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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Been thinking about you, just wanted to check in and see what you’re working on lately. I’ve been quite MIA but I hope all is well in your pocket of Eddieville ❤️
Okay, okay okay okaaaaayyy!! 💗💗💗💗💗
So, not only am I super-thrilled that you’re thinkin’ ‘bout li’l ole me (genuine blushes over here), but also I’d be soooooo excited to tell you what I’m workin’ on!! 😀😁☺️
Okay, so, IDK if you saw it, but I finally posted part one of Knock At The Cabin, and I’m working on parts 2 & 3. As you know, it’s based on one of your Stranger Prompts, but it’s a departure from my usual style (in a good and challenging way), so I’ve been quite nervous about it. I’m pleased with how it’s going so far, although I don’t think I’ll tackle another ‘mystery’ type series for some time because the amount of mental energy required to retain what pieces of plot have been or have yet to be revealed is inteeeeennnssseeee…. 😆 (and btw, if I wasn’t already so much of a Betty Simp, I’d be even more impressed and awed by all of your series, no lie)
The Biology Tutor Lesson 3 is always ongoing, and is coming along nicely. It’s a special one, so I don’t want to rush it. But *shh* in the meantime I have another sneaky Extra Credits module which is almost ready to go 🤫😉
In my ‘so close to posting, but still obsessing over’ drafts I have another contribution for the @steddiemicrofic May prompt ‘top’, which is my first attempt at “proper” Steddie smut (I adore these short challenges for allowing me to practice writing Steddie!). Plus a D&D themed ‘getting together’ oneshot for Eddiexreader. There’s a bit in the middle of this one where it doesn’t quite flow properly, so I’ve left it for a while to see if a fresh reread will help.
And currently shoulder-barging literally everything else out of the way in my brain is a cheeky (okay, filthy) SteddiexMILF!reader oneshot idea that came to me on Sunday - I’m neither a mum nor am I in the US, so who knows why it’s ended up being so appropriately timed 😄
What about YOUUUUUUU??? 😃😃💐💐
(I *think* I’m all caught up with you, but I’m gonna have to go stalk your masterlist all over again, just to be sure 😆😆)
(Oh, and my pocket of Eddieville is stellar, thanks 😊 We almost had a falling out after those pics of buffed-up Joe with a buzzcut came out 😬 He was all, “You like him better than me, don’t you? You don’t love me anymore”, and I was all “Oh baby, don’t worry, I was just window shopping. You know you’re the only one for me! Hey, lemme write you into some total filth to make up for it”, and then he was all, “Okay honey, that’d be nice, thank you”, and I was all, “You maybe wanna have some fun with Stevie too?” And here we are… 😜)
Grim at Yuu's wedding. (they had to make sure he wouldn't go after the cake)
He makes such a cute ring bearer! But yes, he does go after the cake for a bite, so be gets put in baby jail during the ceremony. There's always two of your friends guarding the cake, and another two ready to grab Grim by the scruff of his neck in case he makes a jump for it.
Imagine his delight when you and your spouse bring him up for the cake cutting, ready to shove a bit of the cake in each other's faces, only to switch it up and smash both of your cakes into Grim's little face! He's so happy to be covered in frosting and cake, licking his lips and jowls, nomming on the treat as you and your partner feed each other fork fulls of your own new (non-smashed) slices.
Now Grim's got food in his system, he's gotta agree, this wedding is great!