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The FUCK?????? HOW IS THIS NOT A PHOTOGRAPH??? How are people SO talented?????????

Wave in Backlight - Peter Witt

German , b. 1966 -

Oil on canvas, 80 x 80 cm.

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Reblogging for the 1 year anniversary of one of the scariest moments of my life. I’m so grateful for the life I have now.

Fan fic saved my life

TW: emotional abuse, coercion, control, intimidation, homelessness, psychological abuse, DV.

Today, I (through an attorney) served my abuser with a protection order. I entered the apartment I’ve been banned from for the last four years, took back what was rightfully mine, and left.

I’m free.

My life is mine again.

I never thought I would have to do something like this. Now that I have, I’ve come to realize that I’ve learned a lot of really hard life lessons from this fucked up experience. Here are a few of them:

What I’ve learned as a survivor of DV:

DV doesn’t just happen between family members or romantic partners. Your abuser can be a lifelong friend. Someone you have a shared history with. Someone who has helped you, supported you, loved you in the past.

Your abuser can be a disabled person.

Your abuser can have a chronic illness.

Your abuser can be financially dependent on you.

No abuser starts out that way. There’s a shift that happens over time, so gradually that it’s hard to know it’s happening until it’s too late.

My abuser gaslit the fuck out of me. She labeled me a monster, a villain, a sociopath, an abalist, because I didn’t empathize with her enough. No matter what I did, it was never enough for her. I was never enough.

And I believed her.

She convinced me that there was something deeply, inherently wrong with me. Something I must fix and change and grow from in order to be a good person again.

She convinced me she alone could fix those monstrous parts of me.

She convinced me that everyone else could see those parts too. That all my friends and family thought there was something deeply wrong with me. They just never said anything. Because I was an angry, violent person and they were all too scared to say anything. She reminded me, constantly, of all the ways which I was a failure.

Her relentless judgment and criticism changed me. It changed who I was and how I interacted with the world. I was scared of my own shadow. Scared of anyone in a position of authority. Terrified of ever doing anything wrong.

Trapped as I was in my circumstances, I became bitter and angry. Gone was the bright, happy person I’d been my entire life. It was wrong to be so happy, she said. No one is that happy all the time. It was time to grow the fuck up. Be an adult. And I agreed.

Caught up in my new mentality, I said things, did things, thought things that I will deeply regret for years to come. I was cold to people who didn’t deserve it. Rude for reasons I didn’t fully understand. I was trying to grow, just like she said. Trying to change. Convinced as I was that she was right. This is what it meant to be an adult. After all, no one is that happy all the time.

My newfound bitterness only proved her point. Of course I was a terrible person who never knew how to love people. Here’s the evidence! Obviously, what I thought was love had only ever been manipulation. She was right, after all. She was always right. I’d never truly loved anyone or anything.

I really was a monster.

It got to a point where I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. I didn’t even want to look at my reflection. I didn’t want to face the broken shell of a person I’d become. I didn’t want to see what the rest of the world had always seen.

I stopped my spiritual practices. I didn’t want to face that uncomfortable truth that I was a failure. I was bad and wrong and terrible. So I hid the best parts of myself, to keep them away from the cruel person I really was.

I downplayed my queerness. I wore muted clothes and became a muted person. I fled from anything that might draw attention, anything that would warrant a comment. After all, she couldn’t attack something that no longer existed.

She made me question everything. Every single aspect of my life. She convinced me everything I’d ever known was a lie. I’d never actually done anything with a pure heart or good intentions. Everything I’ve ever done was a manipulation. A way to get everyone around me to do what I wanted them to. I was incapable of true, genuine love. What I felt was not love. It was a lie. Who I was, was nothing but a lie.

She told me I was a bad caregiver, and that I only ever made tough situations worse. She told me many times that I was emotionally unstable and should never be allowed to work with vulnerable populations. As someone who spent her life working with children and caring for others, this devastated me.

Despite all of this, she said she loved me. That she cared about me. She was simply telling me all of this for my own good, because it was her job to fix me. I had to stay with her, I had to continue to support her, until I could prove to her that I was mentally sound. Then and only then would she let me go. After all, she said, It wouldn’t be safe for her to let someone like me out in the world. It was her job to make sure I was healed first, so that I wouldn’t hurt anyone else the way I hurt her. That’s why I couldn’t leave her. I had to stay. I had to help her get better, since it was my fault she was ill in the first place. If I had been more emotionally stable, we wouldn’t have been in this situation and she wouldn’t have gotten hurt. So the only way out (for both of us) was for me to fundamentally change.

She constantly turned her abuse around on me. Whatever terrible things she said to me were justified. After all, she didn’t say anything worse to me than I once said to her. And since I obviously never cared about her, why should she care about me now? She was just matching my energy. Playing my game. I was actually the one controlling things here, and any misfortune was my fault, really. Any of my accomplishments were solely because of her, and all the work she put into making me a better person over the course of our decade + long friendship.

And I believed her. Always. Why wouldn't I? She helped me all those times before, right? Whenever I was at my lowest, she was the person I’d always turned to. She was always right back then, why should this time be any different? She was a good person. Kind. Brilliant. Not like anyone else is ever known. Surely that had to count for something.

Right?

Turns out, it’s not that simple. Just because someone helped you out before doesn’t mean they’re helping you out now.

If I could go back seven years, this is what I’d tell my 30-year-old self; fresh from a break-up. Lost. Scared. Vulnerable.

Write it down. Whatever she says, whatever she does, write it all down. You might not want to face it. You might not want to see how bad it really is, but write it down anyway.

A person who feels they have no control over their own life can find comfort in controlling yours.

No one ever anticipates finding themself in an abusive situation. There’s no planning for it or preparing for it. Even if you know the signs (and I knew all the signs), it can still happen to you.

If you don’t feel comfortable speaking up for yourself, if you can’t somehow say “no” to someone, it doesn’t mean you are a weak person, or that you’re doing anything wrong. It means you don’t feel safe around them.

Anything done “For your own good” rarely is.

You cannot be bullied into feeling empathy for someone. But that doesn’t mean you’re incapable of feeling empathy.

You are allowed to leave. You are not obligated to stay in a toxic situation, regardless of your past. And you are not a heartless monster for leaving someone, even if they are sick. There is nothing wrong with putting your health and safety above all else. That doesn’t make you selfish. That doesn’t make you a monster.

You’re allowed to be a full, entire person. You’re allowed to make mistakes. That doesn't mean you’re incompetent, or manipulative, or fucking ablist. It means you’re a person. A human being. And regardless of whatever mistakes you’ve made in the past, you don’t deserve to be treated this way.

We warn children about the dangers of keeping a secret. That doesn’t just apply to children. Do not keep her secrets. Do not keep her silence.

Isolation comes in many forms and each is toxic.

Do not isolate yourself. Talk to the people in your life. Let them in. Even if you think what you’re going through is not a big deal, even if you don’t wanna burden them. Even if you have trouble saying the words out loud. (Especially if you have trouble saying it out loud) Tell someone. Let your friends in. Let them help you.

You are not a burden.

Luckily for me, I have two incredible friends who helped me get out. Two people my abuser never knew about, because she told me to stay off of all social media. She told me fan fiction and fan spaces were bad for my mental health. It was childish for a grown woman to still be writing fan fic. Or acting in plays. Or listening to musicals. Or doing any of the many things that brought me so much joy, in my life before her.

Thank god I didn’t listen. At least, not for long.

Because two of my pocket friends that I met ON THIS VERY HELL SITE are the reason I’m free today.

@celeritas2997 and @statueinthestone . None of this would have happened without you two. I love you both so much.

Cee taught me what it looks like to support someone who is not ready to leave. When I finally worked up the nerve to tell her what was going on, she listened. She didn’t judge. Instead, she gave me the resources I needed to get out and encouraged me to seek help, without ever once shaming me for not being ready.

And it took me a very long time to be ready. But she never once demeaned me for it. She waited SO patiently, and listened whenever I shared new details of my abuse with her. She continued to suggest I get help, and when I chickened out again and again, she was still there. She never gave up on me. When I finally took her advice and reached out to the resources she suggested and started the process of leaving my abuser, she celebrated with me. She never once said “I told you so”.

Thank god I finally listened to her.

Jesi. Fuck. Jesi helped me in so many fucking ways, but none more so than this: she taught me that not everyone shows love the same way, and that’s okay. Just because the way I show love is different from what others expect or demand from me, it is in no way less valid. Thr way I love is valid. The way I love is enough.

I am enough.

