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roleplayfinder · 1 year

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16+f here looking for anyone willing to do an ocxcanon TASM!Peter Parker rp with me! Currently looking for someone down the play Peter for my female oc! I have a small idea of what I want to do and would love to fully plot something out with you! No nsfw. I may be willing to do doubles depending on the character, I can rp over here or on discord and possibly a few other platforms if those dont work! give this a like and ill reach out to you!

#sixteen and over #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #ocxcanon #ocxcanon roleplay #ocxcanon rp #tasm #tasm roleplay #tasm rp

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 2 years

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Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

'They could be having sex'

You smile at Peter as you walk to the elevator. He seemingly forgets where he was going and gets in with you.

"My dad would kill you," you remind as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. A sigh escapes you as the doors open. Quickly acting like nothing happened, you both walk to your room.

He grabs your hand as you both walk. Carefully making sure your dad is busy, you pass your mom, Pepper.

"Dad's out?" You question.

She sighs before replying, "Yes, but he will kill the both of you," she points a finger at peter, making a red tint glow on his cheeks.

"We won't get caught," you affirm as she lets out an exaggerated sigh.

Peter opens the door for you as wou sit on the bed.

"I have stupid fucking calculus," you complain.

Peter sighs, "Well, we graduate high school soon," he reminds. Being 17 was the worst.

Expected to act like an adult, but treated like a child. To old for have the stuff you want to do and to young for the rest.

"Homework, yay," you say with far to much sarcasm. "we could say we forgot about it,"

"You're insane," Peter says as he pulls his homework out of his bag and plops onto your bed with it.

"I know, isn't it great?" You exclaim.

"Y/N. No," peter says. He then groans as you laugh manically.

Your dad, Tony Stark, walks in, "Hell no," and leaves.

Peter snorts at his response. Soon you are both writhing on the floor, laughing.

"They could be having sex," Pepper reminds him as the laughter echoes through the floor.

"They could be having sex," Tony repeats as you both cause him to lose his last thread of sanity.

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker roleplay #peter parker x reader #peter+parker+x+reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker x stark!reader #peter x stark!reader

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redroserites · 25 days

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multifandom rp search!

hello!! this is my first official post!! i'm rosie, i'm 18 and i use she/he pronouns! looking for a 17-20 roleplay partner!

preferences: i prefer to roleplay on discord (dm or like and ill give it to you). i'm fine with the following categories: mxm, fxf, fxm. i enjoy the following fandoms: stranger things (will byers, max, or nancy), young royals (wilhelm or simon), brooklyn 99 (amy santiago), avatar: the way of the water (neytiri), tlou (dina or oc x abby). spiderman (spider gwen, tasm gwen stacy, michelle jones, or an oc) i prefer for my characters to be around 17-19. i tend to write in the mature category.

(i also have ideas for roleplays that don't fall under any fandoms + i'm also fine with crossover plots; example: using stranger things characters with Brooklyn 99 plot)

if thats all fine, then feel free to interact (permission for me to dm) or DM me!! i am very active and I have no schedule of when i'm active (i am the chillest roleplayer you'll ever meet)

can't wait to talk to you!!

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midtownshope-a · 2 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 ; 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 , 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ?

[ indie , highly selective , gwen stacy from sony’s ‘ the amazing spider-man ! ' as saved by snap ! ] ©

#⦀⦁❀ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ❨ self promotion. ❩#briar really popped off with this one #gwen stacy rp #tasm rp #mcu rp #spiderman rp #ghost spider rp #marvel rp #marvel roleplay #multiverse rp #the amazing spiderman rp #indie 616 rp

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midtownshope · 2 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 ; 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 , 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ?

