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I NEED HELP
so i want to write, but i have absolutely no idea of what to write about. here's when you guys enter:
any tropes/prompts you'd like to see me try to write and eventually fail at it?
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Tobey!Peter: Now, what do we say when something doesn't go as we planned?
Tom!Peter: We say 'it is what it is' and cry.
Tobey!Peter: nO-
Andrew!Peter, dramatically singing: This is not what I want, this is nOT WHAT I PLANNED
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Tom!Peter: So I'm sitting there...
Andrew!Peter: Barbecue sauce on my tiddies...
Tobey!Peter: ...
Tobey!Peter: Yeah I don't think I can stay here.
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Aunt May: Just what on Earth do you think you're doing, young man?
Peter, his cheeks full of cookies: What do you mean?
Aunt May: Why are you eating cookies before dinner? Tony's just finishing it.
Peter, grabbing more cookies: Dinner before dessert is a social construct that I, as a thinking adult, choose to ignore.
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Tony: Oh my God, kid, are you hurt?
Peter, glowing yellow: Look, Mr. Stark! I fell on top of a barrel and now I'm glowy!
Tony: We need to get you to a hospital-
Peter: So damn cool, Karen, please play 'Toxic' by Britney Spears
Tony:
Karen: Sure thing, Peter.
Tony: Jesus-
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Peter: Will he be okay?
Steve: Yeah, it was just a loose tooth. He's drugged, though.
Bucky, full-on yelling: IF YOU'RE DEADLY AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS
Natasha, chuckling: [Claps hands] God I need a camera
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Peter, to Ned: So, anyways, Sam is bitch, move incarnate, and Bucky is move, i'm gay incarnate.
Sam, completely oblivious to what it means: I-what?
Bucky, from across the room, having been taught about this by both teenagers already: Now THAT'S A GOOD ONE.
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Peter, impressed: how long have they been at it?
Bruce: Around two hours now. I think Valkyrie and Thor are about to give up.
Steve, drinking water: They'll do, you know it, I know it, even Tony knows it.
[Thor shakes his head, Valkyrie looks about ready to throw up].
Peter, still impressed: H-how?
Bucky, breaking the empty bottle and high fiving Natasha: It's the Russian. The Russian is stronger than alcohol.
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that's why y'all should stan this king, he's really coming for andrew's old ass
meanwhile, over on twitter seb roché has gone absolutely feral
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Peter, completely pissed off: BULLSHIT. I CAN'T BELIEVE I WATCH THIS SHIT.
Steve: Is he...?
Peter, more pissed off: LIKE. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM.
May: Oh shit, it's Thursday, I forgot.
Peter, a vein on his neck about to pop: FUCKING HELL I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
Steve: What's... what's on Thursdays?
Peter, before closing his bedroom door: WHY MY GAY? JUST WHY IN GENERAL.
Tony: His favorite show.
Peter, from inside his bedroom: IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME I'LL BE SETTING THE HEADQUARTERS ON FUCKING FIRE.
Steve: And that happens...?
May: Every Thursday.
Peter, from outside the building: THEY JUST KEEP KILLING MY GAYS.
Tony: I'll go avoid a potential lawsuit for property damage.
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Peter: So what if he wins again?
Steve: We suck it up, I guess.
Bucky, cleaning his favorite shotgun: Not my first president, won't be my last.
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Bucky: Hey man, can I borrow your wings? I'm dressing up as you.
Sam, almost crying: Wait- you're really dressing up as Falcon?
Bucky: No I'm dressing up as a clown.
Sam: You fucking know what-
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Tony: Why- why was the fucking house on FUCKING FIRE?
Peter: [Looks to the other side of the street]
Harley: [Pretends to be passed out]
Bucky, nonchalantly: There was a spider on the kitchen. Shit happens.
Tony, about to pass out: DID IT WORK?
Bucky, pointing at the bushes: It went over there so if you are that nice-
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Clint: They need me, these fuckers, they lost last time because I was away at fucking Missouri.
Tony: Uh, not really.
Steve: We were divided.
Natasha: Everyone fucked up.
Thor: And we didn't apologise properly.
Bruce: That's why we lost.
Clint, leaning over, whispering: They need me, they just won't admit it.
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Peter, nervous: Mr. Stark, can I bring a pet to the tower?
Tony: Yeah, sure. Is it a cat? A dog?
Peter, as the elevator opens: IT'S A SEAL.
Steve: HOW did you get it?
Tony, almost having a heart attack: He brought a goddamn seal, AND YOU'RE CONCERNED AS TO HOW HE GOT IT?
Peter: ...his name is Sherman tho.
Tony: I fucking give up.
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Peter, just about to cry: No I can't go out patrolling tonight, I have a ton of homework due this Friday, so don't worry aunt May.
May: ...didn't you tell me about three of these two weeks ago?
Peter: ...Look I'm under a hell lot of pressure and you're actually making it worse. Thank you, now I'll go back to procrastinating due to stress.
[Proceeds to drop himself on the couch with a bag of Cheetos].
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Peter: Hey, Mr. Stark, can I call one of your lawyers?
Tony, spitting his coffee: Who did you kill? Are you in trouble?
Peter: Nah, I just want a refund. I was promised a fun life and so far it has been shit.
Tony: I... let's go meet God, I want a refund too.
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