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Bucky Barnes x reader - (Un)Happy Independence Day

The sound of firing guns rang in Bucky’s ears as he ran across the field, occasionally ducking into the yellowed grass and firing his own weapon. Small explosions of dirt from the enemy’s active assault sprayed across his army green uniform, filling his nose with the musky and spicy smells of the earth and gunpowder. His commanding officer shouted commands which were barely audible over the ringing in his ears. 

Looking to the side, Bucky watched as one of his fellow soldiers was shot down. His eyes widened and heart raced as he began to panic. Never once since he enlisted had Bucky regretted joining the army, but now he was beginning to. He could have been home, relaxing and reading a book, or hanging out with his best friend Steve Rogers, maybe he could have been going out on a nice date with a beautiful girl, but no, he chose to join the front lines and potentially lose his life for his country.

As Bucky quickly got on his knees, firing his gun, a large wave of pain flowed from his chest. He had been hit by an enemy bullet. ‘No,’ he thought, lying on the ground as his vision began to fade, ‘It can’t end here. Steve, I’m sorry..’ Everything went black but lit up again just as quickly. Bucky looked around, trying to recognise his surroundings. 

To his horror he finally did.

Bucky Barnes was back in a Hydra Headquarters, strapped into that cursed machine while scientists read words from a book. His head hurt so much and his chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled against his bindings, screaming in agony. His feet slammed against the metal footrest and he shut his eyes, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

BANG BANG BANG

“Bucky?? Are you okay?? Open the door!”

The winter soldier opened his eyes, falling off of the bed as he woke up. He was back in his room in the Avengers’ tower, his dark gray sheets around him and disconnected from the rest of the bed. From outside, he could hear the sounds of fireworks being shot into the sky by some of the neighbors. The knocking on the door just added to the unwanted noise as the voice of Steve Rogers commanded F.R.I.D.A.Y. do unlock the door and let him in. 

He then entered the room and rushed to Bucky’s side. “Hey, are you okay, I heard you crying out in your sleep.” Steve said, his hand squeezing his best friend’s shoulder in a comforting manner. He then realized what was going on. “Was it the fireworks?” Bucky was shaking underneath his wrinkled sheets and didn’t respond. He was too afraid to speak, even to act because he didn’t know what he would do out of pure instinct. 

“The war is over, Bucky, and Hydra isn’t going to get you. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky wanted to believe those words, and for the most part he did, however his time behind enemy lines had messed him up. The sound of fireworks that he used to run toward as a child he now backed away from, as he remembered the sounds of battle and visions of fallen soldiers filled his mind. Bucky didn’t want to seem weak, but here he was about to cry like a child over fireworks of all things. He used to love this time of year, but now he could only stay in his room and pray for it to be over for the next few days.

“Do you want to talk about your dream, Buck?” Asked Steve, looking worriedly at his friend who shook his head. “I.. I don’t feel well. I think I’m just going to try and sleep again and skip the celebration tomorrow.” Steve was saddened by this. Sure, he wanted his friend to be okay, but he really wanted to spend Independence Day with him as well. “All right. You know where I am if you need me.” Steve gave Bucky a tight hug before exiting the room, leaving Bucky alone with the sounds of distant fireworks. 

The next day, the Avengers’ Tower was alive with the hustle and bustle of the Fourth of July. Tony and Steve were arguing over the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles, Natasha, Clint, and Peter were setting up decorations, and Bruce Banner worked on some new fireworks for the celebration later that night. (Y/n) (L/n), Vision, and Wanda Maximoff both watched the chaos going on from the kitchen while preparing food for the grill and table. 

“I don’t really understand the concept of Independence Day.” Said Wanda softly, looking at the other two in the room with her. The bickering between the co-leaders of the Avengers stopped and they looked toward the young witch in surprise. “Really?” Asked Tony who took another bite of his donut much to Steve’s annoyance. “Do you want to understand it?” 

