cause like what do i do if i meet steve at the grocery store

The Friendly Wager (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking, cheese - I needed something this fluffy ok? haha

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

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The Nanny Part 3

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient. This part is pretty much getting to know Bucky a bit more and see into how they are going to work together. Shout out to @whothehellisbella for some helps

Warnings: none

Word count: 1572 words

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

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Laughing Bucky shook his head before walking over to the two of you and taking Emily into his arms. “Of course she can.” He said, glancing over at you and threw you a subtle wink.

Smiling to yourself you look up to see the man, who you assumed was Clint and gave him a small wave.

He smiled back at you before looking at his phone and looked back at the three of you. “Well I would love to stay at chat but I gotta go to work. See you guys later.” He said giving you all a small wave before he ran out the door.

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anonymous asked:

If you have time could you write an ace Tony fic? It would mean a lot as I am asexual and almost never get any representation anywhere and it tends to make me feel more lonely. :( Anyways, thank you in advance.

To be honest you had me at ‘ace Tony’, anon :) You really can’t expect me to resist that. Seriously, I adore writing ace characters (like half the main characters in my non-fanfic works are ace, just because I can).

Since you didn’t specify on anything regarding the plot I just went with a short scene from one of my many not-ready-to-be-posted headcanon ‘verses. I hope it works for you and that this ficlet will make you feel a little better! Also I turned it into a Valentine’s story because I keep seeing these cute Valentine’s cards on my dash.

[Set in a College AU following the tale of Player!Bucky and Asexual!Tony trying to make it work. Today’s edition: Valentine’s Day. Including slight misunderstandings, declarations of love affection, fluff, and Bucky’s potty mouth.]

‘You know I’m ace, right?’ isn’t the reaction Bucky’s been hoping for, but it’s also not a door slammed shut in his face, so he counts it as a win.

Tony squints suspiciously at the roses in Bucky’s arms—yellow and red ones because those are his favourite colours, and Bucky is nothing if not a huge sap, apparently—and Bucky has no doubt the flowers will end up cut open on a lab table, to be thoroughly tested for any unsavourily additions, before the day is over.

He probably shouldn’t smile fondly at the cruel fate lying in these poor flowers’ future. He definitely shouldn’t.

Damn it. Nat’s right, he’s got it bad.

“Unless ace stands for ‘allergic to roses’ I fail to see your point.” Bucky smiles and hopefully holds the bouquet out for Tony to take. Because continuing to cling to them like a toddler to a plushy might look a little silly.

Tony refuses to take them though, crosses his arms in front of his chest instead and scowls up at Bucky. Which is not adorable, that would just be ridiculous.

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Mini Matchmaker Pt. 1 (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Hi, my lovelies!! I’m still trying to ease myself off hiatus (you can read about that HERE ), but work got crazy again so I’m not sure when it’ll be official. BUT. I had this idea during my long day at work and I just thought it was so cute so I had to get it out. I hope you like it!! Any feedback or comments is appreciated. :)


Mini Matchmaker (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Characters: reader, Steve, OC Justice, Sam (mentioned) [modern au]

Summary: Your awful temporary holiday job takes a turn for the better when a handsome stranger enters your life. 

Warnings: none? Super duper fluffy!! A super tiny mention of death, but that’s it.

Word Count: 2436 (yeah this was supposed to be a drabble. oops.)

Tag list is below (LIST IS CLOSED I’M SO SORRY)

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Originally posted by forassgard

“These tights are the worst,” you muttered to your co-worker while still maintaining the fake perma-smile required for your temporary job. You tried to covertly pull up the tights that threatened to sag down to your knees while simultaneously resisting to scratch your itchy legs.

“Just remember, it’s almost over and think of the extra cash you’ll have for all the presents you’re going to buy me,” smirked the redhead, handing a cane cane to an obviously underwhelmed child.

“You wish, Nat,” you replied before ushering the next kid forward to take a seat on Santa’s lap.

With a frustrated huff, you considered your current situation. In addition to the awful red and white striped tights that were the bane of your existence, you wore a green velvet dress that fell to mid-thigh, a pointed green hat, and of course, the curly-toed shoes with bells attached. Just to add a festive touch of humiliation.

