Anonymouskiwi - Anonymouskiwi

this is for the non curse bf!sukuna

when you first start going out he wouldn’t know what flowers to get you. he could ask you but- who tf asks their gf ‘hey what flowers do you like?’ he thinks that’s lame. so guy brings 5-6 diff flowers just for you.

can you imagine, him all tattooed and brooding buying you flowers in a pretty flower shop😭😭i’m crying :((((((

OKAY BUT IF HE DOES IT TO LIKE, ASK YOU TO BE HIS GF???

Like originally he was just going to take you out on a few dates, enjoy the company and yuuji and his Ma off his back, but that plan crumbled when he started to be the one to text you first. When he started to initiate dates. When he started to feel butterflies in his chest when you laughed.

Yuuji so graciously told him he had feelings and should cuff you before you get tired of him, and the idea swirls for a bit in Sukuna’s head before one night at four am, he storms into yuuji’s room and in a pure panic asks “how do I ask her out?”

Yuuji grumbles and throws a pillow at his brother, “flowers and candy, go back to bed.”

But Ryomen does anything but. Because there’s so many flowers and so many candies, how will he know which is your favorite? And as much as he’d love to ask you, it would ruin the surprise of being so excited at being his girlfriend that you’d have to say yes- a little manipulative, perhaps, but he’s not perfect despite what he says.

So he kinda goes… crazy.

He buys you all sorts of candy, everything from sour to chocolate, to even some cotton candy grapes and gummy bear watermelon and more candy flavored candy, all to put in a small bag that dangles from his thick wrist.

Next is the flower shop, and that’s even more stressful because how is he supposed to pick between roses and peonies and assorted and god knows what other breeds of flowers there are- one time, as a kid, he saw yuuji give a little boy a fistful of yellow dandelions, can’t he just do that?

According to the swipe of his credit card after picking out seven bouquets…. No. Apparently not.

He lugs everything out to his car with grunts of efforts, texting you telling you to be home because the smell of flowers is making him nauseous and the candy is probably melting in the warmth of the sun.

SENT please tell me you’re home?

Schnookums (god he needs to change that, why’d you ever put yourself as something so feral in his phone?) why, you coming over??

SENT no I’m making conversation

Tf

Of course that question means I’m coming over

Schnookums yayyyy okay 🥺💙

He scoffs before making a floor to your house, nerves making him speed a little too fast and almost run a few too many red lights, and he’s grateful that the cops he passed have mercy on him and let him get to your house without a ticket or handcuffs.

He gathers his bundle back in his arms and blindly makes his way up your driveway, using the sheer grace of the gods watching over him to not trip and crush everything under him. He sneezes god knows how many times, and once he’s finally at your door, he doesn’t know how long it takes him to knock successfully, but after 5 tries, he finally nails it.

And after a few short seconds, you open the door with a gasp of excitement. “What did you do!”

“I wasn’t- fuck!” The flowers start to slip as he tries to peer over them to look at you. You’re quick to make a move to help him catch them. “Fuck. God damn it. Ugh.” He clears his throat, “I wasn’t sure what flowers to get, so… I bought them all.”

“Whats in the bag?”

“An absolutely feral amount of sweets.”

You’re beaming at him, so excited between the gesture and seeing him that you immediately toss your arms around him, the crinkling of the bouquets being what snaps you back to life.

“Ah shit.”

“Sorry! Sorry!! I just… this is so sweet,” you say, smiling.

“Well, I uhh…. I wanted… you and I’ve been kinda… going out for a while….”

“Yeah?” You ask, and with the way your eyes widen and jaw slacks slightly, you know what he’s going to ask.

And he knows you’re going to make him do it.

“And I really… really have enjoyed it.” He takes a deep breath, “not sure why, but-“

“Shut up,” you snicker.

“But I kinda… want to do it. More. And… not let you do it with other people.”

“Okay,” you giggle.

“And I’m told the only way to do that is to make you my girlfr-“

“YES!” You scream, wrapping your arms around him again, and when he makes a noise of protest, you grab the flowers to put them on the ground, hugging him again tightly.

Tightly enough his organs hurt and his breath can’t get into his body, but this feels so right, so good and so comforting that he’d let you do it forever. He kisses your head and cradles it, letting the bag rest against your back.

