Fic Rec Friday's Week of Celebration and Self Recs, Day 1
Thank you for tagging me @a-noble-dragon @elleelleg amd @jamilas-pen !
I've decided to go big or go home and rec every single fic I've written this week! Some of them are a bit of a stretch to fit the theme, but I'll warn you in advance.
Light & Fluffy: here are two drabbles for your enjoyment: Snow & Brick.
Humor: a holiday themed double drabble, Yule Love It
Around the World: A fic where David & Patrick visit New York City, A Knight and His Noble Companion.
Tagging some writer mutuals who may have self recs @carolrain @mammameesh @tyfinn @fictasticvoyage @queenmabcreates @trickiwooao3 @characterassassination-at-9am
Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @orchidscript @freneticfloetry @anincompletelist (and thank you to everyone who has continued to tag me during my months-long absence from this place. I've been checking my notifs and DMs occasionally and it always makes me a little 🥰 to see that you've thought of me 💖 I can't promise that I'm back, but this game seemed like fun and I was curious how many letters I could tick off)
Rules: How many letters of the alphabet have you used for a fic title? One fic per line, 'A' and 'The' do not count for 'a' and 't'. Post your score out of 26 at the end, along with your total fic count.
Are You Screwing With Me? (firstprince, RWRB)
Baci (David/Patrick, Schitt's Creek)
Call Me (By My Name) (Tarlos, 911 LS)
Despite it all (Tarlos, 911 LS)
Everybody needs good neighbours (firstprince, RWRB)
Feeling kind of sketchy (David/Patrick, Schitt's Creek)
Get fucked (or die trying) (firstprince, RWRB)
Home for the Holidays (firstprince, RWRB)
It's just for snow (David/Patrick, Schitt's Creek)
J
the key that unlocked me (firstprince, RWRB)
Letters to my Lover (David/Patrick, Schitt's Creek)
Make the Yuletide Gay (Tarlos, 911 LS)
Never the same twice (firstprince, RWRB)
The only thing I need (David/Patrick, Schitt's Creek)
Precious Love (Tarlos, 911 LS)
Q
A Revelation (David/Patrick, Schitt's Creek)
Soon (Tarlos, 911 LS)
To the victor, the spoils (firstprince, RWRB)
(Un)professional Services (Tarlos, 911 LS)
V
Who am I if I can't carry it all (June & Alex, RWRB)
X
You're all that I need (firstprince, RWRB)
Z
21/26 - not bad! Several letters had many, many options to choose from (S and T both had 10 each!)
I don't know who's around and doing these things anymore so I'm just going to tag @welcometololaland @celeritas2997 and @clottedcreamfudge
This week, I am asking for The One. That one fic that started your SC fic reading journey. The one you stumbled upon while going down the Schitt’s Creek rabbit hole after binging the entire series and JUST COULD NOT GET ENOUGH (me). Or someone said, “You should read SC fan fiction,” and you were like “ummm, I don’t know…” but gave it a shot anyway and there was The One that kept you coming back for more. Made you go “Yes! This is what I have been missing in my life!”
Oh! I have an answer for this one!! So, any fellow SC fan in my orbit will not be the least bit surprised by my answer, I'm sure of that. I was a latecomer and binged the series in 2021. I couldn't possibly tell you what the first SC fic was that I read, but I will never forget the fic that made me create an ao3 account. It's always on my 'what should i read?' rec lists.
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by @this-will-be-our-year
This Mad Men inspired au (featuring business owner David and ad man Patrick) grabbed me from the very beginning and never let go. The level of detail is immaculate. Reading these two going through the growing pains of falling in love, in a time when it was forbidden, makes me melt every single time.
tagged by @chelle-68 @smallumbrella369 @queenmabcreates @a-noble-dragon (thank you, lovelies 💖 ) np tagging @carolrain @grapehyasynth @milklovexoxo @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @trickiwooao3 @saraminia @stargazer56 @jamilas-pen @midsummersmorn @your-catfish-friend and ofc anyone else who wants to 😘
"I hope you don't mind that I brought us here.” Kara mumbled with a breath of relief when Lena finally woke up, opening her gorgeous green-blue eyes. “We kept saying we would come and something always came up.“ Kara smiled, and then clarified, “We are in the cottage your mom left you." Kara kissed Lena’s hand, clutched in hers. "I needed to get you out of the city. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you. I think I would tear this world apart."
