#*Insert hot tub vine*

[herman-draws]

taking a break from my really important tasks to draw them chilling together

[asytho]

[sebthesmoll]

Ah, yes. I guess this is their way of bonding

[talkfastromance4]

piece o’cake-- poly!cake blurb

a/n: SO! this is the first time writing for poly!cake...I’ve tested the waters with poly!lashton and loved it so this dynamic is a little different for me. Let me know what you think :)

word count: 1.3k

warnings: small smut scene, rest is fluffy and kinda domestic, uses she/her pronouns

donate to my ko-fi here :)

Masterlist

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She’s woken to soft kisses on her cheeks from warm pillowy lips while another set are kissing her hair, each one rousing her gently awake. This is still so new to all of them, this dynamic of being together, the three of them. Calum and Luke know the little things about each other but with her, it’s something new and exciting every day.

The first time they woke up together, Calum and Luke were being their usual loud selves. Their voices echoed from the bathroom while they utilized the facilities, laughter booming into her ears and the clatter of toothbrushes made her beautiful dream turn to a hellish nightmare really quick.

Annoyed, irritated, aggravated, and every other synonym to having her sleep disrupted, she tossed back the comforter in a huff and stomped her way to the bathroom door.

“Can you please be quieter?” she hissed, wide blue eyes darting between the two boyfriends.

“Uhh…”

“Were we really being that loud?” Calum asks. His sheepish expression eases her a little bit, but only a fraction.

“Yes,” she gritted her teeth then spun on her heel.

They watched her fall back into bed, throwing the blanket over her and she was still once again. Luke and Calum made sure to be quiet after that and apologized profusely when she officially woke up to coffee and toast that was made by them.

“It’s time to wake up, lovie,” Luke says in her ear, it tickles her skin, and she shrinks against Calum’s chest.

“Ten more minutes,” she groans.

Both their hands land on her thigh and waist, their palms are warm as they make circles on her skin, soft chuckles trickle out.

“We don’t have ten more minutes, cupcake. We’ve got a long day of relaxation planned ahead,” Calum pecks her lips quickly, but the slight poke of his tongue awakens her a bit.

“Sleep is relaxation.”

“You’ve been looking forward to our mani-pedi-massage day all week,” Luke kisses her shoulder.

She sighs and opens her eyes to be staring at the tattoos inked on Calum’s chest. Their hands continue to rub her skin with a few squeezes to her flesh with Calum’s thumb inching closer to between her thighs.

“Will we get to nap?”

“After the massage we can,” Luke smiles against her shoulder. His fingers squeeze at her ass cheek.

“Doesn’t seem like you guys want to get out of bed yet, either” she smiles craning her head so she can kiss Luke’s soft lips behind her. The turn made her legs open just enough so Calum can cup her sex with his palm, his thumb rubs at her through her underwear.

“This is the best way to get you out of bed, sweetheart,” Calum hums shifting her panties to the side. His finger teases between her folds, she gasps, and grabs hold of Luke’s curls.

“If Cal makes you cum, will you get out of bed?” Luke whispers against her lips.

She nods letting out a squeak for a yes, her lips chasing Luke’s.

“Give it to her, Cal,” Luke hums slipping his tongue in her mouth just as Calum inserts his finger.

She rests her leg open on Luke’s as Calum fingers her, his own mouth on her neck. He’s sucking and biting, his finger curling and rubbing against her spongy wall.

“Always so wet in the morning,” Calum murmurs on her skin and she moans at the tickling pleasure.

“Is Cal making you feel good, lovie?” Luke asks and she nods. “Yeah? Tell us how good.”

“So…so good,” she sighs tilting her hips with Calum’s motions. He’s using his whole arm as he fingers her, Luke hums and she feels herself slipping.

“There it is…come on baby, come for us,” Calum says, and she feels her orgasm burst forth.

When she moans, Luke and Calum press their lips to her skin until her body relaxes once more. They continue to pepper her in kisses until Calum removes his finger and sucks on it.

“Mmm, want a taste, Luke?” Calum asks.

She watches through heavy lids as Calum holds his hand out to Luke. He grins, shoots her a wink then wraps his lips around Calum’s middle finger. It disappears in his mouth as he sucks off her juices. She gets overwhelmed from the sight before her. How do they expect her to leave this bed now?

They meet in the middle to share a kiss, their tongues rolling over one another’s and she leans up to join in the fun. They both pull away before she can and she’s pouting at them while they share a smile.

“He made you cum, now it’s time to get out of bed, princess,” Luke sighs grabbing his clothes.

“Come on, pouty baby,” Calum grins and snags her ankles in his hands. He pulls her down the bed until her feet hit the fuzzy carpet. He pulls her up into a standing position, his arms wrap around her waist. “There’ll be more later.”

“Promise?” she asks, lip still pouting.

“We promise,” he gives her a sweet kiss.

After a quick breakfast of their favorite cereal, they change and are out the door to the nail salon. She sits in the front while Calum drives, his hand in hers while Luke rests his cheek on the seat by her face kissing her cheek occasionally.

When getting out of the car, Luke holds her hand while Calum opens the door for his two loves, the nail technicians greeting the trio with big smiles. They sit in silence while their feet are buffed, scrubbed, massaged and painted. They giggle as Luke nearly trips over his long legs in the oddly formed flip flops to the pedicure station, his hands held firmly in Calum and Y/N’s.

When the gel has set, they take a group picture of their new colors, Calum is a pretty purple, Luke has a nice shade of blue and Y/N chose a deep red. Three colors that blend together perfectly, just like they do.

Luke insists on paying for all them despite Calum and Y/N’s protests. He just shakes his head, curls jostling, then kisses both of their cheeks.

“My treat to you.”

Their next stop is the massage place that’s only a couple buildings over, so they decide to walk there. Calum has his hand on the lower part of Y/N’s waist, his thumb hooked under the band of her shorts while Luke has his arm thrown around her shoulders. It’s an easy thing being connected this way walking down the street. Somehow they’re always in sync, fitting perfectly together with little communication.

