Acceptance Of Your True Power

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.

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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imbackhome

3 years ago

Seashells - Peter Parker

hi hope you enjoy this blurb :) please read the warnings

Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: very small implied dark!peter/obsession Word Count: 538

It was the way you smiled that brought Peter in. He fell right in for you, plunging down into an endless hole but it made him feel so happy. The giddy feeling of crushing first captured him, and slowly the ideas of love sprung close to him. He breathed it in, adoring you even more from the side, watching every moment he spent with you.

The day he decided to confess wasn't the best of days. You were already so down from something he didn't know. You wouldn't tell him - you never told him what would make you upset or angry, and in a way, Peter found it cute. He was so captured by the thought of you, that it didn't matter if you were sad or angry at anything, including at him.

"Hey sunshine." he murmured, walking close behind you after he caught sight of you outside. You barely spared him a glance before moving your attention back ahead of you. He sighed - not at the fact you were upset, but at the beauty of you.

"Stop Parker. I'm not your sunshine." he heard you speak back. He didn't really pay much mind to what you said, instead he focused on the way your voice flowed out, like music.

"I need to tell you something special." he replied, eyes glowing in excitement, needing to get his feelings known to you.

"I don't wanna hear it." he ignored that - well, sort of. He just skipped past it, chuckling at how pretty you looked when you walked. You were always pretty to him.

"You're a really incredible friend. But there's more to that - you're so sweet and beautiful - and I think you're basically the definition of perfection. I think about how you have those special kind eyes, and the way you smile - goodness, I can go on about that forever. But, sunshine, will you give me a chance? Can we go out on a date?" his words tumbled and stumbled, voice croaking and breaking, but he pushed through it. If he was strong enough to fight an avenger, he was strong enough to confess to you.

"No. You don't listen to anything I say, even if I ask you to stop, you don't listen." it wasn't even a moment after Peter stopped speaking that you replied. And of course, he admired you so much still as you spoke.

The way your lips were shinny with that gloss you always put on, and the way your voice was so beautiful. He loved you so much.

"You're my true soulmate. Always, I feel so honored to be here with you, you're almost like a goddess. You’re like one! In my eyes. I really love you, so much." again, he practically repeated what goes through his mind all the time.

"I know you won't listen, but no. I'm just like a shell to you; the types you pick up on the beach and take home to stare at all day. You don't care that there was something living in that shell; you just care about what it looks like."

Peter didn't want to process what you said.

He just continued to smile and blush and follow you around.

He felt like he could only exist if you were there, so he would keep trying, no matter what.

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imbackhome

8 months ago

if there's one thing i've been really hammering into my head and continually keep reminding myself of, it's the fact that

i am pure consciousness.

that's it. i'm not this person, this body, this mind. i'm not really even human.

i’ve already lived millions of lives. i am right now living infinite lives in infinite bodies in infinite worlds.

i'm literally pure consciousness simply experiencing things through this vessel, this body, this mind, this person.

and i can choose to not do that anymore.

i can choose to release this experience and leave it behind. i can choose to experience another life, another world, another reality.

because i am pure consciousness.

it is literally my purpose and my right.

so whenever i do disappear from tumblr and stop my ramblings and that day is probably not that far, this is where my mindset has been lately.

and these are the affirmations that have been running on repeat in my mind for the past week or two:

i'm pure consciousness.

i'm a master at shifting. i've already shifted millions of times, i just forgot. i'm god, so of course i'm a master at shifting. anything else doesn't even make any sense.

i already shifted. i'm literally in storybrooke right now.

i don't have to worry about anything, cause i already shifted. if i close my eyes and take a breath, i'm literally sitting at granny's right now, holding a warm cup of coffee.

i already shifted. i'm pure consciousness and time isn't fucking real.

i already shifted. i'm in storybrooke, right now.

i've also had to kind of make peace with the fact that it's okay to just want to go. and not come back. cause i don't have anything left in me to give, to this current experience. like i'm just... complete.

and that is okay. like it's just fully okay to give up on what doesn't serve you anymore. doesn't mean anything about me. i'm still god.

i allow myself to shift. i give myself permission to choose another experience for myself.

i love myself enough to release myself from this old life. i love myself enough to let go of this and allow myself to experience peace, joy, abundance, friendship, family, love, all things good... in another reality.

i've been sleeping poorly in the past few nights and while i've had some extremely vivid dreams, i haven't been lucid or visited the astral at all.

which i just choose to take as a sign that something within me knows that i'm fucking ready and that the next time i do get into those spaces i'm doing it. it's like this whole new level of determination and trust and knowing that it is going to work cause i'm going to fucking make it work. and quite honestly, i'm not even giving myself any other option at this point.

three excellent posts that i'd recommend to anyone:

https://www.tumblr.com/vanessafaron/757336060178071552?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/pinkktraveler/761921701374246912?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sweetmodel/761532258292252672?source=share

i also listen to subliminals throughout the day. i'm currently testing this out: https://www.tumblr.com/bibismovingcastle/762398182854492160?source=share

AND during the day i just do robotic affirming. my current experience isn't the greatest so i just need the mindlessness of affirming to keep my mind from exploding lol. i'm a master shifter. i already shifted.

does anyone else have anything to share, any updates, anything? tell me tell me, tell everyone.

