subatomiccherry

[subatomiccherry]

Autumn Leaves; Ancient Canopies

the long awaited mountain trail meet-cute! Hopefully this turned out well <3

Pairings: Sleep Token x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, nothing truly explicit tho

fic dividers by sweetmelodygraphics

There was something about the pure feeling of nature, just walking along the length of the forest, admiring the trees and small flowers that grew along the path. It was blissfully quiet most day, not many people frequented this forgotten trail that you had found on a whim one day. There was something different about this place… maybe it was the long vines of ivy that covered a majority of the canopy, casting dark shadows over the foliage, a cool reprieve from the unforgiving summer sun. Or maybe it was the deer that you would see sometimes? Standing unnaturally still, watching with unblinking ebony eyes as you walked gingerly, afraid of startling them with your footfalls. Or maybe it was the way that you never saw anyone else walking this trail, or the way that people shot you skeptical glances when you tried to explain where it was… but oh well. It was your own little slice of paradise.

Vessel: It was his soft voice, cutting through the birdsong and wind, that first alerted you to his presence. He was walking the opposite way of the trail, coming towards you as you walked towards him, awkwardly shuffling to the side to make room for him to pass. He had stopped singing when he had noticed you, pulling his hood farther over his head, casting his face into shadow. "You sound fantastic." you smiled, nodding your head at him as he passed by. He didn't say anything, just a subtle nod of his head, so small you could've almost missed it.

You both met a few more times like this, hearing him before you saw him, him stopping his singing as soon as he sees you. Eventually, you have the courage to compliment him on his choice of song for the day. He brightens up when you recognize it, and that opens the gateway for y'all to start talking.

Vessel finds enjoyment in pointing out different plant and animal species that your gaze normally skips over. Yes, he knows all the scientific names.

He enjoys holding your hand as you both walk, running his thumb over your knuckles and admiring your skin. Its a sense of comfort for him, to know that you're right there next to him.

You're able to turn your brain off when you walk with him, knowing that he would keep you from walking into poison ivy or straying too far from the path. You are so utterly safe with him.

Loves you gently, and violently. When y'all are walking and talking, he's all smiles and soft touches, but when you kiss him for the first time, he almost loses it then and there. Sharp canines digging into your bottom lip, pressing kisses down your chin, your neck, any part of your skin he can reach. He intends to draw blood, to mark you as his for everyone to see.

II: It's rare to see him walking without that taller man by his side. He stumbled the first time he saw you, shooting glances at Vessel as if he would know why you're there. Vessel just shrugs. To be honest, his demeanor unnerves you, his hard gaze and the tense way he sets his shoulders whenever you go walking past them. The first time you saw him walking by himself, you almost jumped off the path to hide behind bushes until he passed. Almost.

Blunt in his way of speaking. he can almost come off rude sometimes, until you learn to read his expressions and what he truly means under his words. He's a mother hen, you realize after the 3rd time you run into him by yourself. he shoves a small backpack into your hands, grumbling about how you'll pass out without water before speed-walking away.

Acts of service really do it for him, he adores when you beat him to the punch on taking care of something. You brought an extra water bottle for him when his ran out? Surprising him with a pair of sunglasses when the sky is too bright for his baby blues? Oh he's down bad.

He's fine standing, but sitting? Stillness is impossible. If he's sitting down, he's practically vibrating in his seat, fingers tapping and legs bouncing. A pavlovian reaction to being sat at his drums a majority of the time. I think he would get random bursts of adrenaline, his heart just starts pounding and he just needs to move

Despite how resounding and intense he can get with his drums, i think he can get startled or spooked pretty easily. It can be tricky, he's very attuned to vibrations around him but if you're light-footed enough, or play it off well, you can get him. It's a shock the first time you inadvertently do, watching him jump a good foot in the air and letting out a yelp. (You'll definitely pay for it later)

Show this man some love i beg of you. He spends all his time taking care of other people, i imagine he would melt once you get your hands on him. Gentle at first, exploring fingers, seeing what spots get the most reactions out of him. Take care of him first, and he'll double the return. He's fast, sending your head spinning with how he seems to be in multiple places in once with your body. Drumming for as long as he has makes him a god at multitasking.

III: Like Vessel, you definitely heard him before you saw him. His voice was jovial, riffs spilling from his lips and arms miming his bass playing as he clambered over rock piles without a care. He startled when he noticed you watching him, losing his balance and falling from his perch with a shout.

The majority of yall's first meeting is sitting with him while waiting for the ambulance to cart him and his broken ankle off to the hospital. Endless apologizing from you until he quips that you can take him out on a date to make up for it.

He enjoys showing you all the rocky outcroppings and the best hidey holes carved away by weather and time. (you know those cave diver memes on tiktok? yeah)

Enjoys teasing you when you cant jump between the rocks like he can with his long ass legs. Is the type to laugh at you if you fall and then checks to see if you're okay.

So. much. energy. Will run up and down the trail, bringing things back for you to look at like an excited child. you will go home with your pockets bulging from all the cool rocks or acorns that he gifted you with that wide grin on his face.

Handsy, lives for teasing you with fleeting touches or a searing kiss before getting "distracted" and bouncing off to look at another snail or something. Keeps this up the entire time until y'all get to said rocky overhangs. He presses you up against the stone, all teeth and wandering hands. Big on whispering into your ear, pressing his hand against your mouth to muffle your sounds in case anyone is nearby. (No one is, he just likes seeing your eyes roll back in lieu of speaking)

IV: You hadn't expected it to get dark so fast when you had started your hike. it had been a shitty day at work and all you had wanted to do was make it to the peak and just sit for a while to decompress. You didn't see him until you literally slammed into his back, leaping back with a startled scream. After some convincing that he wasn't a serial killer hiding in the woods, he walked you back to your car, wanting to make sure that you made it back safely.

Literal embodiment of: "looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll" (but can definitely still kill you)

I can see him keeping to himself at first, unsure of what to talk about with you. But i think he would love debating with you about random subjects. The thrill of the debate gets him amped up and out of his shell, gesturing animatedly, eyes lighting up as he rants about how cereal is a soup, thank you very much.

Enjoy the soft moments with him! Sitting on a bench at the peak of the mountain, with him pointing out constellations to you. The air is cold up here, so he wraps you in his leather jacket and does that movie theater "yawn + stretch = arm around the shoulder" thing. Laughs when you call him out, telling him he's cheesy.

Starlight filters around you both, an ethereal moment as you gaze at each other. He goes in to kiss you but its dark and he misses, kissing your eyelid instead. You laugh and he grumbles good-naturedly before gently holding your face in his hands to kiss you properly.

Enjoys manhandling you, pulling you to straddle his lap like you weigh nothing. ( Big shouldered man with thick thighs AMEN ) Hands gripping your hips, his grip is strong. Likes to make you beg for it, not letting you move at all until he deems you desperate enough.

[subatomiccherry]

The mountain trail fic is coming soon I promise I’m just busy at worrrkkkk

A mere glimpse into my sick and twisted mind huehuehuehue

Extra info cause the poll has character limits ugh

Option 1: Mountain trail meet-cute with any of the boys or all of them. Starts with friendly passing conversation that steadily evolves into group outings and such.