Beyond the emotional lessons, this experience taught me a whole host of other things as well. For almost four years now, I’ve been homeless. I’ve been living in my car while my abuser lived in my apartment. I paid for her rent, food, medications, clothes, household items, streaming service subscriptions. (Streaming services I was forbidden to use, by the by. Because. You know. Mental health. I didn’t listen to this either. 😂)

And it was no big deal! It made sense, really, to do all this for her. After all, she was sick. And she was my best friend. She had already sacrificed so much for me. She was a good person who’d been dealt a shitty hand. She’d NEVER take advantage of me.

Right?

And anyway, I wasn’t really homeless. I CHOSE to live in my car. It was the right thing to do. That apartment was so tiny and she was so, so sick. And I’d always wanted to live a nomad lifestyle! I got bored living in apartments. That’s why I moved around so much in my life before her. Living in my car just made sense. It’s what I wanted.

Right?

Being homeless has taught me so much, not just about myself, but i e picked up a lot of car living life hacks. Here are a few of them:

You can work two jobs and still be homeless.

Like abuse, homelessness can look like many things. It’s not just that one stereotypical image that pops in your brain when you hear the word. To this day, my employers have no idea I’m homeless, and I’ve been working for them for two years.

Battery powered anything is a godsend.

Public restrooms are an absolute necessity for all of society. I will forever and always be grateful for them, especially for public park restrooms that are open all year round.

There are certain places where sleeping in a car is legal, and many places where it’s not. Familiarize yourself with your local laws. Be safe.

There are at least 20 different meals you can cobble together from the prepared food section at any grocery store with about $10 and a little creativity.

Quarantining with Covid sucks. Quarantining for 5 straight days in a car sucks absolute dickhole. (That said, doordash will deliver directly to your car and leave the bag on the hood, if you ask nicely)

Wet wipe showers are 100% a real thing and are a good solution in a pinch, but NOTHING beats a hot shower. Absolutely nothing. (I can’t wait to have a bathtub again.)

Stuffing 4-6 Hot Hand packets in the bottom of a thick sleeping bag will go a long way to keeping you warm on subzero nights.

For curtains: crack open a window, stick the edge of a sheet through, and close the window again. Repeat as necessary.

For sleeping, if possible: remove the headrest from the front passenger seat and lower it completely until it reaches the back seat for an impromptu L-shaped bed.

Try not to sleep in the same position every night. Your body will thank you later.

Always keep at least one window open a crack, even in the winter. Condensation leads to mold.

If you take a second job working nights, know that it is fucking impossible to sleep in a car on a hot fucking summer day when you can only open the window a fucking crack (for the sake of safety). You will wake up in the afternoon gross, smelly and drenched in sweat.

Gym memberships are an absolute must.

Beyond that, I’ve also learned the importance of setting boundaries, and that not only is it okay to say “no” it’s essential. I’ve learned you’re not selfish for wanting to leave a toxic situation. I’ve learned that freedom can be taken from you, but that you can take it back. And above all, I now know one thing with absolute certainty:

You cannot be broken.

You. Cannot. Be. Broken.

No matter what happens to you, no matter how they try, they will NEVER break you.

Abuse can lead you to forget, for a while, who you are, and you might need to lock up certain parts of yourself temporarily for the sake of your own survival.

But one day.

One day.

You will hit the point where you have had enough. And on that day you’ll find that she was always there. With you. The whole time. The person you truly are was with you all along. She never left. She’s simply been waiting for you to need her again.

And on that day, that glorious day when you truly wake up, your entire life will change. Even if you can’t leave yet, when you realize the full weight of what is happening to you, when you realize the truth, you let the hope back in. And every step you take toward your goal from there on out, every step toward your freedom, will be all the sweeter for it.

You will doubt yourself, of course. Even after you choose to leave, even as you prepare and plan, you will doubt yourself.

She’ll be so angry if I go. So hurt. Can I really do that to her? She’s sick. She needs me. She doesn’t have anyone else. Can I really hurt her? I’ve hurt her so much already.

What if it’s not actually as bad as I think? Maybe I’m just being dramatic. Maybe I should try harder. Be better. Maybe I can save us.

She’ll come after me if I leave. She said so. She’s going to make me pay for what I’ve done to her. What if she makes good on her threats? What if she makes my life hell?

What if she was right?

What if she was right?

Can I really do this?

It’s natural to second guess yourself, especially on the “good” days. The days after a big blow up. When it seems like she’s moved on and conversations between you are normal again. Or as normal as they’ll ever be. Especially in those moments, you’re going to doubt yourself. That’s okay.

Doubt yourself. Do it anyway.

And in those particularly low moments, reach out to the people who truly love you and try to believe their reassurances, even when that feels impossible. Seeking help from your friends is not manipulation. There’s nothing wrong with needing guidance or validation. Especially not now.

I’m free. I’m finally free and I feel elated and giddy…and also scared. She told me multiple times in no uncertain terms that she was going to spend the rest of her life getting back at me for all the pain I caused her (and that was before I left).

But I’m also, surprisingly, sad. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to get to the point where I would have to press charges against my former best friend in order to escape her. I loved her. I never wanted to hurt her. This is her absolute worst nightmare and I take no pleasure in making that happen.

But I have no regrets. I am a fucking human being with a good heart, free will, and some semblance of self respect. I don’t deserve to be treated this way. I have the right to protect myself and she’s made it clear, this is the only way I can do that. It’s sad, yes, but it had to happen. And after all, she has been threatening to do the same thing to me for years!

For at least two years now, she’s been saying that if I didn’t start giving a shit about her, she was going to have me arrested for abuse of a disabled person. She was going to have me placed under a conservatorship, or admitted to a psychiatric facility due to my mental and emotional instability. She said she was going to tell everyone I once loved what a terrible person I am, spread my secrets far and wide, among so many other threats, all intended to keep me in line.

It was an effective strategy. For a while, at least.

Leaving is painful. And scary. And sad. And quite possibly the most difficult thing I've ever had to do.

But it was necessary. And it was worth it. Oh my god it was SO fucking worth it!! I’m free. And my freedom is worth fighting for.

There’s a lot I still don’t know. I’m going to need a lot of time and therapy to feel like myself again, but in spite of all this, as I look at the boxes of my belongings I managed to rescue from the apartment I haven’t been allowed to enter in four years, I feel like I won.

I won.

I got my life back.

As hard as this was, never have I felt more hope for the future as I do right now. There is so much I want to do! So much I CAN do now! I have incredible friends I want to make things for. I have a beautiful cat (Vayda) I need to meet one day.

I’m going to get that haircut I always wanted, but never got for fear of ridicule (too queer). I’m going to get another tattoo, I’m going to travel, and soon, I’m going to have my own place again. For the first time in almost a decade. A small apartment just for me. A sanctuary.

I’m going to have a real bed again. And a kitchen. I’m going to take bubble baths and bake cookies and keep a toothbrush in an actual toothbrush holder and clothes in a real dresser instead of in a plastic tub in the trunk of my car. I’m going to have an herb garden and hang a bird feeder outside my window.

Hopefully one day I’ll even get a cat myself. A pet I can pour all my love into because I have love to give. I have so much love to give and the freedom to truly give it now.

My life is bright and full of possibilities again and none of that, not one single shred of the happiness I feel now would have been possible without fan fiction.

Fan fic gave me a community, when I was forced into isolation.

Fan fic gave me refuge on the long days when I couldn’t escape her relentless criticism.

Fan fic kept me warm when my windows were crusted over with frost.

Fan fic gave me lovely comments from lovely readers that kept me going. Words that told me maybe I wasn’t so worthless after all.

Fan fic has been my home, my one remaining source of joy, my tiny act of rebellion.

I’ve spent a lot of time already reminding myself of what is true and what isn’t. There’s a lot there left to sift through. But the greatest truth of my life is, and I’m not being hyperbolic when I say this:

Fan fiction saved my life.

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The Game: Describe yourself ONLY with pictures you have, you CANNOT search or download new pictures.

Thank you for the tag, @milklovexoxo

This is who I am. Truly. This has been my last year. I can’t wait for whatever comes next. 💙

[treluna4]

The pull the shot series will always mean so much to me. I wrote all of them in the midst of a very turbulent time in my life and it was such a reprieve.

The Night We Met was a cut scene from the OG that I then turned into a little mini ficlet and I love it so much.

Thank you, @stereopticons. seriously, I love getting to revisit these silly little fics of mine. I treasure each one.