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imbackhome

3 years ago

THIS WAS AMAZING!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

i guess i'm in love

summary : she's everything he wants but didn't think he'd find.

pairing : peter parker x reader

warnings : language, small mention of anxiety and overthinking.

author's note : based on 'I GUESS I'M IN LOVE' by clinton kane <3 my first song fic enjoy my highnesses

masterlist

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oh, i'm obsessed with the way you're head is laying on my chest.

how you love the things i hate about myself and no one know, but with you, i see hope again.

"i love your freckles."

"yeah?", peter parker asked as he laid in bed with his love, "i hate them."

"what?", y/n y/l/n asked incredulously as she moved her head from his chest which made him whine but she ignored him, "no, i love them. they make you look so pretty."

"first of all, rude if you to leave the position we were in," peter said as he pulled y/n to lay her head head on his chest again, "and second, i don't know, i just kinda not like them, i guess."

"well you should 'cause i love 'em," y/n said as she placed a small kiss on his nose and lips and snuggled closer to him.

peter smiled to himself as he looked at her. he loved her. god, he loved her.

when everything was kinda gone to shit and he didn't know what to do, she made him see hope again.

if was only fair, that peter made sure that she was knew what she did to him.

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oh, i'm a mess when i overthink the little things in my head.

you always seem to help me catch my breath but then i lose it again, when i look at you, that's the end.

"hey, hey, peter," y/n said as she stood in front of him, at a safe distance as to not suffocate him, "it's okay, you're okay. i'm here, if you need me."

peter had his head in his head, looking down as the letters from the colleges he applied to came back.

y/n knew that he thought that he wouldn't get in. peter always underestimated his own abilities but she knew that she was gonna get in.

and even if he didn't, which y/n was sure wouldn't happen, she'd still b proud of him.

"it's okay," y/n said, still not touching him without his consent, " i'll go and wait in the living room, if you wanna open them alone. i'll be a holler away, pete."

peter's head snapped up as he looked at her in panic.

"no, no," he panicked as he held her hand and pulled her to sit beside him, "i can't do this without you."

"alright, alright," y/n consoled as she handed him his first letter, "i'm right here, whenever you're ready."

peter looked at her and his breath got caught up in his throat but not because of his anxiety or nerves, but because of her. after two years of dating, he still was in awe of her.

he smiled at her with a watery smile but picking up his envelope.

her boyfriend took a deep breathe as he opened the letter from mit. with shaking hands, he pulled out the paper and began to read it and by the time he was done, his hands were shaking uncontrollably and his eyes were brimming with tears.

"i got in, holy fuck, I GOT IN!" peter shouted as he tacked his girlfriend into a hug, both of them falling back onto his bed.

"god, i can't believe it, can you believe it?"

she could, she really could.

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and why do i get so nervous when i look into your eyes, butterflies can't stop me from falling for you and darling this is more than anything i've felt before.

you're everything i want but didn't think i'd find, someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak but i know now i found the one i love.

peter felt nervous as he looked at her sitting across from him on the other side of the couch.

he couldn't believe that he still got nervous after years of being with her. the butterflies still surrounded him everytime she smiled at him and he couldn't believe that he was hers.

he was still falling for y/n everyday.

he never felt like this before. he never felt so, so many emotions all at once. now, as he sat with his love, he felt so many things and it was driving him insane but in a good way.

he always wanted something like this but never, in a million years, he would've thought he'd find it. he'd find a love so strong and pure that he'd find it hard to believe.

after many failed relationships, he finally understood why they never worked out. 'cause she was waiting for him.

he was meant to be with her and he was so thankful for her.

"hey, darling, you good?", peter snapped out oh his thoughts as he looked at y/n before nodding.

"yeah, i'm amazing. just in love with you."

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and i love the way you can never find the right things to say and you can't sit still an hour in a day.

i'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough.

"i'm sorry!" y/n exclaimed as peter laughed his head off in a coffee shop, "what was i supposed to say? 'i'm that paige died, i'm sure that she was a wonderful gold fish for the eight hours you had her'?"

"that's exactly what you were supposed to say," peter said as he calmed down a little bit, "not just tell the little boy that it's just a goldfish."

"well, i'm sorry that i was teaching him the cruel truth of life," y/n grumbled as she shifted in her seat, "can we go now?"

"sure, 'the cruel truth of life'," peter said as he stood up and picked up her bad while y/n went and paid for the coffee.

the two walked away, side to side, hands held as the silence between them soon filled with laughter and smiles.

"what if we ran away?", peter couldn't help but let the words slip away from his mouth, "just the two of us. somewhere far from here."

y/n looked at him, smiled. she was surprised at herself, wondering why the fuck was she even considering running away but as she looked at her boyfriend, all her doubts went away.

she knew he was not entirely serious about the idea, but if he was, without a moment's hesitation, she would've said yes.

"we could," y/n agreed as they watched the sunset, "it'd be just the two of us."

"just the two of us, that's all we'd ever need."

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and why do i get so nervous when i look into your eyes, butterflies can't stop me from falling for you and darling this is more than anything i've felt before.

you're everything i want but didn't think i'd find, someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak but i know now i found the one i love.

peter was nervous, once again.

he knew it was a big step in their relationship but he was not proposing. not yet.

he was almost hundred percent sure that she'd said yes but he was still preparing in case if she said no.

"hey, love."

peter felt his nerves vanish and butterflies in his stomach at he looked at y/n walking towards him.

he couldn't help but let the smile slip into his face and he pulled her closer to him and bright her into a kiss.

"woah, you look so beautiful," y/n complimented him as she hand his hand, "i feel lik i'm underdressed compared to you."

