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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: June 24

2019

Are We There Yet? [david/patrick, G, 6,136] by @rideswraptors

After David finishes his dance for Patrick, he wants to make good on more olive branches, but he's not ready to dig into his past yet. He picks the "show" in Show and Tell.

Father and Son [david/patrick, G, 920] by @stargatewars

Johnny offers some support and advise to David before his wedding.

Lead Us Not Into Temptation [david/patrick, E, 2,854] by @play-detectives

David finds out that Patrick went to Catholic school, and they try something in the bedroom that would 100% be frowned upon by the church.

2020

Acts of Service [david/patrick, E, 3,962] by @streetlampsunset

Patrick tells David he loves him, but the things Patrick does to show him mean so much more. David finds a way to show Patrick just how much he appreciates him. Five acts of service Patrick does for David and one David does for Patrick.

And If Your Heart Wears Thin. [david/patrick, G, 1,170] by thisisfromawhileago

A little something that got stuck in my head as a group of us were discussing David and Patrick: Disaster Dads universe. Open Mic Nights became a semi-annual event at Rose Apothecary.Usually both David and Patrick would be present for the event, but once they had Eloise and Mariah in their lives, David usually stays home with the girls. David was both outright pleased and secretly disappointed.

Curl your words up into the air [david/patrick, E, 2,229] by @kiwiana-writes

There’s a long pause. “Giving you what you needed,” Patrick says finally, understanding dawning on his face. “Being the one who… who made that happen for you.” “Mm-hm,” David says triumphantly. “Service top.” “Will you please stop saying service top?”

Four Times Patrick Almost Bumped into Rachel in Schitt’s Creek (and One Time He Did) [david/patrick, G, 3,500] by fairmanor

An imagining of all the other times Patrick could have met Rachel in Schitt's Creek in 4x07, The Barbecue.

If I Had $1,000,000 - Schitt's Creek [gen, G, vid] by @januarium

The Rose family used to have several million dollars. Now they don't.

No Shame in That [david/patrick, G, 499] by @maxbegone

He’s sharing a bottle with a very exhausted-looking Stevie when, her makeup caked under her eyes from sweating under the spotlights. Patrick takes a swig and passes it right back to her as David walks in holding an obnoxiously large bouquet of flowers. For the kissing prompt: #5 comfortable kiss

Things You Said [david/patrick, G, 557] by thisisfromawhileago

Based off the tumblr prompts Things You Said

Value Added [david/patrick, T, 1,708] by TheMaura

Patrick has spent his idle time during quarantine being physically active. The results are ... very nice.

2021

O Little Town of... [david/patrick, T, 5,852] by kostia

I used to write letters to Santa. And I wrote to him for ages after I learned he wasn’t real. After I learned there wasn’t any sleigh, no workshop, no reindeer, no elves. After I learned there was no such thing as magic. “Oh, my poor sweet boy,” interjected Marcy. “There’s always been magic.” “I know that,” answered David. “At least, I do now.”

The Kindness of Strangers [david/patrick, T, 5,797] by @different-but-the-same

“...unless you were into candy ravers with asymmetrical haircuts and a lot of pacifier necklaces, I think our paths probably crossed at the right time.” History will probably show that David and Patrick’s paths did, in fact, cross at the right time. Make that times. Because prior to that day at Ray’s, they’d already met. Twice. They just don’t remember. Probably.

The New Kid On the Block [gen, G, 2,367] by @fictasticvoyage

A stranger shows up looking for David and has a big surprise for the Rose family.

With four words on the tip of my tongue [david/patrick, E, 962] by @kiwiana-writes

It’s not David’s fault. It’s not. It’s bad timing and too much ridiculous, cheesy porn.

2022

Free Fallin' [david/patrick, T, 5,786] by HowOldAreWe

Patrick sat at the upper window of their house, looking out at the impossible labyrinth that sprawled out in all directions, then up to the horizon, and repeated to himself, " It was worth it. He was worth it.” An Icarus story in which Patrick is the son of the world's most brilliant inventor, and David, heir to the throne, is trapped in his unsolvable Labyrinth. Everyone lives happily ever after.

His David [david/patrick, G, 600] by @legalgal421

Patrick wakes up early and admires the David only he gets to see. A fluffy little ficlet that I needed and decided to write.

In the Cards [david/patrick, T, 3,103] by @mostlyinthemorning

A bookshop isn’t David’s first choice for a hook-up with a stranger. Luckily for him, Patrick isn’t interested in a hook-up.

odds n ends, unfinished business, and scenes alluded to [david/patrick, E, 2,503] by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries

A place to collect ficlets that answer unanswered questions, or address loose ends, in other Poutini fics. In other words, when I think I'm being cheeky and then someone calls me on it. Generally speaking, it's a WIP, but specifically, it's not.

