#Stevie/Twyla

[treluna4]

Inspiration Saturday

[swearphil]

BARBIE POSTERS

feat. Schitt’s Creek residents (insp)

[roseapothecary]

@lgbtqcreators event 14 ♡ growth ↳ schitt's creek discord profiles [insp][template]

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Any recs featuring minor characters, with or without David and/or Patrick? If that's too specific, how about Twyla to start?

Hi friend!

We'll do better than that. Here's a round up with a smattering of everyone:

Clint and Marcy

all the joy that is to come - @myolivebranch

Clint and Marcy - houdini74 (@mostlyinthemorning)

Good People - @trueillusion82

he hung the moon so he could paint the stars… - startswithhope (@language-of-love)

He Shines - @smallumbrella369

He’s Not Coming Home (Because He’s Already There) - @delilah-mcmuffin

Make it Better - @agoodpersonrose

an old-fashioned man - the_hodag

You Might Say I'm Here for You - @weathereyehorizon

Rachel

Filled your cup until it overflowed - yourbuttervoicedbeau (@kiwiana-writes)

I'm no aesthete - firmandfruity

Meant to Be - @trueillusion82

Ray

A Day With Ray - AWorldOfDreams

MURDER in Schitt's Creek - @rosedavid

Swiping Regret - @treepyful

You look fine - @lizzie-bennetdarcy

Ronnie

Climbed a mountain and I turned around - another_Hero

Come In From The Cold - Amanita_Fierce, @doublel27

Conference Companions - @rosedavid

Conflict Control Group - @authorbynight

Finding Her Own Way - @statueinthestone

Five Times Ronnie Was a Friend to David and One Time She Was a Friend to Patrick - @unfolded73

A Good Breakfast Ruined - @mallpretzles

A Little Less Alone - @neelyo67

When the Tiers Start to Fall (I Won't Wipe Them Away) - @landofsonlali

Stevie

between nothing but the thin air and the unknown - @dinnfameron

bound to happen - @apothecarose

Fit - @wellschitt

Fresh Coat of Paint - @doublel27

Home at Last - @januarium, RhetoricalQuestions (@rhetoricalk)

I Don't Wanna Talk - @jettestar

I never saw it happening - yourbuttervoicedbeau (@kiwiana-writes)

A Paradigm of Stitches - middyblue

Towels - therapychicken

you got me (and i get you) - middyblue

Twyla

All my secrets are safe in your heart as well… - RhetoricalQuestions (@rhetoricalk), Typewrites

Captive on the carousel of time - @designatedgrape

Doing What Makes You Smile - @alysiswritingao3fics

Everything That We'd Ever Need - middyblue

Hide Your Diamonds, Hide Your Exes - middyblue

Hop on the Purple Line - @kindofspecificstore

i got a feeling (there's a miracle due) - doingthemost (@sarahlevys)

Knits by Twyla - edriss (@pretendtofly)

and my task’s but begun - @treepyful only if you let me - roseapothecarys

[scfrozenover]

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!

[rosedavid]

🌈 Schitt’s Creek Pride Icons🌈

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[scrarefest]

Happy Thursday!!! Please enjoy some wonderful sibling bonding, burgeoning relationships, and fanart!

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catch you when you fall

[Alexis/Twyla and Alexis & David, Teen, 9,718]

Alexis makes a surprise visit to Schitt's Creek to spend some quality time with her girlfriend. But David is under the weather, and with Patrick out of town, Alexis tries her best to take care of him.

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Hey, Brewer

[Patrick, Ronnie, Teen, 6,393]

A week before, Patrick would have said Ronnie asking for his help was impossible but when she comes into the store to do just that he tries his hardest, despite his confusion and questions. Even after she leaves, their interaction preys on his mind. Over the next few weeks something starts to shift between them but Patrick can't help but be curious as to what started it all off and what Ronnie's thinking.

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here kitty, kitty

[Ted/Patrick, Teen, 1,352]

Patrick didn't expect to find a cat or meet a hot vet 

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oh, i kinda of think i wanna make it last forever

[Stevie/Ruth, Teen, 2,206]

Ruth can scream. She can wail. She can effortlessly hit the kind of notes that Axl Rose has to warm up for, jumping from pitch to pitch with the kind of abandon that seems like precision. And she knows how to dial it back, following Patrick's lead with an obvious ease that startles Stevie. When their voices meld together, Ruth matching him beat for beat, note by note, Stevie can't help herself.

She catches Mutt's eye, tilting her head towards the vocalists, and bites back a grin when the two of them join in.

And the funny thing is: this shouldn't be so effortlessly easy. The four of them have never played together before.

Voting her into the band, though, is the easiest decision that Stevie's ever made.

