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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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getting to know aaron.

let's talk about things you could notice in Aaron. That was a request made by a follower and I'm excited to work on it! The things I’m taking in consideration DO NOT come from headcanons of mine. They’re based on my perceptions of the canon content.

First things first, he doesn't do many unnecessary things or things that don't make sense to him. He's very simple to understand in every single action that he takes, and I like to think that because of his upbringing and story, that's what he's known and likes to do. He is kind of a brute to people but to me he’s pretty much soft, people are just too weak or think everyone should be the perfect LI, maybe bc i am kind of rough myself???

Aaron isn't the type of person to want something quiet like Vlad and Raph do, but neither is the life of the party like Bel and Ethan. He said it himself, he likes bars, some beer, something in the chill side, more intimate. Just chilling, ya feel me?

He's not really the type to understand some jokes with a lot of depth or sarcasm bc well, he doesn't really need to use them, he's the bluntest man in the manor and he doesn't need to hide things or say them in different ways to get than the shortest, more effective way.

He's the kind of person to enjoy nature and the natural course of things, the wilderness and life without too much changes from the natural, maybe because of the way he lived for 15 years in the pack. He doesn't need anything too fancy to feel nice.

He enjoys poetry though, as you can check in chapter 7. To me it translated that he can understand certain complexities in feelings very accurately, but doesn't understand why one would try to make the way they act or talk less simple on a day to day basis.

In terms of style he is the simple up to date. Probably changes with time just to make sure it stays easy and comfortable to dress but is always the clothes that people seem as "simple" and "functional, but not classy" bc that's just not him. He likes things simple.

He is very pack-oriented and takes care of the people he knows and lives with. He doesn't think twice about sacrifices and he has some sick hero complex. He didn't hesitate to save Eloise even if his life was on the line in more than one occasion (the two main one are the ones where he dies, Vlad 10 bad ending and Aaron 10 bad ending) and he didn't mind making Constance his chalice when Ivan was dying to have her paying for life, even if he had to feed from her and take her wherever he went.

While he has the best intentions and he's really smart as I let you know before, Aaron is kind of dumb when it comes to keeping his cool and managing his emotions. He's kind of aggressive sometimes, but he can be violent on his actions when it comes to the people he protects and this is a problem, because he can't keep his cool when it counts. That might cause some... Altercations (cough cough he broke Ethan's head on Ivan bad ending and say he should die.) that are very uncalled for.

While he is very old, he's not some problematic bogus like some other people in the series Ethan and he pretty much knows that it's important to praise, teach and try many times with a lover. Even when he fights with Eloise, he never really forgets how important it is to talk things out and come back to her after each and every error in the relationship. Which is something the op likes ;)

He really think if himself as some sort of crazy freak because damn, he doesn't want to let anybody in is life even when he knows the circumstances made most of the crucial moments on his life be full of violence and he was just a victim of society's evolution and issues for hundreds of years. (Ofc op doesn't think everything he did was right, but it was to survive and they still have stories where they were subjects of their society just like evryone is, as it's said a few times by Eloise and other people that talk about vampirism such as vlad.)

He is very sorrowful and thinks life is as it is, no running, no changing. That's why sometimes he gives some kind of blunt advice to Elo in many routes! (All of them honestly, we stan a good gossip with a trustable, hot and wise friend) and she's like "damn, he didn't have to say it like that but he's right...”

What i actually like about him is that even if he’s mostly serious, he’s very cute and easygoing, he’s sociable too and very chill, he’s not an introvert like vlad or not too much of a social butterfly either. To op that’s super attractive lol

Even if he doesn’t undermine people for any sexist, racist or just dumb reasons, he believes that you need to know how to fight or be strong enough if you want to have your opinions taken into consideration, which is stupid in my opinion. (see his training lessons and the meeting at chapter 6, the option to leave the manor when he says “stay put” makes him say that he understands that Eloise wants to help, but it’s useless bc the murderer is too powerful, yet, she proves him wrong!) Eloise proves to him that she’s strong and reliable, and more brave than himself so.. kissy kissy hehe

is really patient and takes consent seriously from day ONE. he’s also very sincere and appreciates being told the truth just how ppl feel it. Eloise put a finger on his face in vlad’s route and he asked to be informal bc they were friends so... boy likes the truth hehe

pretty much your big gentle-not-so-gentle giant friend that gives u neck breaking hugs and likes to walk in the nature and jog with you.

