#startswithhope

[language-of-love]

Am I really writing fic again? Not sure...but I guess maybe...cause I wrote a thing. Colin and Penelope have me in a vice, y'all.

No idea which of my blogs to use since this is a new fandom for me, so I chose this one. (*waves hello*) Do I even remember how to make a post? LOL

Anyway...here's a tiny little kiss fic, cause that's what I do.

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never been kissed...

His first was an embarrassment. Fumbling fingers mixed with overwhelmed breaths, the memory built up in his estimation as more revelatory than it was in actuality. There were feelings, undefinable, but new and full and far from perfunctory. The stirring he’d imagined to feel in his belly he’d felt, but not for the nameless partner, but more for the act itself. He’d been left wondering if there was more, something beyond the fluttering like moths wings and mild nausea he’s still unsure was from the touch of another's lips or his nerves alone.

His second was rushed, drunken and hazy, the remnants of it only tickling at the edges of brown liquor-poisoned flashes of dimly lit sights and muffled sounds. His pockets were left lighter from too many coins spent for something so unmemorable. 

His third was better. Confidence and less alcohol proved to be improved bedfellows than his previous encounter, experienced lips matching his eagerness and hands finding purchase on areas before unexplored by soft fingers. He’d flushed at the intimacy of the act, thought back on it fondly, but remembered her hands far more than her mouth. Perhaps that is to be expected.

The few more that followed brought pleasure and exploration, but each one leaving him searching for that elusive something…something life-altering, something poetic, something… more . Looking back at his diary from that time, his confusion over his own feelings, or lack thereof, is etched into the pages with long dry ink. How could he have known something so seemingly unknowable to a man of two and twenty.

The next was his last, the last of the life he’d known before and first of the life irrevocably reshaped after.

Every millisecond of it is etched on his heart, forever being retraced with each minute that passes spent by her side. The warmth from the blush blooming beneath the impossibly soft skin of her cheek, it still causes his fingertips to flex at the slightest reminder. Her eyes, two swirling oceans of impossible blue, wide and questioning, slowly fluttering closed as he'd drawn her closer. He’d never felt so exposed, so uncertain, yet confusingly certain at the same time. That slight pull in his gut he’d felt before, it was nothing contrasted to the plummet his stomach had taken as the plump fullness of her bottom lip made contact with his own. If he’d known what electricity to feel like, he’d have been able to describe it with perfect accuracy. It was quick and searing, warmth being drug to the surface of his skin at the speed of a herd of wild horses tearing across a meadow. And then it was gone, over far too soon and leaving him near panicked and needy in ways when he looks back on he can’t help but feel foolish. He can’t give himself the credit of courageousness or strength for drawing her back in, for it had been born out of necessity, an inability to not have his lips back where they belonged. With each soft slide of her mouth against his own and the warmth of her breath igniting the space between them from the sighs escaping her throat...the formula, the construction, the intricacies of how a kiss was supposed to feel came crashing through the haze he’d been wandering through much too far away.

Entirely too far away from her .

How was he to know that this thing he’d been searching for had been here all along? 

Not this thing, this person . This singular being who made it all make sense.

Pen.

[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

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 3

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

Red White and Royal Blue

Camp Llwynywermod by bleedingballroomfloor

Cinnamon & Earl Grey by @everwitch-magiks

Come Fly With Me by politics_and_prose

Competent Guardians of Horny Little Miscreants by M0ssPiglet

confess my truth (in swooping, sloping cursive) by viciouslyqueer

confessional by @visionsofdystopia

count the stars and constellations by @everwitch-magiks

countermelody by @omgcmere

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks

For all the world to see by @everwitch-magiks

For One Night Only by @indomitable-love

forever yrs, for evermore. by @indomitable-love

forgiveness (can you imagine) by viciouslyqueer

Hashtag Soulmates by @everwitch-magiks

Jesus Take the Helm by @clottedcreamfudge

Love is Thai food and crepe paper by @clottedcreamfudge

Reclamation by @indomitable-love

Sink Beneath the Waves by @indomitable-love

Snowed in? Snow problem by @rmd-writes

The Bet by bleedingballroomfloor

The Royal Wedding Stylist Breaks Down Prince Henry & Duke Alex Claremont-Diaz’s Looks by th0ughts

thirst tweets & mean tweets [for approval] by loveonpurpose

Schitt's Creek (so many this week from this fandom! we love to see it)

