#siinclair

[valtcr]

Starter for @siinclair

Valtor had been hidden away deep within Atlantis ever since it sank to the bottom of the ocean, taking the remains of old magic along with it. As it had been dying over the centuries, he had also been growing weaker to the point that he could not even maintain a physical form. However, everything changed one day when all the chaos was unleashed with the fight for the crystal having begun between the natives and invaders. The demon was resting, but he could sense the emotions of a human woman nearby. Desperate and angry, fighting for survival after being thrown aside by her own comrades. Using the little strength he had left, like a whisper, he spoke softly, “I can help you. In fact, we can help each other. Agree to a contract with me and you’ll live.” His eyes glanced down at the woman as he could see her clearly as day, but knew that she would only be able to hear him. He needed her agreement to fulfil the contract. 

Once the verbal confirmation was made, a wide grin escaped his lips as he chuckled softly. After centuries of waiting, he could escape this place, the sunken city of Atlantis. He was thrilled before the ancient blood pact connected them, binding their lives and souls until the contract was completed. It was a stupid idea, as details were not discussed, so it could work in his favor, or if she was intelligent, then she could use it in her favor as well. As his physical form was taking shape, any damage inflicted on her body would also be healed. A gift of sorts for their newfound partnership in each other. No matter what they would be suck with each other now and would have to work together to get out of here. His body was hovering above her own form before he placed his hand over her eyes, speaking softly, “Sleep and rest.” The blood pact would have taken a lot of energy out of her, so he needed her to recover as soon as possible. So he used a little bit of magic to help induce sleep quicker.

[seafaring-gents]

@siinclair

🔬- Being an ambassador for both worlds was often difficult. He was practically up to his nose in paperwork and there were quite a few books open and scattered. Still he was passionate about the occupation and would do his best to maintain peace along with the others.

That was when he heard a familiar pair of heels clacking nearby. "It can't be..." He muttered to himself. "You're not going to hurt anyone this time are you?" He questioned with a concerned look.

[hyperbcle]

this trip had taken forever to plan. shiloh was busy being some businessman in chicago and lil was all the way in spain with spencer doing her grad school program. she’d missed her best friend, obviously. shiloh was already scarce to get into contact with in the first place and not being able to go to his dorm room and force her way inside was a pain in the neck. but he was stuck with her the same way she was stuck with him - after all, traveling to a whole other country was pretty extreme. she was basically forcing him to take a vacation to come see her, but she was pretty sure he’d rather get frequent flyer miles and go somewhere new rather than lil take her ass home so they could do literally the same thing they always did the same place they always did it. they could take a train to france or italy or portugal if they wanted. they could pretty much go anywhere. so yeah, lil had convinced shiloh to come to spain. 

she’d come to pick him up from the airport, clicking her phone on and off as if she could possibly miss him when she was waiting for him right next to his baggage claim. she was just antsy. they went from seeing each other multiple times a week, to once, to every few weeks, and then graduation hit them like a truck and she never got to see him at all. excuse her for missing him or whatever, even if he might get prickly if she told him that. she was waiting like a hawk, patient for the moment to strike. and then she saw him - he was tall and looked grumpy (to be fair that plane ride was brutal and she knew it) and he was the best thing she’d seen within the last 24 hours, but she realized she wasn’t patient at all. she ran towards him, throwing her arms around him in a hug that she was pretty sure he was going to hate. but lil was hosting him so he’d better be nice (as if). “sinclair.” she allowed herself a moment to squeeze him tighter before pulling away, maybe feeling a little choked up. he’d definitely draw the line at crying so she was going to hold it in. “bienvenido a españa!” she greeted happily, bouncing on her toes. 

