Hi! You can call me Skye. Your local 20 something who got into fic/writing as a teen and is somehow still here. Vibing with FitzSimmons, and HellCheer at the moment. 🏴 icon by the lovely @2minutes2midnight (She/Her)
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Coming back from the dead to say that history is repeating itself, going on a first date on St Patrick’s Day again, COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT
Is it lucky or unlucky to go on a first date on St Patrick’s Day?
Asking for a friend 👀
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Lol a very long delayed update:
This lasted three dates and then he completely stopped messaging me ✌🏻
I’m fine this was actually months ago 😂
Is it lucky or unlucky to go on a first date on St Patrick’s Day?
Asking for a friend 👀
#no prizes for guessing WHY he stopped messaging after the THIRD DATE#men are simple and stupid#skye rambles
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He’s so sweet I am GOING TO THROW THINGS
Is it lucky or unlucky to go on a first date on St Patrick’s Day?
Asking for a friend 👀
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It was so lucky
Sososososososo LUCKY
Is it lucky or unlucky to go on a first date on St Patrick’s Day?
Asking for a friend 👀
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Is it lucky or unlucky to go on a first date on St Patrick’s Day?
Asking for a friend 👀
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mental illness is inherently so cringe. sorry for failing at adult tasks my excuse is i have failing at adult tasks disease
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jane austen was right!!!!! i AM half agony half hope!!!!! if i loved you less i COULD talk about it more!!!!!!!! i WAS in the middle before i knew i had begun!!!!!!!
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“You should wear my shirts more often,” he murmurs as he rubs his hand up and down her side.
“Yeah?” Chrissy giggles again, pursing her lips together as she snuggles up to him, slipping her leg between his under the sheets as she slides her hand up his chest.
“Definitely.” Eddie sighs with satisfaction as he relaxes, looping his right arm around her shoulders as Chrissy pillows her head on his chest.
if we don’t leave this town (we might never make it out)
the time has come for this fic to end, as sad as that may seem. thank you to everyone who’s read it, shared the posts for it, left comments and kudos, or reached out to me elsewhere to let me know how much they’ve enjoyed the story. i love this fic with all my heart and finishing it is bittersweet, but i’m so proud of the results. and a super special huge thank you to @bloomsbury for this amazing art piece that captured chrissy and eddie just perfectly 💛
read chapter eleven/the finale here on ao3
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being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot
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everlark + tropes [requested by @panemgif]
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