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The Spiderman Kiss

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : Y/N help spiderman with his wound.

Warnings : slight make out session , mention of wound (stab wound to be more specific) and blood , Peter being Peter

A/N : you can imagine this as Tom Peter , Andrew Peter or Tobey Peter. Not my gif.

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Peter didn't even know why he came to her for help. He could just tend his own wound but no , he swing to her apartment as fast as he can while the other hand clutch tighly on the stab wound on his abdomen. Landing on her fire escape , he hesitated , he could turn back and go home but before he realized it. His hand already knocked on her window.

Y/N was studying in her room for tomorrow calculus test when she hear a knock on her window. Getting up from her chair , she draw the curtain only to be met with a superhero clad in a red and blue skintight suit.

She open her window. "What are you-"

Her eyes trailed down to his abdomen and she gasp when she noticed the blood "oh my , you're bleeding"

"yeah , I was hoping you could help me"

She help him through her window and sat him on her bed. "Stay here alright? I'm gonna get the first aid kit and the washcloth. Don't pass out"

Peter only nod his head , watching her figure entering the bathroom before coming out a minute later with the kit and washcloth. She kneel between his spread legs making Peter gulp nervously.

"can you- can you take off your suit so I can get a better look on your wound?". Her voice was quite. If its not for his enchanced hearing , he won't hear her.

"yeah um sure". He take off his skintight suit (except the mask and lower body part of course) revealing his toned chest , six packs and muscly arms. The way her eyes trailed over his toned figure make him blush under his mask.

Y/N clear her throat and started to clean his wound ,trying hard not to stare at his chest. "The wound is not that deep so you didn't need a stitch. I will just patch you up okay?"

Peter nodded his head again. Unable to let out a words , afraid he's gonna talk nonsense. How could he not? He's been crushing on her since freshman year. Y/N is the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on. He's pretty sure Y/N would never spare a glance at a nerd like him.

"There all done". Peter was quick to wear his suit back

"thank you...." He trailed off , acting like he doesn't know her.

"Y/N. My name Y/N"

"Thank you Y/N" he said , stepping out onto the fire escape. "You're welcome spidey". With a small smirk on her face , she leaned on her windowsill , face inches away from Peter.

She doesn't even know where the sudden boldness came from.

"I uh. I should go"

"stay safe". She wink making Peter more flustered under his mask

That night , Peter sleep with a huge grin on his face.

He can't help himself. He's been staring at the back of her head since she stepped inside the classroom. He can't stop replaying last night memory in his head. She look even cuter with her silk kitten pj's , her h/c locks tied in a loose bun. The way she bit her lips in concetration.

Her lips , how he wish he could kiss her untill she's panting out of breath

She lived in his head. Rent free

"Mr Parker"

Peter snapped out of his daze and reply quickly "yes?"

"whats the answer to this question?"

His eyes scanned the question on the white board. "Oh um 20"

"Good , pay attention next time"

"Yes , sorry sir"

He look back at her only for her already have her eyes on him. She gave him a small smile and he returned it but it look more like an akward smile. She turn back around and Peter smile to himself.

He want to see her again tonight. Maybe bring her a little gift. If he can't approach her as Peter Parker. He will approach her as Spiderman.

Y/N was playing with her phone when she hear a knock on her window. Again.

She get up from her bed and draw the curtain to be met with the same superhero she helped yesterday. Opening her window , Peter step inside her room.

"Are you hurt? Want me to get the first aid?"

"No. No i'm fine. I'm just....Here". Peter held out a bouquet of roses for her. She took it from his hand with a smile on her face.

"Thank you". Peter rubbed the back of his neck. She put the bouquet on her nightstand and sat on her bed.

"Don't you have patrolling to do?"

"yeah urm just done with my patrolling and I saw the roses so I decided to bought it for you"

"How sweet of you spiderman" she breathed out. Y/N patted the space next to her indicating Peter to sat next to her. Peter comply without hesitation.

"What?". Peter let out a nervous chuckle when Y/N keep staring at his mask face. "I'm just trying to figure out the person behind this spider mask. Your voice sound familiar"

Peter started to panic. No , no , no she can't know his real identity. It will put her in danger.

