#patrickxdavid

Molten Glass Hearts by Januarium

“Ugh!” David shouts, trying to figure out how to explain how utterly maddening this man was. “Yes, he was polite, I guess, but the way he said it was like—" he lets out a noise of frustration “—you know that fucking emoji of the moon?”

“The one with that condescending smile that looks like it probably just did a really bad fart and is proud of it?”

“Yes!” David points so forcefully at Stevie that he almost falls off the couch. “He may have said polite words but his expression was pure stinky-fart-moon-face!”

Stevie makes a noise of disgust. “I hate that fucking emoji.”

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David meets Patrick Brewer, a glassblower, at the Elmington Craft Fair and loves his work, but wishes it didn’t come attached to someone so condescending. Not that it matters, because apparently Patrick has no interest in becoming part of the Rose Apothecary brand. It wouldn’t be nearly so annoying if Patrick’s best friend wasn’t about to be David’s newest vendor.

Chapter 1

Something - The Beatles

(Simply) The Best - Tina Turner

I Love You Always Forever - Donna Lewis

Yellow - Coldplay

Always Be My Baby - Mariah Carey

Like A Virgin - Madonna

You Can’t Hurry Love - The Supremes

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

At Last - Etta James

Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours - Stevie Wonder

Maybe I’m Amazed - Paul McCartney

Fred Astaire - Jukebox The Ghost

You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac

First Day Of My Life - Brighteyes

Heaven - Bryan Adams

Author Rec: wildxwired

All I Want, aka O Christmas Trope by @januarium

David/Patrick, E, 42707 words.

A festive fake-dating!AU.

“What if you did have a boyfriend?” Stevie makes it sound so reasonable and David does his best not to show the stab of jealousy deep in his gut at the words.

“They’re coming in like, two weeks, Stevie. There’s no way I can meet a guy in that time, let alone get to a point of introducing him to my parents.” Patrick sounds wistful, though.

“It could be me,” David says at the same moment as Stevie asks, “What about David?”

Molten Glass Hearts is now complete, at just under 67k words. Chapter 8 is here.

It’s silly to feel such nervous excitement on arriving at Stevie and David’s house, but it’s been four days since he last saw David and that is too long as far as Patrick’s concerned. Stevie’s out of town again—just for the night this time—and David has decided he wants to cook Patrick dinner. Patrick offered to come and help, but David was very stubborn about being the one to cook.

The door opens and Patrick holds out the bouquet of flowers he couldn’t resist buying. It’s a bunch of white roses in a vase he made; a gradient of clear and blue glass, with groups of thin dark lines across it. “I wasn’t going to go for the Rose pun, I promise, but they were the only flowers I thought you might approve of that aren’t poisonous to cats.”

David does the thing he does with his face when he thinks someone’s being too nice to him and Patrick can never resist kissing that look. It’s a deep, lush kiss, even with the vase held between them, which only breaks because Patrick finds himself smiling too much to keep it going.

“Well, hello to you, Mr Brewer,” David says with a flirty shimmy. “What’s gotten into you today?”

The love of David's life

Molten Glass Hearts Chapter 5 is up!

David’s been hunched over his phone in the store room completely engrossed in this conversation when he’s supposed to be doing his closing checklist, but he can’t even mind. This... seems like a date? Patrick is going to cook a meal and they’ll talk and have sex and David will stay the night. That’s a date.

Unless... is it a business meeting and then a hook up and then letting a friend stay in your spare room so he doesn’t need to drive? Patrick’s house from the outside is gorgeous, he definitely has a spare room. God, why is this so fucking complicated and why can’t David stop himself from caring so much.