[ indie , highly selective , gwen stacy from sony’s ‘ the amazing spider-man ! ' as saved by snap ! ] ©

#⦀⦁❀ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ❨ self promotion. ❩#gwen stacy rp #mcu rp #tasm rp #mcurp #tasmrp #spider gwen rp #indie rp #spiderman rp #spider man rp #mcu roleplay #indie 616 rp #ghost spider rp #the amazing spiderman rp

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findroleplay · 9 months

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hello! 25+ writer ; she / they. est. fairly active ( a few times a week minimum, usually ). here's what i'm seeking: inuyasha: sesshomaru x kagome - i will happily play either. marvel: tony x stephen ; peter x mj ( mcu ) ; peter 3 x gwen ( tasm ) - muse preference is italicized dc: diana prince x bruce wayne ; harley quinn x the joker . - muse preference is italicized.

i write over discord only. if you're interested in any of these, like this post and i'll reach out to you.

#roleplay #rp #inuyasha rp #marvel rp #tasm rp #mcu rp #dc rp

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ultravioilence · 1 year

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HI HI I just watched tasm (I've been watching every spiderman movie in preperation for nwh's 1 year anniversary) and I'm CRAVING a tasm rp. sooo im looking for 18+ descriptive/literate writers who are interested in a 1×1 fxm rp where you write as peter parker (tasm) against an oc of mine!! (or felicia hardy or gwen stacy) we can discuss which one we'd prefer! I dont have many plots in mind, more intersted in a slice of life type thing, with fluff (!!! peter is such a fluffball) and angst and all that stuff, something we can both add onto and brainstorm about. you must be okay with smut, as I do enjoy incorporating it in most of my rps, but it certainly wont be the main plot of our roleplay! I roleplay on tumblr dms, telegram, and discord. (though I haven't a clue how to work it, so bear with me.) like this ONLY if you're interested and I'll message you!!

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fly-by-the-stxrs · 1 year

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RP Promo

Selective rp blog for Peter Parker from the Amazing Spider-Man movies/comics as well as a secondary muse based on the MCU Established 2022, currently open Sideblog of @golden-dxrkness so asks and messages will be sent from there

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ourblued · 1 year

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pspsps. let me write harry osborn against you.

#indie marvel rp #marvel roleplay #marvel rp #mcu rp #indie mcu rp #tasm rp #spider man rp #indie rp

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quobber · 1 year

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i have no idea if the tumblr rp community is still alive??? but. i am literally begging. does anyone want to rp gwen stacy and peter parker !!! preferably i would be gwen but i am also desperate and dont care

#roleplay #roleplay request #tasm #tasm2 #gwen stacy #peter parker #tasm!peter parker #tasm!gwen stacy #rp #rp request #petergwen #tasm 2

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thestorytoad · 3 months

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TASM!Peter Parker x OC Roleplay 18+ only (Literate/Novella)

Heya! Looking for someone interested in playing an OC against my Peter Parker. I love chatter on the side and making a friend alongside writing together! Headcanons, plotting, playlists, you name it, I love getting creative and invested :) I’m up for discussing details and plots we both like but would prefer all characters to be aged up to college age. I’ll leave below some additional info but if you’re interested send me a FM or like this post and I’ll get to ya!

18+ only! I am 22 and won’t write with someone underage as much as a love and appreciate y’all!

EST time zone is where I am, so if you’re far off we might now be a match

I am a working adult so my time can be limited but as long as I can I will chat and respond daily, and if anything occurs I’ll let you know and ask the same in return

NSFW can be discussed but I am up for it if we are both comfortable, though I don’t prefer it to be a focal point or to be extremely descriptive.

#peter parker #peter parker x oc #Peter Parker roleplay #spider man rp #team!peter Parker #roleplay finder #roleplay #tasm peter parker

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 2 years

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Peter Parker x Reader

'Revenge sucks'

Can be read solo epilogue to, 'Spider senses best used in the bedroom'

He is so cute when he sleeps. Peter has this cute little snore he does, and the way he keeps burying his head further into you chest.

Aunt may was out running errands and you and Peter were cuddling in his room.

It turned into more than.... cuddling. Revenge from last time you still remember having had shaky legs for hours on end.

Memories of last night flood your brain.

'You carefully palm his erection through his boxers. What had started as just making cuddles, had elevated.

"Sorry, I know you just wanted to cuddle it's fine," Peter says blushing.

