THIS WAS AMAZING!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

This was so cute 🥺🥺💖💖

↳ *marry me * ༉‧₊˚✧

this is my first fic so please be kind :,) feedback always appreciated <3

summary: you want to marry peter, but you didn’t expect for him to actually propose.

warnings: none

1k words

tom!peter parker x fem!reader

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all characters are 18+

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your heart beat faster with each step you took towards the altar. you smiled as your eyes welled up with tears once they landed on peter, who was eagerly waiting for you to approach him.

he had tears in his eyes as well, grinning like an idiot while admiring you in all your glory. your beautiful white puffy dress, and your makeup done to perfection. you looked like an angel.

you looked around, taking in the beautiful venue. it was on the beach, a captivating sunset with hues or pink & orange painting the sky.

you finally reached him, joining your hands together & interlocking your fingers. “you look amazing, my love.” you could only giggle in response, far too excited to finally marry him.

“i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” he whispered before planting a soft, passionate kiss on your lips.

you woke up to peters heartbeat in your ear, yawning before rubbing your eyes. you lifted your head off of his chest and glanced around you, pouting when you realized you were just in your shared bedroom with peter. what happened to the beautiful beach you were just about to get married on?

peter looked up from his phone, chuckling quietly when he saw your face. “what’s up with you grumpy? did you sleep alright?”

you repositioned yourself so that you were straddling him and rested your hands on his chest. he placed his phone beside him, resting his hands on your hips.

“pete, can we get married?” you asked softly, a goofy smile playing on your lips. although you were joking, the dream you had made you think about your future with peter.

his eyebrows shot up at your sudden question. “woah woah, slow down baby,” he chuckled, deciding to play into your joke a bit. “i think we’re too young, ya know?”

“so? i wanna marry you!” you pouted again, and he laughed at your childlike behavior. he rubbed your sides and shook his head at you.

“i’m beyond flattered my love, but we’ve got time. it’ll be worth the wait, yeah?”

you crossed your arms at him. “no. i don’t wanna wait, i wanna marry you now.” you pressed a finger into his chest for emphasis, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling so hard.

he threw his head back and dramatically sighed before laughing. “oh my god y/n.”

“what? you don’t wanna marry me?”

“no i do! and- and i will, but-“

“marry me you coward!”

he groaned before rubbing his eyes and shifted you gently off of him and walked towards the nightstand. “wow. what a lovely proposal. i’m so touched.”

you raised an eyebrow curiously as you watched him crouch down and open the drawer. “what are you doing?” you giggled, watching as he pulled out a ring pop from his not-so-secret candy stash.

“you wanted to get married right?” he raised his eyebrows at you in question. you laughed again, and bounced happily over to him.

peter shook his head at you with a small smile plastered on his face. for someone who was kidding, you sure were taking this very seriously.

he opened the ring pop with his teeth and turned around, grabbing your hand when he faced you. he tried slipping the ring on your finger but you pulled your hand away.

“you’re not gonna do speech? some proposal this is.” you teased. he rolled his eyes playfully and sighed. “you’re killing me y/n.”

he cleared his throat and held the ring pop up again. “my beloved y/n,” he started off in a sophisticated manner, earning a laugh from you. “ever since we’ve been together, all i’ve ever known was true happiness. you make me feel more complete, more alive, and you are my reason to live. before i met you, love was just a word. but then, you gave it a meaning. i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you. so will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

he kissed your hand sweetly while looking in your eyes. he had to stifle a laugh when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“peter did you just- you just came up with all of that? like off the top of your head?” you asked with a shaky voice. he nodded in response, trying his best to hold his laughter in.

“wow, of course i’ll marry you pete.” you giggled, wiping at your eyes.

“of course you will, how could you not?” he shrugged, before sliding the ring pop on your finger and stood up from his position.

you looked at the ring at different angles on your hand. “wow, loot at the way it shines in the light.” you joked.

he didn’t miss the tear that was running down your cheek. “y/n are you actually crying right now?” he grinned at you.

“well yeah. your speech was so amazing. you should’ve saved it for the real proposal though.”

peter hesitated before speaking confidently. “who said i didn’t?” he pulled out a gorgeous diamond ring from his shirt pocket, watching your face for your reaction.

you predictably threw your hands over your mouth as tears formed in your eyes all over again.

“peter…” you gasped, although it came out muffled behind your hands.

“yup. take it in. been saving up for this baby for ages. you like it?”

you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. peter was full of surprises, but this was the last thing you expected out of him. the tears started falling down your cheeks choked through your answer.

“i- peter i love it!” your lip started quivering as you tried to contain your sobs.

he nodded and nervously fumbled with the ring. “good, that’s great. i was hoping you’d say that you know,” he took you chin in his other hand, tilting it up a bit so you were looking in his eyes. “i meant every word i said to you in that speech,” he spoke softly. “marry me, my angel.”

you could only force out a high pitched whimper, you were beyond speechless.

“i’ll just take that as a yes.” peter chuckled and replaced the ring pop on your finger with the prettier ring, and planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

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The Reason Why You Are Limitless

Disclaimer: I'm releasing an old banger but a revised version as my perception has changed!These are just my personal beliefs, and it is completely open ended just like everything else. If you are searching for a “logical” answer this post isn’t for you, this post is for the shifting and manifesting baddies that are open minded to the “impossible” being possible. If you struggle with disassociation this post might not be for you.