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Twizzlers, Part 2 - Dally Winston Imagine

A/N: @mattsdillons , enjoy the part 2 to your imagine! 

Word Count: 936

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Reader

The next day, eight pm feels like it’s a million years away. I can’t help but shake my head at how eager I am to see that blond hood. From everything I’ve heard, he’s dangerous, he’s a player and he cheats at a lot of what he does. I can only justify going to see him by telling myself that I won’t get wrapped up in anything bad and that I’m just meeting up with him because he’s hot.

At six, I get dressed in my favorite outfit, do my hair and put on a bit of makeup. Just some mascara, lipstick and a touch of eyeliner to draw attention to my (Y/E/C) eyes. I slip on my shoes, grab my keys and head out to Buck Merril’s for what will probably be a very interesting night. I park and go inside, taking a moment to adjust to the loud music, dim lighting and the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

“How am I going to find you wth all of these people around?” I mumble, moving aside as a dog trots by me, wagging its tail jauntily. Craning my neck, I struggle to find Dallas Winston.

“Hey, you here with someone?” A handsome boy wraps an arm around me, his voice low.

“Yeah, I am, actually.” Shrugging him off of me, I take a step away. “Where’s Dallas Winston? I’m here with him.”

The handsome boy scowls, letting me know that he knows exactly who I’m talking about. “You don’t want to be here with him. He’s awful.”

I  shrug my shoulders and try to ignore the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. Between his scowl and the way he spat out his description of Dallas, I start to wonder if coming here was a bad idea. Just as I’m about to ask the handsome boy what’s so awful about Dallas Winston, I spot him sitting at the bar, looking bored as he’s handed a can of beer which is wet with condensation. I leave the handsome boy with no explanation and trek over to him, shoving through groups of scantily clad girls and boozed up boys.

Fortunately for me, a brunette sitting next to Dallas hops off of his bar stool to go dance with some girl, leaving an open seat for me. As I take my place on the stool, Dallas offers a small smile. “Almost thought you weren’t gonna show up, Twizzler Girl.”

“And pass up the chance to thank my hero? You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy and you’re ridiculously hot. I thought you looked good at the grocery store, but woah. This is… Woah.” He looks me up and down slowly, causing me to blush.

“Now I owe you candy and a compliment,” I tease, feeling strangely comfortable around someone who doesn’t even know my name. Upon remembering I still haven’t told him my name, I blush even darker and pray he can’t see in the terrible lighting. “I’m (Y/F/N). (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/N),” He says it as though he’s trying it out for himself and I can’t help but enjoy the way he says it. A New York accent lingers and every word he says is gruff but so delicious-sounding that I could listen to him say my name all night. “It’s nice to have something to call you other than Doll.”

I smile a genuine smile at him, “It’s nice to be with you here and not fighting with you in a grocery store.” I wonder for a second if I should tell him he’s a lot better in reality than in the stories I’ve heard about him.

“Agreed. You know, when I didn’t think you were gonna come, I wasn’t sure if it was because of my rep or not. Are you brave or have you just not heard the stories about me?” I’m half convinced he’s a mind reader at this point and I’m still incredibly glad the lights are so dim.

“I’ve heard the stories,” I confess, “And honestly? I was a little worried you’d be some jerk or just try and get me into a bedroom as a way of returning the favor for the candy. But you seem alright.” Calling him nice seems like the sort of thing that would make a guy like him upset, so I decide to stay away from that word for now.

“Well, I can be a jerk and I’ve enjoyed casual one night stands before. But, hey, maybe we can do this again sometime.”

“My day off is Fridays,” I suggest, unable to keep the smile off of my face.

“Friday it is, then. We can come back here or hang out in my little space upstairs or whatever. I oughta give you my number so you’ll have to call me to make the plans final, so you can’t stand me up.” A small laugh escapes me as he writes his number down for me on a brown paper napkin and watches me tuck it into my pocket. “Now, if you lemme buy you a drink, you can pay me back on Friday with a burger and maybe a little bit of making out.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” I nod and scoot a little closer to him, wanting to soak up every second of this night.

We watch the demon child

Word count: 2298
Pronouns: She/Her
Pairing: Avengers/Wolverine’s daughter!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, One VERY common Star Wars spoiler
Note: This is the longest imagine I’ve ever written!