Wanda nodded and Steve took the opportunity to delve into his patriotic passion as two of the three decorators rolled their eyes. “Look what you’ve started.” Said Clint, his shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh as Wanda struggled to keep up with the history lecture that she had unknowingly asked for. 

(Y/n) looked around suddenly, noticing something, or rather someone, was missing. “Hey Steve, where’s Bucky?” Steve stopped talking about the Revolutionary War long enough to answer her. “He was.. Having some trouble sleeping last night and isn’t feeling well so he’s spending the day in his room.” (Y/n) frowned in concern. She hadn’t known her boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and felt guilty that she hadn’t gone to check on him at all. “Vision, you and Wanda can handle the rest of the food, right?” She asked the mechanical avenger who nodded and motioned for her to be off.

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to reach Bucky’s room and when she did, she knocked gently on the door. “Bucky? It’s me, (Y/n), are you okay? I heard you weren’t feeling well.” From beyond the door she heard a rustle, as if something or someone was moving around, but no one answered the door. “Babe?” She tried again, hoping he would open the door so she didn’t have to. (Y/n) wondered if maybe he was asleep, but was proven wrong when there was a soft reply. “Don’t worry, I’m okay doll, you can go back downstairs. Go enjoy the festivities.” 

There was a hint of sadness in his voice and (Y/n) couldn’t help feeling bad about his condition. “I’m coming in.” She said, opening the door before Bucky could tell her not to bother. There he was, looking healthy as a horse and getting up to try and stop the door from opening. (Y/n) was confused. “Bucky? What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Bucky knew he had been caught in his lie. He invited her to sit on his bed, thinking out what to say next. (Y/n) looked at him expectantly and suddenly spoke up. “You’re not actually sick, are you?” She said that in a monotone voice, sounding a bit upset. Bucky felt awful. The two of them hadn’t even been together for a year yet, and he didn’t want her to feel obligated to throw away a fun holiday like this for his sake. 

“No. No, I’m not actually sick.” He confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down. “Then why aren’t you joining us downstairs? We’re going to start up the grill outside on the balcony, maybe get a campfire up and running, and watch the fireworks. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

It did sound fun, but that’s what made Bucky so sad. After everything he had done, why should he be out there celebrating America’s independence after he worked for Hydra to take over his beloved home country. Why should he celebrate freedom after he had taken so many innocent lives?

 A tight hug snapped him out of his damp mood and his eyes widened to feel tears falling on the back of his hands. He hadn’t even realized he had started crying. Furiously, Bucky wiped at the tears, trying to get rid of them and toughen up. 

“It’s okay, you can cry. I won’t judge you.” Said (Y/n) softly, hugging him tighter and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Bucky’s wall of emotions shattered and he broke down. Turning around to face her, he held her in his arms and cried freely. He couldn’t form coherent words as he tried to explain to her why he hid from everyone. She didn’t say anything, trying to understand him as he finally managed to calm down. 

“I just don’t feel welcome. I’ve hurt so many people, heck I’ve killed so many people. I killed Tony’s parents and even tried to kill all of you at one point or another. I don’t deserve to be celebrating with all of you.” He looked at (Y/n) who looked at him with sad eyes. 

“You deserve to be with us as much as anyone else, Bucky. First of all, you didn’t have a choice in the matter during your time with Hydra because you were brainwashed. Second, you’re forgetting who all you’re celebrating with. Tony has indirectly killed thousands of people with the weapons he used to manufacture, Natasha used to be a Russian spy, Clint is technically an assassin, Wanda used to work for Hydra, Bruce is literally a green radioactively-made monster who can take down giant flying carnivorous alien worms,Thor has killed thousands of people because he’s a small-g god, and I work as an agent for SHIELD. You fit right in with us!”

Bucky laughed softly, falling back into her arms. “I guess you’re right..” He murmured but his faint smile didn’t last. “Do fireworks bother you?” Guessed (Y/n), a small puzzle being put together in her mind. “Is that why you had trouble sleeping?” Bucky nodded, feeling a bit stupid for admitting it. “They.. give me nightmares and flashbacks from the war.. And Hydra.. And they keep on going for days because of the Fourth of July.” 

