#just as badly as that one year I tried to give up sugary desserts....

[kingofthewilderwest]

Useless Fiddleford McGucket headcanons because I’m bored and sleep deprived and want to talk about my favorite so NYEH sue me

Fidds is the baby of a large family, something like the second-to-youngest out of seven kids. I mean, he doesn’t have the backbone an older sibling would have. More older brothers than older sisters (four bros, he makes five boys). He’s got one younger sister, but other than that, he’s the youngest. He’s even young when taking cousins and extended family into account.

He’s got a MOB of cousins. There’s still a hoard of McGuckets back in Tennessee.

He started the chewing tobacco habit in his early teens.

He was always the most interested in banjo of the musical instruments and started that around eleven. But he also knows a fair amount of folk percussion elements (musical spoons, hamboning, etc.) and learned a little fiddle by proxy. As in, he never TRIED to learn the violin, but he had a cousin or friend who played, and they showed him a few things.

One time someone in college mentioned that Fiddleford should’ve been a fiddler, and McGucket mentions he DID pick up “just a little. sorta.” When they put a violin in his hands, he cranks out a few heavy bluegrass bars that are legitimately good, and everyone else in the room is like, “I hate you.”

He didn’t learn to read music until he was in college, though. Encouragement from Ford. He’s still not good with reading music.

McGucket started post-secondary at a community college because of tight finances in his family. He transferred to Backupsmore as a junior, and for him, that was a legitimate step up. Four year out-of-state university!

He lived in the dorms his entire stay at Backupsmore. This was the one period where his “early to bed, early to rise” lifestyle got strained. He still went to bed earlier and woke earlier than most students, but he was busy enough it could get late. He’d unwind by playing banjo, which quickly made him That Annoying Person UGH in the dorm community... he learned to go outside, play the instrument in a nearby clearing/parkish area on campus, where he wouldn’t bother others.

Fiddleford is two years older and two grades above Ford. They had lots of class overlap because Ford started taking upper level courses early.

Fiddleford majored in mechanical engineering and figured a Bachelors would suffice. He looked at schooling from more a humble and practical perspective: he’d rather apply his mechanical knowledge in the real world than sit in abstract academia. But Ford convinced Fiddleford he was brilliant enough he should go for grad school, and he did (at Backupsmore, too, naturally).

Fiddleford and Ford have taught a class together. Initially, the teaching assignment was just for Ford. But Fidds suspected Ford wouldn’t get the human element down right in class (Ford would just lecture at a board, he’d do the bare minimum because he’d rather focus on his own research, he’d make coursework too tough because he had skewed ideas of what was feasible, he wouldn’t have the right Touch or interpersonal skills to talk to students worrying about grades, etc.), so Fiddleford suggested he slip in as a second instructor.

There were still more than a few... rough patches and learning moments... with that class.

McGucket married in his early 20s his senior year of undergrad.

Statistically unlikely as he knows it is, Fiddleford still buys scratch tickets and loses money from it.

Ford was the DM for the Dungeons Dungeons & More Dungeons group. All male group. Of everyone, Ford had to twist Fiddleford’s arm the most to play. Fiddleford was the person who attended the group the least (out on dates with Emma-May and such), but he did end up liking the game and coming without Ford cajoling. Admittedly he was more in it for the math than the fantasy.

That same group of people came up with the KBPS measurement (Knee Bounce Per Second). A bunch of hard scientists teasing McGucket about being twitchy turned into creating an official measurement for said twitchiness.

There has been at least one incident where Ford’s been stumped on an advanced physics problem for months and months, and Fiddleford looks at it and solves it in two minutes. 

Fiddleford has published papers under “Fiddleford Hadron McGucket,” full name, despite the middle name being unnecessary to distinguish himself (ergo why he introduces himself like that in Society of the Blind Eye).

He’s had problems with people not believing that’s his real name.

His dialect used to be a lot thicker - phonetically, syntatically, etc. A combination of people being mean to him about it, peers not 100% understanding what he said, and the education system saying he spoke “wrong” made him focus on trying to change it in his early 20s.

Fiddleford followed the early development of video games, but tried to downplay his interest in the topic.

He can solve that Cubic’s Cube in less than thirty seconds.

He’s not as much of a lightweight as you’d think when it comes to drinking. He can’t hold his liquor like a champ, but it’s not one-beer-and-he’s-out, either. When he’s had a little too much to drink, his social inhibitions drop so he’ll potentially say or do slightly embarrassing things (and Ford feels the second hand embarrassment BURNING. Especially when Fidds starts dancing. Oh yikes. It’s bad.)

McGucket is VERY DEAD without his coffee, and wanders around like a zombie in the morning until he gets that caffeine. You could almost put a yodeling bear inside the house, and he’d walk by it without blinking or realizing it’s there.

Fiddleford has a boring taste pallet and doesn’t like experimenting. He eats Fairly Standard “American” food, doesn’t diverge much outside that. Not into spicy foods, etc.

Fiddleford believed in ghosts long before he learned about Ford’s paranormal research or moved to Gravity Falls.

Fiddleford called Emma-May regularly when he was in Gravity Falls, first working on the project with Ford. The lack of contact made his wife realize something was up. The combination of his disoriented state, and a fear to not bother her or let her see him like this, meant he didn’t reach out for help when he should have. She was the one who went up to GF to see what had happened. I’m not going to go into all of how I think THAT went down, but the divorce decision happened fast enough that that’s why McGucket went straight from the office to the motel - he wouldn’t be staying with her anywhere.

I’ve toggled between several possibilities trying to explain to myself why Tate ended up in Gravity Falls when logically Ms. Dixon would have had sole custody over her son. One possibility is she raised Tate in California, so Tate didn’t see his father for most of childhood. If so, it would’ve been his own choice to go to GF as an adult. He had mixed feelings about his father, a lot of bitterness, some fears, no shortage of embarrassment, but just enough nostalgia to see what would happen if they reconnected. Ultimately it didn’t turn out great. But I feel like there’s a reason that, as soon as McGucket reached out to family at the end of the show, Tate not only accepted his father back, but moved in with him. For all their issues, Tate always did internally want his dad back.

One of the reasons Tate hides his intellect and avoids using it is because he doesn’t know why his father crashed and doesn’t want to risk following suit. Another part of it is distancing himself from the embarrassment he feels about Fiddleford.

Old Man McGucket doesn’t go to Gravity Falls events because of the planned activity. Half the time he doesn’t even know what the gathering’s for. He’s there because it’s a way to squeeze into human interaction. He doesn’t care if it’s a dance party for kids with music he wouldn’t listen to - it’s a way to be among other people.

This is 80% of the reason why he went through ALL that anime with Soos.

#and I'll stop right there because that's already enough and already shows I'm a pathetic sap #blabbing Haddock #GF #Gravity Falls #Fiddleford McGucket #Young McGucket #Old Man McGucket #non-dragons #long post #Tate McGucket #Emma-May Dixon #Ford Pines #Stanford Pines #one time he tried to give up coffee for Lent #and that backfired spectacularly #just as badly as that one year I tried to give up sugary desserts.... #Lost Time

[george-mackay-macfine]

Let's Play a game - CH.3

Chapter three of let's play a game, as usual pick your own Jude. I know I have!

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If Jude Hastings thinks he can show up at my family brunch and act like he wasn’t committing an act of war, he sure had another thing coming.

I was going to be the best’ girlfriend’ this man had ever seen. I was going to be such a convincing girlfriend that his parents would be begging him to propose to me by the time I break his heart. I was going to be that girl that all his friends, colleagues and all his family compare his next girlfriend to.

I was going to be the girl who destroyed Jude Hastings for other women.

“Hi.” I smiled at the female officer who sat at the front desk. She looked borderline depressed with her piles of paperwork around her. “I’m here to see Jude Hastings.”

“Name.” She drawled out.

“Darcy Edwards.” I plastered the fakest smile on my face as she picked up her desk phone.

“What is your reasoning to see Officer Hastings?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” I held up the picnic basket by my side as the woman eyes widened. “And I brought him dinner.” I put the basket on the bench and riffled through finding the container of cupcakes I’d baked - Oh yeah, I’d also baked dessert - “Cupcake?” I offered the now open container of sugary sweets to the woman who looked at them like they’d offended her entire family. “There is chocolate and vanilla.” She didn’t speak, just kept looking at me.

“Hastings… There’s a woman here to see you.” She looked me up and down. “Claims she’s your girlfriend.”

“Darcy.” I prompted right as she put the phone down.

“He’ll be out in a few minutes if you sit down.” She mumbled before looking back down at her open file.

I guess that’s a no to the cupcake, then.

I pulled the container back, shoving the lid back on and storing it back inside the basket before walking over to the waiting chairs. I put the basket on one and began to fiddle with my dress.

A long summer maxi dress with sandals was the best accompaniment to this whole dinner scheme of mine. Not only was it workplace appropriate, but it gave off this virginesque vibe which would only help me win over his colleagues.

