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Person A: Fuck you!

Person B: When and where?😉

Person A: No, seriously! FUCK YOU!

person B: Yeah, and I said WHEN and fucking WHERE!!

Person A: NEVER! And NOWHERE!

Person B: So,... my room my room in ten?

Person A: ...

person B: ..?

Person A: Fuck it, yes!

Jack and Ianto maybee?~

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Okay y'all I have major writers block so drop me a promt or even just a word and the characters you'd like to be in it. Ships or not. 🙃

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Me, on Earth:

Hmm late night doodle from yesterday. Don’t love the colors or the outfit but I think the hair is nice.

so airplanes officially banned tweezers. honestly i think anyone that can hijack an airplane with a pair of tweezers deserves the airplane

Life Changes (Ch 2)

Peter looked at the napkin in his hand in shock. He couldn’t believe Tony Stark had given him his number. Of course it could be fake. But what if if it wasn’t? But then again, why would Tony Stark, world famous brain surgeon, be interested in him of all people? He sighs softly and carefully folds it before putting in his pocket. He looks up as Ned came towards him.

“Did you just get flowers and hit on by Tony Stark?” He gaped.

“I...think so? I don’t know.’ “You’re gonna see him again right?”

“I don’t know! Maybe?”

“Dude you have to! No one gets flowers from Tony Stark. You should call him.”

Peter flushes brightly. “You think so?”

“Duh! Come on, maybe he wants a private performance?” Ned waggles his eyebrows.

“I-” Peter snapped his eyes up from the flower he had been looking at. “You think so? But why?”

“Dude just call him.”

“Well I can’t tonight. He just left. I think something happened at the hospital. He got paged.” Peter shrugged. “He’s got more important things to do than hang around me.”

“Don’t talk down on yourself like that. I’ll smack you.” Ned says, slight thumping the side of Peter’s head. Peter swats his hand away.

“Sorry sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won't happen again.” Ned nods. “Now come on. Director wants a team meeting.”

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Tony sighs softly, leaning against the wall. He was exhausted. His patient hard coded and needed emergency surgery. This is what happens when he missed work. Thankfully they managed to save the man, but the surgery took four hours and Tony was running on half an hour of sleep and a Red Bull. He musters a smile as he makes his way to the patient’s family.

“Doctor Stark.” A frazzled looking black haired woman calls. “How is he? Jermey? Is he okay?”

“Jeremy is just fine. He is sleeping now. We had quite the scare with internal bleeding but we caught it and fixed it.” Tony smile is a little more real now as the woman’s face broke into tears of relief.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She moves forward and hugs him. Tony, used to this reaction, hugs her back.

“It’s my pleasure.” He whispers. He lets her hug him until she lets go and he pats her arm. “Have a good night.” He smiles once more before heading to an oncall room and collapsing on one of the beds. He pulls out his phone and checks his messages.

Received Unknown Number: Hi. This is Peter. I’m not sure if this is really your number or not and if it’s not, I completely understand. It’s not a good idea to give your number to random strangers at fancy parties…….Anyway. I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful and I’m glad you enjoyed the show.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He looks at the time. Half past three AM.

Sent Unknown Number: I’m glad you liked them. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful person. I hope to see you again soon. Either on stage or in a more private setting.

After sending the text, Tony saved the number to his contacts. He didn't expect an answer, as it was so late. He instead pulls up youtube and puts Peter’s name in the search bar. A list of videos popped up and he clicked the first one. It looked like an audition video. Peter was dancing around with a huge smile on his face and singing “Lay Your Love on Me”. He was dancing around with a girl who was pretty cute, with a pixie like face. The whole performance screamed sexy. But that was the nature of the song after all. The video was interrupted by his phone buzzing with a new text message.

Received Peter: That would be nice. I’m free tomorrow...well today technically, if you are.

Tony reads the message with a smile. He pauses the video and switches over.

Sent Peter: What are you still doing up young man?

The reply came less than a minute later.

Received Peter: I couldn’t sleep and I am getting ready for my next audition. And besides, I’m 25. I’m not a ‘young man’. What are you doing up?