"W-what? I'm pretty sure w-we never met before. H-how can my voice sound familiar to you?". Well , they have a few classes together but he didn't talk much. Just answering a question the teacher ask. And he know Y/N will probably never pay attention to him (except today). So it's impossible for her to know that spiderman is him.

Right?

"Chill spidey , i'm just messing with you" she chuckle. To be honest , she didn't lie. He do sound like a certain boy with a brown hair in her class who she have develop a crush since the past 3 months.

Well how could you not? Peter is a smart guy , attractive and have a good manner too. She can't help herself from falling for him.

Peter let out a sigh of relief. "you scared me there for a bit" he laugh.

For the rest of the night they just talk about everything and Y/N trying to make him slip out a little information about himself but luck is not on her side.

For the next 2 months , Peter keep visiting her every night after patrolling. He will brought her a coffee , more flowers or any snack he could put in his backpack.

Tonight was no different , he step through the already open window (since spiderman keep visiting , Y/N decided just to let her window open) he saw her just walk through her bedroom door with two mug of hot chocolate on her hands "oh hey , i made hot chocolate"

"oh i love hot chocolate". She let out a chuckle and pass the black mug with a picture of spiderman on it to Peter.

Peter scan the picture on the mug. "Really?"

"What? I bought it from a nearby store just for you" she laugh , bringing the mug to her lips before taking a sip. Peter pull his mask untill it was right under his nose before taking a sip himself.

She stare at his pink lips and notice a small scar on the corner of his lips. Only one person that she know have that scar on the corner on their lips.

"hey you okay?"

"What? Oh yeah i'm okay"

"So back to the story , that lady didn't even say thank you and just walk away. How rude- you sure you're okay? You keep staring at me"

"No , it just-"

Before Y/N could finish her sentence there was a loud knock on her door , follow by her mom's voice.

"Y/N , sweetie can you open this door?"

"oh shit thats my mom. Hide hide. Hurry!!" she whispered

"fuck , where?"

"i don't know! Why not on the ceiling?" she said sarcastically. But Peter is in a panic mode so he just jump on her ceiling and lay flat on it.

Y/N didn't realise that Spiderman is 'hiding' on her ceiling and open her door. Enough for her to peek out her head. "Yes mom?"

"who are you talking to?"

"uh no one"

"but I heard another voice"

"Oh i'm facetiming MJ"

"But I heard a boy's voice"

"Oh... Urmm MJ is with her boyfriend so uh that's why you heard a boy's voice. That's her boyfriend's voice"

Peter almost let out a laugh hearing Y/N answer knowing MJ is into girls.

"ohh look at the time it's almost 11. I gotta go to bed. Goodnight. Love you". Y/N close the door and let out a sigh. She turned around and a loud gasp escape her lips as Peter's mask face is literally in front of her.

He was standing

On her ceiling

They stare at each other. He examine her beautiful face. e/c eyes , h/c hair , plump lips. Everything about her is perfect in his eyes.

"Can I try something?". Her voice is quiet like when she first help him with his wound. He nodded his head.

Y/N pull his mask until it reach the bridge of his nose. Peter inhale sharply.

She cupped his face and bring their lips together. Her lips fit perfectly in his. Like their lips was made for each other.

Peter cup her left cheeks and kiss her a bit harder , making her let out a small groan. Neither of them seem like they want to pull away. They can't just get enough of each other lips.

After a minutes of them devouring each other lips , Y/N pull away first. Both of them panting heavily from the kiss.

"Well , I must say you're a good kisser , Parker" she smirked and wink at him.

His eyes widened "Wait , what?!"