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OR: Stevie hates when people tell her to smile. After Ruth joins her band, though, she can't stop smiling.

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[Fanart] There’s a Dead Guy in Room 4

[Stevie & Roland, General, 0]

The coroner said he’d be discreet with the body removal…so why did 6 people show up to assist? And, why were they all wearing hazmat suits?

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Creators, don’t forget to update your posting dates if your work was revealed today!

[hippolotamus]

find the word challenge

Thanks for the tags @alyxmastershipper @swiftiediaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @elvensorceress @spotsandsocks😘

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

My words are (I just did the ones I had!): gentle, hands, please, stop, sigh, love, scream, heaven, stars, home, peace tugs, sleep, tender, whisper, fall, reach, cries, lick, understand, longing, sweet, night, regret, blue, fear, couch, wall

Words for people I tag: tea, lonely, book, radio, mess

Tagging (if you want to play) my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @rmd-writes @apothecarose @fatedbuddie @shortsighted-owl @alysiswriting @monsterrae1 @vanillahigh00

For anyone that has known me for more than 2 seconds, you know that WIP is a very broad term in my world. Also, there are many words, so under the cut for mine. Off we go!

@alyxmastershipper's words:

gentle (Wait for me to come home) He relearns how to adjust his touch to something more gentle. To keep his thrusts calibrated for someone smaller, lighter. To expect that the hands touching him won’t be calloused and firm, but soft and featherlight. He likens it to returning to a favorite childhood hangout. Somewhere that feels familiar, with mostly good memories, but you know you don’t exactly belong there anymore.

hands (Buddie stargazing fic) Evan scratches the back of his neck, where the grass tickles his skin, before pillowing both hands under his head and crossing his ankles.

please (from S6 midseason spec) Eddie stares, scrunching his eyebrows for a moment, then glances up at Buck with a look he can’t quite decipher. He’s not upset, but doesn’t exactly look pleased either. “That’s- that’s great, Buck. Good for them. I’m glad you were able to help.”

stop (from Buck moving into Eddie's fic) The racing thoughts abruptly stop, replaced with only one. One absolutely absurd memory.

sigh (from [redacted] for @alysiswriting) With a resigned sigh, he finishes filling his plate with an array of raw vegetables, Linda’s BLT dip, and something he only knows is wrapped in phyllo dough. For good measure he takes a second one because he knows Buck’s been eyeing them up. Eddie would gladly hand it over, but he actually wants to try it for himself.

@swiftiediaz's words:

love (from [redacted] for @elvensorceress) Buck enters the apartment, his movements still slow, like he’s floating. Buoyed by the love and contentment that only comes from spending an evening at the Diaz house.

scream (also from the [redacted for Jenwyn]) The hollow ache in his chest that’s always there unexpectedly feels deeper. Wider. Like it may actually break through and tear him apart. How can such emptiness feel so massive? As if his ribs are slowly cracking open, snapping one by one, stretching the skin while crushing his lungs and heart. He wants to scream or cry or something. Anything. But it’s all stuck, gathered in a tangle that refuses to budge.

stars (Buddie stargazing) The line goes dead, leaving him alone with the fireflies. Pinpricks of stars are beginning to emerge in the night sky, forming faint outlines of near recognizable constellations. If she could see them, he wonders if Maddie would see the same sky where she is. Maybe.

home (Stevie/Ruth) Stevie doesn’t need a lot in life, but there’s something to be said for a company car that will take her where she wants. And right now she wants to get home, to the person who will gladly carry every ache and burden she has. Because no matter the geographical location, Ruth is home.

peace (Fashion & Baseball) Patrick wishes his mind would string together something more coherent than flashes of partial words he can’t seem to access. The single language available is David, David, David on an endless loop. He looks relaxed, holding his fingers up in a peace sign, dressed in a black sweater patterned with white flowers, tight black jeans and sunglasses that are probably worth more than Patrick’s car.

@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy's words

tugs (I know all your Secrets) Patrick greedily claims David’s mouth and brackets his palms on David’s waist, tugging their hips together. There’s a renewed urgency to his movements, signaling to David that Patrick wants control now.

sleep (David/Stevie The Honeymoon coda) During the day she parades around with a see-if-I-care attitude, armed with a razor sharp wit, ready to cut whoever gets too close. At night though, fucked out and fast asleep, she tells a different story. It’s present in the way her mussed up raven hair fans across the pillow.

whisper (David/Patrick mall pretzel Patrick) He lets his head loll to the side and shoots her the best glare he can manage. When he’s satisfied he’s glared enough, David drapes his arm across his forehead and knits his brows together. “Stevie.��� It comes out part whine, part whisper, all desperation.

fall (Buck moving into Eddie's) Or Eddie holding Buck in the aftermath of Abby coming back, letting him sob and fall apart until he exhausted himself and Eddie put him to bed.

