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I love the Stalker image! is there gonna be a second part?

I am definitely going to try and write a second part but right now I’m already working on a request so maybe later😁 I’m glad you liked it!

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Puppy-sitting is so cute 😍

Thanks honey! I liked that series a lot too🥰

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Stalker | Peter Parker imagine

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Warning: Peter does some bad things and creepy things. Depends on how you look at it. The title is self explanatory. 

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It wasn’t like he was a stalker or anything.

That’s exactly what a stalker would say.

Shut up, Ned! Ahem. Anyway, he's not a stalker.

Peter just liked you, a lot, and since he didn’t have the guts to ask you out, he turned to...other measures. Ones that would be less noticeable. Yes, he had the notifications on for all of your social media. Yes, he saved some of your pictures because he just wanted to look at it forever and ever. Yes, he had memorised your bio by heart. Yes, he took screenshots of the sort text messages that you shared which were mostly you asking about the Physics homework or the whereabouts of your teacher. Well, that didn’t change the fact the his heart skipped a beat whenever a ‘thanks Pete!’ popped up next to your profile picture.

So...you do know that they call those an online stalker.

Yes! Yes, I know, Ned! But these are different from a real stalker! Real stalkers are really bad. They’re threatening and those are the kind of people that Spider-man has to take care of to keep the city safe. I’m...not like that. Am I? I’m not. He’s not. He wasn’t like that at all.

Sure, Peter.

I’m not! Ok. Anyway. 

Stalker or not, he was going to keep it a secret to his grave. He could never risk you finding out. You would despise him until he graduated. You would never even want to talk to him again. That’s why he couldn’t tell anyone. Not even his best friend.

At least, that’s what you planned until...

Until today.

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When Peter thought back to it, it was kind of Mr. Bail’s fault.

“Listen up, Class! Just to juggle things around a bit, we’re going to have new seating plans today! Everybody, pick up your bags, come to the front, pick a stick and go sit in your new groups!”

Peter slowly slid his laptop and notebook into his bag as everybody else groaned. He didn’t really get why teachers thought that “mixing up” the students would automatically end up in making more friends. He liked where he was sitting right now. It was at the corner, his group didn’t really care that much about him, he could secretly work on web fluids from time to time. Peter let out a short sigh before walking towards the front of the class to pick his new seat. It didn’t really matter anyway. It wasn’t as if he-

Peter looked at the piece of unfolded paper on his hand.

As if he-

He looked back at his seat. 

“What are you staring at, Dickhead!”

...As if he minded seating next to anybody.

Anybody except for one.

Peter regretfully slumped his backpack over his shoulder and walked towards the one person he wished to avoid. Flash returned the look with a frown when he realised the reason for the young boy’s stare.

“You? You’re sitting here?”

Peter didn’t answer, but instead, just sat down next to Flash, turning his head the other way. This was going to be a hard month for him.

“Oh, no way. Your lameness is going to rub off me! I can already feel myself getting infected by dollar store germs!”

When Peter continued to ignore him, Flash soon got tired of mocking and turned his attention back to class. Hmm, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. This is just like Flash on normal days. I just have to wait until he forgets about me.

Or that’s what he thought.

“Ok, class. That will be it for today. Oh, and I hope you like your new partners because you will be working with them on the final project for this semester! Class dismissed!”

Peter turned to Flash with horrified eyes.

Without a word, Flash just scowled and stormed out of the room, leaving Peter behind. Alone.

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“I don’t know, Ned. I don’t think I can ever work with him. Or, more importantly, I don’t think he will ever work with me.”

3 hours had past since the incident in Chemistry, and Peter had already filled his best friend, Ned, on the details. Now, they had PE together and Peter still couldn’t get over his thoughts about Flash. Ned however, was less concerned.

“It’s not really that big of a deal, Peter. You had plenty of partners who left you to do all the work. Flash is just going to be one of them.”

Peter wrinkled his eyebrows.

