How long until 10,000 fics?
Our little Schitt's Creek fandom hit 9,000 fics this week, so I thought it would be fun to have a little guessing game about when we 10,000 fics.
For context, here are the fic milestones to date:
1000 Aug 22,2019
2000 Dec 30, 2019
3000 May 25, 2020
4000 Sep 11, 2020
5000 Dec 11, 2020
6000 Mar 10, 2021
7000 Aug 12, 2021
8000 Dec 29, 2021
9000 Oct 3, 2022
I've made a google form to collect the guesses, the deadline to guess is October 15, 2022.
Once all the guesses are in, I'll publish a list and we'll see how everyone does.
Happy guessing!
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Oooh p&d kiss #49. Out of necessity please
Sorry this took me so long!
Patrick has been gone for three minutes and seventeen seconds. Eighteen. Nineteen.
David should really stop looking at the clock, it’s just that it’s the only thing he can focus on to keep his mind off of the fact that he’s still not entirely sure where things stand between them. He had walked in the store with the intention of making up with Patrick and the whole Rachel thing, unable to stand being apart any longer despite all of the lovely gifts.
He really should have done this sooner, because he’s afraid he’s fucked things up this time. Patrick didn’t seem too mad, but he wants an olive branch and all David wants is to kiss his boyfriend.
Correction, he needs to kiss his boyfriend. He needs to know he still has a boyfriend. He needs them to be okay. And maybe Patrick deserves an olive branch or two.
Patrick definitely deserves an olive branch. Maybe an entire olive tree.
Because, the thing is. Patrick is different. Patrick treats him the way he always wished someone would, the way he never expected anyone to.
Patrick treats him like he actually likes David, like he thinks David is interesting and deserving of someone like Patrick, and David had started to believe him.
And then Rachel happened, and David retreated. He had almost stopped waiting for the ball to drop, so when it swung into town like a wrecking ball it had knocked the wind out of him and left him questioning everything.
Then the gifts came rolling in, and the texts from Patrick that David couldn’t bring himself to respond to. They proved how well Patrick knew him, that he really does care. They were few, but sincere, and they were exactly what David needed to hear; an I’m sorry, David, I never meant to hurt you the first night and a good morning, I’ll cover the store. We can talk whenever you’re ready the following morning. Patrick knew to give David his space and not overwhelm him with apologies via text. Apologies to David were better received in gift boxes.
Then David went and got greedy, and might have messed up the first decent relationship he’d ever had.
So yeah, David couldn’t help but watch the clock and wait for Patrick to come back from lunch, but it had been years (seven minutes and twenty five seconds, but David is convinced the clock is broken–did someone go and reprogram the minute hand to years while he was moping and collecting olive branches?) and David still stood alone in his–their store.
Surely it’s usually busier than this?
The bell above the door shakes him from his spiraling and he looks up and offers a forced smile at the customer. Once they’ve made their purchase, he forces himself to avoid looking at the clock again and begins considering his options.
Patrick wants an olive branch.
He can do that. He can come up with a gift for Patrick. He considers things Patrick likes, eventually deciding that the best way to Patrick’s heart isn’t through material gifts, but something that David can do for him to show he means it; to show Patrick he’s all in.
After a few more minutes of brainstorming, looking back on their relationship, he has the perfect idea. His lips curl slightly as the idea fully forms and the bell rings again, revealing Patrick with a large bag and a drink tray from the cafe.
“You still got me lunch?”
Patrick rolls his eyes fondly as he sets the bag and drinks down on the counter, “Of course I did. I’m still expecting an olive branch, though.”
David steps out from behind the counter and wraps his arm around Patrick’s waist. “Oh, you’re getting an olive branch, honey.” He winces almost imperceptibly at his casual use of the pet name, still not sure if that’s okay, but Patrick smiles and David can’t hold back any longer. He presses his lips to Patrick’s, sinking into the familiar feeling as Patrick kisses him back like maybe he needs this as much as David, who thinks he may have just made a slight whimpering noise, which is confirmed when Patrick laughs a little before diving back in.
If he gets that reaction from a small, involuntary sound, David can’t wait to watch Patrick’s reaction when he puts his plan into action, Tina Turner over the speakers as he lip syncs his heart out to the words Patrick sang to him not so long ago.
Tear us apart
Baby I would rather be dead
David’s not quite sure how Tina got it all so right, but he can’t disagree.
Patrick is simply the best.
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