I've Done All But Starved Myself.

Left: Formal date night

Right: Casual date night

Why yes, that is plastic in his sleeves

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

Do you remember

When “Rose” was just a flower, “Ten” was just a number, and “run” was just a verb?

Or when “salt” was just a flavoring, a “1967 Chevy Impala” was just a car, and “hunting” was just a term for animals?

advice to girls starting high school

when something about someone seems off, trust your gut. you don’t want to wait for a reason that validates these feelings

when a boy tells you that you are too emotional for them, it is because they cannot handle thinking of you as a person. you are not the problem.

friends that ditch you aren’t your real friends

take things a day at a time.

it’s in your self interest not to say mean things about other girls

be selective about the people you do drugs with

So I have a thing for geniuses in purple apparently

The Holy Trinity of geniuses wearing the Purple Shirt of Sexiness

Okay you're grounded for til forever

Tony previously promised Peter to never access Karen’s archive of videos, but after Peter crumbled to dust he find himself alone in his workshop, a few drinks in, and holding back tears in his Ironman helmet as he watches back Karen’s recordings. After hours he pulls his helmet off and it drops to the floor and he cries into his hands. Then suddenly he hears, “Hey Mr. Stark!” Tony looks up from his hands to the glowing helmet in the floor where Peter’s voice is coming from. “No, no… Hey! Tony!” Tony fumbles with his helmet as he tries to put it on as quickly as possible and he’s sniffling. Tony’s voice cracks as he says, “Karen, playback.” The video starts again. “Hey Mr. Stark!… No no… Hey Tony!” Tears stream down Tony’s cheeks. He is watching through Peter’s eyes one of his many pep talks but now, he’s talking to Tony…

To be continued-

Life Changes (Ch 5)

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about medical stuff so all I know is from Google and doctor shows. Feel free to correct anything!

Tony looked down as his pager went off. He sits his fork down and picks it up. His fork falls to the table and he jumps up. Oh shit. He darts out of the cafeteria and heads down to where Pepper was.

“Pepper, what-” He stops dead, seeing the pale face on the bed. “Peter?”  His voice is barely a whisper. He looked at Pepper.”What the hell happened to him?”

“I don’t know.” She says softly. “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

“I just talked to him less than an hour ago! He was fine then…” Tony runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“Tony are you going to be able to work this case?”

“If I’m needed. Has he damaged any nerves?”

“We’re about to find out.” She says.

Peter stirs with a groan and a cry of pain. The honey colored eyes fly open.

“Tony?”

Tony was at his side immediately.

“Peter, what happened?”

“Tony, it hurts. It hurts a lot. I can’t feel my-my leg.” Peter is crying now, his pretty face skewed in pain.

“Peter. I need you to tell me what happened.”  Tony says, trying to fight back his own tears. By some miracle, he was able to keep his voice steady.

“I was dance-dancing!” He cried out again and tried to grab at his leg but that only made him cry out again. “I fell!” He yells and squeezes his eyes shut. It made Tony’s heart hurt.

“We’re going to see exactly what happened. We’re are going to fix this and you’ll be dancing again soon. I promise.”

Peter nods, his eyes still shut and he was still crying.

“Get him some pain killers and let me know as soon as you find out how bad this is.”

“Tony! Please….Don’t leave. Please.” Peter reached for him. “Don’t leave me alone. I need…..I need….” He shifts and cries out again.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.” Tony smooths his hand through Peter’s hair. “We’re gonna get you all fixed up. I promise.” He whispers. “We gotta get you up to x-ray and check your leg okay?”

“Just make the pain stop!”

Tony looks up at Pepper as a new person enters the room. Natasha Romanova, an orthopedic surgeon. Tony makes eye contact and she nods. Tony stands, but Peter has an iron grip.

“Please-”

“Peter we are going to go look at your leg now.”

“I’m scared.”

“Peter, my name is Dr. Romanova. I’m going to be doing your x-ray.”

