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rmd-writes · 1 year
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I challenged myself to write a holiday fic for each of my fandoms this year, with lots of fun tropes and Hallmark vibes for each of them. It was a stretch to get all three out in the time I gave myself, but eight weeks and almost 33,000 words later, I did it!
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and then one day, everything changed
david x patrick | T | canon divergent au | 9,186 words | written for the Frozen Over Fest
All David wants to do is sign Marcy Brewer on to sell her amazing fudge at Rose Apothecary. Unfortunately for him, her very snippy, business consultant son gets involved. In an effort to win both Marcy and Patrick over, David invites Patrick to spend some time in the store and on a vendor trip. There’s snow forecast for the day of the vendor trip, but it’s Schitt’s Creek and it never snows. Right?
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Make the Yuletide Gay
tarlos | M | college AU; fake dating | 19,694 words
“I'll be your boyfriend for Christmas."
Carlos stares at him like his brain is struggling to comprehend what TK is offering. It's a shared feeling, given that sometimes TK's brain engages before his filter does, and this is definitely one of those times. There’s no room for regrets, though, and he’s not really sure he regrets making the suggestion.
“TK,” Carlos starts softly. "What you're suggesting is— Well, it's a little crazy but also very generous. I can’t ask you to do that for me. It’s really too much to ask of anyone."
TK gets up off his bed and crouches in front of Carlos, his hands on Carlos’s knees. “Firstly, you're not asking, I’m offering. Secondly, consider it a social experiment, like the ones you learn about in class. Except this one directly involves you and me...as your fake boyfriend. You know, for science."
Fake boyfriends. For science.
We all know how this story goes.
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you’re all that i need
firstprince | M | coffee shop AU | 3,992 words
“Alex.” Henry leans against the wall behind the counter with his arms folded, wearing a pale blue cable knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up and navy chinos. Alex wishes he wouldn’t because it only emphasises his forearms.
He crosses his own arms in response. “Henry.”
“Are you actually looking for a book?” Henry asks with a sigh. “Or are you just wasting my staff’s time?”
“That staff member is my sister.”
“I’m well aware,” Henry says drily. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re probably wasting her time. Which book are you looking for?”
“Oh.” Alex grimaces slightly. “I’m not actually–” He exhales. “Hunter is in the coffee shop, so I got the fuck out.”
Special thanks to @pragmatic-optimist for betaing Make the Yuletide Gay, @celeritas2997 for betaing you’re all that I need, @welcometololaland for the unhinged comments in my docs (and so much more), and to @howtosingit for coming up with the titles for all of these fics, including the sc fic when he doesn’t even go there 💖
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vanillahigh00 · 1 year
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Sentences on Sunday
No tag here, but like Stevie... I do what I want.
So if you're following this fic, it's 24 chapters long. I'm happy to report that I've created sentences in 23 of 24 chapters, so definite progress is being made. I'm not committing to when I'll start posting, but just know that the end is in sight. Thank you, if you've stuck with me. 💜
Patrick rested his head against the bathroom, letting his body slide down the door till his ass met the cool tile floor. He could only hide for a few more minutes before he’d have to muster up enough courage to face Rachel, especially if he wanted to talk to David. 
The knotted rope low in his abdomen tightened as he stared at David’s words. Just regretting multiple life choices.
Patrick quickly eliminated Rose Apothecary as a suspect. Between David’s product knowledge and ability to upsell each customer, he had easily shattered all of Patrick’s sales projections. David could run the store with a single employee over an equally paid partner. Patrick’s shoulders tensed at the realization.
Not going to tag anyone as it's late, but please post if you'd like and no one has tagged you.
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smallumbrella369 · 1 year
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Tire/chill
@schittscreekdrabbleblog
“Thank you for coming.”
“I’m glad you called me, David.”
“Even though…”
“I’m not gonna let you be stranded. Ever.”
“I’ve just never changed a tire.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“I appreciate it. You. I appreciate you.”
“It’s getting chilly, why don’t you sit in my car while I take care of this.”
“Why did you come?”
“You know why.”
“I’ve been giving you the silent treatment since the bbq though. No one’s ever…”
“I want you to take the time you need. And I want to show you that I’m not going anywhere. I’m still here for you. Always.”
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schittscreekprompts · 2 years
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(Inspired by the fact that David calls Patrick his Husband a lot before the wedding.)
A few weeks before the wedding, David and Patrick are both feeling bogged down by the details. The list is long and they are stressed.
On a day off from the store, Patrick suggests they go to town hall and sign the marriage license. They expect it to be sort of… perfunctory. Another item checked off the list. But it’s actually sweet and tender and it feels bigger than that. They’re legally married now.
😭
If you turn this prompt into a fic please tag this account or reblog with your work.
Thank you, @treluna4, for your prompt!
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nontoxic-writes · 2 years
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Put My Name at the Top of Your List, by nontoxic
"I'm sure Patrick has some stamps here at the store that you can use to send in your registration."
