#Steve playing with dogs

[braveclementine]

Chapter 4

Warnings: Angst, Main Character Death

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

James Rupert Rhodes United States Air Force October 6, 1968 Now Protecting Us From Above

You laid your flowers down in front of the simple but clean gravestone at the Long Island National Cemetery. The flowers were a dark blue and roses.

"Hi James." You whispered, tears coming up in your eyes again. You had been a hot mess ever since you had gotten back from the HYDRA base. "I. . . I came to see you. I just wanted to tell you how much I miss you. It's like there's this huge hole missing in my heart. I just wanted. . . I wanted to tell you that I love you. So very, very much. I wanted to tell you that you deserved more than what you got. You deserved more than what I could give you."

You wiped your face and choked out, "I'm carrying your baby now. Yours and Tony's. He's really happy, I hope you're looking down from Heaven and can see how happy he is. You and I both know he always wanted to be a father."

You tears had trailed all over your face and you wiped them away from your chin and cheeks, "Sorry for being such a hot mess. I just really. . . really fucking miss you. You're supposed to. . . you're supposed to hold your child James. I want. . . I wanted you to be able to hold your child."

You hunched over on your knees, openly sobbing now as you hugged your arms around your chest. Tony knelt down from where he had been standing behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Let it all out." Tony whispered. You could feel his own tears sliding down his rugged cheeks. "Let it out. It helps."

And you did. You sobbed, cried, and even screamed about the unfairness of this cruel world. It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair at all, no.

When you finally settled down, you got to your feet shakily, turning, and burying your head into Tony's firm, warm chest.

Stephen crossed the graveyard, carrying two cups of hot chocolate in his hands, handing them to the two of you silently. You sniffled, eyes pink, nose red, cheeks burning red.

"Come on." Stephen said quietly, taking both yours and Tony's hands into his own. "Let's go home."

***

Elizabeth Hope Clementine Maximy July 22, 2003 To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure -Albus Dumbledore

You stood between Clint and Loki in the fourth row at the funeral. Her parents and five brothers sobbed in the front row. Her mother rocked back and forth in her seat, clutching her arms to her chest. Her father had his head tilted back proudly, letting his red rimmed eyes leak tears. Her brothers varied from being to complete messes to being extremely stoic.

Hogun sat in his chair, head hanging as he stared at the ground. Sif sat next to him, a worried expression on her face, a hand on his shoulder. Fandral sat on the other side of him and Volstagg was next to Sif.

Minerva Elizabeth sat on Wanda's lap, as Hogun looked in no position to hold her. He didn't even look like he could hold himself together.

Vision was in his human form and his eyes were tinted red from the tears he had shedded. And they say he had no feelings because he was a robot! The audacity of people.

Pietro looked just as bad as Vision, sitting between Jessie and Katherine who were both openly crying. Katerina was curled up against Heimdall. They had still gotten married, but they had not made a ceremony of it.

You stayed behind after everyone was long gone, which was hours as her mother seemed unable to leave the gravesite. It took her father finally almost lifting her off the ground to carry her back to the car that it was just you- and Loki who stayed adamantly by your side.

You had picked up yellow roses, reminding you of her Hufflepuff side. Loki stayed back by the chairs as you approached the freshly dug grave.

"H-hey." Your voice already cracked as you knelt down in front of the grave, adding the yellow roses to the bouquets and bouquets of flowers that were there. "I just want to apologize. If. . . I'm so stupid. I should've known they were going to kill you. I should've known. . . I should've saved you. I'm so sorry. I'm the worst kind of person. I could've gotten you out, I just known I could've."

Salt water splattered onto the fresh soil. "I'm sorry. Forgive me."

You heard Loki's footsteps approach, crunching over the frozen ground. He knelt behind you, pulling you into a hug. He said nothing of comfort or disregard for your words. He was simply there, a calming presence for you to cling to.

You sat there, apologizing and crying until your nose was throbbing red and your fingers were stiff with cold. Only then did Loki say anything.

"You're freezing my Queen. Come, we need to get you somewhere warm before you get. . . what is that term? Frostbitten?" Loki said, careful not to touch your skin, lest he make you colder than you already were.

You wiped your frozen tears as he led you to a coffee shop.

The two of you sat underneath a TV which was playing the news. Loki ordered two Loki Frappuccinos (Grande Green Tea Frappuccino with no classic syrup. made with sweet cream. 3 pumps brown sugar syrup. extra Carmel drizzle and mocha cookie crumble topping.)

Loki held your hand as you took in stuttering sips from your drink. His eyes flickered up to the TV and he kept them there for a moment. His attentiveness to the TV made you listen in.

". . .say that the hospital was fully aware of what they were doing, getting bonuses for each shot that they administered."

You turned around to see a red-headed news caster on the TV outside a familiar looking hospital.

"The shot in question was disguised as a DTaP shot," The news caster continued, "However, in reality, it was a shot to sterilize women. This comes after the Supreme Court had passed the newest child policy law stating that for every woman-man soulmate bond in a family, there should be a child equivalent to that. This shot was given to every female passing through the hospital as a patient, save one, Mrs. Marvel, the Avengers soulmate."

You turned back around in your seat. You gave a bitter laugh, "She always was right."

Loki turned his attention to you. "Who?"

"Elizabeth." You whispered. "Why the hell do the sweetest people have to die?"

"Do you know how Elizabeth would've answered that question?" Loki asked, a small smile on his face.

You shook your head.

Loki pulled out his phone and said, "when you're in a garden. . . which flowers do you pick?"

You looked at him as he opened up the phone, "The best ones."

He smiled, "Exactly."

