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dailytvwomen · 7 months
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STEVIE BUDD IN SCHITT'S CREEK (2015 - 2020)
I'm only doing this because you called me rude, and I take that as a compliment.
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hargreevcs · 1 month
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MY TOP 65 TV DYNAMICS: #64 — stevie budd & patrick brewer (schitt's creek)
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khwabonkeparindey · 8 months
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SCHITT’S CREEK (2015-2020) 1.01 THE CUP RUNNETH OVER
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evie-carnahan · 9 months
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Schitt's Creek 1.01 "Our Cup Runneth Over"
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roseapothecary · 10 months
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@lgbtqcreators event 14 ♡ growth ↳ schitt's creek discord profiles [insp][template]
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forbescaroline · 1 year
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favorite platonic relationships: david rose and stevie budd “Sometimes I forget what life was like before I knew you.”
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lvcygraybaird · 8 days
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♪ this is love, love, love, love ♪ precious love ♪ this is precious love ♪ and it's teaching me to be a better man ♪ this is precious love, precious love ♪
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daeneryssansa · 4 months
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SCHITT'S CREEK 6.03, The Job Interview
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swearphil · 1 year
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BARBIE POSTERS
feat. Schitt’s Creek residents (insp)
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Our farm witch friends really delivered with their faves last month and we're here this week to share the last of that list. Thank you to everyone who responded to pass along the fics you love and help keep this fandom reading (and writing)!
Check these community fave works out and leave the authors some love!
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Bound by symmetry (barelypink) “I am and always will be a sucker for a slow burn. This one is a diamond.”
Goodwill (@spiders-hth-is-an-outlier) “I don't know why I love this as much as I do. It's really sad, but also really joyful. It unfolds so beautifully. I love all the introspection. And the socks. I'll always love the socks.” 
If not now (MoreHuman, swat117) “There is no truer test of a relationship than all the time in the world.”
If you say run, I’ll run with you (upbeat) “Wonderful, different take on the wedding.”
Language of Love (pandorasdaydream) “This series takes the 22 min tv episodes and fills in the moments we don’t see. David and Patrick are fleshed out, while staying true to Dan Levy’s characters. The series is beautifully written and developed.”
Left unsaid (@treepyful) “A very detailed day in the life of a rare pair in the Fandom. Like, so so detailed. But every word is glorious and intentional, and somehow, though there's only like 6 words of dialog in the entire fic, so much gets said. Also, there's one of the most incredible descriptions of a thunderstorm that I've ever read.”
Neither snow, nor rain (middyblue) “Christmas slow-burn.”
Post hoc ergo propter hoc (various) “I love all of the installments in this political AU because I liked the West Wing a lot but it was never queer enough. This series has all the humor and dialogue and romance and Queer Feelings (tm) you might ever wish for in a beltway workplace drama, plus President Johnny Rose and Stevie Budd as his (eventual) chief of staff.” 
Prismatic (thetrustytaco) **WIP**  “You only see b&w until you get close to your soulmate! Gah! Not finished but so good so far!!”
Sleepless (@wellschitt) “This fic is funny, sexy, and full of heart, and at just over 10k, it's the perfect length for a reread (or in my case many, many rereads) when you need a quick pick me up on a stressful day.”
Time until the end of time (@ships-to-sail, yourbuttervoicedbeau (@kiwiana-writes)) “I've been into the idea of a waiting room on the way to the after life for a long time, and this piece totally does our characters justice. If you have an ache in your life, it will knead it and might even heal you a bit.”
Value added (theMaura) “Short. Hilarious.”
Vampires Are People Too! (@petrodobreva) “It's a rare thing indeed for a fic author to create a unique, fully realized alternative world while still holding on to the spirit of the canon work that we all know and love, but that's exactly what petrodobreva manages to pull off in this teen vampire AU.” 
Winning the Game (@ladyflowdi) “One of the most hilarious laugh-out-loud fics in the fandom.” 
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lovelydrusilla · 1 year
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me, whenever i rewatch schitt's creek and get to season 3 episode 8
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hippolotamus · 5 months
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Sunday Sentences 📴
Tagged by the super talented @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 my love @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela Thank you loves 🥰
I'm bouncing between a few things today. First, the Lutalia drabble/ficlet/who-knows-what I posted about yesterday
Natalia glances at Buck’s text, then types out a quick thanks before putting her phone on Do Not Disturb. She mentally chastises herself for forgetting to do so when she came back from lunch. It’s her general policy during work hours so nothing disturbs the energy when meeting with clients. She must have been in such a rush that she forgot. Fuck. Now she has to put Lucy, and whatever might have happened, out of her head before the Stover’s are due to arrive in the next ten minutes.  Thankfully they’re finalizing details, and not creating a whole new plan, but that doesn’t lessen the importance. Overlooking a single detail can be the difference between a positive experience or a stressful one.
And (hopefully) wrapping up Secret Fic!