Tony laughs, laying on his back.

Sent Peter: You care a kid compared to me. I just got out of a surgery. What are you working on?

Received Peter: How old are you? The same one that made you leave earlier?

Sent Peter: I’m 50. And yes. It was a pretty long surgery. What are you working on? Can I hear?

Received Peter: Do you really want to? Don’t you need sleep?

Sent Peter: I’m fine. Don’t you?

Received Peter: Sleep isn’t coming again.

Tony smiled sympathetically. He got that.

Sent Peter: Can I hear what you’re working on?

Received Peter: Sure but can I call you? The recording doesn’t do it justice. Neither does over the phone but it is better than an mp3.

Instead of answering, Tony called him. Peter answers on the first ring.

“Hello again.” Tony smiles.

“You sound dead on your feet.”

“It’s nice to hear you too.” Tony couldn’t help laugh. “I’m not on my feet if that makes you feel better. I’m laying down in an oncall room.”

“Are you on call?”

“Not any more. Don’t worry. So what are you working on?”

“Well I'm trying to figure what song to audition with in two days.”

“Well tell me about the part you’re going for and maybe we can figure it out together.”

“Well I was looking at playing William Shakespeare in Something Rotten”

“Shakespeare?”

“Yeah. See the musical is a parody of sorts. It’s about this guy, Nick Bottom who is writing the first ever musical and he and Shakespeare are rivals.”

“Alright. Tell me about this Shakespeare character.”

“In a few words, he’s a cocky asshole.” Peter says bluntly. Tony laughs at this.

 Tony’s laugh sounds musical to Peter’s ears. He smiles and tucks his legs under him as he settles on his bed.

“It’s true!” Peter laughs himself. “I need a song that shows that I’m better than everyone.”

“What about “Vehicle” by Ides of March?”

“Hm...maybe.”

“Well let me hear one of Shakespeare’s songs and we can compare it.”

“Okay hold on.” Peter gets up and goes to his laptop, pulling up the karoke of the song ‘Hard to Be The Bard’ and starting it. He dances around a little as he waits his entrance.

“My days are so busy it's making me dizzy There's so much I gotta do There's lunches and meetings and poetry readings And endless interviews Gotta pose for a portrait and how I deplore Sitting there for eternity Then it's off to the inn where my innkeeper friend Wants to name a drink after me Then it's back to my room, where I resume My attempt to write a hit Just me and my beer and the terrible fear That I might be losing it And it's hard It's hard It's really, really hard So very very hard I make it look easy but honey, believe me It's hard It's hard It's so Incredibly hard So inconceivably, unbelievably hard It's hard to be the bard] Honestly, I don't know how I do it. There's only so much of me to go around I've got so many fans with so many demands I can hardly go take a piss Be it theater freak or the autograph-seeker They all want a piece of this It's a cross that I bear, I'm like Jesus, I swear It's a burden but I suffer through it It's all part of the game, the trappings of fame But somebody's gotta do it And I know, I know, I gotta go And get back to my pen and ink Oh don't make me do it Don't make me go through it Can somebody get me a drink? 'Cause it's hard Cause it's hard It's hard It's really really hard It's sexy but it's hard This bar that I'm raising To be this amazing! It's hard It's hard It's so Annoyingly hard So unavoidably, un-enjoyably hard It's hard to be the bard, baby Ugh. I know writing made me famous, but being famous is just so much more fun. You see... What people just don't understand Is that writing's demanding It's mentally challenging and it's a bore It's such a chore To sit in a room by yourself Oh my god, I just hate it! And you're trying to find an opening line Or a brilliant idea and you're pacing the floor And hoping for just a bit of divine intervention That one little nugget, that one little spark Then Eureka! You find it, you're ready to start So now you can write, right? Wrong! You're not even close, you remember that damn it Your play's gotta be in iambic pentameter! So you write down a word but it's not the right word So you try a new word but you hate the new word And you need a good word but you can't find the word Oh where is it, what is it, what is it, where is it? Blah-blah-blah, ha ha, ah-ah -UGHHHHHHH!-” Peter stops to take a breath and hears Tony cracking up.