“Dude, that’s not a good thing.”

Ned just shrugged.

“Well, yeah, technically. But you shouldn’t be so worried about it.”

Peter was just about to reject him when a voice above them interrupted their conversation.

“Parker. Get up.”

Peter looked up to see none other than Flash standing next to his mat and scurried to his feet. What was he doing here? Did he hear what he had said?

“Yeah, w-what’s up?”

“Give me your phone.”

“My what now?”

Flash let out an exasperated sigh and looked at Peter as if he was a moron.

“I’m going to need your phone to put in my number so you can call me for the chem project. Remember?”

Of course he remembered.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.”

Peter fumbled through his gym shorts pockets until he found his phone and handed it to Flash who stared at it with a disgusted look on his face.

“An iphone 4? Are you serious?”

Peter scowled and sat back down, facing Ned. Just when he had almost convinced himself that Flash may not be that bad. Of course he was that bad. Peter was thinking that maybe it would actually be better to do the project himself rather than have Flash help him when-

“WHAT THE FUCK do you have on your PHONE?!”

Peter snapped his head around, a sudden chill running down his spine, to see Flash holding up his phone with the photos app open.

“Why is your phone filled with pictures of y/n? God, Penis Parker, I knew there was something weird about you but not this weird! I’m going to have to call you Pervert Parker now!”

Peter stood up to stop flash from exposing his little secrets but it was too late. The whole gym had their heads turned towards them now. Including you.

“Where do you even get all of these? Isn’t this from a story? You took a screenshot? Parker, do you jerk off to these or something? Eww, gross!”

Flash ran over to you, handing you the phone. Peter’s mind went blank. Now he just wished this was all a dream. A really bad dream. It all seemed like slow motion. How you stared at Flash with a confused look on your face as he made his way towards you, how you took the phone and looked down at it, how your eyebrows morphed into a frown. And that’s when Peter ran.

He ran outside the gym, into the nearest bathroom, got into a stall, locked the door and slid down onto the seat.

He covered his face with his hands.

What was he going to do now.

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And that was also when he realised that he had left you with his phone. With everything.

Everything.

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AN: I’m sorry I didn’t post anything for a long time. I was just busy for a while and also my region is seriously effected by the coronavirus so things are kinda off balance for me. I really hope I can continue to post more things once it settles down. Also, I’m kind of trying out stuff for this one. Hope it was ok! 

Taglist: @thewayilookatbacon​ 

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Peter: My phone died and I don’t know how to get home.

Ned: I’ll google map the nearest bus stop for you. Oh, wait. It’s quite far. I’ll go with you.

Peter: That’s ok. I’ll just take a picture of the map.

Peter: *takes out his phone*

Peter: *looks at the black screen for 5 seconds*

Peter: Oh.

[missbasicxxx]

Thank you. This is such a valuable add. It’s actually been quite some time since I last saw The Host (yes, I’ve seen it multiple times) and I had almost forgotten about that. I just also remembered that the main plot of The Host is that the protagonist family fights against the government to bring back their family who has been taken by the monster but are denied. It is not so much about the status quo like the parasite but rather about how the government chooses to ignore and hide these obvious social problems from the public and also how their first priority is, ironically, not the people.

Also, I have heard about memories of murder but I haven’t seen it yet because I don’t feel comfortable watching a film that was based on a actual incident and real victims. Nonetheless, I bet it’s a great film and I encourage those who are comfortable with watching it to go ahead. Thank you for the recommendation and for pointing out a lot of stuff I forgot about when I first wrote this post.

Y’all really love parasite huh?

Cool.

Watch Bong’s other films. They’re all pretty good.

If you don’t like subtitles, watch snowpiercer. If you like Chris Evans, watch snowpiercer. If you liked the father guy in parasite, watch snowpiercer. If you liked the status stuff in parasite, watch snowpiercer. Only, this one has more American feels.