Peter looks up at Tony. He felt his leg getting numb and he felt that was a bad sign.

“Tony I can’t feel my leg.”

“We need to get this looked at. Now. Peter, Dr. Romanova is very good at what she does and she is going to get you fixed up okay?”

Peter squeezes Tony’s hand and nods just a little.

“Just...help me.” He whimpers.

“Let’s get going.” The red haired doctor says, and Peter feels Tony get up. HIs eyes fly open.

“Tony?” Peter gasped.

“Don’t worry. I’m here. I just can’t ride the bed up to x-ray.”

“Come with me?”

“Of course he’s coming.” Dr. Romanova speaks up. “Tony get your ass up and comfort your man.” She commands. Peter decided he liked her.

“Down girl.” Peter hears Tony say. He would have laughed if he didn’t hurt so much. Tony’s face came into view and he felt a gentle touch on his face. “I’m here. Just relax and everything will be fine.”

-----.-----

Tony stood in the middle of the lab room, looking at Peter’s x-rays.

“He shattered the entire leg.” He swore softly. He looks at Natasha. “Can you fix it? You have to fix it. Performing is his whole life.”

Natasha looks at him. “I can fix it. But Tony….He will never dance again. He never should never have danced in the first place. He has very weak bones in his legs. It’s a wonder he hadn’t hurt himself this bad before.”  

The words hang in the room and Tony was sure he could feel his heart break. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m not done.” She continues softly. “I’m going to have to put a rod in his leg and I’m almost certain that he damaged nerves in his leg. He’s going to need physical therapy in order to walk again.”

“Is that all?” Tony asked softly, fighting to keep his voice even.

“Yes.” She licks her lips.

“Let me tell him. Please.” Tony looks away from the x-rays. They were burned into his mind forever. He shudders and pulls his head up.

“Of course. But he’s sleeping now so you’re gonna have to wait.”

Tony nods a little. “This is going to destroy him.”

“I know.” She says softly. She squeezes his shoulder and Tony watches her leave. At that moment, Stephen walks in. He pulls Tony into a hug, which surprised him because Stephen wasn’t a touchy person.

“How bad?” He asked softly.

“He’s never going to dance again.” Tony answers, pulling back and looking up. “I lied to him Stephen. He’s going to hate me.”

“Tony he isn’t going to hate you. This isn’t your fault.”

“No, but I lied to him. I told him that he’d be okay and he’d be dancing again in no time. He just auditioned for his dream roll. And it’s almost as if we’re taking his gift away from him.”

“Tony.” Stephen says softly. “He will get through this. He has you to help him.”

“It’s just not fair. He doesn’t deserve this. He’s a good person. Kind and sweet and he doesn’t let the fame get to his head. He-he-”

Stephen puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“He will get through this. You both will, together. He will find his place.”

Tony nods a little, letting out a soft sob. Stephen sits beside him quietly as he breaks down.

“It’s going to ruin his life Stephen. I’m going to have to ruin his life.”

Stephen tilts Tony’s chin up. “You are going to help him through this. You are strong and so is he.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you Antony. If anyone can do this, it’s you.” Stephen looks at him in the eyes deeply with parted lips. Then he shakes his head a little and takes a step back. “Go to him.”

“Thank you.” Tony whispers, turning and leaving the room.

-----.-----

When Peter blinked awake, Tony and Dr. Romanova were standing at the end of his bed. He smiled a little.

“Hey. Can you fix me?” He asked with a small smile.

“I can. But You’ll have to have a rod put in your leg. You shattered the entire thing.”

“So going through airport security is going to be hell.” Peter jokes. So much to working for West End.

“Peter-” Dr. Romanova starts but Tony interrupts.

“Your surgery to fix your leg will be in an hour. Afterwards, you’re going to need therapy in order to walk correctly again.”

“So I’m down and out for a bit…” Peter nods a little. He needed to call the director and let him know he’d be out for a bit. He looks up at Tony. “You’ll be there won’t you? When I’m being operated on?”