Since the rooms weren’t big enough, they all had to get massaged separately but none of them minded too much. As soon as the masseuse started, all thoughts and worries were gone.

Dazed and relaxed, they went back home for lunch and Y/N started to nod off against Calum’s shoulder. She always gets sleepy after a massage; her muscles feel like jelly.

“Is it my turn to carry her to bed?” Calum grins above her head at Luke.

“Nah, it’s my turn,” Luke chuckles.

Luke is much stronger than his body appears, she’s always amazed at how he can lift her into his arms. She nuzzles into his neck then makes grabby hands for him once he has her settled on their bed. She breathes in their smell in the blankets and sheets, sighing happily.

The two men join her, encircling her in their arms, legs tangled together like vines. She brings their hands to her chest, kisses both of their knuckles and cuddles them.

“After our nap, can we go in the hot tub?” she asks quietly.

“Sure, thing sweet pea,” Luke sighs kissing her forehead.

“Swimsuit optional?” Calum asks in her neck and she smiles against Luke’s throat.

“Only birthday suits,” she giggles then quickly drifts off to sleep. She’s never felt so loved, so cared for before.

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[foolishgamers]

insert *two bros chillin in a hot tub vine*

[hiimsociallyawkward]

his father's son

ayoo back again. these are always so much fun to make because otherwise it's me just yelling at my ipad of everything i'm thinking while exercising and singing show tunes and that's never fun. basically, all of my thoughts while watching his fathers son. hi bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars

OH

IS THIS WHAT I THINKI IT IS

KNIGHT RUNNING?

CAMELOT RED WITH THE CAPE FLUTTERING?

PLEASE

SAL;DFJSADLKFJASLDKFJASLDF

KNIGHT MERLIN

HE ACTUALLY LOOKS SO GOOD HOLY CRAP

ASLJSALFASD AND HIS FACE WHEN THEY FIGURE OUT THAT THAT THIS IS AN ATTACK

STOP THE EPISODE JUST STARTED 🥵🥵🥵

omg merlin is still wearing the cape wtf he looks so good pls bbc have mercy

go away now agravaine.

let me relish in the joy of merlin wearing a cape

damn

you're welcome for this btw 😎😎

stop 😭😭 not arthur thinking that he's not worthy

ok i wish knew arthur knew his destiny but also i know why he can't know but i just don't want him to be sad because he's doubting himself yk???

i actually hate agravaine actually stop i feel like it's harsh but drop dead please 🤪

arthur is so good he just wants peace. agravaine please stop you're making him doubt everything that he is

i wish arthur listened to merlin but after watching this ending i can appreciate it

'i can't just kill a man in cold blood' 🥺🥺

arthur don't push him away he's just trying to help 😪

merlin has his blankie 2x this episode and you better believe that i'm commenting both times

arthur is just. i feel so sad for him sometimes. he's still so young and he has to rule a country now and just-

i get why arthur is doing what he's doing and such but i'm still sad.

alskdjfaslkdfjasdf jeez arthur not knowing abt merlin's magic is just. wow this episode is starting off strong 🤪🤪

ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN 'stick to what you do know'. i mean. fine i'm just sad. SOMEONE TELL ME WHY I'M SO SAD SO EARLY ON IN THE EPISODE IT JUST GETS WORSE I NEED TO STOP

agravaine please leave now

ok that was hot how arthur walked in after the fact though. 'arthur pendragon. pop off'

arthur just wants peace i'm so sad he doesn't want to kill him but jsalkdfjsal;dkfjasdf

watching spn i watch the beheading a lot so i was expecting it but this is merlin haha

GWEN

WHY IS SHE THE BEST I ACTUALLY LOVE THEM TOGETHER. fvck you agravaine. actually die. please STOp

ok so merlin says 'dont push your friends' and while arthur says that he doesn't need anyone, at least he doesn't say that merlin isn't his friend. it's the little victories 😭

these castles are actually gorgeous

agaravaine please die now. stop

you manipulating arthur by claiming these things will make arthur into a good king is just making me so sad

fricken 'appropritate person' aalskdfj;alskdjfasldf

i literally just want arthur to be happy

dude i'm like 13 mins in and i'm angsting so hard over this

'a matter of the heart'🥺🥺

agaravaine die please :,)))))))

ok i'm so sad for arthur

he's still so young and he has the weight of his entire kingdom on his shoulders. he just wants to be a good king for his citizens and he wants peace and every good thing is just taken from him. he doesn't want to kill caerleon. he wants to marry gwen. and we have FREAKING AGARVAINE. this is why we can't have nice things.

ok the arthur using merlin as a punching bag transitively but also literally?? idk my head is blank. but like; merlin is letting himself be used as a punching bag and also it's his 'duty' to let arthur use him as a punching bag? idk idk thoughts?

stfu i don't want these white old men saying long live the king

pls chill

alright alright morgana

she is actually p good at getting onto annis's side so i'll give her props for that

oh shoot kneeling down to the queen? this is a power move but not a power move yk?