Option 2: Not much to explain here lmao. I'm from US Alabama and think it would be rather entertaining teaching any of these British men how to shoot a gun or rifle lmao. Like... imagine handing Vessel a Ruger lcp 9mm and him being like "wtf do i do with this"

Option 3: Reader is an uber delivery driver who always gets assigned to their orders. They notice how every time, their items are always bagged and sorted nicely, with little notes left in there commenting on an item or a food recipe or something. Eventually they just *have* to meet their little personal shopper

[subatomiccherry]

Bet 👀

A mere glimpse into my sick and twisted mind huehuehuehue

Extra info cause the poll has character limits ugh

Option 1: Mountain trail meet-cute with any of the boys or all of them. Starts with friendly passing conversation that steadily evolves into group outings and such.

Option 2: Not much to explain here lmao. I'm from US Alabama and think it would be rather entertaining teaching any of these British men how to shoot a gun or rifle lmao. Like... imagine handing Vessel a Ruger lcp 9mm and him being like "wtf do i do with this"

Option 3: Reader is an uber delivery driver who always gets assigned to their orders. They notice how every time, their items are always bagged and sorted nicely, with little notes left in there commenting on an item or a food recipe or something. Eventually they just *have* to meet their little personal shopper

[subatomiccherry]

Fic is done! Check it out here: Autumn Leaves Ancient Canopies

A mere glimpse into my sick and twisted mind huehuehuehue

Extra info cause the poll has character limits ugh

Option 1: Mountain trail meet-cute with any of the boys or all of them. Starts with friendly passing conversation that steadily evolves into group outings and such.

Option 2: Not much to explain here lmao. I'm from US Alabama and think it would be rather entertaining teaching any of these British men how to shoot a gun or rifle lmao. Like... imagine handing Vessel a Ruger lcp 9mm and him being like "wtf do i do with this"

Option 3: Reader is an uber delivery driver who always gets assigned to their orders. They notice how every time, their items are always bagged and sorted nicely, with little notes left in there commenting on an item or a food recipe or something. Eventually they just *have* to meet their little personal shopper

[subatomiccherry]

Why don’t you let us help.. (ii x vess x muse)

This is not proofread so i apologize. My first formal attempt at writing a fic. All for my bestie @emptypringlescanister 😫♥️

THIS IS NSFW SO MINORS DNI

It had been a long week, a long month really. Work was hectic as all hell, and working with the public was never easy. Your body ached and your mind was well passed tired. So the grueling hours on top of the recent lack of sleep. It was all starting to pile up to say the least.

The biggest cherry on top of the shit pile however, was that the guy you’ve been ‘seeing’ turned out to be horrible in the bedroom. You weren’t superficial enough to fully give up on him. But it was disappointing, if you wanted to take care of yourself after every shag you would have just gotten a new toy. But he was sweet, he held the door and never pressured you into anything.

In this day and age that was hard to come by. Or at least that’s what you told your roommates. The two men sitting on the couch faces alight with amusement. They encouraged you to do whatever made you happy. Well vessel did ii however was much more forthcoming with his opinion.

“I think you should dump the poor idiot. It’s not that hard to navigate between a woman’s legs” he spoke the words confidently, that same smug smirk he always wore when he thought he was right. Vessel stifled back a laugh and slapped ii’s chest. “Alright mate, maybe he’s just inexperienced or something. Not everyone is a ladykiller” trying to make any excuse to try and lessen the embarrassment on your part.

But their words were stuck deep in your mind. After another long week of finishing on your own fingers. Your mind started to drift from your former muse, instead being lead directly to the bright eyes of the shorter of your two roommates. His sly smile and wide shoulders. The way he seemed so confident in his words. I mean sure you’d heard him bring women home. You’d never made noises quite that loud before. But the women seemed to fully enjoy it.

Night after night you found yourself whining his name into your pillow. Writing under your own touch doing all you could to satisfy that insatiable ache. Vessel found his way into those thoughts eventually. Especially when you could hear him through your shared wall. Playing his keyboard or spread out on the couch writing. You were starting to think maybe you just needed a good lay.

That your hormones were getting the best of you. Never having thought of these two men in that way before. Not that they were unattractive. It was just an unspoken rule, maybe that’s why the taboo got you all hot and bothered. However you weren’t the only one acutely aware of your situation. Both men had noticed how tightly wound you had been.

Confining yourself to your room. Rarely outside of your pajamas on your days off. The way you couldn’t seem to hold conversation let alone eye contact with either of them. So it was a surprise when you came home one night to an empty house. A messily wrapped box on the counter. The rectangular box peaking out of the paper in some spots.

A messily written note laid beside it on the countertop. Etched In red pen on a spare piece of printer paper. No doubt of ii’s doing.

“obviously the bloke won’t shag you right. Dump him and use this for a few hours, we miss our fun Rachel”

The words made your cheeks flush. Reading it over a few times, before you built up the courage to open the package. Your jaw falling slack when your eyes landed on the wand. The large white device was no doubt one of the expensive ones. It came with a plug in cord, because in ii’s mind it was more powerful that way. Couldn’t have it dying on you, not when your sanity seemed to be at stake.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you discarded the box. Running off to your room, the device definitely relieving a good bit of your stress. By the time you finished your little play session. It was well into the early morning. You had just drifted off as the sound of the front door opening woke you. Rubbing at your eyes as you heard the two going to their respective rooms. A sudden wave of embarrassment taking hold of you.

His little gift definitely helped, but not in the way he hoped. Especially now with this new layer of shame. So when you continued to hide away. ii grew impatient, thinking that maybe that wasn’t enough. It took a little convincing. But he soon got vessel on his side. Deciding to make a plan to force you to hang out with them. He could only fix this problem if he could at least get you to sit and speak to them.

So ii sent a message in the shared group chat. Telling you that you were going to participate in movie night. or they were dragging you out of your room by force. Of course it was playful but there was definitely something about the way he said it. Like he had much more in mind for you. You let your mind run wild with possibilities for the rest of your shift. Time seeming to only drag now that you had plans.

Soon thought you were pulling into the driveway. Your hands shaking slightly at the sudden rush of adrenaline. Pushing your key into the door. You were greeted with a dim lit room. The smell of pizza and beer filling your nostrils. Closing the door behind you, ii instantly got to his feet. Making his way through the living room to greet you. “Long time no see stranger, here you sip this I’m gonna have ves pick the movie” he spoke smoothly. Clearly having nursed his own drink or two.

Holding the chilled bottle you followed him into the living room. A palate made of blankets and pillows covered the area between the two couches. Essentially blocking you in, taking a sip from your beer as your eyes landed on vessel. Laid out on the couch in a sweatshirt and shorts. Hair messy under the hood as he gazed up at you with an attentive smile. “Ah almost forgot your pretty face ya’ been gone so long” he mused and chuckled.

Motioning for you to sit wherever you wanted. The two men sharing a momentary look between them. Watching as you settled down onto the floor pallet. Vessel had some horror movie pulled up, explaining his choice to you. Though you were far too busy wondering exactly where this night was going. ii soon joined the both of you. Handing you a plate of random food things they’d picked up. You couldn’t deny it did feel good to be doted on. But it didn’t help your wandering mind, especially when they both moved to sit beside you.