OP THINKS THAT SOMETIMES PEOPLE IN BEEMOOV PURPOSEFULLY ANTAGONIZE AARON BC THEY REALLY LIKE THE BIG BAD WOLF TROPE AND THAT’S UTTER BULLSHIT. EVERYONE FIGHTS AARON AT SOME POINT AND THAT’S STUPID. GO TO HELL you bunch of #@$#%$# and $#$%$ and &*¨@$%@$! ppl that automatically antagonize or KILL the big mean brown dude for everything thanks.

i might edit this with more info as time goes by.

#moonlight lovers #ml aaron #moonlight lovers aaron #swfbunny

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taehyungsgrowl · 6 years ago

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Sweet Creature - Michael Langdon x Male!Reader

it’s your girl! Back at it with shy!hawthorne!michael! This prompt is actually very near and dear to my heart (and has been promised for a long long time haha.) also i got the name for this bc i was listening to harry styles but it has nothing to do w that. also i got the gif from google and the source took me to the FX website so if its yours LMK so i can tag you!

This is dedicated to some some pretty special people 🖤 @wvntersldr along with @1-800-bitchcraft @ticklish-leafy-plant because well, they also appreciate talking about Michael in panties with me. Thank you guys. And sorry for putting it off for so long, but it’s here now and I hope y’all enjoy this so much. Thank you Liliana and Ava for your DMs about this topic. This is for you.

Warnings: Smut (duh), Fluff probably

Y/N missed Hawthorne. No, he missed Michael. All warlocks were sent home for spring break (if they had a home - many weren’t as lucky as Y/N. Michael being one of those many who didn’t have a place to go. He would stay cooped up in his dorm, sulking at the thought of having to spend his whole week without seeing Y/N. Living at the same school, he had access to his boyfriend whenever he pleased. He missed him a lot.)

Y/N tried to make the best of his time with his family. He’d gone fishing with his dad (although he might have used a little magic to get the fish to bite), and now he’d join his mom on a little shopping spree.

His mother took a large pile of clothes into a fitting room to try on and left him to wander off on his own.

He passively wandered around the huge department store, always glancing at his phone to hear from Michael. As if on cue, Michael pressed send from his dorm and texted Y/N.

I’m so sad. I miss you.

His poor sweet baby. Y/N knew how hard days like these were for Michael. He never talked much about his family which made him assume it wasn’t pretty. He could see the shift in Michael’s attitude any time someone brought up talk of his mom or dad.

Miss you too, baby. I’ll be back tonight <3

He shoved his phone back in his pocket and continued to trail through the store. Before making his way back to his mother - a large array of soft pastel colors caught his eye. Looking up, he came face to face with a wide selection of lingerie displayed neatly.

Lace, satin, silk, chiffon. Panties, baby-dolls, bodysuits. The options were endless.

Y/N picked up the first pair of panties that caught his eyes; a delicate baby blue lace garment. Feeling the bumpy pattern between his fingers, he was taken back to an overheard conversation in the boys’ room.

“My girlfriend looked so sexy in her lingerie.” a boy bragged to his friend washing his hands in the bathroom. “I’m telling you. Buy your girlfriend some pretty panties and she’ll thank you like crazy.”

Of course, Michael was on Y/N’s mind. The blue panties matched the shade of Michael’s eyes perfectly. And Michael was feeling so down over having to spend his break alone.. maybe a little gift would help raise his spirits. How could Y/N not buy them with all those factors in place?

He hurried to the checkout station and made his purchase. He swung around the little white bag he got them in all day long; he was nervous and excited to see what Michael would think about them. He always did have a penchant for pretty things.