CLOAK

ok this is dumb but i love seeing merlin meander around with his little chores

ok what is bbc thinking when they have the "oh i'd never sleep in a bed with merlin" am i supposed to laugh? well i'm not. alrighty then

gwen :,) look at her in her pretty dress

you're breaking my heart right now arthur

you're BREAKING GWEN'S heart right now arthur

laksdjf;laskdfjasdlfkj I. JUST. WANT. THEM. TO. BE. HAPPY. please i need to read fanfic i'm angsting too hard over this

you tell him gwen. you're a badass and arthur is a sadass

i will not take gwen hate or slander

oh frick i was voted onto my school's hoco court so basically i had to walk across the football field and i felt so awkward and arthur walking down the step while everyone stares at him; i wonder if he feels as awkward as i did

LMAO 'he's not alone gwen' and pan to the arthur standing on a cliff alone?? pls

aw the domesticity 🥺

leon ruffling merlin's hair and that clink was such a good clink

where were these knights last episode. i'm suing

saj;flasjslad and arthur just loking at them fondly pls. he's so sweet i love him

'he's our king' that line makes me feel stuff

arthur sdfsd;as i just want him to be happy

MERLINS BLANKIE. WHY IS HE SO CUTE

bruh 💀 i laughed at the pure absurdity of him tripping over the tent

ok ok you know that vine 'two bros chilling in a hot tub 5 ft apart bc they're not gay?' that but 'two bros, chilling in 2 separate tents 5 ft apart bc they're not gay'

was- was that supposed to be a slap?

arthur is so earnest here and i love him he's the sweetest

sa;ldkfjsldfa arthur being protective over merlin

annis is such a badass. actually queen energy here. literally

merlin saying that they're friends again and arthur not denying it :,))))

these knights are so honorable

stfu agaravaine

'only one person who is just an honorable... ME' - arthur pendragon. HAHA sorry i cackled at this

agaravaine. i stg if you look at morgana like that i'll actually gank you

you absolute freak pervert person

alright ik morgana is evil and everything but i stan her improvement in magic

like- can merlin please get on with learning more magic??

as;dlfkjasdlfkja THE RING. dude i can't rn

merlin saying 'camelot needs you alive', i'm going to say yes.. but also if we swap out 'camelot' with 'i' then this is just a perfect insert line for fanfics :,)

THANK YOU OLD FRIEND. PLS you can't do this to me

aw when arthur asks if merlin is ready and merlin says ready

dude this episode is making me a lot more sad than it should

dude what is annis's champion. like look at his shoes??? they're leather?? literally stab him in the foot and we're golden.

youre welcome for the feet pics ;)

ok idk abt you guys but i can't write fight scenes with swords that well so i just base fights off tv and stuff and if you want inspo this is a great fight to write

legit the first battle with arthur and lancelot in the courtyard? yea i stole that

omg even with the champion is on his knees he's still taller than arthur??

alsjfalskdjasldfkjas ARTHUR AND MERLIN MEETING EACH OTHERS EYES AND ARTHUR NOT KILLING ANNIS'S CHAMPION

dude the trope of 'you make me want to be a better person'?? please i live for this stuff

ok the knights saying long live the king? i love that

alright alright annis&arthur

annis is ACTUALLY queen energy i love her. i love her pop off queen

oh shoot annis hit morgana where it hurts. bring up uther that's right queen

oh yes more castle pics 🥵🥵🥵

a aaw the ceremony for them

merlin and arthur are PALS i love them togehter

stop. there are so many words but i'm so glad they're lads

arthur is lying so awkwardly on that bed HAHA

DUDE THIS IS SO PRETTY AND CUTE AND OH MY FRICKEN ALSKDFJALSDJFASDLFKJASDL. alrighty then

yes arthur you're a dumbass you're lucky that gwen is taking you bad she's a frickin badass biatch who doesn't need you

alright arthur say what you mean why don't you

are we.. are we gonna kiss rn

THE SOUND TRACK PLEASE I LOVE IT. THE ROMANCE SWELL I ACTULALY LOVE IT

THEY'RE SO PRETTY TOGETHER

i love arthur in his night clothes and his bare feet. like that just makes it feel so much more domestic and homely and they love each other and just everything they're actually everything. THEYRE SO CUTE.

ANYWAYS i'll be back next week to endlessly rant about a servant of two masters. thanks i love you bye 😘

[bunnybananasims]

Capp & Monty household, Académie Le Tour - #2

*insert “two bros, chillin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay” vine*

Then it suddenly became awkward.

“What just happened?” they both thought.

Then they just went on with their university stuff (but with occasional/sudden smooch and make out here and there, they basically couldn’t resist each other even though they’re both kinda confused). But, for the first time ever, somehow they felt free in their own little world here in the university. No feuds, no judgments, no objections. Whatever they had going on, it felt right and good.

[sanscestships]

Halloween Special (No Ships, Just Vines)

PS: sorry i posted this a day after, i forgot to post it here before i had to turn in my stuff to my parents

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Geno (a ghost): "By the way, did you spike the punch again?"

Blue (a knight): "Whaaaaatt? I don't know what you mean. I'll be right back." *Leaves*

Reaper (himself): "Hey~"

Geno: "Fuck off."

Reaper: "You got it ;w;"

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Frisk with a B (a flower): "Hi my name is Frisk with a B and i've been afraid of insects my whole life-"

Sans (himself but with Papyrus written backwards on his forehead): "Woah woah woah."

Frisk with a B: "Hm?"

Sans: "Where?"

Frisk with a B: "Where what?"

Sans: "Where's the B-"

Frisk with a B: *Clings to his head* "THERE'S A BEE?!"

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Reaper: *walking*

Geno: *walking by*

Reaper & Geno: *insert le bump into each other's arms*

Geno: "Watch where you're going."

Geno: *literally just leaves*

Reaper: "..."

Reaper: *CUE "EVERYTIME WE TOUCH" MUSIC-*

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Epic (Cross): "Hey bruh, ya got any ice?"

Cross (Epic [they literally just swapped clothes]): "Nah dude, but i have some freezable fruit shapes."

Epic: "W H Y ?"

Cross: "J U S T B E C A U S E ."

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Nightmare (not participating): "I eat Cheerios because they're heart healthy."

Nightmare: "And my heart has been severely damaged."

Dream (Gumball): "."

Error (not participating): "."

Ink (Darwin): "."

Nightmare: "SO [insert bully name here] IF YOU'RE OUT THERE-"

Dream: "They're not. Because you killed them."

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Dust (Killer): "We all die. Either kill yourself or get killed."

Dust: *le dancin* "WHATSIT GONNA BE?"

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Color (arsonist): "Last one there's a rotten egg!"

Killer (Horror): "First one there's gonna lose their soul :3"

Color: "Wha- No... What the hell?"