If you didn’t like the status stuff and would just like to watch a well made movie, watch the host. If you like the father guy in parasite, watch the host. If you like ugly swamp monsters, watch the host. If you like the family bonding stuff in parasite, watch the host.

If you like Jake Gyllenhaal, watch okja. This one doesn’t have a lot if similarities with the parasite but Bong did direct it.

Angry about the Academy? Support international films. Support a cast with diversity. Support non-caucasian actors. Support non-caucasian directors. Show your support by watching their work. Show that you care.

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Harley, bursting into the Avengers meeting room: y/n! Is it true? You... You and Parker...!

Y/n, sitting up from her chair: Oh, no, Harley! It’s not what it looks like!

Peter, visibly confused: It’s not?

Harley: Really? I thought you were-

Y/n: How could I! You’re the only one for me!

Peter: He is...?

Harley, eyeing Perer suspiciously: I don’t know, you guys are spending a lot of time together.

Y/n: We’re just dating. Nothing more than that. I promise. He’s my boyfriend and that’s final.

Peter: Wha-?

Harley: So there’s no sibling vibes at all?

Y/n: You’re my one true brother and you know that! I’m pretty sure Peter is just the love of my life, last time I checked.

Harley: I thought I was the love of your life!

Y/n: Platonic, honey. And you are! I’m never letting you go. You’re stuck with me forever.

Harley: Aww love, that is so sweet.

Peter:

Peter: Remind me this again the next time I’m about to buy a ring.

Ned: Honestly, I don’t think it’s gonna change your mind.

Peter: Yeah, probably.

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Request by @starlight-starks

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Listening to someone masturbate is so much sexier than seeing them naked

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This deserves to be hung next to the Mona Lisa because it’s a masterpiece. Perfect concept. Perfect build. Perfect amount of background explanation. Perfect length. Perfect ending.

Btw with all due respect I don’t think you need to watch porn cause this is so much better!!! Who fucking needs porn when this exists?

Thermo Protocol

Peter Parker x avenger!reader

Summary: you walk in on your best friend watching porn and decide to watch with him leading too…stuff

Warning: SMUT, language, DIRTY AF, SMUTTTT LIKE THE WHOLE THING.

You groaned in annoyance. “What the fuck netflix?!” You talked to yourself in the empty common room. Everyone was on a mission and Peter left you to talk to Ned in his room an hour ago. And now you were bored out of your mind. One would think you can never get bored in a highly advanced Avengers compound, but reality check: you can. And you are.

So turning the tv off, your bare feet padded through the halls. You rubbed your eyes, not even hesitating before walking into your best friends quarter.

You froze upon hearing moans and screams, and your best friend sitting with a pillow on his lap eyes wide staring at you.

“Y/n! W-What’re—what’re you doing?” Peter said with a forced laugh, trying to press stop on his laptop, but it was glitching, the moans stopping a few seconds after he slammed his laptop shut.

“Was that porn?” You question, running a hand through your hair before closing the door behind you, hopping on his bed.

“What—no! Why-why would I—it wa um—not porn…..” Peter stammered, you humming.

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I was always a sucker for truth spells!! Peter not being able to contain himself and exploding out onto the reader? Yes please!

Black Magic Girl

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

The request:

PLS! I have this request I was thinking about for a while and it’s like te reader is a witch that casts a spell on Peter, it’s kind of like a truth spell that also lowers inhibitions, and he literally ravishes her because of it cause he’s wanted her since he first met her and now he literally cannot control himself.

And:

I have read so many Peter Parker fanfics but the one I want soooo badly is where Peter Parker gets suuper dominant. Do you think you could write it? Pleaseeee 🌸

MY MASTERLIST

“Got me so blind I can’t see

That she’s a black magic woman

And she’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me”

- Black magic woman, Fleetwood Mac.

“Peter? Peter…” Your voice reached him like through a haze, or like he was underwater, your increasingly frantic tone cutting through the fog inside his head. “Please, Peter, please just… just open your eyes…”

He didn’t want to, he truly didn’t want to, his head was killing him and his stomach felt queasy. Almost as if he was hungover, but that wasn’t possible.