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: July 25

2019

[text] ride it, my pony [stevie/jake, E, 1,606] by @olive2read

Jake discovers Stevie’s nightly ritual and a nickname is born

Bad Habit [david/patrick, T, 2,277] by @olrhys

Patrick had made a mistake. One that had hurt David, deeply. But if David Rose knew anything, it was knowing what it was like to try to run away from your past, ashamed of the things you’d left behind.

Bring It Back [david/patrick, T, 1,666] by pennilesspoet

David once heard that no sense triggers sharper memories than the sense of smell. He is not sure if that’s true, but he does know that certain scents do tend to instantly bring him back to a very specific time and place.

Decisions [david/patrick, T, 5,626] by @unfolded73

Flashbacks to all the little decisions that brought David and Patrick together. Canon compliant through S5.

fools rush in (and i've been a fool before) [david/patrick, T, 2,770] by withkissesfour

‘Babe.’ ‘Oh no, I like husband.’

sometimes good things fall apart [david/patrick, E, 37,407] by @blueink3

What if David and Patrick didn’t survive the Rachel reveal? What if David fell back into destructive behavior and a pattern of bad relationships? What if, to get out of a bad relationship, he calls on the one person who actually truly cared about him?

The Touch of Your Hand [david/patrick, T, 3,002] by imbrokelyn99

Four times David touches Patrick, and one time Patrick touches David.

Unknown Caller [david/patrick, G, 2,013] by @well-schitt

Patrick, 10:03 am: Alexis get here NOW. Please. Patrick, 10:03 am: David’s having a panic attack and he’s asking for you. I don’t know what to do. Please.

2020

[Podfic] The More You Know [david/patrick, M, podfic] by Amanita_Fierce

David Rose needs a sixth person for ultimate (trivia) game play. Enter Patrick Brewer. It's two smart idiots falling in love. [Podfic of The More You Know, written by Likerealpeopledo]

All Of You, All Of Me (Intertwined) [david/patrick, T, 1,480] by @streetlampsunset

“I never thought I would have this,” David said, so quietly he might’ve missed it if he weren’t already listening. “You do,” Patrick said, “you have me, David.” He slid his thumb beneath the seam of his sweater, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. He refused to break apart when the bell rang above the door. Patrick held David tighter, for just a moment, before letting go. Patrick’s magic wasn’t born of intention the way the Rose’s was, but he willed it anyway. He wanted David to feel as loved as Patrick did wrapped up in his sweater, his arms, his trust. There was magic in that too. Written as a stand alone.

Babe It's You and I [david/patrick, NR, 3,859] by @egoanesthesia

David and Patrick go to a Leafs game while in Toronto for the weekend. (Title is from All or Nothing by Theory of a Deadman)

David's Sick Day [david/patrick, G, 521] by roguefaerie

Patrick wakes up to find David legitimately out of sorts.

First Tracks [david/patrick, T, 12,001] by swat117

Patrick Brewer: sexy, sensitive, ski instructor. David Rose: reluctant pupil.

I Hate Sports! [david/patrick, T, 6,424] by @petrodobreva

You know what's really great? Having a boyfriend at summer camp. You know what's not great? Trying to play sports in front of him. Especially when you HATE SPORTS like David Rose hates sports.

i've never known anyone quite like you before [david/patrick, NR, 253] by orphan_account

love and cuddles

Let Your Heart Be Light [david/patrick, E, 3,618] by @asoftplacetoland

A brief glance at David and Patrick's first Christmas as husbands complete with an early morning wake up, a festive breakfast, a few surprises, and a lot of feelings. Merry Christmas, boys!

nowhere but here... [david/patrick, T, 1,258] by @startswithhope

Reaching his hand over the edge of his inner tube, he wiggles his fingers in invitation. David gives his head a little shake, but his hand finds Patrick’s and they weave their fingers together in the warm air and everything in Patrick’s world feels right. It’s a perfect summer afternoon and he’s holding hands with the man he loves, with nowhere to be but here.

Snapshots of a Historic Day [ray & ronnie, G, 1,859] by @doublel27

Ronnie is determined to have amazing footage of Cafe Tropical and Patrick Brewer's awesome defeat once she realizes that David Rose is their substitution for Twyla. Ray has a business idea.

the blue shell [david/patrick, T, 1,624] by @leopxld-fitz

Every time Alexis comes back into town, Patrick wants everyone to play MarioKart together. David likes it more than he expects.

the consequences of being [david/patrick, G, 2,045] by the_hodag

David's never been very good at having difficult conversations. But for Patrick, he has to try.

Unhip Hooray [david/patrick, T, 579] by @vodka-rocks-and-a-piece-of-toast

“Listen,” says Patrick, “before we go in, I just want you to know that this was not my idea. And I’m sorry.”

your body's poetry (speak to me) [alexis/twyla, NR, 19,599] by singsongsung

Ballet has been at the center of Alexis’ life since she was three years old, the first time she saw New York City Ballet perform The Nutcracker. She pulled on her mother’s sleeve, much to Moira’s displeasure, pointed at the stage, and said, “Me!” It was the very first time she felt like her mother saw her. That feeling was intoxicating enough that she couldn’t help but chase it. She’s seen some of the world's most celebrated ballerinas perform. But she’s never seen anyone dance like this girl, whose name she doesn’t know. The stage lights turn her auburn hair burning red. Her pirouettes are perfectly landed; there’s no struggle at all in the way her leg lifts behind her in attitude to tap against the tambourine she holds above her head. As she flits across the stage, her tambourine extended toward the judges like an irresistible invitation, there is something real in her smile, something seductive in her eyes. Alexis forgets to breathe. Ballet AU.

2021

Elmdale (En Route from the Vet) [aaron rose/mike gray, T, 642] by @wearpersistencewell

Aaron Rose visits one of his nephew's stores, and gets into a heated conversation when he's overheard making fun of Schitt's Creek's name.

May Your Days Be Merry and Bright [david/patrick, E, 4,230] by @asoftplacetoland

When David gets stressed out while taking an summer course in accounting to better understand their business, it's up to Patrick to think of a way to ease his mind. A glance at the calendar sparks a very unseasonal idea.

2022

Banana Peel Extravaganza [patrick & ronnie, G, 654 + podfic] by Amanita_Fierce @cottagepodfics @sarahlevys HowOldAreWe @landofsonlali @sunlightsymphony

Someone is leaving their old peels all over the Town Council office, and it's definitely Patrick. Or Ronnie. Either way, it's driving both of them bananas. ...B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

just another picture to burn [david/patrick, M, 4,849] by @stereopticons

Five times David destroyed something from a failed relationship and one time he didn't.

The Night We Met [david/patrick, M, 1,894] by @treluna4

this is a prologue for my fic “Pull the Shot, Steam the Milk, Repeat.” David and Patrick meet one night at a club near their college campus and hook up in the bathroom.

ttylxox (will you be mine) [patrick & stevie, G, 1,563] by unrealcityunrealheart

Patrick figures out the identity of the guy he's been texting for the past two weeks. Holy shit. (Holy shit.)

You're Not Beyond Repair [david/patrick, T, 17,620, CW: suicide] by elifisher96

After both attempting suicide, Patrick and David find themselves sharing a room in inpatient care. A story of finding love in the most unexpected places. *Now complete*

2023

catch my breath to breathe your name [david/patrick, E, 358] by @stereopticons

Patrick and David have explored a lot of things together. At the heart of it all is love.

on my knees again [david/patrick, M, 250] by @blackandwhiteandrose

David made a promise to himself. Patrick makes him rethink it.

usual schtick [david/patrick, T, 178] by @enablelove

Patrick goes to practice and invites David along...who obviously isn't a fan.

Wanted: Birthday Clown [david/patrick, T, 3,835] by @mostlyinthemorning

Patrick hires a birthday clown for his cousin's party, or so he thinks. What he gets is something he never expected.

Won’t Love Anyone Else Like I Love You [david/patrick, T, 8,196] by @like-its-all-infinite

David Rose is about to turn eighteen and his whole world is going to change when he swaps bodies with his soulmate. Patrick is here to help, but what will David do when he wakes up and Patrick isn't his soulmate? And how will he tell his soulmate he can only ever love Patrick?

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2024 2019: 8 fics/56,367 words 2020: 14 fanworks (13 fics, 1 podfic)/55,237 words 2021: 2 fics/4,872 words 2022: 5 fanworks (4 fics, 1 fic/podfic combo)/26,580 words 2023: 5 fics/12,817 words Total: 34 fanworks (32 fics, 1 podfic, 1 fic/podfic combo)/155,873 words

[treluna4]

This might just be my favorite fic of all time.