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Killer: *spying on Epic and Cross hanging out*

Killer: "Two bros, chillin in a hot tub. 5 feet apart cuz they're not gay."

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Ink: *driving*

Error: *passenger's seat cuz he gets bad road rage*

Ink: *reading a sign*

Ink: "road work again"? uh, yeah. i sure HOPE it does

Error: wait wha-

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Dream: okay, i'm driving

Nightmare: shotgun!

Fresh (Error): okay-WOAH

Dream: BROTHER!

Nightmare: i found a shotgun!

Nightmare: AND i want the front seat

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Epic: it's time to play: "Who stole the drugs?"

Ink: wasn't me

Killer: wasn't me

Cross: wasn't me

Nightmare: it was him

Horror (Dust): fucking PINK. FAIRIES-

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Ink: I GOT BIT BY A SPIDER IT GAVE ME SUPER POWERS!

Blue: you look like you're dying

Ink: if i was dying could i do THI- *hits his head on the ceiling trying to do a backflip*

Blue: OH STARS INK-

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

[guynamedultimax]

Brawl Stars Characters as Vines

Bull to El Primo: You drank all the fucking milk man

Bull: *uses a vacuum to inhale Primo’s nipples* GIVE ME MY GODDAMN MILK

El Primo: *screams*

**************

Carl: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

**************

Pam at a meeting of Brawlers: There’s only one thing worse than a rapist. *removes a piece of paper from a board being held by Colt, that shows CHILD RAPIST* BOOM

Bull: A child.

Pam: nO-

***************

Colt: *brings flowers to Shelly* Hey babe, happy one year.

*dead silence*

Shelly: I’m 27.

**************

Brock: *is filming Bull and El Primo in a hot tub* TWO BROS SITTIN IN A HOT TUB, FIVE FEET APART CUZ THEY’RE NOT GAY-

***************

Jessie: *To the rhythm of “Love on Top” by Beyoncè* Bring the beat in.

Carl: *brings literal beat in* ANYTHING FOR YOU JESSIE

***************

Crow: GOOD CREDIT, BAD CREDIT? NO PROBLEM! FUCKING GENIE CREDIT!

Gene: Imma get lots of sweets!

***************

Rosa: *after being asked if she listens to Beyoncè* No, I usually listen to Rosa.

Bull: Who the fuck is that?

Rosa: ME NIGGA

*************

Pam: *cooking something in the kitchen idk*

Dynamike: *passing by* That’s what good pussy sounds like. *snickers*

Pam: MIKE

************

Colt: Hey Barl, you want some? *passes him some empty bepis*

Barley: THIS BITCH EMPTY *insert his super here* Y E E T

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Bibi: So, you hanging out with Pam yesterday, huh?

Bull: B-Bibi it’s not what you think!

Bibi: I W O N ‘ T  H E S I T A T E  B I T C H *Home Run bar is full*

************

Penny: Hey how are ya- *gets hit by Scrappy with Jessie’s new star power* AAAAAA GET YO FUKIN DOG BITCH

Jessie: *flat* It don’t bite.

Penny: YES IT DOES BI-

(I didn’t want to use Leon and Nita, it felt too predictable)

*************

Gene: I’m friends with the mo-mo- *flicks, starts doing belly dance*

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Colt: *minding his own business*

Brock: *uses Super and all of his rockets against him*

Colt: Oh damn. *gets hit with all rockets* OW

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Darryl: *jumpscares Rico*

Rico: AAAAAA! stahp, I could’ve dropped my croissant! *shows croissant on the plate*

Darryl: *snickering*

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Supercell: *at pro players and people who genuinely care about shop offers* G I V E M E Y O F U K I N M O N E Y *throws them at wall*

LAW & ORDER- SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT

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Penny: *on the beach* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIIIIICK

*dead silence*

Tick: *wearing armrests to swim* I can’t swim-

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Pam: *at Phoneix Crow, who is currently setting things on fire* I don’t know yo- *screams* YOU BETTER STOP! STOP! STOP! BITCH DAMN-

**********

Tara: *wearing a fake horse head, surrounded by ritual things*

Gene: I GOTTA GO POTTY *instantly runs to the other side of the room to the toilet*

Tara: *makes an expression that basically says “why me?“*

**********

Bo: *singing* I want a church girl, that goes to church...AND REEADS THE BIBLE *earrapes Nita and Leon*

[enkelimagnus]

Maple Red

Seelie Queen/Izzy, rated M, 2506 words 

Prompt 2: Flowers

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Isabelle doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the profusion of flowers in the Seelie Court.

They snake out onto every wall, onto vines and into corners, onto the cracked floor and the gaps of the ceiling of the bedroom she’s been given. The Seelie Palace is hidden into the forest, and Isabelle doesn’t know where it ends and where it begins. She’s walked through countless rooms before, not knowing their purpose or that they were rooms.

This time, she knows she’s in a very specific chamber. The door she went through was massive, dark wood sculpted like lace in a way that she can only describe as magical. Petals litter the floor of the chamber.

They crunch under her feet as Isabelle is lead deeper into it, through curtains of vines and of thin veil-like diaphanous fabrics. The Seelies around her are incredibly light-footed. She feels graceless by their side. She’s not used to feeling this way. Usually, she’s graceful on top of high heels walking around the Institute.

The Seelie in front of her stops before pulling back the last curtain, this one thick and forest green. She’s is small, dark-skinned, with the rose flower of the Seelie Queen’s maids blooming on her temple. Her hair is braided in a specific way as well. Isabelle doesn’t know all of the symbols that every Seelie seems to wear. She knows enough though, to have been able to recognize the woman as an Attendee of the Queen when she came to get her from her bedroom.

“The Queen is ready to see you, Isabelle Lightwood,” the Seelie says to Isabelle. “She’s requested your presence for her bathing ceremony. It is a great honor for anyone, Seelie or stranger, to attend to her.”