That was not how it ended

"Fuck baby, you feel so good," he moans at the feeling of your throat on his dick.

You massage his balls, as he accidentally thrusts making you gag, "Sorry," you give him a thumbs up and swallow.

This makes him let out another string of profanities. "im- fuck- baby, gonna. Oh God cum," he whimpers.

He keeps his head leaned back as you start going faster. Bringing him down your neutral throat you hollow out your cheeks and swallow, his hit cum shoots down your throat.

After riding him through his high, you pull of and swallow

He lays on the bed panting.

"We can go back to cuddling or I can do you," he says out of breath

"Remember when you webbed me to the bed, it's revenge," you smirk knowing his spidey sense made it to where he got over welmed a lot quicker

His face goes red at your comment as you resume your position on your knees.'

"Morning," peter whiskers kissing your forehead.

You pout and kiss his lips, he whimpers whenever you shift and accidentally brush his dick.

"Still sore," you tease. "revenge sucks,"

"You didn't stop fucking me, like hours of you. I'm worn out," he yawns.

"I love you," you reply kissing him again.

"I love you to baby," he moves to lay on top of you trapping you so you were forced to lay down.

His intentions are clear whenever he closes his eyes again.

Spidey sense is best used in the bedroom.

#peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker smut #peter parker roleplay #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter+parker+x+reader #peter quill x reader #peter x stark!reader

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literaila · 2 years

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magnetic attraction

part one.

tasm!peter x fem!reader

summary: after a bad interaction with peter, your interaction with spider-man could not be any more chaotic.

warnings: ha. angst/fluff. and then. so much banter. too much banter.

a/n: to bob, who put on her spider-man mask and pretended to roleplay with me (also i don’t hate john green. the fault in our stars is good.)

"hey, what's the answer to number seven?"

here's the thing.

despite any and all efforts made to introduce peter into your life as an ex--because you broke up. that's a thing--he is anything but.

simple solution, you know.

avoid him.

follow the rules of break-ups. write yourself a checklist and make sure that there aren't any empty boxes left at the end of the day. no spaces to fill, no void to think about.

channel the resentment. fuel the anger, make yourself even madder, make him a bad guy so that maybe you won't miss him this much. block his number, forget any important thing that you know about him.

simple. easy. breathing is hard in comparison.

and still, you can't do any of it.

because you don't hate him. you really, really can't.

and the thing, you and peter have always been magnets.

even before any of it, you were drawn to each other.

when he pushed, you pulled. when you pushed--he grabbed on so tight you were worried about blood circulation.

you met him in chemistry, and after that, you met him everywhere else.

the grocery store and on campus and walking home from places that peter really shouldn't have been.

you met him and that was that.

you have always been lab partners. and you're not speaking to him enough--at all, because there are rules--to fix the issue. to ask to sit somewhere else.

to break this foundation with a sledgehammer.

and if there's a tiny part of you that just can't let go--erase a checkmark--then you ignore it. you don't want his warmth. you don't want to feel him laughing right next to you. you don't want to even know peter at all.

you don't--

"what?" you don't look over at him. it's an unspoken rule.

"number seven."

"it's--" you breathe in, steal a look at his paper. completely blank. "can't you see it?"

"what?" peter's voice is so soft, so quiet and unrelenting that you can barely hear it.

it blares like a siren in your ear.

"my paper. can't you see it? i can see yours."

"why are you looking at my paper?"

this might've been a joke, four weeks ago.

"peter."

he doesn't respond. pretends to write something down even though you both know that he was sleeping the whole class--until the teacher came over and asked him if he needed to see the nurse and peter responded with a polite smile which you definitely didn't stare at.

it's too quiet.

"here," you slide it over to him, just slightly, looking straight ahead at a poster of a skeleton. mandible, clavicle, sternum.

you wait.

"why didn't you just look over?" you ask him, maybe just because you have no sensibility left.

"it's cheating if i steal it off of your sheet."

"you're opposed to cheating now?"

you can practically hear his teeth grinding together, as sure as a drill to a nail.

you breathe in. fire moves down your stomach and back up. it doesn't take a genius to know that no matter how many deep breaths you take, the feeling isn't going to go away.

radius, ulna.

