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GREGG SULKIN

via Instagram (09-01-2024)

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deadsuburbia:

ok but can i just get a killers in love plot ? like seriously please . just two psychotic , violent , chaotic muses in love . like two muses that have a crazy thirst for blood but also for each other , nd just give me a hell raising couple going from city to city , wreaking havoc nd laughing as they drive off leaving the city in ruins behind them !! or standing in the shower and just cleaning blood off of each other nd whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears , and a crazy dependency on one another .. like they would literally die without the other but also die for the other !! give me “did that guy just fucking touch you ?” “yeah baby he did go fucking ruin him” and just lots of toxic behavior , just two killers in love and raising hell everywhere they go ):

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"Maybe a dozen or two," he mused playfully. "We could build ourselves a tiny cardboard mansion." Warm mirth in his eyes, Blake smiled down at the tiny woman in his arms. The smile fell slowly as she spoke next though, and he shook his head, a sigh leaving full lips. He lifted a hand to gently cup the side of her face, voice lowered slightly to avoid being overheard by the lurking realtor somewhere nearby, "Kiko, I need you to stop worrying about this stuff. It's only money." Easy to say, most likely, when you'd always had it, but that was his life. The way he'd grown up, money was always easy to come by; only a call and a bank transfer away, really. He brushed his lips against her forehead, lips finding their way into a soft smile again. "My money, your money. It doesn't matter. It's all going towards the same goal, right? Our life together. That's what matters."

"two boxes?" she held up two fingers with a giggly smile. buying a house is a huge commitment, and though she knows he can afford it, she's concerned about her finances. perhaps it's something she shouldn't worry about since they are technically partners, but she's so used to being the provider that it feels foreign for someone else to do it for her. "we," she repeats with a smile, adoring the sound of them as one. she was hesitant to agree, but the house is truly beautiful, one she didn't even imagine herself living in, let alone building a family. "okay, but you have to tell me if it gets too much. i can pick up extra shifts at work. promise?" she looks at him, excitement evident on her face about them getting their very own home. "i don't want you to work too hard because you chose a loser who can't do half and half with you," she pouts. she didn't want to ruin the moment, but she somehow felt guilty that he'd have to take the heavier load in terms of their finances. she tries her best to make up for it by caring for him, but still, she feels guilty.

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Gregg Sulkin

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Muse: Damien Turner (24-27 yo, fc: gr.eg sul.kin) Open starter inspired by this (open to f)

She was crying. Standing at his door, drenched from the rain, with eyes puffy and red from tears, she looked worse than he’d ever seen her. Her makeup was a mess. Had she walked there, all the way, in the rain? Judging from her laboured breathing, she’d probably run more than walked.

“What the hell happened?” He heard himself utter the concerned phrase before he’d even fully decided on what to do. Last they’d seen each other was that party three weeks ago, where she’d gotten in a huge fight with her boyfriend. He’d tried to comfort her… and they’d ended up sleeping together. Admittedly not his finest hour, but it’d happened, and he hadn’t heard from her since, so he’d moved on. Now here she was, clearly upset (again), and he was honestly pretty unsure of the right protocol.

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Muse: Catalina Murillo (fc so.fia car.son ~ open to using an alt though) Open historical and/or fantasy verse starter (m only). If strictly historical, just swap kingdom for country. Plot is pretty open, but I have several ideas. E.g. your muse could be her womanizing betrothed (maybe he's not even a womanizer and it's just a rumour, idk), or his younger brother who has designs to go for the throne himself or who has a crush on her or maybe just wants to fuck over his brother, or literally anyone else; a noble, a guard, a servant. Could be dark or not, I'm open. Hmu if you want to talk ideas! :')

Catalina had been betrothed to the crown prince of a neighbouring kingdom since before she was able to walk. The marriage represented an alliance her kingdom desperately needed for the manpower his kingdom had in spades, and his kingdom needed for the wealth and trade routes of hers. It was mutually beneficial in every way. Trouble was his reputation and the fact that after two weeks at his court she'd yet to see anything to disprove the rumours. Quite the opposite in fact. So she'd been cold, kept a wall of her ladies between herself and him, hiding behind rules of propriety in order to keep her distance. It had worked just fine... until tonight's ball to celebrate that a date for the long awaited wedding had finally been set.

She'd needed a moment to herself. The air was stuffy inside, heavy with perfumes, egos and ambition, so she'd left her ladies to their courtiers inside and gone for a stroll in the garden. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned on the spot, skirts billowing around her as she did. Chocolate hues widened at the sight of him. "Oh. You."

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Her nose scrunched slightly at his insistence, the sharpness of his tone, the set of his brow and the way his tongue brushed over his lips a clear indicator that his patience with her was not unlimited. "I care," she murmured almost more to herself than to him, her voice lowered to just above a whisper. She'd always cared what others thought of her, probably even beyond what was reasonable. Suppose that was natural with a father whose military career ensured he was never home and a mother who expected her three children to live up to a stellar family reputation in order to please said absent father. It wasn't until she'd met Beckett that she'd rebelled for the first time in her life. He was everything her mother had never wanted for her, and in a way that was part of the initial appeal. More so, however, he filled a void she hadn't been aware of until then.

