A fic-aversary.

Four years ago today, I posted my first work of fan fiction ever. I was still relatively new to reading fanfic at that point. I was excited and nervous to contribute to the community that had floored me with it's quality of writing. Hitting that post button was scary. The response made me cry. My story was met with the sweetest, kindest, most supportive comments. I'm forever grateful!

Music Moves Him

Friday Fic Recs: This or That

Farm witch friends, the coven is very excited to bring you something new and fun this Friday! We witches love a good game, so we hope you’ll play along.

Fill out the “this or that” chart (if you want to be fancy and draw on it, that’s great! or you can copy the categories as text, whatever works for you!) with your choices and then list a favorite fic from that category and include a link to it. 

Be sure to tag us in your posts so we can see all your answers and tag your friends to participate, too!

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the early tag! 💜 Trying to keep my moving! I appreciate you!!!

Here's a little blurb from my St. Paddy's Day fic. Unbetaed and likely needs lots of cleanup:

As he crawled into his bed after completing his nightly skincare routine, his thoughts drifted to frat boy, but he had a name...Patrick. David repeated his name, every cell in his body warming as the final syllable rolled off his tongue. He should’ve forgotten about him. David wanted to, but his heart and his body had waged a war over the placement of Patrick in his mind. Patrick didn’t belong there. David would never see him again. Thoughts of him should’ve escaped his mind hours ago. David had forgotten others that he’d spent much more time with the moment they parted, but somehow thoughts of this straight, drunk boy refused to leave. His warm eyes and stupid upside-down smile were like a magnet to every thought running through David’s mind. 

They were close in proximity. As soon as David got back to New York, he’d forget all about the gorgeous, horribly dressed frat boy with eyes as warm as honey.

No pressure tagging if you want to share early on this WIP Weds. I'm so excited to be posting early and can't wait to see what everyone else posts who want to:

@apothecarose @blackandwhiteandrose @chelle-68 @dinnfameron @demora00 @designatedgrape @edie4711 @hippolotamus @hullomoon @indestructibleheart @jettestar @leofdaeg-sand @lizzie-bennetdarcy @missgeevious @mudbloodpotter05 @ohhhelloyou @obsessedwithdavrick @sspaz1000 @statueinthestonetoo @smblmn @seadeepy @simplymarleycat @stereopticons @themelancholyvegetable @trueillusion82 @vamprayne

Holiday/Winter Fics

Thanks to @mostlyinthemorning for tagging me to share my holiday fics. I stretched this to include wintertime stories as well.

Hurt for the Holidays David and Patrick meet by accident on Christmas Eve. (Featuring Patrick flirting while under the influence.)

Nothing About This Was Proper Bear Grylls once told David that body heat is the best cure for hypothermia. He never thought he’d have a reason to use that knowledge, but he’s here now. (Featuring wet boys trying to get warm.)

Snow Day If you are looking for a short, snuggly story that is so sweet it'll give you a cavity, this is your fic. (Featuring fireside wrestling and egregious use of Mariah.)

Thank God. It's You. David finds more than he expected at a bathhouse. (Featuring the author reeeeeaaalllly stretching to include this as a holiday fic.)

*naked jake included only to get your attention (i do not apologize)

Tagging @rmd-writes @codswalloping @doublel27 @orchidscript @myheartalivewrites and anyone else who wants to share their holiday/winter fics.

Canvas

For @schittscreekdrabbleblog

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The first time David watched Patrick sleep, he admired his own artistry. The expanse of Patrick’s pale skin, a near blank canvas at the start of the night, was adorned with marks of their passion. Swollen nipples, fully formed hickeys and the gorgeous pink hue of beard burn on delicate skin.

Now, decades later, he does the same. He marvels at the marks he’s left on Patrick’s body. Amid the evidence of enthusiastic sex are laugh lines around Patrick’s eyes and mouth, evidence of so much more. David knows they, too, are his doing. It's his favorite work of art. 

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This week's word is...ponder!

Don't forget to tag @schittscreekdrabbleblog when you post! Happy writing!

