#my cat’s name is steve

[mayonnaise-sock]

My mum is spending the day with my djungelskog and sent me these

#djungleskog my beloved #djungelskog #teddy bear #his name is bentley #my cat’s name is steve #texts from my mom #wholesome memes

[rogueddie]

Steves mom gets a cat. He's a chubby boy who hates being picked up, hates getting too much attention and doesn't like playing. He likes to do his own thing and sometimes sit next to someone so they can pet him for maybe ten minutes. Steves mom thinks hes perfect.

But then they leave, just two weeks after getting the cat, leaving Steve to take care of him. Steve is so sure it's going to be miserable. He doesn't need something else to ignore him at home. He'd rather be alone than feel the sting of rejection.

But the cat loves him. Steve starts calling him Baby so much that it sticks- Steve even forgets what his actual name is and Baby won't respond to anything else. He won't respond to anyone else. He's obsessed with Steve.

He always yowls at the doors when Steve tries to close them, scratching at them. He sits and meows when Steve has things on his laps, not shutting up until Steve makes space for him to curl up on him. He's always in Steves room, sleeping on his bed or the pile of old clothes so he's surrounded by Steves scent.

He even lets Steve pick him up. Not for long but, whenever he does, Baby uses the excuse to nuzzle his neck, rub his cheek on Steves, lick behind his ears. He's always purring when Steve is touching him.

One time, when Eddie had been getting a little rough with Steve, Baby had attacked him. Scratching and biting until he bled quite a lot, hissing whenever he tried to go near Steve the rest of the night. He wouldn't even let Eddie give Steve a goodbye kiss.

The dynamic is very clear after that; Steve is Babys human, and as long as that cat is around, no one is allowed to hurt him.

#this is just about my cat but with a different name #he wasn't technically mine but he loved me most :( #might just insert him into everything because I'm missing him #rip to my baby boy #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #fic prompts

[billys-mullet]

To say Steve's life was a little strange would be an understatement.

Completing tests and juggling the trials and tribulations of high school was one thing. To do all of that while also fighting off inter-dimensional creatures reminiscent of dogs was another.

It's a good thing he's a cat-person.

—

"You sure do eat a lot."

The dim glow of the light overhead sent a grungy yellow over the concrete of his front porch. It was a little after six and the sun was in the midst of setting. Steve was crouched, weight leaned back on his calves, while tired eyes took in the furious chowing of the stray before him. It was a mangy thing; fur matted and eyes wild, more plump than it had been when they first met. It was cute despite its ragged appearance: fluffy and feline, whiskers curled at the ends, coat the color of sunshine with eyes like the ocean. Kind of unusual for a cat. He hadn't seen anything like it before.

They'd been playing this little game for weeks now. Steve had found it rummaging through his trash can during the last bit of this month's cold snap and had called animal control at his mother's urging. The poor worker had been flushed with exertion after an hour of attempting to get it trapped and handled.

He's smart, the man had panted, cheeks ruddy and sweat beading beneath the brim of his cap. He had wiped over his forehead before continuing, but not smarter than us. I'll set up a trap, give it a few days, and then I'll be back. He's sure to slip in there if you make sure to bait it right.

And Steve had. Diligently — to not get any part of himself stuck in the metal cage — he had placed some treats in there, had even gone out to buy a couple of cans of wet stuff that smelled metallic and meaty. Each morning, without fail, he would come back to see the trap undisturbed… and the food missing. He had even made eye contact with the stray once while he had been setting everything up. It seemed to be taunting him from its perch high on the one of the barren oak trees in his backyard. Its eyes had been too wise and too knowing, like the Cheshire Cat leering over Alice.

A week went by without trapping him. Steve didn't have the heart to tell the animal control worker that their efforts had been useless, so he made up some lie: yeah, I came out the other day and the door had snapped shut on its neck. It was gross so I put it in a bag and threw it away. The man had shrugged, gave him a it happens and then had collected his trap without any other questions. Fast forward a few weeks and Steve seemed to have built up some trust with the thing.

Had even given him a cute nickname despite his feral appearance: Billy the Kid, after a character in the Westerns he sometimes saw his dad watching on the rare occasion that he was home. Mother had never been a fan of animals, much less cats. They smell, she complained in her heavy accent, and the hair, Stephano! The hair will get everywhere in my home! Do not bring them here, I will not like it. Steve hadn't ever questioned her rules because he had felt the same. Growing up without pets did that to a person. But something about this cat…

Leaning his cheek against a hand, Steve continued with his fruitless efforts to befriend the stray, "it's supposed to get cold again, you know. That's probably why you're eating so much, huh? I think I heard somewhere that animals have a sixth sense for that kind of thing. Nancy said that birds will leave their nests and travel far away if they sense a storm coming. Can cats do that?" God, he probably looked so lame sitting here, trying to strike up a conversation with an animal that wanted nothing to do with him if it didn't involve food. The cat licked its lips, easing away from the mostly-empty bowl. Steve sighed, a long and low sound, before pushing himself up to his feet.