You laughed though you had tears in your eyes, "Yes, this looks like something she would say."

Loki put the phone away, taking both of your hands into his. "Y/N."

You blinked. He never called you by your name.

"Y/N. This is painful. This is one of the most painful feelings you will ever go through. But you are strong. You are one of the strongest women I know, and I grew up amongst Valkyrie and Sif. This hurts now, yes. But watch. See. You will move on. You will laugh again and you will smile again. You will come to a point where all that you will feel is overflowing love. Our children's laughter will bring delight into our lives. Time moves on. This sorrow feels overwhelming now, but we continue. We put one foot in front of the other. Slowly, oh so slowly, we move forward. We don't forget, but it fills our body in a different way. I love you Y/N. I love you very much. I want you to know that. I want you to know that everyday, I am here for you."

Tears just streamed silently down your face as you stared into Loki's earnest blue eyes.

"I love you too Lokes." You whispered.

Loki smiled, squeezing your hands, and leaned back. "Now, we finish these delicious drinks that were named after me and we head home. How does that sound?"

"Actually. . . there's one more thing I want to do before we go home."

***

Loki stood silently by your side as moved slowly through the Barnes and Noble, looking for what Elizabeth had talked to you about.

*Flashback*

"I want my daughter or sons first stuffed animal to be something magical." Elizabeth whispered. It was just the two of you, sitting in the backyard by the pool. She was sitting in front of you, her legs in the actually water while you were curled up in a lawn chair, Lucy on your lap.

"Of course you do." You said with a light laugh, bouncing your leg slightly. "Let me guess, some Harry Potter magical creature?"

Elizabeth grinned over her shoulder, "You know me so well Y/N. Probably Hedwig, you know, the owl. Something he or she can cuddle with. Of course, I'll spoil them silly with all sorts of animals. But I really would like the first one to be magical. Their first one."

*End*

"Here." You said softly, picking up medium sized, extremely fluffy, owl. "This is it."

Loki took your hand, paying for the toy, before you headed home.

You headed upstairs, wondering exactly where Minerva would be.

As you walked through the house, you couldn't even tell that a bomb had gone through it. It seemed all the same as it had been before. Except in a little off room, a small shrine had been set up for Rhodey.

You found Minerva sleeping in the girls' room that Tony had set up, in a crib that was placed next to Lucy's.

You bent over Lucy first, picking her up to hug and kiss her. Her pink rabbit was still in there and you smiled, thinking of all the good memories.

Then you put her down, leaning over Minerva's crib. "Hi Minerva." You whispered, putting the owl down next to her. You giggled quietly, seeing that it was almost as big as her. Minerva's small hands pulled it to her as she snuggle into it.

You laughed a little, making sure both baby monitors were on, before you left the room, leaving the door open so that you could get in an out without any problems.

As you headed down on the first floor, you heard a scream.

You full out sprinted, joined by T'Challa and Bucky in the hallway. "What happened?" T'Challa asked.

"I don't know."

"Stay here doll." Bucky warned you and you skidded to a stop, watching them run off.

You hurried back to the children's rooms, pacing in and out of the rooms, watching over them until Steve came up to you. He looked worn out, tired, and full of sorrow.

"Steve? What happened?" You asked.

***

Hogun the Grim October 23, 949 Their Love Lives On In Death

He was buried next to Elizabeth at the request of Thor, though Sif wanted him buried in New Asgard 'where he belonged'. But Thor argued that it was obvious that Hogun was dead because of his love for Elizabeth and that he should be buried next to her. Fandral had convinced Sif, and now we were here.

The flowers that you brought were blue, laying them down at his grave. You stood by Thor's side as he talked to Hogun. Told him how much he enjoyed his comradeship over the years, how much it meant to him that Hogun stood by his side for hundreds of years. How he respected Hogun in his fighting ability and his friendship. And how he hoped that he and Elizabeth were dancing in the stars now.

Loki stood there too, a few paces away from the two of you. Thor finally put an arm around you and the three of you silently made your way back to your house.

You went to the kitchen when you got back, making a pot of tea, taking it out into the backyard.

Ginny and Buster were running around, Steve tossing balls and Frisbees for them to catch. You smiled at him, but didn't join him, sitting on one of the lawn chairs that you had by the pool, though the pool was covered up for winter.

You wrapped your blanket around you tighter. Everything seemed a little quieter now. The house seemed emptier. It was. . . peaceful in a way.

You watched Steve tackled Buster to wrangle a ball from his mouth, laughing. A smile came to your lips.

Loki was right. You would all move on eventually. 

[wormdebut]

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

@hellion-child you did this. Inspired by this legendary post.

‘It’s not illegal to go to the dog park, just to hear hot dads say Good Girl.’

Rating: M CW: overusage of the term daddy and Eddie just being a horny bastard.

——

“You know, this is fucking insane, right?” Chrissy laughs while Eddie lounges on the park bench.

Yes. He’s aware.

He and Chrissy don’t even have a dog and yet—

“Chris. Look at all of these great pet parents, taking care of these little doggies. Look at em. Wonderful. Stunning, very normal.”

Chrissy levels him with a glare. Being on the wrong side of a Chrissy glare is a scary thing, but alas his dog park visits are worth it.

“No. Look, listen. You’ve got all of these doggy daddies taking their lovely pups out for runs and walks and what not and then daddy wraps up his run and takes the precious ones to this here dog park. Woof.”

It really was worth it to Eddie, alright? There is nothing wrong with going to a public dog park to maybe hear a hot sweaty man coo at his dog.

‘Good Boy’

‘Precious Girl’

Bark bark bark or whatever.

