CUDDLES AND COMFORT !
justaminx
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The loud band of the front door slamming shut alerted you of Minx's return from the store — shortly after her sopping wet figure entered your sight from the couch.
"God decided he hated me on my walk back," Minx grumbled as she set the two grocery bags down on the kitchen counter and removed her mask. Today was restock day, and it was Minx's turn to gather the food.
"Is it really bad out there?" you questioned as you pushed yourself to your feet, and shuffled over to the window. without even opening the drawn curtains, you could already hear the harsh rain hitting against the cars and pavement outside of the apartment.
"I mean look at me — I look and feel like a mop," Minx huffed once again. "I'm gonna' go get changed and then we'll watch something, yeah?" before waiting for an answer she had already started for your shared room.
Turning your attention back towards the window — a nervous chill ran down your spine at the sight of a bright flash miles away.
You tensed up almost immediately, flinching when the loud crack of thunder sounded shortly after the flash.
Thunderstorms were always a dread. The obnoxious bangs and the blinding flashes of light every minute would put anyone on edge.
"So what are we watchin'?" Minx collapsed on the couch in a fresh pair of sweatpants and a pullover, patting the space next to her. You hurried to be by her side and pulled the blanket on the back of the couch over your bodies.
"I was thinking something lighthearted maybe? A comedy or a romance?" you suggested, trying to put your mind away from the downpour of rain that was currently happening outside of your apartment.
Minx grabbed the remote on the coffee table and reclined, pulling you with her. "Let's watch Ant-Man."
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Anticipation climbed with every strike, waiting for the next one to sound — the goosebumps on your arms, and the chill that ran down your spine became more and more evident to Minx after every crack.
"Okay, this is the third time in a minute that you've jumped - is it the thunder?" Minx rubbed a comforting hand up and down your arm, pausing the movie to show you her undivided attention.
Glancing at the window for only a second, you twisted in Minx's arms and reached for the remote. "I'm fine I swear, let's just finish the movie."
As quickly as it began to play again, it paused only seconds after.
"Y/N I'm being serious - what's got you so jumpy?" The concern in Minx's voice added a new emotion into the mix - guilt.
It wasn't something to feel guilty or embarrassed for. Fears, phobias, and dislikes were normal - almost everything can be seen as something someone could despise.
But there was something about being afraid of such a natural and reoccurring thing that brought a heat to your cheeks.
It felt unnatural to be afraid of it.
Yet here you were.
"It's just - I don't know," your fingers picked at the frayed fibres of the blanket covering the two of you. "Storms just freak me out - specifically the thunder."
Minx lifted her eyes to the window for a few moments, before lowering them back to you.
The curtains on the window were open a smidge - showing every flash reflected hundreds of times through the drops on the window.
She lightly pushed you forward so she could stand up from the couch, before walking to the window you found yourself looking out of one to many times. With a swift movement, Minx brought the curtain ends together, blocking out the view of the outside world.
Minx walked back towards the couch, grabbing the remote in the process and turning the volume as loud as she could without bothering the neighbouring apartments.
With the newfound volume and blocked window, she pulled you back down to her - placing her hand gently over your ear as your other one pressed onto her chest.
"What thunder huh? As far as I'm concerned the only thing going on right now is Scott whoever-the-fuck, is being an idiot again." Minx stated it as if it was a fact.
While there was slim to nothing she could do to stop your fear - she could help you block it out.
"Lang. Scott Lang Minx," you laughed, deciding to try and push the knowledge of the storm outside to the back of your head.
"Lang? He's Ant-Man, that's all that matters."