"no, you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen in my entire life."

y/n smiled bashfully as she looked down. after so much time, she still didn't know how to take compliments.

"you sounded nervous over the phone,NIS everything okay?", y/n questioned as they took their place at the table reserved for them.

"yeah, just wanted to ask you something," pyer said as he drank some water.

"yeah, go ahead," y/n said as she looked at him, giving him her undivided attention.

"okay, so, we're both going to mit in a couple months, right,?" peter said as he played with the tablecloth.

"yeah."

"yes, so i was thinking," peter emphasised on the last word, "that maybe, we should move in together in an apartment near the campus."

peter closed his eyes as he waited for y/n to react.

"peter...," oh, no. that probably wasn't a good sign.

"i'd love nothing more than that."

"wait really?!"

"yes, of course," y/n laughed as she looked at peter, "did you think i'd say no."

"no, just was nervous, i guess it."

"i love you, pete," she assured him, "i'd love to move in with you."

"i love you."

and he really did love her.

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come close, let me be home for anything, good or bad, i know it's worth it, oh-woah, and darling this is more than anything i've felt before.

you're everything i want but didn't think i'd find, someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak but i know now i found the one i love.

"honey, i'm home!"

"in here, darling."

life was good. for peter parker and for y/n y/l/n.

after moving in, the two quickly adapted into college life and living with eachother.

it was like they were almost married but not quite yet. though peter planned to change that after graduation.

"how was boy's night out with ned?", y/n questioned as she hugged him and kissed before moving to lay on the sofa, peter following suit.

"it was amazing, we built lego and watched star wars and are hot dogs and brownies," peter said as he laid his head on her shoulder, "we had fun."

"i'm glad you did," y/n said, "movie night? with more brownies and pizza?"

"you know me so well."

"i'll be back in a bit."

peter watched as she came back with all the stuff after five minutes and laid back beside him.

"okay, so...," she scrolled through netflix before settling for 'clueless', "there."

"you know, we watched it last week," peter complained but still decided to watch it, just 'cause he loved her.

and she laughed at certain scenes, peter looked at her and wondered what he did to deserve someone like her. to be loved by someone like her.

and in the end, he found the one he was looking for. the one he loved.

i know now i found the one i love.

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imbackhome

3 years ago

I LOVE THIS 😍😍😍😍

Love (Sweet Love)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter makes sure, everyday, he shows you how much he loves you.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, suggestive, swearing, cute boyfriend!Peter.

A/N: In honor of Little Mix's song Love (Sweet Love) coming out yesterday, I decided to write this fic. Yes I know this song is about showing yourself love, but the title fit this fic so leave me alone :). Enjoy!

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"Aww Peter you didn't!" You squeal when you see your boyfriend at your door holding a bag of your favorite food from Chick-fil-A. He smiled then entered your house, as he did he engulfed you in a big hug. He made sure to kiss your forehead before walking over to the table and getting your food out.

You had texted Peter about an hour ago saying you were hungry and probably going to make some soup for lunch. Him being the awesome boyfriend he is, he went to your favorite place to eat and grabbed some food for you.

"I told you I was going to make something. You didn't have to do this." You walk behind him and wrap your arms around his torso and placed your chin on his shoulder.

"I was not about to let you eat soup for lunch. You don't even like soup." He says chuckling.

"But-"

"No buts, I love you and care about you, so that's why I did this." He explains turning around in your arms. He pulls you into another hug before you guys dig in.

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You had just gotten home from school. Peter was already at your house, your guessing your mom let him in. As you walk in you throw your bag on the ground, extremely hard. Peter hears this and jerks his head that way. You walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, really hard.

Peter walked to the kitchen and saw you leaning on the counter, sipping from a coke, and looking angry.

"What's wrong, Princess?" He asks cautiously walking over to you.

"Nothing" you mumble out not even looking his direction.

"Well obviously something is wrong" Peter gets closer and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"Talk to me" you look into his eyes and see he genuinely wants to know what's wrong.

"Mary Jane" you groan.

"What about her?" Peter tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear with his free hand.

"I heard her and a few other girls in the bathroom talking about me....and you" You explain looking down at your feet.

"Well what were they saying?" Peter asks

"They we're saying that 'You're to good for me' and 'A unattractive, dumb, whore', like me doesn't deserve you." Tears start forming in your eyes. Peter feels anger bubbling up inside him. How could those girls say something like that? You're not unattractive, you're gorgeous. In fact you're hotter than Mary Jane. You're not dumb either, you're top of your class, and your sure as hell not a whore. The point is you're perfect, in Peter's eyes at least.

"Hey baby look at me" Peter says lifting your chin with his finger. Your teary eyes meet his soft loving ones.

"You are gorgeous, and smart, and just perfect. If anyone ever says otherwise they're dumb assholes. I love you and nothing can change that, okay?" He says. You smile and nod.

It didn't take long for Peter to cup your cheek and pull you into a passionate, love filled, kiss.

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"Where are we going, Peter?" You ask. Your boyfriend is covering your eyes and guiding you to a surprise he had for you.

"Almost there.....okay now keep your eyes closed until I say so okay?" He directs. You nod and giggle a little. He removes his hands from your eyes and walks off somewhere.

"Alright open your eyes"

You open your eyes and see your boyfriend standing on a dock, decorated with fairy lights. In the corner of the dock you see a little bluetooth speaker. In the middle, Peter is holding out his hand signaling for you to join.

