He had no idea what Steve was on about. The super soldier seemed to have a penchant for giving him a lot of surprises. Pleasant surprises at least. He’d grumble, put up a fuss but he’s always love i when Steve gave him things, no matter how big or little it was. But this, this he was beyond thrilled about.
He opened his eyes, blinking away the bright sunlight then looked around. At first he didn’t see anything, at least, until he looked down. “Steve…” His voice was tight as he knelt down to pet his hand over the dog’s head. The puppy was gorgeous. The prettiest puppy he had ever seen. He picked up the puppy, holding it gently as the thing licked his face.
"Thank you, Steve. I love it."
Steve had been very particular about the puppy he got for Bucky. He had searched all over the newspaper and craigslist to find the perfect puppy. This one was exactly that. She was the prettiest and most loving puppy he could find and he was glad that Bucky was taking to her already. “Her,” He says. “It’s a girl so you can’t name her something ridiculous like Steve jr.” He teases, leaning over to press a kiss against Bucky’s face, on the side that the puppy wasn’t slobbering all over. “She’s all yours, if you ever get sick of me, you can keep her.”
There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?”
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human.
Therapy animals save lives.
These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury.
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!
He shakes his head and rips it in half, right down the middle of his naively smiling face. He crumples up the pieces and holds them over the burning candle on the dresser, watching stoically as they crackle and pop. “It’s fine, jus’— y’see somethin’ where I’ve still got a head full of curls, throw it out.”
Steve watches as Clint rips the photograph in half and then allows the pieces to burn over the candle. He just stands back for a minute as he watches Clint slip into a sort of cold state that he’s not used to seeing from the other. It takes a prolonged moment before Steve moves to take the picture from Clint’s hand to toss it into the trashcan. “Baby, you’re going to burn your fingers.” He says gently.
You have 2000 followers, and you deserve each and every one of them, because your Steve is amazing.
I almost pissed myself because I was afraid this was going to be a hate anon. Just thank you. Thank you. This is just proof of how I never expect kind words. I can’t believe that I have been here over a year, that I have been shaping and molding this muse for so long. I used to hate Steve and now all I do is have emotions about Steve.
Welps loudly I was questionspidey and pureironyoucreep but I put peter on a sideblog and Jo disappeared on me shrugs I’M UP FOR STUCKY I’M UP FOR LIFE DESTROYING FEELS BUT PROBABLY NOT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND I’VE HAD NOTHING BUT CANDY ALL DAY
I audibly screamed, made my roommate confirm the number for me and then started crying. There are 2000 people following my little blog I started a year ago when i was certain that I couldn’t even write Steve to say my life. I really… I.. there will be a thing. A giveaway and a video I swear it but right now I’m still recovering because there are 2000 of you. Two. Fucking. Thousand.
Bucky smiles and turns his head, creaking open an eye. “Hey doll, it’s okay I like it,” he says, turning his head to kiss Steve’s hand. “You’re a sweetheart you know that baby?” He asks Steve giving him an impish grin. “Now whaddya say we get outta here and spend the day doing absolutely nothin’.”
Steve just flushes darker when Bucky starts to lather him in the affectionate words. “Does spending the day doing absolutely nothing mean I can make you watch Star Trek with me?” Steve asks after he clears his throat a few times to try and remember how to speak again.
You hush, I will always do an opinion thing for you. My opinion is that I had been weary of OCs until I met you. Bryce is so well put together and organized, I adore what you’ve done with him. There are not many OCs that I can say that I adore as much as I adore yours. Bryce should be an actual agent of shield, a canon character honestly. I love our ship, I love that we write it like real life, that they get in fights and say mean things to each other and consider breaking it off at times. I love that we can have angst and I don’t have to get scared that you secretly just don’t want to write with me any more. Also, I just love you. And if I see other Steebs writing with you I get hella jealous and Steve wants to pounce Bryce and hump him on the closest available surface to claim him as his.