"Are you done?"

Ocean eyes stared up at him wordlessly. He reached down to collect the bowl, only to snap back when it hissed at him, revealing its delicate and needle-like teeth. Both of Steve's hands came up in surrender.

"Fine, I'll leave it."

The cat grumbled a displeased noise before sitting back on its hind legs. One of his front paws came up, pink tongue lolling out to lick over it, and then he used it to wipe his face. Well, at least he was attempting to clean himself. Kind of a pointless effort when it rummaged around in his trash can every other evening. Steve leaned against his front door, arms crossed over his chest as he took in the darkening evening. Billy peered one ocean eye at him. Always watching. Waiting. Probably thought he was trying to trap him again. The smart thing would be to do that, but…

Steve was lonely. And, as pathetic as it sounded, this was one of the few things he looked forward to every evening.

"It's nice and warm inside," he said offhandedly, nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. A move like that usually worked with the ladies, and they could be finicky like a cat, so why not give it a shot? "And there's a lot more food inside. Water, too. Milk? Can cats have milk? I think Nancy also said--"

Fuck, was he really talking to himself like a loser? This was so lame. Had Steve Harrington really fallen so far from grace that he found solace in a cat of all things?

"Whatever," he sighed before turning the knob and pushing open the door he'd been leaned against, "What I'm trying to say is that you can come inside if you want. As long as you don't pee on anything. Mom'll kill us both."

Billy watched him silently, tail twitching side-to-side behind him in an interested jerk. There was an obvious language barrier but the light spilling out from the interior of the Harrington home looked inviting against the twilight of the evening. The promise of shelter and food was universally understood, and the cat took a tentative step forward. And then another. And then he was pausing to stare up at Steve. Apprehension was written all over its face, but Steve jerked his head and shrugged with a well, what are you waiting for?

That seemed to seal the deal; Billy stepped inside and the door was shut behind him.

—

To say Steve's life was a little strange would be an understatement.

And it was only about to get stranger.

#should i start a new au? #absolutely not #am i going to? #yeah #anyways #catboy!billy incoming #i absolutely think he is cat-coded #if this gets traction i'll continue! #if not then i may just let it die like my other WIPs #harringrove #steve #billy #au #help me think of a name for this? #i've also never written seriously for steve so please excuse any ooc-ness #tw: mention of cat death

[a-little-unsteddie]

most people when they see eddie: ew who left roadkill in here

steve when he sees eddie: mmmmm look at that hot piece of man *heart eyes*

#i have a cat named stevie #and a cat named edgar #and edgar looks like something that shouldn’t be alive #(he’s fine) #and stevie is constantly all over edgar always #and me and my roommate were mocking them #and we just realized what we were saying #(stevie is named after steve harrington but edgar is named adtwr the poet AND eddie munson) #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #st #steve harrington x eddie munson

[findafight]

Miraculous au

"before I start it's important you know this wasn't my fault."

Well. His Kitty sure has a way of setting him at ease. "You know that's probably the quickest way to get me thinking it's definitely your fault?"

Grimalkin sighs and plops, not ungracefully, beside him. "It really isn't. There are few, if any, things I could have done differently to prevent this, Red."

Red Scarab raises his eyebrow. "Oh? And what is "this", kitty cat? Leaving me in suspense isn't gonna help you if it actually is your fault"

He rubs his face in his hands, pinches his nose too. It's a habit Red Scarab has watched him do a dozen or two times by now. He's frustrated and probably embarrassed. Damn. "My best friend knows who I am."

"what? How!? You know our id-"

"she figured me out!" Grimalkin doesn't even make a pun of it, his nose scrunched and cheeks red. "She just. I rescued her, and instead of calling me 'grimalkin' or 'grim' or even 'malkin', she says "bye, my actual real first name"! I almost brained myself tripping when I heard her."

Eddie tries to steady his breaths. Okay. Alright. He wanted to be the first to find out Grim's identity, wanted to maybe be the only one who knew, but fine. He could share. They could work with this.

"how'd she know? She see you transform or something?"

Grim chuckles. Which, rude. This is pretty fuckin serious, little kitty cat. "She said when she saw Grim on tv he seemed familiar, then he kept being familiar. How he moved, talked, smiled. Something niggling at the back of her mind when she saw the heroes of Indy. Then, when I rescued her, it clicked. Suddenly whatever magic the miraculous puts around us to conceal our identities faded, and all she saw was me, her best friend, in silly cat ears and a mask. Saving the city."