"Peter...this is beautiful" you gush walking over and taking his hand.

"Not as beautiful as you" he replies, cute smile plastered on his face.

He pulls you closer and rest his free hand on your waist. Your free hand falls to his shoulder. Peter let's go of your waist to grab his phone from his pocket and start the music. His hand goes back to your waist and you start swaying to the music. Peter put on "Say you won't let go" by James Arthur. Your heads rest against each other as you peacefully dance on the dock.

"I'm so in love with you, and I hope you know. Darling your love is more than worths it's weight in gold" Peter sings, looking into your eyes and smiling.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips then keeps dancing.

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You were sitting in the cafeteria with your friends Peter, Ned, and Gwen. Peter has his arm around your shoulder and you're sipping on a Capri sun.

"You guys are so cute, but I have a question?" Gwen states.

"Shoot" Peter says taking a bite of his pizza.

"Have you guys fucked yet?" She asks nonchalantly. Peter chokes on his Pizza and you pat his back to help him out.

"I'm sorry?" You ask

"Have you two had sex yet" Ned elaborates.

"Well....yeah but....once" Peter says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why only once?" Gwen questions.

"Well because I respect Y/N and if she doesn't want to we don't have to."

"I never said I didn't want to" you mumble looking at your food. Peter looks down at you but doesn't say anything.

"Oh that's understandable then, I wish someone loved me like Peter lives you Y/N/N" Gwen gushes.

Peter erases his dirty thoughts and smiles. He kisses your temple then goes back to eating.

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Finally. The day everyone at your school has been waiting for. Graduation. You were so excited. You'd finally be out of school, that is until college, but that is going to be different from this hell hole.

The actual ceremony took way too long, but in the end it was worth it. You got to sit next to Peter and Gwen so it wasn't too bad.

As usual when they announced that the class of 2025 had graduated, you and the rest of the graduates, threw your caps in the air. You laughed and hugged Gwen. You turned around to hug Peter, but you didn't see him at first.

You looked down to see Peter on one knee and holding a box with a ring in it. You feel tears start to fill your eyes. Peter is smiling and took your hand in his free one.

"I love you Y/N. Will you marry me?" Peter asks, nervous look on his face.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You gush. He quickly got up and hugged you. He picked you up a little and spun you around.

Everyone was clapping and cheering. You didn't see but, Gwen was behind you taking pictures.

Peter is amazing, he completes you. Words can't describe how much love, sweet love, you have for him.

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©️ spideymix 2021

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imbackhome

2 years ago

THIS WAS AMAZING 🤩

hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i req a peter parker x stark!reader who r also bffs (with feelings 4 eachother) where both of them have this little game they like to play with eachother where they make up like insane conversations and the other has to follow along until they get tired ?? like “oh you look fine even though you got stabbed by an alien yesterday” “u dont look too shabby for someone who had to give birth to a baby” IDK like anything u want but they didnt know that their conversations were getting overheard by the other avengers and once the avengers come together and talk about it they’re like wait.. why the fuck does it sound like [] have two children at home and are secretly married IDK ANYTHING U WANT BUT AS CRAZY AS POSSIBLE i love crack fics

TYSM <33

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i've been putting this off bc i love the idea and want it to be perfect so i stayed up late last night and in my delirious haze i came up with some dialogue prompts and i woke up this morning and found it in my notes so here's the beaut! i lowkey love it thank you 🦜 !!

the game

peter parker x stark! reader

summary: at first, you and peter were like "let's see who can uphold the most ridiculous conversations," but bro... you don't think the sexual tension is a joke anymore, and neither do the other avengers.

w/c: 3.1k

notes: crack crack crack, fluff, swearing, many sexual innuendos (and also just jokes about sex outright) and swears (c'mon it's me), mentions of abortions and roe v wade in a humorous context, murder, cannibalism, and foot fetishes in a humorous context, one "ur mom" joke, if it sounds crazy that's because it is crazy and i think u should just read it already

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you and peter’s friendship was anything but normal. well, you supposed, nothing could ever be normal for the two of us. peter’s an arachnid abomination and i’m the daughter of an egotistical billionaire who cosplays as a flying suit.

there were two ways in which your relationship was unusual. one: the practically nonexistent line between platonic and romantic, which everybody just always had to point out. the two of you had always been a bit touchy-feely—to be fair, mostly with each other, but were you really to blame? you were stuck in a tower full of traumatized assassins, spies, and people in metal suits; it wasn’t like there was any good cuddling options around. peter was a self-described “nerd and loser,” so girls weren’t exactly lining up to cuddle with him either.

two: you had a game going on (if it could even be called that). peter had a hard time transitioning into an “official” member of the team, so you, being the coolest and closest to his age, tasked yourself with the responsibility of being his friend.

what started as making up nonsensical greetings or coming up with more and more obscure versions of “see ‘ya later, alligator” had spiraled into a competition of who could keep the most ridiculous conversations going.

you were sitting beside natasha at the kitchen bar, the two of you nursing copious amounts of black coffee and sporting dark eye bags. (so maybe karaoke with katy and shang-chi on a wednesday night wasn’t the greatest idea you’d ever had.)

peter took a double-take as he made his way towards the fridge, looking perfectly refreshed and wide awake.

“lookin’ good!” peter clicked his tongue at you in greeting, smirking at the scowl on your face. he knew you would’ve flipped him off had you not been holding your drink.

