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i love Patrick Brewer
just want the way he looks at David. i mean, damn he looks like he falls in love every time he sees David. his eyes, his face, that man was in love from the moment that David didn't understand a Baseball reference.
PROVE ME WRONG. YOU CANNOT.
Patrick actually sees David for David. Anxious David, Snarky David, Insecure David and he loves him completely all the same.
fuck I love them. Patrick and David people, Patrick and David.
#schitts creek#schitt's creek#david rose#patrick brewer#david x patrick#they are in love#actually true love#i will hear no complaints#no arguments#argue with your mother#patrick brewer is a button#david rose is an anxious bitch#why am i tagging this like fanfics#they see each other#and they grew together and got through things together#and it's late and im emotional about them
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That innocent little blink, I cannot...
#he's a button#schitts creek#schitt's creek#david x patrick#Brewerrose#my!gif#schittscreekgifs#Patrick Brewer
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Bound: A Fair Return by thingswithwings
I wanted to bind a fic for a friend, and I decided on this iconic Schitt's Creek fic that was the first podfic they recorded. It is also my longest bind so far, and maybe as long as I'd put in one volume? I don't think it's too unwieldy, though.
Everything was going smoothly - almost too smoothly - when I got impatient and ironed on the vinyl before the glue was completely dry. I suspect that's why the original cover (in "Patrick Brewer button up shirt blue", thank you very much) got all splotchy. Or maybe the fabric was too thin. I dunno.
So I decided to remake the cover in "Patrick Brewer's tight jeans denim" instead. And I think it all worked out for the best. I adore how it looks.
And the holographic HTV? I love how it changes color depending on the light and it behaved quite nicely for me. (Again, patience is key with HTV.)
Gold? Blue? Copper? Depends on the light!
The text block didn't give me nearly as many problems. It all went together smoothly, whew! And my new sewing frame did help when it came to stitching this behemoth together.
Fonts used:
Body: Vendetta OT
Chapter headings: Didot LT Pro (IYKYK)
Title: Gazzetta
Final details... (endpapers came from the Craft Consortium Ink Drops-Ocean pad.)
Incidentally, this is the third gift bind I've made, but due to various factors, sometimes involving the USPS and keeping a package in Miami for TWO WEEKS, this is the first one to make it to its recipient. I am so excited to share the other two!
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DAY 4 REVEALS
Let me play among the stars
[Patrick Brewer/David Rose, Stevie Budd & David Rose - G - 7588]
To be honest, David finds it hard to believe the guy on the screen right now could be persuaded to go through with a spray tan, nevermind be sewn into a skin-tight sparkly shirt and take a step onto a dancefloor. With his neat blue button-down and cropped hair, his whole look seems contrived to be as boy-next-door, soccer-mom friendly as possible.
David Rose has been a pro dancer on Dancing With The Stars for twelve seasons, but the mirrorball trophy has always been elusive. Will his new partner finally be the one to lift it with him?
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TFTC
[Patrick Brewer/David Rose - T - 5,615]
When David spots several people acting strangely in front of the store, his curiosity - and suspicions - are raised. Patrick goes to investigate and in the process discovers a new hobby. David doesn't fully understand it but hey, his husband is cute when he's excited.
"They’re everywhere. In the countryside, in small towns…” Patrick turns the phone around, pinches the map and then shows it to David. This time it’s a city on the screen, littered with many more green dots. “They’re in the cities too. Apparently there’s one nearby our store, recently set up. Which would explain the groups of people you’ve noticed. They were all looking for it.”
“Lots of people go looking for Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster as well. That doesn’t mean it’s not a huge waste of time.”
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Very Sportsmanlike Conduct
[Patrick Brewer/David Rose - 4 - 4,538]
David likes audiobooks. Patrick likes hockey. What happens when you combine the two?
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Paper
[Patrick Brewer/David Rose - G - 3,304]
He started laying everything all over the coffee table. Then he laid out more pieces of scrapbook paper on the ground and started organizing pictures, stickers and other little trinkets on each page.
Yes, this was turning out to be a bigger undertaking than he first thought it would; but he was loving how everything was turning out so far.
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NOTE TO CREATORS: If your work is part of today’s reveals, please update the posting date of the work to today’s date so it shows up fresh in the AO3 feed.