Would Eddie ever talk to any of them? Absolutely the fuck not, but a man could dream.

He was bummed though because none of the hot guys were out, today.

Damn.

He is busy scanning the area to see if he missed anyone, Chrissy yapping on and on about how they could just get a dog when someone slows their run to chat.

“Hi!” She says. This woman is tall, short hair messed up from running, she’s got a bright ass orange jacket on, and she is most certainly Chrissy’s type. Thats not fucking fair at all, now is it?

Chrissy’s complaining tapers off. “Hey.”

They smile at each other, and this is truly unfair, Eddie thinks. This whole dog park thing was for him and yet.

“I hope you don’t mind, but me and my best friend just moved to the area and honestly, I think you’re pretty so—I just thought I would say hi.” She hardly makes eye contact with Eddie. So it’s clear who she’s talking to.

Like recognizes like, he supposes.

He can respect the straight forwardness of it all. Chrissy is just kinda staring at her so he speaks up. ��Well, I’m Eddie and this is Chrissy, and I can confidently say that she also thinks you’re pretty.”

Both woman turn to stare and him, Chrissy with big eyes and the other woman with a smirk. She speaks, “Well, it must be my lucky day.” She turns back to Chrissy, “I’m Robin.”

The two get talking and Eddie is happy for his best friend, he really is, but where are all the hot men?

He’s about ready to call it quits when he sees a fucking god, running with a ridiculously stunning dog.

Hot people own hot dogs, he supposes.

This guy is—fuck. He’s sweaty from running, and his hair is fucking gorgeous, even after activities. Thats a green flag. Eddie is just shocked.

This is the dog daddy of all dog daddies. He’s wearing tiny fucking red shorts that expose thighs for days and—

“Jesus fuckin’—see?” Eddie doesn’t even care that he is interrupting the girls conversation cause this guys is—god damn. “He could slap a collar on me and walk me like a dog.”

Chrissy balks. “Eddie. We are in the company of a new friend. Robin doesn’t deserves this.”

Eddie simply shrugs and Robin laughs, “No. I think it’s hilarious which guy caught your eye?”

Oh, he likes Robin. “I like her. Get her number—“ He smiles big at Chrissy, before gesturing towards the fucking Adonis in tiny little running shorts. “Anywhozle. That one, look at him. On my knees in a second.”

He ignores Chrissy’s eye roll, and watches as Robin takes in the guy, before busting out in a laugh. “Oh my god—Steve?”

Oh shit.

“I—do you—“ Abort mission. Abort abort.

“Oh yeah, remember that best friend I was telling you guys about?”

She is still laughing, and Chrissy joins her before handing Robin her phone.

Eddie feels like he just got bamboozled.

“Chrissy, babe, I’ll text you. Eddie? I’ll see what I can do.” She smiles at them both before running over to ‘Steve’ and his—their?— gorgeous dog.

“No wait I—“ Eddie tries but she’s already over with Steve who is listening intently to what Robin has to say.

Oh god, oh no. Oh god.

Chrissy is just laughing softly into her hand, which turns into full laughter quick because Steve turns to look at them, smiles and winks.

[morganbritton132]

It be so funny if they took Joan to soccer game and put her either in the team colour or a cheerleading outfit.

Great minds think alike because I was just thinking that we having checked in with Joan in a while so this problem is perfect.

Every Saturday for over a month now, Joan has watched the humans and Ozzy leave the house in the morning and come back hours later loud, smelly, and energized. She does not have a problem with this per se but if she had eyebrows, she’d raise one of them. She would raise the other when they’re all too tired to play with her for too long after they come back.

So, Joan makes a decision.

When the next Saturday rolls around and Steve is digging around in the drier for his jersey, she makes her case known. She whines. She meows. She gets in the way of every step. She commits a drive-by biting. She even gets in the storage closet in the hallway and knocks over the dreaded cat stroller so it falls into the hallway.

She makes it very clear. She wants to go.

Eddie coos at her, “Awe, baby, she feels left out. Let’s take her.”

“Ed, it’s hot outside,” Steve replies, gesturing to Joan. She rubs her head against his leg. “She’s gray.”

“Steve, don’t be racist.”

“I’m not being – how is that –“ Steve sputters and then rambles on about tiny bodies, and fur, and overheating in the sun, but Joan already knows she got her way. Steve can’t say no to Eddie and he can’t say no to her either. Plus, she always gets her way.

Her way is the right way.

Steve sighs and gives in, “But if she gets too hot, you have to take her home.”

As a reward for Steve and Eddie’s good decision-making, Joan helps them get ready to leave. She wiggles her way into the cabinet with the first-aid kit and pulls out bandaids. She leaves them inside Steve’s cleats. He says thank you when he finds them.

Ozzy huffs from where he’s laying in his dog bed.

Joan purrs when Steve pets her head.

Since Eddie disappeared down into his studio the moment Steve agreed to let her come, Joan continues ‘helping Steve.’ Mainly, she cleans up (eats) all the scraps of lunchmeat he drops when making sandwiches for him, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy.

Eddie immerges from the studio ten minutes before they’re supposed to leave with a hastily sewed shirt made for a cat. It’s made out of the soft material of the cheer squad t-shirts he made for the other team members’ partners. He presents it first to Steve and then holds it out to Joan like, “Ta-dah.”

Joan sniffs the fabric – it smells like Eddie – and Steve is just like, “Why did you make that?”

“Because Joan’s got to represent, Stevie. We’re a jock family now and jocks wear their team colors,” Eddie insists, grin getting bigger when Steve rolls his eyes at him. “Everybody else is wearing team colors. Even Ozzy. See.”

