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There was once an invisible man...
"...who had grown tired of being unseen." Indie Semi-Selective Teen Wolf OC. Silas Reynolds. Werecoyote. Multi-Ship/Verse.
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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them .
Δ = playing with their hair .
❤ = kissing them .
₪ = asking them out for dinner .
☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) .
♘ = stabbing them .
♕ = bowing down before them .
♒ = lying to them .
✿ = buying them flowers .
☾ = being found shirtless .
♢ = reading them a story .
☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm .
✎ = speaking in a different language .
✏ = teaching them a different language .
▄ = telling them a joke .
♬ = singing to them .
☹ = insulting a loved one .
ஐ = slapping them .
✂ = threatening them .
❃ = dancing with them .
▤ = falling asleep on them .
☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .
♣ = discovering them crying .
回 = patching a wound .
✮ = stargazing .
▓ = caught stealing their belongings .
☽ = wandering alone at night .
♡ = complimenting them .
≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .
☢ = falling over .
✦ = being well-dressed .
❂ = wiping blood off their face .
◎ = taking care of them while ill .
☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .
⇕ = holding their hand .
↱ = being lost with them .
☠ = pushing them against a wall .
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He didn’t seem affected at all by the question. In fact, he was amused. “It’s not that I don’t want to hurt you, I very much do, but there’s no point in it just yet. Yet. That’s the operative and dangerous word, ain’t it? As for my story....I have none. Born in the wild, raised in the wild and so the wild is what I must be. Beautiful. The End. Move on to another book.”
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Silas almost laughed at the question -- it wasn’t the first time he was asked that actually. He wondered, for a brief moment, if he really did have that charm about him...and didn’t question it long because he knew he had. “Well, I would certainly love to avoid such an issue. I’m Silas.”
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Silas laughed shortly, the humor not reaching his eyes --which stayed locked on her with a fierce intensity. “Smart girl, I’ll admit. I’m Silas. Reynolds. Now....I do believe I asked you a question? And I would awfully ‘ppreciate an answer.”
“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”
“Actually…..yes….is it not working?” He asked, eyebrows raising in genuine curiosity.
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Favorite villain → Ramsay Bolton (Game of Thrones)
↳ “ No, not Ramsay Snow. Open it. From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North. ”
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He was a little more than disappointed when he saw she wasn’t frightened -- even if that was only a fraction of how he could be. His eye...his wolf eyes were blue for a reason. “You’re an interesting one,” He murmured, almost to himself. There were several beats of silence before he decided to add, “You reek of death yet you’re a werewolf. You look pure yet something tells me you’ve known turmoil.....who are you?”
“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”
“Actually…..yes….is it not working?” He asked, eyebrows raising in genuine curiosity.
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“What you see as lack of confidence, I see as a safety measure....for me. With all the flailing you’re going to do, you might kick in me in the face and trust me....that’s one of my most promising aspects,” He explained simply as he trailed a finger down Stiles’ chest before ripping the shirt in half.
“Tying me to a bed. Very subtle.”
“Mmm I love it when they’re sarcastic,” Silas mused, tangling his fingers into Stiles’ hair and pulling back roughly. “Makes it so much more fun when you’re screaming and begging…”
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i want to write relationships that are complicated.
i want to write the on-again-off-again relationships. i want the screaming matches and the cancelled dates and the hurt feelings and the second guesses and second chances.
i want to write people who completely shake up each other’s daily routine and flip their entire world on its axis. i want them to drive each other crazy and question why they bother sticking around and then remember the way their partner laughs or see them in a moment of vulnerability that tells them ‘this is is why i stay. this is why i love you.‘
i want to write relationships with struggles. with class differences and financial divide. two people who are so completely different they somehow complete each other. i want the jealousy and the feelings of inadequacy that goes with it.
i want to write people who aren’t afraid to be honest with their partner. who aren’t afraid to say ‘yeah you’re being an asshole’ followed by ‘but i still love you, you idiot.’
i want the first time they see their partner cry and the morning after their first intimate night when everything feels so right.
i want people who get so used to one another that they stop going the extra mile. i want the ‘you don’t make the effort because you already have me’ argument.
i want relationships that challenge each other to be better people and make each other question their beliefs and moral compass.
but most of all, i want to write relationships that are real. that make you feel something. i want to go on the emotional rollercoaster right along with them.
that’s what i want.
