dealbreaker | minnie
w.c ↠ 0.5k
pairings ↠ minnie x gn!reader
genre/s ↠ established relationship au!, fluff, drabble
description ↠ you learn something new about your fiancé Minnie every day. one morning you learn a habit of hers that makes you reconsider marrying her.
warning/s ↠ tooth-aching sweetness
a/n ↠ just a short, impossibly sweet one shot that gives a little insight into life with this cutie~
requested by anon
It was mere hours after dawn when you stirred, feeling as if you were wrapped in warm, soft heaven. Light spilled through the cracks in your blinds, trickling across the tangle of your limbs and Minnie’s beneath the duvet.
Minnie was lying with her face barely a ruler’s length away from yours. You could feel her breath cooling on your face as she breathed faintly. Then, for a moment, you just admired her: her cherry lips, her long eyelashes, her collarbones revealed by a dip in her pyjama shirt.
And then she opened her eyes, and pure happiness washed over you.
“Morning, lovely,” you hummed, ducking forward to press a chaste kiss to her nose. Minnie beamed - that bright and genuine toothy smile that never failed to make you melt.
“Morning~,” she replied, kissing you directly on the lips this time.
Even though you were engaged to be married to Minnie, her kisses never changed. They were sweet, and they absorbed your thoughts, and even when she pulled away, your mind would be stained with her lips. Every kiss was like your first with her. It was why you loved her so desperately.
“Would you like some breakfast?” She asked, her voice already thick with animation despite having only woken moments earlier.
You laughed, “I’ll just have cereal. I can handle that much.”
“No!” Minnie pouted, “Let me do this one thing for you. Let me make you breakfast.”
Yet another feature of hers you adored: her insistence on doing things for you. Even if it was something simple, such as brushing your hair, Minnie loved that feeling of intimacy that acts of affection gave her. Of course, you always returned the favour one way or another.
“Fine,” you laughed, “you’re so cute.”
Minnie kissed you once more, her hand on your cheek, and then she withdrew, her feet softly pattering on the carpet.
You sighed blissfully as you laid flat on the sheets. You could hear Minnie turning on the kettle from the kitchen, shuffling around. You pictured her in her pyjamas with bunny print, her soft dark hair cascading down her back, her round cheeks dimpling in a pleasant smile.
Eventually, you sat up and joined Minnie.
She was currently pouring steaming water into two separate mugs, turning and setting them onto the nearby table. She flashed you a smile upon seeing you.
“What cereal do you want?”
You hummed thoughtfully, “just cornflakes.”
Minnie chuckled, “you’re like an old person,” she teased. You were still observing her with your head full of flowery thoughts when she made your heart drop in one action.
“Minnie…” you mumbled.
“Mm?”
“Do you always pour milk first?”
You could see her ears turn crimson, her back stiffening in surprise. Then, she looked at you with an unsure expression, “y-yes? Shouldn’t I?”
“Minnie-ah…” you shook your head in disappointment, sighing heavily, and a smile began to stretch across her lips as she sensed your sarcasm, “you know I can’t marry you now, right?”
“Really~?” She replied, joining the joke, “that’s a shame. I suppose it’s over then.”
You nodded slowly, falsely solemn.
“If that’s the case,” you began, moving over to her and getting onto one uncomfortable knee, the cold kitchen tiles numbing your skin.
“Will you marry me, Nicha?”
Minnie’s expression was giddy as she took your hands, scarlet tones blossoming on her cheeks, “you’re making me blush, (F/n).”
You chuckled softly, kissing each of her knuckles, “I know. That’s what I was hoping for.”