“What happened?” Lena groggily questioned.
“He put a bomb in your car,” Kara explained in a low voice. And before Lena could ask, she added, “I got Frank out, remember? He’s okay, nothing but a few scratches, nothing to worry about. You lost consciousness after the blast, we were too close to it. Alex ordered an entire retreat. Everyone is in a safe house. Except for J’onn and Brainy.”
Lena covered her face with her free hand, a thoughtful, yet miserable expression on her face, “How long was I out?”
“You woke up after the ordeal pretty soon. Alex looked you over and decided to sedate you so you would rest. That was a little over 16 hours ago.”
“So, you decided to fly me to Ireland?” Lena asked, and Kara could tell she was trying to lighten up the mood.
“No, I couldn’t fly with unconscious, precious cargo, over the Atlantic.” She replied, trying to smile. She kissed Lena’s knuckles and continued, “I was a little too on edge for that. I used the portal watch.”
“My knight in shining armor…” Lena teased in a mumble.
“This is my fault.” Kara confessed, in an equally low voice.
“I don’t think it is, Kara. It was me who antagonized John Kiley.” Lena didn’t even try to sit down, which made Kara worry a bit, because she knew how stubborn her girlfriend was. “Maybe you should have let the shooter hit the target.”
“Don’t joke about that…” Kara said between gritted teeth. “It’s not funny. I put you in this situation too, and I don’t know how to protect you. How to protect our family.”
Choking Hazard [david/patrick, M, 1,964] by Coffee_Flavored_Kisses
A continuation of my Tumblr post:
Can’t stop thinking about Patrick with his lips close to David’s ear that first time they have a chance to fool, around and he’s in the middle of saying something absolutely filthy when he gets his hand inside David’s pants and realizes how fucking huge he is, and it makes him lose track of what he’s saying.
darling, only you can ease my mind [david/patrick, G, 1,552] by Asanamu
Patrick helps David deal with his insecurities.
Or, I watched the music video for Ease My Mind by Ben Platt and all I could think about were David and Patrick
frission of energy [david/patrick, G, 421] by @enablelove
As the ring of the bell signals her entrance, Krista quickly realizes that the pair of owners are very much involved with each other, based on how close they are.
Just a Sex Thing [david/patrick, E, 1,422] by smilexdarling
Patrick becomes an amateur plumber for the day and David...has some feelings about it.
Never Again [david/patrick, T, 6,440] by @mostlyinthemorning
Wedding planning is stressful, but it's Patrick who's feeling the worst of it.
together... [david/patrick, NR, 1,416] by @startswithhope
Summary: Set at some point in S5 before the proposal. Patrick’s stressed and David’s late and always calm and cool Patrick Brewer is not here today. Just a teeny bit of angst...and then some fluff.
2020
A Little Broken, A Little New [david & johnny, G, 3,043] by @my-nameless-bliss
“What were you going to say to them?”
Johnny turns around. “What’s that?”
“The Brewers. When you came to their room. You didn’t know I was already there.” David takes a sudden interest in one of his rings, just so he has something to look at. “What were you going to say?”
With a gift basket delivered, a would-be crisis averted, and six hours left until Patrick's "surprise" party, David and Johnny have a conversation about a conversation.
all's well that ends well (to end up with you) [david/patrick, T, 6,777] by patrickbrewer
When Patrick finds himself stood up on his first attempt at getting drinks with a man, he starts to wonder if moving to Schitt's Creek and leaving everything he knew behind was the best idea.
That is, until he meets a drunken man with beautiful coiffed hair and a love of polar bear shots and karaoke.
I swear I just found everything I need [david/patrick, E, 4,673] by @kiwiana-writes
“Patrick?” he asks carefully.
“Yes, David?” Patrick’s face is a study in nonchalance as he rubs the shampoo through his hair.
“Why is there a bottle of lube in the shower?”
Patrick has a full-blown smirk now. “Congratulations, David. You’ve found the first part of your treasure hunt.”
Sweet Surrender [david/patrick, E, 1,914] by @thefirstmrshummel
David and Patrick talk about the happy ending massage. Sexy times ensue. That’s it, that’s the fic.