(A) Simple Complication by @nontoxic-writes

Anything for Us by @wordthieve

camera shy by @hudders-and-hiddles

Catalyst by reallyfxkingpretty

coloring outside the lines by olivebranchesandwine

Coming Home by @colourcodedbinders

coming up close against your skin by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

Decisions, Decisions (series) by MoreHuman

Designated Grape by @landofsonlali

FratPat by didipickles

Hook, Line, and Sinker by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3

Hurry Down the Chimney Tonight by @mostlyinthemorning

I Think She Knows by @vulcanscully

If/Then by ishandahalf

Just for You by @beaiola

Just Leave A Message by @chelle-68

Just the Business Guy by @oneblueumbrella

Landing It (series) by @petalwritesx

Leaning In by @dinnfameron

Love at First Taste by @deenerann

Marcy's Girls by @tyfinn

Marcy's Innocent Questions by @characterassassination-at-9am

May Showers by @a-noble-dragon

Meet You at the Wobbly Elm by @agoodpersonrose

one kiss at a time... (series) byb startswithhope

Red, White & Royal Blue Jays by @grapehyasynth

Room Nine is a Wormhole by @stereopticons

Running on empty by @vivianblakesunrisebay

Secrets & lies by @hippolotamus

Spirit of the Season by @rosedavid

Sustineo by @rockinhamburger

Tahiti by resilient_rose

The Last Rose Video by @distractivate

The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose by @sarahlevys and @hagface

We stood as steady as the stars by foxtails

Stranger Things

takes a village by alchemystique

took you for a working boy by pukner

Star Trek

Watching the Watcher by stillwaters01

Star Wars

Tomorrow (there'll be more of us) by dimircharmer

Teen Wolf

The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna

The Man from UNCLE

Careful of the Company You Keep by @alienfuckeronmain

Closer and closer by @heytheredeann

Young Royals

King (Under Your Control) by @cinnamoncoffees

[mostlyinthemorning]

Noahvember Day 22

Don't forget to vote in the poll at the end of this post.

It seems Noah still manages to find the time to waste his time.

A few pics:

And a recent video from his time on tour:

Fics with David and Patrick enjoying lazy days:

Hammock by @maxbegone

nowhere but here… by startswithhope

And my own fic:

Listen, David

Today's choices:

[stargazer56]

Something blue, day 5

Here are my day 5 reads in no particular order:

[art] gotta catch 'em all by Rhetorical Questions Very fun set of sports-themed trading cards.

cricket has bats by davidrosing David researches baseball on the Internet to troll Patrick.

Just a Life Vest? by Ravenclawsome David does not like Johnny's planned father/son bonding experience.

blue... by startswithhope David loves the color blue and has feelings about it.

paint the town blue by banesapothecary Patrick convinces David to host a wine and paint night at the store.

[holmesapothecary]

I'm always full of soft takes. Let's see... Patrick texts Alexis whenever he notices David mentioning her a lot, usually complaining, because he knows that means David is missing her. Alexis will then call or FaceTime David with some made up story or other excuse and they'll end up on the phone for hours. What Patrick doesn't realize is David does the same thing whenever he thinks Patrick is missing his parents too much. ❤️

Dee this is rude but this is also a 15/10 soft take

Also at some point, David realizes he has to do it with Patrick missing Alexis too. They have all the sibling zooms when that happens. 

Send me your soft takes and I’ll tell you how great they are.

[aboldclaim]

42 for the kissing prompts!

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

Patrick wants to marry him.

They’ll be married in September, but the look on David’s face as they’re left alone in a cool pavilion, a dozen careful slices of cake in front of them, makes Patrick want to marry him now, here, in July, with the summer rain bashing the thick glass above their heads and the soft cashmere of David’s sweater beneath his hand. 

“I’ll give you some time,” the pastry chef had said, fumbling with her umbrella as she’d nodded towards the table. Her careful handwriting sits across slips of paper propped against plates, words that cut right to the heart of David. 

“Buttercream, Patrick,” he whispers in awe, and then the barely restrained excitement bursts across his face, like the clouds that have given way to the rain, and his mouth splits into a grin. “Look at them all.”

David’s practically vibrating on the spot, fiddling with the tag beneath the collar of Patrick’s shirt, gaze flitting across the cakes with an expression that flattened Patrick the first time he’d seen it. 