"nevermind," peter slides the paper back to you. he's got bruised knuckles.

"you don't know how to do any of this," you say to him, pushing it back.

he pushes, you pull.

you look back up. sacrum, patella.

"i got it."

"peter."

he is completely silent.

there are only unspoken words between the two of you.

"i got it, okay?" his voice is soft, but it's a snap. it's a rubber band, hitting back.

you both know it.

and so, your fingertips brush the edge of your paper, because if he doesn't want your help then you don't need to help him, and if he doesn't want to talk to you then it's even easier to cross 'silent treatment' off of the list.

it only takes him a moment to stop you. "sorry," he whispers.

and it's enough. because you're feeble. because you know him, even four weeks later.

you scribble over the list.

"will you help me with this one?"

you know that he doesn't need help. you know that you probably do.

still, you lean a little bit closer--making sure to keep a foot of distance at all times. "okay."

peter looks at you, a small smile on his face, and you forget to look away.

you forget all of the ground rules and fall off the edge of the earth.

you trip and run directly into him.

and you swallow, tasting the bile before you can push it down. you feel the fire, anger, like you've been trying to throw away.

"what--" you swallow again, try to take a deep breath without it being too noticeable. "you've got another bruise."

and a cut. and a yellowing face. and circles under his eyes that can almost compare with yours.

immediately peter looks away. he hides again.

you want to feel ashamed, you want to be guilty. but even still--fear isn't something that goes away with him.

and love, no matter how much you beg it, won't burn itself to the ground.

"doesn't matter," peter mutters, scribbling on his paper again. "do i need to divide or multiply--"

"peter."

he looks towards you, but he's staring at the wall.

"what happened?"

"i thought you didn't want any more excuses."

"that doesn't mean that i don't care, peter," you whisper it, but the words come out of your mouth like an attack.

peter's eyes meet yours, and you see a flash of something almost unrecognizable.

"actually," he swallows. his frown sends sparks down your core, leaving burn marks in their wake. "i thought that you didn't want to talk to me at all."

you struggle for words, you try to reach out and grab them but they're too far.

this is much more than a worksheet.

"that's what you said, right? that you didn't want to talk to me until i--"

"this isn't--that's not--" you're too close to him.

you're far too close. he's leaned in enough.

you can feel him.

and this, god, this is breaking every ground rule. this is unspoken and broken promises and your throat feels dry and your hands are clammy.

you've never not known how to talk to him.

peter scoffs, in the silence, into the expanse of the world and directly in your face. he throws back more than you could ever catch.

and his eyes are completely serious when he says "just leave me alone, y/n."

the bell rings, and peter gets up.

he's better at this than you are.

and later that night, you're still angry.

you're still completely fed up with reality, with being alone, with having to sit there in class and just pretend that it's all fine.

you accuse peter of lying, but between the two of you, the scales are only balanced.

maybe that's why you're standing on the roof of your apartment building.

a bad day, a couple of bad weeks. feelings that wrap themselves so tight around your throat that they keep you from breathing.

peter, and his smiles, and his eyes--because you know his eyes.

and you can pretend all you want that you've given him no room to be angry; that he has no right.

but you'd just be lying.

a particular brand of hypocrisy.

so maybe it's self-pity that leads you up the stairs. maybe it's loneliness.

regret, never. yearning, absolutely not.

you lie to yourself again and again and imagine that it's all some joke. you'll laugh eventually.

you don't want peter to come back.

you don't want to be afraid to look in his eyes, at his face. you don't want to expect him to come home late at night and have blood dripping down his face. you don't want to presume that everything he says--all the stupid promises he makes you--are only lies.

you don't want precedents.

and you really don't want to be alone.

so, the roof. the tiny little things to help you escape from the ever imminent reality.

peter isn't coming back. you don't want him to.

and still, talking to him earlier that day, being angry at him, getting him to snap at you.

it felt like relief.