“Dad, do I really have to stay with them?” The (h/c) haired girl whined. Logan chuckled and ruffled her hair before kissing her forehead.

“Yes. Be good, okay kid? Don’t burn down the building.”

“I make no promises.” She grumbled, giving him a last hug. Logan hoped in the pickup truck that he was so fond of and gave a small wave before driving off. (Y/n) knocked on the metal door, tapping the toe of her (f/c) vans impatiently. Before long, a brown haired man appeared at the door; Tony Stark, one of her guardians for the next week.

“Can I help you?” He peered down.

“I’m (Y/n), Wolverines kid.” Tony snorted and moved back a bit, letting her enter the large Stark tower.

“You’re the mighty Wolverines kid?”

“Yeah, problem?”

“You’re so small! What, you got claws too? Is your hero name kitten?” He laughed.

“No, actually. They call me Voodoo doll (work with me I’m not good at this).” Her hands were itching to send him through the roof, that arrogant jerk.

“Voodoo doll? Why’s that?” With a flick of her wrist, the man was sent flying against the wall. He kneeled to the ground in pain and she walked past him contently.

“That’s why.” She stated simply. Yes, her power was telekinesis. Leaning against the wall for support, he wakes after the girl. She couldn’t get very far, as she didn’t know where she was going, but she would figure out the whole building soon enough. That’s just how she rolled. She handed him a letter from her dad as they walked. “So…where am I crashing while I’m forced to stay here?”

Tony stared at her, she had to be at least fifteen, maybe sixteen, so why was she staying here? He would ask her later.

“Cmon, I’ll show you.” He took her to the elevator, to a currently empty floor. “The whole floors yours, but all meals are served downstairs. Before you do anything, though, let’s set some rules. 1) Do not destroy anything. 2) Do not challenge Pietro to a foot race,”

The girl giggled at this. Like she was stupid enough for that! If she had enough trouble with her Maximoff, then this one must be twice as hard to deal with!

“3) If you upset Bruce, you have to calm him down. And 4) Whatever you do, don’t touch the suits. Got it?”

“Whatever you say, mom.” Tony sighed and stood, leaving the floor swiftly. He ordered JARVIS to keep an eye on her till dinner. (Y/n) set her clothes in drawers, sketch pads on the dresser, and her backpack of summer work at the base of the bed. For nearly an hour she sat listening to music and messing with her powers, not in the mood to do much more than that. Of course, things would be much more fun when she met the other Avengers, but till then, she would have to be bored.

“Miss Howlette, dinner is being served downstairs. Master Tony has requested your presence.” Robots? Cool.

“Kay. Be there in a sec.” She unplugged her headphones and headed to the elevator, where she soon arrived at the dining room. The table was surrounded by many people, so (Y/n) plopped herself between the cutie with the white hair and blue suit and the male Loreal model. Most of them seems to be in their ‘work’ clothes (although she wasn’t really sure what they did besides hate on the X-Men).

“Uh, Tony? You gonna introduce us to your guest?” The guy in the purple suit with the bow and arrows asked.

“She’s a big girl, she can do it herself.” Tony grunted. So that was how he was gonna go about this. Alright, may as well make this interesting!

The girl cleared her throat and stood up. “Hi, I’m (Y/n) Howlette, Wolverines daughter. I can control shit with my mind. Contrary to what I’m sure you are all probably thinking, I have no clue as to who any of you are.” She sat back down, nibbling on a french fry. The team stared in disbelief at her. How could she not know who they were?!

Everyone took turns introducing themselves, helping her to better understand what they did and who not to piss off.

“Question.” Steve stated.

“Answer.” The girl replied.

“Why is Tony babysitting you? You have to be at least fifteen!” The curious soldier asked.

The girl smirked in return. Well, they asked! “Started when I was four, they left me with Kurt and I singed off half his fur on his face. When I was seven, they left me with Scott and came back to part of the mansion burned down. I stole his glasses while he was sleeping. Then at age eleven, they decided to try a girl. They left me with Jean, and we scorched the kitchen making waffles. At twelve, Peter babysat me and I got whiplash, not my fault that time. They left me alone last year, only for three days, but they came back to me with a busted lip and black eye from a fight at school. To be fair, though, that bitch started it. So now you know. If you read the letter I had given you, Stark, you’d know I’m like ‘a puppy on a sugar high’ as Peter puts it.” She finished off, crossing her arms. That couldn’t- but she seemed nice enough! They figured that she couldn’t be that bad and laughed it off.