He gestures to the pin attached to his yellow service dog vest that says ‘#1 Steve Harrington Defender.’ It’s right next to a patch that says ‘If You Pet Me, You Are A Part Of The Problem’ which is… “That’s new.”

“Yeah, I’m solving all the world’s problems today, baby,” He grins. “Isn’t that right, Joan?”

She hisses at the shirt.

[hammity-hammer]

steve harrington would absolutely get big dogs when he moves out on his own-- maybe his grandparents had one or two when he was younger & he'd visit them and see his family love the dog and play with it & just be happy, and he vowed to get his own one day so he could have a big ole best friend. & i dunno what breed specifically he'd get, but that dog would be so loved & would eat only the best food (because steve would chef up some cool fancy dog stuff because like why not??? if he can eat good, so can his pup) and have so many toys, and go on so many walks and have so many dog friends (that he met at the dog park) and they would wrestle & he would just-- give all of this love to his dog & it would have the dumbest name, chosen by dustin & max who just had to torture him with something stupid, steve picked out a sweet girl puppy so of course they named her Cheese, because what other name could they have chosen? (steve hates it but it is pretty funny to have to scold something named Cheese) and maybe one day he's walking Cheese (whom he does not call Cheese unless she's being bad-- he calls her all kinds of ridiculous petnames instead) and they stumble upon a very pretty, loud metalhead, walking his tiny ass chihuahua that cannot seem to leave Cheese alone. It just keeps leading the man over to them and Steve gets flustered every time, because wow he has such big, pretty eyes and oh wow, his mouth moves so pretty when he talks and-- oh god he's been talking and steve has no idea what he's saying and just has to awkwardly smile and nod, and the man blinks at him, waiting for an answer to the question he'd asked but steve has no idea what he's supposed to say.

"I can't just call you Pretty Boy, sweetheart, as much as I'd love that, I don't think that's your real name." The man laughs and then Steve realizes he has to introduce himself to him, and when he finds out that his name is Edward he has a whole hayday with that one, because he seems nothing like an Edward.

And maybe once they keep on talking, they make little playdates for their babies, and they plan real dates for themselves<3

[strangersteddierthings]

What's Eight Plus Seven?

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Pizza order successfully placed, Steve dials Robin's number next. He doesn't need to talk long, just... hear her voice. Maybe get some verbal support.

"Buckley residence."

"Thank God it's you," Steve sighs in relief to hear Robin's voice on the other end. There was a little bit of dread that her mom might have answered and then he'd be stuck on the phone while she tried to chat with him.

"Whoa. Was hosting the nerdfest that bad?" Robin asks, laughter in her voice.

"Uhh," Steve starts, because he's eloquent like that.

"Oh no. Was is that bad? What happened?"

He feels a flood of warmth for Robin's immediate concern. "No, no, nerdfest was fine. I, uhh, mostly I'm calling because Eddie and I are gonna, like, hang out and talk and I just- I dunno. Wanted to hear your voice, first."

"Oh. Really? Well. Here's my voice. This is you hearing it."

He laughs at that. "Thanks. It's just, I think it's gonna be, like, a bathroom floor kind of conversation, except in my living room on a couch."

"Oh! I can be there in ten if you need me."

"Nah. This is just- me needing to hear your voice, and also a warning that I might have to crawl through your window and fall apart on your bed later. Just don't know how this is going to go."

"I'm here if you need me. Are you going to talk about Freshman First Day?"

"We, uhh, already did. Mostly. There's been apologies and now we're gonna talk. Get to know each other. Play 20 questions, I guess."

Robin laughs at that. "Alright. Ask him if he's ever going to get me the sandwich he owes me from back in November."

"What?"

"You know, his whole cafeteria speech thing? Stepped right on my ham and cheese. It did make him slip and almost brain himself, and he did apologize. Told me he owed me a new sandwich. I never got it. Ask for me."

"We'll see. Okay, I'm going to go but, thank you. Love you."

"Love you, too. Window will be ajar."

Steve hangs up, then opens the fridge. He debates grabbing them beers but opts for soda. Back in the living room Steve finds Eddie sitting like a normal person on the couch, one leg bouncing relentlessly. Even with his superficial knowledge of Eddie, he can tell he's nervous. Not nervous Eddie would be perched on the back of his couch, ruining the cushions with whatever junk is on the bottom of his shoes. Probably.

"Soda?" Steve offers, plopping himself on the other end of the couch, hand outstretched for Eddie to take the beverage.

"Thanks." The bouncing of Eddie's leg pauses for a moment while he's opening and chugging half the can in one swift motion, then the bouncing starts again.

"Hey, man, relax. You didn't seem nearly as nervous when you were trying to sneakily hang out earlier."

Eddie lets out a big sigh. "Yeah, well, I didn't know you hated me then."

"I don't hate you."

"Oh, shit, no. Not what- I meant, like, past tense. Hated as in, used to hate. Not present tense."

"Ah. Well, I don't think I 'hated as in used to hate' past, like, three months into my freshman year. This is going to be the most self-absorbed shit ever, but, like, once I became popular, I couldn't be bothered to hate you. Didn't have the time to put towards that."

"Oh, of that I've no doubt. That was absolutely the read everyone who tried to interact with you got."

Steve ducks his head to hide his own embarrassment by fiddling with the can in his hands. "I thought you wanted to do, like, 20 questions or something."

"Oh. Serious? You'll do it?"

"Yeah."

"Right then. What even are the rules for 20 questions? Is it 20 questions each, or in total asked?"

"I dunno, man. I don't think people actually keep track. I think we just ask questions until we're done with talking. I guess the rules are don't lie, and if you don't want to answer a question, then don't. Pass on it, or whatever."

