#trin answers

[adrift-in-thyme]

Can I hear your thoughts on this panel?

I feel that Hyrule looking at Legend as Four says that is important somehow... What do you think?

Hmmm

Well one thing I’ve noticed in the last couple of updates is Hyrule and Legend have been around each other A LOT

Practically ever since Hyrule finished healing Twilight and helping Four they’ve been hanging around each other. In close proximity too. Which, given that Legend usually only stands close to the people he trusts (principally Sky) is a big deal.

If Dawn pt. 5 is any indication, it seems that Hyrule is mostly initiating this lol

But Legend is letting him

Excuse me while I fangirl over the downfall duo for a moment. ALDNDLSDJSLDNSL THE BROTHERS EVER

Ahem ok let’s continue

Now, I’m overdue for a LU reread so correct me if I’m wrong BUT I seem to recall that they’ve never stayed this close to each other before. Could just be that they take comfort in one another’s presence. Seeing the panel you shared, though, I’m gonna say it’s more than that.

Idk if they’ve figured out their place in the timeline yet (I’m assuming not due to how everyone acted in Timeline Talk pt. 1). That doesn’t mean, however, that they haven’t begun to guess. Jojo has hinted at many interactions that the Links have had offscreen. Plus, Legend and Hyrule met up before they ran into the others. They’ve had time to get to know each other. I guarantee they’ve got suspicions about their places in time.

Which leads me to believe Hyrule is afraid of losing Legend. He must have figured out that Legend was a hero sometime before his journey began. Meaning, somewhere along the way he perished and the darkness he struggled so hard against spread over Hyrule anew. With Twilight just having escaped death (plus the cryptic comments he continues to make regarding Time’s fate), I’m sure untimely demises are on Hyrule’s mind.

I don’t think he knows Legend’s fate (unless there’s something in his games that hints toward the previous hero’s fate). But I believe he wants to. I can’t be the only one who sees the striking similarities between Legend and Time. He likely came to the realization that a guy like Legend will most likely die a wanderer or a warrior (doesn’t mean he did. I don’t like to think he did. One blorbo with a tragic end is enough XD But still). And being a hero and Legend’s friend he’s wondering if maybe, just maybe he can change that.

If it’s possible to know a future occurrence, it could be possible to transform it, right?

All image credits to @linkeduniverse

[skyward-floored]

Your word for a three sentence thing is 'Fairy'. Happy writing!

“Okay okay, wait, lemme get this straight,” Legend said, standing up and pointing at Hyrule, “you’re part fairy... Time is part fairy... Warriors is part fairy... does anyone else want to fess up to being part fairy?!”

Twilight glanced at Time, then slowly raised his hand with a sheepish expression.

Wild looked between them both, then shrugged and half-raised his hand as well, and Legend groaned, putting his head in his hands.

[telemna-hyelle]

TELLIE I’M FINALLY WATCHING FRUITS BASKET

It popped on on my recommended shows and I was like hey why not? It’s so good so far!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[ladye-zelda]

HIIII LADYE

How are you doing?

HI TRIN!!!!!

I'm doing okay. I still feel a little sick (apparently I had the flu pretty badly) but I think this time it's just allergies 😅

How are you doing???

[same-name-supremacy]

just popping in to say HOLY SHIT justine trin and harriet are SERIOUSLY such gender envy. holy shit. transition goals to the MAX

OH NICE! Gender envy.. I do kinda wanna look like Trin too! Anyway good luck on your transition

[thewholecrew]

@deathvisited said: [ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately. / seb & trin

it was crazy for trinity to think about her life before sebastian had become her bodyguard. to think of the people she surrounded herself with -- mean girls she just thought she had to pretend to be friends with in order to have a life in the high society she was forced to live in. see that was the problem, she thought she had to live this way, to keep herself and her hobbies hidden because those around her wouldn't understand. would mock her, scoff at it and brush off her interests. why make something when you can just buy something better? they would probably ask.

she didn't have to worry about that anymore. after having sebastian by her side her life as she knew it had kind of blown up. she no longer wished to pretend to be friends with girls who didn't have her best interest at heart. mean girls. though she'd definitely been one growing up she didn't like it, had been trying to change for years. slowly she had been able to cultivate friends who shared similar interests, who were nice and fun and non-judgemental. sebastian had introduced her to some, here at the event they were at.

not only had he been protecting her, he had become a close friend (as well as fuck buddy? master?) she wasn't quite sure the right term but, he'd helped open her very small narrowminded world up to so much and she was grateful for that. the event they were at however was quite overwhelming for her. trinity wouldn't say she was a prude by any means but she had never experienced such sexual freedom and vulnerability. she, herself was dressed moderately but the men and woman around were quite a sight. she tried not to gawk as she held tightly to sebastians hand.

she was both nervous and excited, this just another check off her list, a new adventure and again, most of the people here seemed to be genuine, non-judgemental, fun and caring. a far cry from the rich snobs she had grown up with. she could never imagine anyone she knew in highschool coming to this, or even giving it a second thought. trin would have been shunned for sure. after exploring the dungeon, sebastian lead her down an empty hallway, checking in on her as he always did. it was hard for her heart not to flutter when he'd touch her cheek or tilt her chin up. offer her that beatific smile that felt like the sun beaming down on her, that had her practically blossom beneath it.

