#BWR does drabbles

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Glitter

@schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

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Patrick has never seen anything like it. How something can be so deep and so dark, but still so warm and mesmerizing at the same time.

He wonders how long he can get away with this, until it gets creepy or one of them has to blink.

David is the one who finally cracks, trying to hide a smile as his lashes flutter rapidly. “Okay. I’m pretty sure you have examined my literal soul at this point. What is so fascinating?”

“I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes actually glitter before,” Patrick tells him.  “Everything about you is just… beautiful.”

David blushes.

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Courage

@schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

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Patrick walks briskly back toward Ray’s barely aware of anything around him. He’s breathing too quickly, his heart beating too hard even for his rapid pace.

In another life, it would have been panic that made him respond like this.

But now… he’s exhilarated.

Ecstatic.

Proud.

He finally got the courage to do what he wanted.

Simply because he wanted to.

He’d been so sure of himself in the moment. The bold confidence he’d been missing for so long returned to surge through him again as he made a promise to David.

Oh, I’m gonna get the money.

He will.

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Smutsgiving

Happy Thanksgiving, friends! 

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“Yeah, just like that!” Patrick writhes underneath him, his thighs gripping David’s hips. “Stuff me like a turkey!” he cries.

David grinds to a halt, balls deep inside his husband. “Excuse me, what was that?”

“Nothing! David, please.” Patrick clenches his ass, like the squeeze on David’s cock might make him forget. “Just fuck me.”

“Oh, no, there’s no coming back from that,” David says, pulling out slowly, leaving Patrick empty.

Patrick groans loudly in frustration.

David shifts, re-situating himself alongside Patrick. He draws a finger over the pearly bead at Patrick’s tip. “Maybe I’ll just … gobble and swallow.”

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canvas

@schittscreekdrabbleblog​ word of the week

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Patrick stares at the huge canvas, feeling like he’s missing something in the seemingly random splatters. He knows David saved it for the end of their walk through the Met, so it’s important and he wants to understand. “Why this one?” he asks, giving David’s hand a gentle squeeze.

David takes a deep breath, exhales slowly. “It felt like my life back then. Just chaos. Messy. But I always thought maybe if I looked at it long enough or from the right angle, I’d see something beautiful.”

His heart skips a beat, hopeful. “And now?”

“Now? It looks like joy.”

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spend

@schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

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David pauses, pen hovering above the dotted line waiting for his signature next to Patrick’s on the mortgage paperwork. He stares at the number -  the total amount their monthly payments will be. It’s a lot of money, but it’s also not. In the past, he’d have thought nothing to spend more than that on a meal, a bottle of champagne, or a handful of party pills.

But this is for their home. The shared space where he and Patrick will begin and build their married life together.

Maybe contentment does have a price. It’s right there, in bold black digits.

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necklace

@schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week.

(because of who I am as a person, my brain immediately went a very specific direction with this one.) .

“There might be one more thing,” David says coyly, toying with the collar of Patrick’s midnight blue dress shirt.

“Yeah?” Patrick grins. “You mean we can’t end our tenth monthiversary with just a kiss on the cheek?” He leans in, though, and kisses David’s cheek chastely. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

David smirks. “Oh, just a little gift. Maybe…  jewelry?”

“An interesting choice. Not really my style, though,” Patrick counters.

“I was thinking you’d look good in a pearl necklace,” David tells him.

A second later, Patrick’s eyes light up with understanding and he sinks to his knees.

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fresh/frozen

@schittscreekdrabbleblog words of the week.

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“I’m gonna dry those off,” Patrick declares, hurrying away after haphazardly over-spritzing the fresh vegetables.

As he steps into the back room, he lets out a shaky sigh of relief. There’s a tinge of giddiness in that same breath, a hint of pride.

He finally did it.

He has a date with David.

He thinks about the times he’d tried to find the courage and choked, passing off his question as something else or worse, stood frozen, unable to ask for what he wanted.

But tonight, he has a date. With David.

Six hours and 28 minutes until eight o’clock.

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Number

@schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

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Patrick can hear bits and pieces of the conversation floating down the hall, David’s voice rising in both pitch and volume as he tries to express his displeasure to whomever is on the other end of the phone.

“I’ve never been so upset in my life,” he exclaims and Patrick wonders what could possibly be so egregious to have gotten David into such a snit. It could be any number of things, but it’s been a while since he’s been this worked up.

“Stevie. He watched the next episode! Without me!”

Patrick cringes. It’s going to be a long night.

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echo/cozy

@schittscreekdrabbleblog words of the week...

and I’m gonna apologize in advance for this one. 

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(right)

(feel right)

(you)

(you make me)

David squeezes his eyes shut as he pulls the duvet up over his head, trying to trap whatever warmth he can get in the cozy confines of his bed even if there is no comfort to be found.

(you make me feel right)

The words echo around in his mind, each one ricocheting at a different tempo, all incongruous angles and chaos, until the cacophony is unbearable. 

The ache and the sadness seem all-consuming.

As far as he knows, he’s never made anyone feel anything but wrong.

How dare Patrick tell him differently.

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Snuggle

@schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

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David blinks back at Patrick, incredulous. “They’re the same thing.”

“They very much are not the same thing, David.”

“It’s just semantics!” David argues, hands flying out around him.

Patrick shakes his head, exasperated but fond as always. “Maybe to you.”

David both loves and hates that look. “Please enlighten me so that I, too, can make this distinction.”

“A snuggle is close contact under a blanket on the couch. A cuddle is what we do after really good sex,” Patrick explains in his this-is-serious-business tone.

David purses his lips, annoyed that he can’t really argue with his husband’s logic.

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remind/sled

@schittscreekdrabbleblog words of the week.

(this is companion piece to five-sixteen)

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David would never admit how sentimental he feels, returning to visit the university whenever they’re in town. He loves that everywhere he looks on campus, something reminds him of part of their story.

From where they’re standing on top of the hill where Patrick had somehow talked him into sledding on a stolen tray so long ago, he can see so many things: the baseball field where he watched Patrick play, the fountain where they’d meet up for a kiss between classes, the building their first apartment was in.

He smiles, squeezing his husband’s hand. “Five.”

“Sixteen,” Patrick replies, grinning.

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A collection based on prompts from @schittscreekdrabbleblog, etc.

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for the @schittscreekdrabbleblog‘s word of the week: volunteer “Are you going to be okay, David?” Patrick asks, smoothing his thumb over the frown lines of David’s furrowed brow.

“Unclear,” he replies, leaning into Patrick’s touch. “That is not the kind of information you just volunteer! And I did not need - or want - to hear that!”

Patrick presses a soft kiss to the same spot and another at David’s temple. “I know. I’m sorry this morning has been so traumatic for you already.”

“I think I need another muffin,” David grumbles.

“Of course.”  He grabs his phone to text Stevie as he walks to the cafe. “Wow. 3x, huh?”