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yall know what to do !!

nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ” 2: “ Not you again.. ” 3: “ Leave me alone. ” 4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ” 5: “ Why do you hate me? ” 6: “ I lost the baby. ” 7: “ I thought you loved me. ” 8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ” 9:“ I can’t believe you! ” 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” 11: “ You’re a monster. ” 12: “ I hate you. ” 13: “ Don’t leave me… ” 14: “ You’re a disappointment. ” 15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” 16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ” 17: “ Are you upset with me? ” 18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 19: “ I’m going to kill you! ” 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ” 21: “ Thanks for nothing. ” 22: “ Dont call this number again. “ 23: “ Why did you spare me? ” 24: “ You need to leave. ” 25: “ I’m sick. ” 26: “ I’m dying. ” 27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 28: “ I thought we were family!” 29: “ There was never an us. ” 30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ” 31: “ I fucked up. ” 32: “ I came to say goodbye. ” 33:“ He’s dead because of you. ” 34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ” 35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ” 37: “ Dance with me! ” 38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ” 39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ” 40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant. ” 42: “ I need a hug. ” 43: “ You’re special to me. ” 44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ” 45: “ Do you trust me? ” 46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ” 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” 48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ” 49: “ Lets have a baby. ” 50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” 51: “ I want to take care of you. ” 52: “ Can we cuddle? ” 53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” 54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ” 55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ” 56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” 57: “ Is that my shirt? ” 58: “ How did we get here? ” 59: “ You own my heart. ” 60: “ You’d be a great dad. ” 61: “ You’d be a great mom. ” 62: “ I want to protect you. ” 63: “ Whats the matter? ” 64: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ” 66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” 67: “ Stop being so cute. ” 68: “ You’re making me blush! ” 69: “ You’re teasing me again… ” 70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ” 71: “ You’re the best! ” 72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ” 73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ” 74: “ Of course I remembered! ” 75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ” 76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ” 77: “ Are you jealous? ” 78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ” 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” 80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ” 91: “ I’m fine. ” 92: “ Are you drunk? ” 93: “ Are you high? ” 94: “ We cant go in there… ” 95: “ Give it back! ” 96: “ Well this is just great. ” 97: “ Don’t touch me. ” 98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ” 99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!” 100: “ I didn’t do it! ” 101: “ I did it… ” 102: “ I don’t remember that! ” 103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ” 104: “ Get that thing away from me! ” 105: “ You owe me. ” 106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ” 107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ” 108: “ Are you hitting on me? ” 109: “ Why are you naked? ” 110: “ You did what?! ” 111: “ You have… Superpowers? ” 112: “ Why are you bleeding? ” 113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ” 115: “ That wasn’t funny. ” 116: “ This tastes horrible. ” 117: “ This is delicious! ” 118: “ Are you mad at me? ” 119: “ Stop ignoring me… ” 120: “ I love that show too! ” 121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?” 122: “ Lets blow this joint. ” 123: “ Let me help you with that. ” 124: “ Take that back! ” 125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ” 126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ” 127: “ What are you listening to? ” 128: “ I brought you your coffee. ” 129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ” 130: “ Run! ” 131: “ Lets run away together. ” 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” 133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ” 134: “ Was I really that drunk? ” 135: “ Was I really that stoned? ” 136: “Give me back my phone! ” 137: “ You’re an asshole. ” 138: “ Are you cold? ” 139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ” 140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ” 141: “ Did you hear that? ” 142: “ It’s just your imagination. ” 143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ” 144: “ Stop being such a baby. ” 145: “ Go back to bed. ” 146: “ Are you okay? ” 147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.” 148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ” 149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ” 150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ” 151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ” 152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ” 153: “ Put me down! ” 154: “ There’s only one bed… ” 155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ” 156: “ How did I loose it? ” 157: “ I read your diary. ” 158: “ This is awkward. ” 159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ” 160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts. Please if you’re rebloggling tell your followers if you’re interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.