We are constantly being told in the manifestation and reality shifting community that we are completely limitless. However, what does that mean exactly? EVERYTHING is made out of energy: our thoughts, emotions, physical bodies, nature, “physical objects,” etc at its ultimate core. Ultimately, we are pure consciousness not attached to any reality. We are the Multiverse experiencing itself. This is why manifestors say that consciousness is the only real reality, and when we enter the “void state” it’s already within us. The void state is just pure consciousness. We are simply entering our truest state of being where we always shift and manifest instantly, where negative thoughts, doubts, feelings, etc don’t exist because this isn’t our natural state of being. We are all “connected” to this energy, because we are all made out of the same energy that makes up the entire Multiverse: spirits, gods, deities, entities, yourselves, physical objects, animals, plants, planets, realities, dimensions, realms, and down to your thoughts. We are everything, everywhere, all at once. Everyone across the entire Multiverse shares a collective consciousness of “I AM” as we are all made up of the same energy. We are all One. I don’t say this to freak anyone out, this should be empowering to know that you have full control of your reality. You can be anything and anywhere right now no matter what. You can do anything and change anything instantly no matter what because time isn't real.

As pure consciousness who are the creators of our realities we have complete and ultimate freewill, so that you have the freewill to create your own beliefs and assumptions. There is no such thing as right or wrong, black or white, everything is grey including what you assume is true or not true. The only real reality is your imagination/consciousness/awareness, because everything is energy. The Multiverse is a paradox, everything and nothing exists at the same time because it all comes down to your dictation as to what is real and isn’t real in your reality. Everything that you can possibly imagine and desire already exists within you, as you are limitless and completely infinite. Nothing is impossible for you. Time is an illusion, and it doesn’t exist so in your imagination where the energy is at its rawest form you already have all of your desires (aka consciousness).

There are no laws of physics that dictate your reality, the concept of the laws of physics is simply your current awareness of reality, which can be easily changed as long as your awareness changes. You are all limitless and you can bend and change the laws of physics/the physical reality with your own assumptions. For example, you assume that you have the ability to fly, as long as you keep assuming that you can fly then your physical reality will transform that. ANYTHING is possible, you create your own rules down to the laws of physics of what is and isn’t possible in your realm of awareness of reality, which can differ for anyone else. Everything that you were taught: spirituality, religion, science, and witchcraft are simply real because you assume that they are real as you were taught since birth to accept certain things as “hardcore truths” when “hardcore truths” is simply an illusion. There are no such things as “ultimate truths” except the ones that you create within your own awareness of reality. This is why “fictional” realities exist, because they simply have a different awareness of reality/“laws of physics” than we do, which can easily be changed. For example, have you ever wondered why some people experience paranormal experiences and others don’t? While they may be real to you in your reality, may be unreal to others in their reality, and both are correct because it is your assumptions that dictates reality. In terms with death, spirits, gods, entities, the astral realm/concept of afterlife, laws of spirituality such as karma, reincarnation, etc-everything boils down to your assumptions as well. These energies are very real only if you perceive it to be real, but if you do not believe in them then they won’t exist in your reality because they will simply not abide by your personal laws of physics. Don’t limit yourself: you can manifest immortality, your desired reality, teleportation, manifesting instantly, time travel, time manipulation, whether you can fly or not, “fictional” characters shifting to your reality, etc as your “core” laws of reality, or lack of. It’s up to you.

Therefore, you completely create your rules to manifest, and how you manifest. Do you shift every time you manifest anything no matter what or simply manipulate the 3D? Up to you to decide, you are correct no matter what because this is your reality. "You" as pure consciousness is where your imagination, desires, assumptions, beliefs and thoughts reside and you already have your all you desires simultaneously because time is not real is the only place you should focus. The physical reality is simply an illusion, and is easily malleable and customisable. It can be changed and manipulated instantly so you can also always change your “laws” on how your reality works whenever you want to. Imagination is your only real reality, where creation is finished it is done. You are never creating anything you are simply being the person who already has your desire/are in your DR. It already exists within you as consciousness being the only real reality. Therefore, the concept of “fiction” and “impossible” isn’t real because what you deem as “fictional worlds” that are created already exist if you assume so. We have just been taught of certain things as “hardcore truths” within this perception of reality, which is completely false and can be changed instantly if we really wanted to. Every single little thing that you think of, desire, etc already exists in the imagination the only real reality right now. Essentially you are limitless you can be anything and anywhere no matter what because you already are that thing right now, no matter what it is. You just need to change your assumption to accepting it.

It should be noted that you do not need to enter the void state to be limitless. All you need to do is accept your true state that you are pure consciousness not attached to any reality or perception of reality, the void is already within you right now. You are the true, ultimate creator /God of your reality, you can even dictate your own “laws of physics” within your reality and what is “true” or “not true.” When you accept that you are more than just your physical body, you open a whole new world of possibilities you deemed “impossible.” You may ask yourself: If it’s the ultimate law that the physical reality must conform to the consciousness that I am (my desires) instantly no matter what then why doesn’t it happen? Whose to say that you can’t just blink right now and be in your DR or have your desired manifestation no matter what right now? Or that you can see the physical change before your eyes to fit your desires or DR? All of this is possible, the problem is that we have grown up in this current awareness of reality to overcomplicate and overthink everything. We think that we need to “believe,” “let go,” “feel happy,” etc. Also, let’s be honest subconsciously we also expect the physical reality to take “time” because we have been taught that we have to “wait” and “work hard” to get everything we want and put “limitations” to our desires. What you need to do is begin to assume that your physical reality instantly conforms to your desires before your eyes no matter what-you don’t need to believe, feel happy, let go, etc. Everything is energy, all you need to do is manipulate this energy by assume what you desire, and make it a dominant assumption. Your dominant assumptions (the energy you put mostly in) always create your reality. Don’t overcomplicate anything just keep assuming in your favour to manifest, shift, create your own laws of physics, etc because your imagination/consciousness already knows every single detail of what you desire since it already exists within you right now.