“You were there all along” is the friends to lovers slow burn I didn’t know I needed.

Stevie and Twyla are childhood friends, who grow apart, grow back together and fall in love. Their relationship is soft and sweet and everything.

Also just writing it was special. I’d never written first person before, and I’ve never in my life written anything that quickly. Fics usually take months (if not years 😭) for me to write and fully edit.

This was written, edited and ready to post in 3 weeks.

I highly recommend you read it. Not simply because I wrote it, but because I genuinely love it.

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: July 13

2019

Domestic Life [david/patrick, T, 6,288] by @scarlett-ice

David knows he can be a lot, and that’s even after he’s mellowed from living in Schitt’s Creek for so long. He gets anxious, he can’t stand to see things out of his carefully planned place, and he often forgets that if he wants something to be done, he has to at least try to do it himself first, or help out. It’s just…it’s hard. It feels like he’s going against his basic instincts, being a regular person. Maybe it’s genetic. He is his mom’s son after all. But then again, she and Dad have survived together and if they can do it, then surely he can with Patrick. He just has to work at it, prove to Patrick that he’s not making a mistake. And if that means getting his hands dirty…he’ll buy gloves.

I Remember [david & alexis, G, 1,909] by DisgruntledPelican

Alexis really couldn’t believe that her mother didn’t remember the emotional state Sebastien Raine left David in. Even Alexis, who was in and out of the country during David’s mall-pretzel-and-Bridget-Jones-Diary phase, knew that Sebastien had truly hurt David.

i'll thank my lucky stars to have crossed with yours [david/patrick, T, 1,771] by @crazygirleddie

“Would you go to Mars?” he asked.“What?”“Y’know, like Earth gets obliterated by global warming and bad politicians and shit, you get an opportunity to live on Mars with the red dirt, little green dudes and blue sunsets, would you move there?” Or, Patrick feels a little lost in this universe.

It's a write-off... [david/patrick, T, 807] by @startswithhope

There was a lot of talk about Patrick and his thing with neck kisses and I wanted to write my idea of when it could have happened for the first time. This is set the night before "The Rollout". (if there was a neck kiss that happened before this that I've someone forgotten, forgive me)

Onward, Upward, Homeward [david/patrick, M, 14,775] by @samwhambam

Patrick takes David back to his hometown to visit Clint and Marcy and be there for their vow renewals. While there, David is so struck with love for his fiancé that he can't waste another minute not being married to him.

2020

A Ghost Story [david/patrick, M, 3,606, CW: violence] by pennilesspoet

Patrick starts seeing things go bump in the night.

forever can't wait [david/patrick, NR, 906] by orphan_account

A first person contemplation of one Patrick Brewer after he steps on a branch and it goes right through his shoe.

I Spy [david/patrick, T, 2,300] by upbeat

At a regional craft fair scouting out potential new vendors for the store, Patrick grows bored and tries to play a game with David to pass the time.

Perfect little movies that no one ever saw [david/patrick, M, 506] by @kiwiana-writes

It’s very obvious to David that Patrick isn’t used to asking for what he wants in bed. It’s not that he isn’t responsive, he is; it’s just that he isn’t very verbal. David is trying to encourage him asking for things, both so that he can be sure Patrick is fully on board with what they’re doing at this early point, and because hearing his buttoned-up... person he’s dating talk about sex things is a massive turn on.

soft as morning dew [david/patrick, G, 908] by @fishyspots

“What I don’t understand,” David said between bites of his croissant, “is why both of us needed to go on this trip. There are only, what, two boxes of kitchen utensils in this order?” “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to do more of the lifting?” Patrick asked innocently. “I can wait in the car when we get there, if that’s the case.” David picked up Patrick’s phone, which was plugged into the car’s speakers, and pointedly turned on the music. Or, David and Patrick find time for a vendor pickup before Cabaret.

Tempting Fate [david/patrick, G, 300] by @streetlampsunset

"He sees you. For all that you are." Patrick asked David to trust him and even with all the scars of his past relationships, Patrick made it easy. The exact moment David decided to trust his future husband.

time to take time [david/patrick, G, 1,290] by @fishyspots

“Have you had enough attention yet, or do you still require a gift?” “That is an exceptionally rude thing to say to someone on their birthday,” David replied primly. “And you should know by now that I always require a gift.” “Noted.” Patrick laughed. “Always requires a gift on his birthday. I’ll keep that in mind.” He wanted to be there for David’s next birthday. Maybe he’d even get David two gifts.

2021

A good person [david/patrick, T, 2,475] by @myolivebranch

He's going to do it. He is. He has to. It's just he feels like he needs to talk to someone, and there's literally nobody he can talk to about this. His parents are out of the question; his mother is the root of the whole issue, and he'd rather die than approach his dad to discuss his feelings about whoring himself out to a sleazebag ex to protect his mother's dignity. Ew. Canon-compliant, set during (and a little bit after) 3.10 'Sebastien Raine'. David reaches out to the nicest person he knows.

How Albany Got Her Groove Back [albany/jake, T, 1,634] by anonymous

This fic stars Albany, a junior PR Executive perennially on the verge of being fired, and perpetually mistreated by her friends Klair, Jitney and Canyon. Seemingly only good for her father's Black Card, we look a little deeper, and find there's more to her than meets the eye. For those unaware, Albany was portrayed by Amy Segal who gave us all of the Behind the Episode content, and recently won a Canadian Screen Award for Best wishes, warmest regards: a Schitt's Creek Farewell.

2022

[Podfic] we'll get together then, dad [alexis & johnny, T, podfic] by @n0connections

"Alexis? Honey?" He tries a laugh. "You're making me worry." "Sorry! Sorry." She laughs, too, and it sounds closer to the Alexis who learned to love him in Schitt's Creek. "I'm just... I don't know how to say this, I guess? But." He hears her take a deep breath before the rest of her words come out in a rush. "I'm queer, Dad. And I wanted you to know." When Alexis comes out to Johnny, he does some reflecting about his two children.

coming home to you [david & stevie, T, 2,185] by @stereopticons

There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, whenever she needs it. It’s not a guest room. David and Patrick were very clear on that. The third bedroom is the guest room. But this, this is her room. There’s Rose Apothecary products in the bathroom, even though she’d still use the drugstore brand if left to her own devices. There’s the old, battered quilt on the foot of the bed that David said didn’t go with the decor, but left it there for her anyway because he knew how much she loved it. There’s even a Sarah McLachan poster on the wall. There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, and that’s why she’s definitely not crying on this airplane.

date night [david/patrick, G, 826] by @milklovexoxo

Patrick smiles widely across the table at David. It’s their third date, officially.

Everywhere You Go, Always Take the Weather With You [david/patrick, T, 1,000] by @a-noble-dragon

It's humid and David's head aches with it. There’s a thunder storm inside him, as loud as the world outside his window. Or, 10 weather related Drabbles featuring David x Patrick.

His Very Nearness [david & twyla, g, 1,237] by @fictasticvoyage

In his early days in Schitt’s Creek, David finds a less than traditional method of caring for his mental health. His friendship with Ted and Twyla gets him through, and he maybe makes a new friend as well.

Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance [david/patrick, E, 5,122] by @mostlyinthemorning

Patrick really doesn’t want to give up his weekend to negotiate a deal with something called Blouse Barn, but things take a different turn when he meets a handsome stranger in the bar.

sophomore slump (or comeback of the year) [david & connor, G, 1,242] by @roseapothecary

“What can I do for you, Connor?” he asks. “Right.” Connor clears his throat too. “I was actually hoping I could get your advice on something?” “Oh, now you want my advice?” Connor groans. “Are you gonna make me regret this?” “I mean, probably,” David says, pretending to inspect his nails. “I don’t give very good advice.” a.k.a., Connor actually needs David's advice this time.

The Conversation [david/patrick, G, 3,671] by Critically_Reviewed

Patrick has his bags packed and is ready to leave the home he shares with his husband, David Rose, after months of being unhappy in their marriage. Before he can leave, however, he feels like he owes himself and his husband one final conversation about where it all went wrong.

the wedding planners [david & mrs. clancy, G, 1,304] by @lilythesilly

David: I can’t believe you and Ruth eloped Stevie: Are you actually mad that we eloped or that we didn’t tell you about it David: Honestly I’m running on so much adrenaline it feels like kind of both David: like equally Stevie: If it helps Ruth’s mom is yelling at her right now, because she didn’t tell her family either David: ... David: Actually yes, that does help thank you - Or, David and Ruth's mom plan Stevie and Ruth's wedding part 2.

