#e1610miles x black!reader

[zoandreez]

do for love ☆・:.,;*

pairing: e1610!milesmorales x blackfem!reader

summary: "what's a self care day?" miles said after you told him you were gonna be busy today. you couldn't help but invite him over and relax with him for the day.

word count: 1.1k

genre: fluff

a/n: first spiderverse fic!!

you were exhausted. your head throbbed with irritation for the past couple of days from stress. you couldn't even think properly with the F you got on your test raging in the back of your mind, not to mention your parents were on your case about it all week.

you figured after an allowance cutoff, and your chemistry grade dropping from an A to a C+, it couldn't get any worse. and as if fate was playing the worlds cruelest trick on you, you lost your airpods friday morning after waking up late and missing your geometry class.

so, you decided to take a self care day tomorrow.

you woke up late today, since you didn't need to get ready for school. in your dorm, you noticed your roomate was already gone. you sat up, rubbing your head. checking your phone groggily, you noticed the time. 10:31 AM. you would be in third period by now.

before you coulld figure out your plans for the day, you immediately got a call from "miles, mh 💗." you picked up, and you heard him sigh with relief.

"hey ma, where are you? i've been calling for the past 20 minutes."

"i'm just taking a break today."

"what do you mean?"

"im having a self care day."

"what's a self care day?

"..nigga are you serious? you're spiderman and you've never taken a break to take care of yourself?"

miles was silent for a moment. it was like he was thinking of what to say, but before he could explain his lack of mental health breaks, you cut him off.

"come to my dorm, we're taking a break day." you didn't even hesitate to invite him to relax with you. he was able to keep you sane, and it was comforting knowing he could be apart of it.

"on my way," he said, before hanging up.

after a moment, miles showed up at your dorm. you were still in your pajamas, but he showed up in his uniform. he was probably at school waiting for you, and you felt a bit guilty for not telling him about your break beforehand.

when you opened the door for him, his face immediately shifted to worry. "jesus, what happened to you?" he said as he looked you up and down.

your eyes were half-lidded, bags sunken, hand clutching your head. you had sighed when he said that, posture already slouched from stress. "this is not the time, just come in." you said, backing up so he can walk in the dorm.

as he walked in, you led him to the bathroom and pulled out your common "spa day" materials. a face mask, or two in this case, fash wash, scrub, shampoo, conditioner, and more.

you turned to miles and held out the two face masks: an aztec claymask, or a regular charcoal mask. "pick one," you urged. as he leaned towards the aztec, you looked at him questionably. "it hurts, are you sure?"

"why is it apart of your self care day if it hurts?"

"beauty is pain," you shrugged. "yes or no?"

"fine." he said, taking the aztec clay mask container out of your hand before reading the back. as he did that, you took a moment to brush your teeth.

"you know, you can take off your uniform."

"during school hours? with the chance of getting caught? i never thought you were that kind of person." miles joked. you elbowed him as you leaned forward to spit out the water.

"thats not what i meant. put on the hoodie you left in here last week." you wiped your mouth before handing him the face wash when he took off his uniform. "the fact that you don't know what a self care day is shows you are just dirty. how do you wash your face in the morning?"

"..water? and hand soap?"

you looked at him with a hint of disgust. "wash your face, boy."

"alright, damn," miles said chuckling before he leaned into the sink.

you left him in the bathroom while you changed out of your pajamas into a t-shirt and sweatpants. when miles came out the bathroom, he had on the hoodie you handed him and a pair of basketball shorts he probably got from his bag.

"alright, good. now come here," you jestured to your desk. he walked over and sat in the swivel chair, spinning it for a moment and putting his worn-24/7-but-still-amazingly-clean jordans before you stopped him. you held up the plastic butter knife you were holding before you pulled out a small container. you scooped up some of the mask and rubbed it onto his face. specifically, on any acne you saw.

somehow, with the worst skincare routine known to man, miles barely had any acne. you were jealous of how your boyfriend had such clear skin. especially with hand soap.

you leaned back to look at your work. miles looked like a confused alien covered in the green mask. you smiled before turning away to put the charcoal mask on yourself.

"so, what does this do?"

"it basically sucks toxins out of your skin and makes sure theres no dead skin clinging to your face. helps with upcoming acne or scars." you said mindlessly, the same explanation you heard time and time again from your own mother.

"ah," he replied, before plopping onto your dorm bed. you grabbed your computer and sat with him on the bed, scrolling through the amount of assignments you'd have to make up.

miles groaned before snatching your computer and opening netflix.

"it's 'sposed to be a self care day. no homework yet. what do you wanna watch?"

you looked at him, confused, but impressed. "have you seen 'missing' yet?"

"the one with the girl's mother who got kidnapped? nah, but i saw the trailer."

"let's watch that then," you said, opening the movie and clicking it before leaning on his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around your waist as you watched the movie, and you drifted off to sleep.

when you woke up, there was a wet paper towel on the nightstand next to your bed, stained with black and green. your macbook was neatly placed, charging, and there was a note.

"hey ma,

your roomate came back from her clases so i figured i wouldn't make it awkward. i tried my best to wipe off your face mask. you were right, that shit started burning, it was so tight.

anyways, sorry about whatever happened that made you feel so horrible this morning, but i hope your 'self care day' helped.

miles," in his infamous grafiti signature.

in the corner of the note was a spiderman logo, and a drawing of you asleep. you cracked a smile.

p/a/n: not my best work but thats ok sorry guys