suprised by joy

Almond Joy (Suprise Dogsitting)

Summary: You take care of Bucky’s dog and find out who he really is

Word count:1851

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Clearly I’m not the best at choosing titles, but I hope that doesn’t deter anyone from reading this! Hope you enjoy :) Oh and there will be multiple parts!

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It had only been a few days into the spring. Spring excited you because it meant a new beginning of life, which comes along with new goals and new experiences. You checked your list of goals for the year. At the top was the typical “get in shape”. 

Since most people’s resolutions were too broad, they usually did not last. So, you listed that you would go for a jog for at least half an hour every morning and substitute unhealthy food for healthier ones, such as eating wheat bread instead of white bread or granola bars instead of chips. This was supposed to start at the beginning of the year, but you had forgotten to and ended up putting it off towards spring time.

You were on spring break, so you did not have to worry about school interfering with your schedule. With the free time that you had, you got up whenever you woke up to exercise. Had it been the school year, you would have jogged 6 am every morning since you had a class that started at 8. You jogged into the city and returned to your apartment afterwards to continue with the rest of your day. It became a routine that you were fond of. Exercise may not be your strongest suit, but the feeling of satisfaction afterwards was well worth it.

You grabbed your running shoes by the door and headed outside. A few steps down your driveway you realized you had not grabbed a water bottle nor locked the door. You returned inside and took a water bottle from the fridge and locked your front door. It was cold outside. Although you hated the cold, the weather was in your favor; it’s a lot better than running when it’s hot out.

The cold air at first brought goosebumps but then your skin started to release sweat a few minutes into your jogging. Music was blasting through your ears and you imagined yourself in a music video, and the scenery around you played a role in it.

Once you reached the end of the sidewalk, you clicked the pedestrian crossing button. The breeze hit against you as you waited for the red hand to change into a walking person sign. You took a swig of your water and gulped it down.

When the light changed, you continued jog. The hardest part about exercising was getting yourself to begin. Once you began, you pushed yourself until you got tired. The nature got nicer as you kept jogging. Your thoughts were clouded with what you’ll be doing for the rest of the day. After you jog and shower, you had nothing planned for the rest of the day. The idea of messaging a friend popped in your head so you mentally noted to do so when you got back home.

You glanced down at your timer. It had been seventeen minutes out of the thirty. Time flew by. Transitioning from a slow jog to a fast walk, you tried to keep your breathing even. It was time for you to head back towards home. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a large brown dog. It was sniffing the ground. The dog had a dog tag on it, so you figured it had escaped from someone’s house.

The music was still playing in your headphones so you paused it. You called it over and it looked at you, but it continued to sniff the sidewalk. Noticing that you were cutting time into your walk, you went back to your exercise.

The path became bumpier as you moved and you slowed down so you wouldn’t fall. Over your headphones, the sound of barking intensified. You gasped and stopped in your tracks. With a swift turn, you faced the dog you saw earlier.

“Oh my gosh doggy, you nearly scared me,” you looked around to see if the dog was truly alone, and it was. There were no homes around for you to take the dog to “Want to come home with me?”

It just stood there, wagging its tail. In order to see if the dog planned on following you, you took a few slow steps. It followed you.

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Surprise

~Damien x Reader

~It’s Damien’s birthday and you want to make it special for him :) Also this was my first request! If anyone has any message me or send a request!


Today was going to be perfect for him, he deserved that. Today was Damien’s birthday and you had the dining room decorated, thanks to the help of Sam and Erik. Matthew made a vanilla cake with strawberries that looked to die for, as well as dinner which was one of Damien’s favorite meals, lasagna. James had taken Damien out to go grocery shopping to give everyone time to set up, thankfully he no longer had his mindreading abilities to know what you all were truly up too. You couldn’t help but imagine what your husband’s face would look like at your gift. Snapping back to reality you heard the front door open. Everyone waited for the two to enter the room before yelling out “Surprise!”


A smile formed on your husband’s face as he gave each of his brothers a hug before giving one to you. “Thank you.” he said softly as he placed a kiss on your cheek earning a blush from you. “Can you all stop face fuckin so we can have ca- OUCH!” Sam screamed as his sentence was cut off by James flicking the back of his head giving him a death glare. “Dinner first Sam and behave.” James said through gritted teeth obviously annoyed by his brother’s behavior. With that everyone sat down and waited for their chance to serve themselves.


~Let’s have Sam speed us into the end of present time ;)

“Alright we have one more.” James said smiling at me. I had told the brothers ahead of time that they were going to be uncles, now it was time to tell Damien he was going to be a father. Grabbing the small box that contained the positive pregnancy test.

“This is from me.” I said as I smiled at him happily.

