#sc drabble

[stargazer56]

Emerald

@schittscreekdrabblechallenge

When the cottage owners called to offer a tour, Patrick was thrilled. The inside needed some work, but he fell in love when he stepped outside. He immediately pictured vegetable gardens, family barbecues on the deck and nights by the fire pit. After they moved in, David created his favorite place in the yard – their double hammock, perfect for unwinding after work, with a book, gentle breeze and beer.

The best nights are when David joins him, head resting on his chest, hand stroking David’s hair, as they sway in the setting sun under the shade of the emerald leaves.

[smallumbrella369]

Word of the week: Scuff

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“David! Where’s the big bandages?”

“In the linen closet. Are you okay?” 

David gasps when he sees Patrick, back from his morning run, with blood running down his shin.

“What happened?!”

“It’s nothing.”

“You’re gushing blood!”

“I just knocked some bark off.”

“You’re not a tree!”

“Scuffed the paint?”

“Are you a car? What—”

“Scraped some meat off—”

“Patrick!”

“Okay! I wiped out coming up the driveway.”

“You were ogling farmer Franklin across the street, weren’t you?”

“David. He’s on his tractor. Shirtless.”

David's jaw drops.

“I’m fine. Go look!”

David kisses Patrick’s forehead. “Bandages first. Then we ogle together.”

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For the @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week.

Victorious

Applause surrounds Patrick as Moira and David take a bow. It's the most ridiculous performance Patrick’s seen in a while –he’d know, hosting open mic nights is eventful– but David looks victorious, wearing one of the rare open smiles he so scarcely shares, and Patrick would watch him sing off-key Christmas carols forever if that were the end result.

He claps louder when David catches his eye looking uncertain, and Patrick realizes he's in love. There’s no other explanation for the feelings constantly consuming him and the absolute truth he now knows: he’d do anything to make David Rose happy.

[obsessedwithdavrick]

Spin

for @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

Not really sure why Patrick gets introversion and David gets tortured, but here we are.

***

Patrick lent his head against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves.

David had told his mother about him. He wasn’t trying to rush him into bed.

He turned to the sink, splashing water over his face.

He wanted to kiss David again.

This time he would instigate it, so that David knew they were on the same page. First, he needed David to know he had misunderstood.

If he was going to get everything he wanted, ongoing honesty was going to be required.

Time to be brave and take charge.

[blackandwhiteandrose]

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.

.

[filet-o-feelings]

Patrick is so thankful to have a desk to sit behind and lean on because the more David attempts to explain his business plan the more Patrick’s head spins.

The idea has potential and it sounds like David knows what he wants, he’s just having trouble articulating it.

Or maybe Patrick is having trouble listening because he’s never been so instantly attracted to anyone in his life. He wants to keep David talking, but he also needs to take some time and consider what this all means.

He hands his business card over and hopes that David will use it.

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[hippolotamus]

Trick or treat!!

Hello, dearest! Earlier this year I started a set of Twylexis drabbles to post during D&P's anniversary week. Sadly, all the inspiration fled and would not come back in time. But I will give you a bit of what is there. Especially considering they pick up where the Wedding drabble prompt left off 🥰 (all word prompts are from @schittscreekdrabbleblog)

Mist

Despite the earlier downpour, the rain has subsided to a fine mist. Enough that people are giving David and Patrick their well wishes and beginning to leave the cafè. Alexis forces herself away from the counter to make sure guests receive their goodie bags packed with samples from the apothecary and mini wine bottles with tuxedo wrappers. She pulls one of the bottles out, realizing her mistake when her chest becomes tight and her vision becomes watery. How many more tears can she cry today? She quickly replaces it and swipes away a stray tear. Maybe nobody noticed. “Lex?” Shit.

Sun

Twyla’s only had the last year to practice everything she couldn’t – didn’t – say before Alexis left. She doesn’t even have to say it all, just one question really.  It seemed so much simpler in her head. But that was before Alexis was standing in her cafè, looking like a daydream with her head thrown back, laughing at something George said. How did Twyla let her go? Alexis turns her attention to Twyla then, glowing like sunshine personified, and oh no she can’t do this. “Hey, Twy,” Alexis says, soft and uncharacteristically shy.  “Hi, Lex.” Breathe. “Can I ask you something?”