Rescue Mission [david/patrick, T, 6,275] by @aoubooming

Under Ronnie's supervision upon the ship Schitt Flies, David and Stevie monitor the situation on Earth and are under strict orders to observe and report, but never interfere. When the man who always wears a blue shirt leaves his fiance and hometown, ending up stranded on an Amish farm, David comes up with a plan to save him.

the greatest thing you'll ever learn [david/patrick, T, 14,906] by @patrickredactedbrewer

Five things Patrick and David learned for each other and one thing they learned together.

to david, with love [david/patrick, T, 2,059] by @roseapothecary

“Oh, come on,” Rachel says, loosely waving one of her hands. “Don’t you remember when he was totally head-over-heels for Josh back in college? He bought him that ridiculously expensive snow globe?” It washes over David’s head like a bucket of ice water. It doesn’t help that the entire room goes silent. “What… Um, what was that?” His voice lilts almost an entire octave. Or: Patrick gets David a really nice gift for his birthday. Rachel spills some beans. Moves are made.

2024

I'm so glad you're mine. [david/patrick, T, 1,908] by anonymous

Patrick has been interested in David for a lot longer than anyone knows. This is Patrick's side of a conversation with a therapist.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2023 2019: 3 fics/9,910 words 2020: 8 fanworks (7 fics, 1 vid)/13,631 words 2021: 4 fics/14,978 words 2022: 7 fics/25,232 words 2024: 1 fic/1,908 words Total: 23 fanworks (22 fics, 1 vid)/75,659 words

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I mean...how can you look at Tommy and Buck and not have 10 new fic ideas imediatly?

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Post-reconciliation, where they have a first time that they didn't get around to during their first go at the relationship and maybe that was on purpose on the part of one of them (Tommy?) and something the other didn't realize was being avoided, but it's happening now and it's like a sign of trust.

The first time they fucked, Tommy had insisted on bottoming. 

That had worked for Buck. He was ready, but he wasn’t ready ready. He hadn’t known how to put that into words at that time, and he had been grateful to have Tommy guiding him. Tommy had gotten himself ready while Buck had watched. He’d stayed on his hands and knees and instructed Buck to fuck him from behind. It was deeper that way, he’d said. Easier. 

It had been different for Buck at first, lining himself up and looking down over a broad back, but the tight clutch of Tommy’s hole was so delicious that Buck had been surprised he didn’t come on the first press inside. He’d even held out long enough to start to get a sense of what Tommy liked, how he wanted it, what to do to wring some incredibly hot and undignified sounds out of him. Buck had come with his face pressed into Tommy’s spine, and the only thought in his head had been again. It was hot. It was fucking incredible. 

They had fucked like that a few times, when they went further than hands and mouths and simple grinding. Buck memorized the constellations of freckles on Tommy’s back. Soon, though, the way that Tommy threw himself back on Buck’s dick and moaned in such deep pleasure had made Buck too curious about how it felt to wait any longer to try it himself. Tommy had started Buck off with fingers first, slowly moving one, two, then three of his thick fingers inside of Buck; stretching and massaging and wringing an orgasm out of Buck so good that he’d been left drooling against Tommy’s chest until his brain came back online. 

When Buck was ready, Tommy had put him on his back and fucked him gently, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. When none arose, and when Buck dug his heels into the small of Tommy’s back on instinct and begged for it harder, Tommy, please, Tommy had given Buck his first taste of just how good bottoming could be. It had only gotten better from there. 

After that first time, Buck had bottomed more than Tommy did. He hadn’t thought about it like that—he hadn’t thought about it at all. He just started kissing Tommy, rubbing on Tommy, touching Tommy’s broad chest, and then all he wanted to do was feel Tommy inside him, Tommy all around him, enveloping him, Tommy kissing his lips and neck with tender possessive passion, Tommy sweating and grunting into his mouth and telling him how good he was while that fat cock hit places inside of Buck that turned him into a mewling, brainless animal. It was intense. It was addicting. It was the most treasured Buck had ever felt. 

Tommy had seemed happy with the way their dynamic was progressing, and it’s not like he’d never bottomed again during their relationship. He’d done it all the time: bent over the kitchen island, up against the shower wall, on his hands and knees on the bed or the couch or the floor. Buck had fucked Tommy like that and never thought about it beyond yes good Tommy yes. Tommy had moaned and pushed back against him, and that same magic that always brewed between them popped and fizzed and bubbled over. Tommy rode Buck hard and pushed his hands down on Buck’s chest to keep him flat on the bed while Tommy took what he wanted. It was hot. 