You Were There All Along [twyla/mutt, M, 19,793] by @treluna4

“I can’t tell you when exactly it started. I don’t remember. It just seemed like one day we were relative strangers and the next day, Twyla Sands was suddenly there. A presence in my life.” Stevie and Twyla were best friends in high school. They both had unstable home lives and found comfort and solace in each other. After high school they drifted apart when life got in the way, but they always showed up for each other when it mattered. Years later, Stevie reflects on their friendship and wonders if it’s possible that they could be something more.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, 2023, or 2024 2019: 5 fics/25,550 words 2020: 7 fics/9,816 words 2021: 2 fics/4,109 words 2022: 10 fanworks (9 fics, 1 podfic)/36,386 words Total: 24 fanworks (23 fics, 1 podfic)/75,861 words

[treluna4]

Sigh. I love writing fics about those two boys in love. I will never have enough of them just being in love with each other.

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: July 12

2018

life (with you) is a gift to hold onto [david/patrick, T, 1,019] by bytheseas

David wakes up after a car accident surrounded by his family, but his boyfriend keeps finding excuses to be anywhere but close to him. (written for the prompt “I thought you were dead...” sent to me by @ blamefiction on tumblr)

2019

[text] a very fortunate soul [david/patrick, M, 683] by @olive2read

Patrick wants to watch the Little Mermaid with David but says some mean things about Ursula. David can't let them stand.

Better With Practice [david/patrick, G, 1,858] by @mostlyinthemorning

David asks Clint to give a toast at the wedding.

come rain or come shine [david/patrick, G, 2,232] by @wild-aloof-rebel

They say rain on your wedding day is good luck. Patrick thinks that’s probably only true when the rain stays outside where it belongs.

Love, Love In the Morning [david/patrick, G, 759] by Coffee_Flavored_Kisses

A response to an ask for some post-wedding fluff. Short and sweet.

Red Vines Supplier [david/patrick, G, 363] by @vodka-rocks-and-a-piece-of-toast

David is deathly ill with a mild cold.

2020

A Wish Is Just a Dream [david/patrick, G, 4,690] by odofidi

Patrick makes good on his plan to use Rom-Coms to convince David to get a dog.

And the Past Comes Back [david/patrick, T, 15,804] by @argolane

David and Patrick's relationship is put to the test when Rachel's brother shows up at their store and attacks Patrick, opening up old wounds. David finds a way to get his husband through this.

enough [david/patrick, G, 200] by @enablelove

Post-barbecue, David has some thoughts.

Giving love in a family dose [david/patrick, G, 537] by @kiwiana-writes

There’s a choking, wheezing sort of laugh from David’s area of the store that Patrick does his best to ignore. “Oh, no,” he says quickly. “She’s, ah, actually my sister-in-law.”

Just Desserts [david/patrick, E, 4,812] by @smoulderandbraids

Five times David and Patrick got ice cream one summer and were stupidly in love, brought to you by the current southern Ontario heatwave.

Love Is the Tuesdays [david/patrick, T, 367] by @streetlampsunset

David married a man who sees him for all that he is and loves him for it.

Matches [david/patrick, T, 633] by @maxbegone

Patrick laughs, his hands coming up to find David’s cheeks. “Well I didn’t want to be widowed this early in our marriage either,” he chides, “I thought we’d have at least three or four years before that.” -- A "kiss in the dark" prompt fill for @brighter-than-sunshine on tumblr.

peaceful quiet... [david/patrick, M, 894] by @startswithhope

Patrick keeps the world at bay for David for a little while during a late night thunderstorm...

Should I Walk By Again? [david & alexis, G, 3,271] by @roberttchase

“Guys, this is Patrick. He’s been on the team since Tuesday, since Mark broke his arm. He was great though wasn’t he? That last shot was golden!” Alexis shakes his hand and compliments him, but David’s barely aware of it all, as he stares at the guy- Patrick. As he stares at Patrick. He’s smaller than Ted, but still muscular, his brown hair wavy, like maybe if he grew it out, he’d have curls. His eyes are a warm brown, and when David meets them he has to look away, the intensity too much.

Takeout [david/patrick, G, 707] by @maxbegone

David whips around, eyes wide and his hands braced on the high back chair behind him. “I thought you wouldn’t be home for another hour.” Patrick crosses his arms over his chest, “The traffic was much less than I expected.” He furrows his brows together. “I’m sorry, am I forgetting an important date or something?”

The Backroom [david/patrick, G, 8,337] by @agoodpersonrose fairmanor

“Um…Patrick?” David sing-songs, battling with the tone of his voice. While Patrick knows all too well that David is easily worked up about things, David is still very much not ready to let him feel the full thwack of David Rose’s Displeasure.“Yeah?”“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this delightful little – wait, how is it shaped like that – this thing, in the backroom, would you?” A chronological audit of Rose Apothecary’s backroom and all its decorations.

Where the Sun Don't Shine [david/patrick, E, 2,426] by @reginahalliwell

David drunkenly forgets to remove his rings before sexy times with Patrick.

2021

Everything I Once Had [david/patrick, E, 27,074] by @im-televisions-moira-rose

Patrick follows David to his room closely and wordlessly, a very guilty shadow, and sits on the end of Alexis’s bed and tells him about Rachel and watches him with those sincere brown eyes that could make David do almost anything. David stands with his back to the bathroom door, arms crossed protectively around his body and feet planted firmly, but he still has this sensation in his stomach like he’s falling, the telltale hypnic jerk he sometimes gets lying in bed at night, but constant—an unrelenting, nauseating swoop deep in his diaphragm. There are two Patricks now—the one whose ass David has eaten and the one who grew up holding Rachel’s hand. After the barbecue, David takes the week to try to understand the people he and Patrick have become thanks to their relationships—old and new.

Form 2242-B: Application for a Magical Protection Certificate [david/patrick, G, 1,974] by @mostlyinthemorning

Customers are complaining about cursed products at Rose Apothecary and Council is about to intervene unless David and Patrick can clean up their act. But who could be responsible for damaging the reputation of their precious store?

Schitt Stirring [stevie & ronnie, T, 2,523] by @wearpersistencewell

When word gets out about newcomers, some townspeople have thoughts, ranging from eagerness to dread. Or: Stevie, Jocelyn, and Twyla's thoughts during the first episode of season one.

You're A Thousand Minds, Within A Flash [david/patrick, M, 38,411] by odofidi

If you had told Patrick, at age 16, that the enigmatic boy in the monochrome outfit, who looked terrified to be standing in front of Mrs. Schitt's fourth period history class was going to change his life, he never would have believed you. He would have been wrong. --- Or; Patrick's life during You Have No Home, You Have No Walls.

2022

Desperate [david/patrick, M, 1,723] by @treluna4

Maybe this problem isn’t a problem. Maybe it’s an opportunity.

Muse in lines and shade [david/patrick, T, 240] by @a-noble-dragon

David's sketch springs to life beneath his fingertips: The solidity of his lover's shoulders, the curves and highlights of muscles and flesh, the shadows cast by long eyelashes on rounded cheeks.

This (boy) is on fire [patrick & alexis, T, 3,559] by @designatedgrape

David’s jaw drops in outrage, and Patrick bites his lip as Alexis squeals, “Ooh, burn, David!” If looks could kill, Patrick is pretty sure that Alexis would have been incinerated on the spot, and Patrick wouldn’t be far behind. That is, until Mr. Rose chimes in with, “Ouch, you’re on fire, son!” Alexis and David whip their heads towards him, responding swiftly and simultaneously. “No, Dad.” “Absolutely not.” -- Or, Patrick's relationship with Alexis and the rest of the Roses, through the evolution of "Burn, David!"

three can keep a secret (if one of them is dead) [ted/alexis/twyla, T, 4,579] by @sarahlevys @lilythesilly @turningtimeinthetardis

It’s not Alexis’ fault that everything escalated so quickly. She may be intentional about certain things—the cons she runs, the heists she pulls off—but falling in love had never been part of the plan. Then again, she isn't the greatest con woman in the world for nothing, even if no one else feels like acknowledging that she is. Maybe the biggest job she ever succeeded at was convincing herself that she was never going to fall in love—and then she went ahead and did it twice. - Or falling in love, being a criminal mastermind and faking your death go hand in hand (in hand).

Three's Company [alexis/twyla, T, 3,473] by @treepyful

"I think Ted's freaking out a little because he had a threesome?" OR Alexis just wants to enjoy her quiet Sunday morning without being bombarded by texts by three panicking veterinarians. She does not get her wish.