“If there was a way to make the noise disappear from the fireworks, would you go out to see them?” Bucky nodded. “I love fireworks.” (Y/n) smiled happily. “I’ll be right back.” She left his side and Bucky immediately missed her warmth and comfort. He wondered what she could be doing. Bucky prayed that she wasn’t going to tell the others and hugged his knees to his chest anxiously. 

When (Y/n) returned, she was carrying a pair of large black headphones. “What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “They’re noise canceling headphones. I use them sometimes when I go to the firing range for practice. Try them on.” He hesitantly put it on, adjusting the ears to fit his head and he was shocked when all the noise from his room and downstairs disappeared. It was like he was just alone with his thoughts with nothing to interrupt him. 

(Y/n) tried to speak to him but he could hear her. She tried again and this time he told her he couldn’t understand what she was saying, making her laugh as she took the headphones off. “It looks like they work.” Bucky hugged her tight, kissing her cheek happily. “Will you be joining us downstairs? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She assured him, the question lingering for a second as he considered the option for the first time in quite a while. 

“I’ll be downstairs in a bit. I need to freshen up.” (Y/n) smiled happily and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Alright then! I’ll see you later!” As she left Bucky’s room, he watched her retreating figure with a smile. What did he do to become so lucky that he could have a girl like her?

By the time he had gone downstairs, everyone was already on the balcony. The smell of grilling chicken, burgers, and steak wafted through the air as well as the sound of laughter. When he appeared in the doorway, Steve was the first to catch sight of him, looking at his best friend with a look of absolute shock, not expecting to see him out and about that evening. 

“Ay, Manchurian Candidate, nice to see you!” Called Tony, waving at him from his spot next to his wife, Pepper. (Y/n) looked over at him and smiled as one of Clint’s daughters braided her hair. “There are some sodas and beer in the cooler if you’d like one.” Said Wanda as she drank a Pepsi beside Vision on the couch. Peter was already over at the cooler, grabbing two juice pouches, one for him and one for another one of Clint’s kids. 

As Bucky got settled down nervously between (Y/n) and Steve, his fellow soldier patted him on the shoulder. “I’m happy you could join us, Buck.” 

“You can thank (Y/n) for that. She convinced me that I was welcome.” 

“You’re always welcome. The past is in the past so enjoy the present. It’s not like we have a time machine and can go back to when and where we came from.” Joked Steve and Bucky laughed. 

Two hours later, the fireworks started. (Y/n) was seated comfortably in her boyfriend’s arms as they watched the colorful display in the night sky. Bucky looked down at her, the black headphones placed comfortably on his head and keeping away the loud sounds of the explosions. 

“I love you, doll.” He murmured softly, nuzzling his face into her shoulder as she held onto him with a smile. “I love you too, Bucky. Happy Fourth of July.”

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Meet Glass Girl (but you can just call her GG)! She's my cuphead oc. Her designed is based on a wine glass (hence the red wine hair) but with a more comfortable clothing style. This reminds me of a glass of wine after a hard day at work (you just want to be comfortable).

For those wondering how she has "hair", I am a fan of the "Bendy and Boris and the Quest for the Ink Machine" comic series. In that series, Cuphead actually has the liquid in his head styled like hair. This is the same deal.

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Dragon Ball Males x reader - Pregnancy HCs

[Reader and (character) are married]

Goku

When you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s confused at first but when he places his hands on your stomach and spends a moment in silence, his eyes widen in realization and he begins to smile

He has a vague understanding of what pregnancy is

Keep in mind that he has two children from his ex-wife, Chi-Chi

Goku was very happy and gives you a large yet gentle hug

He’s excited to be a father again (he loves children even though he isn’t the most responsible with them)

He’s especially happy that he gets to spend even more time with you, his beautiful wife

The pregnancy is long and hard especially when the kid started kicking (remember, this is both Goku’s kid and a half-saiyan so the kicks are strong)

Fortunately, the cravings didn’t get too strange and, much to your husband’s delight, you were very cuddly which meant lots of affection for both of you

When the child is born, they turn out to be a healthy baby boy

Goku couldn’t help but smile when he was holding his newborn son for the first time

“He’s.. so small..” You chuckle softly, tired from giving birth

“Yeah, he would be. He’s just a baby.”