OMG I LOVED THIS 💖💖💖

Dear Mr. Right

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: During the week leading up to valentine’s day you begin to receive love letters from an anonymous writer. For some weird reason, the handwriting looks exactly like your new English partner’s: Peter Parker.

WC: 4.2k

TW: Peter being an idiot with a crush, reader who hates Valentine’s day, tooth-rotting fluff that chipped away at my lonely soul. Mentions of anxiety (lip biting, bouncing leg up and down to relieve stress)

AN: happy valentines day!! And ignore my mistakes </3

You do not have permission to re-post my work anywhere. It’s my shit, don’t steal it.

Dear Y/n,

Roses are red We’re told that violets are blue I can’t admit my feelings But please know they’re true

February approaches And the sun still shines Though not as bright as you Would you ever think to be mine?

I’ll watch from afar Eternally gazing at you If the world contains any mercy Maybe you’ll feel the same too

I’m no savior I’m certainly no knight I’m a horrible poet But maybe I’m your Mr. Right

- Your secret admirer

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This was 😭😭😭

A part 2 please 🥺🥺🥺 where the reader has moved on with someone else (maybe loki or Pietro) and Peter is full of regret and wants the reader back????

Me or Her?

summary: Peter has to choose between you, his girlfriend, and MJ, his best friend.

prompt: requested by: @gf4hjp - “Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.”

warnings: angst. this was a lil sad to write

notes: angst (if I did a decent job)

word count: 1.5k

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There were only a handful of people that knew Peter Parker’s biggest secret, and after dating him for almost six months, he trusted you enough to know too. You, Ned and MJ were his inner circle.

You could honestly say being with Peter was incredible. He was so charming, he had the perfect mix of shyness and confidence and he made you laugh every single day, so much that your jaw hurt, and it felt like you had done seventy sit ups.

Of course, there were moments where it was hard. He was a super-hero trying to juggle his high-school life, family, friends and his girlfriend. That didn’t bother you though, you knew it was a huge responsibility and you respected that.

The hardest thing to deal with was probably feeling like a second choice at times.

You came around much later than Ned and MJ. You came into an inner circle that had already been through so much together, and it felt like you were always right behind MJ, when really, your relationship was serious enough that you should have at least been on the same level.

You never told Peter any of your concerns. He had too much going on already. The last thing you wanted him to think was that you were a jealous girlfriend.

But things were starting to get worse. He was starting to blow you off to hang out with MJ. He was sitting with her in classes and always making time for her, but hardly ever you.

And you had just about reached your boiling point.

“God, Peter. Pick up!” You spoke through the dial tone, pacing the front of the restaurant you were supposed to be eating at with Peter. For your six-month anniversary.

It was the third time he’d been late to a date this week, but this was the longest by far.

You were fuming. You could feel your heart contracting, your stomach turning, and your hands were starting to shake. But you wouldn’t blow up. He could’ve been stuck with super-hero things. You’d hear what he had to say first.

Almost forty minutes later, when you had given up on calling him and had instead sat on the shady looking curb, Peter landed in front of you, a trail of web following him.

“Hey, babe. I’m so sorry I’m late. MJ needed help with her chemistry paper, and I just lost track of t-“ Peter started his usual rambling of apologies, but you’d heard enough when he brought MJ up.

“That’s why you’re late?” You cut him off as you stood up from the curb, shuffling back and away from his embrace that always came after the apology. You could feel your eyes beginning to burn, but you weren’t going to cry. Not yet.

His face dropped, a quick look of shock flashing across his face before he stepped closer towards you. This was the first time you’d ever reacted like this. “Y/N, look, I know I’ve been late-“

“Yeah, and why is that?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to protect yourself from not only the chill running up your arms, but from the impending heartache. You’d never fought before. Not like this.

He couldn’t hide the look of shock anymore. He opened his mouth, like he was searching for something to say but all that came out was a squeaky, “what?”

You felt the tears well up, and you did nothing to stop it. You wanted Peter to see how upset he made you. “On Monday, you were late to our breakfast date. You apologised and you hugged me, and I forgave you,” You gulped down the sob that was threatening to escape, and you knew Peter noticed because he looked away for a few seconds. He didn’t like seeing you like this. “On Thursday, you were late to our movie night. In your own house. May ended up watching half of the movie with me because she felt sorry for me. But you apologised and I forgave you again. And I forgave you the other twenty times before that too.”

You took a second to swat at the tears streaming down your cheeks and Peter lifted his hand towards your face, a look of confliction on his face as he wiped a tear away, but you pushed his hand away, letting out a painful sob.

“Tell me you weren’t with her!” You cried, watching as Peter flinched at the raise in your voice. The look on his face broke your heart even more, but you couldn’t do it anymore. You weren’t going to be second. “Tell me, Peter!”