“I see.” David settles on her bed with his plate, making a circular gesture with his free hand. “So, you’ve got, like, a Holly GoLightly vibe going with her then.” “Who the fuck is Holly GoLightly?” Stevie sits next to him with her own plate, legs criss-crossed in front of her.  David gives her a mock glare as he begins to talk around a mouthful of pepperoni. “Audrey Hepburn. Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” “Well, that’s going straight on the list,” he adds when she still shows no signs of recognition.  She ignores his obvious disappointment in her cinematic knowledge. “Ted still hasn’t found anyone.”  [Redacted] She needs Ted to come up with someone sooner rather than later.  [Redacted] “Are you sure you want him to?”
no pressure tagging @exhuastedpigeon @thekristen999 @loserdiaz @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @underwater-ninja-13 @fortheloveofbuddie @callmenewbie @eowon @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @welcometololaland @apothecarose LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @elvensorceress @spagheddiediaz @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @weewootruck @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @evaneds @maygrantgf @lemonzestywrites @buckbuckgoose and anyone else who wants to share 😘
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khwabonkeparindey · 2 years
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Okay, not to put any of the blame on you in this situation. Obviously, Patrick should've told you he had a fiancé. But why didn't you ask him? If he had a secret fiancé? Well, no, but did you guys not talk about your dating history?
SCHITT’S CREEK (2015-2020) 4.08 THE JAZZAGUY
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scfrozenover · 4 months
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It's the last day of reveals! We hope you've enjoyed all the wonderful holiday fics so far, and here are a few more tasty treats!
Creator reveals will begin one week from today (12/30)!
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DAY SIX REVEALS
Merry Christmas, David Rose
[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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A Cold Winter's Night
[David/Patrick, T, 5,148 words]
They fell asleep not long after sliding between the covers, Patrick spooning David, as they often did, already dreaming of the white Christmas he hoped they’d wake up to, and the prospect of sharing more Brewer holiday traditions with his husband in the morning.
What he didn’t expect was to wake up in the wee hours of the morning with chattering teeth and David clinging to him like a koala bear, not to mention a distinct chill in the air that was most definitely not right.
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Johnny on the Spot
[David/Patrick, G, 3,727 words]
Patrick and David visit the Brewers for Christmas for the first time since Patrick has moved to Schitt's Creek.
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we'll take a cup of kindness yet
[David & Rachel, G, 1,945 words]
He hasn’t actually seen Rachel since that fateful day at the motel. She didn’t come to the wedding, though she was invited. He knows that she and Patrick have been talking more and more, trying to work their way across the crevasse of time and history to becoming what they always should have been, which is best friends. David’s interactions with her have been minimal, though, and he definitely wasn’t expecting to see her here—he doesn’t do well with surprises, especially when that surprise is his husband’s ex-fiancée looking at mediocre cheese.
David runs into Rachel while on an errand for Marcy and it's definitely not weird at all.
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[podfic] Friends and Family Night
[Stevie/Twyla, G, 17:01]
“I want to meet Twyla,” David said as he plopped into a seat next to Stevie’s desk. She raised her eyebrows at him in what she hoped was a very clear ‘no.’
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Aka, the Score adjacent fic where David wants to meet Stevie's girlfriend Twyla.
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CREATORS: If your works were released today, please don’t forget to update your posting date!
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alexisrosemullens · 1 year
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29Forever - @challengerblue​ asked 🎭 + Stevie Budd + don’t wake me
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stereopticons · 9 days
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fic pride friday
Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.
Thanks for the tags, @rmd-writes and @kiwiana-writes! I struggled with this because apparently I’ve never written anything in my life! So I’m sure once I post this, I’ll go oh damn I can’t believe I forgot x!
Tagging @hippolotamus @blackandwhiteandrose @rosedavid @indestructibleheart @mostlyinthemorning @filet-o-feelings @nontoxic-writes
Under the cut because it’s a lot of words
a long winter of indifference
The gap between their bodies is maybe six inches at most, but to David, it feels like miles. That little sliver of Egyptian cotton might as well be the Marianas Trench for as impossible as it feels to traverse, and every night they don’t cross it, it gets a little wider.
The crack on David’s heart gets a little wider, too.
David isn’t sure when it all started, can’t pinpoint a moment when it all began to fall apart. It was insidious; by the time he noticed something was wrong, the chasm between them had already formed.
If pressed, David would probably say it started with Clint’s heart attack around Thanksgiving. Though it was relatively minor—thankfully—the recovery was still long, and Patrick put a lot of miles on his old Toyota driving between Schitt’s Creek and West Canthor. David tried his best to be supportive, but the stress of keeping the store running while Patrick was away, of sleeping alone more nights than not, of constantly worrying about the Brewers—all of them—was caustic and ate away at the soft parts of him. The strain caused Patrick to shut down and to shut David out.
By the time Patrick was able to return to their lives, the holiday rush was in full swing. Neither of them had the time or energy to deal with anything that wasn’t the store, let alone the ever expanding rift between them.
The resulting infinitesimal shift in their marriage grew and swelled with each little stressor—the anemic sales throughout December putting a strain on their savings, the damage the cottage sustained in an early January snowstorm, all the little swipes and jabs they’ve taken at each other in the intervening months—and now David is staring at the rigid line of his husband’s back, afraid that something’s been irreparably damaged.
