#peter parer

[why-i-love-comics]

Marvel Zombies: Red Band #2 (2025)

written by Ethan S. Parker & Griffin Sheridan art by Jan Bazaldua & Erick Arciniega

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Tony is wondering about whether to ask Stephen out or not)

Peter:...Mr. Stark, the big question is, does HE like YOU? Cuz if he doesn't like you, then all this is a moo point.

Tony:.....A moo point?

Peter: Yeah, y'know - it's like a cow's opinion, it doesn't matter...It's MOO.

Tony(to Rhodey, points at Peter):...Have I been spending too much time with him or did all that just make sense?

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Peter: If you’re a wizard and your house isn’t heated by a small fire kept up by a tiny pet dragon what are you even doing?

Stephen:

[tomandpeterthings]

Peter trying to seduce Tony like

[jasntodds]

Tom is wearing a maroon suit AND glasses, actually kill me

[scorpion-flower]

A teenage character in a movie or tv show, acting like a teenager? What a shocker!

[ask-cloverfield]

God this sucks. Are we still doing discount Spider-Girl stories?

[hollandroos]

Hi.. is it okay if I get a fluffly blurb with Peter Parker taking care of the reader while she's sick and has to puke every hour? I couldn't really sleep at night because I puked all the time and now I'm lying on the couch with a bucket beside me while I try to carefully drink some tea

Peter ran a hand down your back, his fingers delicately ghosting over the cotton of your hoodie and he used his other hand to hold back any strands of hair that’d slipped out of your ponytail over the course of the night.

It pained him to see you like this– in so much pain. You were up at least once every hour throwing up every trace of food you’d consumed in the last twenty-four hours and when that was gone? you were throwing up the water and power and he’d been making you drink.

“It hurts.” You groan when you felt the feeling subside. But your stomach still ached and you were freezing– even under the hoodie and sweatpants.

Peter feels his heartache. “I know but it’ll stop soon, and if it doesn’t then I’ll take you to the medical centre.” 

He looped his arms around your waist and you knew that the both of you would just sit there for at least five minutes. It was both to make sure you wouldn’t throw up again and you were too damn tired to force yourself up.

“I don’t want to get up, I just wanna sit here for a while.” You mutter, bundling yourself up around him. 

He presses his lips to your temple, feeling that your forehead was now much warmer then it was earlier. “Pretty girl, it’s colder in here then it is in your bedroom and it’s dirty down here.”

“You’re too warm and I don’t feel nauseous right now, I’m afraid that if we move that’ll change.”

“We can do that then but here–” He stops, reaching into his pocket and slips out a single mentos. “Have this, it’ll help.”

“You’re the best, thank you.” You take the candy and slip it into your mouth and slowly the vile taste of vomit is replaced with mint. 

“Don’t thank me, I’m just being here for you, babe.”