"i'm okay," she promised softly, dark doe eyes shining up at him. "just a lot to take in, but... your friends seem really nice." it was hard for her to concentrate though as his thumb brushed along her bottom lip, mouth parting as her cheeks grew rosy and her lashes fluttered. she had been tempted to close her lips around it before he drew her up as he met her in a kiss. it was always a coin toss to whether he would be soft with her or not and both were desired. his mouth started soft against hers before his hand slid from her chin to her throat as he backed her against the wall. she gave a gasp against his lips before a soft whimper escaped, her hands raising to grip tightly to his shirt.

somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they were in public and she had been beyond paranoid about it. she didn't wish for him to get fired since he was still her bodyguard but no one who knew her would know she was here with him. no one here would care. her face grew hot as his tongue slid between her lips and his hand teased her by petting along her throat. it had her dizzy as she gave herself to him with a quiet moan. she should be embarrassed, she thought, for falling apart so easily in public but of all places.. but then he pulled away to leave her in a daze, doe eyes swirling with desire as she panted softly. that devious grin he offered her had her shiver. they could leave now, she thought, she'd very much like to be alone with him to see just what wicked ideas he had in store.

[minecraftdog]

I hate the religious holidays in our country there is too many and shops are closed it's so annoying honestly

I still can't get over the fact that you can't buy normal groceries on Sundays..... cos like, okay, maybe some workers are glad they don't need to work, but maybe instead they should be paid MORE on Sundays instead of fucking making it illegal. and żabka is waay too expensive for me to just buy stuff on the regular. it's my adhd hell when I wake up on Sunday morning realising I did not in fact have anything for breakfast 😭

[somebodytoundress]

This was so good! I loved the balance of them wanting it desperately but still taking their time and savoring it. Every time Yolanda calls trinity trin an angel gets their wings. So sweet.

i think it's so cute however every single time i write it i think of my friend trinity and it's a little silly

[miange1]

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 — domestic life

tw: male reader, they have a kid(you can determine if the reader had mpreg, adopted, or is ftm), uraume is still a servant just domesticated, based off of trin's videos on tiktok, sukuna calls reader 'husband' never by his name(unless during sex then why not, sukuna is still a cursed being just humanizing himself

note: fun fact: on my first tumblr account sukuna was my first fic i ever wrote digitally

there were a lot of sounds sukuna hated. people talking, babies crying, constant nagging, complaining, people chewing far too loud. but even as much as he hated it, he heard it almost everyday.

sukuna's arms stayed wrapped around you tightly, he was a clingy sleeper whether he would admit it or not. his face tucked underneath your chin, breathing in your scent and listening to your heart beat with each calm breath you took.

then there was that blasted alarm, the loud sound of feet pitter pattering onto the hardwood floors and the door bursting open.

"dad! dad! wake up! today's my game today!" right, suko had his baseball game today. the kid was probably up all night just to do that.

"wake up, wake up!" he climbed onto the bed, his little body pushing with all its might to bounce on the two half asleep figures.

"alright, alright! enough suko, you're going to give your father more back issues." there it was, your lovely voice he just adored, especially in the mornings. he hated those other noises, but yours is what he would listen to all day even after death.

sukuna grumbled, his eyes officially opening so he could see your face. perfect. absolutely perfect. "you are far too close, move away." as perfect as he found you, he would never admit it.

you snorted, detangling yourself from his embrace. "you say that but you're the one who refuses to let me move." he shook his head, sitting up with you. "untrue."

another sound of footsteps was heard, the white haired figure of uraume coming to take suko from the bed. "i apologize for letting him loose," they spoke as if he was some wild animal, which was a valid comparison.

"i looked away for one moment while cooking breakfast and he was shooting from his seat." suko seemed to whine as he was dragged out of the room. it was like he wanted to starve the rest of the day.

it was somewhat silent, just the two of you. your body weight shifted the bed as you slid over to him, your arms wrapped along his shoulders and your lips kissing at his cheek.

"good morning," his head would lean into the small kiss, returning it to your lips. what a sweet thing. you got off the bed, putting some reasonable clothes on so you could go eat at the table.

"also, i'll need you to pick up suko's new bat from the store, and some snacks as well." his brows furrowed in annoyance, he didn't want to do that.

"husband, that's a foolish task. why must i do it?" you blinked slowly, your head snapping over to him. that told him all he needed to know.

the store was hot and humid, too many people. he just needed to get the bat, and have zero distractions– "excuse me?" he paused, hearing a woman's voice. for some reason, he already felt what was going to happen.

he looked down, eyes squinting with agitation. the woman had her phone in her hand, he could see the phone dial app open and a faint blush on her cheeks. god save him.

he didn't want to waste time and get yelled at if he was late. not only would his son be upset if he had no baseball bat and missed his game, but you absolutely would not pleasure him after this very very long day.

"i am happily married. move out of my way." it was like she didn't see the ruby ring on his finger that could be bigger than someone's eye.

he shoved past the woman, and pulled out his own phone. when you answered, he was already speaking before you could say hello. "husband, where are the bats."

you paused for a moment, then your voice came through. "sukuna, are you in the sports section?" he looked around..no. no, he wasn't. "goodbye." why would you send him off to buy things if he never even knew what section they would be in. modern stores just got on his last nerve.

on the way home, he went to a snack store and got much more snacks than you intended. but what's wrong with going a little overboard?

finally, what felt like hours he was home. the smell of it hit him first, then the warmth and the sight of you sitting on the couch with suko on your lap with a cartoon playing on the big screen sat on the large dresser.

suko's head turned to the door, and he was instantly up on his feet running to his dad(more so the bat in his hand). "welcome back sukuna," your lips touched his in a loving kiss, and you had taken the bags of snacks to go put them away.