Sexual: 161: “ Bite me. ” 162: “ Make me. ” 163: “ Fuck me. ” 164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ” 165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” 166: “ Okay.. This is new. ” 167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ” 168: “ You’re in trouble now. ” 169: “ What a pretty sight. ” 170: “ Bend over. ” 171: “ On your knees. ” 172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” 173: “ Lay back. ” 174: “ Take off your clothes. ” 175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ” 176: “ I’m waiting. ” 177: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 178:“ As you wish. ” 179: “ First one to make a noise looses.” 180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ” 181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ” 182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ” 183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ” 184: “ Can I touch you? ” 185: “ Open up. ” 186: “ No strings attached. ” 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” 188: “ Mine. ” 189: “ The nights still young. ” 190: “ We cant do that here! ” 191: “ Behave. ” 192:“ What did you just say? ” 193: “ Good girl. ” 194: “ Good boy. ” 195: “ Come here. ”

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Homecoming Heartbreak

in which ; peter parker x reader are best friends and promised they'd go to the homecoming dance together if they didn't have other dates. however, peter forgets to tell the reader he's going with liz, and the reader gets dressed up and waits for peter to arrive. the reader goes alone but peter can't stop thinking about you.

"Mom..?" You muttered, stepping into the dining room in your dress and heels. Tears began to fill your eyes, but you quickly blinked them back. You wouldn't want to show up to the dance a wreck, especially since Peter stood you up.

She lifted her eyes from the book she was reading and furrowed her brows.

"I'm sorry, dear." She sighed, putting her hand on your shoulder.

You couldn't piece it together. You realized Peter had been quite forgetful and busy these past months, without any explanations, but this was beyond his character to do. You've been planning this for months, and you planned to tell him how you truly felt after you went out for a late night ice cream stop after the dance, a tradition you so desperately tried to keep alive.

"I'll start the car." Your mother said, offering to drive you to the dance.

You nodded, and fiddled with the boutonnière you'd bought for peter, that matched your deep red dress. Holding it carefully in your hand, you walked to the car and held your head high.

"I'm sure he didn't forget dear... Maybe something came up?" Your mother reassured, beginning to drive.

"No, he always forgets. Something always comes up. I should have known better not to even think he'd give a sh-"

"Relax dear. He's a good guy. He's your best friend. I know he'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose."

"No, Mom, that's not how it is! I've been waiting so long to tell him, we were supposed to get ice cream, like always!" You snapped, tears forming in your eyes again. Unintentionally, you dug your nails into the skin of your palm, flattening the petals of the flowers, out of rage. You couldn't help but feel everything you kept pent up at once.

You rested your freshly straightened hair against the window, shutting your eyes, slowly breathing in and out. By the time you arrived, you were fifty minutes late.

"(Y/N), wait." Your mother called, before you shut the door.

"I think you should tell him." She nodded, giving you a look of reassurance once more.

Folding your arms, you sighed and nodded as you turned to walk to the doors.

Walking through the gym, the loud music vibrating throughout your body.

Across the gym, you saw peter stand with Liz, with an royal blue tie matching her dress. Suddenly you met eyes with him. It seemed as if he already realized what he had done to you and what he had forgotten.

"(Y/N)? I didn't think you coming, weren't you supposed to go with Peter?" Ned asked, offering me a cup of soda he had in his hand.

"I don't even know at this point. We were supposed to go together if we didn't have anyone else to go with, but it's looks like he found someone and didn't want to tell me." You frantically said, as your heart began to race again.

"(Y/N), wait-"

"I'm sorry. I can't do this." You muttered, stepping away from the crowds.

You walked down the entirely dark hallway, your heels slowly clicking with every step.

"(Y/N)! Stop!" A voice desperately called from behind you. You could tell it was Peter, and you ignored the pleading. You've heard it all too many times to care. Though you couldn't admit it, Peter's voice made your heart a bit more uplifted and hopeful.

You mistakenly stopped in your tracks as you quickly brushed away the tears that you couldn't hold back anymore, swallowing the lump in your throat. Refusing to face him, you placed your face in your palms as you felt the most defeated you ever have.

"(Y/N)?" Peter said, placing his hand on your shoulder, attempting to turn you around.

"Don't touch me, Peter!" You snapped, turning around and pushing his hand off of you.

