peter parker/tom holland imagines

prompts // i | t.h./p.p.

bro i want to turn these into oneshots but i don't have any ideas heLP
if you want to request these just comment a summary (like who's saying what) or something i'm running out of ideas and no one really comments or anything
it kinda makes me feel like people don't really like these imagines but i might be over thinking it because there aren't that many readers anyways

one:

"i don't believe in never," he said.

"i don't believe in always," you countered.

"well," he shrugged, a smirk growing on his face, "opposites attract."

you raised an eyebrow, "never."

"always," he finished.

two:

"shit. we're gonna die."

"hey, hey, look on the bright side! be positive! i don't wanna hear that negativity!"

"yay! we're gonna die! whoo-hoo!"

three:

"ooooh, she's angry."

"how can you tell?"

"well, you can tell what her mood is by her hands. like, right now, she has a gun... that's aimed directly at us. so i don't think that means she's happy to see us, if i'm being honest."

four:

"run."

"if the potion only makes you attack the people you love, i'll be fine. i can stay here and distract you, or, like, stop you from hurting the people you actually do love—"

"i love you," she/he/you cried under her/his/your breath, concrete fracturing under her/his/your knuckles, "now run. please."

five:

"what? what's your problem, huh? are you afraid to look at my scars? disgusted? you think you're too good for me now that i'm 'damaged goods'?"

"i— of course not—"

"then look at me like you used to! look at me like i'm still a real person!"

six:

"i'm literally begging you."

"if you were begging me," a pause, "you'd be on your knees right now."

seven:

"do you need this back... or...?"

"you're asking if you can keep the knife in your ribcage?"

"yes... it's very- very homey."

"it's a fucking knife."

eight:

his/her/your eyes were lifeless and cold, "you have no idea who i am, do you?"

nine:

"why are you staring at me?"

"i'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust."

ten:

"i'll get us out of here. can you pass me the bobby pin?"

"you know how to unlock handcuffs with a bobby pin?"

"absolutely not, but there's a first time for everything."

eleven:

"did you bring us here to die?"

"duh."

"i genuinely can't tell if you're being serious or not."

twelve:

"it's pointless to count stars."

"it's also pointless to count freckles, but i know that there are 21 on the right side of your left hand."

thirteen:

"is that blood?"

"no. it's satan's juice, a knock-off of kool-aid."

"huh?"

"yes! it's blood, you prick! now help me!"

fourteen:

"i have a plan."

"thank god."

"it involves fire."

"absolutely not."