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A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted – mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.
Second Chance Summer by Morgan Matson
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#bookquotes
Finished this book recently and it brought all the summer vibe I was craving… it’s chilly her in Australia right now. What I wouldn’t give to be floating in a rowboat, basking in the sun reading a book. Plus this quote about keeping your childhood friends – I still have regular catch-ups, and it’s true, they understand me like no-one else. Friends to cherish!
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#amreading#AusBookBlogger#book#book quotes#Casey Carlisle#contemporary#Fiction#Morgan Matson#Novel#reading#romance#Second Chance Summer#summer#TBR#writerslife#Writing#writingcommunity#YA#YA Fiction#YA Literature#young adult
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The Last Drive Blog Tour with Pete Springer
The Last Drive Blog Tour with Pete Springer
Today is the kick-off of The Last Drive tour. I’m so pleased to be with Pete today. You can visit his post at https://petespringerauthor.wordpress.com/petes-blog/ We have been following each other for a little over three years. In that time, I’ve come to know Pete as a community-oriented, family man who is serious about getting his new novel represented and published. He has already published a…
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#Adventure Fiction#Angel and Spirit guides#author#books#Paranormal Fiction Books#Pete Springer#Second Chance Summer#Spiritual Fiction Books#The Last Drive#They Call Me Mom#Thriller Mystery Books#Thriller Suspense#Time Travel Fiction
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"You fight so dirty but you love so sweet, talk so pretty but your heart got teeth."
#captain john price#cod nikolai#5 seconds of summer#nikprice#writing something naughty for nekro#i just think you should get a boost if you play price and nik together during matches#Boyfriend Bonus#15% chance of an automatic headshot
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Just For Summer - Steve Harrington x Reader
Steve Harrington x reader. Camp Counsellors AU. `lovers x enemies x lovers again. Pining, so much pining. Sexual tension. Stranger Things AU. Multi-chapter story. Eventual smut.
word count: 2,055
Chapter One
Camp Lake Haven was one of my favourite places in the whole world.
I first got sent to Camp Lake Haven when I fourteen years old - I remember feeling like I was in a vintage horror film; like Friday the Thirteenth, with the various wooden cabins, the thick canopy of trees swishing in the wind and the sound of childish screams and splashes from the lake.
It was the first time that summer that I had felt excited. I had been cooped up the first week of summer - all my friends had gone on holiday with their families and I was left at home, forced to hear my parents fighting until the early hours of the night. My baby brother Will had managed to sleep through it, he always had the gift of sleeping like a baby, even now at the age of fourteen when most teenage boys laid awake like bats.
It had been the best summer of my life - afternoons spent swimming in the lake, evenings huddled around the campfire making s'mores and listening to the camp counsellors' scary stories. Camp Lake Haven really was a haven, a haven where I could forget everything and just spend time being a teenager. A teenager whose biggest worry was who to sit by in the Mess Hall, what swimming costume to wear to the lake - not about her parents impending divorce.
I loved Camp Lake Haven.
It was that love that ensured that I signed up to Camp Lake Haven even as an adult - as a counsellor rather than camper for the first time. More specifically this year I had gotten the job of camp nurse. I had just finished a gruelling degree in paediatric nursing and despite having a job offer in the city; I had decided to spend one last summer in Camp Lake Haven.
A final goodbye.
I walked through the crickerty wooden gate; the familiar sense of excitement running through me as I glanced at the faded Camp Lake Haven sign. Even at twenty four years old I still had the urge to run directly into the lake that was peeking through the trees towards the end of the camp.
I clutched at my rucksack as I made my way towards Cabin 11. I had been assigned it through email when I had signed up as the camp nurse. It was further back than the other cabins, probably to give the counsellors some privacy away from the prying eyes of the children.
“Is that Y/N I see? Back from the big city?” A voice squeals from behind me.
I turned around with a smile pulling at my lips; I would recognise that voice anywhere.
Robin comes hurtling towards me, various bags wrapped around her outstretched arms. She crashes into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders as I narrowly avoid a cool box to the face. I hug her back tightly, laughing as she spins us both around.