Tony takes a deep breath. “I cannot operate on you as we have a personal relationship, but my best friend, Dr. Strange, is the best neurosurgeon I know. You will be in amazing hands I promise. And I’ll be in the gallery watching the whole thing.”

Peter was more scared now that he knew Tony wasn’t operating but if Tony trusted this Dr. Strange, he could as well. He nods a little.

“Okay. I believe you.” He looks around. “Can I have my phone? I need to call my director.”

Dr. Romanova gives Tony a look and hands the device over. Tony makes a "Y" shape with his hands and brings them down a few inches, his palms outward; shaking his head. Her eyes narrow and her lips thin into a white line.

Peter turns his gaze away from them and dails the director, who picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello, this is Peter Parker. I auditioned earlier?”

“The one who fell. How are you doing?”

“I’m actually calling to withdraw my audition because of my injury. I won’t be healed enough to even consider being in the show.”

“That is unfortunate. You had an amazing audition until the fall. You easily got the part.”

Peter felt like crying. The words cut deep.

“Thank you for the consideration.” He says, managing to hold his voice steady. “Break a leg and give my best to the one who got the part.”

He hangs up and lets the phone fall onto the bed, squeezing his eyes shut. He shook a little and felt a hand on his arm.

“Peter?” Tony asked softly.

Peter opens his eyes and looked up.

“I got the part. Well, I had the part.”

Tony feels as if he had been punched in the gut.

“Oh Peter, I’m so sorry.”  Natasha says softly.

“It’s not like it’s your fault. I’ll just try again next time.”

Tony takes a breath and looks up at him.

“Peter…”

Peter looks up with a brave smile. Tony didn’t have the heart to tell him just yet and shakes his head.

“There was no doubt in my mind that you would have gotten that part.”

“Okay let's get you prepped for surgery okay?” Natasha cuts them off, and starting pre-ops.

----.-----

Stephen looks up as the door to the anteroom of the OR. Tony looked like a mess.

“You haven’t told him yet, have you?”  He asked, drying his hands and sliding on gloves.

“I couldn’t do it. Not yet.” Tony inhales deeply. “I am going to after the surgery. I swear.”

Stephen gives a small tight smile and nods. “Tony, I believe you and if you need me, I will always be here.”

Tony nods, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. He clears his throat and nods. “Kick ass Strange.”

Stephen nods and ties his mask before pushing into the OR. He looks over at Natasha and nods.

“Alright everyone. It’s time to give an artist back his leg.” He glances up to the balcony where Tony had gone. He was leaning forward, his hands clasped tightly. He looked down at the man on the table and takes a breath. “For Tony.”

-----.-----

The next time Peter wakes up, he’s back in his room and Tony was sitting beside the bed. He looks over.

“How’d I do?” He asked, his voice was a bit rough. Tony smiles fondly though.

“You did great. The surgery went really well and you now have a metal rod in your leg.”

“How long before I can dance again?”

Tony tenses, looking down before looking back up. Peter’s blood ran cold. No no no. It can’t be true! I worked to hard for this.

“Tony?” Peter asked softly. He needed to hear it out loud if it was true.

“Peter, you can’t dance anymore. You should have never been able to in the first place. The bones in your legs are basically as strong as glass.” Tony’s voice grows softer. “I’m so so sorry.”

Peter shakes his head. “No.” HIs voice cracks. “You’re wrong. You have to be.”

“We aren’t. Natasha says it’s a miracle that you were going this long.”

“You lied to me.” Peter accuses. “You promised…” He is crying openly now. “You’re a liar! Go. I can’t look at you right now!” He squeezes his eyes tightly. “I put my entire life into this. I can’t do anything else. You gave me hope and lied to me in the process. I can’t forgive you.”

Damnit Martin. Look at the camera you drama queen

Life Changes (ch 1)

(Aged up) Peter Parker is living his dream on Broadway and catches the eye of famous doctor Tony Stark

Tony looked around the theatre. It was nice. Of course it was, it was Broadway, after all.