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peter parker x f!reader

summary: spider-man hangs out with his crush all the time but this time it's different

warnings: swearing??

peter has been crushing over y/n for a very long time to the point where it's not even just a crush anymore, he's full on in love but he could never have the courage to tell her

luckily, he still gets to be with her, through spider-man.

nobody really remembers how it happened, it just did and for some reason y/n and spider-man are friends now. she's never really told anyone cause she's not that type of person. besides, he was just a normal person

she obviously doesn't know it's peter and he plans on it staying that way, spider-man was like his safety net. if they ever get into a fight, there's spider-man, if something's up with her, there's spider-man, anything that happens, spider-man knows about it

for once, peter was at a party and everyone was called to gather around in a circle. they decided to play spin the bottle, which made peter extremely nervous since y/n was part of the circle

once it was y/n's turn she span the bottle and of course, it had to land on peter. she wanted to lean in until she noticed how peter was frozen and clearly did not want to be kissed

"if peter doesn't want a kiss i'd like to volunteer instead of him" some guy said annoyingly

peter simply got up and left, y/n wasn't gonna let him ruin her day so she got the other guy and kissed him, making everyone laugh at how the guy was so happy

after the party was over, y/n went home and headed upstairs, to the roof. it's usually where she waits for spider-man to show up so they can talk and hang out

as usual, spider-man swung by when patrol was over.

"hey" he said, stuttering in the beginning since it felt awkward to talk after what happened

she didn't answer though

"what's up, talk to me" he said

she looked down, she looked pissed off and sad at the same time

"there's this guy, i don't know what his problem is- i mean, i was at this party today and we were playing spin the bottle, alright? so i spin the bottle and it lands on him and instead of kissing me like a normal person does he just- left! who does that? i don't get it! is- is it me? am i just that type of person that nobody wants to deal with? he always avoids me and it's just- it's me isn't it." she said

"what?" he said, shocked. he never realized how much he affected her with his actions

"i...i mean he probably doesn't mean it that way, right? maybe he just gets nervous around you cause you're so pretty and sweet and literally my dream girl and i would never hurt you i was just scared cause i've loved you for years and i don't know how to tell you-"

her head perked up in shock

"what? are-are you- oh my god, peter is spider-man?! all those things i said- oh my god this is so- you probably think i'm such a weirdo this is so embarrassing-"

peter stood there just staring at the girl who was spiraling. once she stopped talking and looked at him, he burst into laughter.

"what- why are you laughing?!"

"cause you're crazy! i tell you that i've been in love with you for years and all you care about is what i think of you cause you act like your weird normal self around me?"

"cause- i don't know what if you stop feeling the same way and i would be in love with someone who doesn't love me back-"

"did you just say you love me?"

"maybe..."

peter then used his webs on her and pulled her to his chest

"say it" he said

the girl smiled shyly in looked down

"please?"

she looked up and smiled

"i love you" she whispered

"again?"

"i love you"

"one more time, please?"

"i love you, peter."

"yeah that's it" he said, chuckling as the two shared a kiss

a/n: requests are open babes so don't be shy cause i have no ideas anymore help

SOOOOOOOO FUCKING CUTEEEEEEE (sorry for the language lol) 💖🥰🥰💖 this fic deserves all the love!!!!!!!

How about "come here.", "don't touch me!" and "stop, it tickles" with Natasha, Wanda and best friend!reader?

A/N: eek sorry it’s taken me a week! i promise requests will be much faster now!! thank you for this request

Friday nights are the best. Movie night with the girls, your all time favourite girls; Nat and Wanda. Every Friday night that they aren’t on a mission, you all settle down in a room and watch a heap ton of movies and eat lots of junk food. No boys allowed, except maybe Clint. He just has a way of getting in. 

Tonight you’ve decided to watch a couple of your all time favourite disney movies. You’re in the kitchen with Nat, waiting for the popcorn to cook, while Wanda is grabbing all of the junk food you bought earlier. Once you’re ready to rock and roll, all three of you snuggle up and start the movies. 

Halfway through the movie Nat moves slightly closer but somehow manages to leave her hand on your ticklish stomach. She keeps moving her hand and eventually you try to squirm away from her. “Don’t touch me!” Both Wanda and Nat turn to look at you, only to see you struggling to move away from Nat. It isn’t long until they connect the dots, only to come up with a plan.

After you settle, they put their plan to go. Wanda uses her powers to use soft things to tickle your feet. You flinch away almost immediately and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two women. Smiles start to form on their faces. As the movie goes on, you notice that every now and then something tickles you, and it’s always in different spots. You finally figure out what’s happening and jump off the lounge. 

You turn the face them, “Stop, it tickles! You don’t think I noticed what was happening? Well, I did!” they both laugh at how cute you reacted. You pout, “you guys are mean! I’ll call Clint into here.”