"you got the one that i wanted!" suko exclaimed excitedly, swinging it around as if to try it out. his eyes were wide with happiness, a big smile on his face.

"do not swing it around in the house! that vase costs over five-hundred dollars, go outside." his large hand came to his son's head to lead him outdoors. "uraume, go outside and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

then, his attention was only to you. he went behind you, grabbing at your waist tightly to embrace you in what was a loving hug. at least to him. it was just a little too tight for you, but you didn't mind it.

so sure, he hated the noises, the ridiculously hyper child, the constant errands he had to run. but this is maybe, just maybe what he needed to be truly at peace.

[the-travelling-witch]

Hi Holly! How are you hun?

For the self ship game 💕 and 💔 for you and Belphie (Obey Me) and Xiao (Genshin)

i’m doing okay, trying not to get life get to me, so same old really; what about you? <3

💕: Who’s the clingier one in the relationship?

Xiao

[answered here]

Is it a surprise to anyone if I say Belphie? No, it’s not? Well there’s your answer haha. But for real, Belphie’s one hell of a clingy demon, his sin and being the youngest of his brothers enabling him; not that I mind though, I’m welcoming the physical affection with open arms literally

Most of the time, he’s asleep; I know, another shocker. Even if we start up awake, just cuddling while watching a movie or talking, it’s never too long until he drifts off. He really fights it at times, trying desperately to stay awake and not succumb to the pull of sloth but he’s fighting a losing battle. With me running my fingers through his hair, the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest and my steady heartbeat as a lullaby, Belphie is out like a light before you can say pillow. (“Do I look like a body pillow to you?” - “Mhm, the comfiest one.”). But it’s okay, he’s really cute dozing off like that and being all comfy with him usually sends me right into a much needed nap as well (Belphie, the weighted blanket demon ^^).

“You really need to sleep more. Come here and nap with me.”

“Sure sure, I’ll be right there.”

But his clinginess doesn’t just pertain to cuddling and napping. Belphie has the tendency to just lean on me (and drape his entire weight onto me) when we’re standing somewhere or sit as close to me as possible when given the chance. If we’re out and about he’s also prone to wrapping his arm around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder, hugging me from behind or holding hands.

“You’re pretty big on pda, I was really surprised. Any reason for that?”

“No reason” *glares at a demon over my shoulder*

[this is where we proceed into jealous! belphie territory]

💔: Is it hard being away from each other?

Well it’s said that absence makes the heart grow fonder but my heart is already plenty fond, so no absence please >///<

I do think it depends on the kind of absence it is; could we come see each other when we want to or are we separated not by choice? Because I think getting a bit of distance every now and then and giving each other space regularly is important; i wouldn’t want to suffocate my partner after all <3 But if it’s not up to us, it’s a different story—

Xiao is used to being alone and so am I tbh, so you might think we’d do well being apart from one another and to a certain degree we are. But now that we have had a taste of affection and all the (physical) comfort that comes from it, being denied that is like being thrown into cold water. So while we’re okay on a surface level, we still feel like something’s missing. At least, we have to know that the other is doing okay, if nothing else.

“Today I found a wild glaze lily blooming near the inn. I wish I could have shown it to you.”

“Let’s check it out once I’m back.”

Belphie… is playing the role of the youngest brother once more. If asked about it, he’s not going to reveal his full annoyance about me being back in the human realm but he’s huffing every other second and pouting basically all the time. On more than one night he’s sent me messages about how he can’t fall asleep without me and I’m always there to reply right away because I can’t either; once you get used to a deadweight lying on you, there’s no going to sleep without it. But talking on the phone helps lessen the heartache a little (I don’t want to count how often we fell asleep on call and I woke up to my phone being dead). But being a witch and all, a summoning spell solves a lot of problems.~

“Next time warn me before summoning me out of the blue.”

“You literally just whined my ear off about how you can’t sleep; we both know you’re super pleased with this situation.”

[self-ship ask game]

[adrift-in-thyme]

... Fic request for something with Blupee Wild? Congrats on the follower milestone <3

Tysm for the request @luna-loveboop <333 I hope you like what I came up with (and that you feel better really soon)

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Beneath the light of a silvery moon, Twilight looks much too pale.

He lies on his side on the bedmat, covered in a thick blanket. His eyes are closed, one arm propping up the pillow his head rests wearily upon. Every exhale is labored, every inhale dragged through fever-tight lungs.

Wild lopes towards him on tiny bunny feet. His movements are cautious and slow; his antennae twitch, curious, worried. The last thing he wants to do now is to awaken his brother. Not after all that he has endured today. And it is not as though he is in any definite danger. Time is keeping watch and his care of his ill descendant has been nothing short of attentive.

Add to that the fullness of the moon, the serenity of its all-encompassing light. It is the kind that dances with careful sorcery. The kind that peels back the humanity his body clings to, revealing the spirit within.

His blupee form is by no means a secret to everyone, and yet…he has not exactly been open about his unnatural situation either. Tonight is not a night when Wild should venture out of his little corner of darkness. Tonight is not a night when he should fall prey to worry.

But he can’t help it.

His brother is here, lying only a short distance from his own bedmat, shivering like a leaf tossed by a merciless wind. And that is something Wild cannot ignore.

So, forward he goes, past his fellow heroes, sleeping the sound slumber of worried exhaustion; past Time, shadowed form taut as a ready bowstring. Silent as the tranquil black above, ethereal coat reflecting the shuddering remnants of the dying fire, he moves toward Twilight.