“I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me,” you murmur against him.

He chuckles, “don’t thank me too much yet. We still need to find vases for all of these because I’ll be damned if I let my kind gesture die within twelve hours.”

“I don’t even know if I own a vase.”

He stiffens, and you snicker in his grip.

“Well then I hope your don’t like your kitchen sink too much.”

Spencer Reid kisses you like he’s been holding his breath under water and you’re oxygen. Like he’s dehydrated and you’re a cold glass of water. He grabs your face, the back of your neck, your waist, whatever he can hold onto and devours your lips. It’s a whole body thing- to be kissed by Spencer. His lips suck on yours, his tongue prodding into your mouth, teeth clashing a little. His nose brushes against yours and he can’t let you go. He can’t get enough of you and he intends to give you that headrush feeling he always does when you kiss. When you pull away, he chases your lips and you have to push at his chest a little- Spencer smiles devilishly, proud to know just how much you love his kisses. Your chest is heaving and your lips are even more plump and red. What Spencer loves most about how you look post make out is how dazed you look- how your eyes track every one of his movements and how you reach back out to him. “We have to go, sweetheart.” Still, he indulges you with one last kiss that cements your being late for the annual FBI conference slash party.

You know that Eddie Munson hasn’t had that much softness in his life. Lost his mom so early, his dad’s an ass, no grandparents (not even indifferent ones) to care for him, and the town treats him like garbage. Yes, Uncle Wayne is a prince among men. But He is gruff. He never meant to be a father - he does the best he can - but he’s not a hug-it-out kinda guy.

One day you find Eddie asleep in your bed holding your favorite stuffy, which YES you still have even though you are an adult who pays taxes and votes and so on. Why wouldn’t you keep your soft little friend??

Eddie has it pulled to his face -holding it in tight -almost white knuckled - fists. So you lay down behind him, big spooning against him until he relaxes a bit and softly snores.

You bring your stuffy friend to his house and hide it under his pillow and it’s never discussed out loud that you did this, but when you first spend the night at Eddie’s- he kisses the stuffy’s face and then kisses your cheek.

When you move in together you get the stuffy back because it goes where Eddie goes.

i’m your favourite ; eddie munson

synopsis: eddie’s insecurities always make him question whether or not he really deserves you, but he knows he can count on you to continuously prove him wrong.

warnings: mentions of insecurities in terms of looks & relationship dynamics, few swear words, fem!reader in mind, reader has a mom, dad & little sister, established relationship, lil heated moments

note: inspired by role model’s song “scumbag” (if you haven’t listened to his latest album “kansas anymore” go do it!!!)

“i’m a train wreck, i’m a cigarette. i’m the side that no one’s rooting for. but you stand by me.”

“eds? did you hear me?”.

quickly blinking his eyes, eddie took in his surroundings & came back to reality. pressing a faint kiss to your hair, he nodded his head.

you both were having a movie night at his trailer with blankets & popcorn on his couch. you both weren’t super picky, so the random cable channel playing horror movies did the trick.

“sorry—zoned out. what were you saying, baby?” he tried to recover from his mere moment of weakness, his arm tightening around your shoulders to pull you closer to his chest.

“i was just wondering…” you teetered, “would you wanna come over tomorrow?” you nerves were taking over now that his attention was fully on you.

“it’s my little sister’s birthday & my parents are doing a barbecue to celebrate—it’s okay if you don’t wanna come, i get it,” you started to ramble, fiddling with the material of eddie’s shirt you wore.

“i just thought it’d be nice for you to meet my family, y’know? b-but you can totally say no—it’s not a big deal” you assured him, but you secretly hoped he’d say yes.

when eddie didn’t answer immediately, you lifted your head from his chest to get a better view of his face, seeing a look of uncertainty on his features. it made you worry if asking this was too much.

“you want me to your family? a-are you sure?”

nodding your head quick, your hand rose up to rest on his cheek, thumb smoothing over his skin. “i’m sure,” you smiled once you saw eddie’s face soften, his doe eyes twinkling under the living room lamps.