Somewhere in her consciousness, Alli was aware that she was being manipulated, but when Beckett touched her like that, thumb gently caressing the softness of her cheek, and he spoke with that soft persuasive purr in his voice, she was helpless to do anything but lean into his touch with a content exhalation of breath. Teal hues peered up at him through a veil of dark lashes, a soft smile blooming on her lips when he smiled down at her then. The words he spoke caused a flutter in the pit of her stomach, a flutter that manifested itself in growing warmth in her eyes. "Only yours," she breathed in response. She leaned into his kiss, head tilting back to accommodate the height difference and mewled ever so softly when he pulled back much too soon. "I know." Her fingers on his chest twitched, curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt while a nervous little laugh escaped her. "That's the problem. That I'm..." she paused briefly, lower lip rolling between her teeth in thought, unsure how to put her doubt into words - unsure how to articulate that she didn't know how to be okay with people knowing the extent of what she'd be willing to do for him. Eventually, she gave up and shook her head with a soft smile. "Nevermind. Doesn't matter." She shrugged a shoulder and brushed the tip of her nose against his. "So when is this... ehm, demonstration?... supposed to take place?"

❛ like i said — who cares how they fuckin' look at you baby, none of that matters,❜ beckett argued, though his words were a bit more sharp than he intended, tongue gliding along his lower lip as he willed himself to find patience. to not push allison too far away from the idea but, instead, ease her into it. allison would come around — she always did. ❛ you're mine, princess... all we'd be doin' is showing them that for certain. they won't be able to think of you without seeing me. seeing US— together.❜ his hand came to her cheek, the pad of his thumb gently grazing it's surface, a tender gesture coming in stark contrast from the manipulating tone he was using with her otherwise. this was his girl, his baby; she'd do what he wanted her to. even if it took her a minute to come around to the idea.

he noticed her reaction to the use of her full name, and for a moment he felt a small swell of guilt, one that was quickly diminished as she writhed in his grip, seeming to be facing an internal battle of wanting to please him and not being sure. beckett liked knowing the power he had when it came to his girlfriend, a woman whom he did undeniably love, but she was so stubborn sometimes. so insecure. he knew that if she just trusted him, she'd enjoy this — she'd enjoy having everyone see that she was his, no room to question if there was a crack or a rift worth penetrating between them. it would not only be hot, but he would be claiming her in front of other men who may think they have a chance with her in outside of their wildest fantasies. greedy eyes watched as her tongue dampened her lower lip, and a pleased grin ornamented his own as she finally agreed. just as he knew she would. ❛ that's my good girl, ❜ beckett cooed, a sudden softness to his words as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers, smiling against her mouth; ❛ i promise you, baby, whatever nervousness you're feeling now... you'll forget all about it when i'm taking care of you.❜

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Liam Hemsworth

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He could all but track the fear as it grew in Imogen's gaze. He took no pleasure in it, but he also didn't do anything to soften the blow of the information he delivered. He could have lied, could have spun some kind of tale like his sister would have, but Reid had little energy for that route today. His brow furrowed minutely at her questions. "I told you not to ask questions you don't want answers to." His gaze cut to the way her fingers curled, her anxiousness clear as day, and he expelled a tired sigh, slowly releasing her wrist from his grasp. "You have nothing to fear as long as you stay quiet," he told her then. "Breathe a word of this, any of this, and I can't do shit to guarantee your safety." He lowered his head slightly, eyes locked intently on hers. Where his grandfather's business was concerned, all bets were off. "You understand? It'll be out of my hands, Imogen."

Imogen's gaze flicked to his lips, watching them stretch into a smile, before her attention was back on the cloth. She continued to wipe away the blood until she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist. Her eyes locked with his and for a second she felt her heart stop. Her heart beating faster in her chest as he removed the cloth from her hand. Had she asked the wrong question? Too many questions? "I know," she spoke quietly, "but surely you didn't attack someone unprovoked? With them not able to defend themselves?" Had he really walked away from whatever this thing was, without a scratch? Trying to control her breathing, she didn't let her gaze waver. "Did you?" Her fingers curled into fists, unsure how she should take the fact that he was holding on to her. "Should I be scared?"

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"Fine. So secrets and not lies then." Meela's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug accompanied by a shallow sigh and a slight roll of her eyes. "Doesn't really make much of a difference." Both of her brows rose on her forehead for a moment when she confessed, then fell into a subtle frown. "Oh..." the exclamation was soft, thoughtful even. "And this is... why you've been acting so... off?"

"I never lied to you. I just didn't tell you everything. There's a difference." It's semantics and she knows it. " I'm not good at--" she gestures between them. For someone who spent her life being vulnerable, she was incredibly bad at being vulnerable herself. "I like you okay. Actually like you. The just sex thing? I'm not good at it. I tried-- you know? I wanted to be cool-- but I'm not built like that. I'm not cool. I--- I like you."

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Briefly, Meela considered her options. Essentially: lie, omit or tell the truth. Consideration crossed her features as she did, lips pursing minutely. Then: "Technically, that's Jenny's rule. Not mine." The gentle correction was made with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders. "If she'd wanted to go for Alex or Jackson, she'd be welcome to." Not that Meela could say much to recommend either of her brothers, but that was besides the point. "Besides, it's a rule that only applies to friends. And since she's recently decided to terminate our friendship, I figure... nothing ventured, nothing gained." No use lying to him, really. She was sure Jenny would throw a fit when she found out and tell him everything regardless.

Running into Meela wasn't odd. It only struck him as odd that he hadn't seen her around at the house anymore. Diego usually didn't get involved in his siblings' life, but her absence was noticeable. After the pleasantries and the quick catch up, the last thing he expected was her blunt statement. Now, Diego couldn't deny that she was incredibly attractive, but the thought of them together hadn't crossed his mind in a while. It did once, early on, and Jenny was quick to remind him that her friends were off-limits. "I'm intrigued, and for the record, I'm not saying no. But, whatever happened to that 'no looking at Diego or Luke' rule you and my sister had?"