I had met Robin in my second year of Camp Lake Haven. We had become fast friends in a game of capture the flag. Both of us had been on our periods and wildly fighting off cramps. We had been in opposing teams and had stumbled across each other as we stomped angrily around the woods looking for that godforsaken flag.
“This is so stupid.” Robin had grumbled when she had seen you, wrenching her green team bib over her head.
I had huffed in agreement, taking my red bib off and tossing it to the floor angrily.
“Wanna raid the mess hall and see if we can find some ice cream?” I had suggested.
The rest was history.
“Please tell me you are staying in cabin eleven too? I emailed Hopper to request he put us together.” Robin pouted pleadingly when we finally detached.
“Aw I emailed him too!” I confessed. “Looks like the grump listened because I’m in cabin eleven thank god.”
Hopper was the head camp counsellor at Camp Lake Haven. He was a large burly man who was a man of few words, in fact the most you normally got out of him was grunt and grimaces. However his heart was in the right place, he loved the camp and the kids who came every year, and he was kind enough to give you the role of Camp Nurse despite applying a week late.
Robin led the way into the cabin, easy chatter falling between us. We grabbed the bunk closest to the window and I grabbed the top bunk by swinging my bag onto the mattress with some effort. Robin quickly claimed the bottom bed - it was an arrangement that worked every summer, Robin claimed that her fear of heights even included the top bunk.
“Did Nancy sign up this summer too?” I asked as I took a seat on Robin’s bed as she unpacked. She always unpacked while I was more of a ‘live out of your bag and hope for the best’ girl.
Robin froze slightly, her fingers tightening on her white t-shirt that had ‘STAFF’ written in bold red letters. Robin looked at you over her shoulder, her shaggy long hair falling over her eyes slightly.
“She did…” She trailed off uncomfortably, “But I wish she hadn’t.”
My brow furrowed in confusion before I noticed Robin was blinking rapidly to keep her tears at bay.
“Oh Robin, not again;” I sighed heavily, “What the hell happened, last time I facetimed you things were great between you both.”
Robin started flinging her clothes aggressively into the shared dresser beside the bunk beds, “We were fighting all the time…and she started to hang out with her ex, and I know they are just friends but it made me jealous and I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“I’m so sorry Robin.” I apologised softly.
Robin sighed and stopped cramming her swimming costumes into the top drawer so she could fling herself onto the bed next to me, “Not as sorry as I was when I saw they had both signed up for camp this year.”
“Wait…both of them?”
“Yeah, her and fucking Steve the hair Harrington.”
My heart dropped at her words. I groaned myself, dread running through my veins as I buried my head in my hands.
“Please tell me you did not just say Steve fucking Harrington.”
“Oh shit, sorry girl I completely forg-”
Robin stopped talking as the door to cabin eleven swung open.
Talk about cosmic timing…
Steve Harrington was striding through the door, a duffel bag hanging from his shoulder and a worn copy of Bernard Cornwell’s novel Sharpe. I knew it was that book because he read it every summer, ever since he was twelve. He was mid-laughter, his head hanging back and a devastatingly boyish smile on his lips.
My heart betrayed me by accelerating, my skin thrumming as I listened to the beautiful sound. Steve had always had a great laugh, it was one of the first things I had noticed about him all those years ago, seven years ago to be precise. He had filled out over the years, muscles straining under his weathered vintage t-shirt as he readjusted his bag further up his arms.
Robin froze beside me and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from Steve Harrington to see what was causing his raucous laughter. Nancy was walking behind him, dressed in a soft pink cardigan and flared jeans. Her hair had been curled to perfection and her lips shined with what I assumed was cherry lipgloss.
“I swear to god it happened.” Nancy giggled ruefully before she came steaming to a holt, her eyes wide and she realised Robin and I were in the cabin staring back at them.
Steve followed Nancy’s gaze, his eyes taking in the scene before him. His eyes flickered to Robin before they made their way over to me. His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he seemed to take a sharp inhale of breath. I immediately looked elsewhere, choosing to focus on the battered spine of his book instead of the mole that nestled in the corner of his lip.
That used to be my favourite place to kiss.
“Hi Y/N,” Nancy greeted hesitantly, her body almost curling in on herself with how uncomfortable she apparently was, “Hi Robin.” her voice cracked slightly at Robin’s name.