He was silent for a long moment. Anxiety stricken and running a shaky hand through his messy curls. It made you want to stop. It made you want to apologise and tell him you loved him and didn’t care if he loved MJ more.

“MJ… Sh-she needed help with her paper-“

“God! It’s not that, Peter! I don’t care about you helping her. It’s the fact that you blow me off to spend time with another girl. I’ve always felt second to her and I’m so fucking sick of it.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N? She’s my best friend. She’s been my best friend for a long time. I can’t just forget about that because I have a girlfriend now!” His irritation was starting to grow as well. He didn’t like feeling like he was put on the spot. He wished he could just make everyone happy.

“I love you, Peter. I love you, so much.” Your voice broke into a whisper at your own confession. You and Peter had never exchanged the three words before, but there you were. A gush of wind blew just as the words left your mouth, making the goosebumps rise on your skin. You could feel how wet and stained your face was from the tears.

“I love you too, Y/N. God, I love you.” He stepped forward to wrap his arms around you, but you held your hand against his chest, stopping him from coming any closer. Any other time, those words falling from his lips would’ve meant the world but now all they did was suffocate you.

You took a deep breath in, skimming your eyes over him. From the corners of his lips turned down into a frown, to the cutest nose that was turning red from the cold, all the way to his brown eyes that had earned your forgiveness so many times. Now they were flooded with emotion.

“Then choose. Who is it, Peter? Me, or her?” You kept your eyes locked on your hand on his racing heart. You didn’t want to see the hesitation in his eyes.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m not going to choo-“

“Peter, choose. Don’t lie to me, don’t try to protect my feelings. Just tell me, who is it?” You took in another gulp of air, trying to calm your trembling fingers and racing heart. You were so anxious you could feel the bile rising in your gut, and you took another gulp to try and ease the tightness in your throat.

The next words that left his mouth were the ones you’ll never forget. They completely destroyed the ‘I love you’s’ and replaced them with something bitter and hateful. They were the words you expected but never thought you would hear.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.” His voice broke off into a heart-breaking sob as he tried to reach for you, to grasp onto you, to drag you into his arms and tell you he loved you repeatedly until it was all he felt. Until he loved you more than he loved MJ. But you were already gone. Your hand that was once on his heart was tightening around your own throat, trying to hold back the sobs and cries and the incoming panic attack.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” The tears were rolling down his own cheeks too, but nothing hurt him more than seeing you like this. He wished he could change the way he felt, but he couldn’t, and he hated himself for it.

“Go, Peter. Just go. Please.”

“Y/N, please-“

“Go!” You screamed, finally locking eyes with his. Two broken people. That’s what anybody walking down the street would’ve seen. But no one was out. It was just you two.

He stumbled backwards, almost slipping down the curb, but he quickly caught his step. His vision was cloudy as he staggered away from you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wanted to remember that moment. The moment he broke your heart, so that if he ever wanted to crawl back to you, he’d remember just how badly he fucked you up and he’d think twice.

He watched from a distance as you dropped to the curb, sobbing into your hands.

That was how Peter lost one of the only real things he had ever known.

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A/N:

this was my first time writing angst and I hope you guys enjoyed it. if you have any constructive feedback, please don't hesitate to contact me, I'd really appreciate it. also, any recommendations and prompts are welcome too.

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watercolor eyes

pairing: tom!peter x f!reader

warnings: sexual assault

summary: you took a shortcut into the wrong place at the wrong time, but luckily, peter was there to save the day

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word count: 912

a/n - please send in more requests!

It was another cold night in Queens, making you wish you had decided to go to school someplace warmer. While your studio apartment was quite a hike from campus, it was cheaper than the dorms, which is why you decided to live off-campus. The cold bit at your fingertips, causing you to hide them under your long sleeves. You stopped in front of the alley you always use as your shortcut, since it gets you home faster. But something felt off. You shook your head, chalking it all up to you just being paranoid after a long day. You made your way into the alley, just trying to get home as fast as possible.

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Acceptance of your true power

What if I told you that everything you've ever been told was a lie, what if I told you that you have created every single thing you are experiencing, what if I told you that there is no such thing as fiction, what if I told you that you are the god of your reality, and that everything that you can ever desire exist within your you and what if I told you that your imagination is your true reality? Would you believe me? Would you accept this truth? Or would you still give outside sources the power? 

Your failure to accept the things I just said is the exact reason that you are not manifesting what you want. Your incapability of accepting your true power is the reason you do not have anything that you desire. You are giving your power away and not accepting your true godself. 

“Because of your belief in external things you think power into them by transferring the power that you are the external thing, realize you yourself are the power you have mistakenly given to outer conditions.” -Neville Goddard 

When you realize you yourself are the power source things can feel uneasy and you feel like you were in the wrong or you were saying something that is not true, but none of those things are the truth. You are the god of your reality!

Many people have struggled to accept that, I was one of them, but the way that I was able to truly accept my power is to finally surrender to my inner man. To finally surrender to my imagination and to accept myself within. When I accepted myself within I was able to truly understand that I am the all-powerful knowing creator of My reality. You can struggle to accept this if you have religious trauma or if you have been forced by society and by your family to accept that you are not the person that was in control and that you had to give power to outside sources, however what they have told you was nothing but a lie. 