Trip

Coming back to Schitt’s Creek is a special kind of hell, even with a professional company taking care of the actual moving. Somehow the truck gets delayed by a week, leaving Alexis with only the contents of her suitcase. Then Roland tries to enforce some imaginary mayoral authority, nearly causing the truck to leave without delivering anything. Thankfully Patrick manages to corral Roland and smooth everything over.  But it’s worth the frustration. Because it gets her Twyla, just across the mattress instead of hundreds of miles away.  “Good morning, babe.” “Yeah.” Twyla snuggles closer, sighing and content. “It really is.”

[hannie-dul-set]

AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING.

p — LEE JENO x female! reader. g — gang leader! jeno, actress! reader, humor, tension tension tension, jeno gets kidnapped by his celebrity crush, this is stupid, this is dumb, don't take this seriously. w — swearing, kidnapping, morally dubious characters HAHHAHA. 935 words.

note — happy birthday jeno. to the anon that sent the trope list curated for me, this is your fault. take responsibility. the prompt "accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss" suddenly terrorized my brain while i was studying. enjoy.

when lee jeno opens his eyes, a dull ringing in his ears, he sees nothing but the faint impression of a lightbulb burning through the sack covering his head. it’s dark. there’s an echo when he grunts and tries to move, but upon feeling the rope pressed against his wrists, the stiffness of his shoulders and the metal scratching of the chair against the rough ground— he’s quick to understand the situation he’s in.

the last thing he remembers, he was about to board a plane to japan. to spend a few months lying low after the particularly risky job his gang had to undertake not too long ago.

seems like someone managed to sniff him out before he could flee.

splash!

“wake up, you slimy son of a bitch.”

cold water hits, seeping into the fabric covering his face and crawling down to his collarbones. now, considering his line of work, jeno isn’t too fazed by this situation. he has a lot of enemies. maybe this one’s from a rival gang. could be a relative seeking revenge for a brother’s cracked skull, or some shit. doesn’t matter. he’s not gonna stay sitting for long anyway.

“did you really think you could cheat on me and run away scot free?”  

cheat? the sack gets thrown off from his head, a hand yanking a handful of his hair to pull his head back and he lets out a grunt. the chair is tipped back. jesus fucking christ, that felt personal. but when the sudden illumination stops blinding him, and he can finally see who the hell had the guts to jump and kidnap him, he’s a little taken aback.

jeno has a lot of enemies. the list goes on and on.

“use your fucking mouth, bast—”

but he’s pretty sure that the darling angel of south korea’s film industry isn’t on that list.

jeno watches as the vivid scorn and disgust in your eyes slowly meld into confusion, then realization, then a slow but sure descent into panic alongside the loosening of your grip.

“oh.”

must be the skills of an award winning actress. he feels almost a hint of disappointment when you stop pulling on the roots of his damp hair.

“oh, shit. one moment.”

clang! the chair he’s tied to settles once more into the ground with a clatter, and jeno watches as you quickly secure a distance between you and him, pulling your phone out of your sweats while biting the tips of your thumbnail. it’s a little funny seeing the nation’s sweetheart pacing back and forth all jittery in what looks like a basement— maybe your basement. as far as jeno can remember, you’re always casted for romance films. those feel-good, slice of lives and the pocari sweat commercial you once did echoes in the back of his head. but maybe you have a hidden knack for some thriller.

he starts fiddling with the ropes tied around his wrists right at the moment you screech into your phone. dispatch would have a field day if they see this.

“you got the wrong guy! my ex isn’t this hot!”

his fingers slip. his skin scratches the rough threads of the rope.

“i paid you useless fucks a shit ton of money to get the job done, but you can’t even get— ugh! nevermind. just go and bring me the actual son of a bitch i asked for this time.”

the knot is almost loose. this is quite the show. it’s better than all the movies he’s seen of you.

“what?! hello?! what do you mean you can’t help me anymore, what about our—”

drop. jeno gets up from the chair. he stretches his joints, neck cracking, watching as you sputter out a trove of profanities at your phone. his clothes are still damp from the water you splashed him earlier. maybe he should have a bit of fun first before leaving. it’s not everyday that you get to meet your celebrity crush.