“Hi Nancy.” I greeted quietly as Robin nodded mutely beside me.
Steve opened his mouth, his dark eyes earnest. He went to take a step forward and then seemed to collect himself. He rolled back on his heels, clearing his throat before a smirk took over his face.
“Robin.” He nodded his greeting before his eyes zeroed in on me, “and Y/N…” he sniggered, “Wow they must really be scraping the barrel for camp counsellors this year.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Clearly, I wouldn’t let you or your stupid hair near my kids with a bargepole.”
Steve had the nerve to look offended. His hair had always been long, however this year the soft brown strands coiled around his jaw in a fashionable mullet style. I knew his hair was soft, I had borrowed his shampoo the first year I had known him…and I’d made a habit of running my hands through it every chance I got.
“If I recall correctly, you always liked it long Firecrack-.” He practically spat the nickname.
“Don’t call me that.” I warned heatedly, taking a step forward.
Steve cocked his head, his lips pouting mockingly, “Your fault for having red hair Firecracker.”
My cheeks burned at the nickname. Steve and I knew exactly why he called me Firecracker, and it definitely wasn’t just because I had red hair. That nickname was once rewarded with a horde of butterflies in my stomach, now it only created roots of contemptment in my stomach.
Camp Lake Haven was one of my favourite places in the whole world.
I first got sent to Camp Lake Haven when I fourteen years old - I remember feeling like I was in a vintage horror film; like Friday the Thirteenth, with the various wooden cabins, the thick canopy of trees swishing in the wind and the sound of childish screams and splashes from the lake. It was the first time that summer that I had felt excited. I had been cooped up the first week of summer - all my friends had gone on holiday with their families and I was left at home, forced to hear my parents fighting until the early hours of the night. My baby brother Max had managed to sleep through it, he always had the gift of sleeping like a baby, even now at the age of fourteen when most teenage boys laid awake like bats.
It had been the best summer of my life - afternoons spent swimming in the lake, evenings huddled around the campfire making s'mores and listening to the camp counsellors' scary stories. Camp Lake Haven really was a haven, a haven where I could forget everything and just spend time being a teenager. A teenager whose biggest worry was who to sit by in the Mess Hall, what swimming costume to wear to the lake - not about her parents impending divorce.
I loved Camp Lake Haven.
It was that love that ensured that I signed up to Camp Lake Haven even as an adult - as a counsellor rather than camper for the first time. More specifically this year I had gotten the job of camp nurse. I had just finished a gruelling degree in paediatric nursing and despite having a job offer in the city; I had decided to spend one last summer in Camp Lake Haven.
A final goodbye.
I walked through the crickerty wooden gate; the familiar sense of excitement running through me as I glanced at the faded Camp Lake Haven sign. Even at twenty four years old I still had the urge to run directly into the lake that was peeking through the trees towards the end of the camp.
I clutched at my rucksack as I made my way towards Cabin 11. I had been assigned it through email when I had signed up as the camp nurse. It was further back than the other cabins, probably to give the counsellors some privacy away from the prying eyes of the children.
“Is that Y/N I see? Back from the big city?” A voice squeals from behind me.
I turned around with a smile pulling at my lips; I would recognise that voice anywhere.
Robin comes hurtling towards me, various bags wrapped around her outstretched arms. She crashes into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders as I narrowly avoid a cool box to the face. I hug her back tightly, laughing as she spins us both around.
I had met Robin in my second year of Camp Lake Haven. We had become fast friends in a game of capture the flag. Both of us had been on our periods and wildly fighting off cramps. We had been in opposing teams and had stumbled across each other as we stomped angrily around the woods looking for that godforsaken flag.
“This is so stupid.” Robin had grumbled when she had seen you, wrenching her green team bib over her head.
I had huffed in agreement, taking my red bib off and tossing it to the floor angrily.
“Wanna raid the mess hall and see if we can find some ice cream?” I had suggested.
The rest was history.
“Please tell me you are staying in cabin eleven too? I emailed Hopper to request he put us together.” Robin pouted pleadingly when we finally detached.
“Aw I emailed him too!” I confessed. “Looks like the grump listened because I’m in cabin eleven thank god.”
