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puppy-steve · 5 months
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steddie | G | wc: 462 | cw: injuries, hospitals, aftermath of a motorcycle accident
@steddiemas day 16: "Can you give me one more night, please?" modern au ft. nurse steve
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"Can you give me one more night?" Eddie looks up at him, his brown eyes shining with unshed tears. "Please?"
He knows he shouldn't. He needs to be strong and say tell him, "I'm sorry, but no."
But Steve has never been a strong man when it comes to Eddie Munson.
So he drops his coat on the bedside chair that was occupied by Wayne fifteen minutes ago until he wandered down to the cafeteria for another cup of coffee (Steve could've gotten him one from the machine in the nurse's station—it would've been free, at least) and plops down in the other one with a bone deep sigh.
"Someone's gotta go home and check on Ozzy," he tells him softly, reaching forward to brush Eddie's hair out of his eyes.
Those gorgeous brown eyes that are more alive and bright tonight, though a little unfocused from the pain meds they've got him on, than they were when the ambulance brought him in ten days ago, barely conscious on the gurney but still pleading for his husband.
Steve had never been so terrified in his life.
"Wayne can stop by on his way to work," Eddie says, taking Steve's hand and lacing their fingers together. "Please, Stevie."
Eddie's quiet voice and his pleading eyes have Steve's heart breaking all over again. Eddie's begged him to stay every single night since waking up after his surgery, scared to be alone even for a second.
Steve knows about Eddie's childhood fear of hospitals, but Eddie confided in him on the third night of recovery, still high and loopy on morphine–
"It's not hospitals themselves," he'd muttered. His eyes were closed and his heart monitor was so steady Steve thought he'd fallen asleep.
"Yeah?"
Any free time Steve had, whether he was on his breaks or clocked out, he spent it at Eddie's bedside.
Eddie's eyes briefly opened and his gaze slid over to Steve. "s'the dying alone part that I'm afraid of."
Steve had choked on a sob, already fragile from the very real fact that Eddie had almost died, and made the promise that that was never going to happen.
"You're being discharged tomorrow," Steve says, pressing a kiss to their hands. "This is the last night you have to spend in this place, I promise. You get to sleep in our bed with me beside you and Ozzy tucked behind your knees, and you're never going to look at another motorcycle ever again."
But he doesn't tell him no.
Instead, he makes sure Eddie is as comfortable as he can be without being in pain and carefully climbs into the bed beside him. Wayne comes back and finds them curled around each other and sharing soft kisses between equally soft words.
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angele-darliing · 8 months
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floofy booba :3c
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quetzzall · 23 days
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Do you think vash likes to sit by the window and sunbathe like a house plant
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sweet-marigold · 7 months
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A witch and his black cat 🐈‍⬛
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morganbritton132 · 7 months
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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.
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Bomb Oz 💣🎟️☄️☄️
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You're welcome, Drawn by Watson
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drama-glob · 5 months
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And based on all that I've seen on this website, I KNOW I'm not alone on having these feelings. ;) ^_^<3<3<3
Fizz being happy makes me happy as it does Ozzie. ^_^<3<3<3
Don't know if someone made this before or not, but
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morganski-19 · 7 months
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Steve doesn't really have any issues with his neighbors. None of them are that loud at night or like to throw parties, so everything else he can kind of deal with. He's met a few of them and they seem great, but he wouldn't consider any of them friends.
There's one neighbor though he's never met, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know him. It's the one who lives across from him. From what Steve can hear from the hall, the guy works nights and sleeps most of the day. After sometimes lighting a joint that can make the hallway smell like weed for a little while, but Steve could care less about that.
He sometimes hears music pouring out of the apartment and singing when he's out in the hallway. Hard not to when the walls are so thin, but it's never when he's asleep, and honestly it's kind of nice. He thinks the guy's pretty good honestly and wonders if he's in a band or just keeps it all in his apartment.
The one thing he definitely knows about this guy who lives across from him though, is that he has a cat. A very vocal one. Every morning when he comes home from work, Steve will hear the door open and the cat will meow, loud. Only to be followed by "Well hello to you too, Ozzy," or something of the sort.
It's funny really, a little routine. It's every time, every single morning, sometimes even at night too. And when Steve's in the hall, sometimes the cat will be meowing for a while and then he hears a very grumpy voice tell Ozzy that he will be fed soon.
Today is the same. The guy comes home, says hello to his cat, and the door shuts. Only this time, Steve keeps hearing the meowing. It takes a few minutes, but then he hears the guy frantically calling out for his cat, and the cat calling back to him hopelessly. It has to have gotten into the hall.
Steve opens his door to find the cat, Ozzy, pacing in front of the door, meowing its head off while the guy is rooting around in his house. He walks over and knocks on the door, planning on leaving after doing so. But then the cat starts to purr and rub against his legs, so he just stands there and lets it happen.
The door opens and Steve's greeted by a guy he guesses is around his age with curly hair that meets his shoulders.
"Can I help you?" he asks while the cat meows at Steve's feet. "Holy shit, Ozzy. You little fucker, get inside."
Steve laughs as Ozzy struts back into the apartment while meowing loudly and giving Eddie the stink eye.