You two decided to name him “Kumo” meaning “Cloud”

“When can I start training him?”

“Goku no.”

Vegeta

When you tell him the big news, he’s shocked, blinking at you as he processes the information

It’s not the first time he’s been told that his wife was pregnant, but it shocks him every time

He hesitantly tried to sense the child growing in your womb, and when he found them, his eyes softened

He slowly approached you, giving you a gentle hug and a kiss

“I’ll protect them with my life. I promise.” He whispers softly as he buries his face into your neck

Even though you were pregnant with Vegeta’s kid, the 9 months were rather easy

Vegeta had little to no problem going and getting whatever you needed to sooth your odd food cravings

Vegeta’s ex-wife, Bulma was more than happy to help you both out when the baby was due

Trunks, your husband’s first born and your step-son, was elated to find out he was going to have another sibling

When you finally gave birth, you presented Vegeta with a beautiful baby girl

He couldn’t hold back a smile as he held her in his arms

She had a full head of black hair and her father’s black eyes, indicating her dominant genes were Saiyan

“Hello, Eschalotte.” He murmured softly letting out a soft purr as he nuzzled his daughter affectionately, causing her to let out a giggle

Gohan

Naturally, he’ll get both happy and nervous when you tell him

Yes, he’s been a father before, but he gets anxious about making sure everything goes smoothly

While he’s not going to be there at your side all the time, having to keep up with work, he’ll do his best to satisfy your needs and make you comfortable

At your word, he’ll rush to the store for food or (if he’s home and not too busy) to cuddle with you

Honestly, he’s a cinnamon roll

When you give birth, he’s surprised to find that he’s the proud father of a little quarter saiyan boy, now lovingly named Daiko (Powerful Light)

He got incredibly emotional and began to cry happy tears

“Th-thank you, (Y/n). I love you so so much.”

Raditz

He was shook

“Y-you’re pregnant? Are you sure?”

At first you were worried that he was upset with the news but then he reassured you that he was actually happy

He was just making sure you weren’t pulling a prank on him

Lucky for him you weren’t joking

He’s never been a father before and he has no idea what exactly to do

Saiyan pregnancies are handled differently than human pregnancies so everything he knows is just thrown out the window at this point

Needless to say however, he does his best to make sure you’re happy

Expect lots of affection and service during your three trimesters

When your baby bump appears and the child starts kicking, that’s when he starts “talking to the baby”

“Little one, I’m so glad you’re so eager to meet us, but you need more time in there. We want to make sure that you’re nice and strong and healthy so you can take on the world with us. Be nice to mommy, okay?” 

Your heart melts every time

When you end up giving birth, it’s through a long and tough labor

Raditz is seriously panicking

However, it was all well worth it to see your saiyan husband’s reaction to the sight of his child in the bassinet

Tears began to fall from his eyes while he tried to hold them back or hide them

He looked so happy and he held his hand out toward his newborn daughter, Rutaba

“She’s so beautiful.. just like her mother..”

Zamasu (Goku Black)

Well, you were certainly nervous when telling him

You knew a bit of his ideal world, a somewhat mortal free place, and that made you nervous about how he would react to what you had to tell him

A half-kai-half-human child, a.k.a. a technical demigod

When you approached him, he looked your way, sensing that you wanted to talk

However, before you could get the words out he smiles and asks how far along you are

You just stand there in shock and confusion

“How.. how did you..?”

“I can sense her energy. She’s rather strong for an embryo.”

“She???”

