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parkneroses · 5 years

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parkner, 18 by anarbor: a concept

18, crazy, pulled up in your daddy’s car. you wanna move in with me, guess we’re off to a heavy start

so peter is tony’s kid? biologically or not, doesn’t matter, tony’s his dad and he’s a dad dad

he’s super overbearing? and peter knows it’s just ‘cause he cares, but sometimes it’s just too much

so one day tony and peter get in an argument, maybe about spider-man maybe not i have not thought this out well

anyway peter gets mad and storms to his room to pack his shit and leave

and it seems like a big deal to him cause he’s like planning on running out the front door and slamming it shut behind him and blocking tony’s number and-

basically he wants his own edgy teen rebellion chick flick moment

but his hair is so fluffy from where tony was messing it up before they started fighting

and the only suitcase-like thing he could find was morgan’s my little pony gym bag

peter, in his head: you’re gonna regret this dad. you’re gonna miss me so much and you’re gonna call me and beg on your knees for me to come home. you’ll see.

peter, in real life: grabs a kids bag and fills it with sweaters and candy. tries to stomp as he leaves the room but he’s too light so it doesn’t make any noise. can’t slam the door cause it’s a fancy glass sliding one. waves at pepper on the way out cause it’d be rude not to.

so he goes to his boyfriend Harley’s apartment

tony doesn’t know about them because harley’s lowkey scared of tony

high key actually

he’s screwing iron man’s kid. why wouldn’t he be scared

18, crazy, i know what you want from me

so harley opens the door and sees peter

the CUTEST thing he’s EVER seen

he looks like an angry duckling clutching onto a sparkly rainbow bag with his face scrunched up in anger and it’s adorable

harley stops cooing like a weird mom and lets him in

so if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you’re all grown up

peter sits harley down on one of six (six???) torn up flowery sofas in his living room

harley only has six sofas because his grandmother wanted new ones and he liked hers so he took them

except he liked his own too

so now he has plenty of space for as many dogs as he can fit in there

(even though he’s not allowed pets in the apartment)

but thinking about it in dog terms makes him feel less weird about having a soccer team’s worth of seating in a 12x12 room

anyway

peter starts the conversation with “we need to talk”

because he’s stupid peter why would you do that

so harley starts freaking out but he stays quiet

and peter (being the little shit he is)

is building up suspense

and building

and... building...

til he blurts out

“HARLEY I WANT TO MOVE IN WITH YOU”

at the same time as harley says,

“you’re breaking up with me?”

...

silence...

...

until HELL breaks loose

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO MOVE IN WITH ME”

harley no don’t say that that’s mean

“PETER YOU LIVE IN A MANSION”

peter nods politely

“THIS ENTIRE ROOM IS MADE OF ASBESTOS”

still nodding

maybe ... maybe harley should stop yelling

peter looks like he’s thinking for a while

until he looks up at harley

(who’s pacing- or actually shimmying between the sofas in frustration)

and he says

“i think my parents would hate you”

wow

way to make him feel better huh

if long hair and tattoos are what attract you baby, then you’re in luck

peter mumbles through his list of all the reasons tony might hate harley

“he’s like an italian grandmother harley and you have tattoos”

harley has exactly two (2) tattoos

a black and white iron man mask on his forearm

and a spider on his ankle

so they’re not exactly intimidating

kind of fanboy-ish to be honest

but it’s so cute how peter thinks he’s a bad boy

so harley lets it go

you wanna piss of your parents baby, piss off your parents

so peter can’t live in this dump

obviously

there’s hardly enough space for just harley and his life size cardboard cutout of susan boyle

(long story)

(actually it’s not. harley just loves susan boyle.)

so they come up with a plan to piss off tony and make him Pay For His Sins

peter goes home, my little pony bag in hand

and harley comes over for dinner

he’s in a tank top, so his arm tattoo is fully visible

and when peter introduces harley to tony as his boyfriend, the man spits out his quinoa

and, god it kills harley to act like this at dinner

but it’s the plan he agreed to

harley is SO RUDE

he kind of feels bad for doing this to pepper

but when peter says, “daddy can you pass me the salt?” and tony and harley both reach their arms out to get it

he feels like there’s no saving himself anyway

so after the fifth “that’s what she said” joke, the dinner is over

and tony wants to walk harley out, no matter how much peter protests

that’s alright with me

they walk in silence until they reach the door

and tony breaks down

he grabs harley’s shoulder so hard and he SHAKES with laughter

and harley’s so confused

until tony says “nice work, kid.”