Before Y/N could even get his door open a pair of arms were wrapped around his neck and pulling him into his room.

“I missed you so much..” Michael mumbled into his neck.

“I missed you too, baby.” his arms were secured around Michael. He missed this; missed the way Michael smelled and the way he clung to him like a baby koala. He missed his baby.

“I got you something.” he smiled as Michael pulled away and plopped down on the bed, waiting patiently. Michael’s pretty blue eyes lit up as the mention of a gift. He’d never been a person who received much during childhood. Between Constance and the constant shuffling and planning with Ms. Mead, and now here. Someone thinking of him enough to give him something always made him giddy. He carefully eyed the little white bag in Y/N’s hand with dark cursive printing on it.

“Go on, open it.” he was handed the bag.

Y/N felt like Michael pulled the panties out in slow motion. Michael held them up by his fingers, his expression awed.

Cheeky sky blue panties; something so small (because, they really did leave little to the imagination) caused a peachy pink glow to Michael’s face.

“T-these are for me?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of them.

“Yeah,” Y/N stepped closer, “Don’t feel like you have to wear them if you don’t like them. They just made me think of you.” he chuckled.

Michael didn’t think he could blush any further, “They’re so pretty. I love them.” he placed them down on his lap, imagining what they would look like on.

“I’ll let you try them on while I wash up real quick.” he bent down to kiss Michael before scurrying off to the washroom.

Michael quickly stripped himself out of his pants and boxer briefs; he kicked aside the boring gray pair of underwear and picked up his new pretty pair. He slid them up his legs, feeling them cup his cheeks securely. He was still wearing an old tshirt that came down midthighs for him - he examined himself in the full length mirror. He slowly lifted the tshirt to his tummy to see what the panties looked like on.

His large cock was snugged tightly into the adorable blue underwear; he could see traces of his pink skin through the lace. Turning to his side, he caught a glimpse of the curve of his ass in the mirror. He thought it looked plumper than usual, but that was due to the figure hugging cut of the panties.

“Y/N.” he called out, his heart beating faster. He wanted Y/N to think he looked pretty. And how could Y/N not? With Michael’s stunning gold curls, delicate pink flushed face, and dainty blue lace? He was what dreams were made of.

Y/N caught Michael staring at himself in the mirror. He stood at the frame of the door, letting his baby take in how good he looked. He loved seeing Michael appreciate himself. Too often, he lost himself in feeling self conscious.

“Oh my god.” he let out more to himself than anyone else, “so fucking pretty, baby.” Y/N said just above a whisper.

He closed the gap between him and his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around Michael.

Y/N pulled Michael’s tshirt off, discarding it on the floor. His hands found Michael’s hips as his eyes wandered down Boy Wonder’s body. A barely there happy trail drew into his new gift, fleshy thighs on display. Michael felt more nude than when he was actually naked in front of Y/N.

He placed a series of wet sloppy kisses to the corner of Michael’s mouth, sweeping to his jaw and neck. Michael hummed in content of feeling his lovers lips on him.

His fingers dug deep into Michael’s hips, pulling him closer. He could feel him growing harder. Y/N had to pull away to see him. Michael’s cock was stretching the thin fabric even thinner. Y/N dragged a finger over it, feeling him twitch under his touch.

Before Michael’s breath could catch in his throat, Y/N dropped to his knees. His came face to face with Michael’s full glory. He felt like kneeling before an angel.

Again, with a barely there touch, he traced the outline protruded by Michael. Michael’s eyelids fluttered; he was so sensitive down there - even a feather light touch was enough to light him on fire.

“Did you miss me, baby.” Y/N asked, peering up at Michael.

“You know I did.” Michael tries to keep a steady tone, but Y/N hear the quiver in his voice.

“I wanna hear you say how you missed me. How you missed my.. touch,” he pressed a little more force on Michael, “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, baby?” he kissed right above the delicate little bow adorning Michael’s panties.

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” he whined, “No. I’ve been waiting for you.” he confessed.

Y/N licked the same spot he kissed, watching the way Michael reacted to his wet tongue on his skin, “Good boy.”

