#slowburn?

until we dock

miles morales x blackfem reader | summer cruise AU

wc: 2.4k

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a/n: sorry 4 late post guys i got distracted watching tonight's love island ep while writing...

resource tags // @cafekitsune // @honeyluvsw

somewhere between uno and lunch, your exit strategy disappears completely. one game became three and three soon became six. and somehow the one hour you'd promised to your mom had quietly turned into an entire afternoon.

"absolutely not." Miles slid a card onto the table dramatically. "nope. not happening."

"What are you talking about??" Naomi asked, poking her head out slightly.

"teams."

"there are no teams in uno." Amir chimed.

"okay well it is now, as group leader." Miles bickered, both of his hands flattening out his shorts.

you watched the argument unfold from beside him, trying not to laugh because you don't feel that in-place yet.

trying, and failing.

"Me and her."

"What?" you perked up.

"We're a team, partners." he said, scooting even closer to you. "you don't want to be partners with anyone else, they suck." his hands hovered over yours to see the deck of cards that you were holding. "may I?"

"okay so this is cheating—" Amir interrupted.

"we're strategizing." He reasoned, not even bothering to meet his eyes but intensely focusing on your cards like they were the holder to your secrets. his hand brushed briefly over yours as his scent got more familiar. "no no no no no—" he whispered beside you, "don't play that one." he suggested, gently tucking the card to the bottom of your deck. "okay so—we should save those, just in case—always save the skips." He whispered delicately, only for you.

"whatever you say.." you whisper back, staring at the cards like you understood what was going on, knew how to strategize an uno game...like match the colors/numbers and call it a day.

three turns later..

"BOOM." Miles slapped his hand on the table triumphantly as you placed the draw four exactly when he told you to.

the table erupted into groans and gasps.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR—"

"WTF???????!!!"

you just sat there with a shy smile on your face but you were definitely fighting back the biggest grin of your life, because you like to win just as much as he does, you're just more humble.

Miles slid his hand towards yours for a high five? dap? you couldn't tell, you just gulped and lightly pressed your hand onto his. immediately his hand slapped yours followed with a join of fingers.

"too easy."

and by the end of the third game you knew everyone's names.

Naomi, Kiara, Samira, Elias, Mateo, Amir, Jules, Elena and Miles of course.

Naomi was loud in a comforting way, the type of person who made friends with cashiers and would give you a pep talk in the club bathroom when you're seconds away from drunk calling your ex boyfriend. you liked her a lot.

The boys somehow managed to argue over absolutely everything and used one of the girls to break ties to justify their pointless arguments.

after that very intense uno tournament everyone just lingered around the table scrolling on their phones, occasionally looking over each others shoulders and sending each other videos even though they were an arm's length away from each other until Miles announced—

"im starving." he groaned, his arms extending along the headrests of the couch, his head lolling back in dramatic exhaustion.

"you always are, fatass." Mateo quipped, slapping his exposed Adam's apple playfully from behind.

Miles yelped and clutched his throat protectively, "its literally noon—how am i a fatass?!?"

"you're always the first one to get hungry, all you talk about is your next meal."

"psh—whatever. IM hungry so IM gonna eat." he murmured before his eyes softened meeting yours. "you hungry?"

to be honest you've been starving for the past hour, clutching your stomach every time it threatened to growl but didn't want to say anything out of anxiety.

you shrugged. "i could eat."

everyone ended up at one of the casual restaurants overlooking the water, floor to ceiling windows framed the endless blue ocean.

you couldn't help but notice the ridiculous size of Miles' burger, literally the size of your head.

"wow." you could've sworn you said that in your head.

"what??" He said, his hand palming the burger on both sides adjusting his grip as he decided what position should be the best bite.

"thats huge"

"protein." he quipped before taking a generous bite.

before you could even answer Naomi came back from the bathroom. "oh my god wait." she pointed at your shorts, "those are so cute."

you looked down instinctively. "these?"

"yes those."

"thanksss" you said shyly.

"where are they from??! i need them."

that somehow became a 20 minute conversation over pasta and apple juice. shorts became tops, jewelry, and then hairstyles. interactions like these always reminded you of how much of a social butterfly you could be once brought out of your shell.

you guys ended up exchanging socials and now just complimenting each other back and forth.

"oh my gosh this picture of you looks so good wtffffff, sickening." she gasped softly.