“thanks,” you drawled sarcastically. “i’ve been trying this new diy skincare routine, where you use curdled breastmilk as a face mask for 20 minutes. it’s really helping with my dark circles.”

natasha, the woman who was never caught off guard, was caught off guard.

peter hummed thoughtfully as he poured himself a glass of milk, which he was now losing his appetite for. “20 minutes seems pretty short, don’t ‘cha think? i keep my menstrual blood mask on for at least 35 minutes.”

you scoffed, taking a large swig of your coffee and wincing at its bitterness. “yeah, well you should probably do it for longer. i can see your premature wrinkles forming from here.”

peter slipped into the seat beside you and smiled in greeting to natasha, whose eyes were bleary and unfocused. peter turned to shove his face close to yours.

“hm, maybe you should try juice cleansing. your skin is looking awfully dull today, unlike mine, which is dewey and radiant.”

you rolled your eyes. “sure, dude. look at your birdnest for hair.” you tangled your fingers through his mess of curls and scratched his scalp. peter couldn’t hide the content groan that slipped from his mouth.

“if my skin is dull, your hair is practically straw. unlike mine, which is easy, breezy, beautiful: covergirl.” you made a big show of preening your bedhead.

natasha made gagging noises. “alright, you two are disgusting. in more ways than one. can you please stop, because i’m so hungover right now and i will not hesitate to aim my projectile vomit onto one of your faces.”

you and peter looked at each other with big grins. peter shot finger guns at natasha. “eyy, that’s the spirit!”

you and peter found it especially funny to start these sorts of conversations in front of steve and bucky. not only were the two perplexed by modern lingo, they were also the most gullible two people on the team, which made them easy targets.

bucky and steve exchanged testosterone-fuelled jabs at each other in the sparring ring as you tied your shoelaces as peter sprayed his face with water. the two of you listened to the grunts of exertion and the various gruff noises that filled the air to appease the two supersoldiers’ masculinities.

you sighed, stretching your sore arms. you and peter had been fooling around with the gym equipment for an hour now, waiting for bucky and steve’s match to finish (and it didn’t look like either of them planned on backing down anytime soon). with a final tug on your shoelaces, you looked up at peter curiously, who blushed at your wide, innocent eyes. or perhaps he was just red from the exercise.

“you smell really good,” you commented, bumping your shoulder against his. “what cologne do you use?”

peter paused to consider his response. “it’s… my au naturale body odor. it’s cruelty free and uh, vegan.”

“that’s so earth conscious of you!” you gushed, running a warm hand up and down peter’s arm. though he was sweaty, gross, and overheated, he shivered at your touch.

“y-yeah. i haven’t showered in three weeks. it really enhances the… musky base notes of the scent. it’s very masculine,” he nodded as if he knew what he was talking about.

“well, it’s very aromatic. i like it.” you patted peter’s bicep definitively, jumping to your feet as you bent in half to stretch out your limbs. peter stared at your ass toned calves, and thought that he should work on his legs as well.

“oh hey, it looks like bucky and steve are done!” you pointed at the two heaving supersoldiers, who had stopped fighting altogether so they could stare at you and peter.

bucky mouthed “what the fuck?” to steve. steve mouthed “language” back.

peter was busy scrawling illegible physics notes as he, tony, and bruce watched planet earth intently. bruce was busy jabbering away at the “incredible biological discoveries” that david attenborough was narrating, and tony was absentmindedly filing his nails while occasionally poking peter in the back with his toe to correct him on a mistake he’d written.

“hey dad. bruce.” you caught sight of peter’s unmistakable form, hunched over the glass coffee table with papers scattered haphazardly across the surface and a bulletpoint pen between his teeth tha you found very seductive endearing.

“hey peter!” you squeaked. “it’s- uh, fancy seeing you here!” you blurted, cheeks heating as peter turned to you with his cute stupid fucking glasses.

“hey,” he raised his eyebrows. “you come here often?” peter purred lowly.

you gulped, unsure as to why he was bothering you so much today. maybe your period had come early.

“no, actually. i was stopping by to meet my real estate agent here; i’m loving this property,” you played along, tucking yourself into peter’s side.

“ah, well, they’re not here at the moment. i think they got stopped at security—something about smuggling exotic animals. but i could be your tour guide, if you want? i’m very… thorough.” peter waggled his eyebrows.

david attenborough began discussing whale mating habits.

“oh, are you now?” you challenged, biting your lip smugly as you watched peter began to stutter.

“y-yes, i am. and, as a matter of fact,” peter turned to pull something from his pocket. he presented you with a microfiber cloth. “i’m such a gentleman, i’ll even clean you up after.”

peter’s head was suddenly slammed into the glass table. tony had rammed his foot (not just the toes) against peter’s curls.

“stop sexing up my daughter, spiderling. i’ll take out your suit’s built-in heater.”

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, mr. stark,” peter sputtered.

you giggled at his immediate change in attitude. leaning in, you murmured into his ear. “me, you, my bedroom, nine pm. i’d like that thorough tour.”

neither of you were sure if the offer was genuine.

sam had invited the team to a backyard party with his family, but not without warning everybody to watch their language around the kids. (it was an empty threat; everyone knew sam would be the first to slip up.)

you were “chatting” with a little kid; in other words, nodding along as they infodumped about cretaceous period with surprising expertise for a 5 year old.

you felt a poke in your side and screamed embarrassingly loudly. peter stared at you for a second, cheeks puffing and lips pinching together, before he burst into laughter. spit went flying all over your face.