Isabelle nods, quietly. “What do you mean by ‘attend to her’?”

“You shall soon find out, Isabelle Lightwood.”

She pulls back the dark curtain and Isabelle blinks as she walks into the last, most private, part of the chamber.

In the center of stone floor veined with roots is sitting a big, beautiful bathtub. It’s made of polished grey stone, carved in a deep pod shape. Seelies Isabelle doesn’t know carry buckets of hot water to it, filling it.

The only light comes from candles that have been disposed all over the room, the golden light flickering at the same rhythm as their flames.

There are very few people in the room, Isabelle, a couple of attendees and guards, and the one that lead her into the room. She is made to stand in front of the bathtub.

The Seelie Queen is laying in the steaming hot water, eyes closed. Isabelle wonders if she’s asleep. The Queen’s hands are curled over the edge of the tub, her entire body disappearing under the milky surface of the bath water. Isabelle can see the top of her breasts rising as she breathes.

Her dark hair is held up into a complicated updo that allows them to keep it dry. She’s not wearing her usual crown. She’s wearing nothing but a necklace that nestles right between her breasts. Isabelle swallows. The Queen is gorgeous, pale skin and languid breathing and tantalizing body. Isabelle knows that the Queen chooses her appearance to her will, and often, her forms are chosen for specific purposes. Today’s purpose seems to be being attractive.

The attendees grab Isabelle’s hands, run hot water over them to clean them of dirt. Nibble hands take hold of her hair and put it up in a much simpler bun than the Queen’s.

“You will wash the Queen in her bath and care for her how she desires. Then you will help her out of the bath and into a robe,” the attendee in front of her explains. “Next to the bath are the things you’ll need.”

Isabelle nods. She’s vaguely heard of bathing ceremonies in the Seelie Court. She’s never seen one.

She has to be careful of how she sits next to the bathtub, she realizes. She’s wearing one of the Seelie gowns that she’s found in the wardrobe of her room when she moved in. It’s a flowy powder pink slip dress with many embroidered flowers and plants and lace inserts. It is almost see-through in how thin the fabric is. The straps are spaghetti thin and it falls over her body loosely enough to be comfortable, but tight enough that the motions of her bodies are clearly discernible under the satin.

Isabelle looks at the relaxed face and the closed eyes of the Queen and looks back at the attendee. “Is she asleep?”

“She’s resting,” the attendee replies, and it seems like it does not mean the same as being asleep for seelies. “Now, go wash her, Shadowhunter.”

“I will bother her,” Isabelle replies, hesitating.

“You will not. Go now.”

Isabelle kneels down by the tub’s side, pulling her dress up a little so it doesn’t get stuck underneath her knees. She takes the sponge in her hand.

She gently takes the arm of the Seelie Queen and starts running the soapy sponge over her skin. The Queen hums under her breath as Isabelle washes her right arm first, gentle and careful not to touch her or move her too much.

The Queen’s skin is soft, incredibly so, and Isabelle has to keep herself from touching it more than necessary. She lets go of her hand, and moves to the other side, repeating the action on the left arm.

How much of the Queen’s body is she supposed to wash? Only the parts over the water? She looks up at the attendee from beforehand, but the Seelie’s eyes don’t tell her anything she needs to know. She sighs.

“Is something bothering you, Shadowhunter?” The Seelie Queen asks.

Isabelle freezes. She’s been around the Queen and has heard stories about her enough times  to know that annoying the Queen in any way can be quite painful for whoever is the poor soul to commit the act. She doesn’t want to end up in the Wander Woods for the next few months. Or worse.

“Nothing, my Queen,” Isabelle lies and re-washes the left arm.

The Seelie Queen opens her eyes and looks at her, an amused smile playing on her lips. Her eyes are green and piercing. “You’ve washed my arm before.”

“I have… I…”

The Seelie Queen has a small chuckle and moves. Isabelle shifts back for a second. The Queen sits up and forward, her hands moving forward on the sides of the bathtub. “My back, Shadowhunter.”

Isabelle swallows. She dips the sponge in the water and starts washing the Queen’s back. There are the same golden vines growing over her skin in a barely sensitive way. Isabelle cannot resist the urge to brush her fingers over them. She’s always liked feeling the plants and flowers that grow over a Seelie’s body. When she slept with Meliorn, she could spend hours tracing the vines down his body.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” The Seelie Queen asks.

“I’m sorry,” Isabelle whispers. She’s not one to be so… gravely with someone, to be so submissive to them, but the Queen has this kind of aura. And she has a reputation.

“Don’t be,” the Queen replies. “I know the temptation.”

Isabelle looks at her distorted reflection in the water of the bath. Her hair is dark and falling out of its bun a little. She looks rosier than usual, but it’s the air of the Seelie Court that gives her that pink glow.

The Queen moves back when she deems Isabelle has washed her back enough. She pushes her chest forward a little, and her change of position means her breasts are now pushing out of the water’s surface, the milky liquid lapping at the mounds.

Isabelle guesses that the Queen wants her to wash her chest but she hesitates. She’s not one to be uncomfortable around bodies, but caressing the Seelie Queen’s breasts is not something she was expecting to have to do. She slowly starts with her collarbones, running the sponge over them, then moving lower, sliding it over her cleavage.

She tries to look elsewhere but cannot. Her eyes keep darting back to the Queen’s breasts, the nipples tightened by the colder air, the necklace that’s resting right over the cleft there. She stops before she can reach them.

The Queen grabs her wrist. Isabelle gasps, and looks up at the woman. Her green eyes are impatient as she guides Isabelle’s hand to her chest herself. She guides her down lower, and Isabelle can only let herself be led through the motions of caressing the Seelie Queen’s perky breasts.

She bites her lips despite herself. The strong hand on her wrist, the beautiful, round, perky, pale breasts rising with the rhythm of the Queen’s breath, the satin of the Seelie gown over her own skin, the candlelight and the smell of roses and lavender that follows the steam of the bath, it all forms a picture in Isabelle’s head that makes her…

She shifts a little in place as the Queen guides her hand a little lower, below her breasts and into the water. For a second, she believes that the Queen is going to make her touch her genitals, and it makes heat rush to her groin. She’s getting wet, she realizes.