So Buck hadn’t thought about it. From the beginning, he had been struck with the near inability to think much around Tommy at all. Their relationship had been such a fuckdrunk blur of easy pleasure and simple joy that Buck hadn’t been able to see that Tommy had been avoiding receiving the intimacy that he gave to Buck. 

That changes after they get back together. 

They’re laying in bed one lazy morning about a month into their second try, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and naked from the night before and still giddy about being allowed to have this again. Buck rolls on top of Tommy, settling between his legs without breaking their kiss, and thinking nothing of it. He starts grinding down on Tommy, Tommy ruts up against him, and their breathing turns from sweet sighs to harsh, hungry exhales. 

Buck leans up onto his knees, forcing Tommy’s legs further apart. They wrap around Buck’s hips like a hug, keeping him close. It feels so good to have Tommy around him like this, their limbs tangled and bodies pressed together like they could fuse into one. There’s something different about it that Buck can’t quite put his finger on, but he doesn’t chase the thought. He has more important things on his mind. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Buck breathes against Tommy’s mouth. 

“Yeah.” Tommy nods and kisses Buck harder. “Want you to fuck me. Want you. Fuck, Evan, just like this.” He wraps his arms around Buck and pulls him closer, closer; tightens his legs around Buck’s hips to grind against him better and whines when Buck leans more of his weight down onto him. 

Tommy wasn’t this clingy the first time around, didn’t make these kinds of noises, and Buck is living for it now. He has to lean away and untangle himself a little to find the lube, but the brief moment of separation is worth it when he slides two slick fingers into Tommy and Tommy howls; head thrown back and gorgeous thick neck calling to Buck’s lips like a siren song. Buck kisses, bites, sucks, and Tommy’s moans only spur him on. He knows he’s leaving marks, and Tommy knows he’s leaving marks, and still Tommy holds Buck’s head to his neck in acceptance of Buck’s claim. 

Buck teases and stretches Tommy. He’s still pretty loose from last night, when Buck had fucked him face down into the mattress, hard hard hard as hard as you can Evan, please, I’m yours Evan please please take me. 

That had been different, too. That had been incredible.

Tommy moans and squirms and pushes back against Buck’s fingers, writhes against Buck’s body, and Buck has never, never seen him this openly desperate before. He’s always enthusiastic, but there’s usually a bit of snark still clinging to the edges of his self control. All of that is gone now. This is pure need. 

Buck pulls away from Tommy’s neck to kiss his lips again, to sip these beautiful and unprecedented sounds right from the source, but he stops short when he sees the tears in Tommy’s eyes. 

“Hey,” Buck says softly, stopping the movement of his fingers. “Hey, what’s going on?” 

Tommy shakes his head and lets out a string of jumbled words. “Just need you. Need you like this. You’re- Evan, it’s you, please. Please fuck me like this.” 

Buck doesn’t understand. He hesitates, unsure if he should take Tommy at his word or stop altogether until Tommy can really tell him what’s going on. Then Tommy squeezes his legs around Buck’s hips again and whispers please more breathy than Buck has ever heard from him before, and understanding washes over Buck like a hot shower. 

“We’ve never fucked like this before,” he says, incredulous. “You’ve fucked me like this, but you’ve never- you always keep your distance when you bottom. I never realized…” Buck trails off, just looking at Tommy until he nods. “But it- it’s different now?” 

Tommy strokes up and down Buck’s back. “It’s different now. I wanted it before, but it was too… too real. Too vulnerable.” He blinks away tears. “You would’ve kissed me while you fucked me, all- all big on top of me like this, all around me, and I… god, Evan, it just would’ve been everything. I would have lost myself in you, no coming back. And it felt like if I let myself have that, it would’ve hurt too much when you left.” 

“I’m not leaving,” Buck reminds him. “I wasn’t going to then, either.” 

“I know. I know that now. I trust that. That’s why I want you to fuck me like this. I want to kiss you while you’re inside me, I want…” One tear tracks down the crinkles around Tommy’s eyes as he smiles up at Buck, lips quivering. “I want to let you in.” 

Now Buck could cry too. He leans down and kisses Tommy, cradling his precious face in one hand. He tries to kiss every bit of emotion that he’s feeling into Tommy’s mouth: the wonder, the honor of being trusted like this, the joyful hope. Tommy kisses back and holds onto the back of Buck’s head like he can’t get enough. 

Buck starts moving his fingers again and Tommy moans between their mouths. Buck swallows it down greedily. He’s aching with love, with pride, with protectiveness. He always wants to be good for Tommy, but this feels different: he wants to be good to Tommy. He wants Tommy to feel as loved as Tommy makes Buck feel—as loved as Tommy is. Buck presses and stretches his fingers inside of Tommy, and Tommy writhes with it. 