Once there, he sits for a moment. With golden eyes as round and wide as an owl’s, he stares. The rancher looks even worse up close. Beads of sweat dot his furrowed brow. One hand is fisted in the blanket, knuckles still white from a death hold. The undersides of his eyes are framed in shadows that curve and carve deep along the form of his markings. There are tear tracks on his cheeks – new ones, since Time has only just wiped the old away – and their sorrowful trail gleams blue in Wild’s wake.

The rancher has only been sick for a day and Wild swears he has already become gaunt.

The broth he made for him earlier had not been a success. Neither had the bread or the potion brewed to be less bitter. At least, he had been able to keep down the herbal tea Wild had brewed. Everyone had seemed relieved when he finished the first cup and didn’t instantly turn an unhealthy shade of green. In the end, they had successfully coaxed him to drink two more cups.

Wild has done all that he can for now. He knows that deep inside. But it doesn’t feel that way.

Antennae drooping, he moves closer. Gently, he nuzzles Twilight’s cheek. His nose twitches at the familiar scent of mist-kissed forest and fresh springs, of sun-baked hay and the fur of beasts.

Twilight has always smelled like home. Felt like it too, in a way none of the other heroes do. Except…except for Time. He feels like home as well.

Wild nuzzles Twilight one more time for good measure, then, tucks himself beneath the rancher’s outstretched arm. Curling into a ball, he faces his brother, prepared for an all-night vigil. He will watch over him, comfort him, keep him safe. Even in this tiny form, these are things he can do.

Twilight shifts slightly, inhaling shakily. Eyes of gold flecked blue flutter open. A haze of feverish exhaustion hangs heavy upon them as he gazes at Wild.

“C-cub?” It is a croak, so hoarse it would be difficult to make out if not for their close proximity and Wild’s enhanced hearing.

He sets his paw on Twilight’s cheek, watches as his face splits into a tremulous grin. The rancher reaches out a trembling hand and runs his fingers through his silken fur. A sound caught somewhere between the chirp of a bird and the purr of a cat rises in Wild’s throat. An exclamation of joy at the touch.

“You're so…so small,” Twilight says in wonder.

His fingers find the spot just behind Wild’s antennae and scratch softly there, eliciting another happy purr. He chuckles.

“And so soft.”

The sheer elation in Twilight’s tired voice sends a thrill of welcome happiness through Wild’s heart. He snuggles closer.

“How…” The murmur is heavy with the return of slumber, tinged with distant curiosity. “Never seen you like this ‘fore, cub. What are y-you?”

I’m a blupee, Wild replies in the musical tones audible only to beasts. He cocks his head, thinking. It’s the creature my spirit takes the form of. It’s a long story, but it’s been happening ever since I woke up from my hundred year nap. Every time I step into the moonlight. I don’t really know why. I can do it on command too though.

“Like me,” Twilight whispers and his voice has grown oddly tight. “Did-didn’t know you were…”

Yeah. Wild blinks wide eyes, rests his head level with the rancher’s. I’m like you. Pretty cool, huh?

“Does it hurt?”

No. He heaves a small sigh. It actually feels natural. Like this is as much me as my Hylian form.

Twilight smiles then, small and trembling and dancing with emotions Wild cannot identify.

“I’m glad, cub,” he murmurs. “I’m r-really glad.”

Another series of shudders wrack his body and he winces, hissing through his teeth. In their wake he looks even more fatigued than before. His fingers still, eyelids drooping.

“S-sorry,” he breathes, “‘m not much company right now.”

Wild shifts so that he is pressed against him, hoping to provide some small warmth. At the very least, the welcome safety of companionship.

Don’t apologize. Rest. Get better. Then, we can go explore together. Like we did back in my Hyrule.

The rancher smiles again, small, wistful. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

He breathes out, a sigh that’s weariness Wild can feel in his very soul. Only a few moments later, his face goes slack once more, the lines of discomfort smoothing out. Wild lays his head upon his paws and settles in.

Until then, I’ll watch over you.

[skyward-floored]

I haven’t actually played Hyrule Warriors yet but you should know that every time I hear or read anything about it (or about Warriors for that matter) I’m like “ah yeah that’s the Link who’s a dragon! Poor little guy went through it. Pretty awesome powers though”

…and then I realize it’s not canon 😭

Well it is to me but still

I mean. Technically. There’s nothing in the game that directly opposes the possibility that Volga is Link’s dad.

Going into hdw au I knew Impa was definitely not his canon mom; she’s too young and there’s pretty much nothing to even suggest she might be, but with Volga?? I mean the first weapon you can get for Link beside his sword is a fire rod. That he’s obviously very skilled with and has a fire dragon attack. And Link and Volga often face off, and their hair color is actually pretty close, and they both have a pridefulness to them that shows itself in varying levels—

...All I’m saying is that I would totally believe it if Volga was actually in-canon Link’s dad.

[telemna-hyelle]

Hello again <3 I say…wrote you a little something to help you through today would you rather zelink of some sort or fluffy Four content? Or something else entirely! It can be whatever you’d like :)

ahhhh that would be amazing. hmmmm maybe fluffy four zelink? best of both worlds???

[boneblushed]

And, boy, you got her

synopsis Rafe’s in charge of the pledges during Rush Week. Hazing isn’t a thing. Making you feel so high school is.

wc 3.6K

a/n omgggg Euro Trip Rafe <3333 I was living on pledgetok last week and just couldn’t not write something about it

“Holy shit,” Noah mutters, surveying the crowd over his red cup, “I swear they get scrawnier every single year.”