“That is amazing!” Tony takes a breath. “The song. Its beautiful. I already love the character.”

Peter smiles widely. “Yeah?”

“I definitely need to go see this now. I really hope you get this part.”

Peter feels a little swell of pride.

“Can you do ‘Vehicle’ next? I’m sure it’s perfect I just want to hear it in your voice.”

Peter flushes a little. “Yeah sure. Hold on.” He types into the search bar and spins around in his chair as he waits. He nearly falls off his chair when the trumpet line blares through the speakers.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I’m good. Just a little spooked-” He cuts off as the words start and he starts to sing along.

“God damn kind. You’re voice is angelic.” Tony says with a groan.

Peter blushes brightly again and looks down at the phone in his hand.

“Thank you Dr. Stark."

“Tony.”

“What?”

“My name is Tony.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“I get off at six. Wanna grab dinner?”

“That sounds like fun.”

“Great. I’ll see you there.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Can I make one more request?”

“Sure.” Peter says, stretching out and popping his joints.

“Sing me to sleep?”

Peter nearly dropped his phone. Tony Stark wanted him to sing him to sleep?!?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it’s a weird request-”

“I’d love to sing you to sleep.” Peter smiles and makes his way back to his own bed. He thinks for a moment before starting to sing ‘A Lullaby for a Stormy Night’. It didn’t take long for Tony to fall asleep and Peter was out soon after.

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Lol this was my gf with Voltron

me to my significant other: you should watch this show

s/o: yeah maybe

me: let me rephrase that, if you value this relationship-

Cha Cha Slide

Cupid Shuffle

Friends in low places

Songs that never fail to make white people beyond turnt

 Don’t Stop Believing 

Bohemian Rhapsody 

Living On A Prayer 

Come On Eileen 

Sweet Caroline 

Shot Through the Heart 

Pour Some Sugar on Me 

Sweet Home Alabama 

Under Pressure 

Shook Me All Night Long 

Ice Ice Baby 

Cotton Eyed Joe

500 Miles

Wonderwall 

Buddy Holly 

A Thousand Miles 

Teenage Dirtbag 

Red Solo Cup 

Mr Brightside 

Never Gonna Give You Up 

Eye of the Tiger 

Chicken Fried 

American Pie 

I Love Rock and Roll 

Dancing Queen 

Don’t You Want Me

We Will Rock You 

The Time Warp 

Hey Jude 

Piano Man

This Is How We Do It

Drops of Jupiter 

Hey Soul Sister

In The End 

All The Small Things 

Stacy’s Mom 

Kryptonite 

All Star 

You Found Me

Bad Day 

Bring Me To Life 

Dance, Dance

Sugar We’re Going Down 

I Write Sins Not Tragedies 

All The Small Things 

Ocean Avenue 

Dirty Little Secret 

Margaritaville 

Sk8er Boi

Brown Eyed Girl 

Life Is A Highway 

Some Nights 

Little Lion Man 

Breakeven

Hey There Delilah 

Viva La Vida

Use Somebody 

Carry On My Wayward Son 

Take On Me

1985 

Iris 

I’m Awesome 

Seven Nation Army 

September 

Since U Been Gone

Skinny Love 

Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)

Bye Bye Bye 

Say It Ain’t So 

Somewhere Only We Know 

I’m Yours 

Last Resort 

My Girl 

Tiny Dancer 

Roxanne

Shout 

I’m a Believer 

Soul Man

Feel Good Inc 

Check Yes Juliet

Walking On Sunshine 

MMM Bop

Pumped up Kicks 

Hooked On A Feeling 

It’s A Beautiful Day

Summer Girls 

Before He Cheats 

Happy Together

You Make My Dreams Come True

Build Me Up Buttercup

Escape (The Pina Colada Song)

DONTTRUSTME

Shake It (Metro Station)

Juke Box Hero

Girls Just Want To Have Fun