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He let out another bark of laughter and nudged Stiles almost playfully with his foot. “Well, it really wasn’t mean to be, kid but you’re right, maybe I could’ve gone a little bigger.” He shrugged his shoulders before looking down at him again. “Good for you I didn’t.....it did the job anyway. Like I said before....such a fragile little fella.” He tsked disappointedly before stepping over him and began to walked away.
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“Ah well, that goes that plan,” Silas huffed, sounding disappointed as he let the gun drop to the ground. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to bring out the claws, to not make a scene ya know but I can improvise.” And with that, a growl rumbled out of his throat and he bared his fangs at her.
“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”
“Actually…..yes….is it not working?” He asked, eyebrows raising in genuine curiosity.
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“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”
“Actually…..yes….is it not working?” He asked, eyebrows raising in genuine curiosity.
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“Tying me to a bed. Very subtle.”
“Mmm I love it when they’re sarcastic,” Silas mused, tangling his fingers into Stiles’ hair and pulling back roughly. “Makes it so much more fun when you’re screaming and begging…”
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Silas let out a satisfied breath, a lazy smile finding it’s way on his face before he let the boy drop to the floor. He sighed and cracked his neck and rolled back his shoulders. “Woo....well...I dunno about you but that was very...very stress-relieving.”
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Kidnapped Starters
WARNING: possibly triggering content below!
Kidnapper
“Hush now. If you scream too loud I may be forced to do something you’ll regret.”
“You are a pretty thing aren’t you?”
“Trust me. You were no crime of opportunity. I’m getting paid a lot of money to deliver you.”
“They say, 2/3 of kidnappings are performed by someone the victim knows. Want to take a guess as to who I am?”
“You are in no place to be making demands, missy/mister.”
“Say one more word, and I may be forced to cut out that sharp tongue of yours.”
“I am sorry about this. Guess you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lucky me.”
“Are you ready to behave, or do you require more punishment?”
“You better behave. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
“Every time you misbehave I add a tally. You don’t want to know what happens after.”
“Beg. Convince me why I should keep you alive.”
“Looks like your _______ came through with the ransom after all. However, I’ve grown rather fond of you. I think I’ll keep you.”
“I’ve always wanted a pet. I wonder what sounds you can make.”
“When you can control yourself the gag will be removed.”
“You were being so careful too. Next time you think someone is following you. They probably are.”
“And where do we think we’re going?”
“They say when you can’t see your other senses amplify. What do my touches feel like, pet?”
“If you behave maybe you’ll get your own bed at my feet.”
Victim
“P-please. I-I didn’t see your face. J-just let me go, and n-no one will know.”
“Help, please!”
“Who are you? Show yourself!”
“You think tying me to a chair and swinging a knife is enough to intimidate me?”
“How do you know my name?”
“Tying me to a bed. Very subtle.”
“Please. I-I have money.”
“Why? Why me?”
“Could you loosen the handcuffs? They’re chafing my wrists.”
“You better hope I don’t get out of here.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want. Just please let me go.”
“Mmph!”
“Please. I can’t feel my legs.”
“No, no more. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”
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“Why yes, you certainly can,” His voice laced with venom as the man looks at him with steely eyes. He ever so slowly lifted his hand and turned it palm-forward towards Caleb to reveal it was stained with red. Blood. “I believe this....came from one of your people? A man who tried getting the better of me, I suppose.....wasn’t very nice you know.”
@lifewithacrookedheart wanted in on the CALEB action.
His expression was unreadable, his posture dripping with confidence as he watched the other man in the room. Because Caleb would be damned if anyone stepped into his office and overpowered him. “Can I help you?” He asked in his strong British accent, eyebrow raised in an expectant, almost impatient look.
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“Exactly,” Silas murmured immediately. “MY hand is around YOUR throat so I’m the one making the orders. Just two simple words, little sprout.....’I’m....sorry’. Easy peasy,” He ended the last two words by squeezing Stiles’ windpipe tighter.
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Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you”’s and small gasps
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