What Once Was Ours is No One's Now [patrick/rachel, G, 12,471] by @brokenchairwrites

The story of Patrick and Rachel.

Wish on your lucky stars ('cause it's all you got) [david/patrick, T, 2,929] by @hippolotamus

Blood is oozing, slow and syrupy, from Patrick’s thigh. David can see some surface level scratches on his face. Honestly he’s a lot more concerned with what isn’t visible. Patrick is on his side against the cobblestone pathway, wincing and attempting to curl forward so he can put pressure on his leg. David’s stomach turns with every wounded noise Patrick makes. He’s heard that mouth moan, hum and spew a litany of filthy words and phrases but always in moments of pleasure. David’s never heard him like this. David’s fully aware how much is at stake if he exposes himself to help, someone could show up for Agent Brewer any moment. Still, the pull is so, so overwhelming. He feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin if he has to stay like this much longer. They come together like two magnets any time they happen to be in the same area. It seems inevitable that one day it was going to happen this way. David recalls Patrick’s fall from the cliff, how fucking helpless he felt. It doesn’t have to be that way this time. He sucks in a deep breath, and runs.

You Did Good [david & ronnie, NR, 3,840] by @tyfinn

A closer look at Ronnie's friendship with David

2023

Dear Diary [david/patrick, M, 3,129] by @68henley

Every time he wasn’t important enough, every time he was bullied at school, or made fun of, or disappointed, he took out his sketchbook. It helped him cope. For years he didn’t have a word to describe it, but eventually he came to understand that for him, his drawings were his diary. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to understand it.

i'll miss you from this place that i stand [david/patrick, T, 1,356] by @stereopticons

David knows he should be happy. After all, he just married the love of his life. He should be positively leaping for joy, shouting from the rooftop of his beautiful new house—though since they don’t actually own it yet, that might be inadvisable. But instead, he’s barely been able to get out of Patrick’s bed. After the wedding, all the Roses leave Schitt's Creek within a few weeks of one another. David doesn't handle it very well.

So I lounge around in my lingerie [david/patrick, T, 300] by @ramonaflow

So today was Patrick's day, he'd spent it catching up on some chores, done a bit of reading. Pointedly trying not to think about that item of clothing sitting in his drawer.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2024 2018: 1 fic/1,019 words 2019: 5 fics/5,895 words 2020: 12 fics/42,678 words 2021: 4 fics/69,982 words 2022: 8 fics/32,814 words 2023: 3 fics/4,785 words Total: 33 fics/157,173 words

[treluna4]

Derry Girls – 3.04: The Haunting

[treluna4]

this is actually like my third or fourth rodeo so i sort of get it but sort of dont

[treluna4]

[treluna4]

1.02 -> 3.04

[treluna4]

Oh. This one was difficult for me to write emotionally. This Clint Brewer is the father I never had and the father I wish I could be.

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: July 1

2019

Alone (And Together) [david/patrick, M, 824] by @stargatewars

Before they found each other both David and Patrick wondered if there was more to life. After they met they didn't need to wonder any more.

Happy Canada Day, David Rose [david/patrick, G, 2,674] by @mostlyinthemorning

”He looked around the campfire, if it wasn’t for the fact that half of the guests were significantly overdressed, it could have been any backyard in the country.”

Take My Hand (take my everything) [david/patrick, G, 2,784] by 2sdaynight

Patrick feels, not for the first time, like a worshiper on his knees before the heavens. (or a short fic about David being bipolar and Patrick helping him through a panic attack)

2020

[art] he's my baby, i'm his honey [david/patrick, G, art] by @sparklesmagiclightlove

Title from John Prine's "In Spite of Ourselves"

Cashmere [david/patrick, T, 10,106] by betterlate

Patrick loves everything about his husband, everything about their daughter, everything about their life … almost.

desire for the strange and new [david/patrick, G, 1,650] by @flashbastard

“Your mom’s very friendly”, David says cautiously as they prepare to open the store, and Patrick nearly drops a tub of bath salts. Two days after David meets Patrick's family they talk about the shift in their relationship, and Patrick thinks about touch.

Let Me Hold You Closer Now [david/patrick, G, 3,551] by @maybewecandreamalittle

David has lived his life carefully hiding certain bodily functions away from his romantic partners, but sometimes his body betrays him in front of his business partner to lover to boyfriend to fiancé. or 5 times Patrick chases David's insecurities away and 1 time David does the same for Patrick. or I wrote a fic about farting in front of your partner and it being okay lol

Love and Pancakes [david/patrick, T, 2,486] by @lastchancecafe13

Nowhere To Go But Up [david/patrick, T, 2,679] by @delilah-mcmuffin

“I just...I miss you,” David said, ducking his head to stare at the coffee cup in his hand. “I’m right here, David,” Patrick said, unable to hold back a slight note of annoyance from his voice. “Are you, though?”

Say It When You're Ready [david/patrick, G, 475] by MoreHuman

David has only said “I love you” three times. Now Patrick knows it.

Sparkling Colors Strewn Across the Sky [david/patrick, T, 875] by @schittposting

David and Patrick go to Schitt’s Creek’s Canada Day fireworks display.

2021

Luck. Happiness. Love. [david/patrick, M, 8,279] by @legalgal421

“I’d offer you a penny for your thoughts, but I’m pretty sure I get your thoughts for free now that we are married,” David teased, testing the waters to see if Patrick wanted to talk. David had grown quite fond of punctuating sentences with “now that we are married.” Patrick, temporarily taken out of his reverie, looked fondly at his husband, laughed and said, “Yes, my thoughts are free to you now.” He went back to staring at the photo. “So tell me,” David said as he took Patrick’s left hand. They rarely held hands. They kissed, they hugged, they touched all day long. But, hand holding was reserved for these moments. It was a way of offering strength and support to one another in their own private language. Patrick drew on that strength and support from David, took a deep breath and said it. He didn’t realize until David asked that he needed to say it out loud. “I can say with 100% certainty with no exaggeration at all that I was the luckiest person in that room tonight and I think it may go for the entire world. And it is all because of you. Our wedding day is the best day of my life because it was the day you vowed to spend the rest of your life with me.”

To Lose and Win at Love [david/oc, T, 3,654] by @wearpersistencewell

David has a fraught history when it comes to love. This is that history. With a happy ending, as we all know.

2022

[Cover Art: Gay Nightclub] [david/patrick, G, art] by mallpretzles

a new friend [david/patrick, G, 645] by @schittyfic

What starts as a very judgemental conversation about Patrick's lunch choices, turns into an unexpected development in Patrick's relationship with his new business partner. Written for the prompt: "I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

Foul Language [david/patrick, G, 292] by @different-but-the-same

“David? David! You can come out from under the seat now.” “These people are trying to kill us.” Patrick catches a foul ball during a Blue Jays game. Not everyone is as excited as he is.

Good Morning [david/patrick, E, 5,584] by @the-communist-unicorn

"There was no better way to wake up, Patrick decided, than pressed up against the warm, naked body of the man you loved." A day in the life of David and Patrick.

I'll Be There for You [david/patrick, T, 870] by @a-noble-dragon

Consciousness makes itself known with a deep aching pain in muscle and bones. Patrick's head immediately starts to whirl, his brain feeling like it’s bouncing around in his head like a misdirected baseball. His mouth is dry and stale, and his tongue feels like someone left an old sock in there to die. He tries to peel his eyelids open but they refuse to obey him, so he lets out a dissatisfied and pain filled grunt to let the morning know he has a problem with it - how dare the sun continue to rise in the sky, how dare the birds have the gaul to welcome the day with their dawn chorus when Patrick feels as dreadful as this.

The only thing in the world that matters [clint/marcy, T, 5,597] by @treluna4

5 times Clint Brewer worried about his son on New Year’s Eve, and one time he didn’t.

The Price We Pay to Feel [david/patrick, T, 1,424, CW: suicide] by elifisher96

Patrick feels as though nothing will ever change.

2023

(B)13 Reasons Why [david/patrick, T, 3,076] by @blackandwhiteandrose @stereopticons

"Happy 13 months of marriage, David! We haven’t celebrated a monthiversary in a while, so I felt like it was time to bring that back around for our lucky number, thirteen. We’ve never officially had a discussion to decide 13 was our number, but I can’t help thinking back to that first day in Ray’s office where you handed me B13 and changed my entire life. If that doesn’t make it a lucky number, I don’t know what could. I love you for a million reasons, I find a new one (or ten) every single day that I’m with you. But in honor of one year and one month, I’d like to give you 13 reasons why I am the luckiest man because I get to spend my life crazy in love with you."