Eddie nods but he's still nervous, leg still bouncing. A look on his face so close to fear it makes Steve ache a little. He knows too well what far looks like on Eddie, experienced a week's worth of it.

Steve can start. Ease them into this. "Do you got a favorite color?"

Eddie shifts then. Turns sideways on the couch to lean against the armrest and face him. "Wait. One more rule. No mocking answers. You may laugh once at an answer."

"If you are about to tell me it's hot pink, I cannot follow that rule."

"It's not hot pink. Jesus. It's, uhh, brown, actually," Eddie says, rolling his can between his hands. "It used to be red but. I dunno. When I think of red, now, I think of the sky in the upside down and how that was almost the last thing I ever saw. I think of blood, and bleeding out."

And here he thought he was easing them into this with the most basic of questions. Eddie's already being vulnerable. "Follow up question, if you'll allow it. Why brown?"

"What's wrong with brown?"

"Nothing. Just thought you'd pick black or something," Steve gestures to all of Eddie.

At that, Eddie looks down at his mostly black outfit, the only part of it with any color is the DIO album art on his shirt, then back up. "Fair point. I guess brown just makes me think of home. The wooden porch, the paneling, brown dirt road that leads to the trailer. It's also, like, a good eye color. Exhibit A," He waves his hand in front of his face, batting his eyes exaggeratedly. It pulls a laugh from Steve.

"I can't argue that," Steve waves towards his face, where his own eyes have been described by many a girl as ranging from hazel to honey, but Steve just thinks of them as brown. "Your turn, man."

"You, tragically, had never heard of Ozzy before we met. What's your music of choice, and why is it the Top 40?"

"Like everybody didn't hear you singing along to I Wanna Dance With Somebody last week when it came on the radio at the Byers' Barbecue-"

"Whitney is a national treasure and I will not be slandered for knowing the words to any of her songs."

"Yeah, yeah. I guess it was just the Top 40, but really I don't have a preference. I just let other people pick the music. And, uhh, with the multiple concussions I don't listen to as much music as I used to. The migraines are brutal. It's never the music that brings on the migraine but like, it never helps, y'know?"

Eddie is nodding. "I do know. Like when you get sick and vomit, you avoid the last thing you ate, even when it turns out to be the flu and not food poisoning. Like, you know it wasn't the mango milkshake that made you throw up, but you avoid the mango flavor anyway."

There's definitely a full story in that somewhere. Maybe Steve will ask about it later. "Kinda? I don't avoid music but I don't think I've put a record or cassette in the player in months. Anyway, my turn. How'd you learn to play the guitar?"

"Wayne. He started teaching me before I live with him. Just a few chords when we'd visit every so often when I was little. Really got to learn after he took me in. I was eleven, if memory serves."

"Am I allowed to ask about your parents?" Steve interrupts.

"Yeah. Speaking of parents," Eddie's nervous again, bouncing his leg.

"It's your turn. Ask."

"I know the high school reputation. Big house, no parents. I might have even snuck over a few times to sale here when I knew a party was happening. Rich kids will pay whatever price you name, y'know? So, guess the actual question is, what's the deal there, with your parents?"

Steve would laugh except he has no memory of ever seeing Eddie at his house prior to all the fuckery that's gone down. He was too in his own head to bother with other people back then. And the real kicker? He probably bought from Eddie, at his own house, with his supposed grudge and all. God, he was such a dick. "Yeah. Lots of business trips, for them. The used to ship me off to spend a month with my grandparents when I was little, so they could take those trips. Guess once I was old enough to watch after myself, those trips started to happen whenever, instead of just over summer."

"What, they left you here alone as a kid? Even during the school year?"

Eddie sounds so scandalized it'd be funny if it wasn't so sad. Steve says, "I wouldn't say kid. I was fourteen, so, like, a teenager. But, yeah, gone a lot. More and more with each passing year. I mean, they've been back, but like, for a day or two. Mom switching out what jewelry she wanted and dad bit by bit emptying his office." He pauses with a frown, remembering now the last time he did see his parents face to face. "It was about halfway through senior year. The last time they were here. They didn't even come to my graduation."

Eddie sucks in a breath and Steve can visibly see him hold back some choice words.

"Anyway, long sob story short, I'm still just a rich kid with absent parents. They don't charge me rent or anything, but I pay to keep the lights on."

"That just adds so many more questions to my list."

"Well, it's my turn now, so. What got you into Dungeons and Dragons?"

Eddie looks surprised, and then guilty. "I've always liked fantasy. And, uhh, my Freshman First Day, the DnD booth was set up in the cafeteria, an okayish looking dragon drawn on the poster taped to the booth's edge. And, uh, I approached..."

"No one told you to fuck off?"

"I didn't tell you to fuck off."

"Might've hurt less if you had," Steve hadn't even meant that to be insulting, or insinuating, but it doesn't land. He'd been aiming for teasing and missed the mark, given the way Eddie jerks back, like he's trying to put more distance between them. "Oh, shit, Eddie, I didn't mean- I was-"

The doorbell rings out and both jump, turning to the front door like it might bite them. The bell chimes again, and it's then Steve remembers he ordered pizza. Wordlessly Steve gets up and deals with that. Pays for the pizza and gives a tip, stops in the kitchen long enough to grab some napkins, then folds himself back onto the couch, placing the pizza box on the cushions between them.

The time away from the couch, less than three minutes in total, Steve thinks, was enough to calm Eddie again, since he starts the teasing, "greasy pizza box directly onto the cushions! That'll never come out you know."