@siinclairs​

[purplequvr]

“Make Me Feel” @siinclaire​ your muse confesses their love for my muse

i love you. 

well that certainly got his attention. cerulean hues blink up at the blond as he clears his throat in an awkward manner,   “   i’m sorry ... you probably shouldn’t.   ”   this was just supposed to be some fun that they were having. at least that’s what he was telling himself. certainly didn’t want to acknowledge the way his heart sped up in his chest. wasn’t exactly the response he should have given a woman that trusted and relied on him. but he could see it in her ways. the way she believed her words. she hardly knew him, which was how he liked it. his shady past couldn’t touch her, the dangers of his current life work wouldn’t spread to her.   “   don’t complicate this, detective. it’s a good thing going. those three words will do nothing but make things difficult. i don’t exactly have a great track record with them.   ”

[littlcstwing]

eric supposed that he had always taken a backseat approach when it came to his kids’ dating lives, even when they were younger. he had sat through the dinners, can of white claw chilling his fingers the entire time, and nodded during the appropriate pauses. it was always the same thing after they left, “don’t get me wrong, adam’s a great guy and all, but it’s not like we’re going to be friends,” and then alex would get this despondent look that made the honey in her eyes burn bitter, and he’d quickly add, “it’s true. he comes by with you, but when you aren’t around he’s not calling me up or dropping by to pal around. do you think if you two broke up he’d call me from time to time?” he’d put his pinky to his mouth and my hi in my ear in the universal mime-phone gesture, “hi, it’s me, i used to date your daughter. i remember you. do you remember me? the guy with the softest, breathiest voice in chicago? like something outta a fuckin’ perfume commercial? yeah? cool. well, nice chatting with you. bye!”

as close as he was with his daughter now, as much as they’d been through together, and as much as he knew alex was finally happy, there was this constant feeling of guilt and shame that still haunted him him. the guilt comes from so many different places. guilty that he had her so young and didn’t know what the hell he was doing. guilty that he wasn’t around until she was in college because it was just...easier to be alone in his monochromatic office. guilty that she’d been hanging out with the kid around the block for most of her life, and he didn’t know anything about him. he certainly didn’t know why the kid (( and it was always the kid, never his name, he could pretend that she wasn’t getting serious with him if he was still just a kid )) decided to stop by the apartment when he hadn’t seen him in...god, almost a year? maybe a little more. the only thing he could assume was that he wanted a loan...maybe to borrow the boat––certainly not for his daughter’s hand. 

“you want a drink, kid?” he finally said as opposed to holding out his hand and greeting him. pausing, he glanced at his clean-shaven baby face, “you are old enough to drink, aren’t you?”

@siinclairs

[hcadhunter-blog]

                                                   @siinclairisms​ dropped a heart.

                 Perhaps sneaking out in this cold weather hadn’t been the best idea. Everyone was bustling, doing their best to find some source of heat, be it a tavern or their own homes. Everyone was pushing and nudging their way through and he was just trying to GET AWAY from home. Between the crowds pacing through for the holidays, he was a victim of being shoved around. 

                 It was everything in his power to keep from snapping, the last thing he needed was to be noticed out in public. Stumbling, he felt his shoulder collide into something. “ ABYSS --- ” His head snapped to the side and he looked down at the blonde woman, taupe brows furrowed. “ ARE YOU ALL right? I hadn’t meant to run into you so roughly. ”

[brysmaleidols]

Harrison Osterfield by Joseph Siinclair

[headkiss]

Hi!! I love your writing! I was just wondering if you knew what happened to @siinclairs? Did they change their name? I went to look for their page but it's gone. Thanks so much!

hi thank you! i don’t know unfortunately :( maybe someone else will!!!

[littlcstwing]

siinclairs​: 