The Queen lets go of her hand. “That’s enough now.”

Isabelle swallows thickly and moves back.

“Help me out,” The Queen orders and Isabelle nods.

She shifts, gently grabs the Queen’s left hand, and slowly gets to her feet. The Queen stands from the milky water, entirely naked, dripping wet from her bath. Rivulets of the colored water drip over her skin, and Isabelle’s eyes unwittingly follow one that drips between her breasts and down her toned stomach. She manages to look away when it reaches her groin.

Isabelle and another attendee help the Queen out of the tub itself, and Isabelle is given a cloth. She stands in front of the naked, dripping body and takes a deep breath. She starts drying the Seelie Queen, the cloth not thick enough for her not to feel the bumps and ridges of the absolutely gorgeous body in front of her.

The Queen’s eyes stare right at her, her lips parted slightly, plump and pink-red. Isabelle dries her front, trying to avoid the hard nipples as much as she can, and walks around to dry her back. That’s much easier, she thinks to herself. She doesn’t have to deal with the gorgeous white skin of her breasts that her traitorous tongue wants to taste.

Isabelle kneels, dries her legs and her ass. She stands back up and walks back in front of the Seelie Queen. She’s smiling at Isabelle, and waiting for her to finish the drying. Isabelle licks her lips and gets on her knees.

Kneeling in front of the naked body of the Seelie Queen, the woman’s gaze firmly on her, hands reaching to dry up the most intimate parts of the Queen’s body, Isabelle can hear her heart pounding in her head. She feels the heat of arousal curling in her groin and she knows she’s getting wetter. She’s never felt like this before.

She dries her legs and her thighs, reaches up to the dark red curls and runs the cloth over them. The Seelie Queen barely even shudders at the touch. Isabelle feels small, and human, and faillible, aroused and clothed next to that naked goddess who barely blinks when being touched.

Isabelle manages to get back to her feet and she’s given the Queen’s robe, a dark red, lacy and detailed gown that laces loosely at the front. It’s beautiful, and it looks gorgeous over the pale skin and the golden flowers of the Queen.

She stands in front of her, sliding her arms through it before lacing the three ribbons at the front carefully. The Seelie Queen’s smirk has turned into more of a smile now. She looks relaxed and content, and she turns to the rest of the attendees.

“I will now go to my bedchamber,” the Seelie Queen announces. “Do not bring my companions. I have already made my choice.” She turns back to Isabelle, who is still standing behind her. “You will follow me, Shadowhunter.”

Isabelle follows the Queen outside of the bathchamber, through another pair of massive doors. The other room they walk into is not that different from the one they just left, except for the bed that replaces the bathtub in the center of the room.

The candles, the attendees, the guards, everything else remains the same.

The Seelie Queen reaches over to Isabelle. She stands in front of her, her hand going to caress her cheek in a motion that Isabelle truly did not anticipate. The green eyes of the woman stare right into hers and Isabelle’s heart pounds harder in her chest.

“Will you spend the night in my bed, Isabelle?” The Seelie Queen asks quietly.

Isabelle doesn’t know what to reply for a short second. The Queen is gorgeous, attractive, someone that she is attracted to like a fly to honey, and she wants to stay close, bask in the golden light of the Queen’s aura for longer. But this is… the Seelie Queen. No matter how attractive and fascinating, she’s… the ruler of an entire species, she’s the guardian of secrets older than time. And she is ruthless.

The Queen’s hand on her cheek is soft. Isabelle breathes out softly. She feels safe, right now. She doesn’t feel… bad about anything.

“You can say no,” the Seelie Queen adds. “I want you to desire this. Nights with me are much better if you desire them, and you have done nothing to warrant a punishment of any type.”

Isabelle trusts her word, even if her brain screams she shouldn’t.

“I will stay.”

The Seelie Queen grins and leans forward, kissing her deeply. Her hand stays on Isabelle’s cheek, guiding her gently. Isabelle’s eyes flutter to a close.

The kiss is sweet to the tongue, in a way that she cannot understand. She knows Seelie kisses are sweeter than other ones, from kissing Meliorn too many times, but she’s not expecting the wave of softness and sweetness and desire that washes over her.

Oh, Angel, yes. She made a good choice.

The Seelie Queen guides her back to the bed, and gently shoves her on it. Isabelle’s back hits the mattress and she reaches for the mostly naked woman that’s looking down at her, hunger in her eyes.

“Everyone out!” The Queen orders before she smirks down at Isabelle and kisses her again.

Isabelle kisses her back, hands lost in the mass of maple red hair on the Queen’s head. This is the first time she’s going to have sex with a woman. If she sleeps with another after this, they will have the Seelie Queen to be compared to. Isabelle can’t help but pity them. She can feel this night will be the best in her life.

[bro-i-might]

The crows as vines/memes

Kaz: eddrw, "what do you have?" "A knife!", "get in loser, we're going shopping"

Inej: "I'm a BAD B-, you can't kill me!", "but that's none of my business", "f* this shIT I'M OUT~"

Nina: "I could'a dropped mah croissant!", "can I PLEASE have a waffle?", lipstick in her valentino white bag

Matthias: "hello darkness my old friend~", 'making my way downtown, walking fast *insert event* walking faster', "an avacado, thanks"

Jesper: michael with a b, two bros sitting in a hot tub, and they were roomates, still a piece of garbage

Wylan: jared,19, never learnt how to read, internet evil cats, miles morales copying peter b parker meme

*BONUS*

Kuwei: the guy hanging out with katlyn yesterday, "kris, is that a weed?"