“Whatever you say, Lady (Y/n).” Thor chortled (I hate that word). The girl huffed and scooted her chair out.

“Fine, don’t believe me. Your mistake.” She called, leaving the room. That night nothing went wrong, but the next day would not be as lucky. The Team came down to (Y/n) munching on a pop tart (which was floating in mid air, no less) with her feet on the table. Nat pushed them off and sat down next to her, sipping her cup of coffee. Pietro ran past, causing (Y/n)s pop tart to fall to the floor in pieces. That was the first mistake. It was a good thing to note that (Y/n) was not, nor had she ever been, a morning person. She motioned with her finger towards a pan, making it float to her. She grabbed the handle and held it in the air, right as Pietro ran past her and face first into the pan. He fell to the floor unconscious. Everyone looked horrified at the girl who continued to text away at her phone. She promptly stood up and left the room, laughing at something or another.

Then, during training, the girl sat nearby watching with a bored look. It just wasn’t as cool when more than half of them didn’t have powers. So she decided to make it a bit more interesting. That is, by messing with Nat. Every once in a while, (Y/n) would throw something in the lady’s direction, then pretend she didn’t do it. She would also make comments, stop the bullets from Nat’s gun with her powers, and move the targets (all of which she pretended she didn’t do.) This went on until Natasha had enough.

“Stop or pay the consequences.” She growled, to which the girl pouted.

“Stop what?” Natasha turned and went to shoot, only to have the target move.

(Y/n) laughed until she was shot through the shoulder. She frowned and pulled the bullet out, the wound closing soon after.

“That was a waste of a bullet.” She commented, only for the red head to groan in annoyance and shoot her twice more. “You really shouldn’t waste bullets on silly old me.” (Y/n) pulled the other two out and dropped them in a trash can, running off to change shirts.

This was just the beginning. Her antics got worse throughout the week. On Tuesday, she made bird puns around Clint all day, and at one point his his bow, only to be chased with an arrow around the tower until JARVIS revealed the weapons location.

Wednesday, she messed with Thor, making comments about his brother and how terrible pop tarts were. This caused her to be placed under Mjolnir. But then, by some great miracle, she heaved it off and handed it back to him! In an attempt at an apology, (Y/n) taught him all about the magic of the grocery store and its isle of different flavored poptarts, which, of course, nearly maxed out one of Tony’s credit cards.

On Thursday, she not only refused to stop calling Steve 'Iced Americano’ but she also told him about the whole 'Luke, I am your father,’ thing, which made him nearly cry, and when Bucky comforted him, all she had to say was, “Aw, look! The star-crossed lovers! Get it?” Which then made Bucky attack her, tearing at anything he could reach.

Was Friday at least a bit better? Nope! She 'accidentally’ erased the chalk board with all the formulas that Bruce had been working on for the past three nights. He had almost found the cure to not hulking out every time he got angry, and she had ruined it! With causes him to turn green around the gills, for a very long time. Not full hulled out, just tinted green. 'Kinda like a Christmas tree’ is how (Y/n) put it.

And Saturday was just horrid. She A) challenged Pietro to a foot race, causing a sonic boom to erupt and America to think that the terrorists were attacking (whoops) and B) painted Tony’s favorite suit a bright green with a big ol’ Ben Franklin head on it (to the best of her painting abilities) 'to match his second love.’ It took three hours of scrubbing to get off, not that she did it. Nuh-uh, she hid in the closest Starbucks like the wuss she was, but at least she was a happy wuss.

Sunday was relief. Tonight, Logan would come to get his daughter and take her home (hopefully forever). They just had to get through this last day… She had pranked just about everyone except Wanda and Vision (cause she thought they were a cute couple and didn’t want to ruin their 'moments’). She couldn’t possibly cause anymore damage, or so they thought. The Avengers sat in the meeting room, listening as Director Fury talked about what they should be prepared for, but no one payed attention to the girl in the (f/c) converses and (s/f/c) baseball shirt at the next table over. In front of her was two pictures; one of Odin and the other of Fury. She stared intently at them until Fury actually bothered to notice.