“ it’s only going to be a year. ” ( he wasn’t sure if it was only going to be a year. ) “ okay ? if i decide to actually go through with this, to sign a contract, it’ll only be for a year. i’ll only do it for a year, and then i’ll leave the team and get a normal job somewhere. wherever you want. ” alex could choose to do medical school in timbuktu and shiloh was still sure he’d be able to get an engineering gig there. and like, he was fine with that, obviously; he didn’t choose engineering for shits and giggles, he chose it because he was good at the hard shit and it gave his hands something to do when there wasn’t a stick gripped in them. he liked it, was really digging his civil engineering classes and wanted to fuck around and build an airport one day, but. the metal might seem awfully dull after holding a stanley cup, was all. but he’d be fine – he’d live out his hockey dreams and then trade the chest protector for a button-down. it’d be totally fine, for sure. he was convinced. “ i know, ” shiloh nodded solemnly, biting at the inside of his cheek. his thumb smoothed over her cheekbone, tips of his fingertips making careful contact with strands of her hair. he could do it right now, probably. shiloh could excuse himself from alex’s touch and head to his car, reach under the mountains of hockey shit in his trunk to the carefully tucked ring box placed specifically behind a backup jersey, and propose to alex right here and there, in their kitchen. she’d say yes, right ? she did just say she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and what better way to ensure that they’d push through a potential seven months apart than with an engagement ring ? but… nah, this wasn’t it. this wasn’t the right time for that – he didn’t want to ask for forever when things were as uncertain as they could be; he didn’t want a diamond to turn into a string. “ yeah, ‘m okay with that, ” he said instead, wrapping his arms around her as she pressed closer to him. he tried joking into her hair, “ shocked that the world doesn’t revolve around me, but. i’m okay, seriously. i want that for you, too. i want you to have other things besides me, to have all your dreams come true, too. ” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, certain of his words. the idea of possibly spending seven months apart from alex didn’t fill him with anything good, but. if seven months was the bridge to forever, then he supposed he could make do with facetime calls at night and laughing about how shitty the hotel wi-fi is. he was shiloh fucking sinclair, for crying out loud, of course he could do seven months – he’s got semesters upon semesters worth of being fine and alone and only briefly interrupted by meaningless orgasms from girls he didn’t care about on his resume. he liked being alone usually – he could do this, and he’d have a fat wad of nhl cash to help, too. “ just for you, huh ? ” he snorted, looking at alex fondly, “ but i’d hate to interrupt you and your date with the bull shark. ”

“anywhere i want, huh?” alex hummed against the cotton of his hoodie, breathing in the honeysuckle scent of the fabric softener she used when she it was her turn to the laundry. it seemed far more intimate than a ring, like buying a mattress together for their new apartment because her bed had become their bed. she didn’t enjoy the thought of going back to a twin in a tiny dorm room, but the idea of their apartment being solely in shiloh’s name because she didn’t have a job to pay rent was just as painful. “you’re still the biggest part of my world,” alex whispered because the warm lighting of their kitchen seemed to soft for anything louder. “you’re the sky,” she hummed with an open-mouthed kiss to the juncture of his neck and collarbone, “and the mountains,” another kiss, this time just over his pulse, “and with abs like yours,” she grinned at him from under her butterfly wing lashes and pressed her palms against his chest with her fingers spread and another kiss to his bottom lip, “all the bodies of water.” sighing, she fell back onto the heels of her feet and rested her temple against his shoulder blade. “this is just something i have to do.” funnily enough, if alex could’ve given any advice to any of shiloh’s past girlfriends (( if you could even call them that )), it would’ve been to never leave shiloh alone for longer than it would take for him to pull his joggers down to his knees––and here she was practically insisting that they spend seven months on opposite sides of the country...and she wasn’t scared, not even a little. maybe her therapist was worth the thousands of dollars her dad was depositing into his armani pockets. “yup,” alex hummed, popping the ‘p’ and grinning smugly at him, “the entire corporation was founded just to fulfill my selachimorpha needs.” it didn’t take long for her to crawl into shiloh’s lap with the roku remote in hand. “caribbean reef shark,” she corrected as she settled back against his chest, “bull sharks aren’t as cute, and they’re responsible for the most human attacks.”

[carmelcs-blog]

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NAME: collect ur mans

☆*ﾟ—「 TEXT → COLLECT UR MANS: wake up!!!!! i’m outside!!!! let me in!!!!