Their towering frames making you feel much smaller than you were used to. Nervously staring at the screen as the movie started. Vessel stealing a cookie from your plate. “Eat something love, especially if you’re drinking. Can’t have you passing out on us so early” he teased his eyes never leaving the screen. A satisfied hum leaving his lips as you immediately began to nervously eat.

The entirety of the movie the two men seemed to be passing you back and forth. Vessel brushing your hair back, ii draping his arm over the couch behind you. Sharing glances between each other every time you seemed to stiffen up at their actions. As the first movie ended vessel handed the remote to you. “Pick something you don’t mind not paying attention to” he spoke and sat up. Grabbing the empty bottles and your plate.

Leaving you alone with two as he cleaned up a bit. ii chuckled seeing your wide eyed expression. “Don’t worry, we aren’t going to bite. Well not unless you ask me to of course” his words fell from his lips in a soothing tone. Gently rubbing your back, chuckling as your hands fumbled to find some random movie. “Don’t be so nervous it’s just us dove, we won’t give you anything you can’t handle yeah?” He added taking the remote from your hands.

Smiling down at you as he sat up. Brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “You look so shocked, you know you shouldn’t be. The walls in this house are rather thin. And my name sounds far too beautiful falling from these lips, I fancy hearin’ it for myself” he spoke his eyes locked on yours. Moving his hand to brush your cheek before settling his thumb on your lips.

Just in time for vessel to return taking his place at your side. A smirk playing on his lips seeing the way ii had you practically drooling already. “It seems the present ii was so kind to get you. Didn’t exactly fix our predicament. So maybe being properly fucked will hm?” Vessel hummed his fingers tracing over your neck. Circling your shoulder before cupping your jaw. Turning you to look up at him. “Would you like that? For us to fuck you darling” his words were a dangerously low whisper. Eyes tracing over your features for any sign of resistance.

You shook your head and ii chuckled. Leaning in to speak directly into your ear. “Oh you’re a big girl use your words baby” he urged warm lips brushing the shell of your ear. Your body flushed, melting into their touch. “.. yes, please” The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. You meant each word, but the logical part of you screamed to tell them that this was a bad idea. But flush between their bodies you could do little with your critical thinking.

A satisfied hum left both of their lips. Leaning toward you, only to meet each others lips instead of yours. Vessel cradled ii’s jaw, capturing the smaller man in a slow sensual kiss. Only pulling away after they were both out of breath, Ii immediately attaching his lips to yours. Stealing your breath with his heated kiss. Vessel busting himself with kissing your neck. Sucking soft purple marks into the flesh. ii swallowing each moan as they fell from your lips to his.

“Good girl so responsive for us” vessel mused against your skin. ii allowed his hands to roam the expanse of your back. Snaking his hand up to tangle in your hair. Separating the kiss as he pulled the strands. Vessel wasting no time in replacing ii’s lips with his own. Smiling against your warm skin. Slipping his tongue past your puffy lips. A groan left ii’s lips at the sight. “God you look so perfect like this baby” his words were laced with lust. The gravel of it evident in his tone.

“Let vessel take care of you, I’ll be right back princess” he spoke, his words barely processing before he stood. Vessel keeping you entirely entranced as his hand caressed your breast. Kneading it as he hummed against your lips. His thumb brushing over your clothed nipple. Feeling it pebble under his touch. His teeth gently biting at your lip. Pulling away for a moment to watch you. Wide eyes darkened with lust. “Such a good girl.. feels good yeah?”

Your mind fell blank when his hand trailed down your torso. Settling between your spread legs. Rubbing slow circles over your clothed heat. “I can’t wait to fuck this tight little cunt” voice just above a whisper as he watched your expression. Lip tucked between his teeth as he coaxed wanton moans from your lips. ii returned after a few agonizing minutes. “I’ve got her nice and warmed up for you mate” vessel spoke up to the man before him.

Craning his neck to kiss his friend as ii bent to thank him. “Perfect, your reward is getting to be the first to make her cum” he spoke against vessel’s lips. The taller man groaned at ii’s words. Taking the toy ii had retrieved from his hands. Moving to plug in the wand. ii held his hand out for you “up you go princess, let’s get you out of these clothes yeah?” His fingers brushed the hem of your shirt. Waiting until you gave him consent. But the moment he had it he was practically ripping the fabric from your body.

Capturing your lips with his once again. Before pulling you into him. Turning you around before settling back onto the padded floor. Sitting you between his legs hooking your thighs over his muscular legs. Spreading you bare, raising his eyebrows at the creak your poor hips made at the extension. “I didn’t break you yet did I doll?” He asked looking down at you from over his shoulder. Your flushed face gave away that you were okay and he quickly let it go. Vessel returning just in time to settle between your legs. Smiling down at you like a mad man.

Taking in your fully bare form, both of them were straining against their clothes. So hard it almost hurt. “Go ahead vess, the faster you get her off the faster we can finally fuck her” ii urged and vessel nodded eagerly. Turning the wand on he leaned forward. ii settling you back against him. Holding your throat in one hand as the other moved down to spread you better. Vessel pressing the toy directly to your clit. His attention fully on the way your body responded. “Yeah? S’that good love?” Your frantic head shaking assuring him that he was doing perfect.

His cheeks flushed, practically drooling as he watched you. ii smirked at the taller man, “look what you’ve done Rachel, you’ve made our boy stupid for your cunt” his words only made vessel blush deeper. “He’s practically drooling, I think he deserved to cum soon yeah? Why don’t you go ahead and let go for us” his words made your head dizzy. Vessel turned the wand up to its highest setting. Watching you with pure excitement in his gaze. You didn’t last much longer. Overwhelmed with all of the attention.

The moment you tipped over the edge. They were practically all over you. Vessel kissing you deeply. Drool covering both of your lips by the end of it. ii carefully urging you forward, until you were perfectly on your hands and knees. Vessel breaking the kiss to eagerly undress himself. ii’s hands roaming over your hips. Watching as your cunt clenched around nothing. “Fuck… please tell me you’re ready, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” ii’s voice was desperate. His touch gentle but his thoughts were far from it. When you eagerly begged to be taken they both hissed in desperate relief.

ii pulling himself free of his clothes, stroking his cock slowly as he pulled vessel closer. “Go ahead and show vessel how good of a cock sucker you are baby” his words were soon followed with a gasp from vessel. The smaller man holding his throat tightly as he leaned in to kiss him. Groaning against his lips with every stroke of his own hand. But when vessel shook with a wave of pleasure he pulled away. Watching as you took the man into your mouth. His jaw falling slack at the sight. Stroking himself once more before lining up with your wet entrance.

Pushing in slowly, he hissed at the way you gripped him. His head was practically spinning already. Hands moving from vessel to grip your hips. As vessels tangled in your hair. “F-fuck oh my god” vessel practically whimpered his thighs shaking. Trying desperately to take in everything. Gaze shifting from your lips around him to the way ii bottomed out inside of you. ii gave you a moment to adjust before he started to rock his hips. A string of curses and pants leaving his lips at the feeling of your warm cunt.