"I find the ears charming." Red Scarab finds them absurdly cute, actually. But flirting with his kitty is for later.

"thanks. And that's it. She just. Knew. Saw right through me"

"you trust her?"

Grimalkin nods. "More than anything. I doubt anyone other than her could figure me out, anyways."

"yeah?" A bitter swoop of jealousy tangles itself in Red's stomach. Grim's voice is filled with unabashed fondness when he speaks about this nameless girl. He trusts her more than anything. More than red?

"well," he starts, as though reading Red's mind "maybe the same as you. In regards to my own health and life. I dunno. It's different with you. You're my partner." And ain't that just the sweetest thing? Grimalkin might be in love with some other mystery boy, might be so close with his best friend she saw through ancient magic to his core, but whatever is between them is special. Is different.

Flying above Hawkins, their borough of Indianapolis, bonds them differently than the others. Sure, Grim has friends and a potential boyfriend (as much as that pains him to think of) in his civilian life, and even a best friend who knows about his secret, but they'll never be his partner. Never have the same connection to him as Red does, saving the city from a superviallian. Red Scarab will hold onto that and keep it close to his heart for a while.

Grim nudges their shoulders together. "I really am sorry, though. You deserve to know who I am too. R--my best friend would probably get along with you like a house on fire, I'm a little worried about you meeting" and there he goes, saying such nice things. Acting like them knowing each other's identities and being ingrained in each other's civilian lives is an inevitability. Eddie hopes it is. The people his kitty loves seem, from the sparse details he's shared, quite bizarre and friendly and lovely. They must be, if Grimalkin loves them so.

"yeah? Think I'd recognize you out of the mask?" He says, instead of I hope so, I'd love to, I want to see all of the people you love and love them too.

He laughs. "Probably not. Hopefully not. Don't think I could handle knowing more than one person can see through me so well."

"would you recognize me?"

"no." He says it immediately, and it hurts, just a little. Like being dismissed. (Grimalkin doesn't mean to hurt him, he knows. Thinks the flirting is just for fun, a game, and not Eddie desperately trying to win the heart of a man whose goodness and snark and exasperation and humour stop him short and steal his breath away.) "I don't think so. The Miraculi magic is supposed to protect our identities, and once someone knows, they can see the overlap. Only someone who really, truely knows you and is looking would be able to break it. It happened to me because we have legitimately thought about the pros of combining into a blob person. I don't think many people are actually like that. They certainly don't seem to get me and --and my best friend." He shrugs again. "I dunno. That's what it seems like, anyway."

Grim grins at him. "Wouldn't be very magic if I just saw you walk into work one day and blurt out 'Red Scarab? Is that you!? I'm the guy in a catsuit you beat up supervillains with!' Would it?" If that happened Eddie would probably name it the single greatest thing to ever happen to him, actually. Second only to finding Tikki in his backpack after Hellfire a few short months ago. But his kitty is a romantic, and if he wants a dramatic, heartfelt reveal, then Eddie won't push it. They've got time.

#steddie #steve Harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie miraculous au #stranger things au #finda writes stuff #stobin #basically a direct sequel to robin finding out hehe #the love square...my beloved #its sorta reverse lovesquare but thisnis how it originally starts for them #also hawkins is now a Burrough or neighbourhood of Indianapolis to make it make sense #like there are only so many people in small town that could be the evil guy. a city is required. #finally decided steves hero name is Grimalkin. which basically just means cat but its kinda cute for him i think :) #tbh night crawler would be good and i was so mad because like. he couldnt. he couldnt name himself after an x man. no. #eddies was so much easier.

[smol-blue-bird]

I'm sorry but I will never understand people who make different save files for all of the wacky shit they do in the sims. "Oh I have one cute suburban save and one save for challenges and another save for historical—" No. The entire point of the Sims is building a palace of ancient Roman mermaids right next to your four-story apartment building filled with glitched-out half-vampire wizard hybrids and medieval alien princesses. If your entire game isn't filled with badly-made historical figures and movie characters autonomously killing each other with mods, what are you even doing?