Rafe nods gravely, taking a pull of his beer. “It’s fucking grim.”

“Like — fuck, look at those two.” Noah gestures toward the shaded veranda, a fresh coat of gloss making its balustrades shine. Huddled in one corner, attempting to take up as little space as possible, two boys donning UNC merch survey the crowd in tandem. “We weren’t that fucking scraggy as freshman, were we?”

“You two weren’t,” Kelce snorts, coming up behind them. Topper brings up his rear, mid-bite of his loaded hotdog. “Thornton definitely was though.”

“Oi!” Topper protests, his words garbled by half chewed sausage. “S’wasn’t that bad. C’mon.” He turns to Rafe then, swallowing his mouthful. “But seriously, you locked in any potentials?”

Rafe furrows his brow thoughtfully, looking back over Delta Chi’s yard. Unsurprisingly, it’s far too early to say. Though the barbecue that they’re hosting is a good way for pledges to mingle, it isn’t exactly hazing material; they’re going to have to get creative.

“Maybe,” he replies finally, shrugging. “We’ll just have to see I guess.”

He tips back his red cup again, swallowing the last dregs of beer before acquiescing. As he’s about to announce his need for a refill, a few pledges sidle up to their group, looking hopeful.

Not overtly, of course. Painstakingly hiding their eagerness behind an armour of insouciance.

“Rafe,” the tallest of the three greets, handing him another red cup. The golden liquid inside it brims to the surface, its white foam dissolving in mocking. “Hey, bro. You need another?”

Rafe raises his eyebrows, hiding a grin. “Shit. Table service already?”

The boy grins in tandem, looking a little sheepish. “Big fan, man. I’m Dylan.” He motions at the two guys on either side of him, wearing matching squints and backwards caps. “This is Rahul and Xav, we’re all here from Trinity.”

“Durham and Chapel Hill?” Noah enquires, whistling approvingly when they nod. “Fuck, we used to love having away games there. Those Trin cheerleaders…”

“Haha, shit, what was that chic’s name again?” Rafe asks then, a pull of mirth as he turns to Noah. “The one you messed around with in junior year?”

“Blake,” Noah answers, groaning in a mock-wistful sort of way. “They didn’t make ‘em like her at the Academy.”

Rafe snorts, sending the pledges a sage glance. “Nah. They made ‘em better.”

Noah raises his eyebrows, his brown eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, so we are allowed to objectify your girl then, Cameron?”

“Damn, so you’re tied down?” Xavier pipes up, his voice gravelly and low on purpose. Overtly masculine, like he’s trying hard to be red-blooded. “Your girl doesn’t mind you partying?”

Rafe frowns. “Why would she mind?”

“Uh,” Xavier balks, pulling at the bill of his backwards cap, “shit. I don’t know… like, doesn’t she get pissed that you’re constantly around sorority girls?”

“HA —” Topper laughs, and then he falters, thwarted by Rafe’s warning glower. “Uh.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Let’s just say Cameron doesn’t give her any reasons to be suspicious.”

“Because he’s obsessed with her,” Noah adds, unperturbed by Rafe’s expression. He pauses then, an amusing idea popping into his head. “Which means…” he continues, returning Rafe’s glare with a trust me one of his own, “you guys should be too.”

Rafe doesn’t trust him. Like, at all. He sends him a bewildered look, unsure where he’s going with this. “White — what?”

Noah ignores him. He downs his beer and crushes the red cup in his hand, deftly aiming it at the nearest bag of trash. “So,” he says, eyeing the three pledges with interest. “How serious are you guys about rushing Delt?”

“Pretty serious, bro,” Rahul answers, looking to his friends for support. “Think we got a shot?”

Noah throws his arm around Rafe’s neck, his strong bicep taut as he shoots them a grin. “Depends, man, I might know how we could figure that out though.” He begins to steer Rafe away from them, sending one last, faux-somber look over his shoulder. “Be right back, yeah?”

Rafe, whose bewilderment is quickly giving way curiosity, allows himself to be marshalled out of earshot without complaints.

He shrugs Noah off of him once they’re on the verandah, his features ever-bemused as he turns toward him. “The fuck was that about?”

“Bro, I know exactly how we’re going to haze these motherfuckers,” Noah replies, his voice lilted with mirth. “You know… without breaking any rules.”

The bewildered expression on Rafe’s face doesn’t acquiesce. “Okay… how?”

“Instead of getting them to be our bitches,” he answers, a mischievous grin making home on his features. “We’re going to get them to be our girlfriends’ bitches.”

Rafe frowns. “Bro. What?”

“Cameron, it’s perfect.” He swipes Rafe’s beer from his hand and takes a generous pull. “What do frat guys hate more than being called scrawny as fuck?”

“Uh. Doing assignments?” Rafe answers blankly, still frowning. He doesn’t have it in him to think too hard about Noah’s profferance. He’s on hour two of manning this boring event, hour four since he bid you farewell, and all Rafe can bear to think about right now is the imminent taste of your peach-scented lips.

Noah shakes his head. “No, dumbass. Being called a simp.”

“Wrong,” Rafe answers, “I don’t mind that shit at all.”

“You’re the exception,” Noah replies matter-of-factly. “You and Y/N have always been the exception. C’mon, I’m talking about us,” he places his palm over his breastbone solemnly, “mere mortals.”

Rafe narrows his eyes. “Fuck off. How would that even work?”

