#wallcrawlingpeter

[betteroffdeadpool]

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Send ™ and my muse will do a poor imitation of yours. | Accepting (Please send me this omg)

@wallcrawlingpeter

It’s 5 AM in New York, and all is quiet.... quiet for New York at least. A shadow creeps through Avengers tower, a crimson shadow.

He’s lucky, usually Stark is still awake at this time but he got caught watching Wheel of Fortune episodes and all that excitement tuckered the old man out early.

Slowly, the door to Stark’s bedroom creeps open, and between the shadows we see him. Spider-Pool. Or, you know, something that isn’t two red dorks making out. Which would be a fine thing to sneak into Stark’s room if this was an ‘adult’ ask prompt, but it isn’t and I’m just trying to set a dramatic mood so fuck off! It’s just Deadpool sneaking in, okay? I’m not writing Spidey-Pool-Stark porn right now! You know Wade would want to play with Starks chest hole and my soul can not handle that!

Anyway, Deadpool sneaks into Starks bedroom muttering a slow ‘thwip’ with each step closer to his bed.

“Thwiip. Thwiip. Thwiiip.”

“Bang!”

Wade shouted, just in case the actual ‘bang’ from the bucket slamming against Stark’s head wasn’t loud enough for his licking. Which it wasn’t, it’s a pretty light bucket.

“Stop hitting on my aunt.”

And with that, Deadpool ran to the window and jumped, cracking his skull against the thick skyscraper glass. He then found the Stark landing pad and jumped off that instead, which sounds like a better plan until you realize that the ‘poor’ part of his poor imitation is that Wade had silly string instead of actual webs.

[wxbsofhxnor]

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“Stop right ther- What the heck!?”

[prodxgaliron-archived]

REDRAW; So I jumped all the way back to the origins of this blog to find an old drawing I believe I did for @wallcrawlingpeter and lemme tell you did I cringe looking back. Like- I started roleplaying between 14/15 and it was terrrible. The fact I used Megan Fox as an FC for a while should explain enough, but thank god to growing up, character development, and mild harassment.  Thank you @wallcrawlingpeter for tolerating my bad writing all these years and Ilana’s undeveloped terribleness. I love you bruh.

[prodxgaliron-archived]

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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Because Ilana’s always raiding Peters closet it's no surprise when their clothes get a bit mixed up. Needless to say, Peter looks pretty great in Jeggings.

Ilana’s always been honest with Peter, however, there are the darker things she can’t face telling him solely because while everyone has had changed perspective she doesn’t want the same effect to happen with him.

Ilana will always provide bail-out for Peter whenever necessary, and vice versa

When they’re not out in their respective ‘hero’ biz, they’ve suit swapped for fun in private. The Spandex is “ -like a CONFIDENCE MACHINE, I FEEL SO FLEXY”

[spider-adjacent-blog]

@wallcrawlingpeter continuing from : @__@

The younger spider hero frowned at the sarcasm, still holding back the coughing and feeling his chest cave in with every breath he made as if the fire’s smoke was still in him. Following Peter to the close alleyway and feeling the air around them cool down as they enter the shadows, he felt a strange comfort knowing they were away from prying eyes and feeling less expose with half his face out as he wheezed.

“I’m pretty sure it’s from the smoke.” Mile frowned, sitting down with his back against the wall and watched the other climb the wall with ease and then looking at the water bottle at his face before grabbing it. “Thanks man.” He forced a smile out and took a sip, feeling the warm liquid rush down his throat but soothing the irritating feeling from the black smoke he inhaled before but still a cough was taking over as he almost choked on the water but covered his mouth before it can spray Peter. 

“Shit.” When was the healing factor going to kick in? The mixed teen looked at the other with a frown, “Sorry, I should have thought of a better plan than running straight into a building on fire.” He tried to joke, voice cracking just a bit into another cough but he held it back to take a sip of the water again. 

[eachburningday-archived]

@wallcrawlingpeter (it won’t let me tag you >< but dude I want this!)

Jean was sweating by the time that she reached the roof. She’d hoped it would help steady her breath but it was unfamiliar. This wasn’t her roof. She could still hear and feel the pulse of the party on the floors below hers. She’d just wanted to do her homework and now she was... panicking. She’d been having this fits more and more often. 

Jean ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. She was startled by another shadow on the roof. This had not been the best idea. She let out a gasp and tried to focus on the thoughts of the other--single them out among the panic-inducing din. The practice of focusing was comforting and once she was satisfied that his intentions were no different than hers, she walked over to the kid. Maybe she needed a distraction.

“Hi, escaping the party?” she asked a bit hesitantly. Her heart was pounding out of her chest even though she knew she was safe. She tried to plaster on a smile that didn’t give away how much she felt like she was dying. It felt odd and twisted so she let it go. “It’s so overwhelming and... it’s not like everyone signs up to be caught up in this,” Jean began to ramble, trying to stop herself.

[spider-adjacent-blog]

“You’re not going anywhere”

Send “You’re not going anywhere” for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their wrist.

@wallcrawlingpeter

Twisting himself to face Peter with a glare, but causes the other to be pulled against him as their hands moved behind Miles back. “Hey, let go!” With his free hand to push the other way from him, “Step off, man.”

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“I Dare You to give me an Iron Man suit.”

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"Sure, it'll be $38,000,000.”