“ew, you nasty! eugh,” you made a big deal of it. looking at the kid, you pointed at peter. “c’mon, let’s attack him! like a… brachiosaurus!”

the kid looked at you disdainfully. “the brachiosaurus was a herbivore, idiot. and it lived during the jurassic era, not the cretaceous period.”

your jaw dropped at the child’s betrayal. the mini-paleontologist toddled away, leaving you and peter dumbfounded.

“i sure missed a lot,” peter gaped.

“i- apparently, yeah.” you tucked your head into peter’s shoulder, fiddling with your empty plate. conversation buzzed steadily around you, but you and peter only cared about each other.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching as sam teased his sister and as wanda was unsuccessfully trying to teach bucky how to use a pair of tongs. (bucky insisted that his vibranium hand could do the same job.)

“so, how many of those things have you eaten?” peter pointed his chin towards your empty plate.

“uh, approximately four.”

peter nodded approvingly. “four’s pretty good. you still hungry though? i could go for some food right now.”

you smiled evilly, untangling yourself from peter. “oh petie… i’m always hungry. i was skeptical at first, but damn, do these barbeque grilled fetuses hit. they’re gluten free, i think.”

you stood up and yelled over the table to sam. “hey, are these things gluten free?” you pointed to where wanda and bucky were tussling over the grill.

sam looked at you incredulously. “no?”

you turned back to peter. “well, you heard the man. at least they’re ethically sourced, though. better eat up quick, before roe v. wade gets overturned. fuck scotus.”

“yeah, fuck scotus. i’m all for womens’ sexual liberation. anyway, once you’re done, can you fuck me too?” peter deadpanned.

you choked. “oh, wow. you got me that time. i concede. i-”

“so, what’ja do for your art project?” you and peter were entwined on a common area armchair, you resting casually on peter’s lap with one hand pressed to his chest and peter’s arms pulling you even closer to his body.

“i made a collage of my feet pics.”

“huh.” you nuzzled your nose into the collar of peter’s shirt, taking a deep inhale of his cologne (his actual cologne, not his au naturale body odor). “for free?”

“what?” peter, much like everybody else in the room (who were all clearly listening but pretending not to.)

“i mean, you’re showing your feet pics for free? you’re spiderman, pete. you could charge so much for them. here, you can use my onlyfans account.” you began to pull out your phone.

“DAUGHTER?” tony roared from the couch diagonal to the two of you. whoops.

“…father?”

“can somebody tell me why my pure, uncorrupted, virtuous daughter is in the lap of a hormonal, horny teenage boy? god knows what the white sticky stuff actually is…” tony cursed under his breath. “and would somebody like to explain why the words onlyfans, peter parker, and feet pics are being used in the same sentence and coming out of my daughter’s mouth?”

you cringed at all the innuendos (intentional and unintentional) that tony had just dropped in front of nearly the entire team.

bruce choked on the sandwich he was eagerly chowing into. natasha choked on air. wanda was biting back a mischievous smile and steve looked like he was about to faint.

bucky leaned over to sam and loudly whispered, “what’s an onlyfans?”

friday rolled around, which meant it was time for the avengers’ weekly family bonding event. this week, it was movie night. wanda and natasha were clapping enthusiastically as sam and bucky danced along to the jingle bell rock winter talent show performance, which meant you and peter could snuggle up to each other and converse freely without fear of being overheard.

peter’s head was in your lap, and you were mindlessly scratching and tugging at his curls as you smiled at your teammates’ antics. even from this odd, unflattering angle, peter couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. the television screen illuminated your face and made your eyes sparkle more than they usually did. and he had the perfect view of your lips—so soft, sensual, always containing such happiness, always begging to be kissed…

“hey bug?” you looked down at peter, smiling softly with the look you seemed to only reserve for him.

“hi,” peter whispered breathlessly, heart racing at the nickname. the corners of his eyes crinkled in the way that seemed to be only reserved for you.

“uh, this might be a- a little forward, but what are your weekend plans, ‘cause-”

“homicide.”

“excuse me?” you squinted at peter.

“you heard me. this weekend, i plan on committing homicide.”

you sniffed, a little disappointed in where the conversation had gone but willing to play along nevertheless.

“that’s it?”

“what do you mean, that’s it? what are you doing?”

you smirked deviously. “UR MOM!” you burst into a fit of giggles that peter found adorable, so he couldn’t stop himself from laughing with you.

“my mom- my mom’s dead!” he said through cackles.

the two of you looked at each other and only laughed harder, garnering the attention of the rest of the team.

wanda opened her mouth to speak, but tony was too quick.

“alright, this has been going on for too long. peter, off of my daughter. daughter, off from… underneath the kid.” he cursed. “god, that sounds so wrong.”

“what?” you questioned, genuinely confused at what the issue was.

peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a warm pink crawling up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

“what? the problem is, you two are discussing matricide in front of a team of superheroes, not to mention practically dry-humping each other in a public space! not that it would be acceptable in a private space, but you get what i mean,” tony gritted.

“while we’re at it, can we talk about how your daughter has a stash of breast milk? and peter has menstrual blood? where do you even get the menstrual blood, peter?” natasha shook her head before gasping in horror. “it’s not- it’s not hers, is it?”

you waved your hands. “no, ew, gross! on the plus side, if it were hypothetically mine, that would mean i’m not pregnant.”

tony glared at you, finger in the air pointing shakily at your chest.