Hopper was the head camp counsellor at Camp Lake Haven. He was a large burly man who was a man of few words, in fact the most you normally got out of him was grunt and grimaces. However his heart was in the right place, he loved the camp and the kids who came every year, and he was kind enough to give you the role of Camp Nurse despite applying a week late.
Robin led the way into the cabin, easy chatter falling between us. We grabbed the bunk closest to the window and I grabbed the top bunk by swinging my bag onto the mattress with some effort. Robin quickly claimed the bottom bed - it was an arrangement that worked every summer, Robin claimed that her fear of heights even included the top bunk.
“Did Nancy sign up this summer too?” I asked as I took a seat on Robin’s bed as she unpacked. She always unpacked while I was more of a ‘live out of your bag and hope for the best’ girl.
Robin froze slightly, her fingers tightening on her white t-shirt that had ‘STAFF’ written in bold red letters. Robin looked at you over her shoulder, her shaggy long hair falling over her eyes slightly.
“She did…” She trailed off uncomfortably, “But I wish she hadn’t.”
My brow furrowed in confusion before I noticed Robin was blinking rapidly to keep her tears at bay.
“Oh Robin, not again;” I sighed heavily, “What the hell happened, last time I facetimed you things were great between you both.”
Robin started flinging her clothes aggressively into the shared dresser beside the bunk beds, “We were fighting all the time…and she started to hang out with her ex, and I know they are just friends but it made me jealous and I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“I’m so sorry Robin.” I apologised softly.
Robin sighed and stopped cramming her swimming costumes into the top drawer so she could fling herself onto the bed next to me, “Not as sorry as I was when I saw they had both signed up for camp this year.”
“Wait…both of them?”
“Yeah, her and fucking Steve the hair Harrington.”
My heart dropped at her words. I groaned myself, dread running through my veins as I buried my head in my hands.
“Please tell me you did not just say Steve fucking Harrington.”
“Oh shit, sorry girl I completely forg-”
Robin stopped talking as the door to cabin eleven swung open.
Talk about cosmic timing…
Steve Harrington was striding through the door, a duffel bag hanging from his shoulder and a worn copy of Bernard Cornwell’s novel Sharpe. I knew it was that book because he read it every summer, ever since he was twelve. He was mid-laughter, his head hanging back and a devastatingly boyish smile on his lips.
My heart betrayed me by accelerating, my skin thrumming as I listened to the beautiful sound. Steve had always had a great laugh, it was one of the first things I had noticed about him all those years ago, seven years ago to be precise. He had filled out over the years, muscles straining under his weathered vintage t-shirt as he readjusted his bag further up his arms.
Robin froze beside me and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from Steve Harrington to see what was causing his raucous laughter. Nancy was walking behind him, dressed in a soft pink cardigan and flared jeans. Her hair had been curled to perfection and her lips shined with what I assumed was cherry lipgloss.
“I swear to god it happened.” Nancy giggled ruefully before she came steaming to a holt, her eyes wide and she realised Robin and I were in the cabin staring back at them.
Steve followed Nancy’s gaze, his eyes taking in the scene before him. His eyes flickered to Robin before they made their way over to me. His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he seemed to take a sharp inhale of breath. I immediately looked elsewhere, choosing to focus on the battered spine of his book instead of the mole that nestled in the corner of his lip.
That used to be my favourite place to kiss.
“Hi Y/N,” Nancy greeted hesitantly, her body almost curling in on herself with how uncomfortable she apparently was, “Hi Robin.” her voice cracked slightly at Robin’s name.
“Hi Nancy.” I greeted quietly as Robin nodded mutely beside me.
Steve opened his mouth, his dark eyes earnest. He went to take a step forward and then seemed to collect himself. He rolled back on his heels, clearing his throat before a smirk took over his face.
“Robin.” He nodded his greeting before his eyes zeroed in on me, “and Y/N…” he sniggered, “Wow they must really be scraping the barrel for camp counsellors this year.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Clearly, I wouldn’t let you or your stupid hair near my kids with a bargepole.”
Steve had the nerve to look offended. His hair had always been long, however this year the soft brown strands coiled around his jaw in a fashionable mullet style.
I knew his hair was soft, I had borrowed his shampoo the first year I had known him…and I’d made a habit of running my hands through it every chance I got.