“hey, dollface,” he calls out. you freeze. you look at him with the drop of a needle, eyes growing a little bit wider when you realize he should be sitting down. damn, they really need to cast you in a grittier film. “you should pay a bit more attention when you have someone hostage.”

a beat of silence. 

“uhm,” your voice croaks. jeno takes a step towards you. you take a step back. “listen, haha, there has been a misunderstanding.”

your steps stutter a little, moving back and back and you swallow nervously, looking at him with almost sheepishly— a sense of feigned bravery in the midst of retreat, teeth tugging on the skin of your lips. “oh, yeah?” he says, and you visibly rattle. you’re prettier like this than when you’re batting your eyes and flirting at the camera. you’re definitely prettier.

“yes, ahaha, there was a minor switch-up, you see i— i didn’t mean to...uh, escort you from the airport, i actually meant to target someone else, and— o–oh, and there’s a wall behind me. oops, haha. do you mind backing away a bit, um—”

“how about i help you with the ex boyfriend problem you have?”

the tables turn. it’s him digging his face up against yours this time, but the mention of your ex strikes a chord. you’re looking at him, gaze unbreaking. he can feel your shallow breaths on his skin.

“who are you exactly?”

“someone who can do the job better that the fuckers you sent me, definitely,” he chuckles. “how about it?”

he won’t ask for much. maybe just an autograph in return.

AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[stargazer56]

Watermelon

@schittscreekdrabblechallenge I am so excited for all the pink themed prompts this month!

Patrick stares, transfixed, at the droplet of watermelon juice slowly trickling down David’s chin. It curves around his mole before getting caught in his thick, black stubble. Patrick is mesmerized.

He forces himself to look down at the table, grass, anything except David’s face. He can’t help but surreptitiously glance back. It’s still there, glinting in the sunlight.

Fuck, why is that so hot?

Patrick has completely tuned out David’s story about New York. David’s arms are gesturing wildly, but the droplet clings stubbornly to his stubble.

Would it taste like watermelon or something more if I licked it? he wonders. Fuck, Brewer, pull yourself together. He is your business partner, don’t be a creep.

Patrick takes several deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down and focus on David’s tale.

“– and that’s how I got banned from the Central Park Zoo.”

Patrick chuckles, hoping it’s the right reaction.

“Someone sure was focused on that story,”Stevie says as she walks towards them. “David, it looks like you’ve got something on your chin.”

“What?” David shrieks. “Patrick, why didn’t you interrupt me?”

“Um, uh, well, er– I guess I didn’t see it.”

Stevie gazes knowingly at Patrick. He is so fucked.

[jaeyunluvr]

HE'S PRETTY BUT... — A MINI SERIES

synopsis :: all of the things you hate about nishimura riki, despite him being utterly beautiful. and all of the things that made you fall in love with him, not just because he's beautiful.

pairing :: nishimura riki x female!reader

contains :: highschool au, underage smoking, angst, fluff, comfort + more to be added

taglist :: @pockettwinzz @alvojake @lukesboo @rikisgeef @seunghancore @eloelooo @ritzy-dream-boy @natsukee @sol3chu @laurradoesloveu @riksaes (please send in an ask to be added to the taglist!)

date of release :: tba <3

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

© JAEYUNLUVR, 2024

divider credits :: @/saradika-graphics

[smblmn]

For the @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week.

Necklace

David is wearing a necklace.

It’s a simple silver chain, so Patrick doesn’t get the appeal until the sudden urge to bite David's perfect neck takes over his brain.

He's never thought about how good it would feel to bite someone else's neck, soothe the sting with his tongue, kiss that tantalizing spot behind their ear… 

Such is life for Patrick these days. One realization after another.

“Patrick, are you listening?”

No, he’s not. He’s thinking about how good David must smell, about burying his nose in his hair and breathing him in…

“Patrick!”

Shit.

He’s in so much trouble.

[obsessedwithdavrick]

Glitter

word of the week for @schittscreekdrabbleblog

***

Glitter. The bane of David Roses existence.