“okay, am i the only person who’s worried about the murder bit? because i’m pretty sure the kids were talking about cannibalizing dead fetuses at the party i threw last weekend—”

tony shrieked. “excuse me? you just said you weren’t pregnant, missy. where are you getting the fetuses from?”

“i said, hypothetically, but anyway-”

tony slapped himself in the face a few times. “god, this is why we need to stock up on condoms around here. do you guys even have sex ed in school? i don’t care if the two of you,” he waved a finger between you and peter, “are doing the deed—wait no, i do—but please tell me you’ve had the banana demonstration.”

“tony, i think the kids are quite a nice couple,” steve chimed in bravely. tony spun around and gave him a withering glare, but the supersoldier didn’t back down. “i said what i said. well, peter should definitely shower more, three weeks is criminally disgusting, but other than that, they’re good for each other.”

wanda nodded seriously. “i can hear both of them thinking about jumping each others’ bones every time i see them together. it’s kind of annoying, actually. so if you just let them fuck, my mind would greatly appreciate that.”

bruce sighed. “the sexual tension is so obvious that david attenborough doesn’t even need to narrate it for me to identify it. it’s like when those two whales were mating…”

tony dragged his hands down his face, overwhelmed. you and peter’s hands had found their way closer to each other, despite your bodies being a modest distance apart, and your pinkies intertwined reassuringly.

“care to explain?” tony waved his hands around. “the sexual tension bit? the cannibalism? the feet fetishes? just… anything?”

“it was a joke, i swear, mr. stark!” peter jabbered desperately. “it’s… a game we play. where we try and come up with the most ridiculous conversations and then just keep it going.”

you nodded furiously. “right! and i’m totally the winner. none of it was real. plus, friday would have alerted you if i ever made an onlyfans account.”

tony stroked his chin contemplatively. “so, the sexual tension bit? that was also a joke?”

peter opened his mouth, “ye-”

you opened your mouth, “no!”

the two of you gaped at each other.

“what we mean to say is, no, it’s not a joke! yes, there is… sexual tension.” you widened your eyes at peter pleadingly.

tony mumbled angrily to himself, pacing the room as the avengers watched the live-action reality tv unfold before them.

“is there really sexual tension between is?” peter hissed at you.

“uh, yeah. unless you were being serious about wanting to thoroughly fuck me and also fuck me after i went through the entire supreme court, then no, that would just be flat-out sexual.”

peter pursed his lips. “right, okay then. you’re right. there is sexual tension between us.”

you mock pouted. “so you’re saying you don’t want to thoroughly fuck me?”

peter turned bright red just as tony turned to the two of you, who had gotten much closer to each other in the time that he’d been worrying.

“gross! i’m getting secondhand cooties. whatever, you guys go have a play date or something. just… please be more classy than cady and aaron, dear god. the teenage foolery in this movie is actually-” tony shuddered, unable to express himself with words.

“i’m still interested in the property, y’know?” you whispered.

“well then, can i extend another real estate tour offer?”

“absolutely. and i will gladly take you up on that offer.”

you took peter’s hand, the two of you giggling madly as you raced and slipped down the hall towards your bedroom. you heard tony groaning and whining from the common room before he shouted, “keep it pg-13 in there!”

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imbackhome

3 years ago

😍😍😍😍😍

The Real Peter Parker

summary: Peter recalls the first time he really noticed you; when you defended him in class.

warnings: none

notes: fluff

word count: 925 words

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Peter had forgotten the exact moment he had laid eyes on you for the very first time. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t remember how you had met or the first time he saw you. However, he remembered the first time he really noticed you.

It was in English. Your class was having a discussion about literature and morals. How morals were ever changing and specific to a person, and how that was demonstrated through poetry, plays and novels. The conversation had somehow turned into a debate about Spider-Man, following the recent events of the BLIP.

You almost always kept your head down in class. Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but because you knew you couldn’t change people’s opinions or minds or move them in a way that stories did for you.

“Spider-Man doesn’t have morals. His motives are clearly extrinsic. He probably gets paid millions everyday.” Elysse, a pretty, red-head with the most flawless skin you had seen on a teenager before, stated confidently.

“Yeah, and laid millions too.” Flash snickered, causing an eruption of laughter in the class.

Peter rolled his eyes. He’d heard all this twenty times over, but it never bothered him any less. Part of him wishes he could just tell everyone, “No! I’m actually really broke and have never even had a girlfriend before, let alone a sexual one.” But he knew he couldn’t. So, instead, he dropped his chin in his hand and tried to zone out of the conversation.

“So, you think Spider-Man is Spider-Man because of the fame, the money and the power, and not because he wants to help people?” Mr. Mathis stroked his non-existent beard, looking around the classroom. “Anyone disagree?”

The classroom was silent for a long moment. A moment so long, Peter thought it was all over and he could finally pay attention. He was slowly getting used to people not really defending him.

“I disagree.”

It was a voice he had honestly never heard before. He knew he’d remember it if he had. Every pair of eyes in the room, including his own, latched onto a girl in the far corner of the room, whose face was beginning to brighten in the cutest way.

Peter could feel his jaw on the floor, but he did nothing to pick it up.

Peter thought he knew the definition of beautiful, but seeing you for the first time, it took on a whole new meaning. He suddenly couldn’t find a way to describe those Y/E/C eyes, or the Y/H/C hair that cascaded down your back and the loose curls that framed your face.

He was staring at you for so long, he almost missed you talking.