“What are you doing?” He growled in his usual grouchy tone.

“Trying to spot the similarities.” Oh god, no. She wasn’t- she wouldn’t- “Here’s what I’ve got so far. They both wear eyepatches, they both oversee some sort of team whether it be warriors or heroes, and they’re both major assholes. You got anything else for me?”

“Yeah, they both have a tendency to throw people out of places. Out of my meting room! Now!” She shrugged and left, leaving a furious Fury in her wake. They all sighed, knowing they’d have to deal with him now.

Nobody understood why she loved to do this so much. Was it the influence of her father, or just on her blood? Who knew. The day seemed to drag by, but the girl didn’t pull anymore pranks. She sat quietly in her room, doing who knows what. The Avengers sat on the couch, discussing random things while watching a show in the background. When the doorbell finally rang at 7 o’ clock that evening, everyone gathered at the door. There stood Logan Howlette, in his usual flannel, jacket, and jeans. His pickup truck stood out against the dark alleyways.

“Thank god!” Tony cried dramatically.

“You’ve come to take the demon child!” Clint praised. Logan raised an eyebrow at the men’s odd behavior.

“She didn’t burn anything down, right?” He asked curiously, wanting to know just what they meant. They all shook their heads, but before anyone could speak, the girl in question came bounding out of the elevator, bags in hand. She dropped them as she threw herself at Logan in a hug.

“Dad! How was the mission? Did you kill anyone? Man, that was be so wicked if you did!” She grinned widely. Logan grabbed her bags, slinging them over his shoulder easily.

“Yes, I did kill someone. I try not to, but I did. Thanks again for watching her, Stark.”

“I’d say anytime, but that’d be a lie. Adios. Bob voyage. Goodbye!” He called, shoving them out the door. When the two were settled in the car, (Y/n) turned to her father.

“Hey dad, I’m not- I’m not actually a demon child, r-right?” She crinkled her nose at the thought. Sure, she had behaved pretty bad this week, but it’s only because she wanted attention. She wouldn’t have gotten it from them if she hadn’t done it, and she knew that for a fact!

Logan chuckled and grabbed her hand. “No bub, Stark and his friends are just idiots.” The girl hummed in response. “So what’d you do that made them so desperate?”

“It’s a long story, but I guess we have time, so…I’ll just start from the beginning!” And off she went, recounting her tales from this week, earning the occasional laugh or 'nice one’ from her father. No matter how misunderstood she was to other people, she knew her dad would always like her for her, and that was enough for her.

Never Forget (Part 5) - Steve Rogers

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You patch things up with Steve, but will Laurie take you back?

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst.

A/N: Well, this is not my best, but I still like this one. Hope you guys do too! Also, not my gif. Credit to the owner. You know the drill.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

He answered after one ring. “Hello?” God, you missed his voice. 

“Steve,” you breathed, tears still streaming down your face. It was like a dam had broken and now your eyes were flooded. Your voice was shaking, and you had to speak quietly so you wouldn’t cry anymore. “It’s me.”

It was quiet on his end for a moment or two, and then you heard him sigh. Was he relieved? “Thank God.” He said breathlessly, and you could almost picture him running his hands through his hair. 

“And you’re sure?” Steve asked for about the thousandth time.

Yes,” You insisted, grabbing his hands. You stood in your living room, by the front door. As soon as Steve had walked in you had rushed over to him. “Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be hard, but I’d rather see you a little bit at a time then not at all.” You laced your fingers together with his. 

He grinned slowly, his eyes nearly sparkling as he looked down at you. You could almost hear the ocean when you looked in his eyes. “Okay?” you said after he didn’t say anything, squeezing his hands gently to make sure he was still alive. 

“Okay,” he chuckled, bending down slightly to kiss you. You helped him fill the space by standing just slightly on your toes, your lips meeting in the middle. God, I missed this, you thought, moving your lips against his. Soon his hands let go of yours and traveled to your waist, pulling you closer. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, not opening your eyes or breaking the connection between him for one second. He lifted you up off the ground and spun you around for a second, causing you to giggle into his mouth. 