“Ow… ouch…”

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Sooooo....this is me these days

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I never realized how much I needed this. This is perfect. You’re perfect.

reader overstimulates peter in the compound and the team talks about it at breakfast the next morning, teasing them and she’s calm about it with slick remarks. please and thank youuuu

heck yes, i love this request. let me just say though, i didn’t expect it to become this sub!peter but i hope you enjoy :) 

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“fuck, y/n!!” peter was practically screaming as the grip on the back of your head tightened. his hips bucking with every stroke of your tongue and mouth on his member. “don’t stop,” he growled shutting his eyes.

your head bobbed up and down taking in as much as you could. the way he was moving his hips and biting his lip, you could tell he was nearing his end. but you weren’t ready for it to be over. you were just getting started.

after a few more movements, you brought yourself to your feet, pushing his body on to the bed. his eyes bewildered. what were you doing? he was so close.

reading his thoughts, you smirked as you climbed on top straddling his waist. you teasingly brushed yourself against his harden member causing him to snarl. he aligned himself before slamming your body down on his.

a pornographic moan escaped your lips. your body trying to adjust to his length buried deep inside you. you quivered, dazed by the feeling. but you needed to finish what you started and you were not going to let peter take the lead.

you were quick with your movements, bouncing on his cock your lips attacking his neck. you weren’t wasting any time. you were on a mission, chasing you high.

peter, poor little peter, could hardly contain himself. the repetitive movements were simply too much. his senses were heightened and he could feel every little thing. the way the tip of dick hit your cervix, adding to the pleasure. and not to mention how you clenched around him so magnificently.

tired of bouncing and nearing your end, you pushed yourself as low as you could on to Peter. grinding your hips, searching for the perfect angle in which his skin could stimulated your clit.

you loved peter, but at this point you’d be lying if you said you weren’t being selfish. you needed this as much as he did and you could hardly contain yourself as you felt the familiar tingly sensation within.

you were so engulfed in your own pleasure, your own thoughts that it took you a minute to realize that peter was trembling under you. his hands digging into the sides of your hips. his eyes shut close, lips parted. an almost pained expression on his face.

Fuck. Shit. and other profanities were slipping through his lips.

“it feels like your vagina is swallowing me whole,” he confesed through gritted teeth his head falling back.

you panted pulling him into a kiss. he was so hot.

you continued your movements. peter squirmed under you letting out a loud groan as you continued to ride him.

“Y/N,” he screamed holding your arms, that were previously on his chest, behind your back exposing your breast. his head fell to your chest as you continued to move your hips. you were so close.

“let me finish, pete” you pleaded as your movements quickening.

“i can’t.” his eyes were shut, hands tightening around your wrists. “it’s too much,” he whimpered.

there was something about a helpless peter parker that drove you off the wall. your body was soon convulsing. peter screamed your name feeling your walls clenching around him, his cock twitching inside of you. you were killing him. and you loved it.

panting you slowly removed yourself from his body, he flinched at the loss of contact. his hand, almost as a reflex, hid his member as he tried to catch his breath.

you smirked, licking your lips as you watched him.

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“were you guys filming a porno last night?” sam joked. eyebrows furrowed as he feigned disgust. peter blushed deeply before quickly swallowing the piece of toast he’d just bitten.

your fork clinked on your plate, not phased. “wouldn’t you like to know?” you smirked cocking your eyebrow. you pushed peter’s hair off his face lovingly before blowing him a kiss partnered with a wink. 

“PG please,” steve urged scrunching his face dropping his plate in the sink.

“sorry, cap. forgot you’re a hundred year old virgin,” you picked up your fork coated with syrup still looking at Peter. you brought the fork to your lips, opening your mouth wide before very seductively sliding your tongue on it ‘cleaning the syrup’.

peter swallowed hard, shifting in his seat. fuck, here you go again. he thought.