it felt like a gasp of air, like drowning yourself for years and then finally deciding to swim up the surface. it felt like scrubbing the infection from your skin, finally, and finding a new layer of yourself underneath.

it felt like peter.

and you miss peter. you're not stupid enough to deny that.

and the book you'd been reading--because the roof is a substitute room--is missing.

you look under another box. push some spare trash around, hoping that maybe you'd just misplaced it.

you're doing this when you hear a crash just a couple of feet behind you.

a quick casual earthquake almost making you trip over the nearest box.

and when you spin around, still trying to catch your balance, you realize that you aren't alone.

maybe it's the man that crashed onto your roof--because it is yours--almost tackling you as he came down. he is two feet away from you.

just maybe.

you're frozen in shock for a moment, fingers reaching out to touch him--just to make sure that he's alive--but never getting quite close enough.

luckily for you, spider-man jumps up before you feel around your pockets for some spare courage.

"jesus," he says as if he didn't just almost kill you. he looks away, up at the sky, like he's expecting it to laugh back.

and you stare at him. unsure what to say.

what to be doing in a situation where a superhero has fallen onto your roof and ended the possibility of any quiet time.

how to feel when the man turns to look at you, frozen. how to feel when, after a moment, he merely waves a hand at you like he's a celebrity.

"what are you doing here?" the words fly out of your mouth, stupid and slightly scared.

"i--" he shakes his head. tilts his head like he's trying to get water out of his ear.

your brow furrows. your heart stutters off the edge of your ribs. "are you hurt?"

"fit as a fiddle."

you blink, trying to comprehend the words at the speed they come out.

you stare at him, then look up, then back to him. he's whistling, completely casual.

"you just fell onto my roof," you say, eyes wide.

spider-man takes a step away from you, shakes out his foot. "was it that obvious?"

"you..." you stare at him. he's taller than you are. long. breathing too hard. "you're spider-man."

"pleasure," he pretends to tip a hat at you. you ignore that, for his own dignity.

you feel your heart climb out from your body, telling you that it's going to take a break.

"where did you come from?" you look around, expecting a camera and crew to jump out from behind a box.

"a building," he says, so simply. "was trying something new."

"it didn't work."

spider-man looks at you again, head tilted. "ha."

"aren't you, like--" you swallow. "supposed to be nice? and uh, good at what you do? isn't there a superhero code to... not scare unsuspecting strangers?"

"i'm nice," he defends. "i'm spider-man," he reaches his hand out as if to introduce himself.

you stare. blink. try to shove the shock away from your system.

it doesn't work.

"i already said that."

"you can shake my hand anyway. tell your friends."

you blink. "what?"

"did i hit you?" he asks, very serious now. maybe concerned. he tries to take a step closer, maybe to look at you, but you move back.

a bit perturbed by this man being an inch away from your face.

"i'm okay."

he tsks. "that's not an answer."

"i'm pretty sure you didn't hit me," you revise, continuing to step back every time he gets any closer.

but he is much faster than you.

"pretty sure?"

"positive."

"really?"

you nod your head, very seriously. you analyze every little twitch of his limbs.

"because you don't seem okay," he says. he taps his temple. "you might've hit your head."

"i didn't fall."

he pauses, movement stopping. "maybe i hit my head."

"that would explain a lot," you say, the words coming out before you can stop them.

spider-man is still staring at you. you're pretty sure that you hear him laugh--but you're also certifiably insane, so who really knows?

he waits a moment, like he's searching for something, and then bends down.

when he straightens, he's got something in his hands. "this yours?"

you swallow. squint and try to see it clearly. "yeah," you say, "that's-that's my book."

and in that brief moment, you begin to wonder if you're just imagining all of this.

spider-man turns it around in his hands, looking at it very closely. "the fault in our stars?"

you nod.

"you're reading this?"

you nod again.

"seriously?" his voice goes up with his words, a bit disbelieving.

you furrow your brows, cross your arms. "what's wrong with that?"

"it's just... oh, you know, the worst."

"you've read it?"

"no."

you wait for him to elaborate. he does not.