Hastings would have no clue what was hitting him.

“Darcy?” I turned at the familiar voice. Standing holding the door open was Jason Sato. Hastings partner and one of the many people I’d gone to high school with who didn’t seem to want to leave this damn town. “I didn’t actually believe him when he told me you were here to see him.” He began to laugh.

“What do you mean?” I picked the basket up and walked towards him. “Is Jude coming?” I held the basket up slightly. “I made him dinner.”

“Is it poisoned?”

“What?” I faked as gasp - poisoning it would have been too obvious. “Why would it be poisoned.”

“Because the last time you made food for him, you put laxatives in it.” Oh yeah.

“That was high school, Jason.” I gave a giggle. Sweet and innocent. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to poison my boyfriend; he’s too cute for that.”

“It was only two years ago,”

“Was it?” I tapped the side of my head gently. “Bad memory.”

“So you and Jude finally put it all behind you, huh.”

“Sure did.” I smiled as Jude appeared behind him. “Hi Bunny.” I beamed at him. Relishing in the way, his smile dropped at the use of his new nickname.

“Bunny?” Jason tried to hold in a laugh as I nodded idiotically. “Wow.”

“What you got in there?” Hastings pointed to the basket.

“I made your favourite.” I lifted the basket some more. “Egg salad sandwiches and cupcakes.”

“Egg sandwiches are your favourite food?” Jason raised an eyebrow at Hastings. Absolutely not. He hated egg salad sandwiches.

“Picnic food it is.” Hastings amended.

“Did you want to join us for dinner?” I stepped towards Hastings, who wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. “I made plenty for everyone.” Jason looked between Hastings and me. “You don’t mind, do you, Bunny?” I looked up at Hastings with a wide smile, the smile only becoming broader as I heard Jason let out a snort of laughter.

“Of course not,” Hastings grimaced, leaning down kissing my cheek.

“I am only saying yes because I want to see more of this.” Hastings grabbed my hand and led me through the police officers towards their break room. I made sure to smile and wave at everyone who looked at us, cementing myself as the polite and sweet girlfriend I was.

“How has your day been?” I asked Hastings as I began to grab all the items out of the picnic table, laying them out in front of the two seated men. “Catch any bad guys today?”

“Not yet.” Hastings grabbed a can of root beer I put down in front of him. “How has your day been, babe?”

“Babe?” I pushed my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “You never call me babe.”

“What does he call you then?” Jason asked mid-bite.

“He usually calls me wifey.”

“You what?” Jason spun to look at Hastings while I struggled to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.

“What can I say? When I see something, I want I go for it.” He picked up one of the sandwiches. When he sat back down correctly, he looked at me again, maintaining eye contact as he began to smile. “But, baby. If you’re happy to let people know I intend to make you my wife, then I’m happy to call you that in public. I just thought you didn’t want people to know.”

A challenge.

“Of course Bunny.” I walked around the table and sat down in his lap. “You know I want nothing more than to win this big heart in here.” I tapped his chest. “If you want everyone to know you intend to marry me, then I’m okay with it if you tell them.” Do it, Darcy. Win this one. “It’d make me happy, actually.” I kissed his lips, fighting off the bile that rose with the action.

“Sato.” A voice bellowed from beyond the break room, giving me a reason to break the bile raising kiss. “Call for you at your desk, line three.” Jason stood up slowly, looking at us as if we were some mutation.

“Right, coming.” He called back to the voice. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I smiled, watching Jason walk out, the door shutting behind him.

“Is this your feeble attempt at a surprise attack,” Hastings whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“You mean like yours from this morning?”

“I didn’t think we were playing dirty, Edwards.”

“We weren’t, then you crashed family Sunday brunch.”

“You needed your wallet,”

“Then you shouldn’t have lifted it from my purse.” I turned to look at him. “You started this. I’m finishing it.”

“Oh no, this is just the beginning… Wifey.” A twisted smirk covered his lips. “You know that comment I made about no more pranks.”

“Of course,” I remembered everything he said that morning.

“I take that part back.” He nodded towards my outfit. “After this little prank, I think everything is fair game.”

“Prank?” I shook my head. “This is no prank. I wanted to make my big strong man some dinner.” I poked his cheek as I spoke.

“You know I hate eggs.”

“No, I knew eggs give you insane gas,”

“Tamato, tomato.”

“Whoopsies.”

“I’m not eating them.” He looked at the sandwich.

“What’d I miss.” Jason sauntered back in.

“Nothing.” I turned back to him. “Jude was just going to try the sandwiches and tell me what he thought.” I spun around to face Hastings. “Isn’t that right, Bunny.”

“Darcy…”

“It took me a long time to make it all, the sandwiches and the cupcakes.”

“It’s lovely of you, Darcy.”

“Thank you, Julian. If only my boyfriend felt the same way.”

“Try one, man. They’re good.” Julian slid a sandwich over to him. Julian and I both watched as Hastings disgruntledly unwrapped the foil that wrapped the sandwich. Taking half of it, he brought it to his lips.

“Take a big bite! Make sure you get all the flavours.” I clapped my hands together. Honestly, I have never wanted anything more than for this sandwich to react badly with Hastings’s gut. The idea of people thinking he shit himself is nearly funnier than it would be if he actually shit himself.

“Of course.” He muttered, bringing the sandwich to his mouth. To my surprise, he took a massive bite out of it, more than I’d expected him t take. As he chewed, Jason and I watched on. “Wow,” He reached for the root beer, taking a long gulp. “Nice.”

“Try a cupcake now.” I grabbed one of the cupcakes and scooped the icing off with my finger. I was bringing it to my lips before Hastings redirected my finger to his lips. I felt his tongue work around my fingertip, sucking off all the sugary sweet vanilla icing.

“Okay, you two might just be enough to gross me out.” Jason broke us from our moment.

“That was my icing.” I sighed, pulling my finger back. I subtly wiped it on Hastings shirt, thankful that Jason couldn’t see.

“Delicious.” He laughed. “You should try one.” He looked over at Jason.

“Give me your finger, Darcy.” He winked at me.

“Sorry mate, But you’ll need to find your own girl.” His hands wrapped tighter around my waist.

“I should get going.” I unwrapped Hastings arms from around my waist. “I’ve got class tomorrow.”

“I finish in an hour. Why don’t you go to my place.”

“I don’t have clothes, Bunny.” I loved seeing a part of his soul die when I used that nickname, thank you, google.

“Well, go home, and I’ll swing by and get you on the way home.”

“He wants to romance you, Darcy, by the sounds of it.” Jason cackled, unwrapping a cupcake.

“Is that true?”

“Of course it is.” His hand ran down my back, stopping at the swell of my hip. “Romance is my middle name.”

“Now I’m sure your mother told me your middle name was Fredrick.”

“Oft.” Julian hissed. “That’s a sexy name right there.”

“Isn’t it just,” I giggled, throwing my hair over my shoulder. I knew by the look on Hastings’s face he wished I were dead right now, and I knew he could tell by the look on my face that I was loving this more than anything.

Payback is a bitch.

“I better go.” I picked up my purse and walked to the door. “Can you bring those back to me whenever?”

“I’ll bring them by tonight when I come to get you.” Jude stood and walked behind me. “I’ll be back.” He called over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” He swatted my ass, causing me to flinch forward. “Didn’t mind it the other night.” He winked.

“You bloody bastard.” I muttered under my breath as he scooted past me. “I’ll kill you.” I growled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me through the station. “When you get home, I thought we could take a bath together.” I began to rattle. “And maybe I can give you another facial, and we can watch the notebook.” I thundered as we passed by a group of highly masculine-looking officers. “Like we did last week, you seemed to like it. I’ll even use the pink face cream.”

“Jesus.” Hastings hissed, shaking his head. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“You don’t have to.” I passed him pushing open the same door I’d entered only minutes ago.

“I’m walking you to your car,” He confirmed, holding the door open so I could move through the threshold. “C’mon.” His hand grabbed mine, pulling me along behind him. We passed by the silent woman on the front desk and out into the warming summer air. “You are -“

“Incredible?”

“No.”

“Amazing… Phenomenal… Astounding… bewildering… bewitching…”

“Insane… mad… cretinous.”

“Oh a big boy word.” We’d reached my car by now, but Hastings still wasn’t letting go of my hand. “Can I have my hand back now?”

“I don’t know.” He leant back against the car, pulling me into his chest. “I rather like the way it feels in mine.” His other wrapped around my waist, holding my body tightly to his.

“I think we need to clear some things up.” I tried to pull my hand back from him. “This whole facade thing doesn’t have to happen all the time… only when we’re around people.”

“No, sweetheart.” He nuzzled his nose into the underside of my jaw, breathing deep. “I’m going to make you fall madly in love with me.”

“Whose says I’m gonna let you?”