"Please, let me help you I don-"

"You've already done enough! This is you, Peter! This is what you do to people who care about you!" You nearly yelled as you looked everywhere but his eyes, brushing a piece off your hair behind your ear.

He stepped closer to you, examining every feature of your face, the way your hair fell to your shoulders, the sparkles dusted on your eyelids, and the rosiness of your cheeks that was still visible in the dimmed lighting.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on on his shoulder. You couldn't help but sob and shake from your anxiousness. Clutching the collar of his shirt, you held him tighter to you as you continued to weep.

"You're gonna be okay. Sit, come on." He whispered, carefully lowing to the ground as you remained stuck on him. Peter placed his jacket around your shoulder's protecting your back from the cold metal lockers you learned against.

"I'm... so sorry..." Peter whispered, placing his hand on top of yours, clutching it tight.

"You forgot about me. Why do you keep forgetting about me? Why tonight, of all nights?" You sniffled, taking your hand away.

"(Y/N), it's a long story, I-"

"Peter, I don't care. You say that every time. I don't understand. It's one thing to always flake on our plans and forget about homework, but we've talked about this all year! You didn't even tell me you found someone. You know, I really do love you, but sometimes you're just so oblivious."

"(Y/N), I couldn't stop thinking about you all night. I can never stop thinking about you. Not tonight, not ever. And your dress it's-"

"Now that, is what I call bullshit. You think about me 'all the time'? Then why don't we walk home together anymore? Why don't we go out for ice cream every Friday night with Ned? Why do I only see you at lunch, only sometimes?! You couldn't even remember me tonight. I knew it would hurt, but not like this. You could have told me you found someone."

Peter looked into your eyed with a look of disbelief and sorrow. He could tell how hurt you were, by the way your voice cracked after every statement, how you still unknowingly held onto his boutonnière, and how you could hardly look him in the eyes.

"I still make sure you get home safely. Every evening. Listen, (Y/N), I know you don't think I'm always around and looking out for you, but I am. I am truly so sorry for not letting you know about Liz. It was so last minute and I was planning on calling you, but something came up. I don't have feelings for her, I thought I did on the surface, but all I can truly think about is you. I can't be near you anymore. I don't want you to get hurt."

"How can you even say that? You're not even there. I walk alone every day, avoiding every alleyway after what happened when I was alone last year. You said you'd always walk me home, you promised me! I shouldn't have even been surprised about Liz. I put a lot of faith in you tonight."

"(Y/N), why do you think those guys finally left you alone?" Peter said, tears forming in his eyes from frustration. You hadn't seen him cry in ages.

"It's because I told them to! I always watch to make sure you get home."

"I'm so lost right now."

"What's wrong with your neck?" You asked, as his collar loosened. It looked as if it was freshly bruised, and he shuddered as you touched it.

He took your hand away and looked away from you.

"Please don't hate me. I didn't know how else to tell you." He whispered, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he sniffled.

His shirt revealed a red and blue suit under his dress shirt, with a spider in the center.

"You're... you're joking, right?"

"I wish I was." He sarcastically chuckled, his melancholy overcoming him.

"I was at the bank before tonight. I brought Liz because she needed a ride over. I was coming to get you, but I was too late. I texted your mother earlier today, I was going to surprise you with peonies, because they're all you talk about. As soon as you walked in, I realized how much of a mistake I made. I tried to show up on time, but my neck was killing me I had to make sure I was going to be -”

"It's okay. Just breathe. " You whispered, wiping the tears from his face, and then from your own.

"I'm really sorry, Peter. I didn't know-"

"About what? How I felt or Spide-" He sharply inhaled from the pain, as he readjusted.

"Both." You quickly giggled, running your hands through his hair to comfort him. In response, he leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed.

"Yeah. I guess you're the oblivious one." He joked, letting out a small laugh as he held onto you closer.