Steve shrugs and grins, flipping the box open to grab a pizza slice. "That's a problem for Future Steve."

Eddie grabs his own slice, and they just eat their first slices in silence before Steve breaks that, "I really wasn't trying to- earlier, I was trying to joke. About Freshman First Day. Not, uh, not like, pick a fight. So, if you still want to talk, I think it's your turn to ask a question. Any question. A big question."

"Alright. A big one. Who is Christopher?"

"Okay. Uh, just, give me a moment. I'll answer and I'm gonna be real honest right now with you, so just let me get through this, ok?"

Eddie nods, reaching for a second slice of pizza.

Steve gathers his thoughts, and speaks. "Christopher was my cousin. His family lives in Washington, so I don't see them much. You know that 'shipped off to the grandparents' thing I told you about earlier? Christopher, and his younger siblings, Amber and Robert, also came out to visit.

"I think my grandparents loved to have us all there. My cousins were there for family time, and I was there to just... not be in my parent's way, I think, but the reason why doesn't matter. The important bit. Christopher was two years older than me, and I thought he was the coolest person in the world. I wanted to be just like him. That last summer we spent together, he told me all about the game of Dungeons and Dragons he'd played with his club at school.

"It made me want to play. I was a kid who loved fantasy, too. I had to pretend to leave that behind when I got into middle school; too afraid of disappointing my dad for still liking make believe. I didn't know at the time that making him proud was just something I'd never achieve.

"Anyway, Christopher introduced me to the game, told me the entire campaign they'd run at his school, and then sent me those books. He's the reason I was at the booth that day. If Christopher could play sports and be a nerd, maybe I could, too? But, uh, that didn't go how I planned in my head. And, then. Then," Steve stops here, a knot in his throat but his eyes dry. It's not that he doesn't still mourn the loss of Christopher, it's just that the tears have dried up long ago. "Christopher committed suicide, that year. Halfway through the school year. I think... I think even if I had joined your club, if you had let me take that flier, I would have dropped out after the funeral. I'd wanted to join so bad so that Christopher would be proud of me."

The room has lost focus, now. Steve is staring forward but he doesn't really see Eddie anymore. It's like he's fallen into his thoughts and nothing else exists anymore. "It's a bit fucked up, but being older than me, I think I looked for approval in him that I didn't find in my dad, or maybe I wanted to be him because his parents were so proud of everything he did and I wanted that. Approval. I- it's- I think I used to confuse the two. Approval and love. Maybe I still do? I dunno.

"I guess I just wrapped all that up, the need for approval, Christopher's suicide, my love for fantasy, and shoved it in the same bottle deep down that I kept my anger at you in," Steve blinks himself back into the present. Takes in Eddie's face, a mix of sad and fond, like he wants to wrap Steve in a hug. Steve would probably let him. "That wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry."

Eddie shakes his head no. "You don't have to apologize to me, Stevie. I get it. You wore your jockness that same way I wear The Freak. Like armor. You weren't wrong, earlier, when you said we were dumb kids who learned to lash out and hurt first, so we couldn't be hurt. I was fucking, no, I am still like that. I mean, I just lashed back out at you when all you did was point out how I'd acted to you."

"Yeah, well, life gives everyone a shit hand sometimes. I used to capitalize on that. Kick people when they were down. It's- it's humbling and, like, awful, to unpack that. I know I'm still working on it, but I didn't have to do it alone. Robin and Dustin have been there for me. Great. They call me on my bullshit and it's easier to take then, hearing it from people I know who care about me."

"Guess I better ask find someone to call me out then."

"Haven't you already?" Steve asks, gesturing to himself.

Eddie barks a laugh. "I- yeah, I guess. You sayin' you care, Harrington?"

"Of course I do, man. We wouldn't be doing this -talking about deep shit and getting pizza grease all over my couch- if I didn't."

He watches Eddie turn red, and hide behind his hair. "Could just be doing it for the kids."

"I could. Guess you'll have to trust I'm not. That I also want a do over."

Eddie shoots him a big smile, dimples on full display, and Steve's happy to let go of his grudge if it means Eddie will smile at him like that more.

-

((Looks like there's going to be one more part. Thought this would be the last one but the boys wouldn't cooperate so next part.))

[slowandsteddie]

A study in Steve’s hair. Kind of…

Okay. So we all know that Thanksgiving is incredibly toxic and terrible and why, right? Fantastic.

In case y’all need a reminder. Here. Someone summed it up on Quora.

The party and the older teens are gathered to celebrate surviving and being together. You can decide where the adults are, because that’s not my business.

This is just a little idea that I could not get to leave my head and I’m making it your problem.

349 words.

Cw: mentions of food, Steve’s hair being played with makes him feel floaty, Steve compares himself to a mutt and it does something for him that he can’t act on

Steve looked around his living room and realized very quickly that all of the good seats were taken. Instead of asking anyone to move, which he could have, he crossed the room and sat on the floor.

He was leaning against the couch, near Eddie’s hand with his eyes trained on the game that someone had put on because of “Thanksgiving Tradition.” It wasn’t him, but he didn’t really care to figure out who.

He had just finished the gravy, the last thing that was needed for the holiday meal, and decided that he wanted a few minutes to be mindless like everyone else before they ate.

Slowly, his head fell back against the arm of the couch and his eyes fluttered briefly. He noticed that the score was 3 to 7, but he didn’t really care much beyond that because neither team was his.

Almost instantly, a hand found its way into his hair and his eyes rolled back as Eddie played in it. He couldn’t focus on anything that anyone was saying anymore because long, slender fingers were curling in and gripping his hair so gently. The slightest tug had his neck arching slightly in an effort to get closer to the attention that he hadn’t fully realized that he was craving.