“Such a good little thing for us, we just might have to keep you yeah?” He spoke earning an eager nod from vessel. A wide smile on his lips as he could already feel himself getting close. “Fuck you feel so good, made just for our cocks..” ii groaned

Bringing his hand down to slap the flesh of your ass. Hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he quickened his pace. The both of you were amused when vessel shook and whined. Exclaiming just how close he was. “Fuck.. can I, can I cum in your mouth baby” his words were broken with panting breaths. Staring down at you like you hung the stars. Before letting out a shaking groan, hands tightening in your hair.

Finishing in the warmth of your mouth. Pulling you off of him with a pop. His sensitive cock starting to slowly soften. As he leaned down to kiss you hungrily. “Fuck, thank you.. such a good girl. Made me feel so fucking good” he breathed out as he pulled away. Pressing his forehead against yours. the motion on ii’s hips bumping your heads together making him chuckle. “Does he feel good baby, I know I love watching it” he spoke in awe of the sight before him.

ii smirked at the sight of you two. His thrusts becoming more erratic. “Getting close princess… ves.. get the wand” his grunts interrupting each word as his hips met your ass. Sure to leave bruises in their wake. Vessel did as told turning on the wand once again. “Can you spread that pretty cunt for me baby?” He spoke softly against your cheek. Waiting until you are ready to press the vibratory to your swollen clit. ii groaned at the way you squeezed around him. Moving his hands from your hips to lace them together under your chin. Holding you up so vessel could access you better.

“Good.. fucking.. girl” ii panted feeling you throb around him with each thrust. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your body and the low buzz of the toy. Vessel’s quiet pants muffled by the sound of ii’s desperate cries. Clenching his teeth as he felt the pressure within him ready to break. “I’m gonna cum baby, make you all mine.” He gasped watching the way you shook below him. Coming undone around him. Griping him as you rode out your high. “Yeah you deserve my cum don’t you, been such a good fucking girl.. ahh fuckkk” his voice cracked as he thrusted deep inside of you.

Doubling over as he allowed his orgasm to wash over him. Biting down onto your shoulder to keep himself from yelling. Vessel kept the vibrator on you until he was sure you were both done. Smiling widely as you both relaxed. ii carefully pulling out before pulling you to lay against his chest. Vessel moving to sit on the other side of you both. “Well, that was certainly a lot of fun, hopefully you have fully given up on that bloke now” ii spoke and chuckled kissing the side of your head.

“Why don’t I run us all a bath yeah?” Vessel spoke brushing your hair away from your face. “You look pretty fucked out right about now” he teased and pecked your lips. “Hopefully something we will see a hell of a lot more often” ii mused and smiled at the both of you. “Agreed” you breathed out voice barely above a whisper.

[subatomiccherry]

Mile High Club

iii x reader

Birthday gift for my lovely friend @leviethinsaint thank you for hyping me up everyday!! Have a bitchin birthday bestie 🫶🎂🎉

Warnings: Smut, complete ignorance of airplane safety. (Srsly, wear ur seatbelt on a plane)

tap tap tap

The sound of your footsteps echoed loudly down the empty airport hallway, the sound accompanied by the occasional squeak of the suitcase wheels. 3:00 AM, a truly horrid time to be awake in an airport, but blissfully uninhabited all the same.

A liminal space, these places always had an air of spookiness about them. Airports were made with large crowds in mind, the huge amounts of people lingering about in its huge hallways with vast windows showing the lights and bustling of the tarmac.

It was dark now, oppressing blackness pushing at the windows, no little lights to even indicate the airport was alive. A glance down at the ticket showed that your flight was indeed in an hour.

Humming along to the music pounding in your earbuds, trying in vain to ignore the nervous tension settling in your shoulders. Flying had never been your strong suit, you preferred not to fly at all if you could help it. However, driving 20 hours wasn’t going to be an option this time. So flying it was. Gross.

tap tap tap

More echoing footsteps before you finally get to the terminal. A wide room with windows on every wall, empty chairs in all directions. No people save for one long flight attendant standing at a podium, looking like she would rather be anywhere else than here.

“Hey,” the words are tired as you greet the attendant; you hadn’t slept at all the night before. “Just wanted to check that everything is all good with my ticket.” You showed her the boarding pass on your phone screen.

A raised eyebrow. “Your phone is locked.” She drawls in a bored tone.

“Oh fuck, sorry.” Sheepishly swiping to unlock the phone and turning it back to her, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

The attendant stares for a moment as she reads the information on the boarding pass. “Yeah, you’re fine.” Her tone is impatient, and you can barely see her roll her eyes as you put your phone away. “The plane will be boarding in 30 minutes so just… yknow,” she waves a hand flippantly, gesturing around at the empty area. “Sit wherever.”

“Thanks,” you grit out, annoyed at her attitude but ultimately understanding of the pains of the overnight shift at any job. She huffs and walks off towards the lone cafe still open down the terminal.

“Right cheery, isn’t she?” You whirl around, startled. You could have sworn all the seats in the terminal were empty….

But lo and behold, a man sits in one of the seats, a carry on and guitar case -slathered in stickers- shoved into the seat beside him. He’s all limbs, you notice, long arms and legs clothed in ripped black skinny jeans and a slightly oversized hoodie to match. Your eyes rake up and down what you can see of him till they finally flick up to his face. He’s smirking. Fuck, he definitely saw you eyeing him up.

“Ah yeah,” you squeak out, a flush rising up your neck at being caught. “I get it though, night shift and all.” Popping the earbuds back into their case, you sit down across from him and set your things down. “Guess I’m not the only one who got the late flight,” a chuckle as you gesture around to the lack of… well, everything.” He hums in agreement, then asks about some of the keychains you have on your bag.

The conversation flows easily between you two, almost entirely making you forget your fear of the impending flight.

All too soon, the grumpy flight attendant makes her way back and calls you two up for boarding. Immediately, your pulse quickens and sweat forms on the back of your neck as both of you hand over your passes and start walking down that little rickety hallway towards your doom.

“Are you alright dove?” iii asks, noticing how quick your breathing has gotten, and how your hand is clenched so tightly around the handle of your bag that the knuckles have gone white.

“Yeah just uh… not so good with flying.” You explain, voice small as you both approach the door of the plane. He softens, and reaches over to place a hand over yours, threading his long fingers with yours to loosen your death grip on the bag straps. “Don’t worry darling, I’m sure I can find ways to… distract you.”

And oop, there goes your mind straight into the gutter.

Stuck in your r-rated thoughts, you barely even notice greeting the lone pilot of the plane, nor the way that iii steers you to your seat, but you definitely notice his warm hand on the small of your back as he guides you forward.

A muffled curse from iii snaps you out of your haze, turning around to see him awkwardly hunched over and rubbing the top of his head from where he had smacked it on the overhead bins. “Pffft, are you okay?” You giggle as you guide him down into the seat, teasingly holding a hand above his head to protect it from further harm.