[paisleypeter]

the whole ass theater when cap told the avengers to assemble in endgame

[paisleypeter]

how i was sitting through the endgame credits knowing damn well that the avengers have owned my ass for half my life

[paisleypeter]

hey hoes i’m back and at full stan mode

send me requests!! they’re finally open again yay! i already have a lot but i’ll get to as many as i can (i am quite busy though). also i usually do the requests when people ask kindly so if you do, keep an eye out ;)

[paisleypeter]

i just wanted to say that you are so beautiful!! 💞💞 (also i think a date to the movies would be a great imagine idea 😊)

thank you so much!! and that’s adorable, i’ll write one! 💗💗💗

[paisleypeter]

hi! i love your blog, and i wanted to know what your wattpad is so i can follow u. thanks! (mine is @quinleywalsh)

hi love!! thank you so much! mine is ibernia, i’ll follow you!! 💗💗💗

[paisleypeter]

HE LOOKS SO PROUD TO BE FROM QUEENS WOW THE SOFTEST BOY

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Loki!daughter | Peter Parker Headcanon

In which: A Loki!daughter reader feels bad for missing her father because of the things he’s done, but still misses him regardless, and Peter comforts her.

a request for @nymphie66 !

• You’d start to miss your father out of nowhere

• You’d just be taking a walk in the park with Peter or sitting on the couch and you’d slowly begin to cry because your thoughts consumed you

• Peter would of course drop everything and ask what was the matter and make sure you’re okay

• “(Y/N), babe? (Y/N), babe, what’s the matter?”

• “I... I miss m-my Dad again...”

• Peter just holding you tight and humming your favorite songs, rocking you slowly and rubbing your back, as you tightly gripped onto his shirt and cried into his chest, never wanting to let go.

• You often going to Peter to talk things out, because you feared no one would truly accept you because you were his daughter

• “Peter, is it wrong for me to miss him? Is it? Everyone tells me it is! Everyone’s probably scared of me, too! I can’t help but miss him, what do they expect?!”

• “(Y/N), babe, it isn’t wrong for you to miss him. He raised you, he made you happy, and you made him happy. Do not blame yourself for his actions. You are you. I can promise you, none of your friends or my friends hate you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to a lot of us.”

• These conversations would lead to unintentionally deep conversations on chilly NYC rooftops until 1:45 AM

• “Peter? Do you ever miss your Dad too?”

• “I think we both know the answer to that one, babe.”

• Sitting in silence just holding each other tightly and watching the tiny cars drive by, because you both knew how you felt, even without words.

• You’d both get very emotional and vulnerable but that would be okay because the two of you finally had someone who understood your pain and troubles

• Even if it was “different”.

• But Peter would always make sure to cheer you up.

• Always

• He’d leave hand-written notes in your locker or under your pillow about how everything’ll be okay, he’d buy your favorite ice cream flavor and take it back to your house when he was “going home”, and take you to surprise movies in the park, just to take your mind off things.

• You’d eventually come to terms with missing your father, even if people shamed you for it.

• You knew Peter would always be there for you, no matter what.

• And not to your surprise, it always remained that way.

I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open, so feel free to send me one! ♡

[paisleypeter]

PETER PARKER ON AN AIRPLANE IS THE BEST PETER PARKER

[paisleypeter]

Please can I have Peter Parker headcanons for loki!daughter reader where she feels bad for missing her dad bcs he tried to kill everyone but she still misses him and peter comforts them, I love your blog by the way it’s amazing!!!!❤️❤️

of course you can! i love that idea, i’ll get to it! thank you for your request, & thank you so much, that means a lot to me! 💗

[paisleypeter]

Sick Day | Peter Parker Imagine

In which : Peter Parker takes care of the reader because they are sick.

Word count : 851

Warnings : Fluff

a request for @dreamerofzaldrizes !

     "(Y/N). Hey, (Y/N)." A faint voice called, as your shoulder was gently being shaken.

     You turned from your side, awaking from your light sleep and saw Peter, your newly acquired boyfriend, by your side.

     "Peter! Goodness no, why are you here? And, how? How did you get in my bedroom, I look a mess, you -"

     "It's okay (Y/N), you texted me earlier, remember? Because you’re sick. I came though the window in your living room... You told me to come in when I got here, I'm sorry..."