David's eyes are wide when they briefly meet his. "I can't ask P— I can't just use store supplies for personal use, Alexis!"
Patrick wonders if David realizes that he used the printer for his mood board for Jocelyn's shower, or that he takes pens home all the time. Hell, that he thinks he can just damage out a eucalyptus eye serum and ask Patrick to gently apply it to his face…
He shuts down the memory.
But what makes this different? That they're exes (god, it still stings) now and this is for a singles event?
"No worries," Patrick forces himself to say, keeping his voice carefully easy. "It's just a stamp, David."
But before he leaves for the night, Patrick counts the stamps on the sheet in his desk, because he's a masochist, apparently.
-- David and Patrick don't get back together after the barbecue and maybe both end up miserable at Singles Week.
(an exes-to-lovers singles week au)
18k | complete | read on ao3
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I was finally able to pull together a small little something for the @schittscreekdrabbleblog prompts, "bargain" and "blanket."
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He thought about trying to bargain for them. He thought about giving the blanket a firm tug back to his side of the bed, cocooning snuggly into their warmth. But the sleepy "Ya'kay?" from David made cuddling into his husband's back worth it instead, cool chest to warm back.
"I'm fine, David. Just cold. Go back to sleep." Then, he smiled against the back of David's neck at the soft, "Kay..." that tumbled out, the way he gently pressed his body back against his, seeking comfort. Patrick kissed him gently there. Cuddling with each other always made everything else okay.
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missingthemantaray · 15 days
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i love you, blurbs, i love you, one-shots, i love you, half-baked ideas, i love you, ramblings, i love you, headcanons, i love you, creations no matter how small, unfinished, unedited, unrefined, i love you, collaborative, brave, and beautiful writers, everything you offer is a gift no one should expect.
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goodiecornbread · 23 days
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Over 18 months ago, I wrote a fic for the Schitt's Creek fandom called In a Moment of Weakness, In a Moment of Strength. It is a mainly a text fic, where David and Patrick get to know each other over an app and text messages.
This fic was full of photos of both Dan Levy and Noah Reid, as David and Patrick.
I put a lot of time and thought into finding the perfect pics for this story, all of which I found on the internet for public consumption. I never once claimed that these photos were mine. They are clearly photos of Dan, Noah, and other Schitt's Creek cast members.
For some reason, all this time later, this fic has been reported of AO3 for copyright infringement. I was forced, at the risk of this fic being deleted and my account being disabled, to remove any and all photos of Dan and Noah. I am very disappointed that someone was petty enough to scroll back through my posting history and report this kind of shit. If that was you, please do me a favor and stop reading my fics. If it wasn't you, feel free to reach out to me and I'll gladly send you the photos I have had to delete. They're delightful.
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smblmn · 6 months
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You dropped this
My first 5+1 fic! Enjoy!
“You dropped this” reads the post-it note stuck to the snippy guy’s card. A card that the snippy guy himself just slid on the table where David was peacefully eating until his disruption. And now, the snippy guy is looking down at him from where he’s standing beside David’s booth, wearing a sort-of-smile that is, unfortunately, not not doing things for him. “I didn’t drop it,” David replies, chin lifted upwards in defiance. “I threw it away.” “Ah.” Snippy guy sits down across from him, even though David didn’t invite him to, and grins –the audacity of this guy is astounding– “Then that’s littering, and not very nice of you.”
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vanillahigh00 · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tag, my dear friend @hippolotamus!
A little more Searching for you!
David looked up, finding Patrick’s earnest eyes focused right in his direction. There was a softness in his warm, honey brown irises that David wanted to curl up into. A wide smile featuring these slight wrinkles at the corner of his mouth that David imagined kissing every morning. He looked relaxed and somehow attractive than David had ever seen. He looked happy, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Maybe he and Rachel made love this morning. David imagined he might look like that if he fucked the love of his life before starting the workday. Hell, he might consider becoming a morning person for the right person. A person standing maybe six feet in front of him. 
The site of the recycled cardboard drink tray brought him back to reality. “Oh, thank God. I was wondering how much longer you were going to be.” David retrieved the bag, securing it in his hands. “Did you literally take these out of the oven?”
“Twyla took them out just as I walked in.” 
David peeked inside the folded wax paper parcel. “Oh my God? Did you get all the muffins? I could kiss you right now.” David glanced up, finding a visible blush running down Patrick’s neck, likely matching the warmth on his own cheeks. Sometimes he just needed a filter. Patrick likely knew he was kidding, but still David knew he shouldn’t joke around about kissing your straight, engaged to be married business partner. “Not that I would kiss you.” David clarified, flailing around his hands around before scooping out a Chocolate Chip muffin.