[kcrmina-blog]

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NAME: asshole  

( ✖ ┋❛ &. TEXT → ASSHOLE: i know you’re a lot of things, theo, but a stalker? god how cliché can you get ( ✖ ┋❛ &. TEXT → ASSHOLE: i hope beach barbie number five gives you chlamydia you insufferable dick    

[hyperbcle]

the good thing about getting along with a bunch of frat boys was that they were all cool to be plugs for liquor. because even though lil had made the party byob sometimes people just really skimped out, but she knew the friends she had that were part of greek life weren’t the type to show up empty handed. having a couple kegs was probably worth it, and lil was buzzing from the kegstand they’d forced her into upon their early arrival to keep watch of the door. the trickle in was slow, but once it hit 11:30 it was like people were constantly walking through the door, and lil was trying to have fun. operative word: trying. her boyfriend was in spain without her since she wasn’t finished with school yet, and she wasn’t even entirely sure if her best friend was coming. if there was a party he was likely to show up, but it’d been more and more rare now that he had scouts looking out for him and he was living with his girlfriend. so she wasn’t upset about it per se, but she was feeling lonely in a party that was being thrown for her, even if people were needling her into shots every time they joined her in the kitchen and handing her way too much weed as a gift. she guessed that was her equivalent of candy, even though there was a shit ton of that too all over the house and it was slowly being mowed through. it was a halloween party, after all.

she was on her third game of rage cage on a losing streak, when finally - finally - she caught sight of shiloh wandering the party. her face lit up and she abandoned the game, listening to people begin to yell for the next person to take her cup over the music as she departed. she rushed off to squeeze between the scantily clad girls and laughably dressed boys to get to the grumpy hockey player that was stuck in the hubbub. deciding to be annoying because a) she was already piss drunk and b) it was her birthday, she came up behind him to interrupt his conversation, throwing his hood over his head and tugging the drawstrings so it would close around his face. she used the leverage to climb on him piggy-back style, trying to sound as annoyed as she was probably making him even though she was just happy that he’d made it. “excuse me sir, this is a costume party. what the fuck is this?” it didn’t really work, and she was too drunk to cling on for very long too because she was sliding off of him within seconds, attention only wandering away when someone came up to wish her a happy birthday as they entered the party, being nice but hasty in her dismissal. “come on, you need a drink!” drunk lil and sober shiloh sounded like a recipe for blackmail material so she needed to remedy it quickly, not even sorry as she dragged him from his conversation. @siinclairs​

[littlcstwing]

over the last couple weeks, alex realized that they did not exaggerate the difficulty of recovery in the movies. the first days weren’t so bad; she slept through the entire first weekend of winter break after her hospital detox...and then she woke up, and she wanted a pill––a handful of pills to be precise. there were a hundred reasons why a person may want medication, but she wanted one now for the most elementary reason of all: she didn't want to feel what she was feeling, and that ever-persistent voice inside her mind was telling her that she needed adderall, that she couldn't bear it without it. and god did she feel stupid with the constant buzzing in her temples gone. how slow it felt, just to have one idea come to you at a time instead of a rapid fire of thoughts she could barely contain. she felt dull, and stupid, and irritable. 

there was only one piece of advice that really resonated with her during her therapy sessions: it is not always going to feel the way it feels today––it certainly helped during pt the summer she tore her meniscus and dislocated her knee––so she saved the moments her head broke above the water of withdrawal and kept them in her back pocket. they had grown like flowers, bright thoughts along the psycho path of recovery, that she could pick and gather when the forest felt too dark. it wasn’t always going to feel like it did today.

but, she wouldn’t actually mind always feeling like how she felt today because today was a good day. she didn’t feel snappy or wound up like a viper ready to sink her fangs into whomever dared to cross her path. today was a good day, and it was the third good day she’d had this week––and that felt a lot like progress. “i’ve been practicing, y’know,” alex hummed as she clumsily tied her ice skates laces around her ankles. she paused to grin up at shiloh and brush her hair behind her ear, “i think i’m ready to join the team. you got any slots open, cap?”