"yeahh i love my digital camera, i use it for pictures more than my phone."

"what camera?? Don't gatekeep, the quality is amazingggggg i love the orange flash thingy." she begged, looking over your pictures for the millionth time.

"the g7x, i got it as a gift."

"i want the g7x so baddddddd" she whined animatedly before lighting up with a thought, "do you have it on you!??"

"uhhh not right now but it's charging in my room." you said with a soft sigh feeling her disappointment. "but i can get it later—"

"REALLY??" she squealed happily.

Miles raised his eyebrow mid bite and tipped towards you both. "what are you guys screaming about??"

"camera." you both said in unison.

"you have a camera?" his finger pointed to you.

"not right nowww." you explained.

"HER PICTURES ARE SO CUTE" Naomi interrupted, shoving your instagram page in his face. his eyebrows softly raised as his hand slowly gravitated towards Naomi's phone.

he stared and snooped for a good minute.

longest minute of your life.

his lips slowly formed a big smile, still not looking up yet.

"these are niceeeee" he said softly. "really nice." he repeated, softly, almost to himself.

eventually someone suggested the pool, the answer was immediate.

"YES."

the group started moving almost instantly, but you hung back, not because you wanted to.

your phone buzzed.

Mom: alive?

You smiled.

You: yes :)

Mom: did you survive

You: shockingly yes

Mom: friends???

You: i think so actually

Three dots appeared immediately.

Mom: OH MY GOD

You laughed.

You: don't make it weird

Mom: too late

You: mom.

Mom: IM PROUD OF YOU

You were so distracted typing that you didn't realize the group had disappeared around the corner.

"Everything okay?"

You looked up.

Miles.

"Oh."

"okay—that's twice now."

"what?"

"you saying 'oh' when you see me. im starting to think you don't want me around you." he teased with a playful pout.

"no its not—"

"it definitely is."

He slowed his pace until he was walking beside you in unison. "you good?"

"yeah."

"sure?"

you nodded reassuringly. "just texting my mom."

"cute."

you laughed softly. "she wanted updates."

for a moment none of you said anything.

then,

"you know how to swim?"

you looked over. "enough to survive."

He blinked.

"what does that— either yes or no."

"It means if i get thrown into the pool i probably wont die."

"probably?"

"no promises."

He looked horrified.

"That's concerning." he said looking genuinely baffled. "that's a vital survival skill, you cant just halfass it! you never know!" He walked with his hands on his hips now, lecture ready. "but no worries, i was a lifeguard."

you looked over. "really?"

"mhm." he said proudly. "even saved a kid once. im a hero." he beamed.

you giggled lightly. "did you have to give cpr?"

"i mean—yeah, you HAVE to be cpr certified for any lifeguard job."

"hm. what else do you do?" you asked, your phone forgotten in your hand.

"i can do flips." he said, as if he was waiting for the opportunity to bring it up.

"oh brother."

"im serious. i can do a handstand underwater and everything!"

He pointed at you. "i could teach you."

you blinked.

"i'm a great teacher. you'll be in good hands."

you rolled your eyes. "the ego is insane."

"not ego, its confidence, and the confidence is very much earned, thank you." he sassed.

"sure."

"it is."

"sure."

"it is."

you laughed.

again.

The pool deck was chaos, music blasted from overhead speakers, kids ran through puddles, people claimed lounge chairs even though nobody owned them.

The boys immediately launched themselves into the water. no discussion.

splash.

chicken fights, someone nearly went blind from chlorine, the boys choking on water one too many times.

meanwhile— you and Naomi occupied two lounge chairs near the edge of the pool.

"your tan lines are insane."

she looked down proudly. "i work very hard for these." her torso bent to the side getting something out of her tote bag, a bottle of tanning oil. "THEEEE holy grail."

"those really work?"

"you see the credentials!" she said displaying her tan lines again. "you can use some girl, no problem."

"really?—you sure."

"yes of course! turn around ill get your back" she said carelessly positioning herself, beginning to lather the warm oil on her hands.

"this friendship is moving so fast." you chuckled.

"yes. i love it." Naomi said, her chin briefly resting on your shoulder affectionately before rubbing the oil on every crevice of your back for the most crisp tan lines and the afternoon settled around you two easily.

music, sunshine, and conversations.

you talked about college, music, clothes. just life.

