Pairing: E!42 Miles x Black!Fem!Spider-person!reader
Your laptop has seen better days. Ever since you started downloading all those Sims 4 mods, it’s been lagging more and more each day. Now, right in the middle of typing an extremely important paper, it completely shuts off. The fan lets out a weak whirr before dying completely. The screen stayed black. No blinking cursor, no familiar startup sound just a lifeless, overheated mess.
Every attempt to fix it? A failure. System reboot? Dead. Hard reset? No luck. Staring at it, hoping some magical force will bring it back to life? HA you thought.
Feeling defeated, you fold your arms over the laptop and rest your head on the desk. But the moment your hand brushes against the metal, a sharp, searing heat shoots through your skin.
“BITCH-!”, you yelp, quickly sitting upright shaking your hand from the pain of the burn. Frustrated, you pull your hoodie sleeves down over your hands and fling the overheated laptop onto your bed.
At this point, your only option is going to the Apple Store… and waiting however many hours just to have some tech nerd tell you it’ll cost a million dollars to fix. Yeah, nah.
Your phone lights up, casting a faint glow onto your ceiling. You spin your chair, already annoyed that someone would dare text you at this time of crisis. (How tf would they know?) But when you see the contact name—“Miles ᥫ᭡”—your annoyance fades just a little.
Miles: “Baby, you eat yet? I’m going by the asian spot in a minute i’ll pick something up”.
…Why didn’t you think of this sooner?
“I need your help- when you leave the restaurant meet me back at your house k?”
“I can’t just come get you?”
“Absolutely not..meet me back there”
“Fine, what do you want tho?”
“Pork dumplings and wonton soup”
“I will ill see you later!”
(gif of Oscar Proud running)
“Mommy! Have you seen my bag?!”
About 15 minutes later you’re dressed and ready to go. As you open the front door your greeting by a familiar figure with big long curly hair, a forrest green hoodie, and his back turned to you.
You trail down the steps of your apartment building. “Miles!”
He turns around, one hand tucked into his hoodie pocket, the other holding a plastic takeout bag that’s practically glowing from the heat of your food. His face is soft under the dim streetlight, brows slightly raised like he’s waiting for you to explain why you just yelled out his name like that.
“You good?” he asks, watching you walk down.
“I said meet at your house…” You hop off the last step and stride toward him.
Miles shrugs. “The food didn’t take long—” He lifts his arm, wordlessly inviting you under his embrace. “And you know damn well I’m not letting you walk alone.”
Rolling your eyes, you open your arms and step into his hug with a sigh. The warmth of it, of him, helps ease the aching tension in your body.
Miles watches your body language noticing how frustrated you seem to be. “Whats wrong ma?” He asks rubbing his hand up and down your back.
Shrugging off your bag, you pull out your laptop and set the bag on the stoop of your house. “You know that paper for Ms. Anton’s class…”
He nods, taking a sip of his tea.
“So boom, I was typing it up, and then the computer crashed.” Your eyes flick to his drink. “Can I have some?”
Miles doesn’t even hesitate, tilting the straw toward you. You take a quick sip before continuing.
“Thank you. Anyway, just straight-up died on me. Tried to reboot it? Nope. Couldn’t find shit on YouTube. Apple Store is mad far, and I am not tryna pay for it.” You gesture dramatically before pointing at him. “Then, all of a sudden, you text me, and I’m like, ‘Oh em gee, wait… we got tech support at home.’”
Miles stood there chewing on his straw as he watched you ramble, his eyes locked onto yours. A small smile played on his lips, making you pause mid-sentence.
“Whatchu smiling for—” you ask, shifting your weight onto your left side.
Miles snickers, biting down on his straw as he listens. “We got tech support at home, baby?”
He presses his cup to his chest, pointing at himself. “I’m tech support?”
“Yes! Can you look at it, please? I don’t wanna have to rewrite the whole thing…”
This time, he nods, pulling you back into him before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry, I gotchu.”
Miles grabs your bag, scooping it up, and gestures for you to put the computer back in and zip it. He slings the bag onto his back, handing you the cup.
“I could’ve carried it…” you say reaching out for the bag.
He shakes his head. “I got it. Do you back your shit up?”
You turn to stare at him, already knowing where this is going. “…You know I don’t—”
You two walk back to Miles’ place, the evening air a welcome relief, with each step grounding you further, his presence easing the tension you didn’t even realize you were holding onto. The city lights cast a soft glow as you make your way through the streets, and within 10 minutes, you arrive at his place.
You make your way upstairs into his room and with Mrs. Rio not home you eat your food in his room.