Why do we fear who we are? Why do we restrict ourselves from fully accepting our power? The answer is easy: you are bound by your fear. You fear you're incapable of being free and being in control. Just like  @lotusmi said in her post Fearful Of Magnificence “we may feel incapable of freedom, of our salvation. We feel that fear and back we go into our own caves, to dwell in our caves of Desire still wishing for freedom.” You overcome the fear and these doubts and this incapability to accept your own power by surrendering to your own imagination. By learning to stop fearing yourself, to stop fearing your true power, to break free from that fear of knowing you are the god of your reality. For everything is your own wonderful creation; it was born from your own imagination.

You are the mother and your reality is the child you birthed. Neville always said "nothing to change but self",  so go within yourself and change those feelings of fear and go within your mind and finally say I am the creator, I am the one who creates, I am the god of my reality, anything I want I can have, I call the shots. Acceptance is all you need. Accept  that you are the creator! Accept that you yourself are the one who will give you whatever you desire!! Accept that you yourSELF are who creates.

If we learn to accept our power we will be able to accept that we created everything within our lives. Everything we experience truly came from our imagination from the family you have to what you are seeing on TV! Everything you have ever seen was created from your mind! We must be willing to actually accept that ourselves created everything that we experience. This can be the hardest form of acceptance but it will truly Empower you to create whatever you desire.

So go within your imagination, and finally accept you, your wonderful limitless power.

Hey guys! I'm tryna find a peter Parker x reader fic where it's Peter's Birthday and he thinks that the reader forgot about it because she has been ignoring him ( at least that's what he thinks) due to work but actually she planned a whole party for him and it's all fluff. I really want to read that fic again. But I don't know the title. Please help me find it 😭😭😭😭

This made me cry 😭💖

˗ˋˏ and i'm sitting on a bench at coney island wondering, where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

summary: peter wasn't the only kid tony lost that day on titan (tony stark x female teen reader; implied peter parker x fem reader)

wc. 2.0k

a/n: so y/n's powers are similar to wanda bc its monday and i do not function on mondays. yes i added lyrics to this because I'm insane :) also, i know the lyrics are not in order but bear with me, and apologises in advance babes ♡

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Red, yellow, orange, black.

That’s all she could see.

Rockets were going off, red and gold ones to be specific.

This dumbass was going against the grape by himself.

“Go,” She heard Peter say. He shot a web to a incoming rock, re-directing it from one of the new space nerds they had met. She flicked her arm out and disintegrated it before it even came close to the two.

“Go I got this.” He said again.

“Stay out of the gravitational orbit will ya?” Y/N replied back, quickly. Knowing Peter was well capable of biting of only what he could chew. Sorta.

Better than Mr. T’s ability.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names,” She heard him say over the blood roaring in her ears. Thanos had ripped of Tony’s nano-tech mask, landing a hard blow on him.

Tony didn’t get back up.

Her arrival on ground caused a ripple under the planet’s surface. Small rocks and debris around her went up in disintegration. Her eyes glowing a soft white.

“Hands off,” She growled as she lifted herself back up in the air.

 ˗ˋ And when I got into the accident, The sight that flashes

before me was your faceˎˊ˗

Thanos was quicker, sending a blast of purple energy from the Power stone straight to where Y/N flew over head. Landing to punch.

The purple met white.

Y/N stayed with one arm outstretched, the other closer to her face. Generating whatever she could.

She’s seen Tony get pushed down, it never struck her. She always knew he’d get back up. This was different.

This was war.

Her hand closest to her began to move outward. One stream of energy keeping the Power stone’s abilities away from her, while she sent a second stream right toward the infinity gauntlet.

The gold closest to his elbow began to deteriorate.

Thanos tilted his head in confusion. How the hell was that working?

That’s when purple started to win, Y/N’s hands beginning to shake from the strain.

Thank Thor above Tony had been watching as he prepared to strike.

The purple was gone almost immediately as a flash of red and gold flew by her. That’s when the blue hit, the Space stone. Moving her forcefully across the face of the planet.

“Somethings happening,” she heard someone say. She was too disoriented to put the voice to a name. Not that she would’ve remembered, shed met these space geeks less than hours ago.

She was too far away from the group to see what exactly what the voice was referring to. She crawled onto her legs on hands and knees, wobbling over, and holding her side. Her temple was bleeding, lip cut, arm probably fractured from the impact of Thanos hitting her with the Space stone. Most of her body had absorbed the energy, but it still hurt like hell.

She stumbled on her way to the group, just a handful of meters away.

Except there was no group anymore. Just the woman with the cool hand, and Tony. But Tony was kneeling over someone.

“I’m sorry,”

No.

She didn’t need superpowers or FRIDAY to tell her whose voice was that. His voice would forever be engraved in her mind, her soul.

What happened to him?

What happened to him.

Anger flooded through her, as it always did. She looked around for the Titan, for Strange, for anyone else there.  

Why did everyone leave?

She looked at her shaky hands.

Did I do this?

Oh God.

This was me, wasn’t it.

I finally messed up.

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Tony turned around, eyes blank as he looked at the ashes on his hands.

His kid’s ashes.

Shit.

The kids.

Y/N was staggering over to him. Horror in her eyes as she darted from her hands, to around her, back to

her hands.

“Tony?” She whispered.

Not you please not you too.

Part of him didn’t want to move, he didn’t know if he could save her. He lost one please let Y/N not be another.