Naomi told stories about cruise culture like an anthropologist documenting rare species.

"the cruise flirting is insane."

you laughed. "really?"

every once in a while you caught Miles looking over. not staring, just looking, sometimes he'd smile or do an over excited wave before getting slammed into the pool by one of his friends or yell something across the water.

the strange thing was it didn't feel awkward, nothing today had.

Earlier this morning these people had been strangers, now Naomi was your soul sister.

"a guy did like 20 pull ups on a random bar for my number yesterday." she chuckled out.

"did you give it to him??" you asked as you rubbed the remaining oil on your chest and legs.

"nah."

you both erupted in laughter.

Ewan x Reader

Warnings: No smut, but it’s definitely sensual. I’m planning on making multiple parts for you guys.

Overview: She is Tsahik in training of a forest clan. The Tìyawnìri people, those who dream. And he, a Mangkwan warrior, the people of fire and ash. When both clans collide in fierce battle, Ewan is stricken down. There, the young Tsahik in training sees it, the trail that leads to him.

She felt it before she saw him. The way Eywa’s hum thinned in the air—like breath held too long. Her fingers tightened around her bow as she slowed. The moss was cold, wet beneath her feet. A reminder of the night sky that cooled the earth beneath her. This part of the forest lay too close to the Ash paths. Too close to old warnings.

The cool trail beneath her toes grew warm. She smelt it before she saw it, the metallic scent of blood. Her tail flickered high with alert.

She should turn around. Turn around and return home.

Yet, her feet continued. Slowly following the trail of blood left behind.

The trail was fresh. Deep red blood smeared across rocks. She grows closer. Closer to the enemy, to the Mangkwan. She should stop now.

Instead, she follows it.

The trail led her to a dim ravine. It was dim beneath the canopy of trees. The air smelt faintly of smoke. And there, laying stiffly against a tree, a na’vi.

He’s covered in ash, dark, covering his form. His eyes meet hers.

“You are Mangkwan.” She states.

His eyes flicker with subtle recognition.

“I could kill you. I should kill you.” Her bow raises, arrow pointing.

His head cocks to the side, curiosity in his stare. “You are far from your paths.” He observes. His form is slouched, his large body slumped uncomfortably as he clutches at his abdomen.

“These are my clans forests…you trespass.” She rebuttals as her eyes trail over his form. “You’re bleeding—what happened?” She inquires quietly.

She should’ve shot him, right then and there. It was a clear shot. Something stopped her. Her body tingled with familiarity, her ears flicker with unease.

His jaw clenches, his form struggling to shift. “Your hunters.” He replies shakily. “They shoot first you…hesitate to shoot.”

That stung.

She stepped forward despite herself. Her senses flare— his scent sharp and smoky beneath blood and sweat. Wrong, dangerous. Her queue tingled faintly, an unfamiliar ache curling low in her spine.

She hated that.

“You should not be here.” She says as she kneels down, slowly.

His eyes watch hers.

“Neither should you.” He replies under his breath. “You are alone. Here. With me.”

His gaze dropped— briefly— to her throat, the slow rise of her chest, then returned to her eyes. Not possession. Awareness.

Electric.

Her breath caught before she could steady it.

She lowered the bow an inch. “If you move,” she warned, “I will not miss.”

“I believe you.” His voice dipped. “But you won’t shoot.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Eywa is loud around you,” he said. “And she has been silent with me for a long time.”

That did it.

Her heart stumbled painfully. No Mangkwan spoke of Eywa that way. They were not supposed to feel her. Not supposed to hear anything at all.

“You lie,” she whispered.

His expression hardened—not with anger, but something like old grief. “If I were lying, I would beg.”

Slowly, deliberately, he removed his hand from his side. Blood flowed freely now, dark and slick.

Her breath hitched.

“If you leave me,” he said, meeting her gaze without flinching, “I will bleed into your forest. Decide if that is something your goddess would want.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and breathing.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the herbs at her belt.

“I should let you die,” she said.

“Yes,” he agreed.

Their eyes held.

She knelt anyway.

And somewhere deep beneath the roots of the world, Eywa listened.