It’s been a long time since things felt this hopeless.
tangle and stretch
Patrick is thirty-two years old when David asks him if he believes in soulmates, and this time, he’s prepared.
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation.
David turns to stare at him. “You do?”
“You seem surprised.”
“Well…yeah,” David replies, still staring at him with his mouth hanging open. “I mean, you are the numbers guy.”
“Ouch, David,” Patrick teases. David rolls his eyes. “Do you want to know why I believe in soulmates?” David looks hesitant, his still-ever-present fear that the other shoe is going to drop evident on his face. Patrick takes his hand gently. “I didn’t used to. But when I was ten, I saw a boy on the cover of a magazine.”
Patrick tells him about the magazine, about the Christmas cards, about watching A Little Bit Alexis. About losing him and finding him again years later at a moment that he sorely needed him. By the end, they’re both in tears.
“That’s why I believe in soulmates, David,” Patrick says, gingerly wiping a tear from David’s cheek with his thumb. “Because how else can I explain how I ended up here?”
your secret’s safe with me
Of all the Big Relationship Moments in all those rom-coms David made her watch, Stevie never expected that “picking your lover up at the airport after a long time apart” would be a thing that she’s into. There’s nothing romantic or sexy about airports in general; in fact, airports are probably the exact opposite of everything she finds attractive. But despite all of that, there’s butterflies in her stomach and a tingling at the base of her spine when she sees Ruth appear at the top of the escalator leading down to baggage claim. It only intensifies when Ruth spots her and breaks into a wide grin.
They don’t leap into each other’s arms, but it’s a close thing.
“Hi,” Ruth murmurs, her breath ghosting across Stevie’s neck as Ruth pulls her into a hug. Stevie inhales deeply, wrapping herself in the scent of Ruth–a strangely intoxicating mix of her fancy perfume and the scent of paper and ink. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” Stevie sighs, sinking into the embrace. She’s never been one for public displays of affection outside of making out in bars, but it’s been too long. She leans up and presses a kiss to Ruth’s soft lips, relishing the taste of her mango lip balm and the coffee she must have had on the plane. It’s a relatively chaste and quick kiss because, well, airports. But it still kindles a small fire low in Stevie’s belly, one that she hopes they’ll have plenty of time to tend to later.
let my love fix you up
He’s not able to finish the sentence but he doesn’t need to. Patrick already knows. He can’t say he hasn’t had the same feelings bubble up inside him, like when the store was robbed or when David was in a car accident last winter. It’s the price of loving someone, he supposes, the crushing fear of losing them.
with a hand on your side of the bed
Last night was a revelation, in more ways than one. Of course it was wonderful to have the privacy to finally connect, and he’s certainly keen to repeat the experience, preferably as soon as possible. But he was surprised to realize how nice it was just to be able to fall asleep together, and even nicer to wake to find Patrick still there. He hadn’t quite dared to hope for it—there were too many mornings back in his old life that he woke up alone and lonely in a bed far too big for one. But Patrick stayed. And despite the morning breath and the under-eye bags and whatever crime his hair was committing, Patrick still brushed a curl off his forehead and kissed him and told him he was beautiful.
And how, after all of that, is David expected to go back to sleeping alone?
Sighing again, he flips over on his side and picks up his phone. The glow of the screen lights up the room and he squints at it as his eyes adjust. He wants to text Patrick, but he’s likely already asleep. And anyway, what would he say? It seems too early in the relationship to say sleeping in your arms ruined me for ever being able to sleep without you, no matter how true it might be. (Actually, the truth of it scares David more than a little. It’s too soon to think like this, in always and forever but he can’t help it.) He could just say I miss you, because that’s just as true, but he doesn’t want to come across as too needy. They’re already past the point in a relationship when people usually get tired of him, so he feels like he’s living on borrowed time.
His phone vibrates in his hand and a notification from Patrick pops up.
Can’t sleep. Miss you. Thinking about last night.
Before he types out a response, David hides his smile behind his hand, even though there’s no one around to see it.
coming home to you
Stevie thought that if she ever got the chance, she’d put the town in her rearview mirror and never look back, but the chances did come, from David first, then from Mr. Rose, and both times she chose to stay. Somewhere along the line, sometime between when the Roses crash landed in her life and when they left again (some of them, anyway), the town grew on her.
It’s been years now, but every time they pull into the cottage’s driveway after she’s been away, she thinks back to that afternoon when she and David sat on the hood of her car and she told him he’d won. It’s been years now, but it’s still true. And maybe she won a little bit, too.
the lie between your teeth
David spent years meticulously building up walls, brick by brick, protecting the already charred exterior of his marshmallow heart. It only took Patrick a few minutes to find the tiniest chink in David’s armor, a few days to pull down the highest walls, flaying him bare in a way that so few people have been able to.
After that, David just gets angry. Angry at Patrick, angry at his parents for landing them in this situation, angry at Uncle Eli for the same, angry at everyone, but worst of all, he’s angry at himself. He should have had better self-preservation instincts than this, should have known that landing in a ridiculously-named tiny town in rural Ontario wasn’t going to fundamentally change the course of his relationships.
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