“We…” Noah pauses to think, a slightly furrow to his brow, “alright, I got it. We assign the pledges to our girlfriends, one by one. Give them a week to make a good impression — you know, carry their bags, buy them flowers, all that sentimental crap you love.”

“You really think the guys’ll agree to this?” Rafe asks, sounding reluctant. “I mean… I don’t know if I’m alright with a bunch of idiots holding doors for my girl.”

“But you’re an idiot that holds a door for your girl,” Noah answers, not missing a beat.

“Fuck off, White.”

“I’m serious. It’ll be funny. And look… if you’re worried about Y/N, I know she’ll find it adorable as fuck.”

Rafe shakes his head. “No way. She didn’t find high-school me adorable.”

Noah raises his eyebrows skeptically. “You’d be surprised, man. Besides, these guys aren’t going to be like high-school you. High-school you was a douchebag.”

“A douchebag who got the girl.”

“A douchebag who got the girl after he stopped acting like a douchebag.” Noah smirks then. “A douchebag who’d give all these fuckers a run for their money if he was pledging Delt this year.”

Rafe grins in tandem, stealing his beer back to take a big swig. “Alright, shit, alright. Harmless shit though, right? Chivalry and all that?”

“Harmless as hell,” Noah agrees. “C’mon. You really think any of these guys has the balls to make a pass at one of our girls?”

“Easy for you to say, White. You don’t fucking have a girl.”

Noah frowns. “What d’you mean? Aren’t we going halves on Y/N?”

“Holy fuck, Noah,” Rafe groans, almost spitting out his mouthful of beer. “If Y/N heard the shit you said when she wasn’t around, she’d probably kill you.”

“Nah,” Noah replies, seemingly unperturbed. “She loves me.”

“Well,” Rafe says grimly, crushing his own empty cup in his head. “She might do now, but she sure as hell won’t by the end of this week.”

—

The first time it happens, you’re understandably perplexed.

You’re en-route to your 9AM, bag strap denting your left shoulder, when a stranger falls into your step and swipes it from your figure. It’s a motion so quick and deft you initially think you’re getting mugged.

As you double back in bewilderment, he proffers, “you alright with this?”

“Uh.” You balk. “What?”

“Your bag,” he answers, readjusting it on his own shoulder. He seems earnest. Nervous, even. “It looked heavy. I can carry it to class for you, if you want?”

You allow a pause to take him in.

“No, I’m…” another pause, more of his demeanour on display. Backwards cap, crisp white polo shirt, smile lines exposing the ghost of a grin on his face. A familiar grin, the kind that pulls a soft, maudlin feeling from your ribcage. “Look, if you’re trying to hit on me —”

“No, no,” he interrupts quickly, his eyes widening in a panic. “Shit — no, don’t tell Cameron I’m hitting on you. I’m just…”

“Wait a minute,” your eyes narrow accusatorially, because of course he’s behind this chivalrous display, “you know my boyfriend?”

The stranger grimaces sheepishly. “Uh. Yeah.”

“Explain.”

“It’s… uh… well — basically, I’m pledging Delt,” he answers haltingly, self effacement juxtaposing his frat boy exterior. “Rafe’s asked us to be all gentlemanly and shit for pledge week, I don’t know. To you guys, I mean. Like… the current frat member’s girls?”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “No he hasn’t.”

“Shit.” He looks far more nervous now that he did five minutes ago. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” you grumble, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “No he did not.”

Rafe’s on speed dial. He picks up on the first ring, the way he always does for you.

“Hey baby,” his gravelly timbre crackles through the phone, the low hum of frat house chatter audible in the background. “What’s up?”

“Don’t even. You know what’s up Rafael.”

A pause. When Rafe speaks again, his voice is quick and placating. “It was Noah’s idea.”

“Of course it was.”

“Dylan’s not playing up, is he?”

You raise your eyebrows at the stranger then, assessing him faux-suspiciously. “No way. He’s doing a better job than you ever did in high school.”

“Woah woah woah,” Rafe replies, a playful lilt to his tone. “That fucker’s not calling you dream girl or something, is he?”

“Worse. He’s being respectful of my boundaries.”

“Oh shit. I fucking knew this was a bad idea.”

You shake your head in exasperation, trying not to laugh. The poor stranger’s still standing there at attention, your leather bag looking ridiculous on his arm. “Rafe. Tell me he’s the only one.”

“He’s one…” Rafe starts slowly, sounding sheepish, “of three. Four, counting me.” In the background, you hear Noah pipe up and add, “five, Cameron. How could you forget me?”

“You’re un-fucking-believable, Noah White,” you shout through the phone.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Noah sings, and then he groans, no doubt shoved to the side by his indignant best friend. It’s Rafe on the phone again, voice sweet and thick as molasses as he says, “they’ll behave, baby, and make your life easier in the process. I promise.”

“What?” You accuse, fighting back a smile. “Like you did in high school?”

“Fuck no,” he replies, the grin on his face audible. “They’ll be nothing like I was, sweetheart.”

“What?” You tease. “Absolutely insufferable?”

“And absolutely in love with you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “How can you be so sure?”

“They’re under strict instruction. Have a shiner waiting for them if they pull something funny.”

Another exasperated laugh bubbles out of you, and you begin walking forward again, motioning at the boy named Dylan to follow in your step. “Right. So the boundaries are on purpose, are they?”

“The respect, too. No being inappropriate and charming at the same time.”

“And why not?” You ask faux-indignantly. “What if I like being objectified?”

