groceries | brunnhilde/ valkyrie

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(a/n: ^ dear sweet jesus. ^)

Valkyrie always had a very specific and orderly list whenever she went to the grocery store. It was bulleted, stretching down a tiny index card in neat and straight handwriting. She never bought junk food, never snacks, never sodas. She would grab a cart, put her wallet in the kid seat, and be in and out within twenty minutes.

That was before she got married.

Now Y/N was part of the picture, and she would insist on going on these simple shopping trips with her. Valkyrie told her she could do it alone, it would go by faster, but Y/N wanted to spend time with her. Y/N talked about tv sitcom chilches and movie situations. Saying that shopping always made her feel like she was an extra on a sad little school play.

The only issue was that Y/N was horrible at shopping. She spent too long wandering around. She bought things Valkyrie knew they could live without, masrhmallow cereals, snacks and king sized chocolate bars. She picked things up and put them back in the wrong spot.

"Booyah!"

Valkyrie stopped the cart and turned her head to stare at Y/N, who had her arm looped around Valkyrie's.

"You say the weirdest things."

Y/N picked up a plastic bag of green grapes from the nearby fruit stand and popped one into her mouth.

"Newlyweds on a shopping trip!"

"Y/N. We've been married for a year and a half." Valkyrie snatched the grapes out of Y/N's hands. "And that's not on the list."

"Aww... don't be mean to me bb."

Brunnhilde turned the cart to go down an aisle. Y/N followed like a lost puppy. Valkyrie browsed the shelves. Bright colors and advertisements assaulted her eyes. She needed a very specific brand of soy sauce for the noodle and mushroom mix she was planning to make tomorrow.

"Y/N?"

Y/N grunted in response.

"Can you help me find this specific bottle of sauce?" Valkyrie showed Y/N a picture on her phone of a red and black bottle. "I don't see it."

"Hm... Okay, just... just hold on."

Y/N turned and walked out of the aisle. Valkyrie stared at her retreating form in astonishment.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

Y/N turned and shouted back. "Getting you your fucking sauce, Big Daddy."

Y/N giggled as she saw a mother and child hurry away down the aisle. Brunnhilde sighed and turned back to scanning the shelves. Y/N continued with her journey.

Valkyrie frowned and double checked her phone. She was sure she was in the sauce aisle, the bottle should be here. She scanned through one more time before turning the cart around, rattling extremely annoyingly in the process, only to see Y/N returning. 

She huffed, her wife seemed to have nothing in her hands. The black woman wrapped herself around Brunnhilde's back and gently kissed her neck. Valkyrie tensed, and then melted into the embrace. She hung her head and murmured.

"I couldn't find the sauce that I wanted."

Y/N cooed into her ear.

"That's ok, baby. I found it." She pulled a bottle with a red label out of her pocket and shook it in front of Brunnhilde's face. Valkyrie hummed happily and turned around to wrap her arms around Y/N's waist. She bent down and lightly pressed a kiss to Y/N's cheek, and then her forehead, and then her nose, and eyelashes.

"Stop! That tickles."

Y/N squirmed and shoved the bottle into Valkyrie's hands.

"Control yourself, we're in public. We're almost home." Valkyrie smiled and returned to her overflowing cart. She placed the tiny bottle on the area where lazy toddlers sit.

"How did you find the sauce?"

"I noticed it next to the front of the store on my many escapades."

Valkyrie pushed the cart forward and started towards the self checkout area. Y/N unloaded the groceries, scanned them, and packed them in reusable bags neatly. Valkyrie swapped her card and tugged half of the bags away from Y/N so she could carry them.

"Oh Y/N, what would I do without you?"

"Probably your fingers."

"You're so dumb." 

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