Tell me I'm wrong [david/patrick, G, 1,744] by NoRegrets104
Marcy Brewer has always thought that she knew her son. It's not until Patrick's surprise birthday party that she realizes how wrong she was, and how much she has almost lost.
2021
Forty-Two Stairs from the Street [david/patrick, T, 1,576] by @fictasticvoyage
Patrick discovers that his old apartment will soon be renovated and the boys take a walk down memory lane.
2022
Dark [david & alexis, T, 1,723] by @tyfinn
Alexis doesn't like the dark.
5 times David was there for Alexis and 1 time she was there for him.
How their wine-making began [johnny/moira, NR, 3,453] by LemonadeGirl09
How Johnny and Moira first met 💜
2023
Exciting [david/patrick, G, 100] by @ramonaflow
100 words based on the Tumblr prompt: Exciting
My Tongue is Bored [david/patrick, E, 2,239] by @legalgal421
A routine evening at the Brewer-Rose household becomes anything but.
Sing for me? [david/patrick, G, 357] by @mammameesh
Their first night at the cottage, David has a hard time sleeping.
You're the cutest [david/patrick, G, 327] by @mammameesh
Patrick plants Roses for David when a visitor appears.
2024
Blueberry Pancakes [ray/ivan, T, 614] by @mammameesh
Ivan comes to Schitt's Creek after the Bosnian war as a refugee. This is his story.
Stats:
No fanworks for 2017 or 2018
2019: 6 fics/13,215 words
2020: 5 fics/18,151 words
2021: 1 fic/1,576 words
2022: 2 fics/5,176 words
2023: 4 fics/3,023 words
2024: 1 fic/614 words
Total: 19 fics/41,755 words
For this Fic Rec Friday, let’s all share our favorite hurt/comfort fics. If you are ever having a bad day I find reading a lovely hurt/comfort fic to be a great balm.
Apparently it’s Christmas in July because my recommendation is ‘tis the season (of joy and sorrow) by @flowertrigger
It’s emotional hurt/comfort with smut mixed in.
Thank you @jamilas-pen for the banner.
Tagging @carolrain @characterassassination-at-9am @chelle-68 @jamilas-pen @queenmabcreates @ramonaflow @stereopticons and @a-noble-dragon
Next Fic rec Friday is brought to you by @a-noble-dragon
Happy one year anniversary to a really fun fic! Many twists and turns, and the ghosts of one man, come to haunt Aperture's halls. A very good read to check out!
A sequel to this piece! [LINK]
I said I wasn’t doing supercorptober this year and then my hand slipped... oops
*content warning: implied abuse*
fly away on the breeze to freedom [ao3 here]
(Prompts 1-5: Leaves, Courage, Dress, Garden, Alone)
“There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask “What if I fall?”
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?”
-- Erin Hanson
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Thick fog swirls soft and gray along the edge of the yard, long fingers slowly snaking their way through a maze of trunks and branches to settle in a heavy blanket above the multi-colored treetops. A blue ceramic mug gripped tightly between her hands, she savors its warmth in the chill of the early morning. Wisps of steam curl off the hot liquid to dissipate in the crisp autumn air, and the rich aroma of hot chocolate wraps itself around her like a gentle hug, always her comfort drink of choice on a dreary day.
She thinks about the dress hanging in her closet, silken white, skirt layered with tulle to make it full and fluffy, bodice overlaid with intricate lace and beadwork.
She thinks about the suit in the closet opposite hers, a classic black tux with a silver vest and shiny black shoes. She thinks about the man who will be wearing it.
She almost didn’t buy the dress. It had been a rare moment of bravery that had risen from within her, but then had dissipated as quickly as the steam from her cocoa.
Her sister had pleaded with her, tried to convince her she’d be safe, that all of Kara’s family and friends would be there to protect her if she could just find the courage to walk away. But she was too scared of the consequences, too scared of ending up alone. It was something her fiancé liked to remind her of, how sad and inconsequential her life would be without him. For some reason she always believed him.
That was before though, before a dear friendship blossomed into something that promised the possibility of more. Before kind words and patient company began to heal her shattered sense of self and slowly rebuild the confidence she had lost somewhere along the way. (Not surprisingly it was a friendship he never approved of). She’s still scared of course, she’s always scared these days, but she’s also so very tired of it all, and doesn’t know how much more she can take.