Finally he set you down, and you parted, grinning at him with slightly flushed cheeks. “I missed you so much,” you said, pulling him more into your apartment.

“I missed you too, doll,” he replied, chuckling. “I thought about coming into the store a few times, and buying a phone case again. But I figured you would need your space.”

You smiled as you remembered the first time you had met him. You just knew him as Captain America then, this man who fought to protect the world and had been frozen for like, a hundred years (not a hundred, but you didn’t know the exact number). But now, you knew him as Steve, this kind, wonderful, amazing man who swept you off your feet and made you feel so happy, and safe, and invincible. 

You spent the night holed up in your apartment with Steve, catching up on the last month you’d missed with him. He told you what he could about all the missions he’d been on, and shared a few stories of being recognized in public. You told him about your fight with Laurie, and how you felt so guilty about leaving things the way they were with her. 

“Well, then, you have to talk to her,” Steve said. You were sitting on the couch with him now, talking. He reached over and brushed your hair behind your ears. “You guys have been friends too long just to let it fizzle out like that.”

You thought it was sweet how much he cared, and moved so that you weren’t facing him anymore; instead, your back was pressed against his chest, legs extending across the couch. He pressed a kiss against the top of your head and you could feel his chest rising and falling- steady and sure. 

“You’re probably right,” you sighed, closing your eyes. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow,” you promised, letting out a yawn. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”

You stood in front of Laurie’s apartment, an olive branch in hand. Not an actual olive branch, but a peace offering of sorts. It was a plastic bag full of Laurie’s favorite candy and makeup from work. You glanced down at your phone. A text from Steve helped you work up the courage to knock.

You can do this, doll. Just talk to her. 


You took in a deep breath, and, with your free hand, knocked on the door. 

After a few moments, Laurie answered. She frowned when she saw it was you, and just stood there. She didn’t say anything, just stared at you with her arms crossed over her chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“I, uh, I brought you this,” you said, handing her the bag. She glanced down in to it and, after moments of consideration, allowed you to come inside. 

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole,” you spoke again, biting your lip. “I shouldn’t have taken all my frustrations with Steve out on you, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was being a bad friend, and you were being a good friend by calling me out on my bullshit.”

You sighed. You’d said your piece, and now all you had to do was wait for Laurie to forgive you… or decide she never wanted to see you again. 

After minutes- literally, minutes- of agonizing silence, Laurie rolled her eyes. “You swear you’re done acting like a lunatic?” she asked, looking at you. 

“Yes,” you said, smiling softly. “Yes. Lunacy over. They’ve released me from the asylum.”

“Well, then, get over here, you dumb-ass,” Laurie said, opening her arms. You stepped forward and hugged your best friend, feeling all the pieces finally fall into place. 

After the hug, you and Laurie spent the evening watching your favorite movies, quoting the lines you knew so well. She ordered Thai food and pizza and you pigged out with her on food you didn’t need, but damn did it taste good. You split a bottle of wine with her and sang stupid songs at the top of your lungs, and you were so happy to have your best friend back. 

The next day, you met with Steve at the grocery store. He only had an hour to spare today to see you, and you had to go shopping for the week before you went to work. You spotted the faded blue baseball cap and knew it was him. 

Holding the basket in one hand and Steve’s hand in the other, the two of you walked down the aisles and you occasionally would toss something in the basket. You held a conversation with your boyfriend, talking to him about stuff that didn’t really matter. Then finally, as you approached the produce section, he brought up something that did matter.

“So, Stark- Tony, I mean - is hosting this big, stupid party to celebrate the Avengers being together for three years,” he said, and you chuckled to yourself. “What?” He asked, nudging you with his shoulder.

“That’s so sweet,” you said, grabbing an apple and putting it in the basket. “It’s like an anniversary party. An Aveng-iversary.” You laughed, because you thought you were hilarious.

Steve didn’t. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You are insane,” he said, scoffing at you lightly. “But as I was saying, he’s having this big party, and he told us we could invite whoever we want. And I want you.” He stopped, then scrunched his face slightly. “To be there. I want you to come with me. It’s next Saturday. Can you make it?”