     "No, no I'm sorry Peter, I remember now. I'm sorry. I just forgot because I'm so miserable feeling." You sniffled, rubbing your sore eyes with your sweatshirt.

     "It's alright, could I carry you for a second?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he kneeled on the ground against the bed.

     "Why?"

     "Because, I want to show you something."

     You nodded, unable to argue, and held your arms out. He carefully picked you up bridal style, leaving your blankets on the bed.

     "Peter, that made me really cold." You shuddered, beginning to get dizzy. He only kissed your forehead in response, covered your eyes with his hand, took you out of your bedroom, and onto your couch that was in the form of a pull out bed.

     Taking his hands off your eyes, he gently rested you on your couch, on top of a warm blanket. Peter then placed a pillow behind your head, and kissed your forehead once tucking you in.

     "You gave me fresh blankets?! Out of the dryer?!" You squealed, with your voice slightly scratching.

     "Yeah, I did. I'll be right back okay? Rest your head, I know you feel terrible." He said, softly kissing your cheek and giving you a heartwarming look.

     "No, Peter, please stay."

     "I'll only be gone for a second babe, I'm hardly going anywhere, I promise." He smiled, kissing the top of your head once he stood up.

     Once he returned from the kitchen, he brought out a plastic bag, with a flat tray in his other hand. His backpack was strapped on his back and he hurriedly rushed to your couch.

     "What're you doing, Peter?" You asked, beginning to sit up from the couch.

     "Shhh." He whispered, putting a finger to your lips and squeezing your face.

     Peter placed the tray between where you sat on the bed, and placed two tubs of broccoli cheddar soup and two raspberry Snapple bottles on the tray, as well as a cookie for only you.

     "You got us Panera! That's my favorite!"

     "I know, your mom told me. Here, open wide." Peter said smiling, as he fed you soup. You clutched to his chest, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, half asleep as he gave you everything you needed.

     "What's in your bag?" You asked, tugging at it.

     "Oh, erm, here." He shyly said, unzipping the bag. He took out his Midtown Sweatshirt, and one of his favorite beanies.

     "I know you like to wear these when you miss me or want to feel special. Plus, they're super cozy, so I just thought you'd like them, you know." Peter blushed, looking at his hands.

     You quickly took off your loose T-Shirt, and tossed it under one of the many pillows that laid next to the two of us.

     Peter's eye's widened at the sight of you in your and light pink bralette, and he soon turned his head.

     "Oh sorry, I didn't even think about... well, um... you know. I just wanted to wear your sweatshirt but I'd be too hot with my shirt on too, I'm already burning up..." 

      "It's okay (Y/N), I don't mind. Plus you don’t have to wear the sweatshirt...” He teased, still looking in the other direction.

     "Peter Parker! Inappropriate,

but I agree. Now cut it out and look at me,

idiot!” You giggled, tossing your shirt at him.

“I’m an idiot? Alright then, come here.” Peter laughed, very gently pushing you down on the mattress and covering your face in so many kisses that you could hardly breathe. Laughter filled the room, and for a second, you began to cough.

“(Y/N), did I hurt you?” He said, cautiously helping you sit up.

“No, no I’m alright.” You sniffed, holding his sweatshirt and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Here, you need your soup, it’ll make you feel better.”

     Once you finished your soup, you cuddled up next to him as he laid on the mattress, covered in blankets. Every once in a while Peter would check your temperature, and see if your breathing was at a regular pace, because he was so worried you wouldn't be okay.

     "Thank you for this, Peter." You drowsily whispered against his neck, as you smiled and held him tighter. In response, he kissed every inch of your face, with a final kiss on the lips. The two of you had fallen asleep together until the evening, and you had thankfully felt better late on, because of the care you were given.

[paisleypeter]

Headcanon | Natural Beauty

In which ; The reader is bullied for having an afro, among other things, and Peter comforts her.

A request for @soft-parker !

• You being teased by a lot of the girls at school because your hair is too “frizzy”

• Peter always noticing when you get made fun of when you aren't there and stands up for you even though he’s really shy

• "You know, (Y/N) is a really nice person, and she doesn't deserve this. Her hair is beautiful, and so is she. If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all."