#scpassionsandpastimes#sc fanworks#sc passions and pastimes#sc fic#scpassionsandpastimesfest#sc fests#sc fanfic#schitt's creek
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Chapter Two | E | Please note the rating change
David paces the length of the sitting room, keyed up and anxious. The penthouse, measuring however many thousands of square feet, is still too small. Too constricting. He’s already shed his jacket, hanging it carefully in the walk-in closet. He’s not a monster, after all. But it does little to ease the tension that continues building under his skin, making him spark with need. Eager to get his hands on Patrick again.
Patrick’s ragged breathing echoes in his mind, the way he writhed under David’s touch, so desperate for release he was practically begging.
David won’t be alone for long. Patrick has always come, will always come. He knows this, and it terrifies him. Yet, with every minute that passes, every errant sound that makes him turn toward the door, his doubts grow louder.
Agent Brewer was supposed to be a personal conquest, a challenge. A one time fling. There was no room for a ‘next time’. David really should have known better. From the first moment he noticed Patrick in Monsanto, he wanted him. He took one look at him – wearing his awful midrange denim and braided belt – and wanted to take him apart. To ruin him.
The opportunity didn’t arrive until their third encounter in Vienna. There was no bed, not so much as a fancy, plush chaise lounge. Only the two of them, hidden in the shadows of Neptune’s Fountain. Not how David envisioned it, but he wouldn’t exactly call getting buttoned-up Agent Brewer off against ancient architecture a loss. Especially not when he sought David out the following evening and let himself be reduced to a whimpering mess, barely capable of stringing two syllables together.
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#patrick brewer#david rose#david x patrick#patrick x david#spy vs spy#soft sexy spy boys#spies in love#when rival spies fall in love but won't admit it#i know all your secrets#secrets and lies#hippo writes#sc fic#schitt's creek fic#fic update
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Please help! I’m thinking of a fic with a Protective Patrick. I want to say Stevie runs a bed and breakfast or boarding house. David and Alexis live there and David is in danger. Patrick is undercover to protect David. Does this sound familiar? TIA
Hi button!
This one wasn't easy!
We would like to suggest Special Agent Patrick Brewer by pandorasdaydream, but the Stevie part doesn't quite fit.
Farm witch friends, do you have any other ideas?
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Fic Writer Interview
Thank you for tagging me @hgejfmw-hgejhsf! and @stereopticons! 💜
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
27
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
371,166 (I have a couple really long ones)
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I Want Candy [firstprince, 4.5k, T]
I'll Always Catch Your Glance [David/Patrick 13.5k, M]
You're So Hot That I Melted [David/Patrick 4k, G]
The Ocean Brought Me To You [David/Patrick 39k, M]
If You Asked Me To [David/Patrick 11k, E]
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
100%... may just take me a bit of time.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
TBD.... No comment...
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Hmm... subject to change this year if I can some of the contents of my WIP folder, but for now I will leave you with because D and P don't start off on friendly terms... I'd Do It All For You [David and Patrick 75k, E]
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not opposed, but an idea to do so hasn't crossed my mind.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I have not luckily.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I don't do it often. I find it very challenging to make sure body parts are doing what they should be doing and what I'm picturing in my head is translating on paper. I wouldn't say I have a kind of smut I've written? If someone has another thought on this, I'm interested in the answer.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but that would be so cool!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes! The Purrrrrfect Gift with @edie4711
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
David/Patrick was my first love, but firstprince is trying to worm their way in.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
Never say never. Until I'm 6 feet under there's always a chance... Gee that sounded dark.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I can put the ideas together... brainstorm ideas...
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Word choice and confidence.
I will sit there and debate about word choice. I tend to tell versus show I'm working on improving this, but I drive myself crazy reformulating sentences to show versus tell.
I will then sit there anxious once I hit the submit button.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Kind of terrifies me that I'll translate incorrectly.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Schitt's Creek
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
I haven't been inspired to write for a new ship.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Well... asking me to pick a fic is like asking me to pick my favorite child and as hard as my kiddos try to get me to claim them as my favorite, I tell them over and over that I will never do that. lol.
So...here's a variety of fics instead that I haven't already mentioned:
The Way He Looked Was Way Beyond Compare [David/Patrick 4k, G] High School Themed. One of my favorite tropes to write.