“you’re my favourite person, eddie. plus, my mom has been dying to meet you since our first date” your cheeks felt warm at that little omission, & you could see a pink hue bloom on eddie’s.

pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand, eddie pushed aside his insecurities for a moment. “okay,” he exhaled, “i’d love to come over”.

pushing yourself up on the couch cushions to thank him with a kiss, eddie’s hands tightened on your waist, sighing into your mouth the longer your lips were locked to his.

“by the way,” he pecked the corner of your mouth. “you’re my favourite too”.

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tomorrow had come & eddie was freaking the hell out.

his room had become a larger mess than it usually was, turning into a something that looked like a hurricane with all the clothes thrown everywhere & on everything. all morning, he had tried finding the perfect outfit to wear that would be acceptable in the eyes of your parents, but nothing seemed to work.

so for the last ten minutes, he sat against the edge of his bed with his fingers tangled in his lion’s mane, eyes pinched & breath heavy in frustration.

at least, that was until his landline phone began to ring.

“hello?” he spoke into the mic, voice dropping with defeat.

“eds? what’s wrong?” your voice was concerned, only causing eddie’s breath to hitch.

“nothing baby, it’s all good”.

you scoffed. “sure don’t sound like it”.

rolling his eyes playfully, he fully laid out on his bed, back growing uncomfortable from all the clothes sprawled across it.

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or continue to mope about it?” you chided, only making him sigh.

“i have nothing good to wear”. the statement made him seem pathetic in his eyes.

tilting your head (you knew he could tell your movements), you couldn’t help but have a small smirk on your face while you twisted the phone cord between your fingers.

“now i don’t believe that, baby” now you heard him scoff.

“your parents are gonna think i’m a freak—everybody does. i-i can’t help it”. he spoke softer now, insecurities flowing out of him & overtaking his being because he didn’t want to be made a fool out of.

he wouldn’t be able to survive knowing your family doesn’t approve of him.

& your heart drops at the mere thought of it.

“eddie,” you spoke, trying to reel him back in from the negative parts of his mind. “no one is going to think you’re a freak—you’re so much more than that stupid label”.

he continued to stare up at the client as you spoke, his chest growing heavy with anxiety.

“they’re going to love you because you’re kind, have good humour, extremely helpful, caring, handsome,” you could hear him let out a huff at the last word.

“… & because i love you”.

you both haven’t said those three words yet since you started dating a few months ago. so, now was the first time.

“y-you what?”

fear overtook you now, your heartbeat loud in your ears. did i say it too early you thought to yourself.

“i-i love you, eddie. i hope that’s okay” oh shit.

eddie almost dropped the phone from his hand, still somehow in shock that someone like you loved someone like him. he’s been known as trailer trash, a freak, a thrown out cigarette, a scumbag, a stain on the so called beauty of hawkins—he’s been torn down for too long.

but by the grace of god (or some other being or universe or whatever), you saw past all the tarnished scuffs on him.

it’s something he still can’t fully understand.

“eddie, i-i’m sorry if i just fucked everything—“

“i love you too. sorry it took me so long to say it”

his words took you by surprise, & you couldn’t help but laugh happily into the receiver.

“you don’t have to be sorry, you just have to come over & kiss me to seal the deal” you bit your lip at your coyness, hoping it’d be enough for him to pull through.

“i’ll see you in thirty, sweetheart” eddie said before ending the call, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your chest. your head bumped into your pillow in a lovestruck haze, cheeks hurting from how hard were smiling.

you were so in love with that man.

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you waited at the front door while the party festivities took place in the backyard, hearing your mom yell that the food was almost ready from the back door. you tapped your sandal clad foot eagerly, anxious for when the doorbell would finally ring.

& it hit you like bricks when it chimed in your ears.

your hand (which was slightly clammy from nerves) held the doorknob, twisting it slowly until the door was open & your lovely boy was in view.

he dressed in casual attire consisting of a dark red t-shirt, dark blue jeans, & a new pair of sneakers he got with steve the other day. he still wore his rings & guitar pick necklace, dawning those pearly whites of his with a grin when he saw you.

his hands were full, holding onto things with a claw like grip. in one, he held three small bouquets of flowers from the supermarket & his van keys. the other held a purple gift bag stuffed with white glittery tissue paper, the specks of glitter shining brightly in the mid afternoon sunlight.

