#hope i made my point clear cus i literally woke up just now

[denkilightning]

watching dreams stream rn and the way dream always carries out conflict/confrontation conversations with entire paragraphs of stating everything about the situation from his perspective, how it makes him feel, what can be done about it and basically being extremely emotionally intelligent and mature for which the main proof is the message he sent tommy that he showed in the beginning VS tommys portrayal of him being a purposefully slow caricature with 'youre a bully 2x' 'its mine' 'youre the worst person ever' making him seem like a child mentally... same man who called dream 'an actual bastard' for posting a meme with the r slur in it

[cancerousjojian]

stargazing | peter parker

summary: peter surprises you with a backyard camping sleepover. it’s all fluffy and cute.

a/n: i actually wrote about this in my fall headcannons and decided i wanted to write it by itself. hope you enjoy babes!

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It felt like your day couldn’t get any worse.

You woke up, fifteen minutes behind schedule, by the way, with a pounding migraine topped off with a sinus infection. You could barely find the will inside you to drag yourself out of bed. You would have stayed home and slept in all day, probably watch some scary movies given the Autumnal mood you were in due to the weather changing.

Yes, absolutely. That is definitely how you would spend your day, had it not been for the extremely important AP English Lit presentation you were doing that day.

When you finally dragged yourself out of bed and out of the house, you immediately were greeted by pouring rain and your foot sank into a mud puddle. Just your luck.

Then, because you slept through your alarm, you missed the bus and had to walk to a block in the rain to school.

And finally, it was time for your presentation. It had to have been because you were already having a miserable day combined with the raging migraine you had, because you couldn’t focus during your presentation and completely missed what you were going to say.

To make things even worse, you didn’t get to see Peter all day because he was away at an Academic Decathlon tournament. You couldn’t text him, either, as he’s far too busy trying to memorize answers than to be on his phone.

So there you were, walking down your block on your way home from school, wiping tears away from your eyes.

It was the first day of fall, your favorite season. You’d been looking forward to it all year. The leaves that fell onto the sidewalk as you walked on it only made you more upset that you were having a bad day, as you so desperately wished to have an amazing first day of fall.

You plopped your school bag on your bed with a thud, watching your mattress bend to its weight. You fell upon your mattress too, covering your face with your pillow. You thought about all the homework you had and how much you didn’t want to do it.

Just then, your phone started ringing. It took a few rings before you had the energy to reach for it out of your bag. Upon seeing your boyfriend’s name on the phone, you quickly wiped your tears from your cheeks and answered with the best cheery voice you could muster.

“Hey, Peter.” You said, trying not to sound like you’d just been crying. That obviously didn’t work, as your boyfriend’s voice didn’t sound as vibrant as it usually was when he replied.

“Hey, babe. You okay? You sound... sick or something.”

Damn it. You forgot your sinus infection made your voice sound like you were literally dying.

“Oh, yeah, I woke up feeling like trash. How did your tournament go?” You tried to sound normal but your clogged nose proved to reign over your vocal chords once more. At least your headache was starting to go away.

“It went great! We won by one point.” Peter apologized for your sickness to which you thanked him for being so caring.

“Well I was gonna invite you over to show you something, but if you don’t feel good you don’t have to. I know you’re dying to curl up in a ball under covers and watch Netflix.” He said, earnestness in his voice. You smiled at how well he knew you.

“Actually, I’d love to come over. I’ve had the worst day ever and I just want to see you.” You felt your heart leap at the thought of seeing him.

“Okay! Can I pick you up in ten minutes?” Peter asks.

“Definitely. See you soon.”

When you hang up, you go to the bathroom to take an Advil and swig of DayQuil to alleviate the heavy feeing in your chest. You flinched at the bitter taste of the medicine.

You barely had time to change out of your drenched clothes before Peter was knocking at your door to pick you up.

On the short ride to his house, you told him all about your terrible day.

“Babe, I’m so sorry. I hope you feel better soon. We have so many fun things to do this fall!”