Soon after you get settled, the pilots voice comes over the intercom, spouting off the usual welcomes and flight information. You sit ramrod straight as he goes through the safety speech, eyes scanning the pamphlet while iii struggles to fit his long ass legs comfortably in the cramped seats. A hilarious sight that you chuckle at, causing him to send a half hearted glare your way.

“Yeah yeah, laugh away at my misery.”

The plane rumbles underneath as it begins its journey to the runway. A small whine leaves your lips as the speed starts to increase, squeezing your eyes closed.

“Hey, look at me darling, it’s alright.” you can hear iii’s gentle voice calling to you, but you shake your head, not trusting that you wouldn’t pass out upon seeing the tarmac speed by.

“Darling, I said,” his voice is a low, husky growl. His hand snakes up to grab your chin, pulling your face away from the window. “Look at me.”

And oh, does that do things to you. Your eyes shoot open to meet his, jaw dropping a tiny bit at his commanding tone.

“That’s good, love,” he purrs, thumb caressing the skin of your bottom lip. “Just focus on me.” You aren’t sure if the swooping motion you feel is from the plane or the way he stares so intently at you.

“See? So much easier to look at me than out there.”

You nod, mind racing a thousand miles, but not about how high you are up in the air, more so how high you are at the feeling of his hands on you.

“Do you want me to distract you, beautiful?”

The ding of the seatbelt light chimes overhead, an ironic verbal confirmation as you nod eagerly.

He’s like a dog to a bone with how fast he reaches over to unbuckle your seatbelt, grabbing at your waist to pull you to straddle his lap. You settle eagerly against him like you belong there, reaching your hands down to shove them under the hem of his hoodie to feel his toned stomach.

He leans forward, capturing your lips against his in a bruising kiss. Hands gripping your hips as he grinds up into you.

“Fuck,” iii mumbles breathlessly, pulling back to suck marks into your neck.

You whine, rocking your hips against his hardening cock growing in his jeans. He hisses, hips jerking as his hand fists in your hair, tugging your head back.

“Naughty thing,” he chuckles, eyeing the way your eyes roll back in your head at the sharp tinges of pain in your scalp, mouth dropping open to let out a moan.

His hand quickly claps over your mouth as he shushes you. “We wouldn’t want them to hear, now would we?”

At this point, you could care less. All you want is to feel him inside you.

“Please, iii…” you whine, shifting your head to pop a few of his fingers into your mouth, tongue caressing them wetly.

He groans, and you can feel his cock twitch in its confines. “Alright love, I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.” He coos, hand reaching down to unbuckle his pants, shoving them and his boxers down. His cock slaps against his stomach, long and slightly curved, glistening with precum.

You do the same, shifting to allow him access to pull your pants down to your ankles, not even nothing to kick them all the way off.

You’re back against him in an instant, reaching down to find his cock, watching with rapt attention as he bucks into your fist, soft pants falling from his lips as he buries his face into the side of your neck. “Baby…” he groans.

The angle is awkward, his legs squished into the limited legroom as he tries to maneuver into a more accessible position. After a few muffled curses and some giggles from both of you at the absurdity of it all, it quickly turns to hushed groans as he finally slips his cock into your tight heat.

“Fuck.. you feel so… god..” he stumbles over his words as he bucks up into you, lost in the way you clench around him.

You lean forward to kiss him again, lips slotting together messily as you muffle your squeals. iii kisses like he’s devouring you, all tongue and teeth, nipping at your lips when he pulls back to breathe. You’re completely lost in the feeling as he rolls his hips, setting an almost desperate pace.

“Fuck I can’t, I can’t.. I-“ his breath hitches as he feels you clench around him in a vice grip, your teeth latching into his shoulder as your release hits you. Your nails scratching against his abs, the sensations are all too much for him.

“Please let me cum inside you, I can’t, I can’t hold it, please!” He begs, arms trapping you to his chest as his cock fucks up into you, wet slapping noises filling the empty plane. In response, your hands thread their way through his blonde hair, yanking his head back just like he had done to you before.

He releases with a broken gasp, pulling you down further onto his cock as he fucks his cum into you, that delicious heat filling your core. You can see the corded muscles in his neck straining as he grinds desperately against you.

You stay that way for a moment, catching your breath as you both shiver at the elation coursing through. He makes no move to remove himself from inside you, content to lean back and move your sweaty hair back from around your face. You nuzzle into him, utterly boneless.

Neither of you noticed the plane making its descent for the past minute, wheels hitting the ground with multiple harsh thuds. Thuds that bounce you in iii’s lap as his hands grip you against him, both of you moaning out at the overstimulation that has his cock hardening inside you in an instant.

You share panicked looks as you reluctantly yank yourself off him, grimacing lightly at the flood of cum that drips down your legs. iii dresses hastily, yanking his pants back up and helping you get decent right before the pilot makes his way back to help with the bags.

“See?” iii whispers into your ear, hand entwined with yours as you both exit the plane. “Told you I could distract you.”

His voice is too smug.

A quick check of yet another vacant terminal, and you pull him into the nearest bathroom, fully intent on wiping that damned smirk off his face.

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Just a Dream

Inhuman!Vessel x reader

Warnings: stalking themes

This is my introduction into the writer pool of Sleep Token fics, hello my people 🙏🏼🫶 Was heavily inspired by Sugar for this if you can’t tell by the sprinkled in lyrics lmao

(Might take requests if there’s enough interest?)

Cover picture from Heathens Heartbreakers on Pinterest

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It had been weeks since you had slept for more than a few hours at a time, often waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing from the torment your mind supplied. It was another one of these nights, jolting up from the covers with a scream dying on your lips. This dream had been a quick one, enough so to where you could only remember the tail end of it. Something akin to long dark fingers that had almost ensnared your wrist in its grasp before you had tripped and woken.

Pushing back the sweat-damp blankets with a small groan of disgust, you stood on shaky legs and moved towards the kitchen, tired eyes not noticing the porcelain masked figure lurking in the shadows of your bedroom.

—~*~—

A sharp toothed grin split the lower portion of Vessel’s face not hidden by the mask as he observed the way your exhausted body shuffled back through the doorway, collapsing back into the bed, not even bothering to pull the blankets back up.

His ink-black fingers twisted in strange motions as he allowed himself to sink into your new dream, stepping forward to perch himself on the end of the bed. Perhaps it was time for a new approach…

—~*~—

It was strange, the feeling of sinking into this new dream. They had been so intense as of late, and often enough that you were usually lucid in these spaces, aware of everything around you. This time felt… unusual. There was no anxiety eating away at your chest, no guttural growls surrounding you on all sides.

A liquid field expanded all around you, as far as your gaze could reach and probably farther. There were no objects obstructing the view, just water as far as the eye could see. The smell of salt teases your nostrils, your nose crinkling at the intensity. A timid step forward ensured the fact that you could walk, but looking down had been the wrong idea. The depths were bottomless, as far as you could tell; you stumbled, vertigo seizing you as you tumbled to your knees. Water splashed at the harsh landing, yet you did not sink into the abyss.