“Don’t you think if he only wanted fame and power, people would actually know who he is? Yeah, sure, he’s really famous. Everybody knows Spider-Man, it’s a household name. But nobody knows who’s under that. What does Spider-Man do when he’s not saving people? He takes off his mask, and he goes home. Probably to his average home, his average life and his average family, knowing no matter what he does, or who he saves, he’ll still just be an average man.”

Peter felt his heart twist so gloriously that it was painful. He’d never heard anyone defend him like that, someone that wasn’t Ned. He lifted his hand to grasp at his trembling heart, and in that exact moment, your eyes met his, and something shifted between you. You were noticing him for the first time too. It was like you were staring into him, like you could see his struggle between two worlds.

It was too much for Peter. He’d felt so vulnerable and fragile in that moment that he had to look away, just as Flash opened his big mouth again.

“An average man with more money and power than the Queen.” He tried a joke again, but this time no one laughed, they were all too infatuated with you.

Peter closed his eyes in pure annoyance and second-hand embarrassment for Flash for a few seconds, before he turned to face you again, but this time your eyes were locked on Flash.

“Don’t you get it, Flash? Spider-Man is at a loss. He works his ass off to help people, and he will never get the thanks he deserves. He gets no real recognition, no appreciation, nothing. That is a person with morals. Someone who does the most important work, but continues to go unnoticed. He doesn’t help people because he wants something from them, he helps people because it’s the right thing to do.

Peter couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. Watching you speak so passionately was mesmerizing. He’d never felt so understood, so seen before in his life - by someone who probably didn’t even know his name. It gave him hope. If one person could see the good in him, surely others could too.

The teacher just started talking again, but Peter interrupted him.

“I agree with her.” He stuck his hand proudly in the air, that cheesy grin plastered on his face.

You locked eyes with him again, and the smallest of smiles grew on your face, making Peter’s grow impossibly bigger.

He turned back around, smiling to himself and still feeling your eyes on him. He would ask you what your name was after class. He wanted to get to know you, just as much as he wanted you to know the real him.

And he did.

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A/N:

this is my first ever imagine posted on tumblr, and honestly, the first I’ve ever posted. if you enjoyed this, please let me know, I’d be happy to do any requests :)

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imbackhome

2 years ago

Yes we all need him in our lives 😩

Dating Peter Parker headcanons...

-This boy is such boyfriend material

-I mean just look at this cute bean

-Him swinging through your window with a box of pizza and DVDs when you say you want a movie night

-Because let's be real, movie nights are totally a thing with him

-Peter brags that he has all your favorite snacks memorized and will always buy you some when you’re having a tough day

-In reality he just has an ongoing list in his phone of your favorites, but he will never admit to it

-This bean is a great cuddler don't even fight me on this

-His chest is the best place to lay your head and he wiLL NOT move if you fall asleep on him

-He makes sure his baby stays comfortable

-Peter is the best hugger

-he loves when you play with his hair

-He won’t even deny it, he full on whines like a baby if you stop

-”Why’d you stopppp??”

-”It’s been three hours!!”

-Peter is not afraid to show you off and wants you to be with him in every social event so he can introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone

-he’s not afraid to point you out anytime he sees you

-Honestly, Ned can spot you out in a crowd better than anyone else just cause of him

-”That’s my GIRLFRIEND”

-”Peter, wE KNOW”

-Peter coming over to help you study and finding it cute when you get frustrated

-He just stares at you with amusement and gets sidetracked by your beauty

-My god, there would be so many compliments from this boy

-”You’re adorable”

-”Your hair is magnificent today”

-”That shirt looks great on you!”

-”Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

-He gets so flustered if it’s reversed though

-”Peter, you’re so cute”

-”I-I’m, what are you- what?! I didn’t even do anything!”

-You stealing his hoodies

-It didn’t take him long to figure out where they were disappearing to since you wore them to school

-He thinks they look great on you and encourages you to wear them when out

-The Spiderman secret wasn’t kept from you for long

-maybe two months tops and that was just because you were both really busy and didn’t see each other a lot

-But when the relationship started getting more serious he just blurted it out one day

-You weren’t that shocked, saying you had suspected something while you two were friends

-He was so relieved it didn’t change anything

-Him walking you home from school so he “Can protect you from anything”

-But literally nothing ever happens

-Except that one time there was this bee

-Long story short it almost stung you but he saved you

-Peter won’t ever let you live that down and constantly uses that as an excuse to walk you anywhere

-Not that you mind

-You two building lego sets together

-staying up late to talk about whatever comes to mind

-Peter will always help you carry stuff in the hallway at school

-Sometimes he will just carry all your books and backpacks to your next class while you talk to him about your morning

-This boy rambles a lot, but he loves to listen to you talk

-He tunes everything else out to make sure that he doesn’t miss anything you say

-Because this boy will bring it up later to just show you he was listening

-He’s shy when it comes to PDA because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so you make the first move for everything

-But in private he is always kissing you and has his hand on your thigh or back or hand or anywhere

-He has to be careful when you two are making out or doing the naughty because you both forget how strong he actually is with his spidey powers and ends up bruising your hips or pulling your hair too hard

-Needless to say he will never forgive himself when this happens

-There’s lots of sweet pampering from him after that even though you tell him repeatedly that you’re fine

-He’s the one that says “I love you” First

-And he won’t let you forget it

-He says it all the time during the most random moments

-This boy is lowkey clinging and will give you all the attention you want if it means he gets to spend time with you

-Peter Parker is just all around a great boyfriend and we all need someone like him in our lives <3

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