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m ready,” Tommy breathes into Buck’s mouth. “Need you.” 

Tommy chases Buck’s lips as he pulls away. Tommy’s cheeks are flushed, his pupils are blown wide, and naked desire is written clear across his face. He’s gorgeous—even more than he usually is. Buck has never been tempted to use the word wanton to describe Tommy before, but the needy limbs wrapped around him and the whiny little breaths that hit Buck’s face every time he presses his fingers in make the word stick in his mind. 

“I like you like this,” Buck says. “I like you so open.” 

Tommy whines again and tosses his head back against the pillow. “Evan, please.” 

Buck doesn’t make Tommy wait any longer. He pulls his fingers out gently, gets lube onto his already leaking dick, and presses inside. 

Sinking into Tommy feels like a dream. Warm, wet, tight; arms and legs clinging to Buck’s body like they never have before. Buck shivers and moans and hides his face in Tommy’s neck for a moment while they both adjust. He kisses the skin, licks the sweat, bites the muscle. Tommy rumbles a deep, content noise in his chest, and starts to rock his hips against Buck. 

Buck thrusts shallow and gentle at first, testing how Tommy wants it. They’re in unprecedented waters: Buck doesn’t know if Tommy wants to be fucked hard and fast to match his earlier desperation or if this new position—this new deepening of Tommy’s trust in him—calls for something softer and more intimate. 

Buck untucks his face to check on Tommy. The sight nearly takes his breath away. Tommy is looking up at Buck with such pure adoration that Buck stutters in his rhythm. He smiles his beautiful smile up at Buck and he looks more content than Buck has ever seen him. No one has ever looked at Buck the way that Tommy does, and Tommy has never let Buck see this depth before. The lines on Tommy’s face are smooth and relaxed, and the tension he usually holds in his shoulders has melted away. Buck can hardly believe that this is for him, because of him. 

His face heats up and his heart soars. He leans down to kiss Tommy, letting Tommy set the pace and tone. Tommy’s lips press back sweetly, languidly, unhurriedly, so Buck matches his thrusts to that same tempo. Tommy sighs into his mouth; a deep, rich, contented thing. Being able to give Tommy what he wants—being trusted to give Tommy exactly what he has truly wanted for a while; what he has needed and denied himself—sends a shiver of pleasure down Buck’s spine. 

Buck hadn’t realized how much he had been craving this particular form of intimacy. The way they press into one—the way Tommy is wrapped around him in a full-body hug, squeezing him, keeping him together; the way Buck is covering Tommy, warm and protective, thrusting into him slow and sweet—is richly, achingly, indescribably bone-deep satisfying. Buck kisses Tommy as he fucks into him and he can’t believe he didn’t notice that he had been missing this. 

This is what Tommy needs, and it’s what Buck needs, too. Buck is used to being the one who clings. It feels incredible to be clung to, and to know that Tommy not only welcomes but craves the heavy weight of Buck on top of him. Tommy said that it would be everything, and Buck thinks he’s exactly right. 

Buck’s knee slips on the sheet so he hitches his hips off-rhythm to fix his position. He hits a new angle and Tommy moans high and reedy, writhing under Buck to get him to hit that angle again. Buck does. Tommy shudders and kisses Buck faster, harder, licks his way into Buck’s mouth with more force. Buck fucks into Tommy at the same speed, responding to the quickening pace of Tommy’s need. Tommy moans and whines and Buck swallows the sounds down deep inside of himself. He earned those. 

His stomach rubs over Tommy’s cock with every thrust. Buck relishes the way that Tommy ruts up into the small wet patch he’s leaking between their bodies, ruts up against the hair on the soft give of Buck’s strong lower stomach in desperate little hitches. Tommy’s movements get faster, less coordinated, more slippery, and he digs his hands into Buck’s back hard enough to leave marks. 

“Evan,” Tommy pants, his body curling tighter and tighter into itself. “Evan, I’m-” 

“I know,” Buck says, and he does. Tommy is so open under him, not hiding a thing as he writhes and ruts and moans. Buck can feel every muscle of Tommy’s body moving so freely against his own. Even without the rich familiarity Buck has with Tommy’s body, he’d be able to tell how close Tommy is. “I know, I can feel you. I can feel all of you like this. Wanna feel you come for me. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

Tommy’s arms tighten, his legs tighten, and his moans pitch higher. It’s not long before he’s clamping down around Buck and spilling hot and wet between them, crying out loud and unabashed. Buck watches the pleasure wash over Tommy’s face and only manages three more thrusts before he’s following Tommy over the edge. He feels primal and possessive as he comes deep inside of Tommy. Tommy is his. Tommy wants to be his. Tommy is letting himself be Buck’s. 