The grin on Patrick’s face disappeared into something blank, unreadable even. Maybe confusion? It couldn’t be disappointment. Patrick said no ten years ago. Nothing changed. Rachel was still part of the equation and he sure as hell would not be the reason those two didn’t make it to the altar.
Tagging anyone that I am not sure if they have been tagged, but just in case anyone has anything to share from any fandom: @designatedgrape @themelancholyvegetable @simplymarleycat
@edie4711 @simplythebexx @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @chelle-68
@ohhhelloyou @seadeepy
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smallumbrella369 · 1 year
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Fic-iversary
I almost missed it! I posted my very first fic three years ago, today. I’m so glad I found this fandom. The show, reading and writing fic has brought me so many great friends and so much joy. Reading this now, makes me so tenderhearted. Flaws and all, man, I was free with this. 
Music Moves Him
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schittscreekprompts · 2 years
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It's 1835, and the illustrious Rose family has lost their fortune. The only thing they have been able to retain is a property in the Oregon Territory, and a small sum to get there. Their only option: traveling by covered wagon.
They have no idea what they're doing.
Patrick is recently un-engaged, a bachelor looking for adventure and a change. He receives a letter from a cousin who had moved to the West Coast the previous year, and decides to take his chances and follow suit.
He is smart and capable, but completely unprepared for the [formerly] wealthy family in his wagon train.
Wishing them clean water, sturdy wagons, and healthy oxen. 🤞
If you turn this prompt into a fic please tag this account or reblog with your work!
Thank you, @goodiecornbread, for your prompt!
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This week's @schittscreekdrabbleblog prompt is "suit." So, I came up with something silly, but I have another slightly more serious one that I might right yet this week as well. :)
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The shop quieted when Patrick arrived. He eyed Stevie and David. “What were you talking about?”
“How you look good in suits,” Stevie said.
“Really? Do tell.” Patrick hugged around David’s waist.
“Um, well, you look very sexy in your work suit, your baseball suit, and your—”
“My baseball suit?”
“The shirt with the number on it?”
“You mean my uniform?”
Dave smacked at Stevie. “You said it’s called a suit!”
Patrick planted a firm kiss on David’s lips. “Thanks. You look amazing in your baseball suit, too.”
“I hate it.”
“I know.”
David gave him a lopsided grin.
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scfrozenover · 4 months
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❄️ Merry Christmas, David Rose ❄️
By lonely_ampersand (@smblmn)
[David/Patrick, E, 14,031 words] He doesn’t have any intention of staying in Schitt’s Creek, he knows it’s a stepping stone on his path to, hopefully, something better for him. And he can’t imagine working here for too long: a shopping mall named Pa-Ray-dise, for a ridiculous man that insists on using his face as a marketing strategy –despite Alexis’ best efforts. He exhales and looks at the people closing their stores and getting ready to go home. In front of him, on the lower floor, he observes how Alexis’ brother closes the store he works in and starts rolling a scarf around his neck as he walks towards the exit. The thought that he’s beautiful surprises Patrick, who’s never thought about a man on those terms before. But he is. Jet black hair, perfectly coiffed, long lean legs, a strong upper body wrapped in an expensive looking coat… David. His name is David, his brain supplies. Patrick watches him leave, feeling unsettled by the sudden impulse to follow the man, and a strange sensation unexpectedly lodged on his gut.
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madsworld15 · 1 month
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Ten Opening Lines
tagged by: @winderlylandchime
Rules: list the first line of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any.
This can be multi-fandom, as you can tell with mine.
Heal Me, Hold Me, Make Me, Know Me - QAF
Brian woke up with a start.
The Ways You Made Me Feel Alive - QAF
Justin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
There's Beauty When It's Bleak - QAF
Justin had been in New York for four months when he got the call.
When It Gets Too Much, I'll Be Right Beside You - Good Omens
“This website was supposed to be completely functional YESTERDAY!” Gabriel’s face looked like he could spit fire if given the opportunity. 
you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath - Good Omens
Crowley climbed in his Bentley and didn’t look back.
Is It Cool That I Said All That? - Teen Wolf
The restaurant was filled to the brim with couples who were kissing and hand-holding.
I Think You Know I Love You A Lot - Teen Wolf
It was nearing 5 pm, and Derek was still at the office.
To Me, You Are Perfect - Teen Wolf
Stiles was tired. His whole body was being run through the mill with this pregnancy, and he couldn’t even talk about it.
I'm Tired and I Don't Wanna Fake It Anymore - Teen Wolf
Stiles was drunk. Sure, everyone else around him was also drunk, but Stiles was always the sober friend.
Every Thunder That Came Was One More I Might Not Get Through - Schitt's Creek
Patrick cowered in the back seat of the tan sedan.
Themes: I generally tend to start with a statement. It's always the middle of a moment or describes a feeling. I frequently use short, simple sentences to draw a reader in.
No pressure tagging: @lostcol @vulcanscully @thotpuppy @in-cracks-of-light and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate.
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