#ft. silas

[ofwrxth]

DEMPSEY SIBLINGS looking like ????

[leylayilmazx]

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leylayilmaz: Get yourself someone who looks at you the way I look at @silas.

[hqcaleb]

( closed starter for @hqsilas​​ ) 

beaumont was brimming with wealthy kids and coming from more humble beginnings, caleb did rely — to some extent — on the earnings he accumulated from his various tutees; a few missed sessions meant he’d start to feel a small dent in his wallet. he hadn’t necessarily set out to seek silas, but as his eyes fell on the dark-haired male sitting by himself and scrolling through his phone at one of the tables in the quad, he figured it was the perfect opportunity to inquiry him about his whereabouts. “hey, man,” he greeted the other male as he walked up to him. “not to sound like one of your tinder dates you ghosted, but where have you been? you’ve missed not one, but three of our sessions. everything okay?” 

[smokecndmirrcrs]

( @ofemctions ) // SILAS. 

she wasn't sure what to say or do. she LOVED him. still, and she always would. the hardest thing she ever had to do, was keep their daughter from him when truly, all she wanted was for them to be a family. together. and if she was WEAK, she'd give into that, knowing better than to allow him near kaylee or skyler as long as he stuck to his bad habits. "i don't want to keep our daughter from you, silas. but i don't know what else to do."

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @niightmcres!

𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙈’𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇 as she rides the elevator, brown hues fixed on the glowing numbers above the steel doors as they rise toward the top floor. it’s not unusual for the personal assistant to drop by her boss’ place on weekends, sometimes it was requested to kindly kick out a one night stand, other times it was because she was in the area and being her usual pro-active self to get an early start on her weekly tasks. today was the latter. the only thing that was a bit strange this morning was the fact that he hadn’t answered his phone when she called, something he never did. still, she goes over, four of his freshly dry-cleaned suits draped over one arm while the other hand carries a tray with two coffees on it - one for him and one for her. a small bell dings once she reaches his penthouse, the doors opening right into his home and she steps out, heels clicking softly against the marble floors as she makes her way down the hallway and towards his kitchen. ❝silas? ❞ she calls, expecting to see the male when she turns the corner, her heart racing like it always did when she knows he's nearby… but instead, her eyes land on a woman she’s never seen before. she was blonde and beautiful. exactly his type. the femme had seen her share of them over the years but this one was different, she didn’t look like a fling. ❝hi,❞ miriam greets carefully, noting that she was wearing one of his white dress shirts that covered most of her frame and not much else. she looked comfortable, like she was right at home, and that realization brought a pang to her chest. hi! you must be silas’ assistant, miriam, right? i heard so much about you. i’m jess, his girlfriend. she hears her say as the brunette brings the tray of coffee down onto the countertop, watching in dismay as she takes one of the cups that was supposed to be hers, but too shocked to stop her. wait, what? girlfriend? the word makes her freeze, stomach dropping at the same time her boss finally walks into the room.

[fikazephyr]

"Silas dear," The name was a gentle greeting, signaling Silas of her arrival just beside him. Wedding duties had kept her from mingling with her children beyond their initial greeting, but she finally found a moment alone with her son. Watching him hover about, tirelessly helping and fixing minor issues before the brides could catch wind—it reminded her of another time he put everyone's troubles on his shoulders. Hand outstretched, she offered him a flute of water. "Have you taken a break tonight?" @mcnstercus

[ofamin]

WHAT :  the big beach bash ! WHERE :  by the stage, a half hour before the local band performs AVAILABILITY :  closed, @deadlysilas​

        IT’S AN OVEREXPOSED AND SATURATED HALLELUJAH, this carnival, the flashing lights and balloon devils far from the spotlights and dancing devils avi was used to. they couldn’t care less about the glee. the awe. the fascination one got from winning a hand-me-down stuffed animal. rather, their interests lie in turning this family friendly affair into an abba&co one, the bluetooth speaker they’ve brought with them accompanied by a backup dancer or two as avi situates all they need to pull off this free, unlicensed performance — one not hosted by the carnival itself, no. but if you’re to ask them, they’d just say a little rule breaking doesn’t hurt when providing an actual jaw dropping show.  ❛ is that bartender #3 i see? ❜  they interrupt their setup in the midst of catching wind of the stoic ( drunk? ) man walking by,  ❛ impeccable timing, darling, i needed someone to tie-the-knot. ❜  a sarcastic snort escapes them as they hold out a blindfold, jokingly implying silas should do the honors and finish their costume off just like he did their corset.