Tommy had been worried about losing himself in Buck. Buck hadn’t been worried about that. Buck lost himself in Tommy the first moment he saw him. This—fucking Tommy so intimately, being pressed practically head-to-toe against Tommy’s sweaty body, coming inside of him, being fully enveloped by him—doesn’t feel like getting lost. It feels like coming home. 

They stay tangled up together as they come down. Tommy holds Buck tight to himself, and Buck has no desire to be anywhere else. He kisses Tommy, kisses over his jaw and his cheek and his throat; gentle, tender, lingering presses of his lips to Tommy’s skin. He wants Tommy to know how loved he is, how treasured, how safe his heart is in Buck’s hands. 

Tommy sighs, soft and warm and uncharacteristically earnest. He doesn’t pull away and he doesn’t push Buck away. He runs shaking fingers through Buck’s hair and presses Buck closer to him. With each kiss, he relaxes and sinks back heavier into the bed. With each kiss, he holds Buck closer. 

They don’t move for a long, long time.

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a good sailor will always return to the sea

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"people who stay up at night are either insomniac or In love" people who stay up at night read gay fanfiction on AO3 what are you on about?

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Oh boy this was a great day, one of my favorites of my own! And an excellent one from @blackandwhiteandrose

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: June 10

2019

Farewell Rosebud [david/patrick, T, 4,031] by @stargatewars

As Patrick tried David for the third time in five minutes, Twyla appeared from the cafe.She ran over to him, and spoke the words that sent a chill of fear down Patrick’s body.‘The motels on fire.’ Before Patrick could respond he was running.

like i'm gonna lose you [david/patrick, G, 2,000] by my_middle_name_is_awkward

“I love you so much, David, and even just imagining something bad happening sent me sent me to a very dark place,” David allowed Patrick to step into his space and Patrick took the opportunity to hug him tightly. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Don’t worry about the stolen products, it doesn’t matter,”

singing my songs in the street [patrick & alexis, G, 1,069] by @ohlafraise

He puts Alexis's flirting out of his mind until David hip checks him as they carry out boxes, Alexis sitting on the counter playing with her phone. He can see the muscles bulging in David’s arm under his ridiculous sweatshirt. He smiles Patrick’s way, and it feels like a fire has been lit in Patrick’s belly, low and bright. “Hey Alexis,” he panics, “do you want to get dinner tonight?”

The Sidelines [david/patrick, T, 5,356] by wildhoneypie

An AU where David becomes a wedding and event planner after the Roses lose everything. And Patrick is still...Patrick. With apologies for anachronisms, as I haven't seen the latest season.

World of Dreams [david/patrick, G, 2,517] by MadAlien

David and Patrick consider fatherhood.

2020

a falling star fell from your heart (and landed in my eyes) [david/patrick, T, 3,605] by singsongsung

A small voice says, “Uncle David?” and he takes a step to the left, which gives him a view of his niece, who’s standing next to the organic applesauce, her head tilted inquisitively. “Hey, Bea,” he says, abandoning his half-completed display. Beatrice is wearing a charming seersucker dress patterned with white and sapphire stripes, which makes her eyes - Alexis’ eyes - stand out in her little face… and a pair of aggressively pink high tops with velcro straps and Paw Patrol characters on their sides. David stifles a sigh before it escapes. At least his sister tries. She smiles up at him. “I like the birds on your sweater.” David & Beatrice have a heart-to-heart.

Ficlets [david/patrick, E, 8,980] by @well-schitt

1. Neck Kisses 2. The Girl Scouts 3. Refunds 4. The Guest List 5. First (e) 6. Gone (tw) 7. One Condition 8. The Apology 9. Watch it Together (e) 10. Unprecedented 11. Okay, Fine 12. After

Game Night [david/patrick, T, 2,251] by orphan_account

David is a sore loser. So when Patrick suggests a friendly game of Monopoly, he wasn't ready for what David would do.

Kiss cam [david/patrick, T, 1,670] by makkiee

Public embarrassment, just what David fears the most. But maybe it's worth it this time.

While you're making other plans [david/patrick, T, 1,889] by @vivianblakesunrisebay

Patrick, alone with his muffin, thinks about New York. An episode coda to The Pitch/Start Spreading the News.

2021

honey citrus, rose and clove [david/patrick, G, 5,335] by returntosaturn

“The staff consists of exactly one person, so I’d say there’s definitely no homicide division.” “Wait. One person? So that guy is the only one? He was very snippy. Surely there should be some oversight.” “Mhm. Very snippy on giving you a warning?” Stevie quirks an eyebrow, then shrugs. “He seems nice.” “You know him?” David lifts the empty tapenade crate, lets it dangle from one hand. “Wait, do you know him or like… know him, know him? Don’t answer that.”