“hey, baby” he said with a pep in his step, eying you up & down. you could tell he was still nervous, but he was trying his best to keep cool.

without missing a beat, your hands flew up to his face & you kissed him hard, taking him by surprise on your front door step. but who could blame you for doing such a thing after you both confessed your love over the phone?

“you’re gonna,” *kiss* “make me” *kiss* “drop everything”, he huffed, laughing into your lips when you refused to pull away initially.

“sorry,” you heaved. “just love you so much is all” you grinned harder at eddie’s flushed face.

“lemme put everything down & give you a proper one, yeah?”

you agreed, helping him inside your home for the first time, giving him a quick tour of the main floor as you headed to the kitchen to put the flowers in some water.

“my mom is a gonna get all sappy knowing you got us all flowers—thank you by the way” you pecked his cheek with a pop as you placed the flowers into three different vases.

placing the gift bag on the counter, eddie just shrugged nonchalantly. “well, it’s just what a gentleman does” he said, smirking when you smiled at him.

“yeah,” you made your way over to him, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, chest pressing into his as his cold ring clad hands held your waist, squeezing it every few seconds.

“you really are the best” you leaned closer to him, lips just about to brush his.

“hmm, is that right?” his breath fanned your face, smelling like spearmint gum.

you could only nod, unable to resist the space anymore until he made the final dip forward, capturing your lips in his for a proper kiss where he could hold you close. it was slow, saying all the things you both wanted to say, while being sweet & soft & rewarding all at the same time.

“i love you” he breathed into your mouth, his thumbs fiddling with the smocked material on the lower back of your dress, being careful not to let them drift too low in case someone in your family caught him—& god forbid it’d be your father.

“i love you too” you murmured, pulling apart to laugh & smile & take all of him in like this.

you took a mental screenshot of him, safely storing it away in your brain’s memory box for later.

“so,” you patted his chest. “ready to meet everyone?” you asked, wiping away some of your lipgloss from his bottom lip while he sweetly tucked some of your hair behind your ear, fingers brushing over your earrings with a smile (because you’re wearing the ones he bought you).

eddie thought you tasted just as sweet as you looked.

“yeah,” he interlocked your fingers with his own, squeezing three times “now i am”.

“i’m a scumbag, i’m a scumbag (but you stand by me)”.

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

Flirting with you

Hey my lovelies, back with another Headcanon. My requests are currently open and my request guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Eddie is a shameless flirt. if he likes you then he's not going to be subtle about it. Although it can come across as shy and coy.

❀Eddie flirts both physically and verbally. He wants you to know his words are followed by action. He wants you to be able to distinguish his flirting and the friendship you've built.

❀Eddie boosts you up. He's pilling on the compliments, encouraging you, telling you he likes your outfit. Making blatantly flirtatious remarks. He's attempting to get you to engage in some flirtatious banter.

❀Using pet names, such as Sweetheart, Princess, Angel etc. They are nicknames that are reserved solely for you.

❀Eddie being a perfect gentleman, he's going to start holding out doors for you. He's going to carry you bag for you. He's going to help you into histruck if you need assstance etc.

❀Eddie is also going to begin to be more physically affectionate towards you. He's going to hug you frequently, going to press a kiss onto your temple etc.

❀Eddie wants to be in close contact with you. He wants to sit next to you whenever you're hanging out with friends. Sitting next to you at lunch etc.

when you start dating kiyoomi, he tells you at your first sleepover that he doesn’t like to be touched when waking up. it’s nothing personal; he just tells you he needs to get his bearings in the morning, so he prefers not to be cuddled while he sleeps. it sucks when you’re tired and just want to latch on to him and curl into his warmth, but everyone has their boundaries, and you respect them.

it’s only after the first few months of sleepovers that the apologies when you find yourself cuddled up against him as you blink awake are returned with dismissive hmphs as he curls his muscled arm back around your waist and pulls you close again.

and it’s only a couple months after that when you start waking up to a weight against your hot skin, because kiyoomi has sought out your touch as soon as he regains conscience in the mornings. and the rare times you wake up before him, he comes shuffling into the living room, blanket around his broad shoulders, and pout on his sleepy face as he curls up into you, waiting for your fingers to curl into his locks and lull him back to sleep.

You were both quiet.

Unusually quiet.

Something rare, especially with Eddie, as if there was something in the air causing you both to feel such, exhaustion, at the same time.