It had been early on, and early morning, outside the motel waiting for David to put on his seatbelt so he could hand him a coffee, fresh and sugared from the cafe. He’d had such a crush, had been a mess of adolescent eagerness and the kind of want that sits in the bottom of your stomach, the morning of that vendor pick up, and he hadn’t been prepared for the smile directed towards him when he’d said there’s cheese at this farm. There was sleep in the crinkles at the corners of David’s eyes, and his cheeks were bright, and his was mouth crooked, exuberant. Patrick had wanted to lean over the middle console and kiss David then, while he’d tasted like caramel macchiato, skim, two sweeteners, a dash of cocoa powder. 

He wants to kiss him now too, while he tastes like David, while he tastes like the bad coffee they’d had on the road and the pancakes they’d had for breakfast. While he still smells like the shower he’d had this morning, and the rain they’d just run through. While he still feels like he felt last night, soft skin and hard muscle and rough stubble. 

He runs the back of his hand across David’s cheek now, appled with joy, and stretches forward to kiss him just as he moves forward to the table. It’s a mess, Patrick’s nose hitting David’s jaw, his mouth landing in the crook of David’s neck, his chest slamming into David’s elbow. He’s winded momentarily, and feels David’s hand on his forearm, steadying him as his feet keep trying to trip over themselves. 

“God, sorry,” David says, waiting until Patrick feels right side up before turning him towards the table. “I have a good feeling about this one.”

He’s pointing at a delicate looking slice, with a pale yellow sponge split in two by a streak of white frosting. David hands him a fork, and breaks into the cake with his own, carefully collecting icing and filling and cupping one hand under the other to bring the forkful to his mouth. 

“I was trying to kiss you,” Patrick says, as David closes his eyes, pleasure making tracks across his expression as he chews thoughtfully. His voice is shot, quiet and wobbling and he’s a little embarrassed by it, but it doesn’t seem like David heard him anyway. He clears the desperation from his tone with a small cough, and waits until David swallows before he steps closer.

“I was trying to kiss you,” he repeats, lower, seductive, hopefully, and he’s proud of himself for getting it together, and for the way David’s brows crawl up his forehead a little as his eyes flutter open. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah that was - ”  

Something playful flits across David’s face before he leans forward, presses his mouth to Patrick’s, cutting his sentence off at the clause. The kiss is firm, too quick, and he pulls away just as Patrick licks at David’s lips, just as he tastes citrus and sugar and another gentle flavour he can’t put his finger on.

“Blood orange,” David says, and Patrick peers at the small card as David moves in front of him to reach another cake, his back pressed against Patrick’s chest. It’s obscene, the way David leans over to collect a bite of raspberry meringue, moaning a little as he crunches through the hard outer shell to reach the flavour in the centre. 

A forkful appears over his shoulder for Patrick, just as he recognises he’s lost any sense of an upper hand in seducing David this afternoon. The distraction of wedding cakes laid out in front of them has met with a newfound method of messing with Patrick, and he happily teases him as he makes his way around the plates. 

Patrick loses count of the cakes they try, of the mouthfuls of sponge he’s offered in lieu of David’s mouth on his.

He thinks there was a chocolate one, with a small pattern across the icing he can see between them, when David backs Patrick against a wall, his free hand at Patrick’s hip. David’s fingers are hooked into his belt loop, and his thumb tries to mimic the cake’s pattern into the crinkling blue material of his shirt. He offers the fork to Patrick briefly, before turning it back towards himself, closing his mouth around the sponge with a smirk. Patrick manages to steal a kiss then, catching David’s laughter as it bubbles from his lips, catching a hint of something dark and rich and alcoholic that takes his breath away.

It was nice, that one, probably, but he couldn’t say which slice he liked the most. He’s barely paid attention, to be honest, but has listened enough to hear that David has invented a complex ranking system at the same time as he’s been fucking with Patrick, has been placing the cakes from left to right along the oak table in order of flavour, density, aesthetic, wedding appropriateness. 

At the top is the lemon sponge he’d started with, and he moves Patrick towards it. He’s propped a potential cake topper against it, two small grooms with smaller bowties, holding each other, and Patrick moves the pair carefully to the side of the plate as he takes a forkful. 

The flavour he’d licked from David’s lips earlier is there, magnified and surrounded by buttercream, but still with a gentle citrus that bounces around his mouth as it had done before. He wants to tell David, wants to sound like he knows what he’s talking about, but when he turns, he’s met with the same bright, fond grin, directed at him.

“Let’s do this one,” is all Patrick can manage, and somehow David’s smile grows even larger. He’s with Patrick in a stride, and takes his face between his hands, wipes a wayward speck of icing from Patrick’s chin before bringing their mouths together. 

