my baby got skills

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Anon (who didn’t have a blog at the time but now does): @i-smell-food thanks for the prompt!

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She Used To Be My Baby Sitter (Hiro Hamada x (*Slightly Older* Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

Anonymous: could you do another hiro x reader sometime?

Word count: 5,589

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So one thing that has sustained me and given me consistent warm fuzzies this past month has been owlet’s Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail, so… here’s a random imagined scene.

Mostly I was vaguely remembering being 5 years old in China and given my first handkerchief and being told that I had to wash it every night so that it’d be clean and dry the next morning.   (And being not very good at that task at all.  And being secretly happy when we moved to the US soon thereafter that I didn’t have to have handkerchiefs anymore.)  So I really wanted our favorite grandpas to be diligent about their handkerchief washing.

Also I wanted to draw Bucky with braids (kind of how I imagined his hair during the motorcycle ride in Advanced Happiness Skills.)  Yay Hair Club!

Was also thinking about this.

4th of July

Genre: Drabble/Fluff

P.O.V.: 2nd

Word Count: 508 Words

Warnings: Not a request (>0<)

Further Notes: Kind of early, but I doubt I’ll be able to access Tumblr any time soon, so I might end up dumping a bunch of Drabbles on you guys XD Love always!

“Hey, you,” You smile, poking (Crush’s Name)’s cheek. (His/Her) eyes open. (He/She) was currently laying down on your lap, (his/her) hands folded lazily across (his/her) stomach as (he/she) gazed into the night sky. You look up. “Anytime now. The fireworks are scheduled for 9:00.”

“Yes, (ma’am/sir),” (He/She) says. You comb your fingers through (his/her) hair. (He/She) looks at (his/her) phone. “8:58. Almost.”

“Time tempts me,” You laugh. (He/She) grins and sits up.

“Best nap I’ve had in a long while,” (Crush’s Name) says, stretching (his/her) arms above (his/her) head. You lean on (Crush’s Name)’s shoulder. You suddenly stiffen at the loud sound of a boom above you. Both of your eyes shoot up to see that the firework extravaganza has begun.

“Wow…” You breathe out. (Crush’s Name) nods silently. “They got a bunch of fireworks this year,” You say.

“It’s gotta be some special occasion… Well, other than 4th of July,” (Crush’s Name) laughs. The two of you share glances, but then return your gazes to the colors filling the sky. “We gotta good spot,” (He/She) says.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you could actually convince my dad to let us sit on my rooftop.”

“I’ve got skills of negotiation, baby.”

“You’re so cheesy,” You giggle. The fireworks shot up from all around the two of you. Luckily, your house was located between four major areas that always did fireworks. It made the whole experience ten times better for you. You pulled the blanket closer to yourself, draping it around your shoulders.

“Hey, sharing is caring,” (Crush’s Name) says.

“Well, maybe I don’t care,” You taunt. 

“You wound me, babe.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, (Crush’s Nickname).”

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”

"Okay, Shakespeare…” You roll your eyes. Nevertheless, you allow (him/her) to snuggle next to you, underneath the now begrudgingly shared blanket. The two of you continue to stare up into the rush of vibrant sparks. Soon the show reached it’s brilliant finale and the skies fell silent.

“Is that it?”

“Ugh, I don’t want it to end though,” You say. “I can stay like this forever…”

“Same here,” (Crush’s Name) says, cracking a sideways smile. You continue to lay on (his/her) shoulder for a few more minutes. “Encore!”

“Shut up, you freak, people are going to stare,” You laugh, punching his shoulder lightly. A final crack of light surrounded the areas all around the two of you in a final blast of excitement. “I can’t believe…”

“I have mutant powers.“

"Oh my God,” You laugh. “I love you so freaking much.”

“Aww, you love me,” (Crush’s Name) says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You lean up and press a kiss to (Crush’s Name)’s lips.

–Extended Ending–

“ARE YOU GUYS KISSING?!” You hear your dad shout. You and (Crush’s Name) quickly separate.

“(Father’s Name)!” Your mom screeches. “I WANT GRANDBABIES SOON! YOU’RE RUINING IT FOR ME!”

“Oh my god, mom,” You say, hitting your forehead repeatedly on (Crush’s Name)’s shoulder with the latter cackling like a madman.