#i mean I'm not shaming people who enjoy suburban family gameplay #but you can do that in my messy Everything Under The Sun save #for example I have a household consisting of Dido (the queen of Carthage not the singer) and Steve Rogers #they autonomously adopted four children and a pink cat named Speckle and they seem very happy #I once made a bunch of Byzantine emperors and set them loose and story progression gave them whole households and everything #Anastasius I Dicorus is married to Bella Goth #My main sim right now is an alien mad scientist who's raising three children while occasionally going on violent rampages with a death ray #and she lives in a hobbit hole #so like. there's family gameplay in there. #you don't have to be boring about it

[frostfairysteve]

neurodivergent steve having rescued a kitten and trying to name it when the only cats he knows are mews and tews: ...does cat names have to end in ews?? dustin, dude, why are you laughing at me—

#steve harrington #witch steve collection #me trying to name his cat so i can write about how steve finds him and their bonding #completely white deaf cat with green eyes that steve finds behind a dumpster because it was meowing really loudly #i personally name my pets after fictional characters (including greek mythology)

[ellidena]

#Drawing for my friend Luna #She da best #digital art #original art #oc art #familiar #crow #black cat #shoebill #bird #birb #her cat salem #and a familiar named steve #raven #witch #necromancer

[sargetblu]

Are cat or dog person?

Hmm

THEY ARE BOTH GOOD BUT I PREFER CATS!

#okay my boy is small for two more asks #8/10 #i probably fudged the count up somehwre #anyways mod is a cat person #and raccoons are more cat than dog #Currently soldier owns two pets #a duck named Nessie #and a raccoon named Steve #so ya knoow #he went from having no pets to two in like three days #or however long #i dont remember when he got Steve #soldier answers #soldier speaks #anon ask

[kakuzuko]

need someone to write a fic with Dustin and Steve hunting for a creature the same exact way they looked for D’art(agnan) but the creature in question is an upsidedownified Eddie that Dustin has been caring for and recently got loose

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things 4 #no one has to write this but in my head its very funny #steves like YOU #AGAIN #Eddie is sentient still but he came back to life and went to find dustin to figurte out what the fuck to do #but dustin didnt know what so he just kept him in his room and brought him leftovers his mom made #but eventually eddie needs enrichment and just leaves for a while and Dustins like shit #oh shit #SHIT #calls steve #HEEEY SO REMEMBER WHEN I HAD A SLUG THING NAMED DART AND IT ENDED UP BEING A DEMODOG AND ATE MY CAT #WELL..... #NO ITS NOT A DEMODOG THIS TIME ITS UH #CAN YOU JUST COME HERE MAN ILL EXPLAIN WHILE WE GO GET HIM

[coxinhadoce47-art]

Gonna do something soon with most EAD characters but its been a good while since i drew most of them so I did some busts of them

#original character #oc #ead #magnus #jafarael #alexa #jonathan #jordan #april #lauren #leyla #steve #adam #(i wrote the wrong name in the drawing) #martha #alex #louis #and the cats #my art #queue

[steddilly]

So I have a festive idea for a sequel to my Steddie Cat Dads fic and it involves them becoming a two-cat household, but I’m struggling with name ideas and what kind of cat it’s going to be. Any suggestions about what readers would like to see join the Munsons for Christmas?

#Steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve and Eddie are cat dads #established steve harrington and eddie munson #ozzie the cat #hard of hearing steve harrington #my favourite au #I will die on the HoH steve harrington hill #I need cat ideas #cat breed ideas #cat name ideas #I need help or I'm going to name the little stinker something dumb

[puppyeared]

AHHH

So far we have mistoffelees, shadow, toothpaste, Vonnegut and morbius

#SO MANY IF THEM #turns out there’s actually 6 kittens and two adults #fed em some chicken :) #i dont have cat food on me rn so it’ll have to do till I can get my hands on some #also left some water out for them. when I went to leave food out they disappear into my moms magnolia #so I think that’s where they’re livinng #baby patrol #yapping #still thinking of a name for the 6th kitten but the momma cats name is minecraft Steve

[spookykestrel]

Two new words have entered my everyday speech:

- Freak (affectionate)

- Baby (derogatory)

#I fear there’s a misinterpretation #I mean baby as in like babgirl the way someone would say a pet name #‘baby use your turn signal pls ’ #not like a child #it’s cause I’ve spent too much time around my cat steve #he IS a freak #but I can’t very well call my manger freak bc she won’t understand #I can call dumb drivers baby though bc they won’t hear #kestrel calls #chitter chatter #text post

[mattzerella-sticks]

Daily Planet Elite News Team???

or Team Rocket???

#my adventures with superman #cat grant #steve lombard #ronnie troupe i think? #didn't catch her name other than ronnie #but MAJOR team rocket vibes

[miscellaneous-manx]

Gato suertudo! May you get raises instead of just food, may you get approved for that loan or receive that grant.

#cats #animals #my pets #positivity #my posts #his name was nucky (short for Enoch which I preferred to call him) we named him after steve buscemi’s character on boardwalk empire