That’s how you found out that you were pregnant with your and Zamasu’s daughter

For the most part, your strange behavior and cravings during the next nine months didn’t bother him

He did find it occasionally annoying when he was trying to plot his ultimate takeover of the universe and you called for him to grab you some odd food combination that made him cringe in disgust

However, he got over it and pretended like everything was perfectly fine

And thank goodness he did because when the due date finally arrived along with your daughter, he realized that the frustration wasn’t necessary because everything was so perfect

He kissed the forehead of his daughter who stopped crying when he did

“Hello there, Kamiko (Little goddess).”

You couldn’t help but smile as you realized that you never needed to be nervous about being pregnant

You knew he would treat you just right

My Hero (Phoenix Wright x reader)

-(Y/n)'s POV-

I stood at the defense table, right beside my boss. Occasionally, I handed him some evidence, watching as his crime solving and observation skills broke down the opposing prosecutor. Phoenix Wright really was one of the best defense attorneys there was.

"As you can see, this picture does indeed show the defendant, Miss Wy Vern going into the shack, however, I'd like to present a new picture to the court. Something that clearly contradicts the witness's testimony."

I handed him the new picture, which he showed to the courtroom. "Oh my! This picture shows the defendant leaving!" exclaimed the judge and that got the jury talking.

"Mr. Kerr, if you really saw Miss Vern never leave the crime scene, then why does this picture show the exact opposite?" The witness, Mr. Joe Kerr, let out a loud cry and slammed his head on the witness stand. I smiled, looking at Phoenix. "Great job! Now to end this!" He smiled back and nodded.

"Wait! Your Honor! T-the defendant probably ran back into the building, knowing that there was a camera there!" said Winston Payne, the prosecutor, from across the courtroom and Phoenix slammed his hand on the table. "OBJECTION!"

'Goodness, his shout sent shivers up my spine..'

"The camera was set to take a picture a second after the door was opened, and as seen in this picture, the defendant is clearly outside the shack and the door is closed.

If the defendant actually stayed in the shack, then there would be another picture of her entering the house. Not only that, but your own brother, Locc Kerr testified that he saw Miss Vern in the gym during the time of the murder, thus giving her even more of an alibi with this proof. If I may, I'd like to present even more evidence to the court."

Another picture was handed in and it caused as much ruckus as the previous one. This time the picture, being half burned but still obvious, showed the witness entering the shack at least 10 minutes after the other picture was taken.

Mr. Payne yelped in shock. "Well. What were you doing entering the shack after the owner left? And why was the evidence you did being burned?" Mr, Kerr promptly began ranting about how the defendant should die, all while foaming at the mouth. I winced at his tantrum and turned to Phoenix. "Well, what now? We've basically proven her innocence, but what about the murderer? Who is it?"

He looked at me and smirked. "It's Joe Kerr. He wanted to get rid of Miss Vern in order to get a chance to steal her fortune. The victim, Miss Vern's friend, entered the shack, and Mr. Kerr, thinking that it was Miss Vern, killed him. When he found out the victim wasn't his target, he decided to grab the evidence and frame Wy Vern."

"Then where is the picture of him leaving the shack?" I asked, confused and shrugged. "Probably completely burned. This picture was in the process of being burned when it was found, so the other one was probably burned before hand, either that or it's being hidden somewhere."

Mr. Kerr, meanwhile, started cussing at the court, ignoring the judge's call for order. Suddenly, he leapt from the witness stand and ran toward the defense table, jumping over the defense table and tackling the two of us as we tried to move away. I let out a yelp as he forced me upward and put a knife to my throat.

"Let me go without consequence or this woman dies." he said and pressed it closer, moving the knife enough to cut my skin just a bit, blood starting to trickle down my neck. I let out an involuntary cry of pain and I saw Phoenix's eyes flash with rage. He took a step forward but then the knife was pointed at him. "Don't come any closer! I'm warning you! She'll pay the price!" He froze, the courtroom silent.