[finitusvita-blog]

stars.really not feelin’ good tonight. but imma try to be active and do replies. find me here, or on @siinclairisms, @rcdribbcn, or @royalbrcd

[purplequvr]

“  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” @siinclaire

               he knew what she wanted him to say. to wear his heart on his sleeve and let down the walls that he kept carefully held in place, but he found that he ... just couldn’t. it wasn’t anything to do with her. as much as he wanted to let them down they were up for a reason. not just to protect himself, but to protect those around him. especially the ones who had no idea the true dangers that he dealt with and was assigned to on a regular basis. why would he want to expose her to those dangers when she already constantly had her plate full? the secrets he kept were held onto tightly for a reason above all things and her safety? that was much too high on his priority list to bend for. 

              “   it doesn’t matter what i want, sin. the fact of the matter is that sometimes there are things in this life that you can want and yet having them is a different matter entirely. this world is a shit show and i am not going to add on to what you already deal with.   ”   he knew that she hated the secrets. as someone with such an inquisitive nature, he knew it was frustrating that he never provided answers to the more deeper questions that she had for him. unfortunately that wasn’t going to be changing any time soon.   “   if you can’t accept that then... i’m gonna have to pull out of this little agreement we have.   ”

[littlcstwing]

siinclairs‌:  

“ fine, ” he sighed, like this was the most inconveniencing thing she could’ve said to him since no, you can’t put hockey posters around the apartment, “ i won’t call it mounting. ” even though that’s basically what it was, but it’s also not like shiloh was even thinking about semantics or synonyms when his fingers were on her skin, so. one time, not that long ago, he almost forgot he had practice and had to rush into his gear and out the door because alex was kissing his neck – and shiloh was the same kid who prioritized hockey so much that he missed an entire month of high school because he went to switzerland to play in the world juniors. “ …bump it up to four and i’ll ghost kirby, ” he negotiated, not letting the lashes framing her eyes and how pink her lips were trip him up again. she only got to see him turn red once a week, after all. shiloh shoved his feet into his pair of black yeezy’s by the door, making sure alex had everything before shutting their front door and locking it. maybe one day he’d take somewhat momentous occasions seriously – wasn’t it a thing that getting a dog with your partner was like, a huge deal ? something about responsibility and co-parenting and shit ? and there he was, getting his girlfriend a dog after he’d only been home for maybe twenty minutes like it was nothing bigger than picking up a package. “ absolutely the fuck not, you are not naming him princess, ” he immediately vetoed with a frown, turning the knob once to make sure it was secure before beginning the walk down their hall to the elevator. “ this dog is meant to be a protector, so we’re naming it after something that can kill you, like, i don’t fucking know… blade or… flame, or… fork, or whatever. we’re not naming it fucking princess. ”

she would have to hold onto this small victory in order to put up with the many battles she let go of for the sake of keeping her 6′1″, 21-year-old boyfriend’s tantrums at bay. “you can call it making love if you want to,” she hummed, batting her lashes at him like hummingbird wings and fighting a grin as she tried to imagine shiloh sinclair saying the phrase ‘making love’ with a british accent in a shakespearean blouse. god. maybe she’d been reading too many period pieces lately, but that was actually kind of doing something for her. of course, it was statistically probable that anything involving shiloh sinclair would make her feel some type of way considering that her type was shiloh sinclair. he was all-encompassing, and she wanted to drown in him––even if he was also incredibly obnoxious, and irritating, and far too cute for his own good. “mm,” she hummed and twirled her fingers in his hair, taking a long moment to consider his offer with the careful scrutiny it clearly deserved, before her face broke out into a bright grin, “i think i can manage that.” sighing solemnly, she shook her head slightly and squished his cheeks together, “god, you’re lucky you’re so cute. this is darwinism at its finest.” she sighed again when he got up from under her and resisted the urge to collapse back onto the couch for a well-deserved nap. shiloh very rarely asked her to do anything, and it was even rarer that he did it so seriously. he could joke, and tease, and smirk at her all he wanted––but he was...concerned (( because shiloh sinclair was never scared, right ?? )). so, she got up from the couch and put on her adidas that were carefully lined up on the shoe rack next to the door (( and not strewn about the apartment like banana peels in an ape exhibit, thank you very much )). “you want a guard dog,” she hummed, bumping his side with her shoulder. “i want something cute.”