@elvensorceress's words:

reach (Twylexis) “‘Lexis!” Twyla bolts up in bed, orienting herself to the room lit only by a patch of moonlight. She reaches out to the other half of the bed, grasping at air, and it takes her a moment to realize — to remember — she’s alone because Alexis is away. This always happens the first night, but she still isn’t used to it.

cries (Stevie/Ruth) There’s an uncomplicated sense of satisfaction when her key slides into the lock and she pushes the door open. After it clicks shut, there’s a clang from the kitchen accompanied by a string of curses that makes Stevie chuckle. Because really if she doesn’t, she might cry at this point.

sweet (Fashion & Baseball) “Oh, just look at all my sweet boys!” Marcy Brewer coos in the direction of Patrick, Andy, Ted, Mutt and David, all standing in the grass outside the Brewer house.

understand (magical realism cat!Buck) “What does that matter?” Buck asks, tilting his head to the side like he genuinely doesn’t understand. “You’ve been raising him this whole time, you’re an amazing father. Gods, Eddie, have you even looked at your son lately?”

longing (David/Patrick Olive Branch) It‘s as if his efforts to remain professional had wrapped around the remnants of despair and longing only to fray and knot them all together.

@spotsandsocks words:

night (magical realism cat!Buck) Ana slips out the door, turning to smile again and blow him a kiss. The deep red imprint floats through the autumn air, landing on his cheek soft like a butterfly. Then she’s gone in a swirl of lavender smoke and fallen leaves, fading into the night.

blue (magical realism cat!Buck) He can already feel the eyes on him before he closes the door. The bright blue orbs, almost electric with their intensity.

fear (Wait for me to come home) Buck had let him do that. He taught Eddie how to want without shame or fear of rejection. Shannon doesn’t know that Eddie though. Afraid of driving her away from Christopher again he had immediately shut that part of himself down.

couch (Buck moving into Eddie's) People wouldn’t see video game tournaments on the couch, baking cookies with Christopher, Eddie telling him there’s no one he trusts more with his son.

wall (Buddie stargazing) He doesn’t want to, not yet. Out here is calm and relaxing. Inside is stuffy and constricting. It makes his muscles tense, like he needs to move. And in there he’s not allowed to move the way he wants. Mom and Dad have so many fragile things lining the walls, Evan wonders if they aren’t secretly inhabiting a museum. At any rate, as parents, he’s pretty sure their focus is in the wrong place.

[scraregenrecs]

Rare & Gen Rec Round-Up - January & February 2023

Hello friends and welcome! We hope 2023 has been treating you all well. It’s certainly been treating AO3 well. There have been so many great fics and we’re excited to share our favorites with you. So, make sure you grab a snack, your favorite blanket, and show these fics some love. 

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at every table i’ll save you a seat by @nerdframed, Stevie/Ruth, rated T, 2,082 words

SUMMARY: Stevie didn't think Ruth knowing how she takes her coffee would mean so much, as well as other realizations.

Rec [written by hullomoon]: The unspoken way a partner learns little details about you is something that makes me 🤧 Woven throughout their travels, this is a perfect Stevie/Ruth fic.

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Auld Acquaintance by @treepyful, Stevie/Ruth, rated T, 2840 words

SUMMARY: Ruth gets separated from her friends on NYE, but the night manages to go up from there.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Okay, I might be biased, since this was written for me, but I love that this fic puts Stevie and Ruth into situations and tropes that we don't usually see for them. It's a breath of fresh air for these two, and the momentum towards the end is so fun!

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a decision not taken by @alysiswriting, Patrick/Rachel, rated G, 775 words

SUMMARY: If Patrick had made a very different decision, and put the happiness of others before his own.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Thank goodness for the "alternate universe" tag on this one! This ficlet is gut-wrenching, but also so wonderfully done at the same time.

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Gentleness by @alysiswriting, Stevie/Twyla, rated E, 1,037 words

SUMMARY: Stevie wants Twyla. In every tender, gentle way her girlfriend gives her. Something Stevie had never expected, and now something she would not be without.

Rec [written by hullomoon]: Soft and sensual, if you love one partner gently worshipping the other this fic is for you.

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She said I got her if I want (she’s so soft like silk chiffon) by Fuckingkity, Stevie/Alexis, rated M, 1,350 words

SUMMARY: After David and Patrick’s wedding, Stevie and Alexis spend the night together. Wink wink nudge nudge

Rec [written by hullomoon]: I am so here for the headcanon that Stevie and Alexis hook up at David and Patrick’s wedding. Stevie’s confession is well-done here and makes her first kiss with Alexis so satisfying.