Footsteps, small waves rippling out towards your hands and tiny jingling noises caused your head to shoot up from where you were kneeling. A figure stood tall in front of you, cloaked in darkness yet the bone white and crimson of his mask was almost blinding in the gloom of your surroundings. Necklaces covered his chest, coins and other pendants the source of the clinking noises. He didn’t move, simply watched as you struggled to stand, the soaked fabric of your clothing weighing your movements down.

“I recognize you,” a gasp left your lips. His head tilted ever so slightly, soft cricks reaching your ears as his fingers tensed in odd movements. “You’ve been in all of my dreams, just watching me…”

Silence continued to ring out between the two of you, a sort of staring contest ensuing. Though you could only assume that he wasn’t blinking, the six eye holes didn’t give much in that regard. You took a step forward, squinting, trying to ascertain any sort of movement or awareness from him.

—~*~—

She was brave, Vessel mused to himself, studying the way she had looked at him with no fear in her eyes. Mild irritation maybe, which caused an uptick of his lips into a light smirk. He would soon change that, make sure that he would bring back the delicious agony in her gaze.

He surged forward, water splashing violently with his movements. She shrieked in surprise as the spray splattered against her, sputtering as a clawed hand gripped at her waist, the other gripping her chin and tilting her head back to look up at him. His rings pressed indents into her skin, no doubt causing bruises to bloom long after she had awoken. She wriggled in his grip to no avail, a weak little thing writhing against him like a worm on a hook. It was amusing, watching her struggle so helplessly.

Vessel leaned down, sharp teeth bared in a cruel smile as he pressed the cold porcelain of his mask into the crook of her neck, delighting in the shivers that wracked her body. “Yes,” he growled, voice low and raspy from disuse. “I have been watching you, my dear. Watching you in your dreams. The way you run, the desperate way you try to hide from that which will always catch you in the end…” He hums, opening his mouth to scrape his teeth against her neck, tongue darting out to taste the salt beading on her delicate skin.

—~*~—

“You’ve been stalking me?” You grit out, craning away from the sharp points of the mask digging into your shoulder. This man, this being, had been delighting in your fear for weeks now, playing twisted little games with your head.

“Such a harsh word, love.” He croons, fingers leaving black trails on your clothing as he explored your body. “I’ve developed a taste for you, your despair is such sweet sugar to me. I feel no need to eat, but you…” he groans, burying his face into your hair and inhaling deeply. “I crave. I wish to devour you whole.”

His words set your face ablaze, and you redouble your efforts to escape his hold. “Let me go!” You cry out, nails scratching against him in the hope that he would drop you. And drop you, he does, seeming surprised that you would dare fight back against him.

You tumble back, unbalanced, and land in the water, drenching your clothes yet again. He moves toward you, an ink stained hand stretched out in faux concern. His lips are pressed thin in annoyance as he watches you scramble backwards, water splashing against his robes.

“Just leave me alone!” You sob, utterly exhausted. “You’ve tormented me long enough, I’m not your plaything!”

—~*~—

Vessel laughs, head thrown back and chest heaving.

“Like you have a choice, darling!” He stalks forward, leaning down and snatching her ankle in a bruising grip, yanking her towards him, water flying up in an arc around them.

“Do you want to test me, love?” He tilts his head to the side, a low snarl leaving him as he grabs her tear stained face, forcing her to look up at him. “I don’t think you understand, you must be crazy if you think I would give up this game.”

Elation courses through him at the sound of her sobs, sweet music to his ears. He tuts softly, smoothing her salt-soaked hair out of her face with tender movements. “Hush now…” he soothes. “After all, this is simply a dream.”

—~*~—

[subatomiccherry]

The Squad Sticks Together

Rick Flag Sr: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Dr. Phosphorus: Several traffic violations. Bride: Three counts of resisting arrest. Nina: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. GI Robot: Also, that’s not our car.

[subatomiccherry]

Looking back at my old writing like damn… 2020 really did a number on me. Why was I writing for fuckin Tom nook of all things… brother eaugh…

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Miguel O’Hara x Reader Oneshot Prompt: Climbing

“Miguel I swear to god, you better get your nicely sculpted ass up here and get me down.”

You hear his deep chuckle somewhere far below you, but you don’t dare move your head to look.

“You got yourself up there, I think you can get yourself down.”

You scoff. “Yeah I got up here, but I can't move. If anything, it’s your fault for talking me into this.”

“My fault?”

“Yes!”

Another of his annoying attractive chuckles. You swear, if you get out of this, you’re going to throw something at him.

A minute passes and nothing is said from either of you.

“Miguel.”

Nothing.

“Miguel!”

Still nothing.

Heaving a deep breath, you manage to glance down at the floor far below and immediately regret it as intense vertigo hits and your hands sweat profusely against the brightly colored handhold. You do see Miguel, the jerk that he was for making you do this, still standing down there smirking up at you with arms crossed, before you swing your head back around, eyes clenched tightly closed.

Miguel seems to take pity on you and easily scales the multicolored handholds that dot the indoor rock climbing wall and soon reaches your side. “You do realize that you can stick to walls now, right? Or catch yourself with your webs just as easily?”

“And you realize that I’ve only been able to do that for like a day, right?” You growl out at him, trying to readjust minutely against the pocket your fingers are clenched in. The universe seems to decide to throw a wrench in that plan and your hold slips, a shriek leaving your mouth as you plummet down.

‘Ah, so this is how I die. So much for being a spider-person. Damn, I didn't even get to pick out a name yet. ‘

A semi-painful landing jerks you out of your near-death thought process. Eyes snapping open, you see Miguel’s face above you.

“God?”

“Hmph, close, but no” He deapans, arms  securely holding you against him, safely away from the foam mat that would've awaited you. “I can’t believe you got stuck at the top of a measly 12 foot wall.”

“It looked a hell of a lot farther down,” you pout, ego bruised.

Miguel hums as he sets you on your feet. “Again.”

“Aw come on!”

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Miguel allows his face to soften as he watches you stomp back over to the wall and start climbing again. He wasn’t quite sure why he had allowed himself to get so attached to you. Sure, he had been there for you after you had gotten bitten by your spider and undergone the painful mutation process, but he didn’t have to stay. He didn't have to give in and agree to train you after you had looked at him with those hopeful eyes.

But he did.

And as he watched you reach the top of the wall and successfully shoot a web to the rafter and swing to the opposite side of the room, shouting gleefully as you did, he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe sticking around wouldn’t be so bad.

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Can’t believe this is what gets me back into writing smh. Stupid annoyingly attractive vampire spiderman. Pleassirillgiveyouadollarifyoupunchmepleaseimdesperate 

Requests are open i suppose?

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Izuku Unleashed and Unhinged

Izuku Unleashed And Unhinged by Thx4thestories

After training hard and doing vigilante work for months, Izuku got into UA. He also developed a quirk during the entrance exam. Which, okay, that’s fine. He can roll with the punches. He’ll just have to learn to use the worlds latest to appear quirk while training to be a hero under Eraserhead. Wait. Eraserhead just expelled him? After telling vigilante Izuku he could be a hero for months he expelled him on the first day. You know what? Fine. Izuku will spend his days doing vigilante things and teaching Eraserhead a lesson. Hope you like finding your car saran wrapped, Eraser.