He pressed a kiss to the pretty pink tip of Michael’s length. He could taste the oozing precum through the fabric. “Hmm,” he hummed against it, “I missed this too, baby.”

“Let’s take these off, okay?” he hooked his fingers in the waistband, slowly peeling them down.

“Made me put them on only to take them off?” Michael blushed, adjusting his thighs to ease the panties down his legs.

“You knew where this was going, Michael,” his boyfriend winked before biting into his thigh, playfully. Michael’s stomach dropped at the name; he loved the “baby”s and the “sweetheart”s but when Y/N pulled out his name it was almost enough to make him cum untouched. Almost.

Maybe it was the tighter fit of the underwear, but Y/N almost flinched back with he way Michael proudly sprung out of his panties. Bright red and glistening; it made his mouth water.

His large hands grabbed at his base, slowly stroking up to meet the head. Small whines falling from Michael’s mouth only made him smile. His poor baby.. all alone for over a week. He needed to take care of him; make him feel loved.

Michael hissed at the sudden contact of his thumb running over the slit of his cock. “Y/N,” he sighed, “I missed you.” and Y/N knew he meant. Not only did he speak it, but the grip Michael held on his hair made him think Michael never wanted to let go. Y/N made a mental note in the back of his head to drag Michael out of this prison for their next break. Maybe they’d go to the beach or something. He’d kill to see his baby sun kissed and thriving.

Surprise washed over Y/N when his teasing was cut short - Michael tugged his hair and pulled him closer to his crotch, pleading, “Y/N please, it’s been too long.” his crystalline blue eyes sparkled so much, Y/N though he was on the verge of tears. And maybe he was.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.” needy little thing, Y/N thought to himself. But he didn’t mind. He’d do anything for Michael. He knew it from the moment he laid eyes on him. Stuttering mess, always hidden in his sketchpad. Michael had such magnetism, it always astounded him how shy he was upon meeting him.

With his lips already completely pressed to Michael’s cock (thanks to Michael’s almost forceful pull) he opened up and took as much as he could in one go. He sucked deeply, hallowing his cheeks, taking in Michael.

“Y/N..” Michael growled through clenched teeth, “Fuck,” Y/N heavy tongue massaged up and down his shaft, tracing every vein and pulse point.

Y/N snaked his hands around Michael’s legs and squeezed his ass, all while letting his cock hit the back of his throat. He gave him one firm smack and pulled his lips up and down, bobbing his head.

“I’m-” Michael couldn’t deliver a fair warning. Not that Y/N needed one. He knew his baby like the palm of his hand and knew exactly what flipped his switch.

Hot spurts of his cum flew into Y/N ready mouth. Y/N swallowed all he could while still letting his hands play with Michael. He got him all cleaned up, licking the mixture of saliva and cum off his lips.

Michael held his eyes shut, chest panting hard, and a flush of color that had washed down his neck and chest. Y/N kissed at his penis, taking any left string of cum and picking it up with his tongue, until Michael’s breathing began to regulate again.

“I hope you liked your present, baby.” he winked and gave Michael’s cheeks one last squeeze.

okay y’all. i’ve been talking about michael in panties... for months and i finally wrote it vnfjdksveafjvas soooo i hope u guys like it.

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peter-parkouuuur · 7 years ago

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Chapter 6: Forgetting Peter Parker (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

A/n: I don’t really mention the original marvel characters that much since Y/n Stark’s character doesn’t live with the rest of the Avengers but actually resides on the Upper East Side (as if it weren’t already that obvious). BTW, I apologize for the various time lapses because the big events usually happen on weekends. By the way, the new guy stepping in will kinda be like this story’s version of Nate Archibald (bc let’s face it, he’s gorgeous af) and let’s just say he’s going to form the love triangle; Wouldn’t you want to date a guy from Vieux riche family? ;)

Also, I may have inserted a quote from Riverdale, if you managed to spot it, congratulations!