“Alright, alright. We will stop.” you don’t budge from your position. “Come here.” you sigh trusting them and go back to your place. 

Just as you start the next movie, Clint’s head pokes through the door, he immediately lays his eyes on the junk food before looking at you. He gives you a pleading look. You sigh, you could never say no to him. 

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Arranged Marriage | T.H

Pairings: Mob!Tom x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex

Summary: reader who is the daughter to the most notorious mob boss in London is forced to marry mob boss Tom

A/N: part 2?? Let me know!

Standing in front of the large full length mirror, you glance at yourself in the reflection while your mother hurried around you, arranging the long train of your long dress and tightening the straps on your shoulders. A veil was perched on top of your curls, a golden tiara encrusted with white diamonds kept it pinned into place. Your mother stole a quick glance at your face in the mirror, and instantly stopped fussing over you to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” she began, sympathy evident in her tone as she watched a single tear slide down your cheek. “You know your father wouldn’t of arranged this marriage if he didn’t think it was the right thing to do.” Grabbing a tissue from the dresser, she gently dabbed at your tear stained face, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“How is signing your only daughter over to a mobster without her knowledge the right thing to do, mum?” That heartbreaking question was the first time you spoke all morning since the night before, when your father announced the news for your marriage to Tom Holland to be finalised immediately. Your family have been at odds with his family for generations dating back to the 1800’s, your father would always say that no amount of money offered could settle the bad blood your family had shared with ‘that pack of heathens’, as he liked to call them. For no cost could ever be agreed upon for the trust and respect that goes into doing business with such people. Until one afternoon, when an offer proposed by a frail, dying Don Holland presented itself by a telegram message written from his deathbed as he settled the last of his affairs. That offer being you.

“I wasn’t entirely supportive of the arrangement too, but as you know dear, your father is not one to negotiate such matters with. I think it would be good for all as time goes on.” Your mother said as she grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze in reassurance. Although this plan didn’t lie in the hands of your mother, you did feel some resentment for both parents. “It’ll be good for his business, not for his daughter.” you sighed as you turned to walk away from your mother to sit on the end of your bed. “I always dreamed of marrying someone I loved…” You thought to yourself as your mind drifted off to the thought of Harrison, the handsome young butler who has been the reason for your bed remaining vacant and unoccupied as of late, for lonely nights alone had lead you into the comforting arms of the blue eyed lad, who resided in a single bed dormitory located at the third wing of the mansion where your grandfather had an old wine cellar renovated into servant quarters many years ago.

“You haven’t even met Thomas yet. I heard he is a real gentleman, and very charming.” Your mother replied, casting a playful wink at you as she started to adjust the tiara in your hair. You rolled your eyes and swatted her hand away from you as you stood up. It wasn’t until you smoothed your sweaty palms over your lace dress that you had noticed the hundreds and thousands of tiny pearls woven into the details of the dress. The designer was a mystery to you as your mother had it flown from Paris early this morning, but nether the less, it was gorgeous.

A light tap on your bedroom door awoke you from your daze. Walking across your bedroom, you opened the heavy door where your father’s assistant stood on the other side, a small delicate white box held in his hand immediately gaining your attention.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” the assistant who’s name you can never remember said. “I have a delivery from Mr Holland.” Confused, you hastily grasped the box from the man and carried it to your large four poster bed, eagerly pulling and untangling the fine pink silk ribbon that adorned the otherwise boring, plain white box. Your mother hurried to your side as you lifted the lid, curiosity getting the better of you both as you were both stunned by what was inside. A gorgeous diamond necklace, like nothing you had seen before was sitting before you. Reflecting the light of the room from the many stones that coated it glimmered from each and every angle. A note was tucked in behind it that read:

“For my beautiful bride. With love, T.H”

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 😭😭😭😭

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love is not enough

peter parker x reader

prompt - “ then what do i deserve? “ “ someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me."

warnings - angst, it's just hurt really no comfort besties <3

mlist+taglist | reqs open at 2nd jan | no taglist for peter but send me an ask if you'd wanna be tagged for it <3

a/n saw nwh have some feels it was good i love andrew and his spidey the most so look out for a very cool fic <33 (also this is kinda short but yeah)

unrequited love doesn't die. it only get hidden away deep beneath your heart, wounded and then sometimes it turns bitter and mean and full of vengeance; or sometimes it turns so frail and afraid and feels as if it could never love again.