[omegawizardposting]

It’s getting there. They’re already trying to force their trans Mao Mao canons onto people, and they went absolute bat shit over Parker Simmons confirming Mao Mao and Badgerclops isn’t gay. So, yeah.

also stay clear of mao maos creator. He did the straight guy thing and inserted romantic subtext between characters, only then to go like “lol what bro? Theyre just bros. Best bros. I felt as though there wasnt enough straight men being close to eachother in shows, so thats what I made. Theres no romantic subtext. Not even when one calls the other the light of his life.”

Oh and that was a direct quote. One character calling the other the light of his life. I know nothing about the fandom tho, since i havent checked out the fandom

Eh, friends can say that sort of thing to one another, I guess, but it’s not really. It’s not what I’d call common. I’ve only ever heard it used by parents referring to their children, or someone referring to their SO. “Light of my life” isn’t a name you tend to give your friends, no matter how much you care about them.

Guys definitely should be shown being platonically intimate more often, but that doesn’t seem like the right way to go about it. I don’t think there’s a straight guy in the universe who’d unironically call his friend the “light of his life.”

This just makes me think of that “two bros chillin’ in a hot tub” vine.

[massivekatastrophe]

it’s been a year rise rise premiered!! in honor of the occasion, i present “rise as vines”:

robbie: people say i can’t do what i love without college, i don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger

lilette to her mother, gwen to her father, annabelle to simon, simon’s mother to simon’s father, sasha to her douchey boyfriend wolfe to mazzu, ward to wolfe, basically everyone on this show: wHen will yOu LEarn... WHen wiLL YoU LeArn... THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES????

ms. wolfe: my name is tracey wolfe and i’m your freestyle dance teacher (*insert dance for touch me*)

lilette to simon asleep: WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD

jeremy: *appears* frick dude

lilette: HSKSKSKSK

gwen: um, you can’t sit with us

lilette: actually gwen i can’t sit anywhere, i have hemerroids

gordy: i’m JOHN CENA *plays recorder via nostrils*

clark: hi welcome to chili’s

francis: *pour lemons into bowl* well when life gives you lemons *totally hosed guitar riff plays*

principal ward: i said whoever threw that paper, ya mom’s a hoe

simon and jeremy: two bros chillin’ in the hot tub, 5 feet apart cuz their not gay

maashous: hurricane katrina?? more like hurricane tortilla

michael: *the guy crunking in the elevator*

mr mazzu: buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up an mcdonalds

robbie: we going to mcdonalds if i don’t do my work??

cheryl: *that mariah carey one with the lawnmower*

jolene: hey i’m Lesbian

lexi: i thought you were American???

michael: i love myself, even though i look like a BURNT chicken nugget, i still love myself

kaitlin: mom, say ‘who wants lasagna’

ms mazzu: who wants lasaAaA- *falls*

(this may be edited in the future when i come up with more, but thanks to @sheireen for reminding me of the anniversary!! be sure to use #riseagain and #oneyearofrise on social media today :D )

[vronnica]

‹ ･ ｡ ☾  [ blackpink vc ] hey boys. soz for missing plotting hour and opening… my bf wanted a cheese and wine night, so y’all know i was knocked af for like 12+ hrs. but now i am back and ready for action ! HENNYWAYS,,, i’m acacia ( she/her ), i’m twenty years of age, and i hail from the pst timezone ! i love kpop ( specifically got7 and blackpink. however, my ult bias is vernon from seventeen. if you know, you know. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ), milk tea, and mac and cheese. sooo sorry you’re all trapped in this rp w/ me. but y’all will learn to adore my 3am messages and casual spam on the dash. with that being said, under the cut you’ll find out more about my piece of shit baby angel, ronnie ! if you want ur muse to be friends with the stereotypical rich bitch. keep on readin bbs ;) psa: if you like this then you’re obligated to plot with me srry but i don’t make the rules. ( i’m jk please like this or i’ll cry. ) i’ll either slide in your IMs or you can contact me on discord @ mlilk#3162

jennie kim & cisfemale • hey, isn’t that veronica moon? she is that twenty-two year old that’s been living in conyers farm for twenty years. did you know her family is worth $18B? no wonder she is so ingenious & haughty. she is known around the estates as the aesthete, after all. 

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in veronica’s dreams, she is the epitome of a morning person. in reality, she’s a two in the afternoon kind of person. however, her schedule does not allow her to do that. so she does everything possible to transform herself into a morning person. new white rays shine through the window as she lies in her queen sized bed. she lifts up the aqua colored silk eye mask and the warm ball of light filtered through her thin eyelids. it takes her a moment to adjust but eventually her eyes flutter open to reveal the exhaust in her chocolate brown hues. she extends her arm out to her bed side table, grabbing ahold of her phone. she clears out the notifications that do not automatically appeal to her and checks the ones that do. after five minutes of procrastinating, she finally slips out of bed.

ronnie trudges her feet against the hardwood floor, making her way over to her bathroom. with a flick of a switch, the bright light from the crystal chandelier fills up the room. she runs herself a bath. filling the tub with lavender and jasmine bath salts. her le soir silk night slip pools around her feet as she climbs into the warm water. she’s completely and utterly relaxed. the time passes too quickly and she’s back on her feet. she wraps the fluffy white towel around her small frame and walks into her closet. winter, her favorite time of the year. she picks out a classic veronica moon outfit. a light orange and black tartan patterned dress paired with her wool cashmere burberry coat. and with a single spritz of her chanel no.5 onto her chest, she’s ready for the day.