Words: 6041, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Shinsou Hitoshi, Nedzu, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, League of Villains

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, technically, Its Actually His Quirk, He Legit Got His Quirk Late Here, Midoriya Izuku is Expelled from U.A. High School, Feral Behavior, Feral Midoriya Izuku, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku Swears, Midoriya Izuku Gets Revenge On Aizawa, By Driving Him Crazy, Shouldn’t Have Expelled Our Green Bean, Light Angst, Angst Just For Flavor, Mostly Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39844155

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Reset

Tom Nook x Reader Oneshot

This came to me last night because I’m resetting my island. I swear, Undertale has ruined resetting games for me. :(

Also sorry for bad formatting, I wrote this on mobile

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It wasn’t that you wanted to get away from everything, well, maybe it was. You didn’t know for sure. Life on the island was amazing! Good friends you had found along the way, smiling faces greeting you ever day; morning, noon, and even nighttime. Some people would come and go, selling their wares, some even choosing to become a permanent tenant of the island. Life here was peaceful and plentiful, you shouldn’t feel this way. You shouldn’t feel frustrated. But you were.

Being the resident representative wasn’t that difficult of a job. Make sure people are happy, find spots for new buildings to go, and make sure the island stays beautiful. Not a very long list, but the pressure felt like the weight of the world. There was benefit to the job though, in the form of a perpetually tired but fond tanooki that had wormed his way into your heart. Tom Nook was your rock and shoulder to laugh or cry on, and you were so grateful for him. He cared about you, and you cared about him. There were tender nights spent together under the stars, afternoons spent sipping drinks, and mornings spent sometimes waking up in each other’s arms. You couldn’t ask for more, but the weight of an unknown decision drug you down and down, spiraling into guilty indecision.

The quiet northeastern shore is where Tom found you, sitting in the sand, legs drawn to your chest with the sea lapping against bare toes. The air was still, even the animals had gone quiet, as if everything was watching the interaction waiting to take place. Your eyes stared unseeing into the vast expanse of ocean. Tom sat himself beside you and simply waited. Soon enough, you spoke.

“I know what I want to do, but the guilt of taking that action would tear me up inside”

You bent forward and traced nonsensical shapes in the sand, forcing tears back. Tom’s mind raced, fearful of what your words meant. “I’m not sure I quite understand what you mean, my dear.” His voice trembles slightly. He looks down to your hand, which had stopped moving, only to see that you had written the word ‘Reset’ into the sand. His breath hitches, and he utters your name in alarm causing you to flinch.

“You can’t possibly mean that,” his voice becomes panicked, and he scrambles to his feet, spraying sand everywhere. “Why would you want to do that? I thought you were happy here? Just please, tell me what’s wrong and I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to fix it!” His tail lashes back and forth and his hands are clenched at his sides, nails digging into palms.

“It’s nothing you can do,” you sob, curling into yourself, the dam around you emotions crumbling down. “You don’t think I’ve already tried to fix it myself?” I can’t anymore Tom!”

Tom falls back to his knees and draws you into his embrace, clutching you tightly. “Please,” his voice shakes, tears wetting your hair. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to forget, not again.”

The small beach witnessed the forms of you two, crying together and clutching each other tightly as if it would kill you if you let go. And it would, in a way. The peaceful surroundings do nothing to comfort the two; one lost in guilt, the other in fear.

“I’ll come back, right away,” you promise, gripping the back of his jacket tightly. “I’ll find you, I always will.”

“It won’t be the same,” Tom whimpered. “No one will remember. Not even me.”

“I’ll make you remember,” you pulled back and stared Tom in his eyes. “I’ll fix this, and you’ll remember.”

Tom surged forward and pressed his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. You clung to each other, your nails digging into his shirt as his paws cradled your face. You moaned into the kiss as Tom brushed his body closer to yours, crowding you and pushing you back against the cliff wall. He slotted a knee between your legs and held you there, pinned beneath him. It was times like these that you forgot how strong he was beneath all that fur.

Lingering kisses are placed everywhere that Tom can reach, and your mind starts to get fuzzy. “Tom, you have to let me go,” you gasped, clutching the front of his shirt and pushing him back. Your eyes meet his, which are still dripping with tears.

“I love you. And I’ll be waiting, no matter how long we’re apart.” He vows.

You smile up at him, “I’ll see you soon,” you promise, and lean in to kiss him.

And the world crumbles away.

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Did I cry while writing this? Yes, yes I did.

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Genuinely getting so frustrated with the layout of my island. It’s getting to the point where I just wanna scrap it and start the game over. I’ve gotten far in the game but also haven’t at the same time, and idk if it would be worth it for me to start over at this point. But at the same time I really wanna have the island layout where I want it to be now that I have a good idea of how the game mechanics work. Idk, thoughts?

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New Perspective: Chapter 3

Sorry for the late upload, i just finished finals recently so i’m trying to catch up on lost sleep. Anyways, here’s chapter 3 of New Perspective! See the end for additional notes and the tag list.

Tom Nook x Reader

Slow Burn

Warnings: Spoilers for Animal Crossing: New Horizons

Words: 1.8K

Links: Prologue  -  Chapter 1  -  Chapter 2  -  Chapter 3 (You are here!)

Any photos or gifs do not belong to me, Animal Crossing: New Horizons does not belong to me. Only my writing belongs to me.

gif originally posted by @k-eke

Animal Crossing: New Perspective

Chapter 3

             Despite last night’s events still ping ponging off the walls in your head, noting about the day seemed too out of the ordinary. The air was bright and crisp, and the fish were biting. Biting as though they might be starving because you just pulled your sixth fish out of the water with a mighty tug of your fishing pole. “Another sea bass…” the grumble left your lips as you slipped the fish into the bucket at your feet. The common fish usually weren’t too bad to catch, but it started to get tiring after pulling one out for the fifth time in a row. Your next cast into the water was interrupted by loud, cheerful shouts of your name coming through the trees.

           Two small tanuki children burst through the trees and crash into you; the sudden weight causes all three of you to tumble back into the water of the stream with a large splash. Sputtering to the surface and wading your way back to the bank, the kids have the decency to look shameful, but the hilarity of the situation sets in, and soon laughter fills the air. “Well now that we’ve all had our baths,” you gasp for breath through your giggles, “What can I do for you two?”

           Still breathless, Tommy managed to speak first. “Dad gave us three Nook Miles tickets for a trip to a nearby island and we want you to come with us!” Sitting up and pushing wet hair out of your eyes, you grin at them. “Well wasn’t that nice of him. Is… he coming too?” you ask hesitantly. “Nope,” Timmy says, “He said he has to do paperwork with Blathers today so he’s gonna be busy.” You nod to yourself; it would make sense since he was the head of the island, and would have to spend time taking care of important things like that. Unbeknownst to you, Timmy and Tommy share a look with each other.