only a very terrible case of unrequited love can make you feel both of these things and unfortunately, you felt it both only 'cause of peter parker.

peter was sunlight. warm, loving everything you'd want, need- for happiness. he could have been your sun, one you could touch, feel and kiss- but he wasn't.

you weren't like the moon, shining in its all glory. you were like the glint of it's light on broken glass. mj was the moon and peter was the sun, while you were merely a glint of light, barely significant between them.

you hated just how desperate you were for peter's touch, his love. you hated how your mind considered him your home- all the thoughts at last wandered to him. you hated how you fell in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. first liz and now mj but never ever yours.

you were crying. you crying so hard that you could barely breath and every single breath you took felt like breathing through broken glass. your lonely heart was cursed with the infinite unrequited.

"i loved you then and i love you now peter. i was and will be always here why don't you get?" you spoke your voice at the edge of breaking, tears slowly brimming in your eyes. "first liz and now mj why is it never me?"

"i just- i just see you as a bestfriend why don't you get it? you are one of the only thing constant in my life and i can't lose that." peter tried to reason, gripping his hair in frustration.

"how will dating me mean that i won't be a constant anymore, peter i- what ever are you saying? just tell me the real reason peter. what is it? why am i never your choice?"

"i just- i don't like you okay? i mean- yeah i like you as a friend but- and you deserve someone better than be anyway." peter spoke fumbling over his words.

"okay then, what do i deserve?" you spoke harshly. your eyes not leaving his brown ones which looked slightly watery.

"someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me" peter bit his cheek, his watery eyes threatening to spill at any moment.

"but i want you peter. i am the one who's there for you at midnights. i am the one who gives you a place to sleep when you can't go home. i am the one who is always there. i am the person you always come too. what is it about me that you can't even think of loving? what is it that you see in mj over me?" you were sobbing now, the angry tears hot against your face.

"the love i have for you will never be enough y/n, it never will." peter breathed. "and i am sorry for that."

"i gave you my midnights, all of my moonlight and this how you treat me? i ask you one question peter- what is it that you see in mj over me, you answer that and i will leave." you tone was cold, filled with venom. you felt and insane amount of hatred for peter right now. the love you held for him disguised itself in something so vengeful that you couldn't believe it.

"i just don't-"

"do you remember our long 6 hour phone calls where we talked until our throats were sore and eyelids heavy? or when you made french toast in the morning even though you didn't like it but you knew it was my favorite? when you'd compare me to the sun and you the moon? do you remember reading me stories at night simply because I asked you too? do you remember all the times I fell in love with you?" you were screaming now, your finger pointing his chest, tears falling down your cheeks. "i know you remember it all too well peter."

"i do."

"then what went wrong?"

"i- i don't know it's just i kissed mj and i like her and then it just happened y/n i am sorry-"

"i kept you like an oath peter. was i merely a secret to you? was i not someone you ever truly loved?" there was a pause, "was it even love to you?"

"y/n i am sorry." peter replied his hand slowly holding yours, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "i am sorry" he repeated as he let go of your hand. "i will always remember all too well." he said and turned around, walking away, leaving you alone.

you wanted to scream and shout and beg him to stay- but instead you did none of that and just watched him go. you loved him then and love him now, you never could be mj- it was all a male fantasy.

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 :)

These were so funny 😂😂😂 💖💖💖

.ೃ࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧

I felt like doing this today, maybe a bit boring but eh.

Peter *smiling*: So, when are you going to go out with me?

y/n *smirking*: I don't know, when are you going to ask me?

Peter: Uh..

*LATER*

Sam: SO YOU JUST RAN OFF??

Peter: I DIDN'T EXPECT HER TO FLIRT BACK!!

y/n: Yeah I kinda have a crush on someone, I'm just worried about telling you who ut is because I kinda know how you'll feel about it..

Tony and Steve: Just rip the bandage off.

y/n: It's Peter

Tony: And you better put that bandage back on.