“If I recall correctly, you always liked it long Firecrack-.” He practically spat the nickname.
“Don’t call me that.” I warned heatedly, taking a step forward.
Steve cocked his head, his lips pouting mockingly, “Your fault for having red hair Firecracker.”
My cheeks burned at the nickname. Steve and I knew exactly why he called me Firecracker, and it definitely wasn’t just because I had red hair. That nickname was once rewarded with a horde of butterflies in my stomach, now it only created roots of contempt in my stomach. Contempt that Steve had now tainted another thing that had been ours that summer - another valuable thing that had obviously meant nothing to him.
I turned away from Steve, no longer able to look at him.
“I’m gonna check on Will, see what cabin he’s been assigned.” I said to Robin. I looked at her apologetically, the last thing I wanted to do was leave her in this uncomfortable situation with her ex-girlfriend, but Steve Harrington’s presence was suffocating and I needed to get far far away from him.
“I’ll come with you.” Robin offered quickly; happy for a reason to escape.
I nodded my goodbye at Nancy and walked past her to the front door, not before I shoved my shoulder into Steve’s ribs. It was juvenile but god, it felt good.
Steve laughed, but it wasn’t the warm laughter that he had entered the cabin with, it was cold and condescending.
“Bye Roomies!” He called cheerfully after us before I slammed the front door in his face.
I stormed away from Cabin Eleven, Robin hot on my heels as my feet automatically led me towards the lake. It was still early and the kids wouldn’t arrive for another hour or two, including Will who had chosen to take the bus with his friends. However, Steve wouldn’t have known that so he had served as a perfect alibi to run away from the trainwreck that was happening in the cabin.
“Wow,” Robin breathed out as we stood at the foot of the lake. “This is awful.”
I nodded in agreement, “Does Hopper have a sick sense of humour or something putting us all under one roof.”
I stared out at the large expanse of the lake, toeing a pebble in annoyance with my converse. It was a gorgeous day and the sun reflected on the lake, making the water almost appear like a mirror made of onyx.
The lake had always been my favourite place, my Mum would argue that it was because I was a Scorpio and it was in my blood being a water sign. Maybe she was right, but I could argue that it was because the air always felt hazy and warm surrounding the lake and after the long afternoons when it would finally glow pink with sunset, fireflies would run across the water like flecks of gold.
I took a deep breath and turned to Robin, “Look,” I grabbed her hands in mine, my fingers tracing over her chipped black nail polish, “It’s just for the summer. We just have to get through the summer and then we never have to see them again.”
Robin nodded in agreement, a sad smile on her lips, “We’ve got this. Just for the summer.”
Part Two
#steve harrington#stranger things#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson#stranger things au#steve harrington smut#stranger things fanfiction#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve x reader#steve harrington angst#billy hargrove#summer camp#second chance romance
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THINGS THAT COMPLETELY CHANGED MY LIFE / SHAPED ME AS THE PERSON I AM TODAY #1/?
outer space / carry on by 5 seconds of summer
#when i tell you i screamed so loud at the 5sos show#i've been a fan of them for literally over 10 years at this point i'm talking since they opened for one direction bruh#and i never had the chance where i was able to see them live until the 5sos show last august#it was the greatest gift i could ever receive and my dream was to always hear outer space live ever since i was in 13#i thought they would never perform it again after the royal albert hall BUT ALAS!#greatest shock ever#i hope past me is happy now#5 seconds of summer#5sos#luke hemmings#calum hood#ashton irwin#michael clifford#5sosedit#*plutoedits#pluto’s favorite things
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*according to spotify
#swiftpolls#* my polls#* my spotify#* music polls#polls#poll blog#music polls#polls for fun#polls for swifties#tumblr polls#poll time#taylor swift#lorde#reneé rapp#billie eilish#chance peña#hozier#wrabel#noah kahan#5 seconds of summer#hayley kiyoko#gracie abrams
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Via Ai FM
#I DIDN'T EVEN GET A CHANCE TO POST THE STAR VIDEO FROM HIS GRID POST AND NOW HE'S SHIRTLESS AND MORNING VOICE SINGING AND WHAT IS HAPPENING#5sos#5 seconds of summer#ashton irwin#ashton#blood on the drums#straight to your heart#ai fm#video#kh4f post#I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN HAVING A TERRIBLE DAY (AND IT'S NOT EVEN NOON)#AND LAST NIGHT HAD A HORRIBLE NIGHT#LIKE I HAVE STRAIGHT UP NOT BEEN HAVING A GOOD TIME#SO NOW FEELING THE WAY I AM FEELING SEEING THIS#I FEEL INSANE#WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING#I love him 🥺#but also 🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🤸🏻♀️🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠😭😭😭😭😭👰🏻♀️#goddddd the chest hair#beard#curls#all the hair#everything#i am#fine
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You’re not an escape. You’re everything.
