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Despite (@davidrosesource) “Just look at David’s smile! This makes me want to cry and hug him.”
Hidden Pieces... (@startswithhope) “Some tender moments post "The Incident". A lovely fic highlighting the beauty that can be found in vulnerability.”
Squirrels (@resilientrose) “This is about the funniest thing I've read. Squirrels infest David and Patrick's house. David decides to film Patrick's attempts to rid their house of them, documentary style. Banter and hilarity ensues.”
Talk That That To Me All Night (@sarahlevys) “This is a masterful example of how to convey so much using dialogue only. Alexis and Twyla’s relationship shines through so clearly in the way they build each other up. Cleverly written, very hot, and full of love!“
You Know The Way To Make Me Lose Control
(@lushthemagicdragon) “You're gonna need to hydrate after this one... Set at the end of 5x04, this smokin' hot PWP features a happy!loved-up!drunk!David, a babydom!Patrick, and some truly excellent phone sex.”
You Were Always Going To Be The One (@desginatedgrape) “This is a fantastic David and Patrick friends-to-lovers AU. Full of pining and romantic gestures and banter and friends trying to be "helpful." If you love mutual pining, this is a fic for you!”
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Peanut Butter Portions
Farm Witch Snack Hack: Peanut butter cookies with only three ingredients? Yes, please!
You’ll need: 1 cup peanut butter (creamy or crunchy, you choose!), 1 large egg, 1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar.
Combine all your ingredients in a large mixing bowl and whisk away! Once combined, take tablespoon-sized scoops of dough and roll them into balls. Place them on a parchment-lined baking sheet about 2 inches apart. Use a fork to press a crisscross pattern into the cookies and flatten them. Bake for 8 minutes at 350* and enjoy while you read!
I'm always full of soft takes. Let's see... Patrick texts Alexis whenever he notices David mentioning her a lot, usually complaining, because he knows that means David is missing her. Alexis will then call or FaceTime David with some made up story or other excuse and they'll end up on the phone for hours. What Patrick doesn't realize is David does the same thing whenever he thinks Patrick is missing his parents too much. ❤️
Dee this is rude but this is also a 15/10 soft take
Also at some point, David realizes he has to do it with Patrick missing Alexis too. They have all the sibling zooms when that happens.
Send me your soft takes and I’ll tell you how great they are.
Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
Patrick wants to marry him.
They’ll be married in September, but the look on David’s face as they’re left alone in a cool pavilion, a dozen careful slices of cake in front of them, makes Patrick want to marry him now, here, in July, with the summer rain bashing the thick glass above their heads and the soft cashmere of David’s sweater beneath his hand.
“I’ll give you some time,” the pastry chef had said, fumbling with her umbrella as she’d nodded towards the table. Her careful handwriting sits across slips of paper propped against plates, words that cut right to the heart of David.
“Buttercream, Patrick,” he whispers in awe, and then the barely restrained excitement bursts across his face, like the clouds that have given way to the rain, and his mouth splits into a grin. “Look at them all.”
David’s practically vibrating on the spot, fiddling with the tag beneath the collar of Patrick’s shirt, gaze flitting across the cakes with an expression that flattened Patrick the first time he’d seen it.
It had been early on, and early morning, outside the motel waiting for David to put on his seatbelt so he could hand him a coffee, fresh and sugared from the cafe. He’d had such a crush, had been a mess of adolescent eagerness and the kind of want that sits in the bottom of your stomach, the morning of that vendor pick up, and he hadn’t been prepared for the smile directed towards him when he’d said there’s cheese at this farm. There was sleep in the crinkles at the corners of David’s eyes, and his cheeks were bright, and his was mouth crooked, exuberant. Patrick had wanted to lean over the middle console and kiss David then, while he’d tasted like caramel macchiato, skim, two sweeteners, a dash of cocoa powder.
He wants to kiss him now too, while he tastes like David, while he tastes like the bad coffee they’d had on the road and the pancakes they’d had for breakfast. While he still smells like the shower he’d had this morning, and the rain they’d just run through. While he still feels like he felt last night, soft skin and hard muscle and rough stubble.
He runs the back of his hand across David’s cheek now, appled with joy, and stretches forward to kiss him just as he moves forward to the table. It’s a mess, Patrick’s nose hitting David’s jaw, his mouth landing in the crook of David’s neck, his chest slamming into David’s elbow. He’s winded momentarily, and feels David’s hand on his forearm, steadying him as his feet keep trying to trip over themselves.
“God, sorry,” David says, waiting until Patrick feels right side up before turning him towards the table. “I have a good feeling about this one.”
He’s pointing at a delicate looking slice, with a pale yellow sponge split in two by a streak of white frosting. David hands him a fork, and breaks into the cake with his own, carefully collecting icing and filling and cupping one hand under the other to bring the forkful to his mouth.
“I was trying to kiss you,” Patrick says, as David closes his eyes, pleasure making tracks across his expression as he chews thoughtfully. His voice is shot, quiet and wobbling and he’s a little embarrassed by it, but it doesn’t seem like David heard him anyway. He clears the desperation from his tone with a small cough, and waits until David swallows before he steps closer.
“I was trying to kiss you,” he repeats, lower, seductive, hopefully, and he’s proud of himself for getting it together, and for the way David’s brows crawl up his forehead a little as his eyes flutter open.
“Oh?”
“Yeah that was - ”
Something playful flits across David’s face before he leans forward, presses his mouth to Patrick’s, cutting his sentence off at the clause. The kiss is firm, too quick, and he pulls away just as Patrick licks at David’s lips, just as he tastes citrus and sugar and another gentle flavour he can’t put his finger on.