Loki: I've never had a real friend before,

y/n: I can be your friend.

Loki:

Loki: I've also never had a girlfriend before.

*Peter jumping to attack*

Peter: You love me, right, Mr Stark?

Tony: Normally, I would say yes without hesitation, kid, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

y/n: Something's burning

Loki: It's just my burning love for you.

Peter *with protective bf mode activated*: It's the ship, Loki.

Loki: Oh

Yelena *tired af*: Why were the two of you up until 3am yesterday?

Peter: How did you know?

Yelena: We could hear the two of you clapping to the FRIEDNS into every 25 minutes.

y/n *wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket*: Okey, maybe we were up until 3am.

y/n: Did it hurt?

Peter:...When I fell from heav-

y/n: WHEN YOU FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!

Peter:

y/n:

Peter: Who told you?

y/n *sighs*: Sam

Steve: Time for plan G.

y/n: Don't you mean plan B?

Steve: No we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip plan C due to technical difficulties.

Peter: What about plan D?

Steve: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half and hour ago.

Natasha: What about plan E?

Steve: I'm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.

Tony: I like plan E.

Peter: HELP! I TOLD Y/N I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Clint *pouring milk directly into the cereal bag*: And you thought I could help?

Tony: Fuck!

Steve: Language.

Sam: Shit!

Steve: Language.

Natasha *about to throw a chair at Yelena*: Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch, you ass?

Steve: Language!

Rocket: That's one crazy motherfucker.

Steve: Language!

Peter: What the frick frack tickity tic tac snik snak, bro?

Steve:

Steve: What the fuck?

y/n *pointing at Steve*: Language!

This was so amazing and funny 😂😂💖💖

Yelena Belova and Natasha Romanoff x teen!sister!Reader where in Lena and Tasha find out that Reader is dating Peter Parker lives rent free in my head. Do what you will with this information.

Welcome to the Family~ Natasha x Yelena x Teen!Sister!Reader/ Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: Hi!! Yes ik, I'm scarce, i apologize. I love your asks and try to get through them whenever i can, so thank you for showing a constant interest in my writing. That's honestly the only thing that keeps me going and motivating me to write more.

I hope you enjoy this!

Peter and the reader are the same age and this takes place when they are in high school.

Not proofread.

Warnings: words like f*ck and sh*t, literally once each.

Words: 1261

***

“Hey?”

You looked up from your textbook, smiling at a tired Natasha who was leaning against the door,” You good there?”

Your oldest sister just gave you a tired smile,” Yeah, hectic mission is all. The mission report was a snooze.”

You got up and gave her a hug, hoping to make her feel better,” Did you want anything?”

“Oh, yeah. Lena asked me to call you for dinner.”

Natasha moved away from you and was about to head towards her room when you looked at her with furrowed brows,” You aren’t joining us?”

The redhead turned slightly and shook her head lightly,” No, I think I’ll retire for the night. Told Lena to leave the leftover in the fridge if I felt hungry later.”

You were about to protest before your phone rang.

When you saw who it was, you cut the call a little too quickly which caused Natasha to look at you weirdly,” Who was that?”

You looked up at her, eyes slightly wider because you thought she had already left the corridor,” Oh, it was just spam don’t worry.”

The ex-assassin looked at you for a second longer, trying to shake the feeling that you were lying and shrugging the thought away to her being tired which made her a little too hyper-aware of her surroundings.

You sighed to yourself before making your way to the dining table.

***

Yelena was attending to the garden at the back of the house when the doorbell rang.

“Y/n/n! Can you please open door please?”

“On it!’

You ran down the stairs and opened the door, smiling in amusement when you saw who it was.

“Good morning, ma’am. I hope you are having a lovely day” the boy dressed in a postman’s outfit smiled toothily.

“Well, it is now” you smiled, looking towards the glass door that led to the back for a second before quickly sneaking in a peck.

“Aww, is that all I get?” the boy pouted.

“For now, yes Mr. Parker” you smiled teasingly,” You got some nerve showing up here. What if it was my sister who opened the door?”

Peter just raised his eyebrow as if he saw this question coming,” Well my lovely girlfriend, I was sitting on that tree over there waiting for the right opportunity “

“That’s some commitment right there” you acknowledged.