"then how would you know that it's bad?" you ask, not believing that you're actually having this conversation.

that spider-man is judging your book choices. and that he fell onto your roof and still hasn't apologized for almost killing you.

maybe you did die.

"do you get out a lot?" spider-man asks you like you're a weird little hermit bothering him on his night out. like he hasn't just made you question every single concrete thing you thought you knew.

"what does that have to do with anything?" minute by minute, your scowl gets harder.

spider-man doesn't answer, merely nods his head as if your response gave him everything he needed to know.

"what?" you demand, trying to grab the book from his hands.

spider-man laughs. it's a small chuckle amidst the wind. he's got a deep voice. "i think it's a part of my civic duty to keep this away from you."

"i've never heard about you being an asshole in the news," you mumble, trying again to grab the book from his hands.

"what was that?" spider-man asks, leaning his ear towards you comically.

you give up. stare at him for a moment.

any emotions you feel in this exact moment have no name.

"for a superhero," you tell him, face void of anything, "you're not very super."

"what a nice thing to say," he brings his hand to his chest, mock-appreciative.

you glare. "can i have my book back?"

"for a civilian," he says, sing-songing just enough to make it noticeable, "you're not very civil."

you almost, almost groan. you almost, almost laugh. "why are you here?" you demand, again, irritation climbing up your spine.

why you're his designated target is unclear.

"don't you have better things to be doing than annoying random girls on rooves?"

he pretends to consider it. "not really, no."

"there are no cats to save from trees?"

and really, you don't mean to joke. you don't mean to let the smile slip.

"you're funny," spider-man says, leaning back against the ledge of the roof. "why are you here?"

"i live here."

"pretty sure that door says 'do not enter.'"

"you can't see that far," you tell him, trying to look back. you, of course, already know what it says.

"i actually can."

you cross your arms again. raise a brow. "how?"

he taps his head like it's an answer.

you stare. insist on being as stubborn and unwelcoming as possible.

"you know, if you don't answer my question i might be forced to alert the authorities," spider-man pretends to look down at his nails--which, as far as you can see--are non-existent.

"really?" you deadpan. "a masked vigilante, threatening to call the cops on me? for sitting on a roof?"

spider-man waves a hand. his ankles are crossed. "please. they love me."

"i can't see how."

he raises his hands in defense. "wow. after all i've done for you..."

"like almost murdering me?"

"like saving you from a friday night alone."

you frown.

his words are a gentle reminder. a gentle push over the edge of this roof.

"can i have my book back?" you ask, serious now.

"are you going to answer the question?"

you imagine that he's blinking at you. you imagine pushing him off of the building.

"it was loud in my apartment. it's nice out here."

"your family?" he inquires.

you shake your head. "just... loud in my head, i guess. whatever. i needed a change of scenery."

"and to read the fault in our stars."

you glare at him.

"i'm honestly saving you," he says. "you should be thanking me."

you try to grab it from him again. "thank you for stealing my book?"

at that point, he sits on it. your jaw drops but he ignores it.

instead, he shrugs, so nonchalant. "just looking out for you."

you sigh. drop your head in your hands and then look back up. "yeah. okay. can i have it now?"

"how much did you spend on this?"

"what?"

spider-man tilts his head. it seems like he's teasing you but you honestly can't tell.

"i didn't. we had it."

spider-man clasps his hands together, a professional psychologist. "so you, before the concussion, just happened to spot this on a bookshelf and decided to read it?"

"i don't have a concussion," you stare at him, squinting. "and yes."

"are you an avid romance reader?"

you blink. tilt your head. "i don't understand the question."

he nods. "so, no. i mean, obviously. no person with any sort of knowledge, or sense would--"

"hey!"

he shrugs again. "i'm just saying."

"okay, then, spider-man," you cross your arms again. "what would you suggest?"

"maybe finding a real boyfriend. or girlfriend."

you scoff, a little bit shocked.

somehow, you've relaxed. adrenaline has brought you here and dropped you off, kissing you goodbye.

spider-man is an idiot. and a jerk.

"what are you implying?"