Lean In [david/patrick, E, 1,625] by @lastchancecafe13

David barely gets to say hello before Sebastien sits back at the table, settling into his usual nonchalance. It’s the kind of attitude that used to have David dropping to his knees in hopes of holding his attention. ——————- David leans in to the moment with Sebastien and takes a little something back for himself.

waiting for lightning [david/patrick, T, 7,071] by @blackandwhiteandrose

David was just about to launch a witty retort Patrick's way when there was another flash of lightning that illuminated the long hall and suddenly everything was very, very dark. David gasped, unprepared for the total absence of light. He could barely find his voice to call out for Patrick. “Where are you?!” “I’m right here, David.”

2022

Alexis' side of the family [david & alexis, G, 874] by artsyspikedhair

Alexis Rose was a protagonist, and her family were mere side characters.

Can You Feel The Hand Of Fate (Reaching Out To Both Of Us) [david/patrick, G, 4,203] by @fictasticvoyage

David and Patrick are both alone and floundering in their lives. Then, they start getting signals that lead them to each other.

discover me discovering you [jake/buck, E, 5,188] by @holdmygum

“You have somewhere to stay tonight?” Evan bites his lip, notices the way that Jake is watching. His skin feels too warm and too tight, little sparks skipping along its surface. When he walked in here he had no idea where he was going to go or what he was going to do next, never having even considered anything sexual with another man, and one beer later he’s pretty sure he’ll be going home with this man he just met. OR Evan makes a pit stop in Canada and learns a lot more about himself than he ever expected. - 911 Pride Week Day 5: self discovery

Shhhhhhhhhh... [david/patrick, E, 5,172] by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries

The tags tell the story. Each chapter will be a standalone.

2023

Sun [david/patrick, G, 100] by @ramonaflow

100 words based on the Tumblr promp: Sun

2024

Taffy [david/patrick, G, 100] by @ramonaflow

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 5 fics/14,973 words 2020: 5 fics/18,395 words 2021: 3 fics/14,031 words 2022: 4 fics/15,437 words 2023: 1 fic/100 words 2024: 1 fic/100 words Total: 19 fics/63,036 words

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This took forever but I’m finally done illustrating the town of Schitt’s Creek!

Prints: RedBubble

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: May 31

2019

Everything He Always Wanted [david/patrick, G, 2,171] by @mostlyinthemorning

A continuation of Patrick and David's visit to Patrick's parents, this time from Clint's perspective.

first winter [david/patrick, G, 2,746] by my_middle_name_is_awkward

Even though he wasn’t going home, he still felt at home with David and his family.

he's got it... [david/patrick, G, 788] by @startswithhope

Here’s another short installment to my missing kisses series, set during “Singles Week” after Alexis and Ted’s kiss in the Cafe. I always wanted to see David's re-do of the "I love you" scene, with the tea this time, so I wrote my version of it.

next to you is where i call home [david/patrick, T, 6,086] by @thegrayness

“Okay, but—the tile samples.” David gestured wildly, wrists reaching Alexis-levels of limpness. “The tile samples are here, right?” -- David and Patrick buy, renovate, and make their house a home.

T Minus 1 [david/sebastien, E, 5,193] by @spiders-hth-is-an-outlier

Nobody in this room thinks this is a seduction. God, could you even imagine?

you go down smooth [david/patrick, T, 5,158] by @horsegirlimogentemult

“Well, David, I think we’ve got ourselves an exclusivity deal.” David does his closed-lip half-smile that means he’s thrilled as he reaches to meet Patrick’s hand. “I must’ve really outbid all your other prospective vendors,” he jokes. “Ohh, I haven’t met with any other vendors.” -- Patrick has his own home-brewed beer, and he's looking for a vendor. Luckily, David owns Rose Apothecary.

2020

A focused moment made [david/patrick, E, 4,812] by @kiwiana-writes

David has an itch he needs scratched.

All To Fashion for Your Hand [david/patrick, G, 901] by @froggierboy

David and Patrick shop for wedding rings together. - They scrolled for a bit, pointing out different rings, rejecting them for various reasons — most of David's first choices could eat three of their mortgage payments, and most of Patrick's first choices simply offended David's aesthetic sensibilities.

Baby Steps [david/patrick, T, 1,313] by @reginahalliwell

Patrick comes up with a list of baby steps to get him into David's lap for the first time. Goal: Sit in David's lap. Step 1: Sit near David. Check! Step 2: Arm around David. Check! Step 3: Feet on David's lap. Step 4: Head in David's lap. Step 5: Sit in David's lap. Sounds easy enough, right?