                                              B A C K S T O R Y

moon jisung, ( chairman and co-owner of urban place resorts / hotels ) met vanessa ross ( retired model, turned fashion designer ) back in 1995 at one of vanessa’s casting calls. that, of course, was being held at urban place’s gangnam location. it definitely was not love at first sight. vanessa’s serious aura made jisung think she was a lawyer. jisung’s spazzy persona had vanessa thinking, “ this man is the chairman ? ” their relationship remained business. until one day jisung accidentally texted the designer one letter, “ q. ” from there, the relationship blossomed.

october 29, 1996, veronica moon was born, the moon family was complete, and they’re absolutely perfect. two years after she was born, jisung and vanessa decided to make a permanent home in conyers farm. therefore, veronica grew up in a really nice household. nice cars, designer clothes, and every day was a vacation. she was constantly spoiled. always given whatever she wants, whenever she wants. and of course, she’s used to getting her way all the time. ultimately making her: bad and boujee. her family is loaded. ( duh every1′s is. ) and she’s always been surrounded by lots of love and luxury.

being the only child, ronnie never had any consequences. in school, she became sort of a bully. she was very ruthless and cold. she had that, “i’ll do anything to get where i need to be,” personality. and if it meant paying someone to transfer the other student threatening her valedictorian spot, then yes, of course she’d do that. people either hated her or loved her. there was no in between. she kept her clique small. ( yes, a clique, which indeed was very exclusive. invite only. think of regina george or blair waldorf. ) she ran her school and she liked to keep it that way. 

once she graduated she became more of an adult about things. but, old habits die hard. therefore, some of those traits she developed in school still linger with her til this day. just a little more filtered. ( truly, just a tad bit. ) she got accepted into almost every ivy league college. her mother gave her the option to just pass on college. her father on the other hand, encouraged her to go to school to have the major under her belt. ultimately, she decided to go to yale and major in art history. ( she chose yale because it was only a little over an hour away from conyers. ) though, now, most of her classes are being completed online.

present time: veronica is currently taking a semester off school to really think about what she wants to do after she graduates. at the moment, she spends a majority of her time working on her art. growing up she always had an artistic eye. vanessa ( being a fashion designer ) taught her all the techniques when it came to drawing for fashion. though eventually, veronica steered away from the clothing industry and found herself drawing more intricate works of art.

                                           P E R S O N A L I T Y

too long; didn’t read: an angel with a halo unbalanced with horns, not a devil but not a saint either ?? kind yet has a backbone. softer than what she seems like. humorous and witty though understanding. mistrusting but willing to let loyalty speak. wealthy but tries not to depend on her family. stays away from the king glitterati lifestyle and fronts as if she’s just a normal gal livin’ in conyers etcetc.

she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s literally drowning in her riches. making her materialistic af. some people might think she’s that dumb bimbo rich bitch. but she’s actually very VERY smart. witty and intelligent to be exact. 

super particular when it comes to most things. ( high maintenance queen. ) she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “ if you want things right you gotta do it yourself. ” she absolutely despises like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen. 

her instagram = her job. it’s filled with ootds, selfies, food pics. but most importantly: her art. it’s the platform she uses to show people she isn’t just a pretty rich girl. she has talent. ( *insert "the kardashian's have no talent" - proven wrong in 7 minutes vid.* ) 

she’s very dedicated to her work, thus making her very goal oriented. she’s very creative and she’s actually a very good artist. she’s one of those people that set their mind to something and goes through with it until the end. i’m sure she picked up doodling and bullet journaling while growing up. *plays boss ass bitch vine.*

too long; didn’t read pt. 2: she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying ?? self destructive ?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

                                            R E L A T I O N S H I P S

FRIENDSHIPS: she has plenty of friends, at least in her head. in reality, she just knows a lot of people through her many connections. so she has many affiliations. but never real friends. she’s very particular with the people she associates herself with. she believes that those around you reflect who you are as a person as well. therefore, she only surrounds herself with the best of the best. she may not be the best person to tell your secrets too either because she’s quite the gossip queen. but she can probably persuade you to trust her. rip. however, if you are a close friend of her’s, she’s very loyal to those who are loyal to her. which means she’d never do you dirty. but that’s only if she really cares about you. she’s a really great listener and she’s willing to give advice to those are willing to take it. plus, she’s the type to spoil the people she loves. so expect the best christmas gifts ever if u rollin’ with her. 

honestly, she really does need to surround herself with good people with genuinely good intentions. so please, someone teach her what loyalty is. 

bonus points if they’ve been friends for awhile. displays loyalty.

ENEMIES: she was bully in high school. so you know this girl has more than enough enemies ( and haters. ) she uses people, she pushes people around, etc etc. like she has some very evil intentions. she’s vengeful and irrational. she puts fuel to drama and loves to see people crash and burn. why ? she wants that reassurance that she is flourishing above all. she never wants to be belittled and will do anything to remain on the very top. however,,, ronnie does have some good intentions. she leans more to the chaotic neutral side. ( maybe tilted a bit more towards evil, but still. ) deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. ronnie: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey.

there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

veronica absolutely needs enemies. give her many. plenty. an abundance please.

LOVERS: i have a feeling she’s dabbled in the dating world. she’s had a few boyfriends, dates, etc. but most likely nothing LONG TERM. possibly because she doesn’t see the point unless it’s for marriage. just like her mom and dad. she has this [ beyoncé vc ] independent woman facade going on right now. which makes her seem like she doesn’t want anyone. but she’s secretly a hopeless romantic. this girl would love to be loved. and she truly needs it. she’s probably read tons of books about love and fluffy shit like that. it’d be a hard mission to win this girl over. but not impossible. she just has high expectations when it comes to relationships. so someone rlly needs to come here and treat this girl right. 

100% dabbles in the quick hook ups for the sake of fulfilling those needs. 

though, if the right person were to come along… she’d be loyal to them, completely devoted to just them.

CONGRATULATIONS ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this literally the moment i woke up so pls excuse any mistakes. i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my IMs and we can get things started !! luv u *blows a kiss*

[shitty-check-please-aus]

au where [insert your pairing of choice here] are the two bros from the "two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cuz theyre not gay" vine

it’s gotta be ransom and holster, right?

[arcanecaster]

Day 5: Hot Bath (well, hot spring)

(part of @heart-stealer-hope 's self insert challenge!)

*plays the two guys chilling in a hot tub vine* the thought of my fives hanging out is Nice but I know they would never do this and end up fighting each other.