The morning sun peeks through the haze to cast pockets of golden light on the changing leaves - varying shades of orange, red, yellow and green - setting the trees ablaze in a magical show of color and glowing light. The sun’s rays catch a lone leaf as it falls, floating on the breeze to land softly on the dewy grass below. She wonders if it could be that easy - if she lets go, will she land as gently? She thinks about how the trees shed their old leaves and bare their branches to the winter’s fury, comforted by the assurance of warm spring days and new life ahead of them.
A determination settles in her soul, solid and resolute. She thinks about her sister and her mother, their pleas and their promises. Maybe it’s time to finally trust them. She thinks about someone else, piercing green eyes looking deep into her own and asking Kara to think about what she wants - not what anyone else wanted or what she thinks she’s supposed to want, but what she actually wants. A whispered oath swearing to always be there for her, no matter the answer.
But she thinks she knows the answer now - she’s known it for a while if she’s being honest with herself. It’s just now she’s finally finding the courage to take the leap, knowing there will be somebody to catch her. Someone who will love her the way he never could, with soft words and gentle hands.
A cold breeze has her pulling her cardigan tighter around her body, but she can’t help the quiet smile that appears on her weary face.
When she goes back inside she stands in the living room and looks around a house that has never felt like a home. A place that should have been a safe haven, but often felt more like a prison than anything else. Four walls and a roof that she’ll be happy to be free from.
Mike is still asleep on their bed, face down, snoring in his deep baritone. With the alcohol still in his system from last night, he’ll be out until at least noon. She gathers a few of her belongings in a small bag, only the really important things that can’t be replaced. She leaves her ring on the kitchen table with a short note, even though he doesn’t deserve her explanation. He’ll be angry no matter what, but she’s done letting him intimidate her.
She drives on autopilot to the other side of the city, to a quaint little white house with a blue door, her heart knowing exactly where it needs to be right now. She doesn’t bother with the doorbell, instead she walks around to let herself in the wooden gate to the garden in the back. That's where Kara knows she’ll find her, kneeling on the ground with her hands in the soil. Lena had bought this house in a quiet suburb after semi-retiring from her high-stress corporate career, and had taken prolifically to gardening. The multitude of flowers and abundant greenery evidence of her green thumb, all thriving, vibrant and full of life just like Lena.
She looks up when Kara enters the garden, the warm dappled light accentuating the hint of auburn in her dark brown hair, and falling across her face in a way that highlights the slight difference of color in her eyes, one a jade green, the other a hint more blue. Her gaze is soft and welcoming, but curious, tilting her head in question at the bag slung over Kara’s shoulder.
“I thought about what you asked me.”
Lena simply nods and waits patiently, though she can’t help the way her heart involuntarily skips a beat and her stomach flutters in anticipation.
“I know what I want now.” Kara takes a deep breath in, letting the tension drop out of her body when she exhales. Then a little more quietly, but steady and full of certainty, “I know who I want.”
Lena doesn’t say anything right away, but the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes says everything. She pats the ground next to her with a gloved hand. “Come sit with me.”
So Kara drops her bag on the small stone patio and sits down in the dirt next to her. Lena slips an arm around her and pulls her close, so Kara’s head is resting on her shoulder. She nuzzles her nose in golden blonde hair and places a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. Humming in contentment, Kara relishes the warmth of Lena’s body and breathes in her calming scent, allowing herself to finally relax and to be loved in this tender way.
Lena eventually pulls away to gaze at her, eyes full of adoration, achingly gentle but also fiercely protective, promising a hundred tomorrows each better than the next, and never one of them alone. She reaches out to grab a small plastic pot filled with orange and yellow flowers, and holds it up so Kara can see them.
“Did you know that chrysanthemums symbolize rebirth and new beginnings? They're actually revered in many cultures as a reminder of the beauty of change and transformation.” She pauses, dimples forming in her cheeks as her smile grows. Reaching out with her free hand she takes Kara’s in hers and squeezes. “Would you like to plant them with me?”
Kara can’t help but feel as light as the leaf she saw that morning, as if she herself had been carried here by the breeze, landing soft and sure, exactly where she needed to be. For the first time in a long time, when she smiles, it reaches all the way to her eyes and makes them crinkle at the corners.
“I’d like that very much.”
And as she sits side by side with Lena, working together in a little garden grown from love and filled with life, she feels the warmth of the sun break through and lift the fog from her soul.