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where you go (forever and ever) by @anniemurphys, Alexis/Twyla, rated T, 2489 words

SUMMARY: On a January weekend, as a storm rolls in, Alexis Rose rolls into Schitt’s Creek too, much to Twyla’s surprise.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: I love the childhood friends trope, and we don't have enough of it in this corner of the Schitt's Creek fandom! This is such a fun take on Alexis and Twyla, haunting and moody and full of a quiet, hopeful optimism all at the same time.

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you spoke to me so sweetly by @hippolotamus, Alexis/Twyla, rated E, 2653 words

SUMMARY: Alexis hums her appreciation, letting her eyes fall closed while Twyla repeats the circuitous route, and breathing in the blend of lavender and lemon oil her wife insisted upon for “calm and good luck”. The temporary serenity only lasts for three or four passes until a light knock at the door interrupts. She doesn’t try to hide her instant pout when the gentle pressure disappears and she’s forced to open her eyes again.

Dr. Rist breezes inside, far too perky in Alexis’s opinion. Perhaps it’s a good sign. Despite her nerves, Alexis plasters her PR smile on, and clasps Twyla’s hand – the only tell she’ll allow to indicate she’s worried while they wait to find out what kind of life changing the appointment will be.

“Well,” Dr. Rist says. “Alexis. Twyla. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Mind the tags on this one, as there's some medical angst a fair amount of hurt/comfort, but if you want to feel warm and taken care of just like Alexis and Twyla take care of each other in this beautiful lil' fic, look no further. 

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Happy reading, friends!

[treluna4]

Snippet Sunday

An hour later, she opens the door of her apartment to find Twyla standing in her kitchen, humming along with one of Stevie’s CDs and cooking what smells like Putanesca.

“Hey!” Twyla says, stirring something on the stove.

“Hey. What are you doing here?” It’s not unheard of. They’ve had keys to each others’ houses for years, but It’s only recently that either of them started using them.

Twyla stirs the saucepan and says, “I figured you’d be hungry.”

Stevie melts into a puddle right there on her doorstep. She shouldn’t be surprised. Twyla has this way of knowing what Stevie needs before she says the words out loud. It’s like some crazy sixth sense. She’s still getting used to it.

She takes off her coat and shoes, leaves her suitcase by the door, and joins her girlfriend at the stove. Twyla raises an arm and she slides right in and wraps her arms around Twyla��s waist. Stevie can feel Twyla’s lips on her cheeks and in her hair. She takes a deep breath and smells Twyla and putanesca and home.

“I missed you,” Stevie says.

“I missed you, too,” Twyla says. Followed by more kisses. “Dinner’s almost ready,” she takes a small spoonful out, blows on it to cool it down, and passes the spoon to Stevie, who gratefully takes it.

“Mm, that’s good. However, I will need a shower before dinner. I feel so gross.” Another kiss. “Care to join me?” Twyla nods, turns off the stove and follows her.

[filet-o-feelings]

Taco Bell was out of cinnamon iced coffee so they gave me a blue raspberry slushy instead... very much the opposite of everything I wanted (the coffee was for morning but I probably would have drank it and stayed awake half the night anyway because I am me) so to try to tone down the chemical sweetness I decided to add some vanilla vodka which made it somehow both better and worse, but at least there's alcohol (which may or may not be worse tbh)

Anyway, point is I thought since I took the day off and have a little extra time to write tonight that maybe I would, but I'm feeling very uninspired. So. Please send me prompts - a word, a vague idea, whatever you want, and I will drink this disgusting drink and try to write and see what happens

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Greetings and blessings, farm witch friends!

The coven has come again to humbly request that you would share some of your very favorites with us to pass along to the community.

We'd very much enjoy seeing your recs for fics that include family and friends: the Roses, the Brewers, the townies, and other assorted characters.

What are the fics you love with great family or sibling moments, besties, or parents?

Give us your recs HERE by Wednesday, May 15 to be included on the list!

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❄️ [podfic] Friends and Family Night ❄️

By petrodobreva (@petrodobreva)

[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.’ ~ Aka, the Score adjacent fic where David wants to meet Stevie's girlfriend Twyla.

[dead-arcane-detectives]

Schitt’s Creek Headcanons

Moira - Bisexual

David - Pansexual

Alexis - Omnisexual

Stevie - Bicurious

Twyla - Aceflux - Polysexual

Patrick - Gay

Jocelyn - Aromantic - Pansexual

Ronnie - Lesbian

Mutt - Polysexual

Ray - Gay - Asexual

[adorkabledemon]

...Really? Still no Neon Frights SS Toralei leak? Am I actually asking for too much here? 🫠