“Can’t have you falling in love with them, can I?”

“Hey,” you argue, frowning stubbornly. “That is not what made me fall in love with you.”

“It isn’t?”

“Well,” you balk, “not solely that.”

“You’re fucking sexy,” he recites devotedly, almost yells, and you can hear the collective groan of his frat brothers in the background. “Are you wearing those Lululemon pants right now? Point is, I’m thinking about your ass in those Lululemon pants right now.”

“Rafe, I was fucking kidding. Stop.”

“No you weren’t.” You know he’s right; you can picture that stupid smirk on his face. It makes your cheeks warm. Asshole. “You’re blushing now, aren’t you?”

“Anyway.”

“Anyway,” Rafe agrees. “No funny business, alright? Just lots of good deeds.”

Good deeds. You suppose you could get used to good deeds, the embarrassment of attention notwithstanding.

You let out a defeated sigh, halting in front of your 9AM class. “You so, so owe me.”

“I so, so love you,” Rafe replies, and it makes your pulse leap; you’ll never get used to this feeling. “See you later, yeah?”

“Uh huh. Love you.”

Dylan waits until you’ve ended the call before saying farewell, dutifully handing your leather bag back to you and giving you a mock salute. The way he does it, all sheepish and genuine with a charming smile on his face, makes your heart twinge in a junior year of high-school sort of way. You’re feeling sentimental. It’s sweet.

You’re reminded of Rafe before he was yours, stumbling over himself to win your favour. Confusing chivalry with courting, objectifying you in the name of flirting.

Insufferable, but sweet nonetheless. You digress.

—

The next time it happens, you’re ambushed at your favourite cafe.

A dutiful Delta Phi pledge has already queued up and purchased you coffee, handing it over to you with a blushing bouquet of tulips.

You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly. “Is that…?”

“Uh, an oat iced coffee with vanilla?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I asked Cameron for your order.”

“Didn’t ask me about pastries, though,” a voice behind you adds, rough and familiar with a sweetness around the edges. Rafe circles your waist with ease and pulls you into his chest, sponging a soft kiss to your temple before handing you a brown bag.

A glossy, Daily Bread sticker shines on its exterior proudly.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you look up at him expectantly. “Tell me you didn’t drive back home for a single croissant.”

“I didn’t drive back home for a single croissant,” Rafe replies. He grins then, looking that same, sheepish genuine that pulls a maudlin feeling. “I drove back home for twenty.”

“Rafe. Why?”

“Because you like Daily Bread,” he replies matter-of-factly, like it’s obvious.

You shake your head in exasperation, tip-toeing up to press a quick kiss to his lips. It becomes less quick against better judgement. He tastes like spearmint gum and cold brew, the hand he has held to your waist tightening ever so slightly. Slipping under your shirt, massaging the soft skin he finds there expertly, discreetly. Too much for 8am on a Wednesday morning, sans coffee. Your face feels on fire. You pull away in a hurry.

Meanwhile, the freshman pledge balks at the exchange, looking out of place.

Rafe frowns bemusedly at your diffidence, only clocking the reason when you nod over at him.

“I’ll walk her over Ben,” he says, dismissing him. “You’re off the hook, bro.”

“Shit.” The boy named Ben grimaces; he needs to get his hours in, and doesn’t deem this a fair ambush. He scrambles for an excuse. “Right. Can I still give her the flowers?”

“Of course you can,” you beam, accepting them gratefully. You look up at Rafe then, asking, “And if I want to walk with Benjamin?”

Rafe grins down at you, disbelieving. “Do you, baby?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” you say, wriggling out of his grasp. “He got me flowers.”

Rafe falters, his eyes widening in surprise. “Sweetheart, I got you a croissant.”

“Ben got me a coffee,” you hedge. “And flowers.”

“Y/N,” he placates.

“Rafael,” you echo, unperturbed by his exasperation. You take a sip your coffee. “I’ll see you later, okay? Ben’s ticking off a good deed this morning.”

Poor Ben looks helpless, taking the brunt of Rafe’s glare as you motion for him to hold the door for you.

“C’mon Ben, we’re going to be late.”

“But…” Ben pauses, his eyes flitting to Rafe nervously. “This is fine, right?”

Rafe sighs, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth in defeat. “Yeah, bro. You’re good.” He looks to you, then. “You’re unbelievable.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m wearing the Lulu leggings.”

“Oh I noticed,” Rafe replies, his blue eyes falling down your figure in slow, reverent paces. “It’s why I want to be the one holding the door for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Men only want one thing.”

Rafe grins. “Yeah. You.”

—

By the end of the week, you’re more used to the chivalry than you’re willing to admit.

You’ve enjoyed free iced lattes and filled your dorm with gorgeous bouquets, no door left unopened and no walk to class left unescorted. And really, every pledge you’ve come across has been pleasant and unassuming, albeit absolutely terrified of Rafe and therefore extra obliging on instinct.

They’ve even offered to do favours for you, got you into sought after Pilates classes and done last minute grocery runs on your behalf. It’s put you in this constant state of mild exasperation, like you can’t believe you’re worthy of this much love and chivalry.

It’s exactly the way you felt back in high-school with Rafe, and this revelation pulls lots of funny feelings from your stomach, from your chest. Feelings you’ve forgotten that are all yours and all his. Because it’s strange, having someone other than Rafe taking care of you. (Or Noah.) It’s strange because it makes you realise just how much he adored you back in the day.