“shit, how does it feel to be burned by a 19-year old?” sam cackled swinging his chair back. bucky chocked on his juice trying to hide his smile.

steve left the chat in about 0.2 seconds leaving you to deal with the snickering and teases of sam and bucky who were soon joined by a few more avengers, who had also heard peter’s screams and pleas. 

poor peter felt his sweats tighten with every teasing joke they were making and your slick remarks. he loved that you were snarky enough for the both of you. he let his head fall onto your shoulder hand stroking your thigh.

taking the hint, you intertwined your fingers in his lifting your bodies up.

“you might want to look for some earplugs or noise cancelling earphones,” you joked motioning to their ears. peter bit his lip, the grip on your hand tightening.

giddy for more, you lead him back to your bedroom. 

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MASTERLIST

More Sub!Peter

Team Building (Peter x Stark!Daughter)

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Tony: y/n, this is Peter. Now, be nice.

Peter: Hi, I’m-

y/n: Oh my god he’s SO CUTE! Can we keep him, dad? Please? Please? Please?

Tony: What? No, we’re not keeping hi-

y/n: But he’s so cute and FLUFFY! Please?

Tony: y/n Stark, you are NOT keeping a person.

y/n: Ugh. FINE. You’re the worst dad ever. *storms off*

Peter: Uh...What just happened?

Tony: Excuse her.

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I bet y/n got to keep Peter after all when they got married😉

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Tony: That fucking bitch!

Steve: Who taught you that kind of language?!

Tony: Me, myself and I.

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Peter: *turns on a markiplier video*

y/n: *bursting into the room* BOB BINGI?

Peter: *Jumping up from his chair* B O B B I N G I ?

y/n: *pointing a finger at Peter* B O B B I N G I ?

Tony: WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS A BOB BINGI?

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In case you’re just as confused as Tony

https://youtu.be/0Pocn8aSWS4

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Kidnapper: We have your son.

Peter: Uh, I’m 16?

Kidnapper: ...We have your dad.

Peter: I don’t have a dad.

Kidnapper: *tearing up* Aww, kid, what happened?

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I have “Mr. Parker may fuck me whichever way he wants” vibes again

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Puppy-sitting Part 7 | Peter Parker imagine

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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It was a rough night for Peter. Honestly, every night was rough ever since he left his little spot on your bed but tonight was especially worse. He never remembered it being this bad. Because it never was. Yes, he didn’t really like lightening. Yes, they bothered him. But it was never this bad.

Turning his head from the window, Peter hid himself underneath the covers. Why was it so hard for him? Everybody went through it, right? Every gunshot, every explosion, every weird alien technology they faced, they all got over it and he should too. He was an avenger now. It was about time he person-up a little. ‘Come on, Peter.’ He thought to himself as he rolled over to the side. ‘It can’t be that bad. You’re imagining it. See? It’s not even that loud when you don’t think about it...’

Well, maybe one day Spider-man will become a mature, experienced hero inside and outside of he battlefield. One day. But today, Peter found himself standing in front of a door he was way too familiar with. He sighed as he brought his hand up to knock, instantly regretting it.

What was he even doing here? He should go back. This was a mistake in the first place. He’ll just give up sleeping. Yeah, that wasn’t so bad. Tony slept like, what? 40 minutes a day? He was fine. 

Peter weighed out his options. Confronting you vs. not getting any sleep tonight? He could take a restless night. But how about next time? And the time after? And the time after that? He couldn’t keep avoiding you like this. He had to tell you.

He took one last deep breath and knocked. 

Peter’s heart sank when the door opened and he was met with your tired eyes. 

“Oh, hey. It’s you.”

His mind suddenly went blank. What was he supposed to say? ‘Yeah, hey, it’s me. I don’t know if you remember but I have this thing with thunderstorms so I was wondering if you could hug me to sleep like when I was small and furry. Oh, yeah, and by the way, I’m in love with you.’? 