You pass him the laptop, your fingers brushing as he takes it from you. He opens it up, going straight to work without hesitation. Of course, you already tried the system reboot, but you let him go ahead. Miles presses the necessary keys, leaning back in his swivel chair, casually eating his Lo Mein, waiting for something to shake.
“Damn…” He curses under his breath when the attempt doesn’t work. “You sure you didn’t back anything up?”
You tug at the hem of your shirt, trying to keep it together. “It sounds like you’re about to tell me it’s unfixable…”
He glanced over at you eyebrows slightly raised. “You putting words in my mouth.”
You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes. “Do I look like I back anything up? If I dropped my phone today, all my pictures would be gone—” Then, it hits you, the one thing you forgot about. Your photography class photos. “Nooo, my pictures!” You cry out, dramatically flopping back onto his bed.
Miles chuckles, trying to keep you calm. “Ba- no no, come here, come here…” He stands and gently pulls you into his lap. “You’re good, I’m bout to see what I can do. And nah, you look like someone who downloads hundreds of mods and wonders why their computer suddenly decides to self-destruct.”
You rest your head against his shoulder, his presence grounding you as the tension fades. “Don’t judge me—my Sims deserve better than white girl hair…” You sit up, grabbing one of your dumplings and eating it.
Miles flips the laptop upside down and wraps his arm around your waist, effortlessly rolling over to his drawer of tools. “You telling me you got Wicked Whims for more hairstyles?”
“Shut the fu—” You catch yourself before you go any further, letting out a small sound of frustration instead. “Mm.”
Miles turns to you, raising an eyebrow. “Who you talkin’ to?”
You roll your eyes. “You. It has romantic stuff too, not just… yeah.” You add, leaning back a bit in your defense, knowing you lost that one.
“Yeah.” He said smirking arrogantly.
While you finish your food, Miles sets the laptop on his lap, leaning forward to unscrew the bottom panel. The sound of the small screws twisting free breaks the silence, and he carefully removes the cover, exposing the insides. His eyes narrow as he starts examining the motherboard and wires, tapping at the components with a practiced hand. You watch him, the quiet intensity of the moment making your own frustration with the laptop fade into the background.
That’s the first time he’s said your real name all day.
With furrowed eyebrows you turn to him spooning wontons into your mouth. “Yeah?”.
“How hot did this shit get..one of the wires fried and melted.” he said holding up the severed wire.
The moment lingers between you, Miles holding up the damaged wire like it’s evidence in a case. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel the concern simmering beneath it.
“You ain’t feel that?” His voice is edged with something between disbelief and quiet frustration, his brows slightly drawn together.
You set your bowl down. “I was locked in,” you say simply. “It didn’t get that hot until today when it burned me.”
“Y/N, this is fried. Like, melted fried.” His tone is steady, but there’s something knowing in his gaze—like he’s clocking more than just the wire.
You blink at him, then at the ruined piece in his hand. You don’t have an excuse, really. So you just shrug. “Guess I got used to it.”
That makes him pause. His fingers fiddle with the wire before he sighs and tosses it onto his desk. He doesn’t say anything at first, just leans back in his chair, watching you. Then, after a beat—
Miles tilts his head slightly. “Let shit burn before you react.”
Your stomach twists, but you keep your expression neutral, your gaze flicking to your food like you suddenly need another bite. “You searching for innuendos in a broken computer- i’m good Miles…like in fine”
His gaze shifts to the side before narrowing back at you. “I didn’t say you wasn’t..”
He knew something was up. Normally, you wouldn’t be this stressed about a single paper—one you could knock out again in a couple of hours.
You shrug, picking up your bowl and spoon again. “Aight, cool. Sooo, let’s move on… can it be fixed or?”
He doesn’t answer for a minute, gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say next. Eventually, he sighs, realizing he can’t just pry an answer out of you. Instead, he takes another approach.
“Yeah—yeah, I can fix it… but it’s gonna take a minute, and it’s already late. You wanna stay the night, baby?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.
With a faint smile, you nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”
“Aight. Lemme ask my mom—she’ll prolly say it’s cool.”
Suddenly, he taps your thigh, signaling for you to stand up. As you do, he walks over to a drawer and pulls out clothes for you to change into. “Go take a shower, I’ll start on this, okay?”
“K.” You take the clothes from his hands and make your way to the door before pausing. Turning back, you walk up to him, pulling him down slightly for a quick peck. “I love you…”
He obliges, tilting your chin in his hand to press a kiss to your cheek before ushering you toward the bathroom. “I love you, ma.”
I love this and hate it at the same time but i think i’m getting better! Thank you for reading!!<3