“Blood orange,” David says, and Patrick peers at the small card as David moves in front of him to reach another cake, his back pressed against Patrick’s chest. It’s obscene, the way David leans over to collect a bite of raspberry meringue, moaning a little as he crunches through the hard outer shell to reach the flavour in the centre.
A forkful appears over his shoulder for Patrick, just as he recognises he’s lost any sense of an upper hand in seducing David this afternoon. The distraction of wedding cakes laid out in front of them has met with a newfound method of messing with Patrick, and he happily teases him as he makes his way around the plates.
Patrick loses count of the cakes they try, of the mouthfuls of sponge he’s offered in lieu of David’s mouth on his.
He thinks there was a chocolate one, with a small pattern across the icing he can see between them, when David backs Patrick against a wall, his free hand at Patrick’s hip. David’s fingers are hooked into his belt loop, and his thumb tries to mimic the cake’s pattern into the crinkling blue material of his shirt. He offers the fork to Patrick briefly, before turning it back towards himself, closing his mouth around the sponge with a smirk. Patrick manages to steal a kiss then, catching David’s laughter as it bubbles from his lips, catching a hint of something dark and rich and alcoholic that takes his breath away.
It was nice, that one, probably, but he couldn’t say which slice he liked the most. He’s barely paid attention, to be honest, but has listened enough to hear that David has invented a complex ranking system at the same time as he’s been fucking with Patrick, has been placing the cakes from left to right along the oak table in order of flavour, density, aesthetic, wedding appropriateness.
At the top is the lemon sponge he’d started with, and he moves Patrick towards it. He’s propped a potential cake topper against it, two small grooms with smaller bowties, holding each other, and Patrick moves the pair carefully to the side of the plate as he takes a forkful.
The flavour he’d licked from David’s lips earlier is there, magnified and surrounded by buttercream, but still with a gentle citrus that bounces around his mouth as it had done before. He wants to tell David, wants to sound like he knows what he’s talking about, but when he turns, he’s met with the same bright, fond grin, directed at him.
“Let’s do this one,” is all Patrick can manage, and somehow David’s smile grows even larger. He’s with Patrick in a stride, and takes his face between his hands, wipes a wayward speck of icing from Patrick’s chin before bringing their mouths together.
It feels like everything Patrick had thought it would, like this morning and last night, and every other kiss they’ve shared, every quick, lazy, last minute, first thing, middle of the night kiss. It tastes like chocolate and citrus and sugar, and raspberry, coffee and poppyseed, pear and meringue. It tastes like David, and Patrick wants to marry him here, now, already, please.
Did anyone ask you about "the six unbreakable rules of taking and sending nudes" yet? Cause I need answers. LMAO
you say the word nudes and everyone wants to know lolol. i talked a little about it here, but i didn’t include a sneak peek, so here you go, since you asked so nicely lol...
How Patrick can flip from hot to sweet and back again like it’s nothing, David will never understand. But he does this, every time: finds somewhere to work in these innocent little compliments that completely derail David’s entire existence for a few seconds. No one else has ever done anything like it. But no one else has ever been Patrick Brewer.
2. What is the stupidest way you have ever gotten hurt?
this is an excellent question to ask dee!
let’s set the scene: i did theatre in high school (sound for those curious), it was junior year and our play was ‘you’re a good man charlie brown.’ i was helping with set and prop construction. this included making a bus for if i recall correctly, one of the opening numbers.
so there i was cutting some yellow butcher paper with a pair of scissors and i got the bright idea to roll across the stage to the other side where i needed to cut. somehow i managed to stab my opposite hand with the scissors and started to bleed (it wasn’t too bad, but it wasn’t pleasant either).
to this day i still have a small scar on my palm where i managed to stab myself.
send in some questions people should ask but don’t!
Additional Tags: Ray Butani, Stevie Budd, Twyla Sands, Falling In Love, Summer, Kissing, Flirting, Making Out, Drunken Kissing, Canon Compliant, soft summer prompts // Summer Vacation, Beach Holidays, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Mild Sexual Content, Husbands in love and acting like idiots, more like a Mild T - but rating M to be very safe // Napping, Summer, Domestic Fluff, lazy summer cuddling, "I wanna hold you" vibes, Sleepy Cuddles // Thunderstorms, Summer, Domestic Bliss, Making Love, Sleepy Sex, Anxiety
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Recommendation by: Anonymous
this series is everything i wish i was doing this summer but can't. its nice to still get all those feelings from somewhere tho and i love how in love they always are in this authors fics. i can’t wait for more of them.
As a straight person in the Schitt’s Creek fandom, I actually really love being in the minority and seeing my dash full of LGBTQ voices sharing headcanons about characters, shared experiences, things I’d never have an understanding about in the same way. Your troll is just trying to make your safe space unsafe and it’s just about the shittiest thing they can do. And they know that. I'd block their IP and call it a day. (sorry, I go into fandom grandma mode when I see shit like this go down)
thanks dee! it’s really important to have ally’s in the fandom like this, knowing that lgbt experiences are going to be different and that we consume the show differently. i wanna make this blog a safe space for everyone, especially young lgbt people like me because we really need spaces for it–that’s why i respond to messages like that in the first place. i want my voice and opinions to be clear and if people don’t agree with it, i really still don’t get why they’re following me. thanks for the message! <3
Sending you some year-end love. It's been so fun seeing the SC fandom go crazy over your art! Here's to seeing even more of your creations for S6! Happy New Year!
❤️ I’ve been enjoying this fandom so much, glad to have some friends to celebrate this show with!! Excited for more!! Happy New Year :))