David's Delicate Follicles [david & stevie, M, 4,211] by @aeliagioia princesstigerlily

Sometime between The Turkey Shoot and Allez-vous David can't stand his new moptop. Stevie offers her assistance.

Gesso [david/patrick, T, 4,973] by swat117

The painting is arresting. A small-scale Helen Frankenthaler meets mixed media. Watery, bright colors bleed over textured fibers. Sand, maybe clay—he can’t tell from this distance—is mixed into some of the paints, lifting them off the canvas. His heart beats a familiar, forgotten thump. A tale of David and art.

Happens to the Best of Us [david/patrick, G, 334] by bigficenergy

His jeans are new. David noticed. Was this the moment?

The 'Rona [david/patrick, G, 1,346] by not_yet_defined

David is a little paranoid. Patrick loves him anyway.

Where Is He Now [david/patrick, G, 3,228] by @blackandwhiteandrose

"Fully expecting one of the usual suspects from around town who liked to pop in around this time of day, Patrick was surprised to find it wasn’t anyone he recognized. The uneasy feeling that had been slowly creeping up his spine became more insistent, harder to ignore." OR Rose Apothecary gets an unexpected visitor on a day Patrick is working alone.

2021

[Podcast] Razzle Dazzle Rosé Voiceteam Podcast Ep#2 - Why Don't We All Be With Us? [gen, M, podcast] by @januarium @kiwiana-writes Little_Black_Bow

In this episode we're talking about all things Jake [surname redacted], everyone's favourite himbo, everybody's ex and nobody's ex.

[Podfic] It's Well Worth the Wait [david/patrick, T, podfic] by @patrickhearteyesbrewer Amanita_Fierce @hullomoon @januarium @kiwiana-writes Little_Black_Bow @petrodobreva @rhetoricalk @schittposting @sunlightsymphony

Patrick lets his hair grow out, David isn't adequately prepared. Podfic of It's Well Worth the Wait by High-Seas-Swan (FangLang).

all love ever does [david/patrick, T, 2,857] by @5ambreakdown

in which david just wants to be a good boyfriend, dammit.

Peep Show [david/patrick, E, 4,876] by @themelancholyvegetable

David works as a dancer at a peep show. Patrick keeps coming back for more.

2022

A Little Rain Must Fall [david/patrick, T, 3,068] by @mostlyinthemorning

It’s the third time this week that David’s gotten caught in the rain and seeing his business partner in his wet clothes is definitely testing Patrick’s professional boundaries. But the rain isn’t David’s fault…or is it?

Come In, Come Out [david/patrick, E, 1,083] by @walnuts-and-berries

Just a lil snippet of David doing something nice for his husband. What is that "something nice" you ask? It's a midday quickie. That's it. That's the fic.

For Better or For Worse [david/patrick, G, 500] by @rosedavid

Patrick tries out a new accessory, and David is not amused.

Nothing About This Was Proper [david/patrick, E, 6,536] by @missgeevious

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.

raindrops on Roses [david/patrick, E, 2,165] by @blackandwhiteandrose

Because his husband is so finely attuned to everything about David, Patrick looks up, catching David’s gaze like he knew he’d be there. The corners of his mouth quirk up into a slow, sexy smile. “David! Come here…” he coaxes. David practically squawks as his hands flail in front of him, and he shakes his head, the whole of him rejecting the suggestion that he would voluntarily go traipsing outside in these circumstances. “Absolutely not.” Patrick takes a few steps closer along the stepping stone path and stops, raking his hand through his hair to sweep the wet locks back. He holds his hand out, reaching for David. “C’mon, baby.”

What Kind of People Are Afraid of the Rain? [david/patrick, E, 4,277] by @weathereyehorizon

Patrick’s soggy hoodie is lying in a heap by his feet and he is standing in front of them in a thread bare white t-shirt, completely soaked through, and clinging indecently to his body. Patrick's typical wardrobe of professional button downs and casual hoodies have been keeping a lot hidden. Or Stevie helps these idiots figure out their feelings and Patrick is wet for the entirety of this fic.

What the cluck?! [david/patrick, M, 3,193] by @lastchancecafe13

David jumped back, struggling to keep his footing on the uneven ground. He ran to the other end of the bridge, not stopping until he reached the crumbling support column on the far side. As he stood, gasping for breath, the side of the bridge gave way, taking Patrick's car with it. David watched in shock as the car crashed into the creekbed, taking thousands of dollars in products, the rest of his road trip snacks, and his cell phone with it. He thought he could still hear the faint sounds of Adele floating up toward him. ‘Our love ain't water under the bridge, Woah-woah, Say that our love ain't water under the bridge.’