You both walked through the door after work, exchanging quiet hellos to one another, a kiss to your forehead as you place one to his bare shoulder, gently leading each other to unwind from another long day.

Something unspoken between you as you moved around one another with such ease after all these years together as you shed the work clothes that felt suffocating after so many hours.

Eddie pulled a pair of black sweats on with another well-loved band tee and a pair of mismatched socks before throwing his hair up into a messy bun as you both let out a sigh.

He sat heavily on the end of the bed as you wrapped a robe around the pajamas you picked for the night, a small smile shared as his eyes meet yours, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

You stand in front of him, running a gentle hand through his bangs, pressing a kiss to his forehead before his face meets your covered tummy, rubbing it against the fuzzy texture as he takes a shuddered inhale. His chin leans against the softness as he looks up at you with eyes begging for rest, shutting as you place one last kiss to his nose.

The rest of the night saw you both having cereal for dinner before heading to bed early, cuddling under the many blankets covering the bed, with eyes open not quite wanting to fall asleep.

Just wanting to hold one another in the quiet, where nothing matters for a little while besides the two of you.

A Very Bad Day (Eddie x Reader)

Last week I put out a poll asking which of my fictional boyfriends I should write a little fluff piece for, and Eddie was the clear winner. So, without further-ado, I present a cute little Eddie comforting his partner after a very bad day.

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According to Ms. Kelly, bad days were a normal part of life and to be expected. "Unavoidable" as she put it. What she didn't seem to grasp was that lately every single day had been a bad one for you and, despite her incessant questioning, there really didn't seem to be a reason. Everything and everyone had suddenly become irritating. Even a simple "good morning" from your mom at breakfast was getting under your skin.

You slammed your locker shut as you mentally prepared for another day of hell.

"Good morning, beautiful," his voice sang out as his arms wrapped around your waist. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his embrace. Miraculously, you found that your ever present attitude dissipated whenever Eddie was around, as if he was an anchor - the only thing keeping you from drowning in the dark abyss of your mind.

"Good morning," you sighed back.

"Feeling any better today?" He asked gently. You shook your head. "Anything I can do?"

"Honestly, I could really use a good distraction tonight. Come over?"

You felt as Eddie frowned into your hair. "I have Hellfire tonight, angel."

You stepped out of his embrace and blinked away the tears of frustration that now pricked at your eyes. "Right. I forgot. No biggie!"

"Y/N-"

You waved him off. "Don't. It's fine, I'll see you at lunch!"

You knew you were being unfair, yet the disappointment that settled in your chest was suffocating. You spent the remainder of the day kicking yourself both for letting Eddie see a flicker of vulnerability and for pushing him away when he did nothing wrong.

After school you immediately went to bed, deciding it was probably in everyone's best interest for you to be dead to the world until tomorrow morning.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep before you woke to your mom gently shaking your shoulder. "Y/N, someone's here to see you."

You rubbed your eyes, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings. The sun had just barely started to set and according to the clock on your night stand, it was just after 6:00pm.

You looked up at your mom and felt your heart drop a bit at the look of hope etched on her face, it was as if she was convinced this "visitor" would snap you out of the haze you'd been living in.

You pushed yourself out of the bed and trudged downstairs behind your mom.

Eddie stood in the foyer, an array of items in his arms as he beamed at you.

"Shouldn't you be at Hellfire?" You asked, grimacing as the tone came out sharper than you intended. If Eddie noticed the unintended aggression, he didn't let on.

"Some things are bigger than Dungeons and Dragons," he shrugged. You gasped playfully, reaching out to check if he was running a fever. "I know, I know, but believe it or not..." Eddie looked around as if ensuring no one was around to overhear before continuing. "I love you more than D&D, and you needed me, so here I am. And, I come bearing gifts."

Eddie handed you a VHS copy of Sixteen Candles which had a "Family Video" sticker plastered on the case. "For the soul," he said.

Next, he handed you a pint of chocolate ice cream and said, "for the heart."

Finally, he opened his leather jacket slightly so you could see the tip of a freshly rolled joint in his inner pocket. "And for the mind."

You bit your lip against the smile plastering itself across your face.

"You didn't have to do this, Eds," you whispered, not knowing what you did to deserve this man. Eddie stepped closer, cupping your face in his hand.