Project Gamma

After getting launched into Space by the illuminati, Hulk breaks free from his restraints and finds himself floating along in space. When he bumps into a strange ship, he clings on, hoping to get a ride back to Earth for some payback. However the astronaut that brings him in is on a one way trip. Ryland Grace and Bruce Banner find themselves in a predicament now as they work together to find a solution to the astrophage problem and their own growing feelings towards each other.

In other words, scientist x scientist thats kind of a slow burn?

Fic starts after the page break!

Chapter 1: Sudden Surprises (1,083 Words)

EDIT: heres part 1, part 2.

hi again! i didn't update yesterday because i went back and edited the other chapters :( i hope this chapter makes up for it, though! it's mostly fluff lol, no angst! i was also very sleep deprived while writing this

tw for a few swears? date: april 11th, 2026

wc: 1120

Chapter 4: Getting Closer

In the tenth grade, Sam had made it her mission to start acting...cooler. More normal.

She had joined the track team, and couldn't stop talking Josh's ear off about how much she wanted him at her meets.

Another part of being cooler meant going to all the big high school parties. Luckily, Josh was excited for her to finally join him in his party endeavors. They had always been his scene, and having Sam there would only make him happier.

At one of his infamous parties, Sam had just been standing in the corner, talking to Ashley about their next english test when her eyes caught Caleb's. He walked over to her with a sly grin. "Hey, Sam! Looking more-er, what's the word-mature than ever, I see." "Hi, Caleb." She didn't mean for her voice to sound so monotone, but this guy was a total jerk and way out of line! He had broken up with her, and now he's going over to her and practically eye-fucking her? "Now, why the sad face? Let me get you some soda. What do you like? Pepsi? Or some vegan bullshit?" "I'm good, thanks," she forced a polite smile. "Don't be ridiculous-" "Something going on here, Sammy?" Josh walked to stand behind her, slinging his arm over her shoulder with a sleazy grin on his face while giving Sam a kiss on the cheek, taking just long enough to make her ex-boyfriend uncomfortable.

"Oh, hi Caleb. Didn't know you'd be here. Sammy, how about you join me and the guys for a game of pool?" "That would be great," Sam smiled, taking his arm and walking away from Caleb. Once the asshole was out of earshot, she sighed, relieved. "Thank you, so much, for getting me out of that." "No problem, Sammy!" Josh grinned. "You really-really sold the bit that we were dating." Sam laughed, patting his back before pulling away. His expression dropped a little, but he forced a smile. "Yeah. The bit."

A few hours into the party, Josh had gotten drunk. Sam had no idea how or why there even was alcohol! He was making grabby hands towards her, lying on the couch. "Sammyyy, my head hurts." She looked to the other end of the sofa, and watched Beth help Chris up with a soft lovesick look in her eye. Sam sighed and helped Josh up, slinging his arm around her shoulders and letting him lean on her. Almost everyone had left, save for Matt and Ashley, who offered to stay and clean up. "It's okay, Josh," Sam replied, handing him a cup of water. "Just try to sober up for me, okay?" "Mmf, I don't want to sober up. You look so pretty like this..." he grinned, reaching out a hand to touch her face. He smelled like shit. "Josh. C'mon hon!" After failing to get him up the stairs, Sam let him lie down on the couch with a bucket on the floor in case he needed to throw up. Josh grinned, "How come you always know what I need, Sammy?" "My mom drinks a lot, too. I learned how to take care of her," Sam shrugged. "That's saaad." Josh frowned. And then he was out like a light.

The next day at school, everything was fine again. Sam bumped into Josh in the morning, and he looked a lot better than he did last night. "Sammy! I wanted to ask, ummmmm...can I pick you up after school, maybe we go eat somewhere? You know, as a thank you for taking care of me last night." "I-um-sure!" Sam smiled. "Great! I'll pick you up in the parking lot after school. Sound okay?" "Yeah! I'll see you then!" "It's a date." Sam felt giddy, like a middle schooler who held hands with her schoolgirl crush for the first time. Going to her locker to grab her stuff, Jessica was waiting there. "Oh my god Sam, what was that? You and Josh Washington are together?" "We're just hanging out, Jess! It's no big deal." "It is a big deal! I totally knew you liked him. Do Hannah and Beth know?" "First of all, I don't like him! Second of all, no, they don't know because I don't. Like. Him." "Whatever you say, darling," Emily snickered behind Jessica.