It feels like everything Patrick had thought it would, like this morning and last night, and every other kiss they’ve shared, every quick, lazy, last minute, first thing, middle of the night kiss. It tastes like chocolate and citrus and sugar, and raspberry, coffee and poppyseed, pear and meringue. It tastes like David, and Patrick wants to marry him here, now, already, please.

send in a number from this list!

[wild-aloof-rebel]

Did anyone ask you about "the six unbreakable rules of taking and sending nudes" yet? Cause I need answers. LMAO

you say the word nudes and everyone wants to know lolol. i talked a little about it here, but i didn’t include a sneak peek, so here you go, since you asked so nicely lol...

How Patrick can flip from hot to sweet and back again like it’s nothing, David will never understand. But he does this, every time: finds somewhere to work in these innocent little compliments that completely derail David’s entire existence for a few seconds. No one else has ever done anything like it. But no one else has ever been Patrick Brewer.

[language-of-love]

Rated M | 1286 words | Colin Bridgerton X Penelope Bridgerton

Summary:

A little missing scene post the delayed wedding night moment between Colin and Pen in Episode 8 where Colin explains his reasons for not being able to share intimacy until things were resolved between them. And a bit more sexy times, cause that's just fun.

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Happy Spooky Season witches!! I am in the mood for some cozy autumn fics, can you recommend some? Thanks 🍁🧡

'Tis the season! Curl up under a warm blanket and give these a try.

Golden Days - AWorldOfDreams ( @a-noble-dragon

Honeycrisp - @stereopticons

Now, For October Eves - OnMyShore

Plenty to be Thankful For - olrhys

sweater weather… - startswithhope ( @language-of-love)

the touch of the kings and the breath of the wind - foxtails ( @ratchet)

without you this dream would feel so empty - @thegrayness

[noahreids]

Happiest of birthdays to you, Lana!!

Dee! Thank you!!! It was a truly lovely birthday. 🥰

[hullomoon]

*sprinkling some end of year joy in your inbox* Beth, you are one of the kindest, most genuine and most supportive people I've had the pleasure to share a fandom with. I hope you know how much your comments on my work have meant to me this year (and the previous year). I am woefully behind on my fic reading, but congrats on a banner year for your own writing as well! Here's to a brighter 2021!

oh gosh, this is so incredibly kind dee! 😭���

[jcams88]

*sprinkling a little end of year joy in your inbox* I love seeing your theatre posts all over my dash. It reminds me of my old life! And let's just keep baking cookies into 2021, cause I think that's self care I can get behind. ;) Here's to a happy and healthy new year for you and us all!

Aww Dee!! Hopefully I’ll have more theatre related things this coming year PLEASE GOD LET ME GO BACK TO WORK lol. I am 1000% behind more cookie baking! Happy New year! 💖

[schittscreekficrecs]

Summer Soft (series) by startswithhope 

**Work In Progress**

Rated: T to M

Relationship(s): Patrick Brewer/David Rose

Additional Tags: Ray Butani, Stevie Budd, Twyla Sands, Falling In Love, Summer, Kissing, Flirting, Making Out, Drunken Kissing, Canon Compliant, soft summer prompts // Summer Vacation, Beach Holidays, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Mild Sexual Content, Husbands in love and acting like idiots, more like a Mild T - but rating M to be very safe // Napping, Summer, Domestic Fluff, lazy summer cuddling, "I wanna hold you" vibes, Sleepy Cuddles // Thunderstorms, Summer, Domestic Bliss, Making Love, Sleepy Sex, Anxiety

(No series summary provided)

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Recommendation by: Anonymous

this series is everything i wish i was doing this summer but can't. its nice to still get all those feelings from somewhere tho and i love how in love they always are in this authors fics. i can’t wait for more of them.

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[fairweathermyth]

Patrick Brewer + “Thank You” requested by @startswithhope

[petrodobreva]

*sprinkling your inbox with some year end joy* I honestly can't thank you enough for your enthusiastic and thoughtful comments on my fics this year. You are always so encouraging and I always knew I was destined for a smile whenever I saw your username in my email notifications. Wishing you a healthy and happy 2021!

Deeeeeeeee!! Oh my gosh. What a lovely surprise! Jeez, I’m tearing up. Okay. I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much for all your amazing words, especially in the direction of you which basically functioned as an IV drip of dopamine for me while it was posting. Gosh, this message is so much. Happy New Year!