UES = Upper East Side

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

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Before Y/n Stark’s rise to the social ladder, there was Liz Allan, the Upper East Side’s golden girl, Spence Middle School’s perfect student, and the talk of the town. She was the batch valedictorian, was vied to be the first in line at the Dispensary Cotillion and Debutante Ball where the children of the Upper East Side get to show their grand entrance to the high society. Liz was the ideal lady but Y/n knew she had to step up to take the crown from her ex-best friend.

Unfortunately, Liz Allan left without an explanation whatsoever, that’s when Y/n Stark rose to become Spence’s golden girl sitting on top of the Elites pyramid, the Queen Bee of the Upper East Side, and every Prep school boy’s dream girl.

For everyone on the UES, Liz Allan is a dead woman walking, nobody knows her whereabouts, thinking she went to boarding school or migrated somewhere far from the US. Y/n’s prominence is what keeps her moving, and she intends to stay that way.

Tony steps inside the Stark Penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side. He sees his daughter holding papers in one hand and a calculator in the other.

“Hi, sweetie! It’s a Sunday night, what are you doing?” Tony sits beside Y/n looking at her oddly before looking at the television screen to see the news.

“I’m almost done with this month’s audit. I know you like it when your staff is early when it comes to tasks so here I am finishing what I have to do, so all I have to do tomorrow are; go to school until 10 AM since the teachers will have a general meeting or something, I wasn’t really paying attention…. and then I’m going to drop this off at your office in the afternoon.” Y/n states.

“Wow, you’re like a self-cleaning oven. Efficient, just the way I like my staff, but you’re my daughter. Honey, you need to relax. I’ve always been proud of your work ethic but you’re a kid, you’re my kid, I want you to let loose, show them how Starks party.” Tony reminds you.

“Are you telling me to go out and do something stupid? Because you have Nicholas to do all the party stuff for you.” Y/n replies, not looking at her dad.

“Yeah well he’s at Dartmouth, I can’t really have my son party his life away since he’s going to inherit most of the company.” Tony responds.

“What about me and Eloise? What do we get?” Y/n looks at her dad sternly.

“See now, you’re starting to look like your mother when you’re angry. You get to keep the penthouse apartment and besides, I thought you wanted to go to Med school?” Tony asks.

“Yeah but I also want to be part of the Stark Industries, at least own a share of it.” You tell your dad.

“Alright, alright. At this rate, you can always consider Law. You have your mother’s tenacity.” Tony jokes.

“Well, would you look at that.” Tony looks at the TV screen to see Spiderman breaking in the Washington Monument.

You lift your head up from all the slouching to see what your dad’s reacting to. A footage of Liz and Spiderman locking eyes the moment he saves her from the falling elevator.

“Gross.” Your face forms into a disgusted expression.

“Hold on, the Liz, Peter was talking about is the same Liz from Spence?” Tony inquires.

“Yup. It’s a small world, dad.” Y/n sighs.

“Did Peter tell you about his infatuation with Liz? How’d you know about it?” You furrow your eyebrows at your dad.

“No, the baby monitor in his suit sends me updates of his whereabouts and what he’s been doing. He might have mentioned her a couple of times through his suit.” Your dad replies.

“Of course, he’s mentioned her.” You mumble.

‘Because even when she’s no longer living near me, she still manages to annoy me to my very core. Everything just has to be about Liz.’ You think to herself.

“Want to talk about it or am I just going to assume that you’re harboring feelings for Peter Parker?” Tony questions.

“Dad, clearly Peter doesn’t want anything to do with me or my life here on the UES, he’s all about becoming an avenger and getting the girl of his dreams, Liz freaking Allen.” Y/n sneers.

“The conversation about Peter is making me feel uncomfortable; Firstly because you’re my daughter and you’re only turning 16 next week. Secondly, I don’t like you gushing on my protege, I thought you were into Prep school boys? You know, those future Yalies type. Lastly, I trust your every decision, Peter is the stupidest boy if he thinks you’re not the most gorgeous girl in Manhattan.” Tony smiles at his daughter reassuringly.