He just stood there, staring at you blankly through the door frame.

“So... Uh, anything you wanted to say?”

“I, I mean, there was a really, really...loud...thunder. And I- It was just-”

When he finally gathered the courage to open his mouth, words just tumbled out, tripping all over each other and Peter knew that this wasn’t going to work. He must sound stupid. And even if he didn’t, the contents of his words definitely did. This is never going to work. He would always just be this rambling idiot in front of you. Peter quietly murmured an ‘I’m sorry’ under his breath. He was about to turn around and go back to his room when you took his hand and gently tugged it towards you. When he looked up at you, he saw those soft, understanding eyes that he knew so well. A sudden rush of relief washed over him, standing in that dark hallway, the single stray of light coming out from your room.

“Honey, It’s ok.”

What Peter did next, well, he wasn’t very proud of it. If there was a line in this messed up relationship, he definitely crossed it. But in that moment, he needed you. Only you. His world was tumbling down on top of him and yet, he just needed you. 

When his lips interlocked with yours, it was like finally breathing for the first time in a very long time. He sucked you in, all of you, until every last inch of his body, the very last blood in his veins was filled with you. You, who he had so wished for. 

It wasn’t until he was sure that he had died and went to heaven that Peter finally let go.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have- I know I shouldn’t-”

But you cut him off by reaching out and gently caressing his cheek.

“How about you sleep in my bed tonight, and we keep it a secret.”

“Does that mean-?”

“Yes.”

“Just to be clear, I didn’t mean-”

“Yes, Peter.”

“Ok.”

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“I was cuter.”

“Yeah, but you’re not here anymore.”

Four months had flown by ever since Peter had showed up at your door and now, you two were looking inside a fence filled with a litter of six golden brown puppies.

Lots of changes had been made around the Avengers compound since then. The biggest one being that you had your own office now. Tony had emptied out a computer lab and redesigned it so that you could focus on your cases. Although you did miss being out on the field, you were happy that you could help in your own way. Especially when it involved Spider-man. 

Speaking of Spider-man, that was another big change for you. You hadn’t had a boyfriend ever since...ever because you joined the Avengers way too early to get a chance at any of that and it took some getting used to. 

Peter frowned. 

“I’m still here!”

“You know what I mean.”

You gave the pouty boy a little kiss before turning to the owner.

“We’ll take this one.”

But above all that, this was about to be the biggest change yet. Tony, after the sixth time, finally said yes to making the compound pet friendly. (He also tried argue that an alpaca would make such a better pet but got denied by everybody else.) So there you and Peter was, ready to take home the newest member of the family.

“What are you going to name him, by the way?”

Peter asked as he opened the door for you at the passengers side of the car.

You smiled and looked into the black, round eyes of the little animal in your arms.

“His name is Ohana.”

Peter let out a laugh.

“Ohana means family?”

You nodded.

“And family means nobody gets left behind.”

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AN: Hey guys! Thanks for reading and I’m sorry for being so late. I had a terrible cold (it wasn’t the coronavirus it’s ok I’m fine) and I just had 0 energy for the past few days. But here it is! The end of our Puppy-sitting series! I know it’s a bit cheesy but I found the ending satisfying. I didn’t give that much backstory for the reader but the Avengers is like family for her and she was feeling uncertain because of all the changes that they were going through and she felt like she was losing her place in it but as she looked after Peter she kind of realised that the Avengers is not just about saving the world but a group of people making each other better people. And Peter didn’t feel like he belonged in the Avengers because to him, he is still the little kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing instead of this great almighty hero but he also realises that becoming a part of the Avengers is not just about having cool skills and kicking ass but also being a team and a family and he learns that through reader because through her, he found that love. Ok just wanted to say that in case I forgot bye and thanks again for reading!

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Tag list: @crumpets-are-better-with-jam @spideylovin @clara-licht  @thewayilookatbacon @rogue-of-sound @deadlyaffairs @enjoymyloves @himarisolace

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