“Whose says your gonna stop me?” His lips crawled up my jaw before moving across the skin of my cheek towards my lips. He flipped us over, so I was trapped up against the car “Darcy,” When did his voice become so husky, and why is it sending a shiver up my spin. “Whose going to stop me?” Why did the idea of his lips on mine seem so appealing? Why did I feel like I was starving? And without the feeling of his lips against mine, I was going to die. “I don’t think you’re going to stop me, Darcy.”

He was right. I wasn’t going to stop him.

Without a second thought, I pulled his head, so our lips met. His hand let go of mine and ran up, grabbing onto my face, keeping me locked to him. My tongue traced his bottom lip. I wanted more. His lips left mine again, kissing all over the skin on my face.

“Baby.” I grabbed onto his face this time and reattached our lips. My hands wandered the expanse of his body, feeling all the muscles I was reluctant to remind myself about. “Darcy, we need to stop.” I shook my head against his lips, my own going to his neck. His hands left my body completely resting against the car on either side of my head as I kissed his neck. “Believe me, I don’t want to stop this either, but if we don’t - We’re going to end up naked on the street, and I don’t think that’s appropriate for an officer of the law.”

Dammit, he was right.

“Your right.” I pulled away from him, my chest heaving. “I should save shows like that for when people are around.” He let out a chuckle.

“What games do you have planned in that twisted head of yours.” His fingertips tapped my temple gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I pushed his body away from mine, moving so I could open my drivers’ door.

“Well, was your show in there, was that how it was supposed to happen?”

“Let’s just say, it’s not exactly how I planned it - I expected more people wanting cupcakes, I mean they’re cupcakes c’mon - but it’s turning out better than I thought.” I stopped as I was about to step into the car. “You’re going to fall in love with me, Jude Hastings, and then I’m going to break your heart into a million little bits.” Disturbingly he smiled. Not the reaction you really wanted from a man when you tell him you’re not only going to break his heart but also shatter it into a million parts.

“I’m sure you will, Darcy.” He stepped back away from the door. “But I suppose the real question is, will I break yours first.”

“Don’t count on it.” I slipped into the car.

“I’ll see you soon.” He called out as I turned on the ignition. I rolled my window down and stuck my head out.

“You won’t see me if I don’t answer the door.”

“You will.” He winked before turning and walking back down the path we’d walked together moments ago.

As I took off, my mind was consumed by one thing.

Jude Hastings.

Thoughts of him clouded my senses as I drove, and the feeling of his hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him left chills on my legs.

He was good, but I was going to be better.

#george mackay #George Mackay Imagine #Dylan O'brien #dylan o'brian imagine #Dylan O'brien GIF #calahan skogman #Calahan Skogman imagine #Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #Ben Hardy #ben hardy imagine

[marshthat]

My Jedi master Eeth Koth headcanons!

Eeth Koth has been my comfort charcter for quite a long time, and still is now (and I hope still will be in the future also, bc I cant imagine me existing without my love for Eeth anymore).

So, I've decided to share my most prominent master Koth headcanons that I've accumulated at this point

As promised, I'm posting only general ones, without any specific implied pairings or other relationships!

note: (due not so much info about Eeth in Canon and Legends (unforgivably little actually), maaaaybe I'm projecting some of my own mental stuff on him, but eh, this is unevitable I guess :)

Have fun reading these!

1. Change of the profile

In his youth, Eeth was a Jedi Guardian, a.k.a "Jedi-on-the-front-line", and carried a blue lightsaber. But after the death of his master, followed by him joining the High Council, Eeth calmed down his inner rambo and changed his profile to a Jedi Consular. And so he chose a path of a diplomat, built a green lightsaber (with a hilt very similar to his dead master's one, as a remembrance) and eventually became famous in the Jedi Order exactly for his ability to resolve conflicts peacefully. (that's why no big missions on his part before the Clone Wars era apart from his participation in the Yinchorri incident)

2. The acceptance issue

Eeth pays a lot of attention to his appearance: carefully brushes his hair, makes sure his clothing is perfect, and so on.

Some consider this a simple whim, but in fact this will to have an ideal appearance is a consequence of some issues Koth now has because of his difficult childhood. Due to the fact that Eeth spent his first four years as a ragged orphan in the filthy slums of Nar Shaddaa, he sometimes feels as if he doesn't deserve to be in such a clean and nice place as the Coruscant Jedi Temple. (And the fact that his membership in the Order at first caused a lot of controversy among the Council masters only worsened this fear)

That is why Eeth tries his best to always look as perfect as possible - to be suitable for the beauty of the Temple and to not feel himself a stranger in its walls.

3. Long meditation hours and self-reflecting

He does meditate on his issues quite often, in order to get rid of every irrational fear he has, like the one described in the previous headcanon. Usually he does that in the evening, after all the tasks are completed - he gives himself time to reflect on what happened during the day, what he did and said and how the others reacted. This does help, but still some thorns can be very hard to get out of his hearts. His favourite meditation place is his own quarters in the Temple, where he can have a nice view on the evening/night Coruscant, which is somehow more relaxing to him than the gardens in the Room of Thousand Fountains.

4. A little peek into the apartment

Eeth’s master-quarters in the Temple are decorated with effort and thought. The most significant part are the long heavy thick and soft curtains, that, if closed, take all the light in the room away, leaving the nice pleasant semidarkness atmoshphere. Also Eeth has a lot of various cushions around the whole apartment, along with an enormous supply of aroma candles! 

5. The tragedy of the Padawan

Eeth's first and only Padawan learner was Sharad Hett.

Sharad's will to quit the Order deeply hurt Eeth, even if he didn't say that out loud, as he put a lot of effort and dedication in his promise to be the best master possible for Sharad. Also he lowkey agreed with the accusations of other masters telling him he was responsible for Sharad's departure because Koth failed as a teacher - so he does feel himself guilty of failing both Sharad and the Order.

After the Hett's incident, he actually vowed to himself not to take any more Padawan learners, so as not to let anyone's expectations down again. (And, like master Saesee Tiin, chose to put his efforts into other fields rather then teaching)

(these panels still hurt me somehow qwq 

Sharad made Eeth cry, for kriffs sake!)

6. But he's still very friendly to kids

Despite the unpleasant exprienece with his own Padawan, he did let go of his initial frustration and now he is quite happy to give younglings and young padawans some general lessons! Also sometimes he takes other masters' students to group trainings or supervises them during the Trials of Knighthood. And young Jedi do love master Koth a lot - because he's soft and very patient, and does allow them some liberties :)

7. The social butterfly

Eeth is a "social butterfly" or a "caretaker" (ESFJ mbti-type)

He is used to being among a large number of people, but even though it seems that he gathers these people around him, in fact this is not true - his natural charm and outgoing personality allow him to easily make new acquaintances, interact with friends and encourage conversations, but he more follows his more assertive companions, adapts his behavior and words to them in order to create the most comfortable atmosphere possible, than directs them himself.

In other words, he offers the fun, but enjoys more the others' reactions to it, than the fun itself!

8. Sweet tooth!

Eeth LOVES sweet things! He generally likes all sorts of sweets, starting with various desserts and finishing with sugary tropic fruits. (Gaining weight? Naaah, the zabraks physiology allows him to consume a lot of food because of the higher metabolism due to the zabraks having two hearts. And also he does a lot of physical exercise in the training halls. So it's not a problem at all!)

9. And he is sweet himself too

This love for sugary things is not only for sweet treats actually, but also for the scents of cosmetics too! (And he does use a lot of that stuff). That is why Eeth usually smells of something nice, either caramel, or vanilla, or fruity etc.

This is often favorited by his colleagues on the Council, who definitely enjoy the pleasant aroma Eeth always brings with him to the Council meetings.

10. Energy drinks!

He got badly used to them during the Clone Wars era, because he really needed an additional energy resource when staying up all night brushing through various diplomatic documents and strategy plans. Caf wasn't much of a help because it just turned out to be not strong enough for the zabrak, so he eventually replaced it with cheap but more effective sweet energy drinks. It doesn't really matter to him which drinks to buy exactly, but the meiloorun-flavoured ones are among his favourites.

11. Form of lightsaber combat

Form III - Soresu!

I actually did a separate essay analyzing why Eeth’s form of combat is definitely Soresu, but if keeping brief: he uses Soresu mixed with some Ataru moves. Ataru was his initial style, advised by his master due to Eeth’s small complexion and natural agility & flexibility, but after changing his Jedi profile to a Consular he also adopted the main Consulars’ style - Soresu (usually called “the diplomat style”, “the most peaceful among the seven'' etc.). Koth’s Soresu moves can clearly be seen in the “Grievous Intrigue” episode in particular. Also Koth’s stance in the "Intrigue" is different from the famous Kenobi's "point-fingers" thingy simply because Eeth's pose is not an opening Soresu stance, but the brace-ready stance, which in Soresu is described as “having much in common with the "Ataru guard," with the hilt held at waist height on the dominant side in a two-handed grip for greater control, extended vertically upwards”

12. The double-bladed saber

Eeth wields a double-bladed saber almost as well as a regular one.