The room was frozen as he picked up the test, his blue eyes filled with tears of joy. “Suprise!” I said as Damien carefully wrapped his arms around me as if he was afraid I would break. “I promise. I promise I will never hurt him or her like my father hurt me.” His words made you tear up as you pulled back and cupped his face in your hands. “You are nothing like him. You’re my husband and some beautiful child’s father.’

anonymous asked:

Random one! What do you think their favorite ice cream flavor are?

I like this prompt, very different from the ones I have been getting, they’re all good though! I’m trying to answer all of the asks in order, but the one I’m working on now is becoming longer than I thought it would be, and I feel bad about not posting today, so here’s a short cute one! I hope you guys like it!

Cait: Cait actually really likes ice cream, and she’ll eat almost any flavor you give her, but her favorite is Peanut Butter Swirl. She LOVES peanut butter, and anything that has the flavor is her favorite. It’s one of the few things that makes her feel like she could have a simple life.

Codsworth: He can’t eat it, but he loves serving an Orange Sherbet. He’s not really sure why, but he likes the name and the way it looks when served in a little glass cup.

Curie: Mint Chocolate Chip. The coolness of the mint never ceases to amaze her. She loves to experience weird sensations since she hasn’t had her body long in comparison to her time in the commonwealth, so she loves experiences that surprise her. She also has a total sweet tooth and loves the chocolate chips. “Like a little suprise ov joy while I enjoy the ice cream!” She first told Sole.

Danse: Strawberry. You’d think a big strong man like him would like something with chocolate or something like rocky road, but he loves a good bowl of strawberry ice cream. It’s sweet and has little chunks of strawberries, which he thinks tastes good, and justifies eating it more than any other flavor because “It still has fruit in it Sole. Why do you keep looking at me like that? Is something funny?”

Deacon: Cherry Vanilla. He loves anything cherry and he finds something oddly charming about the flavor. He thinks it’s under appreciated, and kind of flows under the radar when people think of ice cream flavors, just like himself. Deacon has a personal connection with a lot of his foods.

Hancock: Rum Raisin. He’s been around alcohol enough to appreciate the flavor of it in something else so he doesn’t have to get drunk, but can still smell the aroma, which reminds him of home. And it doesn’t hurt that Sole once called him a “Cute little raisin.” He thought it was cuter to be called that than some of the other names he had been called.

MacCready: Chocolate! He loves chocolate! And it doesn’t come in a large supply in the wasteland. He could never find any when he was in Little Lamplight. He first tried it when he was with the gunners and they robbed a caravan. Looking back, he felt kind of bad for such a happy memory to come from something so cruel, but he couldn’t change it now, so he just enjoys it with Sole and tries not to think about it.

Nick: Nick tried not to eat or drink because it could mess with his wiring, but on a rare occasion you could find him eating a single scoop of Coffee flavored ice cream. It was something human Nick’s partner at the police station would eat a lot, and the smell gave nick a fond memory, even if it wasn’t his own.

Piper: Cookies N’ Creme. It was her dad’s favorite, and when she was little, she and her father would each have a bowl of it almost every night before bed. It was a cute little tradition they had, and when her father was killed, she continued on the tradition with Nat. It reminded her of a happier time.

Preston: Pistachio. Preston liked how odd and slightly bitter the ice cream tasted. It was different. And Preston didn’t have too much of a sweet tooth. What also made him smile was the bright green color. It made Preston feel like a kid again.

Strong: “What in bowl? Why would Strong eat ice and cream?” “It’s not ice and cream Strong, it’s icecream. I mean it has ice and cream in it but…” “What is cream?” Strong looked intrigued. “It’s like milk, but thicker.” “MILK? Why human not say that earlier?” Strong yanked the bowl out of Sole’s hands. “Wait Strong it’s not what you think!” Strong poured the contents of the bowl in his mouth and then spit it out immediately. “BLEH! Milk taste too sweet! Tastes DISGUSTING” “Okay, even if that was the milk of human kindness, wouldn’t THAT be sweet?”

X6-88: Plain Vanilla. At first, he wouldn’t even try it, telling Sole he didn’t even need to eat, and that this was a waste of their time. But eventually he tried it just to shut Sole up, and was surprised at how much he liked it. He never went out of his way to have it, but whenever Sole offers, he sits down and has a bowl with them.

I was driven to Whipsnade one sunny morning. When we set out I did not believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God, and when we reached the zoo I did. Yet I had not exactly spent the journey in thought. Nor in great emotion. “Emotional” is perhaps the last word we can apply to some of the most important events. It was more like when a man, after a long sleep, still lying motionless in bed, becomes aware that he is now awake.
—  C.S. Lewis