He got up anyway, swaying unsteadily under the floor of an already unsteady planet.

Tony reached his arms out to grab her. To keep her there with him. . He lost one, please let Y/N not be another.

But Y/N didn’t fall into his arms like Peter did.

She just stood there.

He held onto her shoulders.

“Kid-, “ He said quietly looking down at the girl he considered his daughter.

Y/N’s hand stayed connected to her stomach, like if she moved she would hurt him even more than he already was. She kept her eyes flickering side to side from his.

She put her hand on his face.

Tony wanted to say something. To comfort her? To keep her there? To tell her not to go? To tell her she

should’ve stayed home with her stupid muffin she was so excited to eat that morning.

“Never let them take your heart,”

He had to watch her disappear into dust, her eyes closed right before…

He crumbled under the disappearance of the weight right next to him.

They lost. But Tony didn’t know what hurt more. Because he didn’t just “lose”.

He felt like he died that day too. On that stupid orange planet.

And he felt, like he died split in two.

•────────⎊─────────────•

3 Weeks Later

Grass.

That was the first thing Tony saw as Nebula helped him down the stairs of the Bentar. He previously saw a figure running toward them.

Of course it had to be the Captain himself.

Neither recognized the fact in that they hadn’t seen each other since the brutal fight in Siberia. For a moment they were just Tony and Steve. Not Iron Man and Captain America.

Friends.

“Couldn’t stop him.” Was the first words Tony uttered.

“Neither could I.” Steve followed immediately afterword, supporting Tony as much as he could.

“Hang on,” Barley a whisper. Tony hated the words that came out of his mouth next. He’s been dreading it for weeks. God how he wished somedays aboard that ship he could’ve died with them.

“I lost the kids,”

“Oh, Tony we lost.”

Pepper ran into Tony’s arms, taking his attention away from Steve. Giving him a moment to realize what

just happened.

Sure the super soldier’s reflexes and quick thinking was fast. But this threw him completely off his course.

What the hell did Tony mean by ‘the kids’?

Sure the Spider-Boy that went missing with Tony in New York, and…

Oh God. No.

…

A few hours later…

“You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood, holding onto the table now and then for support.

 “I said, ‘we'd lose’. You said, ‘We'll do that together too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers”

Rhodey finally cut in. “Okay.”

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down.” His friend told him, hands on his arms.

Tony mumbled an okay, but Stark’s never stay quite.

Y/N wouldn’t, he thought. “Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?”

“Tony, you're sick.” Rhodey could hardly be heard over the rush of adrenaline that went through Tony.

Tony looked over to the new blonde standing silently in the corner. “She's great, by the way.”

“Sit down. Sit.”

“We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules. You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood holding onto the table now and then for support. Right in front of his face, hushing down to a venomous tone.

“I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

The old friends just gaze at each other. Steve looking affected by Tony's words.

“You know Steve, the las thing she ever said to me? Never let them take your heart.”

Tony rips his Arc Reactor from his chest and shoves it into Steve's hand

“It’s too bad I’m giving it. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony falls to the ground. Steve is by his side and everyone is starting to gather.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine. I...”

Tony falls into a heap, unconscious.

No one needed magical powers to know damn well who he was talking about.

•───────⎊─────────────•

5 Months Later

It’s October 21,

It was supposed to be a party.

He had hiding a box of streamers and banners and deflated balloons in the lab for weeks.

Not even mentioning the closet full of papers for guest lists, and different planned out days on crumbled pieces of paper.

The invitations were ready to be sent.

Pepper had gone out of her way to pick a dress for her.

He looked out to the morning sunrise on the hard wooden bench. He had told Pepper he was going on a run.

Pepper knew, Tony never ran a day in his life. But after losing Y/N, she lost a piece of Tony herself. Not even mentioning the own hole it left in her heart. In her home.

He had fallen asleep to the thought of birthday cake last night. Maybe it was the nightly delusions kicking in. A blanket was placed over him. He just wanted to go back to that dream, only being held less than a couple months ago. A life that felt so long ago.

He woke up groggy that morning. Rubbing his hair as he placed one foot in front of the other in the hallway. He had a little too much to drink last night at his “surprise” birthday party Pepper had thrown for him. Unlucky for her, FRIDAY knows everything.

“God you people are so loud,” He heard a voice whisper from a few feet around the corner. Shhh’s followed. He knew that voice.

In the softest voices possible for an hungover Sunday, “Happy birthdays!” were exclaimed.

 ˗ˋˏ You standing in the hallway with a big cake, Happy

birthday ˎˊ˗

Y/N at the center of the little group, comprised of, Peter, Happy, and Pepper.

“Happy birthday to you,” They whispered through smiling faces.

“Happy birthday to you,” God how much did he have to drink that night?

“Happy birthday dear Mr. T,”

“Tony,”

“Mr. Stark,”

The cake read, ‘Halfway to Senior Citizen!’ in the messiest handwriting Tony has ever seen on a cake.

“Happy birthday to you!”

He told himself he didn’t deserve this. This makeshift group of friends. Any yet Tony thought to himself, these were no longer just his friends.

They were family.

 “It’s-its bullshit I’ve even come to this but. God, kid I had to-I had to be the one to tell you.” He stuttered as he spoke, his hand running down his face.

“If you’re still there, knowing you, you’ve probably already sorted through all of my stuff,”

He pulled out a white envelope from the inside of his athletic jacket. The sides were torn and worn, illustrating just how many times Tony thought of burning it.