And in fact, it was Darth Maul who has inspired Eeth to try this kind of a weapon - after the High Council sent him to lead the investigation on the question of a zabrak sith on Naboo in 32 bby, he got genuinely interested in the possible perks of two blades in his Soresu and eventually mastered the double-bladed saber on quite a level. But he still sees this only as an interesting training option, but nothing more. So the double-bladed saber stays in the Temple and is used only in the Training Halls, but never on the battlefield.

13. An earring (yes, in the singular form)

Eeth has one of his ears pierced (right one), and he actually has several different earrings, mostly simple, like basic metal rings, which he usually picks every morning according to his mood. But to be honest, this earring thing is purely only for himself - because you can’t really see his ears under his usual three-ponytails hairstyle.

Though, he did abandon wearing earrings during the Clone Wars era - because since the war began and the potentially dangerous missions became more frequent, it wasn’t really a right place and time for such things, especially knowing that the Separatists can use some specific traps (like the ones they used to magnetize Jedi lightsabers on Lola-Sayu). The prospect of losing the whole ear due to such a trap is not the most pleasant one indeed.

14. HUGS (and other tactile activities)

Eeth very very VERY much loves hugs!

And for him, tactile contacts are more than just a way to feel comfortable - for him it's a vital part of the whole communication process. This issue dates back to his master, Kosul Ayada, who was a herglic (a race that is actually not very good at speaking Galactic Basic), and therefore helped himself with gestures and body language. And spending a lot of time around master Ayada, Eeth also got used to supporting his verbal dialogue by body language and tactile contact.

That is why while speaking Eeth actively gestures, grabs the other's hands, squeezes shoulders etc. And the hugs are his way to express sympathy and also to feel safe and appreciated!

15. Driving skills

Master Koth can drive, and actually quite well. And by driving I mean not spaceships, but smaller things that stay on land, like speeders.

And because he is a diplomat who often attends various meetings with senators and ambassadors, he also has a personal speeder, allocated to him by the Order for the ease of attending senator events and other diplomatic ocasions.

(But he does use it for other personal purposes too, because why not to, if there is an opportunity)))

(A panel of Eeth casually driving a speeder like a damn pro is one of my fav Eeth comics crumbs,,,,,,)

16. Singing

Eeth enjoys singing! But he usually keeps this thing to himself, making the quiet manthra-like singing a part of his meditative prep - it helps him to settle down his tangly thoughts a bit and tune his mind and body for the actual meditation.

(the hc was inspired by Hassani Shapi’s singing in one of his films, because Shapi’s voice is really beautiful and I’m sad they didn’t give him even a single line in the Phantom Menace when filming Koth’s Council scene)

17. Space soap operas...? (not so serious, sometimes treated as crack, but sometimes not)

Koth (secretly) likes soap operas on the late-night HoloNet, and often stays up to watch a new episode of something before going to bed. His favourite series is called “Lekkus of love” (my imaginary in-universe show I usually use in my sw writings) and it's about a twi’lek girl’s life, filmed in the style of our “Magnificent Century”, with lots of romantic intrigues and twists.

18. LOTS of feelings

Referencing the previous one - Eeth is very emotional, actually! Yes, he’s a Jedi and he knows how to keep his mind clear, but he’s still sensitive enough to actually cry over sad episodes of "Lekkus…" because “Poor Ai’sha, she worked so hard to get her man’s attention, but he still chose that togruta girl? This is outrageous, this is unfair! :ccc”

Also this can be in fact explained biologically. He's a zabrak, and zabraks are supposed to have a hot, blazing, higly-emotional nature (to match their home planet, Iridonia, wich is also boiling with acid seas and all that - otherwise they won't survive)

19. Podracing as a favourite sport

Eeth enjoys podracing. He first got into it back on Nar Shaddaa, when he heard a lot about racing and stuff from smugglers and bounty hunters (and at that time he even dreamed of becoming a cool podracer - but that was of course before he was taken to the Temple).

Now he doesn't dream of podracing that much, but still can and actually does enjoy watching annual championships via HoloNet. He also tries to keep in touch with the latest news in the podracing world (that interest he shares with the young Anakin Skywalker, and they do sometimes occasionally discuss podracing when they both have free time)

20. Horns

Eeth doesn’t really trust droids with trimming his horns, so he usually does that by himself, in the freshener, and that always takes a while. Also unlike a lot of male iridonian zabraks, who prefer to keep the tips of their horns comparatively sharp as a sign of their brutality and masculinity, Eeth chooses to make the tips humbly rounded and smoothed.

21. A pet? (Also not so serious - but sometimes it IS the most serious hc!)

Eeth has a pet loth-cat! The loth-cat is a she-cat, and she's big, fluffy and always on her own mind. Agen Kolar sometimes points out that the loth-cat is very similar to her owner in a lot of little things, like the way the cat purrs when being hugged and how she is obsessed with being clean and ideal too.

The loth-cat is also a bit jealous of her owner’s attention, so she will every time make herself comfortable on his knees when Eeth is meditating or working with documents to show that this is HER man. (especially when smb comes over to Eeth’s apartment - that's the case when she just NEEDS to state who’s the real boss here).

22. Participation in the first battle of Geonosis

I headcanon that Eeth was not directly on the Petranaki Arena actually during the first battle of Geonosis in the AOTC. Since he's not on-screen in that symbolic circle of survivors but is still stated as a participant, I assume that instead of being a part of the main group, Eeth joined Yoda on his trip to Kamino. Maybe not directly on the planet but still somewhere there, helping to gather clone legions to guide them to Geonosis.

(p.s. I know that Eeth's on-screen absence is because of Shapi being replaced with another actor and the new character turning out not at all alike to TPM Koth, but this little hc actually kinda fixes the hole without ruining anything…?))

#star wars #star wars expanded universe #star wars legends #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #eeth koth #sharad hett #kosul ayada #star wars headcanons #ihonestly I can talk about Eeth for hours and days and month #Eeth is the best cinnamon bun in the Jedi Order

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Pairing: MinatoKakashi Word count: 3399 Rated: E Summary: A mild kitchen accident leads to feelings being revealed and action being taken. Minato has no complaints.

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Whipping Up A Good Time 

He would discover later, through offhand questions at the supermarket, that he had simply been one of the unlucky consumers to buy part of a defective batch of product. In fact quite a few people in the village had suffered the same sticky accident as he had, although probably without quite the same results afterwards. One of them had been a little old lady who lived alone and, reportedly, she’d almost had heart failure from the surprise. Still, that was all discovered after the fact and hindsight did nothing to save him from the shock of having the can of aerosol whipped cream explode in his hand as he held it upside down over a slice of reheated pie.

Minato’s finely honed shinobi instincts reacted without thought, tossing the small canister away from himself as they registered the ‘threat’. Unfortunately it hit the cupboard and rebounded straight towards him so he succeeded in nothing more than assaulting himself with even more sugared foam. A heartbeat passed in which his every sense sang with awareness, feeling the utter calmness of the room in contrast to the excitement he had just experienced. Then the Yondaime Hokage peeked down at himself to assess the damage.

He couldn’t help but feel just a little ridiculous. The tiny explosion had scared the life right out of him even if he hadn’t been harmed at all - unless one counted his dignity. He couldn’t help but imagine the local gossip chains in his head telling each other all about how their fearless leader had been frightened by a can of dessert topping and it made him grimace in self-deprecation as he took in the sight of his torso. He certainly wouldn’t be scaring off any enemies looking like he did right now. It was his first day off in a long while so he hadn’t been wearing a shirt all morning and thus of course he looked incredibly lewd now, like something that might have stepped right out of Jiraiya-sensei’s raunchy novels. His bare chest was liberally coated in snowy cream, some of it dripping down to catch and gather around the waistband of his lounge pants. His peripheral vision informed him that at least some had landed in his hair and he could feel the splotch that streaked across his left cheek. More than anything he felt like some sort of confectionary treat gone wrong. 

If the god’s had any kindness for him they were not exercising it that day, he decided. Just as he finished appraising the damage his kitchen door swung open and, of all the people in the entire village, the one he least wanted to see him like this walked straight in to the room. He’d forgotten in the excitement that Kakashi was only a thin wooden door away, that he’d come in to the kitchen to make tea and pie for them both since his ex-student had stopped by for a visit. 

“Sensei? What was that noi–…uh…hngh?” The younger man’s words petered out the moment he caught sight of Minato’s current state and his sentence instead ended with a rather strangled mix of letters and a low keening. The Yondaime watched as Kakashi’s visible eye widened steadily, bit by bit, until he feared for the security of its position. He watched Kakashi’s body pause between one step and the next until he had settled in to absolute stillness. Then that one eye inched down until he was staring at the mess of creamy whipped frosting and stayed there, seemingly riveted by the sight. 