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2024 2019: 3 fics/6,282 words 2020: 8 fanworks (7 fics, 1 fanart)/21,865 words 2021: 2 fics/11,933 words 2022: 7 fanworks (6 fics, 1 fanart)/14,412 words 2023: 1 fic/3,076 words Total: 21 fanworks (19 fics, 2 fanart)/57,568 words

[treluna4]

I forgot how quickly I wrote these. Art is one of my personal favorites.

Thank you so much for these shout out!! I’m gonna go reread that fic now.

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: June 27

2019

Can I Get a Hallelujah? [david/patrick, M, 2,855] by @rideswraptors

Patrick's thoughts about his burgeoning relationship with David before they stay at Stevie's.

David-Proof [david/patrick, G, 1,205] by Westgate

Patrick keeps a David-proof budget that David doesn't know about. Until he does.

Door Closed [david/patrick, E, 3,132] by @wildxwired

It’s all Patrick’s fault. Mostly Patrick’s fault. About 70/30 Patrick’s fault. A year of having to plan the majority of their physical activity has not been easy, and now that, ironically, Patrick’s got his own place his hormones seem to have regressed to that of a teenager.

I Can't Fight This Feeling Any Longer [david/patrick, NR, 7,710] by deathbysandblk

Sebastien is back in town and Patrick decides to go have a chat with him. Meanwhile, David and Stevie are on a best friend fun adventure night and meet someone interesting!

me and all my friends (we can shake until the bitter end) [david & stevie, G, 2,259] by @thestarsarewinning

“What and why are we drinking?” “Um, I don't know, and today, some snippy teen told me that my life was a mess, so-“ “And I am now a single person.” ** Twyla’s drink making ability has not improved. This does not surprise Stevie. (or, the David, Twyla and Stevie friendship Dan Levy denied us)

nobody gets left behind. [david/patrick, T, 17,502] by @focksii

“Well, it’s a really interesting, mildly depressing story,” David tries to explain. “I, uh. Seem to have-. Left. At least one or two singular cells in New York, with the girl I was seeing just before we lost everything. When we came here, I tried to call her. She was the only person I called, actually. And she never answered the phone to tell me she was-.” He isn’t totally sure what’s most appropriate way to end that sentence. “Pregnant with your baby?” Patrick finishes, with absolutely no judgement in his voice. “Yeah,” David says, voice strained. “That.” OR A little boy with the Rose Family Eyebrows shows up at the motel.

The Debate [david/patrick, G, 453] by KJthePunkAssBookJockey

Patrick just wants to watch the first Democratic Presidential debate for 2020. David's not interested.

2020

A Matter of Perspective [david/patrick, T, 16,499] by @agoodpersonrose

"I told David that he had to be careful with them; they are very literal, and they don’t ask permission like other witches do.” “Witches--” Patrick trails off, frowning to himself. “Yeah, didn’t you know?” “Oh my God, David thought they were Mennonites.” Or, after the Roses leave Schitt's Creek, David and Alexis grow apart due to miscommunication. Three women offer their services to help the Rose siblings grow to understand each other, although their methods are unconventional to say the least. One day later, he wakes up in his sister's body, miles away from home.

All the Time You Need [david/patrick, G, 1,419] by @maxbegone

When Patrick was nine years old, his father and his grandfather taught him how to fish at this very spot; a muddy bed on the edge of a beautiful lake some forty minutes north of his grandfather’s house. -- Written for the prompt: a sad kiss.

as you wish [david/patrick, E, 42,065] by @sparklesmagiclightlove

“Remember the night of your mom’s movie premiere? We had sex while I was high on the—” “Magical wish-granting pain-killers.”“Right, and I know we were joking, but we— we talked about you putting a baby in me—”AKA the AU no one asked for where David and Patrick accidentally make a baby.

D’amour ou d’amitié [david/patrick, G, 276] by Lilibel

Je ne sais pas où je suis quelque part dans sa vieSi je compte aujourd'hui plus qu'une autre pour luiIl est si près de moi pourtant je ne sais pasComment l'aimerLui seul peut décider qu'on se parle d'amourOu d'amitié- Céline Dion « D’amour ou d’amitié »

Gift Giving [david/patrick, E, 4,002] by @streetlampsunset

David tells Patrick he loves him, but the things David gives him mean so much more. Patrick gives David a gift and it’s not nothing. Five things David gives Patrick and one gift Patrick gives David. Can be read as a oneshot.

if it was mine, I wouldn't've put it in my mouth [ronnie/reader, E, 3,571] by @whetherwoman

When Ronnie has you meet her at the cafe, it always puts you a little on edge. Which is, of course, the point.

Maison Valentino [david & alexis, G, 2,552] by bigficenergy

A surprise visit from Alexis gets David thinking more deeply about the fluidity of his wardrobe and identity.

Shake and shiver just to feel you breathe [david/patrick, E, 4,704] by @kiwiana-writes

They agreed, during one of their many discussions on the topic, that they won’t get anywhere near edgeplay unless David asks for what he wants specifically. David had shrugged off this requirement, saying he was happy to just roll with it in the moment, but Patrick had fixed him with the look he gets sometimes when David’s describing something from his past Patrick finds profoundly upsetting and reiterated that if David didn’t ask for it, it wasn’t going to happen. So David takes a deep breath, and he asks for what he wants.

Something Really Stupid [david/patrick, M, 13,000] by @agoodpersonrose

David meets Patrick for the first time the very same day his ex, Sebastien Raine is in town to photograph Moira.

Sunday Kind of Love [david/patrick, T, 4,183] by @simplymarleycat

It's a soft summer Sunday for the boys with a little surprise at the end.

The Color of My Life [david/patrick, NR, 27,366] by A_Pirates_Love_For_Me

.1% of the population is lucky enough to be born without being able to see color. It means that they have a soulmate out there for them to find, a person who will make their lives burst with color. There's only two problems: 1. Patrick doesn't believe in soulmates 2. David doesn't let anyone know that he's colorblind

2021

_Rosegold_ [david/patrick, T, 20,680] by ohhelloyou

Patrick Brewer is too nervous to talk to the new girl at school (Rachel), so he gets her AIM screen name (_Rosegold_) from a friend. He starts messaging her on AIM and finds himself practically glued to his keyboard, addicted to the teasing, flirtatious banter they've established. The only problem is that _Rosegold_ is not Rachel's screen name. It's David's. Or, an AOL Instant Messenger, high school AU riddled with popular songs from 2002.

All the Glory [david/patrick, M, 3,635] by @lisamc-21

David is thriving professionally and goes on vacation to NYC with Stevie. They decide to check out the Museum of Sex, where David encounters a cute tourist in mid-range denim.

Among Ash-Heaps and Millionaires [david/patrick, M, 55,138] by fairmanor

"There were people there that made me feel like I had never seen another human before. They made me feel like I had never lived. I had seen alcohol, but never crystalline fountains of sun and bubbles that slosh through your very veins and heart, cresting like a halo through my better judgement, a single glass more expensive than my Yale tuition. I had seen girls, but never these wandering, opal beauties that came and went like moths, fluttering and twinkling with an arresting confidence that made me believe every word they said. I had seen men, but never…never David Rose." A Great Gatsby AU.

Can You Marry Me? (For Financial Aid) [david/patrick, G, 4,844] by Reese_Taylor27

The fake dating/real feelings college au no one asked for.Based on that text exchange between two friends in college wanting a better FAFSA Application.

Jury Duty [david/patrick, E, 13,257] by @beaiola

“Session finished hours ago, you should have gone home already." David Rose hasn't been able to stop thinking about the defence attorney in the trial in which he's serving on the jury. He returns after hours to see if he can't break this stalemate. - After Moira mentioned the possibility of staging Chicago on the closing night of Cabaret, David can't stop thinking about Patrick-the-lawyer in a three-piece suit. They decide to spend a little time exploring the idea.

London, Love and All It Entails [david/patrick, E, 30,630] by @londonspirit

David and Patrick love each other.This is the story of how they met, fell in love, lost each other (for a little while), found each other again and navigated their lives throughout the years.(Just read, it's worth it, I promise. I'm also terrible at summaries so there's that.)

Of Schlegels and Bennets and Dashwoods and more [david & alexis, G, 1,810] by @missewoodhouse

Apparently I'm turning this into a series now. More Literary Musings - this time on David and Alexis.Through the lens of sibling relationships in some of my favorite Brit Lit. Alternating POVs

Where Words Fail [david/patrick G, 2,275] by @mostlyinthemorning

Clint and Marcy are caught off guard after watching a video of Open Mic Night on YouTube.