He's Already Family [David/Patrick 1800, G] D and P's relationship from Clint's POV. Never enough Clint and Marcy Brewer in fic.
Just To Be With You [David/Patrick 5k, T] David and Patrick just want to be alone, but Ray loves to chat.
Lucky To Linger In Your Life [David/Patrick 10k, M] Patrick takes David home for Marcy's birthday before they start dating.
Tagging the following who likely already did this and if you did, I'm sorry?
@hippolotamus @apothecarose @chelle-68 @dinnfameron @demora00 @designatedgrape @hullomoon @indestructibleheart @jettestar @jesuisici33 @leofdaeg-sand @lizzie-bennetdarcy @missgeevious @mudbloodpotter05 @ohhhelloyou @obsessedwithdavrick @statueinthestonetoo @themelancholyvegetable @thinkof-england @this-is-bwr @sspaz1000 @seadeepy @trueillusion82 @vamprayne @wi22iou
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Wip Wednesday
Thank you @smblmn for the tag.
I think you wanted some Fantasy AU?
Here's a bit of a rewrite of my favorite Button showing up.
Stevie travels between the interior doors to do her work, with a little Rosebud magic. She cleans the rooms, like she always does, and then waits at the desk for people to check out. Most people only stay for one night. Most people only come to see if Rosebud is really magic. A stranger arrives promptly at check in time.
“I’m here about the job!” The person is pleasant, with broad shoulders covered in blue. He has pale light brown, perhaps auburn hair, and the most stunning light brown eyes. Stevie’s not sure what exact color those owl eyes are, but they shine at her.
“The job?” Stevie echoes. Rosebud changes her computer screen, to a listing on Indeed. It was her doing, of course. “Do you have any experience in the wish granting field?” Stevie teases, she likes to lead with an impossible question like this.
“I once played Genie in Aladdin at age 9.” The person jokes back.
Oh. She likes them. “Stevie Budd, Owner of Rosebud Inn. She/They.” She offers her hand.
“Patrick Brewer, Guest Services Liaison of Rosebud Inn. He/him.” Patrick is so confident, just on the side of cocky, and Stevie doesn’t care to mind it one bit.
No pressure @jesuisici33, @statueinthestone, @apothecarose, @carolrain, @a-noble-dragon, @tyfinn and anyone else who wants to share.
Also if you want updates on my Magical Realism fic, you can like this post.
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First Line Tag Game
Thank you for the tags! @lizzie-bennetdarcy @apothecarose
Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.
Click/Snap/Whirrr
Patrick Brewer has a vicious headache.
The Hours Between
It isn’t the surprise party Patrick had envisioned.
Dimples
David stares at himself in the mirror over Stevie’s sink.
He Shines
Marcy Brewer was on the far side of thirty when she gave birth to her only child.
Fever Dream
You’re in a club.
The Poem you make of me
Patrick has just turned off the bedside lamp when his phone pings.
BDE (Big Dick Energy)
David hits the video call button before he can overthink it.
Ocean and Sky
“You know what?” Patrick brings his palms down hard on the cash counter.
Stranded
Stevie’s eyebrows shoot up when David walks through the lobby door at seven thirty in the morning.
My Heart is like paper (Yours is like a flame)
Stevie is leaning on the motel front desk. “So. The new building manager shows up soon, yeah?”
This is fun, you should play if you want to! Tagging @missgeevious @madlori @mostlyinthemorning @treluna4 @blackandwhiteandrose @five678patty @distractivate @this-is-bwr @this-is-not-nothing @smblmn
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Blue for the WIP word ask
wow, 71 pages of a fic about Patrick Brewer and there's only 2 blues! I'm honestly kind of impressed with myself 😁
He’s too buttoned up; literally, in those weirdly cute blue button-ups that look like they cost less than the sandwich he had for lunch yesterday, but then again, David on pills wasn’t as picky.
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Hello!
Words for the wip ask
silence, regard, snap - one or all!
Thank you for the ask lovely! I just opened a random chapter and only snap was in this one.
“So, there is nothing else you want to tell me?” Patrick implored.
“Nope, I have nothing to tell” David replied and his façade had snapped back into place. “Now if you don’t mind Detective Brewer, I need to go home.”