“Thanks, dad. Creepy comment, though.” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“You know I’m bad at these ‘Father-Daughter’ talks. You’re like a self-cleaning oven, I trust you well enough.” He pats you lightly on the knee.

‘Did he just compare me to an appliance? twice?!’ You think to yourself.

“Anyway, I have to go back to the Headquarters. Good night, sweetie.” Your dad kisses you on the forehead before heading off.

“Good night, dad! Go save the world for me.” You exclaim a second before the you hear the elevator door closing.

The news is still focused on Spiderman.

“Ugh, Spiderman is sooo two weeks ago.” You grumble, turning off the television.

Your phone’s IM ringtone starts to buzz like crazy.

Tinatintin: Any of you seen the news?

ElizaBabe: What are you, 30??

You: Liz Allan still has it.

MaddieMadness: Dalton boys are raving about Liz’s comeback, even if it’s on the news.

You: That’s not what I call a comeback, for all I know, Liz Allan is a dead woman walking on the UES.

Tinatintin: Looks like everyone knows Liz still exists.

You: But still irrelevant.

ElizaBabe: Completely.

MaddieMadness: On it…

The three of them understood what Maddie’s onto, she’s Spence’s real life gossip girl, minus the anonymity, the obsession over the Upper East Siders and the fact that Spence girls are not as catty as the girls of Constance-Billard.

You move around your bed, trying hard to fall asleep when a thud against your window interrupts your reverie.

Y/n sits up and sees a shadow lurking against the bedroom window. You turn the lights on to see Spiderman outside your window. You were about to open the seal when Peter decides to sling away.

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Y/n and the rest of group are gathered at the Gramercy Tavern for lunch

“Okay girls, now I brought you here today to discuss Y/n’s current situation.” Eliza starts.

“Girls, as much as I enjoy all of you partaking in my non-existent love life, I’d rather not talk about that Tony Stark ass-kisser, Liz Allan fanboy.” You hiss.

“Exactly, hence the reason why we found you a new guy. His name is Ted Vanderbilt, his surname already speaks for himself and he’s the captain of Dalton’s Lacrosse Team.” Tina states.

“I need a picture.” You pretend to be uninterested.

Maddie takes her phone out see a teenage guy with golden blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes, looking like a true poster boy of the UES.

Just the distraction Y/n needs from all the Spiderman fiasco she’s experienced, plus he’s a Vanderbilt, what more can Y/n ask for?

“Girls, set up the date. Tomorrow night, here at 7 pm.” You tell your friends who just nod along in excitement.

Y/n drops off the files on top of his dad’s desk and sits on his office chair. Out of sheer curiosity, you open his Mac desktop and look for Spiderman’s baby monitor protocol.

Hundreds of videos appear of Spiderman jumping off buildings, web-slinging along Queens. Then there were clips of Peter wearing only the mask in front of the mirror.

“Hey what’s up, Liz? Peter’s told me a lot about you.” Peter does a wink through his suit.

You roll your eyes and click fast forward.

“Hey Y/n! I heard you’re into bad boys, I don’t mean to brag but, I’m bad at almost everything I do.” He shrugs his shoulders.

You see a footage of Peter scrolling through his science notes and you notice his sketch of you and Spiderman.

You turn on the television to see live news regarding a Staten Island ferry.

“Oh my god, Peter.” Y/n mumbles.

You take your phone out from your Mulberry bag and call your dad.

“What is it, honey?” Tony picks up.

“Dad, Peter needs help. He tore a Staten Island ship in half.” You say calmly.

“He what?! I’m on it, sweetie.” Tony then hangs up.

“You owe me, Peter Parker.” You murmur.

Y/n is sitting on one of the Fendi Casa couches she picked out for the Stark Tower living room, waiting for your dad’s update.

You hear loud knocks against the window to see Spiderman himself, signaling you to open the window. Y/n opens the window for Peter to enter.

“Peter, do you realize what you’ve done? You could’ve died. What the hell were you thinking? Did you not think about the consequences of your actions?” Y/n bombards him with questions.

Peter removes his mask as Y/n notices the redness in eyes, her anger washes away immediately.