A slight tingly sensation had started where the follicles were tugged and slowly cascaded down his entire body. It left him feeling a little floaty if he were being entirely honest.

His eyes flicked up toward Eddie who wasn’t even looking at him. The other man was driving him crazy absentmindedly, the same way one would pet a dog while distracted by whatever else they were doing.

God, why did the thought of being Eddie’s mutt do something for him?

Steve looked away quickly, but didn’t say or do anything that would ruin the absolute heaven that was Eddie playing in his hair.

Just a few more minutes of this, he thought to himself. Just a few more minutes, and then he’d tell everyone that food was ready and that they should go dig in.

[potpourrifandoms]

Hell yeah I loved tactical breach wizards and your telling me I get to see cool Gracie fan art of it hell yeah

Well... I don't know if I'd go so far as to call it "cool", but I definitely have been drawing Steve and Bori a lot lately. Not in their in-game clothes (those look too hot/difficult to draw), but I mean... I gave them comfy PJs, so that's something. They can have a slumber party while holed up in a safehouse waiting for Liv to finish doing her Big Important Liv Things.

It's such a fun game, though. I did not expect the story part to punch me in the gut as much as it did!!

[blackynsupremacy]

watching the outsiders after 10+ years as an adult hits so hard, i don’t even want to finish the ending. 😭

[imsodishy]

I dunno, I think it would have been fun if Nancy had (begrudgingly) taken Steve to Pennhurst Asylum as her backup, warning him to let her do all the talking no less than five times. Only for the director to step out all, "Steven! Haven't seen you in a dog's age. How's your mother?" Because, see, well-respected in the community Mrs. Harrington is on the board of trustees, and he can King Steve finesse their way in no prob.

Just a thought.

[reuptakeinhibitor]

i love stobin working retail jobs and sharing a resume so much but consider this. steve follows robin to bloomington, indianapolis, west lafayette, wherever she decides to go and they get a little apartment. maybe they decide to go out of state but i think they stay in the midwest. then st takes a page from buffy and steve works construction while robin goes to school.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

do you have any more thoughts about your stevebucky werewolf au? i love it very much, it holds a very special place in my heart ❤️

Original werewolf Steve

Follow up werewolf Steve

Aw, thank you! ❤️

I was having trouble thinking about what more I could add to this alternative universe that wouldn't be redundant because werewolf puppy Steve scrambles my brain so hard.

If anyone brings him up, suddenly I don't know anything. There are no words but lots of in-my-pants feelings. Nothing but big, fat, dumb puppy Steve that crawls on all-fours with his belly dragging on the ground for as long as he's still able to wobble forward. Still mobile. And even when he can move…

He's too big.

That belly is blubbery and thick and heavy. It leaves his back arching deeply. Bloated full of enough meat to satiate the ravenous wolf inside him along and bloated full of sloshy alcohol because the wolf inside Steve is obsessive, relentless, and it's been trained to crave, to ache for enough alcohol to drown in.

BUT inspiration struck ✨️✨️✨️

And as I was thinking about Steve, blubbery and wobbling, I had a new thought that scrambled my fragile little brain.

What happens when Steve fattens up from the monthly gorges?

I-

*gulp*

I have some ideas.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink nonsense. Warnings for stuffing, weight gain, mobility issues, immobility, animal play (werewolf/puppy), etc.

Eventually, with month after month of gorges under the light of the full moon and the eyes of his indulgent lover, Steve begins to blow. up. His wolf form and his human form. Both go through rapid transformations that have nothing to do with the moon's cycle.

Steve's wolf form: his lean, all-muscle, powerful frame blooms into the body of a soft, excessive, lazy housepet. He's more of a puppy than a wolf than ever before. He gets softer and softer until even when he's bloated beyond belief with food and alcohol - taut and flushed red under his fur - his belly fits in with the rest of his frame. He starts to look fat all the time in wolf form. Bloated or not. It's unmistakable. It's not just a belly that looks like it's fake, sticking out. His legs don't ripple with muscle. Instead, they jiggle with fat. His belly hangs hugely underneath his swollen chest and forces his legs apart wider, altering how he prowls. He lumbers. It's much less intimidating and much hotter. Clumsy and uncoordinated because his hunger is so out of control. His spine is buried by not only his thick fur but his new blubber as well. Nowhere on his body is immune to the weight he packs on. His muzzle even fills out. Bucky didn't know wolves could get fat faces! His puppy-wolf has a chubby face. So cute.

Steve's human form: his lean, all-muscle, powerful frame becomes buried under layers and layers of fat. His human form fattens much faster than his wolf form; somehow, the wolf has a faster metabolism than Steve's serum-fast metabolism. His chin doubles sweetly, and his cheekbones go from model-sharp to biscuit-dough soft. Those broad shoulders round out with fat. His biceps look even fucking bigger than usual - pillowy, not hard - and strain all of his shirt sleeves, no matter how fast he sizes up, he just can't keep up. He's growing too big too quickly. Plumping up. His chest swells and swells from masculine and hard to swollen and flabby. He doesn't have pecs, he has tits. "Worst" of all, his belly explodes out. Despite how soft his gut gets, it retains the most mouth-watering round shape. It's a perfect dome. The tight, pale surface of the ball attached to him is only broken by the stretch of his belly button and his white, healed stretch marks. His ass is monstrous, as are his thighs. Jiggly. Pale. Big.

Big.

Steve gets bigger and bigger and bigger.

Until…

He's vast.

He is massive.

He is so fucking oversized and fattened that he struggles to move in his human form.