He loves gay clubs. He loves dancing. But the amount of glitter that follows him home, trashed, dragging other club rats and quick fucks with him, means it embeds itself everywhere. In his sheets, in the creases of his couch. He found some in his coffee pot last week!

The sane thing to do would be to eschew the clubs…

But.

When he’s lost on the dance floor, after a few lines, a few G&T’s; the heady beat of music pumping… he doesn’t need to be anything to anyone. He can just be.

[blackandwhiteandrose]

canvas

@schittscreekdrabbleblog​ word of the week

*

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.”

*

[filet-o-feelings]

It had been rolling around in his brain since the moment he had first laid his eyes upon David Rose.

It had never crossed his mind before, although in hindsight he had to wonder why he’d never pondered the idea. 

Maybe something about moving to a new town, away from everyone he’d grown up with, away from all of the preconceived ideas of who Patrick was.

Who was Patrick?

As he clicked play on voicemail after voicemail, his smile growing with each message as he recalled his earlier meeting with David, he grew more and more convinced.

Patrick was gay.

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[yanaleese]

Meet Karma, your new Yandere boyfriend!

Originally from El Salvador, Karma was born into the Sangre family - a line of totally innocent people who have no infamous connections whatsoever! He is the eldest out of his five brothers, and enjoys playing regular sports, including some...questionable ones.

However since that terrible, unfortunate day - things have never been quite the same. Now isolated and alone in an apartment somewhere in North Carolina, Karma has a new goal in mind: To never ever befriend a fucking vampire human ever again!

It's simple. All he has to do is (1) offer his black-hat hacking services on some shady websites, (2) steal some shockingly juicy government and state files (3) blackmail a few higher-ups and (4) use that gossip money to fund his exercise and gaming equipment by delivery-

Oh. Wait. Delivery?

"Puchica!" Karma cursed in his head, his fangs momentarily grazing his lip . He must've have fallen asleep a couple hours after working overtime. Brushing his bangs, he fully covered the bags under his eyes, before staring into the door's peephole, revealing your presence.

And there you were, impatiently tapping your feet in annoyance. As the minute hand kept ticking, your face gradually became distressed, your cheeks revealing your bloodshot eyes. You wanted sleep, and you wanted it now. After all the setbacks and inconveniences on your busy shift, this was your last delivery - and you were not going to let this customer shit on your parade.

As the door began to creek open, you flashed a plastic grin whilst waving the delivery in his face.

"This your delivery, Sir?"

Karma nodded, giving a genuine smile back, pen in hand. Your eyes almost bulged out of its eye sockets. You felt yourself bit your lip hard, causing it to bleed. Lowering your gaze, you prayed that your beating heart didn't combust into a malfunctioning, bumbling mess.

In your head all you could think about what was one thing, and one thing only.

Holllllllllllly shit. Those FUCKING T I T S -

"Cool. Just sign here, and you got yourself a present."

You heard a low chuckle out of him, causing a slight blush to form on your face. You cursed under your breath, trying to keep it together. Karma's eyes twinkled with amusement, loving the professional façade you retained on your already tired face. However, if you looked closely, you could see a hint of worry flash on his face as he saw you have a nosebleed, along with a bloody lip.

Noticing his concern, you wiped the blood of your nostrils. "Oh Sir I am so sorry-"

Without even waiting on your apology, he returned with a bundle of paper towels in his scarred, parched hands. Embarrassed, you mouthed a million apologies before shyly requesting for him to sign the blood-stained paper.

"Once again I am so sorry-"

"Don't be."

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. As he finished signing everything off, you lowered your polyester cap, your name beautifully sewn in cursive at the top - just like your shirt. Scarlet strands of hair shifted as he tilted his head, his eyes engraving your name into his head. That way, he could run a background check later.

As you hurriedly walked away, he glanced at the fresh droplets along the ivory paper before revealing a wide range of pearly, sharp teeth.

"Ah mierda..." He bit his finger, Karma's tongue salivating. Feeling the heat growing in his cheeks, he became dazed, as thoughts of you began to fill the crevices of his mind. "No puedo esperar para devorarte entero, [Y/N] ♡ ~"

--------------------Alternate versions---------------------

If you are interested in more of his lore, my inbox is open (lol)

and yes, the bulge was intentional 🥰

[mcflymemes]

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