“Uhm…I don’t know what happened,” The Hokage mumbled in embarrassment. “I just wanted some whipped cream. The can sort of exploded when I tried to use it.”

Kakashi gave no indication he’d heard a single word that was spoken. He was still staring at the mess. Minato drew his brows together self-consciously and fought the urge to fidget. It was hard enough to stand still around the younger man lately; doubly so now when he found himself being scrutinized so closely. 

“Kakashi?” he asked. No response. “Are you alright?” It was as if his friend were frozen to the spot, some part of his brain broken down by the admittedly silly sight in front of him. Minato spent a few moments genuinely confused about such a response until he witnessed something he had only dared think about in dreams he would never willingly admit to.

The mask hiding that face from the rest of the world had been discarded around him years ago. He therefore had a perfect view of the small pink tongue that peeked out to absent-mindedly draw across thin lips, lips that stay parted as if their owner were unaware of just how stunned he looked. What sparked the moment of realization for Minato, however, was the fact that only a second later Kakashi swallowed. Hard. And that one action changed his entire face, rearranging it in to an expression of desperation and want. Minato wondered what he wanted so badly. All he was doing was staring at his half naked old teacher all covered in whipped – oh.

Well. 

Well well. 

The Yondaime felt both of his eyebrows slowly crawling up in to his hairline as he allowed the idea to sink in that Kakashi had frozen because of the debauched picture he’d been presented with and because he - by some grace of the gods - liked what he saw. In the most wonderfully perverted way. Suddenly the attraction he’d been working so hard to keep hidden didn’t seem like it was as one-sided as he had assumed. 

Minato smiled while the inner child inside of him decided that a good situation could always be made better if you have a little fun with it. When he lifted the hand not still holding the can of topping, Kakashi’s eyes darted to follow the movement. The younger man made a strangled noise when Minato drew a single finger through the mess decorating his pectorals, swirling around a sticky nipple, before raising up to pop the appendage in to his mouth. As he sucked it clean his ex-student finally made eye contact with him again so he rewarded him with a slow deliberate wink. He could swear that Kakashi actually stopped breathing for a few heartbeats. 

“Sensei…” The single word seemed to be all that Kakashi was able to muster, and even that came out breathy and uneven. He looked unsure of what he wanted to say, as if his brain wasn’t functioning at full capacity right then, especially evident when he barely twitched to be beckoned forward with that freshly cleaned finger.

“Kakashi,” Minato purred. “Come here.” He’d never seduced anyone of the male persuasion before. His first attempt didn’t appear to be going too badly if the way Kakashi was drifting towards him in a trance-like state was any indication. When the younger man was close enough Minato reached out and snagged him by the mask pooled around his neck, using the material to draw him in until they were less than a foot apart. “I could use your help cleaning this up.” 

Alright, so maybe all of his seduction knowledge had been gleaned from his mentor’s pornographic novels. Maybe that was the cheesiest line that he had spoken in his whole life. Anyone else might have laughed at him. Kakashi, however, happened to enjoy the same raunchy literature and his reaction did not disappoint. Minato had the pleasure of watching a slow flush paint itself across that pale countenance while the deliciously exposed throat bobbed in another thick swallow. His ears twitched when they picked up the sound of harsh breathing. 

As if in a dream Kakashi swayed forward, his torso arching to keep his own chest out of the sugary mess decorating the Hokage’s form. Minato almost squealed aloud when something wet dragged up his left cheek. He turned his head to see Kakashi’s tongue withdraw back in to his mouth and watched as he seemed to contemplate the sweet cream.

“Was that the kind of help you were looking for?” 

That was all it took for Minato to all but physically melt in to a puddle right there. He’d only heard that kind of rumbling growl out of Kakashi in his most secret fantasies. Unable to properly formulate enough words to make a coherent response, he yanked on the mask still in his grip and pushed his head forward to meet the other man in the middle.

Kakashi moaned in to their first kiss, the sound reverberating through his lips and all the way down to his toes. They tilted their heads in unison, seeking a better angle as they both poured all the passion they’d been hiding from each other in to this one moment. It was hands-down the hottest kiss Minato had ever been a part of. His friend seemed determined to short-circuit his senses with nothing more than lips and tongue and it was definitely working. He was panting already when Kakashi moved his kisses away, down the side of Minato’s neck to nibble across his clavicle.

He gasped when Kakashi licked him again, cleaning whipped cream off of one peaked nipple and lapping at the surrounding area. He arched like a cat, pressing in to the sensation and letting go of Kakashi’s mask at last, his hands instead falling to grip the counter behind him as he abandoned the exploded canister to roll across the floor. His knees felt as though they were seconds away from collapsing with unexpected pleasure but he desperately wanted to stay upright. There was absolutely no way he was ending this when he’d been waiting for it for too long already. 

Like the complete tease he was, Kakashi licked his way down Minato’s chest, making random patterns and leaving patches of cream behind without care. He traced the lines of hard-earned abdominals and dipped a tongue in to a slightly ticklish belly button before following the rather prominent oblique line. Minato’s jaw hung open as he watched helplessly, unable to do more than pant and shiver and let the other man do as he wished. Kakashi’s half-gloved hands traced around his waist to give his rear a firm squeeze before trailing down the length of his legs only to come back up the sides. Clever fingers toyed with the drawstring on his trousers while that sinful tongue traced the last visible edge of skin. 

“Ah…” Minato mouthed wordlessly, small breathless sounds escaping him when Kakashi looked up to catch his eye. The moment their gazes locked Kakashi pulled on the string and Minato swallowed thickly as the only item of clothing he was currently wearing loosened and slipped off his hips, bunching on the floor around his ankles.

His cock jutted up, nearly brushing the other’s chin now that it was allowed to hang free. Kakashi smirked at him and held his eyes as he leaned down to slowly lick the tip, tiny kitten licks with just a brush of his tongue. Despite the barely-there touch it was still the best thing Minato had felt in years and it sent trembles of anticipation racing through his veins. Kakashi licked his own lips with a hum as though he’d found a flavor he thoroughly enjoyed. Then without any warning he leaned forward and took the cock before him in to his mouth, sliding down as far as he could go. 

Minato very nearly collapsed as an echoing moan was dragged out of him. Almost immediately he had to have a quick but very stern talk with his body just to avoid coming straight away from the incredible sensations threatening to overload his brain. Kakashi sank down until he could fit no more in his mouth and then stayed there, breathing through his nose and waiting until Minato met his eyes again. Then he slowly pulled away to swirl his tongue around the head and sank back down.

The rhythm he picked up was slow but steady, paced just right to bring Minato to the brink of insanity within less than a minute. Never before had he experienced such glorious torture - or at least if he had then he couldn’t think of it at the moment. He couldn’t think about very much at all just then. Every last ounce of brain power he had was steadily being sucked out of him through his cock by a very eager Kakashi. If he wasn’t sure he would die if the man stopped just now he would have tackled his friend to the floor and done what he could to show that he had a few talents hidden under his own tongue as well. But that would have to wait until he was able to unroll his eyes from the back of his head or even think a coherent thought around the mind-numbing sensations in his lower half. 

Without thinking Minato reached out to thread his fingers through the silver hair bobbing in front of him. And when Kakashi swirled his tongue just right he jerked his fistful of hair more by instinct than through any efforts to be intentionally sexy. The moan that drifted up would have been utterly filthy even if it hadn’t been delivered around a mouthful of cock, complete with vibrations that had Minato trembling against the countertop. 

“Don’t judge me,” he managed to choke out, “but I’m- fuck- don’t stop- I’m so close Kakashi!” 

His only response was another moan and fingers coming up to cup his balls ever so gently, an area he generally ignored on the rare occasion he indulged himself while alone. It had been long enough that he’d entirely forgotten how sensitive he was there. A simple roll of Kakashi’s fingers was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge. 

Embarrassment that he hadn’t been able to hold off for all that long would have to wait until later. Minato closed his eyes and curled around the body kneeling in front of him as he came with a garbled call which might have started out as Kakashi’s name. It was hard to tell. The fingers not cupping him curled around the length Kakashi hadn't been able to fit in his mouth and stroked him so gently he could only clench his own fingers around their fistfuls of hair to stop himself from curling down farther and whimper a cry for mercy. 

“You have no idea,” Kakashi murmured in a hoarse voice after he slowly pulled away, “how many times I have gotten off to the idea of doing that.” 

“Nngg!”

“Why, whatever is the matter? You looked a bit flushed.” 

Minato gurgled a few disconnected syllables in a very serious attempt to find words. When it became clear that talking was still a bit beyond him at the moment he opted instead for sliding down the countertop - ignoring the way several drawer handles dug in to his flesh uncomfortably on the way down - and pulled Kakashi in to a kiss that nearly sent smoke signals pouring out of his ears. Strong thighs found their way overtop of his own and he suddenly found himself with a lapful of his most scintillating dreams. 