2023

Candy [david/patrick, M, 100] by @ramonaflow

100 words based on the Tumblr prompt: Candy

I'll Be Your Treasure [david/patrick, E, 30,565] by @a-noble-dragon

Dragon Patrick and David are getting married. And you're all invited.

May Days and Nights [david/patrick, M, 14,402] by @tyfinn

Daily ficlets for the month of May based off these wonderful prompts! Tags will be updated as needed.

Something In The Things He Shows Me [david/patrick, T, 3,100] by @fictasticvoyage

I've decided to do the Write 30 Minutes A Day In May American Cancer Society fundraiser challenge, and I'm using a random prompt list that I googled, just to be up front about that. https://www.writerswrite.co.za/31-writing-prompts-for-may-2019/ The chapter titles are the daily prompt. I am thinking it will be fairly PG, but I'll update rating and tags as I go. The concept will be that these are David's journal entries from May 2016, while he and Patrick are getting to know each other while getting RA ready to open and starting to develop bigger feelings, but well before anything happens on Grad Night.

2024

After awhile [david & alexis, G, 257] by @mammameesh

Based on the Crocodile Prompt that became a drabble fail.Maureen takes the Rose siblings and Stevie to a state park to cool off from the summer heat.

Eat Your Greens! [david/patrick, G, 800] by @tyfinn

David shares his love of food with his husband, Stevie, and the rest of the townies.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 6 fics/22,142 words 2020: 8 fics/21,118 words 2021: 4 fanworks (2 fics, 1 podfic, 1 podcast)/7,777 words 2022: 7 fics/20,822 words 2023: 4 fics/48,167 words 2024: 2 fics/1,057 words Total: 31 fanworks (29 fics, 1 podfic, 1 podcast)/121,083 words

[fictasticvoyage]

writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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This is an appreciation post for the fanfic authors who aren’t included on rec lists

For the fanfic authors who don’t get art of their fics

For the fanfic authors who can’t get to 1000/500/100 hits

For the fanfic authors who don’t get comments/reviews

For the fanfic authors who write for small fandoms

For the fanfic authors who write rarepairs or gen fics

For the fanfic authors who get hate for the ships/characters/fandoms they write

For the fanfic authors who write in English despite it not being their first language

For the fanfic authors who don’t write in English

For the fanfic authors who don’t think anyone reads or likes their work

For the fanfic authors who aren’t big name fans

For the fanfic authors who don’t get requests in their inboxes

For the fanfic authors who can’t write stories that are more than a thousand words

For the fanfic authors who only write one ship

For the fanfic authors who are just starting

For the fanfic authors who have been writing fic for years

For the fanfic authors who use fanfic to practice writing

For the fanfic authors who write self-insert fics

For the fanfic authors who write about their OCs

For the fanfic authors who write to vent or cope

For the fanfic authors who are just waiting for their big break

Keep creating, I love you ❤️

[fictasticvoyage]

This event is for all creators! Everyone is welcome–writers, artists, gif makers, video editors, whatever your craft. 

There will be 2 prompts for each week. You can incorporate one or both or create two (or more!) separate works for each week. Feel free to participate as much or as little as you like and to interpret the prompts however you like. You can also combine this event’s prompts with prompts from other events taking place this summer. 

All works should include bucktommy as a romantic relationship.

For anyone adding their work to ao3, there will be a collection on ao3 you can add your works to. The collection on ao3 will be moderated and all fics that are accepted to the collection will be vetted by an event mod. 

There is no word count minimum/maximum - write a drabble or write a full length fic.

All posts on tumblr should include a rating (gen, teen, mature, explicit), any content warnings you would like to include, and the prompt you are filling. You can include a title and tags as well, but they are not mandatory. An example of what the top of a post might look like is:

Title Prompt: full moon / up all night Rated: M | cw: blood, near-death experience Tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort

Please tag this blog and use the tag #bucktommysummerfest to ensure we see your post and can reblog it. 

All tumblr posts reblogged to this blog will also be vetted by mods. Once your post has been added to the queue, a mod will add a "🌞" in the replies of your post to let you know it has been added. If a mod has not replied to your post within 2 days, please send the blog an ask. 

Prompts list

[fictasticvoyage]

Rainbow after a thunderstorm, from my school parking lot, overlooking the jail. 2025

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Growing Love

by coffee_and_glitter @fictasticvoyage

Summary:

Patrick (and some helpers) plant some flowers for David, and a few extra for a good cause.

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On the Road, With Affection

by AuthorByNight @wearpersistencewell

Summary:

Four road trips with David and Patrick.

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