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hi gonzo. this takes place directly prior to the one i posted earlier:

Maddie blinks a few times. "There's coincidence, and then there's fate," she says. "Imagine if they had to get rescued off that thing. I guess the coast guard flew a helicopter into a hurricane to find them."

"Helicopter pilots are a special kind of crazy," Buck says. He should know—he's kissed Lucy. 

"Anyway, are you going to tell me why you've been so hard to get ahold of for the last few months?"

Buck sighs, and picks a watery tomato out of his sandwich. "You remember Natalia?"

"Yeah," Maddie says. "I thought you two broke up?"

"We did, yeah, but we stayed friends. She's been, uh, introducing me to her people, and we've been having fun, you know?"

"Okay."

"And, well, a couple months ago she took me to a drag show at a gay bar."

"Oh! Was it fun?"

Buck smiles wistfully. "Oh, it was incredible," he says. "And then, after it was over, I started dancing with some people. Some guys, actually. And then I saw him."

Maddie pauses, falafel halfway to her mouth. "Saw… who?"

"The most beautiful man on earth," Buck groans. He reaches his hand into his pocket, feels for the earring he's been carrying around like a talisman ever since that day. "He was tall, and wide, and he was wearing a v-neck, and he had—hair, I dunno, and—and a jaw, and a cleft! And earrings! And he was looking at me, and I was looking at him, and then we danced, and we made out, and then we hooked up in the bathroom, and I pulled his earring out of his ear with my tongue, and he really liked—"

"Oh my god," Maddie says, flinging her falafel onto the floor as she covers her ears. "Sorry, pause, what? Are you—I didn't know you liked men?"

"I didn't, either," Buck says. He pulls the earring out of his pocket. "Until him."

P!!!

you got your P, you got your P!

📣 gimme an E!

……and so on, until me and my imaginary gang of cheerleaders have spelled out pearlypairings because you deserve all the cheers for your WIP goals! 😆

Today’s mission, should you choose to accept it, is: one whole paragraph in the Chrissy/Patrick fic 💕

HIIIIIIIIIIII!!! This has been an absolute DELIGHT in my inbox. I'm obsessed with you and this cheer and ahhhh thank you for this!

Trying to write a little each day has been hard but so rewarding. Having you as my cheerleader along the way is even better<3

I have done numerous paragraphs for those two angsty hurt teens who desperately need comfort and fluff. Here's a sneak peek of next chapter:

Patrick pushed on, not waiting to hear their reply. A groan slipped through the trees and he dashed over a thorn bush where a great big oak tree towered over a small clearing. Leafless and rigid, the oak still commanded the forest with its solid stature and regal appearance. At the base of its trunk, three thick roots jutted out in separate directions and cut into the dirt floor with streams of debris. Something stirred on the west side of the trunk, shadows that looked like shuffling feet and frantic hands. “Chrissy?”

Amari took the mayor’s advice and after running a few errands for the ‘Creature Keeper’ earned enough simoleons to purchase a llama.

If he keeps this up, he’ll earn the townspeople's trust and secure all the votes he needs to revoke that stupid music rule in no time!

Ooh ooh okay okay obviously it will get properly explained at one point in the second story, but the process itself isn't exactly spoilerly (with maybe the exception of three individuals I will not name nor mention), SO here it is all in one convenient post!

(Note: Lots of eyes under the cut; if that makes you squeamish avoid at all costs!)