“Y/n why are we sneaking around like this? I can handle your sisters.” Peter slightly whined.

You leaned against the door and just raised your eyebrow.

“Ok, maybe they intimidate a little too much and I nearly shit my pants when I’m near them, especially now that I’m dating their baby sister secretly. But still!”

You just chuckled at the boy before giving him another quick peck,” Soon Parker”

“Y/n who was it?” you hear Yelena’s voice nearing so you quickly shut the door before the blonde appeared.

“No one. Just some postman who was asking about an address near-by. Apparently got lost.” You smile slightly before making an excuse to go back to your room.

Yelena narrowed her eyes at you before looking out the window at the receding image of the postman.

***

A couple nights later, Yelena and Natasha were in the kitchen, trying to cook a Russian recipe their mother used to cook them when they were kids.

But both also had other things on their minds.

“Lena” “Tasha”

Both called out in unison.

They looked at each other and stopped cooking for a second before collectively looking up at the ceiling, above which was where your room was.

“You too?” Natasha asked, Yelena nodding.

“Something’s going on…”

Both finished cooking before tip-toeing to your room. They stood in front your door, trying to listen to anything on the inside.

“Should we be doing this though?” Yelena whispered, feeling slightly guilty about spying on their sister. Natasha seemed to realize the same thing and sighed.

“You are right. Let’s go.”

Just as the two were about the leave, a loud crash came from inside your room, causing them to panic.

They barged inside, in fright of something happening to you only to see Peter Parker hanging from the ceiling upside down with you hands on his cheeks, both looking at the door with wide eyes, caught red handed.

“What the fuck…..” Natasha let out, while Yelena just stood with her mouth hanging open.

***

Here you were, in the living room. All four of you sitting together, Natasha and Yelena side by side on the sofa and you and Peter occupying the other.

It was awkward, to say the least.

You nervously looked between your sisters, trying to deduce who would be the first one to pounce on your boyfriend so that you could push him out of the way.

Honestly that was all you were worried about. Peter’s safety. From your own sisters.

Natasha sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before looking both of you in the eye,” How long has this been going on?”

Peter looked at you and decided to answer,” uh, about 2 months, ma’am.”

Now Natasha looked at you,” and you didn’t bother telling us?”

Yelena just stayed silent, looking at Peter as if trying to decide how to murder the boy and letting Natasha do all the talking.

“See, I did. But it was so new, still is. I wasn’t sure how it would end and since you personally work in a team with him, I didn’t want things going south just because things didn’t work out between us.” You explained, finally realizing how this stunt could’ve hurt your sisters.

You hadn’t thought of that exactly.

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t tell us” Natasha argued, though her voice remained soft. You gulped seeing the hurt inside her eyes,” What if something extremely bad had happened? No offense Peter, but you need to see where I’m coming from here.”

Peter readily agreed with her,” Oh don’t worry, I actually agree with you. We should’ve been more responsible about this and not sneaked around.”

Natasha stopped speaking at that, her eyes scanning the boy before looking back at you,” You promise not to hide anything from us from now on?”

You nodded immediately,” Yes. I will. I was going to, believe me. But I just needed to be sure if this would work out just for a little while, more than a fling so that it didn’t complicate things.”

Natasha nodded,” You are a good kid Peter. I hope you maintain that image with us.”

“For your own good.” Yelena glared, still apprehensive.

Peter gulped as he nodded.

“Alright, who wants ice cream?” Natasha asked, causing you and Peter to look at her in surprise.

She smirked at that reaction before leaning back on the sofa,” Well, my baby sister is in a relationship for the very first time, I think that calls for a dessert.”

She got up,” Y/n can you help me carry the bowls please?”

You didn’t really get much of a choice as your oldest sister pulled you up and dragged you to the kitchen.

Yelena waited for you two to disappear before looking at Peter. The Spiderman didn’t know what it was but the stare unnerved him a little too much.

Yelena stood in front of him and bent down to meet his eyes level,” I hear a peep of her cries relating even remotely to you being the reason, you better start counting your days. You understand me?”

The blonde stepped back and smiled at the sweating boy,” Welcome to the family, Spiderman.”

***

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