tate bosworth . twenty-six . public relations / brand strategist for a widely known internet personality . connection : toxic relationship .

      "  i  would  say  i  don’t  know  what’s  wrong  with  you  ,  but  i  actually  do  and  that’s  the  problem  .  "

EVAN BUCKLEY — 4.03 "Future Tense"