“My actions? Those bad guys had millions worth of weapons of destruction. Somebody had to stop them, I didn’t want to sit around and wait for bad things to happen because I have a responsibility to the world.” Peter defends himself.

“No Peter, you are not like one of the Avengers just yet, you’re only 16. My dad told you to stay away from those guys and you didn’t listen. Your responsibilities are your education and your Aunt May because if anything happens to you, it might kill her.” Y/n replies.

“And besides, how could we even forget about Liz Allan, Peter Parker’s dream girl and Spence’s brightest, nobody could’ve forgotten about her. Even when she’s not here, she’s still being talked about. Don’t you see how frustrating it was for me to live behind her shadows when we were growing up?” You feel your tears pooling.

“We were best of friends, Peter, but I always felt like I had to prove myself to the UES while Liz… She didn’t need to, she was the perfect student, the perfect daughter, heck she was Spence’s Golden girl. I was just the salutatorian, always coming in second. My parents wanted me to be like my best friend, they put the pressure on me and not on my siblings, because they knew that living in the High society means having to show yourself that you are the best of what your parents are. You know how my dad is.” Y/n continues.

“I was just trying to do the right thing, Y/n. You’re Y/n Stark, an Upper East Sider and I’m just Peter Parker from Queens, I can’t say the right words to make you feel better because my life is no walk in the park either. I’m scared, okay? I’m scared that if I don’t do something about it, I might lose an important someone again.” Peter sighs.

“-And Liz…. Liz was my real first crush, the first girl I ever truly liked, and she’s always been nice to me. I just… I care for her. I care for you too, Y/n.. You have no idea hard it was for me try and not to like you because I do, I really really do.” Peter adds.

“Peter-” You try to put your hand on his arm but his hand stops you from doing so.

“I’m sorry… for everything.” He looks at you with a sincere look on his face.

“Get your hands off my daughter, Mr. Parker.” Tony walks in in full Iron Man gear.

“Sweetie, it’s time to go home.” Your dad steps off from his suit and walks over towards you.

Peter lets go of you as the two of you look at one another.

“Dad, it’s only 3 pm.” You remind him.

“I don’t care. I need to have a word with Mr. Parker, alone.” Your dad looks at you sternly.

“Bye Peter.” You smile weakly at him before heading out.

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“Is he there?” Y/n and your three friends are on a three-way call to prepare you for the date with Ted Vanderbilt. The three girls are already seated at the Tavern.

“He just arrived! He’s wearing a gray blazer, white button downs, and dress shoes. He looks so gorgeous, Y/n/n.” Maddie sighs.

“Hey, ease up on the squealing, he’s my date.” Y/n reminds Maddie.

“Alright alright.. Settle down. Anyway, are you near? He’s already seated down.” Eliza asks.

“Turn your phone off ladies, I’m about to enter.” You tell your friends as you step out of the car.

“I’ll call you when I need you, Happy.” You smile at your father’s personal security.

Happy just nods and heads back inside the car.

“Show time.” A smirk forms on your face.

Before you could walk inside the restaurant, you see a red and blue object swinging around. Peter followed you again.

‘It’s time to let go, Parker… Because as of this moment, I’m already trying to.’ Y/n thinks to herself.

You walk inside to see to see the golden blonde boy seated at your favorite spot in your favorite restaurant while your friends are seated 3 tables away, all three of them giving you the thumbs up.

“Hi, you must be Ted Vanderbilt.” You smile down at the handsome fella.

He stands up from his seat, a bit shaken but leans in to kiss you on the cheek, not that you mind or anything.

“And you’re THE Y/n Stark. Wow. Gala pictures don’t do you justice.” He smiles at you before the two of you can sit down.

Good answer, Vanderbilt.

Looks like Peter Parker may just have found a loophole out of Y/n Stark’s life. At least he now has time to focus on the ex-best friend Liz Allan, the former golden girl, but now just an old name for everyone on the UES, because right now, it’s all about Y/n Stark and her Waldorf-esque emergence from the chrysalis of Spence’s Red Door

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