These emotions come to a head at the pledge week closing bash, Delta Phi lit up with fluorescent lights in technicolour. Inebriation ensues, beer pong follows, and an impromptu DJ deck plays endless songs with heavy bass.

Rafe Cameron has you pulled close, as always, the taut muscle of his forearm pressing heat to your exposed waist. You’re a few drinks down and hyperaware of his proximity, ankles touching, thighs too, torsos close with your head resting on his shoulder.

“I think I like Dylan the best,” you announce suddenly.

“Yeah?” Rafe asks, kneading your skin absentmindedly.

You nod. “He’s sweet. Told me all about his girl back home.”

Rafe grins then, shaking his head bemusedly. “You’re such a sucker for love, sweetheart.”

“Hey!” You glare up at him faux-incensed, looking accusatory. “So are you!”

“Shhhh,” Rafe murmurs playfully. “Not so loud, you’ll fuck up my street cred.”

You scoff. “Since when do you care about street cred?”

“Shit, you’re right,” Rafe agrees easily, leaning down to draw your lips in for a kiss. He’s all patchouli and musk, beer on his tongue and unchaste intentions in his touch. When he pulls away, his lips are still an inch from yours, his voice rougher than it was a second ago, “I don’t care. Like, at fucking all.”

“Good,” Noah snorts from behind him. “‘Cause you never had any to begin with, bro.”

“There you are,” you say then, eyeing Noah over Rafe’s shoulder. There’s a mock accusatory expression on your face, softened by mirth and the alcohol on your lips. “Have you been hiding from me, White?”

Noah grins sheepishly, taking a pull of his beer. “Maybe.”

You narrow your eyes. “Tell me. When did you become worse than Rafael?”

“I didn’t become worse!” Noah insists. “He just became better. You know, after he got the girl.”

You make a face. “Smooth.”

“Hey,” Noah raises his arms in surrender, looking faux-somber, “someone’s gotta teach the next generation, don’t they? I’m committed to their education.” He raises his eyebrows then, a mischievous glint in his eye. “C’mon, don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

Rafe grins. “She totally fucking loved it.”

You aim a glare at the pair of them, failing miserably at hiding your amusement. “So maybe I didn’t mind it. Sue me.”

“Of course you loved it,” Noah says, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side. “You love Cameron, don’t you?”

You narrow your eyes. “Opinions vary.”

“You love me?” Noah tries.

“You fucking wish.”

“Everyone fucking wishes,” Rafe says then, throwing his arm around you too, your figure wedged between the pair of them. Frat boy sandwich, you think tiredly. If high-school you could see you now, you’re pretty sure she’d have an aneurysm. “Especially when you’re in Lululemon.”

“Rafe.”

“I’m kidding. Not really. They all love you, you know that, yeah?”

You look up at him questioningly. “The pledges?”

“Uh huh,” Rafe replies, raising his eyebrows at you. “This is what I was afraid of, you know.”

“What?” You ask, lifting yours in tandem.

“Everyone falling in love with you, like I did in high school.”

You scrunch up your nose at him, your cheeks warming in diffidence. “No one’s fallen in love with me, don’t be silly.”

“I have,” Noah pipes up unhelpfully.

“Shut up, Noah. I saw you talking to Georgia just before.”

Noah grins, pulling away and offering you a mock salute. “Guilty as charged.” He turns to survey the crowd, spotting her figure on the fairy-light lit porch. “Speaking of…”

And he’s gone before you’re able to tease him any further, leaving Rafe to guide you out of his side and into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands exerting a warm, steady pressure into the curve of your waist.

“As I was saying,” you continue, frowning up at him playfully. “No one’s fallen in love with me.”

Rafe’s unconvinced. His gaze skates down your figure again, a tortured groan falling from his throat. “Have you seen you, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, face hot and self conscious. “And even if they have,” you add, “it doesn’t matter.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows. “It doesn’t?”

“No way. Because I’m in love with you, not any of them.”

Rafe grins then, a devastatingly handsome look on his face. “I’ll never get used to hearing that.”

“I’ll never get used to saying it.”

[same-name-supremacy]

Trin for facts please!

Oooo the cool girl!

She’s the kind of girl you’d see once at the subway station and never again (Long way to see she’s just really pretty)

She has OCD

Trin is Pansexual

Her favourite colour is green, she only wants to wear green. SHE NEEDS GREEN

She’s on goodish terms with Glenn

Her best friends are the Drama Sisters!

Trin’s full name is Trinity

She was actually pretty upset she wasn’t on World Tour (not just because of Simon) because that whole season was about singing and she loves singing!

She’s into indie bands

Name refreshers here

[cleaveslice]

(potential) ways people find out santos and whitaker are close/living together:

whitaker calling santos "trin" in front of their coworkers, santos not batting an eye and answering to it, and both of them pausing suddenly when they realize what happened.

santos putting an arm around whitaker's shoulders and ruffling his hair at random intervals throughout the day.

one of them instinctively stepping in front of the other when a fight breaks out in the hospital.

accidentally falling asleep while leaning on each other in the break room after a long shift.

santos handing whitaker a shopping list while passing him in the hallway.

one getting injured/passing out and immediately asking for the other when they wake up, still half-asleep.

^ alternate scenario: getting put on meds and saying something disgustingly sentimental. if it's whitaker, santos would get a bit emotional in the moment but will definitely make fun of him when he's sober. if it's santos, she'll be stuck wondering why whitaker looks so pleased with himself until someone tells her what happened.

discussing what they're going to eat for dinner while everyone is clocking out.