The court guards and policemen were all around the defense table and didn't move as he once again demanded to be let go. When one of the guards moved forward, Joe Kerr turned the two of us toward them and made another cut on my neck.

Just then, Phoenix moved and grabbed the hand holding the knife from behind. He quickly forced it away from my neck, grabbing me out of Mr. Kerr's hold and bringing me against his chest, shielding me with his body as Joe lashed out in anger, slicing Phoenix's jacket and drawing blood.

His rage was his downfall, however, and he was quickly tackled by the guards. Phoenix was trying to look like he wasn't in a lot of pain, but it wasn't working. "Phoenix!" I cried in alarm as his jacket was staining heavily with blood. There was quite the panic in the courtroom and I began crying, trying to figure out what to do. Paramedics quickly arrived and both of us were taken away to the hospital. I was given some stitches for my neck, and let out early, but I couldn't see Phoenix as he was still in surgery and was told to go home and rest.

I felt awful and began to cry on the way back to the Wright & Co. Law Offices. He had saved me, but what if he died from blood loss as a result! I couldn't bear the thought of losing him, I cared way too much about him. If I was going to be honest, I had been crushing on him for quite a while. Eventually I just passed out from exhaustion at his desk.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. "Hello, Wright and Co. Law Offices, I said, a little groggy. "Hello, this is the Los Angeles hospital. Mr. Wright is ready to picked up and taken home. When can we expect you?" This jolted me awake and I responded quickly. "I'll be there as soon as I can!" Having said that, I quickly grabbed my coat, shoes, and a scarf and left for the hospital.

When I arrived, I made a beeline for his room and there he was, attempting to get a shirt on over his cut. I blushed hard. I had no idea that Phoenix worked out. As soon as he saw me, his eyes sparkled and I shyly approached him. He blushed too, and I offered a helping hand. He nodded and I helped him put the shirt on just as a doctor entered the room.

"(Y/n) (L/n)? Please make Mr. Wright takes it easy. His injuries will require a long time of healing. He'll need help with a lot of tasks and will need to take pain killers at least twice a day if not three." I nodded, gathering Phoenix's belongings. We took a taxi to his house and I helped him get settled in.

He was awfully silent throughout the entire drive and I got worried. "Phoenix? What's wrong? You've been really quiet." He looked down, then got up and waked over to me, reaching a hand out hesitantly. I blushed, looking at his hand. "Y-your neck.." "W-what?" "How is it?" I was shocked. He literally cut down his back with a knife and he was worried about some small cut on the front of my neck. He gently took hold of the scarf and unwrapped it, frowning at the stitches. "It's not that bad, Phoenix." He shook his head and looked at me with tears in his eyes. "But I couldn't protect you, and you got hurt.." I looked at him in shock. "You have it worse than I do! You've got a huge cut all the way down your back!" He grabbed my shoulders, looking at me desperately. "But you got hurt! You got hurt, (Y/n)! I never wanted you to get hurt! I love you and I froze up and you got hurt because of it!"

His arms wrapped around me and my heart raced "I- I.. I can't lose you (Y/n). Not you too... I can't have my heart broken again." I gently hugged him back, careful of his injury. "I love you too Phoenix. That's why I was so upset that you got hurt protecting me."

He pulled away and looked at me in shock, with a large scale blush on his face. "Y-you love me?" I looked at him amused as he asked bewildered, "A-am I dreaming? This isn't real is it?" I smiled and blushed, leaning forward, caressing his face, blushing as he leaned into my touch. "Does this feel like a dream?" With that, I closed the gap between us. His lips were even softer and sweeter than I'd imagined they'd be. When he finally kissed back, it was with a desperation and passion I didn't really expect from him, but it just made it that much more enjoyable.

Finally pulling away for air, he pressed his forehead to mine and sighed happily. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment to happen." He whispered this so softly, I could barely hear it. I leaned against him happily and just enjoyed his presence.

"I love you so much, Phoenix Wright. You're my hero." "I love you too, (Y/n) (L/n). More than you could ever know.."