“Fine. Have it your way,” Patrick sighed loudly, before spinning around and stalking out of the gallery.
Patrick was going to have to be very careful around this man. David somehow knew where all his buttons were and was taking great delight in pressing them.
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @lilythesilly.
There was some (very delightful) interest in my “fuck you, patrick (affectionate)” concept, so here’s a piece of how that starts off:
BEEP.
“Hi, Patrick. It’s your mother. Where are you? I know you said you need to figure some things out, but I haven’t heard from you in a few days and I’m starting to… Just let me know you’re okay. I love you, my sweet boy.”
BEEP.
“Patty, it’s me. I really think we should talk about this. Can you call me back? Please? I love you.”
BEEP.
“Hey, son. It’s your dad. Call your mom back, would ya? She’s worried about you. We all are. Love you, kiddo.”
BEEP.
“Patrick, it’s Rachel again. I don’t know where you’re staying, so I brought the ring and a couple things you forgot at the apartment to your mom. She says she hasn’t heard from you either. You don’t have to talk to me, fine, whatever, but at least call your parents. … I hope you’re okay.”
BEEP.
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Patrick slaps his hand onto the nightstand, feeling aimlessly for his ringing phone without lifting his head from the pillow. He finds it eventually, scraping it messily across the wood onto the bed, and taps the ‘ignore’ button at least two more times than strictly necessary. It’s not like him, he knows, but the thought of facing his latest failure just makes his stomach churn… and that’s why he’s burrowed into an uncomfortable bed at a roadside motel, somewhere outside a town called Thornbridge.
Two days ago, he’d detonated several well-placed bombs in his personal life and blown nearly everything that he’d been comfortably living with for years now to smithereens. He’d quit his boring (but stable) job, packed up his things, broken off his engagement with his high school sweetheart, and driven away from the only town he’s ever known. It’s the most reckless thing he’s ever done — finally topping the horrible decision to propose in the first place — which leaves Patrick oscillating between feeling free and like the worst person who’d ever lived.
“I can’t marry you, Rach. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t… feel right.”
“What does that even mean, Patrick?”
“It means I need some time. To figure myself out. I need some time alone.”
What he needs is a plan.
He needs to pick himself up from this pathetic little spiral and come up with a plan.
He also needs to call his mom.
But he doesn’t want to call her back until he has a plan because he needs to have something positive to tell her when he drops the final bomb: he’s not coming back. Not anytime soon, anyway. (Maybe never.)
“I’m sorry, Rachel. I really am. You deserve better.”
Patrick has always been a take-charge kind of guy. In some ways, he thinks that’s how he got himself into this mess in the first place. Because he’s spent so much time bending himself into different shapes, trying to fit into the spaces carved for him by others — a Brewer man, a future husband, the responsible friend. Until now, it’d never occurred to him to carve his own space. And the problem is, his limbs have become so mangled in the game of Twister he’s been playing with himself, Patrick doesn’t know what his natural shape is anymore.
If he wants to figure that out, he needs to start over.
And he needs to do it alone.
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For the intimacy prompt
tracing fingers down your partner's chest
Ok, ummm, all I can say is Thank You for this. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did 💙🖤
In all the years of artfully sneaking around for missions, Patrick Brewer never thought his expertise would lead him here. At least, not as many times as it has.
The hotel ballroom must have close to 800 people, but he’s already seen the one he’s after. Patrick knows he’s been spotted, too. They’ve been chasing each other around the globe - from Mexico to Monaco, South Africa to Saskatchewan, and everywhere between - for years now. This dance is familiar and they’re intimately acquainted with how the steps go.
Patrick sips his sparkling champagne, peering over the rim, and meeting familiar dark eyes standing on the upper balcony. One delicate hand, with olive skin and silver rings, lifts a champagne flute from the railing in a silent toast across the sea of otherwise ignorant partygoers. Patrick’s target raises a single dark eyebrow, then tilts the glass to his lips, draining it in one go. He replaces the vessel and smirks in Patrick’s direction before turning to walk away. Patrick recognizes it for the signal it is, sitting his now empty glass on a passing server’s tray.