While he certainly had entertained a number of fantasies that involved both of them in a kitchen, eventually sitting on the cold linoleum was enough to bring him back to reality and remind him that there were much more comfortable places they could be in. Namely the bedroom. Or the couch, that was a lot closer. He had an inkling that Kakashi would be amenable to either. It still took him a couple minutes longer to remember how proper speech worked but that had quite a bit to do with the phenomenal kisses stealing his words all over again. 

“You should stay for dinner,” he managed to blurt out eventually. When Kakashi pulled away a few inches to look at him consideringly Minato licked his lips with a nervous twitch. “Or if you’re busy tonight then I could take you to dinner this Friday? No ramen, I promise. You deserve better than just ramen!” 

“Maa, if you’re trying to sweet talk me it’s a bit of wasted time.”

“Oh.”

For a single heartbeat Minato wondered if he could convince the ground to open up and swallow him. 

“I’m already as sweet on you as I’m going to get.” Kakashi winked, his lips pulled up in a mischievous grin. Minato wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss it away or swat it. He settled for an exasperated huff. 

“That was terrible,” Minato scolded him. Kakashi laughed and ducked in for another kiss. 

“Excuse you, my jokes are masterpieces!”

“Of terribleness!” 

Both of them glared playfully, sizing each other up like they meant to go to war, until eventually Minato realized he was sitting on his own kitchen floor with his pants around his ankles and a fully clothed man across his hips. If the awkwardness of being the only one naked weren’t enough, his ass was definitely feeling the chill of the poorly insulated tiles now. He cleared his throat with a distinctly sheepish note and tilted his head towards the hall.

“I don’t suppose we could take our dinner negotiations to the bedroom, could we? Before I freeze both of my buns off?” 

He’d never seen Kakashi move so quickly outside of battle, leaping up and pulling him to his feet within seconds. 

“We can’t have that!” he declared. “I have a vested interest in those buns and freezing them off is not on my to-do list. At least not until we’ve had our first big fight and I toss you out in to the cold to think about what you’ve done.” 

“Ah, I see. And I suppose making it up to you will take some begging?”

“Quite a lot of it, yes.” Kakashi nodded solemnly. Then he turned his head away to hide the smile breaking out across his face, enjoying his own joke just a little too much. Or possibly he was imagining what filthy deeds the two of them might get up to once begging got involved. Minato had to admit that he was very tempted to ask. 

Instead he shuffled his weight from side to side, kicking his trousers off each ankle one by one. When he was free he set both hands on his hips to display his body in all its naked glory. He knew very well that he was an attractive man, although hopefully the little bits of creamy residue left on his skin didn’t take away from that too much.

“First one to the bedroom gets to be on top,” he declared. Then he bolted.

Behind him he could hear the echo of Kakashi’s indignant protests that this wasn’t a fair contest, going up against the fastest man in the village, and the laughter bubbling up in his chest very nearly put him off balance as he raced down the hall. He couldn’t find it in himself to be upset when he almost lost because of that. The two of them collapsed across the bed in a messy heap of tangled limbs and Minato could only think that this was it, this was the missing puzzle piece he’d been yearning after for years. 

And he owed it all to a faulty can of whipped cream. When Kakashi came over that afternoon neither of them could have predicted that this was where they would end up - but as he listened to the sinful noises playing out beneath him Minato thought happily that neither of them seemed all that disappointed. He was sure most customers would have immediately taken the canister back to the shop and demanded a refund. As for him, well, he was already drafting a letter of thanks in his mind for the company that made them. He owed them every smile and every laugh that he would ever taste for himself from this day forward, every anniversary they would ever celebrate, every touch of calloused fingers over old and faded scars. All this because of a little whipped cream.

Excited as he was for their current activities, Minato couldn’t wait until later. Of all the people he knew only Kakashi, with his equally terrible sense of humor, would appreciate the pun of how very sweet the results of this accident had been. 

#rae writes #minakaka #minato #kakashi #fanfiction #the little wip that could #for reals this has been a wip for so long #just take it

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I Love Making Connections

David/Patrick, 1600 words, M, A03

S05e07 - A Whisper of Desire Episode Coda (with more than a whisper...)

Patrick lets himself into the apartment, trying to stay quiet in case David is already asleep.  He blinks until his eyes adjust to the dim light, and sees David crouched down on the floor next to their bed.

“David?”

David scrambles up quickly, a hand landing on his hip.  “Hi.”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, um.  Just some push-ups.  I’m starting a new exercise routine.”

Patrick moves closer.  David’s in his striped sleep shirt and soft joggers.  And he’s never seen David do push-ups.  Ever.

“Everything okay?”

David’s eyes flicker towards Patrick and away.  “Yes.”  He knows Patrick isn’t fooled.

“Why don’t you come here and tell me about it?”  Patrick says, setting a hand on the small of David’s back and leading him towards the couch.   He can feel the tension in David’s body. “I brought treats.”  Patrick turns on a light and sets a bakery box on the coffee table.

David folds himself onto the couch next to Patrick, close against his side.  Patrick wants to grab him and hold him tight, wash away whatever stress he’s feeling, but he made the tactical error of mentioning treats and so that will have to wait.

“What’s in there?”  David reaches across Patrick to open the box, and coos in excitement.  “Cannoli?  Where did you get these?”

“It’s Ivan’s latest new offering.  Twyla had them at the café.  Consider them an apology for me getting back so late tonight.  I wanted to read through the whole script for <i>Cabaret,</i> and then I started googling stuff about Berlin in the 1930’s, and I lost track of time.”

David sits back and looks at Patrick, his face open.  “You don’t have to apologize.”

Patrick shrugs.  “I know, but… it’s nicer to go to sleep together, right?”

David tucks his head, failing to hide a blush.  “Sure.”

“You want to tell me what you were doing on the floor?”

David huffs and pouts and looks so much like Alexis that Patrick almost wants to laugh.  “Nothing.”

“Not push-ups?”

David’s eyes widen as he realizes that he already forgot his original explanation.  “Fine.  Whatever.  You caught me checking under the bed.  Can we move on or do you want to humiliate me further?”

“David…” Patrick grabs his hands, halting David’s waving, and holds them together.  “There’s no need to feel badly about it.”

“Right.”

“I check under the bed sometimes too.”

David looks at him from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out whether Patrick’s just being a troll.  It’s fair, he does it often enough.

“Years ago I watched an episode of some tv show where there was this awful guy hiding under the bed – I won’t give you the details, you don’t need that image in your mind.” Patrick shakes his own head, he doesn’t want it there either, that CSI episode terrified him for years.  “So, yeah, every once in a while that pops into my brain and I can’t get it out until I take a quick look to make sure no one’s there.”

David studies Patrick, and leans into him, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.  “You’re very nice to me, Patrick.”

Patrick doesn’t think that not giving his boyfriend shit for being nervous about something that pretty much anyone he’s ever met is scared of makes him unusually nice, but he knows David’s experience of people sets this bar unfortunately low.

“Well, I did bring you cannolis.  I can’t believe you haven’t tried them yet.”

David perks back up, leaning across Patrick to reach the table.  Gingerly, he picks up the box and peers in.  “As much as I am obviously excited about dessert, I’m not sure I trust Ivan with this.”

Patrick swipes his finger into the ricotta filling and holds it out to David.  “Try it.”

Eyebrows raised – whether at Patrick’s attempt at a sexy voice or his unsanitary approach, Patrick isn’t sure – David takes Patrick’s hand and guides his finger to his mouth.

“That’s pretty good,” David says, voice going low.

Patrick holds David’s eyes and digs into the cannoli again, an even bigger dollop on his finger.  “Here, have some more.”

David inhales sharply, and pulls Patrick’s outstretched finger into his mouth.  This time he sucks a little, swirling his tongue around Patrick’s fingertip and then letting it go with a pop that goes straight to Patrick’s groin.

“David.”  Patrick just has to kiss him now, leaning forward and capturing David’s sugary lips, and David hums back at him, ditching the pastry box on the coffee table.  Patrick closes his eyes and breathes in the faint smell of David’s cologne, his hand settling along David’s jaw.  He licks David’s mouth clean, nips a little to make sure he’s got it all, and David slides his fingers up into Patrick’s hair.

David takes charge then, one hot brush after another, then a firmer press, his hand on Patrick’s neck controlling the angle.  Electricity sparks down Patrick’s spine.  Needing to be closer, Patrick shifts and swings a leg up and over David’s lap, straddling him as David’s tongue sweeps inside his mouth.

David is so good at this.  He kisses Patrick like no one ever has before, and it’s not just the stubble that’s the difference.  He puts all of his passion into it, his anxieties dropping away to reveal the strength and fire at his center.  He’s vulnerable when they’re together like this, and Patrick loves it, loves him, can’t get enough.

He grinds against David, who grabs his ass and digs his fingers in, pulling him close and egging him on.  But the angle isn’t quite right, and while he can feel how hard David is getting in his joggers, Patrick’s still got his jeans on and they are decidedly in the way.