"that you don't have a significant other," he scratches his neck. "i thought that was obvious."

you glare at him. "and you do?"

he pauses. raises a finger in the air like he's got something to say. stutters. drops his hand.

you smile, smugly. "exactly."

"yeah, okay, but i get out," he copies your stance, staring.

"when you're crashing into buildings, maybe."

he rests his chin on his hand. "ever heard of a coffee shop?" he asks you. "great place to meet people. or the subway? an abandoned church? the park?"

"nope. don't recall," you respond, dryly.

"this is new york," he gestures around him like he's making a point. like he's got any point at all. "there are tons of people."

"and yet, you're still alone."

spider-man scoffs. "i have better things to do. responsibilities."

"then how come you've been sitting on my roof for half an hour?"

"i'm helping you, obviously."

"how do you know that i don't have better things to do, too?" you shrug. "maybe i'm a superhero."

"no superhero would read john green in their spare time. we have standards."

"i find that hard to believe," you look him up and down, making note of spandex.

he balks--or, at least, seems to. "you are not making me want to give it back."

"please," you flutter your eyelashes, smiling. "i'll even cancel my subscription to the daily bugle."

he scoffs again, beginning to say something when there's a crash from below the two of you.

another earthquake. another superhero falling onto a roof.

spider-man leans over the ledge, looking down at the city below. then back to you, posture changed. maybe a little bit tenser.

"just for that comment, i'm leaving," he says, but his voice is easygoing, calm.

you don't think you want to know what's going on under your feet.

you reach out to grab the book from him--to forget about this entire night, especially the possibility that it might have improved your mood. minimally.

but in the blink of an eye, he's gone.

and there's no evidence that he was ever there. not even a book.

you run towards the edge, worried that he fell, that he just stole your book, or that you really are going crazy.

and you see him, swinging away with one hand.

book in the other.

you turn around, groaning.

think about performing a citizen's arrest.

when you climb into bed that night, you try to ignore it.

realities. sitting on a roof in the cold of the night for no reason. feelings that have faded away, if only to leave a mark.

you try and try to forget about the entire day.

about peter and his resentment, his lies, his excuses, and how tired he looked.

spider-man, who despite all else, made you laugh. at least once.

that lingering feeling tucks you in.

concern and worry and fear all morphed into something else. something like doubt. something like you can't feel your own heart. like you have no idea whose skin this is.

a bug crawling on the ceiling, keeping you awake.

when you fall asleep, it's to that feeling.

part three.

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findroleplay · 2 years

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HELLOOO! looking for 18+ literate writers who are interested in a 1×1 fxm rp where you write as peter parker (tasm) against either an oc of mine. (or felicia hardy or gwen stacy) we can discuss which one we'd prefer! I dont have many plots in mind, more intersted in a slice of life type thing, with fluff (!!! peter is such a fluffball) and angst and all that stuff, something we can both add onto and brainstorm about. you must be okay with smut, but it certainly wont be the main plot of our roleplay! I roleplay on tumblr dms and telegram. like this ONLY if you're interested and I'll message you!!

#mxf rp #roleplay #rp #tasm rp #oc rp

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inhcritance · 2 months

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ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSES:

Harry Osborn (this one)

TASM Harry Osborn

Lahabrea (FFXIV)

Young Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

Tiana Toomes (Marvel)

WANT TO WRITE:

Insomniac Peter Parker

Kaine Parker

Bucky Barnes

Dion (FFXVI)

HAVE WRITTEN: (In no particular order)

Ravus Nox Fleuret (FFXV)

Marluxia/Lauriam (KH)

Terra (KH)

Foreteller Invi (KH)

Ienzo (KH)

Apprentice Xehanort (KH)

Regulus Black (HP)

Salazar Slytherin (HP)

Reeve Tuesti (FFVII)

Azem (FFXIV)

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

Ravus, Lauriam, Apprentice Nort, Reeve, many of my FFXIV OCs... mostly everyone that is not from HP.

tagged by; @drummingncise

tagging; Steal it from me :3

#(( out of character ))#(( dash shenanigans ))

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