By the end of the day, Sam was waiting patiently in the parking lot. She was so nervous. What if it was all some big joke? She wouldn't be surprised if everyone came out laughing at her for thinking she had a chance with Josh- Then he came out.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, Sammy. Mrs. Applebee wanted to see me, something about an essay I'm not going to do." She blushed, "You should focus on your schoolwork." "How can I, when such a beautiful girl is standing right in front of me?" Sam laughed and touched his shoulder, while Josh opened the door of his car and let her in. He took her to a small, cozy diner that smelled of something indescribable. "It's vegan," he promised. "I know you'd go nuts if it wasn't."

She smiled, "You know me so well." A waitress walked over with a polite smile. "Aw, well aren't you two a lovely couple! What can I get ya?" "Actually, we're not a-" Sam started. "One milkshake, please. Two straws." Josh winked at her at the waitress walked away. Sam frowned. "What was that?" He leaned back, shrugging. "How would you react if I--hypothetically-- asked you to be my girlfriend?" Her face went red. Her breathing quickened. Her heartbeat was beating so loud in her chest, she was sure Josh could hear it. He smiled lazily, spreading his legs. His eyes remained locked on hers--it was a little creepy, how serious he looked. "I would hypothetically have to ask if you got Hannah and Beth's permission." He raised his eyebrows. "Oh. Alright." "Is that okay?" Sam smiled nervously. What if she had just lost her chance to be with Josh. "Yeah. Of course." He grinned. "Do I need their permission to share a milkshake with you, though? Just as friends." For now.

"I think they'd be okay with that." "Good."

They drank and ate together, and talked until it got late. It was dark outside, but neither of them could tell until Sam got a call from her mom asking when she'd be home. "Oh, sorry mom!" She looked back at Josh with a sheepish smile. "I'll start heading back now." The drive home had been quiet, with music playing softly in the background. Josh walked her up to her door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sammy." he smiled at her, looking down into her eyes. She'd never seen him this soft. Everything was okay.

im sorry guys :( i feel like this chapter is a little short but i'm just sooo tired! maybe i'll update it tomorrow idk

thanks for reading!

-ice <3

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Rating: G

Fandom: Super Doomspire

Pairings: Books, Bank, and Baron

Most of the day, Books doesn't seem to mind the noise coming from the city. This time, he suddenly got a thorn in his heart. A party just for three, a place too big for comfort, and the moonlight makes it irritating to the eyes. Will he trust again?

Characters and world based on Super Doomspire. Made by Polyhex and Bluetreefrog.

LINKS: https://www.wattpad.com/story/408018814-moonlight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80373886

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish x female!Reader

Wc: ~2 K ; part two

warnings: being kind of stressed out, 'crazy' chemistry professor Soap, no y/n used, Johnny and Reader are about the same age, the name of the university is fictional

summary: You and Johnny are two professors at a university, and he often catches you working late in your office. Also, you're just really good friends and there's probably more to it.

a/n: I don't know how I got that in my head, it's a quick drabble, but I hope I could get my idea across, even if my first language isn't english. Have fun!

Redcrest High Academy, Monday 11:21 PM

Work is fun. At least for you, and that's also what you're trying to tell yourself every time you have to stay in late. It's a pretty social workplace, getting to meet rather famous professors but also some pretty edgy students. Fortunately, you don't have to deal with the edgy kind of students since you're only a history professor. And also take part in some psychology lectures, where most of the edgy students are. Very unfortunate.

Series: Miraculous Ladybug AU Criteria: Marinette has always thought she could stand anyone, and then she met Adrien Agreste. AU title (optional): Love is a Battlefield

So we start the series with the first meeting of Adrien and Marinette being the gum scene, only the umbrella scene does not happen. Placing him solidly in the Chloe category without the chance of redemption. Adrien figures that Chloe was right and that she was just mean.

Publicly, the two are… tense, and trying to kill each other with kindness. If they are alone, they are catty and snippy at each other.

The first to theorize that there is something else there is Alya and Nino together seeing their friends obsessing about each other, and acting as the go-between more than once.

Their denial of the spreading and growing rumor mills is only adding fuel to the fire. They don't know how to make it stop.

Their annoyance leads to a competitiveness to be better than the other in things like Fencing, grades, baking, modeling, designing, hating Gabriel Agreste… Okay, so they may actually have a bonding moment over that one once Marinette sees the real Gabriel.