Steve is so fat that his gut and swollen tits weigh down on his plush thighs so heavily and seemingly overnight he can't, without Bucky's help, heave himself to standing. At that point, even with Bucky's help, by the time he gets to his feet, he's panting and sweating. Every breath makes him jiggle. He's red in the face and so hot. In more ways than one. All this insulation is hot and it's heavy, heavy on his cock. It's hot and humiliating. He used to run miles and miles without breaking a sweat, yet now he can't get from reclining on his fat, cushioned ass to his feet (which he hasn't been able to see for… a while) without panting and growing damp with sweat.

Oh, God.

What happened to him?

How did he get like this? 😫

How did he get like this? 🥵

He's never dreamed that he could overpower his body ever again. Not since the serum entered his veins. But. Here he is.

He's overcome his super muscles.

He's transformed his body again. He is huge.

Mammoth.

So fucking fat and soft and plush and-

So hungry.

He can't ever stop eating. He constantly has something in his mouth and much more inside his stomach. Filling him. Bloating him. Stuffing him. So fucking hungry.

It gets worse when Steve's in wolf form. His appetite increases exponentially. Steve can not control himself. He has to gorge. Feast. Glut. Devour. He feels absolutely starved in wolf form. He can't pack anything and everything into his hungry yet overfed maw fast enough. He can't swallow anything that ends up in front of his face for more than five seconds fast enough. He can't get enough.

No wonder he ballooned… 😮‍💨

But with all the fat that's piled up on his frame -

Steve can't move.

He's overpowered the serum in his veins and he's overpowered the wolf inside him.

All he can do, now that he's grown so fucking unbelievably massive, is lay on his bloated side and whimper. Desperate for food; desperate for prey to fill him deliciously.

Filling up is the only thing that stops him from complaining. It feels so good. Too bad he always needs more.

When Steve tries to roll over onto all-fours, needing so badly to hunt, he can't actually make it. He's too heavy. Too fat and clumsy. He can't get there.

Besides, if Bucky helps roll him onto all-fours, Steve can't go anywhere, anyway. He's all belly. His belly fills the space between him and the floor and more. On all fours in wolf form, he lays out on top of his gut, a little wolf attached to this obscene, huge belly.

His days of hunting are long behind him. The closest Steve gets to hunting these days are growling and snapping his teeth pathetically, non-threateningly at Bucky when Bucky teases him and doesn't push the end of the funnel straight into his mouth, instead dangling it just out of reach. What's he gonna do? He can't fucking move. He's all fat. Plush, wobbly fat. Bucky can do whatever he wants to his puppy. He can funnel endless amounts of beer and melted ice cream into him until he's lifted a few more inches off the floor from the inflation of his tanker gut. He can grab handfuls and handfuls of his fuzzy, jiggly fat. He can roll his puppy around if he likes. There are no hard edges left to his wolf. Only soft fat. Perfect to grope and admire.

Steve is a blimp. He's not a werewolf. He's pathetic. Perfectly shaped. He went from dragging his belly against the floor to his belly being the only thing resting on the floor. It's unbearably hot.

Bucky isn't sure how Steve could possibly get any bigger but… if he can, he will. Bucky will make sure he will. Human Steve and wolf Steve. Human Steve can still walk after all. That has to change, doesn't it? 😈

I hope you enjoyed ❤️

[webshootersandwingdings]

Hero Pup 🐕 🍕 • Marvel’s Avengers

[sharks-in-boots]

that minecraf movie trailer looks genuinely repulsive to me, specifically the sheep + llama ..... the high quality textures on the cube aesthetic is so. it's bad. And of course Jack Black is there. But why is he Steve!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts to Tiktok a video of Steve a little bit wine drunk and very emotional about Ozzy having a job, “-and like. And like, I go to work an’ Oz goes to work with me. Then I get off work an’ he’s still gotta work ‘cause my heads all cracked up, and. Dogs are supposed to have fun and chase their tails, and play basketball like in the movies, not- And yeah, we go on walks an’ get him expensive dog food but that’s like, an alien right-“

“Inalienable right, I think. If it helps, baby, I think he enjoys the work.“

“Really?”

“Definitely. And he could have a worse job, he could have been trained to be a narc.”

“That’s true.”

[catharusustulatus]

My friend saw this on Twitter and sent it to me - you’re telling me the Harrington family is rich because of…dog grooming? That’s insane.

Because of the timing of the play, I imagine this is like, Steve’s grandma doing this because Steve’s parents would not be old enough (high school age) to be married and have the same last name, or own and operate their own dog grooming business together. So I am thinking logically it would be Steve’s dad’s parents running this.

Like is this why his dad would go on business trips/his mom is super well respected? Because they groom fancy dogs? That’s a new low of Riverdale ass writing, so I hope not.

Can you imagine not knowing almost anything about Steve’s family life and then in season 5 it’s like “hey dad I’m home, how was the Chow you and mom blow dried today?” And his parents are two dog groomers. It’s either his grandma’s business and grooming is a big part of their lifestyle (hence his hair care) or there is a big money laundering thing going on. Lol

[kierenwalkersbf]

love seeing all the willow love on here!!!!!!!!!! when i look how twitter feels about willow its like the copypasta “[CAR CRASH] [BOOM] “GOOD GOD” [EXPLOSION] BABY CRYING "WAAAAAAA" [YELLING] “SHUT THAT DAMN BABY UP!” [POLICE SIRENS] WEEE WOO WEEE WOOO [HELICOPTERS AND NEWS TRUCKS] “...WE'RE REPORTING LIVE FROM THE SCENE-“ [BANG] “MY LEG.... MY LEG...”