• Peter noticing when you come in school with your hair fully out every monday

• "Woah, (Y/N), your hair! It's... well... it’s adorable." He says, as he blushes to an extreme extent fjdkk

• Cheering you up when other's make you feel self conscious of your hair

• "They're just jealous, (Y/N). Plus, it suits you so well."

• You getting made fun of for “acting too white”.

• “(Y/N), why do you listen to that type of music? You’re half black.”

• Peter overhearing that crap and putting an immediate stop to it, even though you told him you could handle it yourself

• BUT IT JUST MADE HIM SO ANGRY YK

• “(Y/N) can listen to whatever damn music she’d like, got it? She doesn’t have to act a certain way because you tell her to.”

• Peter being proud of you when you finally stand up for yourself

• Even though you’re nearly always told to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, Peter takes great care of you, and takes you home to his apartment after school when you’re upset to eat ice cream together and showers you with kisses

• And, after all this time, you are finally confident with yourself, liking what you like, and your hair because Peter showed you that there is beauty in everyone and everything little thing, and that being yourself is most important.

<3

[paisleypeter]

hii I just found your acc and I love it sooo much! Its so creative and different!💓

thank you so much lovely!! that means a lot to me thank you for your support 💛

[paisleypeter]

Sweatshirt | Peter Parker Headcanon

— A headcanon dedicated to Peter’s Midtown sweatshirt because WHO WOULDNT WANT TO WEAR THAT GEM HONESTLY

• Peter putting it on you for the first time and instantly feeling like the luckiest (and coziest) girl in the world

• His sweatshirt would always smell like his foresty cologne

• He'd always want you to wear it when you cuddled because he thought you looked adorable in it, especially because it was his own

• Speaking of cuddling...

• He'd think you were the most beautiful girl in the world as he sang you to sleep in his arms because he loved the sight of you in his clothes

• He'd also let you take it home with you on the weekends so you could have it when you cried or missed him

• Everyone asking you "Is that your sweatshirt?" and you just sitting there blushing and smiling because that question always reminds you of how lucky you are to have Peter as yours

• You'd rather be wearing his sweatshirt in the cold rather than an actual winter coat

• Treating it like the prized possession it is

• Feeling so confident in it, no matter what you looked like or where you were, which was a big step for you

• Making so many memories in it such as ice cream dates and movies nights !!

• Taking it on vacations and to sleep and everywhere you can think of because it gives you a feeling of security

• Being able to wear it with any type of outfit because you're so used to fitting it in to every single outfit you wear

• Peter always letting you keep it for as long as you wanted because he knew how happy it always made you <3

[paisleypeter]

peter parker’s deleted vlog scenes w/ a raspy voice & a baby blue t-shirt now control my life wby

[paisleypeter]

yesterday was one year since spider-man homecoming.

and this is why it means so much to me.

ever since i was a little kid, spider-man had always been my favorite hero. i could relate to him in so many ways growing up. the day i saw homecoming was the first movie i’ve ever seen on opening day in the theatres. it was the first ticket i bought in ages that wasn’t electronic and on a phone. it was one you held in your hand, to be saved in a little box of memories, which is exactly what happened. it was like i was a little kid again. i went with my boyfriend, another huge marvel fan, and another couple my age. my mom dropped me off at the theater, i bought my ticket, and scanned the hallways for the one that was mine. it was a chilly rainy day. i walked into the theater and ran all the way up to the last row, and sat right in the middle of it, which has always been my favorite spot. the entire theater was nearly empty, which was very unusual for the one i went to. i didn’t know an insane amount about homecoming, but as soon as it started, a huge smile was on my face. and once peter lifted that rubble off of him, i knew that this was my spider-man. one i could relate to even more. nothing was complicated anymore, just as that summer was. when i left the theater, the sun was shining and the smell of fresh rain was on the pavement. homecoming reminds me of summer, when times were finally in place, when i could listen to the soundtrack all day, and just simply be happy. i owe tom a lot, he played this role so perfectly and brought me happiness on sad days, and a character just like me. i’ll be forever thankful for him, and spider-man. <3