As if by intuition alone, his feet carry him up the staircase, past eclectic older dealers arguing whether a Van Gogh or a Cézzane will fetch more, young heiresses flirting shamelessly, and the occasional solo chap watching them. The stream of people thins the further Patrick walks, the lights becoming more spread out, leaving shadowy patches between. The electric glow of an Exit sign catches his eye, and he’s just about to turn back when he finds himself tugged into a dark alcove, pinned to the wall.
Patrick smirks, noting the warm, spicy scent now surrounding him. It should make him wary, but that sensation stopped long ago, replaced by want and lust. “Rose, we meet again.”
“So we do, Mr. Brewer,” a voice purrs in response. “I hope you’ve been well since Denmark.”
Patrick traces a finger over the curves he’s become so accustomed to, feeling the sleek mother-of-pearl buttons under his skin until he hooks onto the V of the single-breasted tuxedo jacket. “Never better. Should we exchange the usual my country wants you dead pleasantries first or is foreplay off the menu tonight?”
A singular growl precedes firm hands pinning Patrick’s wrists above his head, warm lips and tongue meeting his own. No matter how many times they’ve done this, it always makes him dizzy. It shouldn’t be this way, he should be capturing David Rose and hand delivering him to the Canadian government. Instead, he always finds himself in total disbelief at how right, and fucking life affirming, it feels to be under David’s control.
Sometimes, dangerously, he thinks he wants it forever. It only took Patrick mentioning once that he doesn’t sleep with anyone else between their trysts. David went off the grid for over a year before they came crashing back together in a blissful rendezvous where the only sounds were gasps and skin on skin. Patrick fell asleep with David slung across his body, head on his chest, and he thought they turned a corner. But when he woke in the morning, David was nowhere to be found. They didn’t see each other for three months until their paths crossed in Moscow.
“David,” Patrick pants, too close for comfort to losing his composure like a teenage boy as David grinds their hips together. And he’s not going to do that in a suit that had a comma on the price tag. He’s not. “Please.”
“Want me to stop?” David’s teeth drag over Patrick’s earlobe before scraping along the line of his jaw.
“No?”
David chuckles softly, the vibrations humming against Patrick’s neck. “Are you sure, Mr. Brewer?”
Patrick can only hiss in response when David’s hips thrust forward, holding him in place.
“Well, I’m not getting on my knees for you in a hallway, in this suit,” David’s breath ghosts against the shell of Patrick’s ear. “I know you don’t always follow orders, but be good and meet me in the penthouse. I’ll make it worth your while.”
David presses a searing kiss against his mouth, pulling Patrick’s bottom lip between his teeth, before he retreats into the darkness. Patrick feels adrift without the weight of David to anchor him, even knowing they’ll be tangled together soon. He stands tall, straightening his jacket and adjusting his bowtie. He reaches into his pocket for his phone so he can at least check his hair in the camera. Patrick smiles to himself when his fingers brush over the keycard David slipped in next to it. He taps the card, deciding to abandon checking his reflection, hoping he won’t encounter anyone else important along the way.
After all, there’s no time to waste when he has a foreign agent to catch.
send me a physical intimacy prompt!
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Happy Friday Farm Witch Friends! If you’re like us, you could really use some Schitt’s Creek joy to get lost in this weekend. We can always count on this fandom’s creators to deliver with our favorite ships and colorful cast of townies.
If you’re a writer as well as a reader, the Schitt’s Creek Rare Fest has prompts open now that you should check out! We can’t wait to be bewitched by all of the rare pair creations that are to come.
In the meantime, enjoy this week’s fantastic works, and be sure to show the creators some love!
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Bloom (@smallumbrella369) “A gorgeous different meeting story with one of this witch’s favorite David & Patrick kisses ever.”
Dulce (another_hero) “Ronnie knows the florist. This is how they met.”
Patrick “Buffering” Brewer: Part One and Part Two (@oscarspoe) **GIF SETS** “We love a buffering button. This two part gifset highlights those moments when Patrick just needs a second.”
Turn my minutes into hours (@jessx2231) “Three thousand lovely words of David and Patrick in a good old-fashioned make-out session.”
You are the only, only, only (@designatedgrape) “We love a college AU and we can't get enough of this secret-relationship story with Patrick AND David as talented baseball players.”
#farmwitchfaves#schitts creek fic#sc fanfic#sc fic rec#SC fic#sc gifs#david x patrick#David Rose#Patrick Brewer#ronnie lee
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