"Thank you so much, I didn't see him get out. He didn't, like, scratch you or anything?"
"No, not at all. Does he do that?"
Eddie sighs. "Yeah, to new people especially so I'm surprised he didn't do it to you. Guess you won him over. I'm Eddie, by the way." Eddie sticks his hand out and Steve gives it a shake.
"Steve, I live across from you."
"Oh, you just moved in last month. Sorry if I'm loud sometimes, I play guitar in a band so it can get a little loud sometimes."
He shrugs. "I don't mind. I've heard you though, you're good."
"Think so?" Ozzy meows from inside the apartment again. "Jesus Christ you're needy. I will feed you in a second. You should be happy, I'm socializing."
Steve laughs again while the cat responds. "He really seems like he needs food."
"He acts like I've never fed him a day in his life. You can come in if you want, not to be presumptuous or anything. It just might be nice to get to know one of my neighbors, and Ozzy already likes you so there's that."
"Yeah, sure. Why not."
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kitocrystal · 4 months
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You know why I can’t use “I’d kill everybody in this room and then myself” for this.
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wolfbeestudio · 1 month
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It's Hell's favorite couple, FizzaRozzie!
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doctordearie · 1 year
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Leo, my big baby, wishes everyone a warm and safe Caturday.😻🐈🥰🐾🚛🫘❤️
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sky-neverending · 9 months
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Steve: “Hey Eddie?”
Eddie: “Yeah?”
Steve: “Can we get a cat?”
Eddie: “We already have like 7 kids and Robin. We don’t need a cat.”
Steve, pulling a box out from behind his back: “Are you sure?”
Eddie:
Eddie: “Please tell me you didn’t just adopt a random cat.”
Steve: “Well, no. Adoption is official! I found this one on the side of the road.”
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memelordotherblog · 3 months
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Me: So you ship Felix and Oswald?
Shipper: Yeah.
Me: Oh so Oswald is in a open marriage?
Shipper: Nah his wife is dead.
Me: Why do guys keep doing that? Polycues exist. Stop killing Ortensia! She may be technically a Disney animated mom but she deserves better!
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steventhusiast · 1 year
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eddie constantly talks about his pet ozzy, and how badass he is whilst also being the “cutest little guy”. he never specifies what type of pet he is, but steve has always just kind of assumed he was a fluffy affectionate cat with how often eddie talks about cuddling with ozzy.
oh, how wrong he was.
when he finally gets invited over to his boyfriend’s new trailer (provided by the government so they’d all keep their mouths shut) since wayne’s at work for the evening, he’s excited to meet this ozzy eddie’s so fond of. so he’s shocked when eddie opens the door with an orange snake wrapped around his hand. steve lets out a little squeak when eddie reaches forward to hug him, snake still in his hold.
“what is that?” he questions, backing away a little to be safely away from the animal. eddie just quirks a brow, and chuckles at steve’s unease.
“this is ozzy? i have told you about him, i’m sure.” he explains, and holds the snake closer to his face and further away from steve. ozzy’s tongue flicks out to touch eddie’s cheek, and he smiles happily, “you see that, stevie? ozzy’s just an affectionate little guy.”
steve sighs, and follows eddie into the trailer. he doesn’t know why he expected eddie to have a normal pet, it’s not like the metalhead is normal in any other aspect of his life.
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morganbritton132 · 11 months
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How would Ozzy and Joan react to Bandit?
Joan straight up looks like a Halloween decoration for a good thirty minutes after seeing Bandit.
Her first interaction with him, after some godawful mewling, is to bat the shit out of him when he comes over to investigate her. Eddie waves his hand at her to get her to back off and she bats at him too, with claws.
She does not bat at Steve when he picks her up and coos at her comfortingly, “I know, baby. I know.”
She sits outside of Bandit’s cage after Eddie puts him back inside of it and just watches the ferret. Once he’s no longer a threat, she is curious of him and they spend the rest of the day darting back and forth from one side of the cage to the other and sniffing at each other.
The next day when Eddie tries introducing her to Bandit again, she is much more friendly. She doesn’t react with violence at least. He still keeps an eye on the two of them when they’re playing but they do seem to get on just fine.
Ozzy reacts to Bandit pretty much the same way that he reacted to Joan.
The loud shouty one brought a small creature into the house and now Steve’s heart rate is up. Once Steve is calmed down enough that Ozzy doesn’t need to worry about him having a panic attack or a seizure, he investigates the ferret himself.
Bandit is actually more wary of Ozzy than he is of him, so Ozzy lays down and makes himself less of a threat. Bandit comes over to him and sniffs at him then runs away a few times before he climbs on Ozzy’s back.
Ozzy doesn’t mind being used as a jungle gym when he naps, but he doesn’t like Bandit nibbing on his ears and has no problem throwing the ferret off him. He also laid directly on top of Bandit when he wouldn’t leave Ozzy alone while he was trying to eat, but Eddie made him get off of him.
The only time Ozzy reacts aggressively towards Bandit was when Steve was about to have a seizure and he wouldn’t leave him alone. Even then, Ozzy just barked at him until he ran away.  
If Joan smacked Bandit on the head when he went to her, who’s to say it’s because of the seizure too.
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