You thought of the work schedule and after a moment or two, nodded. “Yeah, I can make it,” You said, grinning. 

“Good,” He said, kissing the side of your head. “Cause my coworkers can’t wait to meet you.”

“Coworkers?” You scoffed. “You mean, the rest of the Avengers?”

Steve nodded, and it dawned on you. A night meeting the rest of the Avengers? Holy shit. You were in trouble. 


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anonymous asked:

Steve wants to get a job at a supermarket cause he wants some normalcy.He helps the teenagers on their 1rst job, with depression or stress, he also becomes popular with the elderly woman, he has to explains to the avengers why he's late to meetings

He doesn’t do it for the money. Despite Ms. Potts’ numerous graphs and explanations on the concept of ‘compounded interest collected over half a century’ Steve still isn’t sure how exactly he has a fully stocked bank account.

It isn’t out of boredom either. Superheroing aside, much of his free time was taken up by helping Clint manage his apartment building or the knitting circles with the ladies at the community center, or the thousands of items left undone on his ‘catching up with the future’ list.

No, Steve found himself sitting in the local grocery store’s H.R. department awaiting his interview not for any reason that made a lick of sense if he said it out loud. But he’d worked through the notion in his head and he figured he just wanted a taste of normalcy. He wanted a job that wasn’t reliant on how fast he could take out a team of hostiles, or how many ways he could knock a man to the ground stone cold without making so much as a whisper. Steve liked being an Avenger, but sometimes he felt like he was missing out on being a person.

The hiring director, a thin man in a polo shirt and glasses that kept trying to swan dive off his face, looked at Steve dubiously over the top of the resume Sam had helped him organize.

“Captain Rogers,” said the man. His name was Ted, according to the little plastic name tag attached to his shirt. Steve very much wanted his own little plastic name tag, but refrained from telling him so. “Why do you want this job?”

Sam had briefed him on likely questions and scenarios that are asked during an interview. This one had been at the top. Steve straightened up and folded his hands unconsciously, suddenly feeling much too big for the blazer he had purchased two days prior.

“I really like this store, and the people who work here seem to like it too. It’s got the kind of atmosphere that I guess I-“

Ted smiled and shook his head. “No, sorry Captain. I mean why do you want this job? I would think that you have enough on your plate without working as a cashier to boot.”

This had not been listed as a possible scenario, though in retrospect Steve could have given it more thought. His hands unclasped and he folded his arms around his chest, sitting back. What did he have to lose really?

“Honestly? I like the idea of helping people get their groceries for the week. I want to chat and answer questions and put things in bags. Y’know, for once I want to be helpful without having to throw a shield at someone’s face.”  It occurred to Steve that he might have been doing a bit of what Clint referred to as ‘oversharing’. Buttoning his lips, he folded his hands again sheepishly.  

For his part, Ted took the whole speech in stride. “Well,” he said after a small stretch of time. “You certainly look like you’d be a good hand in the Freight department. We can train you as a cashier; have you split the time depending on how busy we are.” He looked back at the resume. “You’re looking for part-time, right?”

Two days later, Steve was striding through the automatic doors in a new polo, a new set of slacks and his very own little nametag stuck to the front of his shirt.

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70 Years Part 2-6

Summary: In a world where each wizard has a soul mate, Harry knew all too well that you could find yours in the most unexpected places. He just didn’t expect to find his in the form of 18 years old Steve Rogers after a cursed amulet sends him back 70 years in the past.

Steve Rogers has grown up denying his urges towards men, but when faced with the mysterious new worker at the local grocery store, denying seemed no longer possible. There was just something about Harry Potter that made his heart beat. Harry’s obvious reciprocation of his feelings didn’t help either.

Despite the unforgiving era they live in, both boys thought they were going to be forever. That is until Harry disappears one beautiful Monday morning, never to be seen again. Consumed with grief by the loss of his lover, Steve decides to sacrifice himself by participating in the military’s Super Soldier Project where the chance of survival is less then 50%. What happened next is something not even he could predict.

Luckily, Fate isn’t that cruel as to tear them apart forever. 70 years have passed and it is time for the two lovers to reunite. Accepting Steve back in to his life was going to be easy but Harry wondered how he’ll ever be able to tell him about the child they had managed to create.

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