Meet me at the lake, Carley fortune
#books#book diary#reading#book#book aesthetic#book quotes#book review#meet me at the lake#every summer after#carley fortune#romance books#second chance romance#second chance#romance book#cute#aww#Summer#summer book#summer books
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“My dream is to bask in the sun during the day and to lie underneath a lamp at night.” – Choi Ung
#Our Beloved Summer#kdrama#korean drama#korean dramas#k drama#kdramas quotes#korean quotes#그 해 우리는#Second Chance Romance#Life#Youth#Drama#netflix drama#netflix kdrama#netflix series#dramas#choi ung
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In the span of a breath, the deflating pang of regret vanished. Lydia gazed at Stiles and saw...everything. Understanding, care, patience, forgiveness, willingness... It was all there, same as it always was, all of it directed at her. She saw the boy she had been gravitating towards since he asked her to the Winter Formal, and she wanted nothing more than to dance with him again.
Read more: ao3 &ffnet
#time for one last memory#I can't believe it's been 3 years since I finished this fic#stydia#stiles and lydia#stiles#lydia martin#remembering...#Falling Slowly quotes#this is a love story#chapter 38#Begin Again#between s2 and 3#second chances#moments of clarity#friendship and love#stydia dancing#on a Wednesday in a cafe#summer of stydia#she paid attention - she listened to him - she remembered#stydia fic#my writing#my fanfic#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfic#post 6a#lydia's pov#reasons Lydia fell in love with Stiles#stydia relationship#that's my otp#remember I love queue
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StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo
Second Chance
Five years after breaking up with Peter, Tony realizes he never stopped thinking about him. He broke up because Peter was too young. But now the boy is 22. Well, still very young, but- five years older.
Tony can’t stop. He doesn’t regret breaking up with him back then, Peter needed to have a normal end of teenage years. But he definitely regrets bot being with the young man right now.
But he also knows he broke Peter’s heart. He did it for him though… But if there’s a chance Peter still wants him back, Tony will take it.
And Tony Stark has a plan. No he never texted MJ for that, what are yall saying ?
His plan is simple : dropping pink flowers in front of Peter’s flat every sunday.
Peter will understand fast, of fucking course he will. After all, Peter was the one giving Tony a pink rose for their first ever date back then.
But will Peter fall for Tony again ?
It’s simple, he doesn’t even need to. Peter never stopped loving him.
for @starkerfestivals 💖
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#bookquotes
There have been many impossible moments in my life that I thought I would never make it through… but I always managed to fight through to the sunshine. If you feel lost, take it as an opportunity to create your own path, explore, try something new, or just standby those who are tried and true.
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→ a little bit about distance and regret
& a glimpse at my mania from the past summer. i may or may not have destroyed my life but i'm still here so we're counting this as a success so far.
#my writing#flash fiction#a lot went on this summer#i destroyed an 8-year relationship#moved to florida for a week#and then moved back#yeah i'm not sure if this is gonna work but i'll give it a second chance
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Conrad: See this? This is my "I don't care" face.
Jeremiah: That's your normal face.
#conrad fisher#jeremiah fisher#the summer i turned pretty#tsitp#belly conklin#jenny han#books#bookaddict#bookmemes#tumblrpost#incorrect quotes#tumblr funny#contemporary romance#second chance romance
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hilson song of the century unfortunately
#makes me need to die a little bit actually#summer’s on its deathbed. there is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends#i will come back to life but only for you#the world may call it a second chance but when i came back it was more of a relapse!!!!! hello!!!!!!!!#bad#house md#hilson#+
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