I have an additional announcement this week. Due to a major life change coming in the next few months, I have decided that I will need to put this blog on hiatus while I work through some of the busy and chaos surrounding this change. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but I feel it is necessary. I wanted to give all of you a heads up before this happens so you could be prepared. The first day of this hiatus will be May 8, 2023. I unfortunately am unable to put an ending date on it at this time. I plan to post something, a small list or a bingo sheet or something, of words that can be used while I am gone. Thank you to everyone who writes, reads, leaves likes and comments. You are much appreciated!

My sister and her husband gave this to me for Christmas. It is so freaking cool. They are incredibly supportive of this lovely, little obsession of mine. 💙🖤

New Fic Alert!

Salty banter!

Drunk texting!

First kisses!

David Rose: Style Consultant

Pick-a-Fic Friday!

Farm witch friends, it’s time to make your picks and rec some fics!

Be sure to tag us so we can share them.

Sunday Sentences

Thank you @hippolotamus @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @indestructibleheart for the tags!! 💜

Here's a few more sentences from hopefully my St. Paddy's Day fic:

As David walked in, he studied the tables that had a wood finish with a glazed look. The bar top was more of the same. Seemed very rustic and expensive for a small town place like this. It exuded a sense of comfort and coziness. Not wanting to draw attention to the fact he was alone, he slid onto a barstool. 

As he debated between a Reuben and ‌a banger melt, he looked up to meet the gaze of the warmest eyes he had ever laid eyes on attached to the body of a man wearing the most wretched ensemble David had ever seen, but to the man’s credit, his body made the clothes almost look stylish. David turned away from the other man’s intense stare. Just another straight boy with his flock of college fraternity brothers out to get drunk on St. Paddy’s Day. David knew those types. Most of them wanted to just experiment and get it out of their system. 

No pressure tagging some lovelies that I'd love to see what they are working on @apothecarose @blackandwhiteandrose @chelle-68 @dinnfameron @demora00 @designatedgrape @edie4711 @hullomoon @jettestar @leofdaeg-sand @lizzie-bennetdarcy @missgeevious @mudbloodpotter05 @ohhhelloyou @obsessedwithdavrick @sspaz1000 @statueinthestonetoo @smblmn @seadeepy @simplymarleycat @stereopticons @themelancholyvegetable @trueillusion82 @vamprayne

Put Me Back Together Again

E | 3K | David/Patrick | Christmas Fluff & Smut | Established Relationship | Mild Hurt/Comfort

Patrick is anxious about going home for Christmas for his first big family holiday celebration with David. His parents have accepted him with open arms when he came out, but what will the rest of the family think? He tosses and turns, lying awake with worry. David is there to reassure him that everything will be ok and finds a way to soothe his anxiety.

@schittscreekdrabbleblog Word of the Week: RAIN

The rain stopped as quickly as it began, and the bright sun appeared like a beacon over the vet clinic. She knew she looked a mess, but she didn’t care.

She had taken her shoes off ten minutes after leaving Mutt’s. It was just too hard to walk with them on, and she liked feeling the wet earth between her toes. She knows David will chastise her later for not waiting the rain out, but as soon as she realized what she needed to do, there was no stopping Alexis Rose.  

She took a deep breath and opened the door.   

BASE

In response to the @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week.

“On what do you base this specious allegation, Pat?”

“…trick,” David chimes in from the back room.

“Mainly on the fact that I saw you put the moisturizer in your purse just now, Mrs. Rose.”

“You can call her Mom now.” David calls out and Patrick can hear the smirk in it.

“Surely the Apothecary is now prosperous enough that every paltry penny needn’t count,” Mrs. Rose sniffs.

“Not the point.” David’s voice rises.

“In exchange for seventy-nine dollars, I would be happy to wrap that up for you… Mom.”

Moira’s eyes go round. “Let’s not get carried away, dear.”

Fingerprints

When it first happened, it was by accident. Patrick visited David’s studio, and they got caught up in each other. Intention drove Patrick’s subsequent visits. He liked it best when David worked with charcoal; when afterwards his skin bore smudges left by David’s talented hands.

David caught on eventually; he'd obviously known when he pressed his fingers against the ink slick surface of a beautifully carved woodblock before grabbing Patrick’s jaw and kissing him roughly.

Later, David stood behind Patrick in front of the mirror. He ran his tongue, over the first set of black fingerprints. “Ready for round two?”

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For @schittscreekdrabbleblog prompt: Ink.