“I know. I’ll be better soon, hopefully.”

A lull of silence passed before Peter spoke again. “So, I have a surprise for you.”

You turned your head to him as he pulled into his garage and put the car in park. “You do? What is it?”

“I can’t show you yet. We have to wait until it’s dark out.” He flashed you a cheeky smile.

When you go inside his home, you’re greeted by a wistful looking Aunt May. “Hey, hun. Peter told me you were sick. Is there anything you want? Some tea or medicine?” She asked you in the warm voice she always possessed.

“I’ll have some tea, actually. Thank you so much, May.” You smiled at her. You loved how you always felt genuinely welcomed by her whenever you came over.

To pass the time until it was dark out, you, Peter, and Aunt May sat around the kitchen table and played card and board games. You were betting Halloween candy instead of money during poker, and you defended your title of reigning champion of Candy Land yet again. You were having so much fun, you almost completely forgot about the atrocious day you had.

Finally, after a hard loss at UNO, night fell and Peter was getting ready to show you his surprise. “Okay, don’t open your eyes until I tell you to.” He had a kind of childlike giddy in his voice that you thought sounded so adorable.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed.

Peter had his left hand holding your right one, and his other hand holding a hefty flashlight. You stepped outside to the frigid New York autumn weather, walking about ten steps before Peter stopped you by placing a hand on your shoulder. When he cued you to open your eyes, you almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

In front of you was an erected camping tent big enough for three people at least complete with a ton of fluffy blankets and snacks, and a burning campfire with two logs to sit on. You chucked in disbelief at the sight.

“Do you like it? I remember you saying once that you’ve always wanted to go camping in the country but that there are no good places to do it in Queens. I tried my best to replicate a camping site. How did I do?” Peter started rambling from his nerves. He probably took your silence as disliking his set up.

“Peter. It’s amazing. It’s adorable. You’re adorable.” You hugged him then, and the heat of his body reminded you of the chilly air blowing over your face. You felt him relax when you assured him you loved the surprise.

You and Peter both crawled into the tent, cuddling up to each other right away. The ground was surprisingly comfortable to lay on. You looked up and saw a clear panel out of the roof of the tent. “Look! We can stargaze while we’re laying in here.” You said, pointing up at the sky. You felt your boyfriend smile next to you.

“I was gonna say something really cheesy but I decided to spare you.”

You talked while still staring up at the stars, “No, say it! You have to now. Doesn’t matter how cheesy it is.”

“Well I was just gonna say that you’re the brightest star out of them all.” Peter said.

“Oh man, that was cheesy.” You said through gritted teeth, causing both you and Peter to erupt in laughter. He sarcastically thanked you for your back-handed compliment.

You repositioned yourself to become more comfortable. You laid your head in the crook of Peter’s shoulder, resting your arm across his torso. Your knee slightly rested on his calf, and his cheek laid on your head. You smiled into the position, smelling Peter’s cologne. “I love you.” You said.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He placed a gentle kiss on your head.

Not ten minutes passed before you were talking again. “Hey Peter?” You asked, shifting your eyes up to look at him.

His eyes were closed as he answered you. “Yeah?”

“I’m freezing.” You whispered this time.

“Me too. Let’s sleep inside and pretend like we slept in here.”

You laughed at his willingness to go back into the comfort of his room. “Okay, sure.” The two of you sat up and carried your blankets into the house.

“I didn’t have any WiFi out there, either. Also, like, coyotes and stuff.” Peter said, making you laugh out loud at how he seemed to value the WiFi more than his life.

You and Peter carefully settled back into his bed, but not before you took some NightQuil to aid you to sleep and alleviate your illness. You fell into the same position as last time.

“Ah, warmth.” He said, sinking into the mattress. His hand found your back and started scratching softly, making goosebumps appear on your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut at the therapeutic feeling.

“Ah, WiFi.”

Peter stifled a laugh as you giggled at your own joke, kissing your forehead yet again before you wished each other goodnight.