"I wanted to do this," he stated matter of factly. "You needed me. No matter where I am, or what I'm doing, if you need me, I'll be there." With that, he gently placed his lips on yours.

You spent the night curled against Eddie on the couch, watching Sixteen Candles while sharing the ice cream he had brought. By the time Eddie had to leave, you forgot you had ever been in a bad mood.

Imagine coming home after a long day of work or what not and you hear eddie talking to someone, you assume one of eddies friends or his uncle is over so you head in to the living room to greet eddie and who ever just to find eddie with like four maine coon kittens he glances over at you and smiles "look what i found in a box babe we can keep them right? I didn't wanna leave them out in the cold or well in general"

NO you did NOT just invoke The Maine Coon Principle™️?!?! 🙀 (This is one of my bestie’s favourite breeds and she’s had numerous over the years, and I’ve even been lucky enough to look after them at my house on occasion).

“Four, Eddie? You’ve brought four cats into the house? You realise we live in an apartment, right?! Well, they are pretty cute, maybe we can keep one. Ohhh, their fur is so sofffft… Okay, maybe two. What do you mean, we can’t split them up because they’ll pine for each other? I’ll split something in a minute… Stop making that face at me. You know I can’t say no to you when you make that face… Don’t- don’t touch me either. Stop. Stop it! Okay, okay, I submit, I submit! We’ll keep them all, Jeez… You gotta promise to help out with the litter though…”

Eddie calls the white one Falcor, and he spends most of his time lounging on sunny windowsills. Despite what you’d heard about white cats, he’s not deaf. Unless you’re scolding him for something, in which case he most definitely invokes his selective hearing.

The grey and white one is Ozzy. He’s the biggest, and he has a wild expression and demeanour that mirrors his namesake. He does what he likes, when he likes, and couldn’t give a dead mouse about what you think.

The brownish-black one Eddie calls Bear, because, well, he is one. He’s a massive softie (just like Eddie), and will find the most inconvenient and inappropriate times and positions in which to demand affection. On the phone to your boss? His butt is in your face. Trying to cook? He’s pawing at your sleeves from the kitchen counter (what is he doing up there anyway?! Get down Bear, you know you’re not allowed up there!)

And the smallest one, a tabby who’s still in reality much larger than your average domestic cat, is called Pickle, because she’s a cheeky minx and is always getting into scrapes. Once, you thought she’d disappeared because you didn’t see her for days, but it turned out she’d made a home on top of the kitchen cabinets. And that time you had to have the flooring up to fix an electrical fault, she managed to sneak down there and came back with fur absolutely covered in cobwebs and, you suspect, a belly full of spiders.

You keep them as house cats because your apartment’s on the fourth floor and there’s no safe space to let them out. And you wouldn’t want to anyway, because they’ve all grown up to be so pretty that you just know some crazy person would take a liking to them and try to steal them away. (You sometimes feel a little like this when Eddie’s playing The Hideout, but you’d never let a little healthy jealousy stop him from doing what he loves. Plus, you know he only has eyes for you. And the cats...)

You don’t know for sure whether they’re siblings (though it’s highly likely), but you understand enough about cats to know that won’t stop them *ahem* procreating. So you got them all neutered when the local animal shelter had a promotional offer, making it more affordable. They’re happy and healthy, and you feel secure in the knowledge that there aren’t ever going to be any ‘surprises’ under your bed one night when you get home. Frankly, that day Eddie brought the box home was quite enough of a cat-related shock to last you a lifetime, thank you very much. (PSA: NEUTER YOUR CATS!)

They eat you out of house and home, the litter thing is never ending, and the hair issue (that was already bad enough just with Eddie shedding his voluminous locks) makes you want to move out sometimes.

But the look on Eddie’s face when Pickle tries to climb between him and his guitar when she wants cuddles, and when two, some times three of them curl up on top of you both when you snuggle down for a movie night, makes it all worthwhile.

There’s debate about whether this breed are either extremely intelligent, or actually a bit stupid. You think you could say the same about Eddie, and you’re still undecided about either the cats or him. You suspect it’s actually a mixture of both. And you wonder whether that’s one of the (many) reasons why you love him, and your found cat family, so very, very much.

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