He ripped open the white flap gently. His hands shook while he did. Deep down it hurt, even more than usual, because he knew he was never supposed to be the one opening this. He was supposed to be watching from across the couch where you were supposed to be. Sitting opening all of dozens of birthday presents—making up for the time you never got to.

He blames himself, for he’s the reason you will never get another candle on a birthday cake.

A bead of water landed on the paper, causing a smudge of black ink to run along the letters.

Anthony Edward Stark, Virginia Potts

Custody of Y/N Y/L/N

“Happy birthday kid.”

˗ˋˏ I’m on a bench in Coney Island, wondering

Where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

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How To Finally Shift If You’ve Been Trying For 2+ Years

⚠️ Little warning before we begin: don’t get scared off! I might sound a little negative at first, but that’s not the point of this post. My goal is for you to reach the end of this and think “Oh, I’m definitely going to shift to my DR now!”

Having said that:

If you’ve been on your shifting journey for two or more years, doing methods, reprogramming your mind, consuming advice, maintaining a mental diet, manifesting, forcing assumptions, trying to create assumptions, etc, etc⏤and you still haven’t shifted your awareness to your DR, maybe it’s time to stop trying to make yourself shift.

Stop trying to shift.

Stop trying to trigger a shift.

Maybe the thing you need at this point in your journey is to stop trying to make yourself shift.

And I’ll explain why by asking you a question:

In these two, three, four, however many years of effort, don’t you think you would have shifted by now?

Think about it. You’ve oversaturated your mind with the intention to shift. You do all your methods correctly. You try to convince yourself that you're already in your DR. You feel symptoms. Sometimes you even "mini shift." And yet… you're still here. Doing the same things. Searching for advice that leads you right back to doing the same thing:

Trying to shift. Trying to trigger a shift. Trying to shift your awareness.

Trying.

Trying confidently.

Trying hopelessly.

Trying angrily.

…Trying.

If you were going to shift by inducing a shift, triggering a shift, or successfully shifting with a method, it would have happened by now.

“But Clover, I still have a lot of soul-searching and work to do! I just need to put in more effort!”

Awesome! Then click away, because this advice isn’t for you. I’m not talking to you.

I’m talking to the person who is tired. Who is drained. Who, despite applying all the sage advice on the internet, is just burnt out from the process of shifting.

And if that sounds like you, let me repeat: Maybe you need to stop actively trying to shift.

Your work is done. And that’s a good thing.

You’ve spent years ingraining the idea of shifting into your subconscious. You’ve impressed the intention to shift so deeply that it’s already there. Congratulations! You did all the mental work. It’s done.

Your DR is already yours. You already have the ability to shift.

So stop trying to trigger it. Stop trying to make yourself shift.

Let go of the “making yourself shift” process.

“Oh my god, she’s going to tell me to take a break.”

LMAO you thought.

Yes, breaks are excellent. They help reset and recharge your mindset. I always encourage taking breaks if you need them. But let’s be honest. Sometimes, even the thought of taking a break feels just as mentally exhausting as staying on your shifting journey.

“Oh no, she’s going to tell me to do nothing at all.”

Once again, you thought.

Instead, you’re going to capitalize on the fact that you’ve already done all this work. The intention to shift is always, always, always in your mind. Your subconscious knows you want to shift. Just like it knows how to shift your awareness.

So, the next time you lay down to do your shifting process...

Instead of trying to shift…

Instead of trying to induce a shift, induce the void, or force an outcome…

Give yourself exactly what you want.

Give yourself the feeling of being in your DR.

Drop the conscious, active intention to shift because your subconscious already has it covered. You don’t need to keep hammering it in. Instead, focus on inducing the emotions you would feel if you were in your DR.

Imagine waking up in your DR. Imagine being there. Imagine spending time with your DR friends, your S/O, whatever makes you happiest. Personally, I lean toward wake-up scenarios. You can listen to music, meditate, visualize, even do a shifting method if you enjoy it—but instead of doing it with the intention to shift, you’re doing it just to give your body and mind the feeling of being there. The happiness, the calm, the excitement, whatever it is for you.

This does not mean you’re lying there thinking, “Okay, this is going to make me shift.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Drop the idea of shifting entirely. That process is done.

And I’ll say it one more time:

If you were going to shift by inducing a shift, making yourself shift, or triggering a shift, it would have happened already.

So let it go. Drop it.

Induce the emotions of being in your DR, and then let go. Once you do that, go to sleep. Or go about your day. That’s it.

So why does this actually make you shift?

Because feeling is the language of the subconscious.

Think about it: The moments in your life that shaped you the most weren’t just things you thought. They were things you felt deeply. Joy, fear, excitement, grief. Emotions imprint on the subconscious. That’s why certain smells, songs, or places instantly bring back vivid memories. Because your subconscious records experiences based on emotions, not logic.

So when you stop trying to shift and instead just focus on feeling like you’re in your DR, your subconscious responds by aligning your awareness to match that emotional state.

Because to the subconscious, there’s no difference between imagination and reality. When you visualize something vividly enough, your brain fires the same neurons as if you were actually experiencing it. Athletes use this trick to enhance performance. Musicians use it to refine their skills. And guess what? It works for shifting too.

When you let go of the effort and just immerse yourself in the emotions of already being there, you bypass the resistance that trying creates.