2022

Art [david/patrick, T, 1,924] by @treluna4

It was a glorious morning. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and Patrick Brewer was once again stuck behind the front desk at Rose Apothecary with a massive hard-on. If only there was a way to make it go away. If only there was something so completely ridiculous, something so totally unappealing, that it could make Patrick stop thinking about his sexy business partner so he could finish setting up the store before their grand opening.

2023

800 Dollar Pants [david & stevie, G, 110] by @gingerann

What you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate's skin. David is having problems. Patrick is less than sympathetic.

2024

Fuschia [david/patrick, M, 200] by @ramonaflow

This is my first attempt at a double drabble

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 7 fics/35,116 words 2020: 11 fics/119,637 words 2021: 8 fics/132,269 words 2022: 1 fic/1,924 words 2023: 1 fic/110 words 2024: 1 fic/200 words Total: 29 fics/289,256 words

[treluna4]

For me, this movie was was part witch-y awakening, part queer awakening, and my introduction to the wonders that are Sandra bullock and Nichole Kidman. I first saw this movie WAY too young and it still remains one of my favorites.

Oh! And fun fact- I used to live very near the town where this was filmed.

Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

[treluna4]

Yo.

I’ve been actively trying to lose weight all year. I was training for a 10k and hurt my hip a few months ago, so I finally decided to give swimming a shot.

When I tell you swimming has done more for my body in two weeks than anything else has done all year!!

It's honestly such a shame that we've made such a huge thing out of swimming and swimsuits and looking good in swimsuits and fat people not looking good in swimsuits. Swimming is actually the perfect exercise for fat people because it puts zero pressure on the joints, which is a much bigger concern for us than it is for skinny people, and lets you exercise basically every muscle group without straining too much and risking injury. Yet somehow this is one of the least accessible exercises to fat people due to nothing more than a culture of body shaming. The work to unlearn all the shame to be comfortable in a bathing suit in front of strangers is huge even for conventionally attractive people, but I could probably count on one hand the number of fat people I've met who were confident enough to get in a bathing suit and go swimming in public.

And what is the exercise that somehow everyone thinks they should do instead? Jogging. It's more accessible, sure, it's easy and costs nothing to go outside and run. But I need you to understand telling a fat person to go running is basically telling them to go destroy their knees. Not to mention it's probably one of the most physically uncomfortable exercises to do when you have a body that jiggles even with compression garments.

Imagine a world where everyone had the ability and equal access to whatever exercise fit them best and helped them be happy and healthiest. Imagine a world where fat people go swimming.

[treluna4]

Oh thank you for the shout out!

This is one of my favorites. This fic turned into the Inconvenient Boners series, which I didn’t expect but was a delightful surprise (not unlike a boner, depending on the circumstances).

Patrick Brewer will forever and always be that character I most love to fuck with, and this fic was no exception.

I should go read this series again.

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: June 23

2019

All Tied Up [david/sebastien, E, 856, CW: rape/noncon] by elucidate_this

David does not like being tied up especially with rope. Sebastien doesn't care.

2020

[Podfic] I don't gamble but if I did I'd bet on us [david/patrick, T, podfic] by Amanita_Fierce

“Thank you for calling 94.1 CBC Radio, this is ‘What the Folk’, my name is Patrick and you’re on the air!” His voice sounds too loud in his headphones, and he hopes to God he’s not shouting. Shouting at his first ever on-air caller would be just his fucking luck. “Hi, Patrick? Yes, who do I speak to about the fact that you’ve played six Lumineers songs in the last hour?” * Patrick is a late-night folk radio DJ, David is the owner of a car with a broken radio dial and opinions that need to be shared. [Podfic of I don't gamble but if I did I'd bet on us, written by ships-to-sail]

big (baby) news [david & alexis, G, 2,719] by orphan_account

Instead of confessing to the fact that, while she is pregnant, she hasn’t really made any decisions regarding the future of the pregnancy and baby, she pretends to be offended, like she might have been had she not been pregnant, dramatically crying, “Oh, my God, that’s so mean!” (what if alexis was actually pregnant in "the pregnancy test"?)

Do I want to fall in love with you? [david/patrick, NR, 4,429] by For_pucks_sake

Alternate Universe where Patrick is still figuring things out and is still unsure whether to act on his impulses towards David. Having just moved to Schitt’s Creek, he visits the Wobbly Elm regularly to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Nice Guys Finish Last [david/patrick, E, 5,080] by @spiffymittens

A little part of David hoped that, if he played his cards right, Patrick might help him relax the way they sometimes did for each other when one of them had had a rough day. Because nothing says 'I love you' like a glass of wine (or in Patrick’s case, a tumbler of bourbon) and a blowjob on the couch. Or, David has a bad day, and Patrick makes it better—but not quite how David expected.

The Beauty of Ordinary Days [david/patrick, E, 20,404, CW: MCD] by Tailor1971

This fic is inspired by unfolded73’s “To Come Out the Other Side”, a story about Patrick’s death. This is the story of his last day. It was a good one. (Patrick’s death is referenced in the Epilogue but not explicitly described, other than a very brief reference to a recurring nightmare.)

What a Mess [ted/alexis, NR, 2,374] by BiblioPan

What if Ted cancelled his date with Heather and instead Alexis and Ted got drunk and had an intimate night? What if Alexis decided to terminate the pregnancy and David showed her how much he has been and always will be there for her? OR The Softest Story Featuring Abortion Since Obvious Child **Please heed the tags but know there are absolutely no descriptions of the procedure in this story and in keeping with the spirit of SC, no angry confrontations surrounding Alexis's decision either.**

2021

A Hand to Hold [david/patrick, T, 3,246] by @chelle-68

He should have stopped it. Maybe. Yeah. Marcia Clark joke aside, he should have stopped it from happening. Right?

All Shook Up [david/patrick, G, 994] by @mostlyinthemorning

After the robbery, David spirals about what might happen next until Patrick makes it better. Coda to S05E02 Love Letters.

Hearts' Awakening [david/patrick, E, 36,057] by @ineveryuniverse-sc

David’s living in New York, and trying to make something of himself without having to rely on his parents. He’s working as an assistant at an art gallery. For the first time in his life, he's willing to work hard to succeed. Patrick Brewer is a well known singer/songwriter – locally at least. He's thriving professionally, but struggling in his personal life. He’s looking high and low for an awakening. Will these boys find what they're looking for?

it can't be that bad [david/patrick, G, 402] by petrichor_apothecary

This little fic was inspired by Dan's moustache lolEnjoy!

2022

(Not) Being Left Behind Again [david/patrick, E, 4,141] by @shimmies

He’s never, not once in his life, felt this much nervous excitement, and definitely not with Rachel. Part of him wonders if something about the emotions or adrenaline of the day they met inflated the idea of David in his mind, that having David as more than a fleeting memory would somehow diminish the reality of him. But in his gut, the instincts Patrick's trusted to get him this far, he feels anything but that.-----Or, a sequel to Canadian Roads.

Coming Home [patrick/rachel, T, 9,866] by @brokenchairwrites

David is set to be the bestman at Patrick's wedding, but their history is standing in his way.

Problem [david/patrick, T, 1,005] by @treluna4

Based on the prompt from tumblr user seldom-what-I-seem: “Patrick thinks he has a sexual disfunction- has difficulty getting an erection and maintaining it- he’s tried a few different remedies but nothing has helped… until the day he meets David and everything springs into action 😉” That’s it. That’s the fic.

the hardest part [david/patrick, M, 4,095] by @wild-aloof-rebel

Even the best players go through slumps. Patrick is no exception.

Well, You Are The One, The One That Lies Close To Me [david/patrick, E, 1,285] by @fictasticvoyage

It's been a busy and stressful few weeks and once that passes, David and Patrick need to rest and reconnect with each other.

2023

if you promise me you'll stay in my vicinity [david/patrick, G, 451] by @aoubooming

*shrugs* the tags pretty much say it all

Put Your Hand in Mine [david/patrick, T, 438] by @fictasticvoyage

On their second wedding anniversary, Patrick and David reflect on their wedding day and their love for each other. Very schmoopy!

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2024 2019: 1 fic/856 words 2020: 6 fanworks (5 fics, 1 podfic)/35,032 words 2021: 4 fics/40,699 words 2022: 5 fics/20,392 words 2023: 2 fics/889 words Total: 18 fanworks (17 fics, 1 podfic)/97,868 words

[treluna4]

Ralph Wiggum is smarter and more intellectually curious than RFK Jr.