           “Well!” you exclaim. “We better get dried off and get going then! No time to waste.” The boys squeal in excitement rush to help you bring your things to your tent and grab any tools you may need on your trip. Soon enough with their help, everything is ready and you all head over to the airport. “Hey Orville.” You greet the dodo behind the counter who snaps his book shut at your approach. “Hey hey hey! Welcome to your one and only gateway to the skies, the Avviare Airport! What can I help you guys with today?” Timmy bolts up to the counter and all but throws Orville the three tickets. “We want fly!” He shouts, almost visibly vibrating with excitement. Tommy is grasping your hand with his paw, but is bouncing in place, equally as excited as his brother. “Roger!” Orville chuckles at him. “Let’s get you all airborne then!” He takes the tickets and inputs the information onto the computer. “Dodo One, this is Dodo Tower, Wilbur, you copy?” He speaks into his headset, “Got some walkers who need wings, over.” Seeming satisfied with the response he gets; he turns to you all and nods. “Alright, you’re all set to go! Timmy and Tommy, can you guys tell me what you think when you need to travel?” The kids stare at him for a minute before Tommy pipes up. “What would dodos do?”

           “Exactly!” Orville cheers. “And for that Tommy, you get to board first!” Tommy beams up at you and you grin back, ushering him forward to the small hallway leading to the plane. Timmy follows, hot on his heels as they race to get good seats by a window. You share a smile and wave goodbye to Orville, following after the overeager little tanukis. Entering the plane, you greet Wilbur, who is occupied with convincing the kids to stop racing around the cabin and get into their seats so he could take off. “Timmy, Tommy,” you warn, giving them the parent look. That gets them to stop and they sheepishly take their seats, leaving one open between them for you. Wilbur shoots you a thankful glance and starts up the plane. Take off is smooth and soon enough you level out in the sky.

           Tommy settles down and snuggles into your side, lulled by the humming of the plane and the low lights of the cabin. Timmy occupies the time by asking questions about the island you would be visiting for the day. He was very curious about what different bugs and flowers would be on the island, as well as different fish that may lurk in the waters. You entertain him and playfully make up different species of animals that may be on this island or even the next. He seems enamored with the idea and jots down each different thing into a little notebook he carried with him. He shows you some of the entries in the first pages and they are filled with detailed drawings and entries of some of the diverse bugs, fish, and flora around Avviare. “Timmy, this is amazing!” you gush, astonished by the amount of detail filling the pages. Timmy bushes. “Tommy does the drawings, and Blathers helps me with any information I may be missing. He won’t help me with the bugs though cause he’s scared of them.”

           “Blathers should consider employing you instead of your Dad,” you tease, poking him in the stomach. His giggles wake his brother, who sleepily lifts his head. “Are we there yet?” he yawns. Just as you look out the window to check, Wilbur’s voice crackles to life over the cabin speakers. “Alright travelers! We’ll be landing shortly so make sure you’re buckled up.” Checking your seatbelts, you all settle in for the landing.

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           “Wow!” you exclaim, seeing the natural unkempt beauty of the island. Its smaller than Avviare, but still lush with trees and flowers. Timmy races off and starts exploring immediately, notebook and pencil in hand. Tommy remains closer to your side, choosing to just look around instead. “Look!” he gasps, tugging on your hand and pointing over to an area across the river. A campfire is burning, and a figure can be seen walking around. “Come on, lets go see who that is,” you urge. One small vault over the river later, Tommy and you walk up to a brown and yellow tiger with a blue dress and greet her.

           “Hiii! Fab to meet you! I’m Bangle! Are you visiting from another island too?”

           “Hello,’ you greet back, smiling. “I’m _____ and this is Tommy. His brother Timmy is off somewhere looking at bugs. We’re from Avviare; we’re just visiting for the day.”

           “Avviare? Oh! You mean the brand-new island that just got settled! Word travels fast around these parts. Wow, that’s a big trip just to come hang out with me on this neat little island! We should get to know each other while you’re here!”

           You nod, eager to make a new friend. “Tommy, why don’t you go help your brother with his research? I’m sure he could use an extra pair of paws.” Tommy nods and quickly hugs you before running off to find his brother. “He’s sooo cute!” Bangle gushes, watching him go. “Are they yours?”

“Oh gosh no, you sputter, “They’re my… friend’s children.” Bangle nods understandingly. “They seemed to have attached themselves to you though. I’ve only seen little Tommy’s interaction with you, but I can already tell that they love you! How adorable!” You blush, but your smile widens with her words.

           Bangle sighs contentedly and stretches. “The only thing better than kicking back and chilling on an island would be… TO DO IT FOREVER! If I lived on an island, I’d be the calmest, chillest tiger pop star ever!” An idea sparks in your head. “Bangle, you could move to our island? We only have three residents including me, and it would be great for you and Avviare if you moved in.”

           “Ohmigosh, move to Avviare? Yesss!!!” Bangle gasps and squeals excitedly. “I could move to any old island, but this is way better since you’ll be there! You hear that world? I’m…-” She spins in a circle before doing a cute pose. “- moving to Avviare!!” You clap for the excited tiger who is now muttering about moving plans under her breath. “If you call Tom Nook, he should be able to get everything sorted out for you.” You send her the business number for Nook Inc as well as your number for her to call when she gets ready to move in. “Thank you so much _____!” Bangle gushes, capturing you in a tight hug. You wheeze slightly from the pressure but hug her back.

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           The day on the island passes relatively quickly after that and soon dusk is permeating the island. Pockets laden down with various things you had collected from the island, both you and the boys made your way back to Wilbur who was waiting with the plane. He chuckles when he sees your tired forms approaching. “Home it is then?” he asks, looking at you three over the top of his aviators. Timmy and Tommy yawn while you nod. “The boys have had a full day and so have I.”

           “Roger that! Climb aboard sleepyheads,” he teases. “Let’s get you all home.”

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             Adding ‘Child Carrier’ to your list of self-appointed jobs seemed on the table as you had one tanuki child held in each arm. Both were fast asleep, having passed out shortly after takeoff. Walking was a bit of a chore with the three extra bags you had to carry as well but waking them up was no bueno. When you came up to the sandy portion of the main area of Avviare, Nook exited the Resident Services tent to greet you. He opened his mouth upon seeing you carrying the sleeping twins, but you shushed him before he could speak. Nook shook his head in exasperated fondness and gently slid one of the boys from your arms into his as well as taking one of the bags. He motioned with his head to another nearby tent that housed him and the twins when they weren’t working during the day.

           Luckily you and Nook were able to put Timmy and Tommy to bed without them waking. Nook exited the text and you followed, but not before pressing a quick kiss to each of the boys’ heads. Zipping the tent behind you, you stand and stretch, joints popping with satisfying noises. “I take it you all had an exciting day?” Nook observed, watching you with amusement. “Oh definitely, it was wonderful. The boys did some great research and I managed to collect a lot of resources for here.”

           Nook nodded along as you both walked along the beach and you entertained him with some of the antics that went on throughout the day. Night had fallen by this point and the moon was out, casting soft light down. Crickets chirped and a breeze whistled through the island. Nook walked you back to your tent and you part with a hug. As you get ready for bed, you find a note in your pocket from Tom. “You look beautiful :) “ it reads, and you fall asleep, clutching the note close to your chest.

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There’s the end of chapter 3! This one is shorter than the other but took me a lot longer to write. My brain is kinda shot from school but hopefully ill have some longer chapters for you all coming up.

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