➥ summary: miles and his girlfriends playing monopoly and when miles girlfriend lands on the jail miles makes a comment
➥ a/n: based on this post written by @archiviststar
Miles Morales hurriedly made his way to (Y/N)'s place, concern etched on his face. His girlfriend had fallen ill, and he wanted to be by her side, offering comfort and support. As he entered her home, he was greeted by a quiet atmosphere, the subdued ambiance reflecting (Y/N)'s condition.
(Y/N) was nestled under a cozy blanket on the couch, her face pale and tired. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Miles, a weak smile playing on her lips. She appreciated his presence, knowing that he was there to take care of her.
"Hey, babe," Miles said softly, crouching down beside the couch. "How are you feeling?"
(Y/N) managed a faint smile. "I've been better, but having you here makes everything better."
Miles reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well. But I'm here to take care of you. Is there anything I can do?"
(Y/N) pondered for a moment before a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Actually, there is one thing that might help me feel better."
Curiosity piqued, Miles leaned in closer. "What is it?"
(Y/N) grinned. "Let's play a couple of rounds of Monopoly. It always cheers me up, and I think it would distract me from feeling sick."
Miles chuckled, realizing the truth in (Y/N)'s words. Monopoly had been their go-to game, an endless source of laughter and friendly competition. He knew that playing a game together could bring some much-needed levity to the situation.
"Sounds like a plan," Miles agreed, retrieving the familiar box from the shelf. He set up the board on a coffee table near the couch, making sure (Y/N) had a clear view.
As they settled in, the game quickly became a welcome distraction. The clatter of dice, the sound of their laughter, and the strategic negotiations over property ownership filled the room, momentarily whisking away the worries of illness.
(Y/N) felt her spirits lifting as she focused on the game, the monotony of being sick fading into the background. Miles's company and their playful banter brought a warmth to her heart that medicine alone couldn't provide.
As (Y/N) rolled the dice, anticipation filled the air. She watched as the dice tumbled, and with a hint of disappointment, saw that she had rolled a six. She moved her piece accordingly, landing on the dreaded jail square.
Miles, sitting beside her, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. A playful smile tugged at his lips as he spoke, "I'll tell you something now, jail is not fun."
(Y/N) turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She playfully challenged his statement, "Oh yeah? And how would you know? Have you ever been to jail?"
Miles straightened up, adopting a matter-of-fact tone. "Yes, once actually... in Monopoly, much like you currently are."
A burst of laughter escaped (Y/N)'s lips, the playful banter lightening the mood. She couldn't help but appreciate Miles's playful response, his ability to find humor in any situation. The shared laughter brought a sense of comfort and ease, reminding them that even in the face of sickness, joy could still be found.
As the game continued, they navigated the twists and turns of Monopoly, their competitive spirits sparking friendly rivalries. Each roll of the dice brought excitement and anticipation, their focus momentarily diverted from the illness that had temporarily plagued (Y/N).
Through the ups and downs of the game, (Y/N) felt the weight of her sickness temporarily lifted. Miles's presence by her side, offering comfort and shared laughter, served game progressed, they found themselves engrossed in the world of Monopoly, the outside world fading away. The simple joy of rolling dice, making strategic choices, and playfully taunting each other brought a sense of normalcy to their time together.
Hours flew by, and the game eventually came to an end. They tallied up their fortunes, reflecting on the twists and turns of their virtual real estate empire. Regardless of the game's outcome, it was the moments shared, the laughter, and the connection between them that truly mattered.
As they packed up the board, (Y/N) looked at Miles, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "Thank you for playing with me. It truly made me feel better."
Miles returned her smile, his eyes filled with affection. "Anytime, love. I'm always here to bring some joy to your day, even if it's through a game of Monopoly."
In that moment, they both knew that their connection was deeper than just a game. It was the unwavering support, the shared laughter, and the ability to find solace in each other's presence that made their relationship special. Monopoly had simply become a vessel for their love to shine through, reinforcing the strength of their bond.
As the evening drew to a close, (Y/N) leaned against Miles's side, feeling a sense of comfort and contentment. They may have landed in jail on the Monopoly board, but in each other's arms, they found a sense of freedom and love that surpassed any game or challenge that life could throw their way.