“Bed?” he asks, panting into David’s ear, and David slaps his ass and stands them both up off the couch. They’re stripping their clothes off as they stumble over, arousal making them clumsy but no less eager.

David shoves the duvet out of the way and Patrick tugs him down, their legs wrapping around each other and hips struggling to find friction.  “What do you want?” David asks, his hand finding Patrick’s ass again, this time free to squeeze and tease without the barrier of Patrick’s jeans.

“I don’t know, god, fuck,” Patrick says, sucking kisses along David’s scratchy neck, and hissing out a breath as David gets a hand between them.  “How’d you get me so hot so fast?”

It’s a rhetorical question, and David knows it.  “This good?”  David asks, as he starts to stroke Patrick’s cock, his thumb caressing the tip with each pass.  

“God, yes, so good.”  Patrick moans and starts thrusting against David, fucking his hand.  He’s achingly hard, and David’s touch is perfect, one hand on his cock and the other on his ass, a finger sliding into his crack, pressing just there –

It’s going to be over for Patrick too soon, but he wants to feel David, wants him there with him too.  “Come here, let me-” Patrick snakes his hand down to find David.  He’s so hard now, so hot, and Patrick cups his hand around him.  David moans and shifts so that they can both jerk and thrust.  It’s a little dry but it’s so good, Patrick wants it to go on forever, just spend the rest of his life here in this bed with David panting into his skin.  He’s so caught up in it that he’s surprised when David comes, shuddering and shaking with the force of his release.

He strokes David’s shoulder, his side, anything he can reach.  “Mmm, god, David, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs.  David raises himself up on an elbow, his eyes blown and hair a mess, and then slides down Patrick’s body and takes his cock in his mouth.

The delicious shock of it pushes all the breath out of his lungs, and if David didn’t have an arm slung over his hips Patrick would have jumped right off the bed.  He was so close already, the feel of David’s hot, wet mouth surrounding him is almost too much to take.  Patrick arches up, his head tipping back, and David sucks him deeper.  He comes in a rush of sensation, stars exploding behind his eyes.  David’s arms enfold him.  “I’ve got you,��� David whispers, and Patrick knows with all his heart that it’s true.

*****

A few days later Patrick is laying on his stomach on the rug next to their bed when David comes home.  Ever curious, David joins him on the floor, sneaking a kiss onto his cheek.

“Hard day?” David asks, pulling Patrick into his arms.

“No, actually.  I got a lot done.”  Patrick rolls over and points under the bed.  “What do you think?”

David takes in the large storage boxes Patrick has arranged under the bed.  They’ve got clear sides so you can easily see what’s inside them.

“They’re not visible until you get down here,” David says, and Patrick nods.  David wouldn’t want plastic boxes sticking out from under the bed, so these don’t fill up the whole space.  But they would make it pretty hard for a scary creature to lie in wait.

“What’s in them?”

“I put some of my books from those boxes that were in the back of my car, and a few winter coats I don’t wear.”

David tucks his chin on Patrick’s shoulder.  “The ones that were taking up all that space in the closet?”

“Mmhm.”

“So, let me get this straight.”  David runs the palm of his hand over Patrick’s chest, a smile spreading across his face.  “You gave me more closet space, and saved me from potential murderers?”

Patrick leans up and pecks David’s lips.  “And I bought us more cannolis.”

#Schitt's Creek fic #Schitt's Creek #David Rose #Patrick Brewer #S05e07

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Drake's Diary ch.19 - Finger Licking Good

Royal Romance canon from Drake's POV

Drake x MC (Emma)

Words: 2603

So believe it or not...this chapter is one diamond scene only. I know, I couldn't believe it myself when I wrote it, but it's true! It's the night of Madeleine's bachelorette party. Will Drake be able to spend any time with Emma?

It’s the night of Madeleine’s bachelorette party, and Drake is just sitting in his train car while Maxwell blabbers on and on about a dog Emma just adopted. Apparently, she named it Chance.

Of course, that’s something she would name a dog…and of course she would adopt a dog in the first place. I love dogs, though, and I’m definitely excited to meet it. She’s the best. I mean, dogs are the best.

 He was jarred from his thoughts by his phone ringing. Picking it up his heart skipped a beat seeing Emma’s name flash on the screen. He grinned “Hey, Rose. How’s the night?”

“Ugh, Drake, apparently Madeleine is allergic to chocolate, and Hana set up a chocolate fondue party for her. It’s so amazing and Madeleine threw a big fit and now Hana’s in tears. Are you and Maxwell up to anything? It would mean to much if we could still enjoy it, she worked so hard, and that stupid bitch…”

“Woah, woah, calm down. Of course, we’ll come!” Drake interrupted. She is absolutely adorable when she’s fired up…as long as it’s with someone else. When it’s with me it’s terrifying.

“You are the absolute best, Drake, I don’t know what I’d do without you!” Her voice now sounded flooded with relief, and Drake smiled knowing he caused it.

Not to mention she called me first and not Maxwell.

After she gave him the address, Drake tried his best to quell the excitement that brewing below his surface. He hadn’t expected to see Emma at all today, and now he was going to go eat delicious chocolate with her. He turned to Maxwell

“How do you feel about fondue?”

“As if that’s even a question! Where’s the party?” Maxwell jumped to his feet and Drake shook his head in amusement.

This kid is always ready to party.

The two men arrive at the chocolate shop. “Chocolate PAAAARTYYYYY!!! This might be my favorite kind of party.” Maxwell announced, throwing open the doors.

Drake rolled his eyes. “Every party is your favorite kind of party, Maxwell.”

Maxwell shrugged. “You’re not wrong.”

Hana gave them a small smile. “Thank you for coming, guys. I hope you weren’t already busy…”

“Nothing is more important to me than chocolate entering my bloodstream. Except maybe helping my friends.” Maxwell cut in.

“And you know Drake didn’t have anything better to do. What do you do all day when you’re not complaining about the nobility while benefitting from Liam’s hospitality?”

Drake frowned as he turned towards the redhead speaking. He definitely had not been expecting to see Olivia.  “Hey! I do…stuff. Why are you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be off licking Madeleine’s boot?”

“Hey…Can we try to keep it civil? For Hana’s sake.” Emma scolded them.

Drake glanced over at her and grimaced. “Fine.” Only because it’s you asking.

Olivia glared at Drake. “Whatever.”

“I think I’ll take you up on those corgi cuddles now, Emma.” Hana spoke in a small voice.

The dog is here?? While we’re eating…chocolate…?”

Emma smiled warmly. “I think Chance would be happy to oblige.” Chance wiggles his way into Hana’s arms and gives her face a few licks. She giggles.

“I think he likes you!” Emma laughed.

He is pretty damn cute. I can see why she got him. Just look at that adorable face. I want corgi cuddles.

Hana sighed. “I can’t believe I messed up so badly. I’m such a failure…”

“Hana, don’t beat yourself up.” Emma placed a hand on her arm.

“Yeah, everyone makes mistakes sometimes.” Maxwell added

“Have I ever told you about the time I dumped a plate of ribs on a customer’s lap?” Emma asked

“You did?” Hana gasped.

“Yep! A man at the next table had ordered our biggest, sauciest plate of ribs…the triple-baked honey BBQ Dino bone special.”

Drake was practically drooling over that. “Sounds like my kind of restaurant.”

Emma continued. “The plate was so massive that we usually had two people carry it out, but everyone else was busy. So, I hefted it onto my shoulder and started walking to the table…Which is about when I realized that my shoe had come untied. It was too late to fix it, so I kept walking and prayed that I would make it. I was almost there…five feet away…When I tripped. Face-planted into the carpet and sent the platter lying…right into another customer’s lap, ruining his suit.”

Maxwell burst out laughing. “No way!”

“True story! Suffice to say, I did not get tips from either table that night.”

Drake watched the way her eyes lit up while telling the story. I wonder if she misses New York. It’s hard to believe she was waiting tables when we met. And now she’s here among Cordonian royalty, but still with the same no-bullshit attitude.

“Hey, wasn’t I promised fondue? Where’s the fondue?” Maxwell started looking around the store.

A sly smirk crossed Emma’s face. “Maxwell, don’t you know impatience is a major fon-don’t?”

Drake groaned at the ridiculous pun. This Justin guy was wearing off on her. Her new press secretary’s most famous line is “I’m Just-in-time!” Drake wanted to punch him the first time he heard it. Actually, I still wouldn’t mind punching him in the face.

“It’s over here.” Hana leads everyone to a table with a tower of melted chocolate in the center of the shop. “I’ll go get the dipping options. Just a second...” She disappears behind the counter for a moment, then pops up with a plate of decadent desserts, which she offers the group. Grapes, strawberries, pineapple, pretzels, and pound cake were arranged on the platter.

Emma gasped. “Hana, this looks amazing!”

“Take one!” She said excitedly.

Emma plucks a strawberry off the tray and plunges it into the chocolate, covering it with an even layer before taking a bite.