And that’s when the shift happens.

It happens because you stopped forcing it.

It happens because your subconscious already knows how to shift, you just needed to get out of its way.

So, again, drop the struggle. Drop the effort. Stop trying to shift.

The more precise or perfect you want the shift to be, the more pressure you put on yourself. Your brain rebels against that because rigid control drains energy.

Remember this:

High Emotion + Low Attachment = Flow.

When you feel something strongly but aren’t clinging to the result, your subconscious has room to act. This is why sometimes, when you care less or focus on something in a passing, emotional way, it manifests easily.

This is why people can give up on shifting entirely and shift. This is why people let go of the need to shift and shift. This is why you shift without meaning to.

You: “No, I can’t do this! I need to keep trying to shift or else my subconscious will think I don’t want to shift anymore!”

Me:

*As always, take what resonates, discard what doesn’t, because we’re all different people who need to hear different things :)

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cute ass fluffy requests??? i got you😉 i’m just gonna ask for small little blurbs tho

- peter accidentally saying i love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned

- reader building the lego death star for peter and giving it as a present

- reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to peter, so their face to face and have their first kiss

btw, love your content🤍🤍

Ahh these are so cute thank you!

Peter accidentally saying I love you while you guys are hanging out with mj and ned:

Peter and y/n had kept their 6mon relationship a secret from even MJ and Ned as Ned kept badgering Peter about staying a “bachelor” for college and MJ was overprotective of y/n & wouldn’t like the idea of her dating a superhero.

Peter had a rough day and just wanted to go home and cuddle with y/n but they’d already scheduled a study session with Ned and MJ.

“Why can’t you trust an atom?” Y/n asks suddenly, smiling

“What?” Ned asks confused at the sudden change but Peter just smiles, “why?”

“Because they make up everything” she laughs, causing Peter to join in her laughter and cheering him up a little.

MJ and Ned roll their eyes and try to get back on task.

“Why can’t you take electricity to social events?” Y/n asks still laughing.

“Why?” Peter responds, a wide smile on his face.

“Because it doesn’t know how to conduct itself” she shrugs

Peter’s heart soars as she laughs and continues telling science puns/jokes in an attempt to cheer him up.

“God I love you y/n” Peter says for the first time, despite having thought it for the longest time.

Y/n blushes and neither one notice their surroundings for a moment as she smiles and kisses him softly, “I love you too Petey”.

“What the hell is going on here?” Ned asks as MJ pretends to gag.

Peter and y/n look at each other with wide eyes, they have a lot of explaining to do.

Reader building the Lego Death Star for Peter and giving it as a present

Peter’s birthday was coming up in a week but y/n couldn’t afford to get him much.

She’d been working extra hours so she could afford to get her boyfriend a good birthday gift but it still never felt like enough

“MJ I don’t know what I’m going to get him” y/n whines as they chat in her apartment.

“Doesn’t he and Ned like those Lego things? Maybe just get him a box of those” MJ suggests.

“He has nearly all of them. And he has made-“ y/n stops, getting an idea.

Peter and Ned had wanted to make the Lego Death Star but each time they were close to being done they managed to break it.

Maybe y/n could build it for Peter as a gift

It took nearly a week for her to make it as she wanted to do it on her own. But it was finally complete

Knowing her boyfriend, she added some sealant glue to it so it couldn’t break as easily

To say Peter was appreciative would be an understatement

He immediately texted Ned to make him jealous, saying how incredible his girlfriend was

After learning y/n added sealant, he eagerly set it close to his bed so he could see it each night as he fell asleep

Reader trying the web shooters and ends up being stuck to Peter so they end up face to face and have their first kiss

Y/n had been begging Peter to let her try his Spider-Man gadgets ever since finding out his secret identity a long time ago, so today was no different in that sense

However, today Peter caved and agreed to let her try his web shooters as long as it was indoors as he did not want her trying to swing herself and get hurt

Eager to even just hit the button for the webs, she agreed to the compromise in an instant

Within minutes, his room was covered in web shooter fluid, covering nearly every surface imaginable

Peter was tempted to make a joke about how it looked when suddenly she hit him with the webbing by accident.

Peter looked down and saw the web was attached to his chest but still connected to the web shooters in her possession as well, linking the two of them.

“Sorry Pete! I- how do I let it go?” Y/n groaned, frantically spinning her arms around to try and fix the situation

Peter laughed softly at her frustration but before he could help her, her jerks caused the web attached to his chest to pull him against her

She gasped as Peter’s body slammed into her’s and she apologized as she tried to wiggle free

“Y/n/n, it’s okay” Peter said between laughs. “I’ll get us free” he promised, kissing her forehead.

She blushed and looked up at him with a small smile.

Peter’s eyes drifted to her intriguing lips he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the day they met, and then reluctantly away in embarrassment as he knew she saw

“Peter, you’re going to have to kiss me, because my arms are stuck at my side” y/n laughs, wiggling her arms that were webbed to her side to show her point.

Peter’s face flushed but he wasn’t going to miss his chance and propped his left hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her, his stomach turning to mush as his heart swelled

“I should’ve let you try these a long time ago” he blurts as their lips part.

“Now about this… it wears off in a few hours, or I have a solution in the other room” Peter says

“I think we can make do for a few hours, I could always use some Peter cuddles” y/n blushes.

Thank you so much for your request! I hope you liked it 💕

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