"Do we have to go see Hairspray of all things?" He complains. "It's so girly. I don't do girly musicals. Hell I don't do musicals. It's not my thing. Can't I just go back to work?"

Pepper swats his arm. "It's a good musical. And no. You need time off. You're overworking yourself again."

"It's not my fault being a surgeon is time consuming." Tony sasses back. She was right, as always but still. Tony loved his job, He loved helping people get better.

"You need to relax Tony." "And I couldn't do that at home? With a drink?"

"No. Now we need to get seated. I got us good seats so shut up and enjoy it. It's the last performance of this cast and I heard it's really good."

"Fine. But you owe me one." Tony pouts.

"Alright you big baby." Pepper rolls her eyes and grabs his arm, dragging him into the theatre.

Tony complains but lets himself be pulled. Pepper had gotten them seat in the middle of the third row. He sits, crossing one leg over the other and opening the play bill. He scanned the cast names, recognizing a few.

-----.-----

Backstage was full of sounds of warming up and tap tag of people running back and forth, and dancing. Peter leans forward towards the mirror as he works at getting his hair into place. He had some time before he went out. He finally gets his hair settles and smiles, spinning around and winking at the mirror. He looks over at his best friend, Ned. Ned worked backstage with tech.

"Okay guys I have big news." Ned announces, setting his clipboard down as the cast members gathered around him. "We have some pretty big guests in the audience. Kristin Chenoweth is here and so is the renowned surgeon Tony Stark."

Peter, who usually didn't nervous on show nights, felt panic rising. His Broadway idol and Tony freakin Stark were in the audience. The cast members around him started talking over each other until Ned blew a whistle he kept with him and they shut up.

"That means we have to put on the best show of our lives tonight. Her opinion could make or break everyone's career. We go on in five so get ready. Bring it in."

The cast all put their hands in a circle and sing half a scale before shouting "Showtime". Peter smooths his jacket and does his best to calm his heart. He had to put his best foot forward and he couldn't very well do that if he threw up from nerves.

As his stage time slowly crept closer, Peter started to feel better. He loved the rush of performing. He rolls his shoulders back and stepped out for his first number. As soon as his feet hit the stage, he was okay.

-----.-----

Tony was only half paying attention , his mind elsewhere. He didn't understand what the big deal about Baltimore was. Personally he hated the city. The people were rude and it smelt bad. He had almost dozed off when a cocky sounding man started to speak. He was talking-then singing- about some nice kids. Tony rolls his eyes. There was no such thing as 'nice kids'. Especially in high school. The song was slightly racist but that was the time period.

"R-r-r-roll call!"

Tony started to tick off on his fingers. Amber, bitch. Brad, try hard. Tammy, fake. Fender, stoner. Brenda, teen mom. Sketch, dequlient. Shelly, annoying. IQ, junkie. Lou Ann, church girl. Joey, car obsessed. Mickey, jock. Vicki, cheerleader. Becky, slut. Bix, debate team. Jess, band nerd. Darla, single mom. Pauly, cat lady. Noreen and Doreen, know it alls. Then a new voice joined the cast.

"-And I'm......Link." The dark haired boy smirks and fixes his tie.

The audience went crazy when "Link" winks. Tony sits forward, intrigued now. He had a cute innocent face but wore the sexy look well. Tony had to admit the actor was pretty attractive, He was a bit young but after hearing his voice it's no wonder he's on Broadway. Tony is mesmerized, no matter how weird a name Link was. What kind of mother names their kid Link? He opens his playbill and scans the list of cast members. His name was Peter Parker. Tony made a mental note to look him up later.

Now that this boy caught his attention, Tony was actually paying attention to the musical. He'd deny it on his life if anyone asked, but he was actually enjoying himself. He felt a little more than he had in a while and it was nice. If he had to choose a favorite song from the musical, it would have to be 'It Takes Two' because of this Peter's beautiful voice or 'I Know Where I've Been' because it reminded him of his own life.