“Mmmmmm”

Oh dear god…those sweet, plump lips, wrapped around a juicy red strawberry, dripping with chocolate… Drake was scraping his teeth against his bottom lip, full of desire for her. I could streak some chocolate over me and she could lick that and….

“My turn!” Maxwell leapt up.

Snapped out of his fantasy, Drake was painfully aware that he was becoming hard. He cleared his throat. Gotta talk about something else, now.  “Well, if you think Emma’s story is bad, wait until you hear my greatest mistake.”

Maxwell rubbed his hands together. “This is gonna be good!”

It sure is.  “When were kids, Liam and I would play hide-and-seek in the palace. One time, I was hiding and Liam was seeking, and I had the best hiding spot ever. It was the bottom of an old laundry chute that must have been forgotten about for decades. So, I waited…and I waited…and I kept waiting. For hours.”

Emma chuckled. “You would be competitive at hide-and-seek.”

Drake winked. “I ended up falling asleep in the laundry chute, and I only woke up when the Palace Guard found me the next day.”

“No!” Hana cried

“Yep. Turns out, when Liam couldn’t find me, he thought something terrible might have happened. The Guard turned the palace upside-down trying to find me and kept anyone from coming or going.”

Maxwell’s jaw was practically on the floor. “You caused the Great Lockdown? Legendary!”

Drake laughed at the memory. “We got in so much trouble, they made hide and seek forbidden anywhere on palace grounds.”

“All those poor children who will never get to play because of you…” Hana said, smiling

Oh my god, she does have a sense of humor.

“What about you, Maxwell? What’s your big mistake story?” Emma asked.

Maxwell shrugged. “You know me. My life is a series of mistakes, really.”

“What about all those dance-offs you’ve won?” Hana asked curiously.

“Ask Bertrand whether those were successes or mistakes!”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Come on, Maxwell. I bet you have a particularly embarrassing moment you could share.”

“Alright, alright. Let me think. Ooh! I’ve got one! I used to have a crush on a noble girl, who shall remain nameless for her own good. I didn’t know how to tell her, but I just had to express all the emotions bubbling up inside me. So, I wrote the most heartfelt and romantic note my 12 year old self could muster…”

“Oh, no…”

“You know, about her songbird voice and effulgent smile.”

“Effulgent?” Hana rose an eyebrow

Maxwell narrowed his eyes. “No one understand my poetic heart…Anyway, I gave her the note on Valentine’s Day, and she read it to everyone. I was mortified.”

Olivia was looking around the group in amusement. “Is this what you do? Just sit around telling each other how pathetic you are?”

“We’re cheering each other up. It’s called having friends…You should try it.” Emma snapped.

“You don’t have friends at court, you have allies.” Olivia retorted.

“You don’t seem to have too many of those, either.”  Drake countered.

“Hey, maybe let’s all have some more fondue and not fight?” Maxwell was watching them, and seeing Hana frowning again.

“Yes, let’s.” Emma said sharply, shooting Olivia a Look.

“Thanks, you guys. I do feel a bit better now.” Hana told them.

“See? There’s nothing some sweet treats with your friends can’t fix.” Emma grinned.

“Are you sure about that?” Maxwell asked.

Drake looked at him suspiciously. “What?”

“What about a FOOOONDUE FIIIIGHT!!” Maxwell grabs a handful of chocolate-covered pound cake and lobs it right at Drake!

“Hey!!” Drake yelled, attempting to get out of the way. He wasn’t fast enough though, and he was hit square in the chest.

“Maxwell…I’m going to get you next!” Emma exclaimed.  She reaches for the plate of treats, grasping for a sugary weapon to wield against Maxwell. Her fingers wrap around a plump strawberry, which she launches through the air at Maxwell. It hits his shoulder with a splat.

Oh no. Not the strawberry. And I am actually covered in chocolate now…

“Ow! Like a tasty little choco-grenade…”

Hana grimaced. “Maybe not the strawberries.”

“Yes, definitely not.” Drake agreed, not liking…except really liking…the direction his thoughts were  turning again

“Take that!” Emma threw some pound cake at Maxwell.

“So, you’re on his side? I see how it is.”

Emma scoffed. “I’m on my own side!” She lobs the next fondue at Drake, who dodges her attack only to be hit by Olivia.

“Really?” He glared

Olivia smirked. “What? I’ve studied the Art of War. I never turn down an opportunity to practice my craft.”

Maxwell slowly turned to Drake. “Drake, does that mean…?”

“Team-up!” Drake called

“Battle of the sexes?” Hana asked excitedly

“Let’s do it!” Emma returned

“If you insist.” Olivia agreed, with a glint in her eye.

Just then Maxwell volleys a ball of gooey cake at Emma. She successfully leaps out of the way of the incoming projectile and lobs a rebuttal back at Maxwell.

Maxwell slaps a hand over his heart. “Direct hit! I’m not sure I’m gonna make it.”

God he is so dramatic.

Hana grins, “I think we’re winning! This is our chance! Hit them with everything we’ve got!” Hana, Olivia, and Emma grab at what remains of the platter as Drake and Maxwell dive behind a counter for cover.

“They’ve got us on the defensive!” Maxwell whispered loudly

Drake nodded. “We have to strike now!” Drake and Maxwell emerge, fists full of fondue-flavored fury. The girls pelt them, forcing them back into cover.

Maxwell moaned. “Alas, we failed…”

“Wooo! We did it!” Hana yelled

“Go team!” Emma shouted.

“Yes. Beating Drake and Maxwell was just such a challenge.” Olivia quipped.

Hana looked at each of them gratefully. “Hey, thank you all for coming tonight. I…really appreciate it.”

Maxwell laughed. “It was a really hard sell. Free chocolate with your friends? Sounds awful.”

“Still. It means a lot to me to know that I can count on you.”

Emma slung her arm around her friend.  “Of course, you can count on us.”

“Anytime.” Drake said softly, looking at a chocolate covered Emma, and catching her eye.

“It is getting late, though. We should probably head back to the train.” Hana told them.

Emma nodded, still looking at Drake. “Yeah, I’m getting tired.”

Maybe…maybe she’s thinking the same thing I am. Her, me, alone, covered in sugary sweetness…

“Everyone on the trainy train…next stop? The train!” Maxwell exclaimed.

Drake shook his head and broke eye contact to face Maxwell. “Please never be a conductor.”

After a long walk back, they’re a few blocks away from the train when a taxi stops just ahead. A familiar voice rings out, and Olivia squints to get a better look.

“Is that…”

“Choo chooooooo! Party train!” Madeleine is hanging out of a car, waving at them excitedly

“Madeleine, be quiet! Do you want someone to see you like this?” Kiara scolded. Pulling to a stop, Madeleine, Kiara, and Penelope tumble out of the taxi. Madeleines shoes are missing.

“Too late!” Olivia grinned and snapped a picture with her phone.

“Oh, no…” Penelope said sadly as the camera flashed.

“I’d…better go. Before Madeleine sees me.” Hana cast her eyes downward and started walking away.

Drake took one last look at Emma and said farewell to his fantasy of licking chocolate off each other. He sighed, then started after Hana. “I’ll walk you back.” They continued toward the train, while Emma and Olivia approach the drunken remains of the bachelorette party.

Hana barely spoke two words to him the entire way back, and before they parted ways, Drake just had to say something

“Hana, the fondue party truly was brilliant. Madeleine just…hates everything, and she only hates you because you’re nice. Don’t let it get to you.”

“That’s sweet, Drake, and I know you’re right. I just wish this whole thing were easier. I only came back for Emma. If she wasn’t here I never would have returned after the Coronation.”

Drake nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I get that.”

Hana started to leave but paused and turned back to him. “If Emma wasn’t here…would you be on this engagement tour?”

Drake stared at her in surprise. “Wh-what?”

“I’m only asking because it seems like you spend more time with us than you do Liam. Everyone thinks you’re here to support him, but that’s not the real reason, is it? You’re only here to support her. Just like I am.”

“I uh…erm…well…” But as Drake looked at the expression on Hana’s face, he realized that he didn’t need to pretend with her. She already knew how he felt, and he could tell just by the way she was looking at him now.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “If Rose weren’t here…no, there would be no need for me to be on this train. I love Liam like a brother, but I hate all these events. These big displays of nobility, the sucking up to rich assholes who don’t give a damn about anyone or anything other than their bank account. And that’s basically what this entire tour is. Hell, it’s what the entire social season is for.”

“You’d be good for her Drake.” Hana said softly. “She does well no matter what situation she’s thrown in, but…I’ve noticed she’s only completely herself when she’s with you.” She gave him a small smile and continued on to her car, leaving Drake speechless behind her.

I guess this is getting difficult to hide. I wish I could say I’d be more careful. But that would be a lie even to myself. I hadn’t thought twice about joining this tour. But damn it, she’s right. I wouldn’t be here if Rose wasn’t.

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