When the musical ended, Tony stands and stretches, carefully cradling the roses he bought during intermission. Pepper had told him she was dragging him to the cast party. He rolls his eyes playfully and follows.

"You liked it!" Pepper grins.

"I don't know what you mean." Tony banters playfully.

"You liked it. You don't smile for just anything, I know you. You liked the musical." She smirks. "Or was it the actor? Peter Parker?"

"You know me. You tell me." Tony laughs, following her outside.

-----.-----

Peter grins as he bows, feeling a rush of pride at an amazing performance. He was breathing hard and his face was pink with excitement. He follows the line of cast members off stage to change. He exchanges the blue suit for his own tux, running his hand over the fabric. He would miss this cast and show. It had been his favorite so far. The crew were amazing and super nice. They all got along instantly.

"Hurry up Peter! We gotta go!" One of the company member, Elimie calls.

"Coming coming!" Peter fixes his tie and joins her. The cast broke off into groups and ducked into the waiting limos.

The cast party was held at the Prince George Ballroom. Peter had only seen it once. It was beautiful. Once they got there, Peter gets out and is immediately swarmed by reporters. He takes a breath and laughs under his breath.He didn't mind the press but sometimes it was rather annoying. He answers the questions with a smile.

"Mr. Parker!" One reporter calls. "What is your next show going to be?"

Peter thinks for a moment. "Well I've always wanted to be in Something Rotten. I think I'll audition for that next." With that, he ducks inside. He makes his way to the bar and orders a champagne. He thanks the bartender and looks around before walking around to mingle. He sees the director beckon him over and Peter obeys. It wasn't until he got over there that he realized just who his director was talking to.

"Hi sweetheart. Peter right?"

Peter was speechless Kristin freaking Chenoweth knew his name and was talking to him. He stood with his mouth slightly open before snapping it shut.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. Yes I'm Peter." He gives a shaky smile. "I'm sorry. But I just have to say, you have been a huge inspiration for me. The first musical I ever saw was Wicked and I loved you in Glee and Strange Magic was amazing.." Peter realized he was babbling and he trails off with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. It's just my dream to be like you."

Kristin smiles softly. "Well it's my pleasure. I'm proud to inspire young talent. Keep going, you're gonna be amazing doll."

Peter blushes lightly. If he was dreaming he never wanted to wake up.

"Oh. It looks like someone else wants your attention." Kristin says with a smile.

Peter turns and nearly fainted. Tony Stark stood there, with a patient smile on his face.

"I'll leave you to it." She pats his shoulder and walks away.

"H-hi." Peter stammers.

Tony couldn't help but smile. He was adorable when he was embarrassed.

"These are for you." He offers the flowers.

Peter looked up with surprise in his already large eyes.

"W-why?"

Tony almost laughs. "Because you did a good job? I find it hard to believe you don't compliments. Especially after a show like that?"

Peter flushed deeper. "O-oh of course. Thank you." He accepts the flowers.

"So how does it feel knowing you took my Broadway virginity?" Tony smirks.

Peter's mouth dropped open as he tried to answer and Pepper comes up and smacks his arm.

"Tony what did you do to him?"

"I only said that he took my Broadway virginity." Tony says with an innocent look. Pepper rolls her eyes.

"Tony!"

"What?"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"It's okay Miss." Peter speaks up. "I've heard weirder."

Tony smiles. "See, it wasn't that weird." He turns back to Peter.

"Can I have your autograph?"

"I feel like I should be asking you that." Tony laughs. "How about we trade?" He suggests, handing over his playbill.

Tony watches as Peter signs the playbill and finds a clean napkin and scribbles down his name and phone number before handing it over. Peter looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Use it and let me find out if you taste as good as you sound." Tony winks before his pager went off. He looks down and swears softly. "I have to go but I mean it. Call me." He winks and takes off.

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