??????

what why is iron man congratulating him for discussing his last prostate exam at the dinner table what is happening is he gonna die he’s gonna die isn’t he

“takes guts to pull that kinda shit off. especially when your boyfriend’s dad is iron man”

pull what off?? they didn’t pull off anything, the plan clearly failed, tony seems.. happy?

“you’re a good kid. i doubt it was easy, embarrassing yourself in front of your boyfriend’s parents, but you made peter happy. just do me a favour and act like i chewed you out at the door? i think that’s what he wanted”

ohhh

okay

so tony’s a cool dad

harley’s not gonna die today

that’s nice

right before he leaves, tony smiles at him and says, “nice tattoo by the way”

harley smirks and leaves.

so peter’s happy, tony’s happy and harley’s happy. win win situation!

now harley just needs to make sure tony never ever finds out his tattoo is actually of war machine.

#parkner #parkner fic #this isnt a fic its just rambling #parkneroses #i need to stop #if ur reading this drink water #i hate myself for this #keenker #parley #potatowebs #spiderlad

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maywildflowers · 5 years

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15, 17, 58? -parkneroses

15. Favorite book I read as a high school student

I fucking adored the Scarlet Letter. Growing up in a Christian home, reading into the hypocrisy of the church and what makes people good or not...just loved it.

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My flip flops. I love shoes for the aestethic purpose, but actually having them on my feet sucks. Flip flops are best for that

58. Four talents I'm proud of having

That's a hard one lol. Uuummm I'm really good at grabbing things with my feet. Seems useless, but I love it and my husband thinks it's great. I think I'm okay at writing and I absolutely love doing it. I consider my dog skills/animal skills a talent because it literally does not matter what's happened to animals or what kind they are, we get along incredibly well. Aaaannndddd I can cure myself of hiccups in literally two seconds

Thanks darling 😘

#ask #answered #parkneroses

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parknerficrecblog · 3 years

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One bed trope?

I have trouble finding this trope for parkner so either its not tagged properly or its just not written a lot.

every single step is one step closer to saying what you feel by impravidus - Harley Keener never meant to be the lead of Midtown's spring production of The Little Mermaid, but when he sees the theatre photographer, Peter Parker, he realizes that it may not all be bad.

Was That A Love Tap? by Maya_Di_Angelo - “I- You- Was that a love tap?” His voice raised an octave. Behind him Harley heard two synchronising cackles (he’d bet his M9 Potato Gun that it was Harry and MJ) as he covered his face tiredly. This utter idiot.

Butter Croissants by parkneroses - “Morning, lovebirds,” Tony said gleefully. Harley groaned and grabbed his pillow tighter, pulling it flush to his chest and burying his face in it to shield himself from the light. Except, the thing in his arms was something much harder than a pillow, and the scent of chemical coconut filling his lungs was definitely of a shampoo. His sentient pillow groaned, pulling him closer and mumbled, “Five more minutes, Miss’r Stark.”

When Your Friend Interfere by WaywardFairchild - Peter and Harley go to a business meeting where Peter's assistant as messed up the booking. What will the two boys do? CW: sex, alcohol, drunk sex

#one bed #parkner

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just-things-things · 4 years

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If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog! - parkneroses

Haha, another one! These are so fun, thank you for the ask! The ask box is open to anyone, btw!

Three facts about me:

I can quote the entirety of Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, and Heathers! I don't know when that will ever help me, but yeah!

I have one dog, his name is Hiro and I love him more than I love myself:

3. My favorite Marvel movie is Thor: Ragnarok soley for the fact that it's a cinematic masterpiece and is hilarious!

Thanks for the ask ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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ao3feed-harleypeter · 5 years

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by parkneroses

harley’s favourite colour had always been pink.

Words: 780, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Fluff, mild angst but like not really, just harley's dad stuff yanno, But very fluffy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, lower case intentional, Harley Keener Needs a Hug

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #harley keener #peter parker #parley #parkner #keenker #spiderlad

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ao3feed-harleykeener · 4 years

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by parkneroses

A tale of enhanced senses, bittersweet memories and the importance of being who you want to be. Or who you’re supposed to be. Possibly both, or maybe neither, Harley hasn’t quite figured it out yet.

Words: 924, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of No Sleep In Quarantine

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Light Angst, Mention of Canonical Character Death, harley's dad sucks in the pfu (parkeroses fanfic universe), fighting through toxic masculinity, no beta we die like men, i just really like commas okay

#AO3 works tagged 'Harley Keener'#ao3feed #fanfic #harley keener #mcu #ao3feed-harleykeener #ao3

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venetum · 5 years

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Monachopsis - Prologue

a peter parker x harley keener fanfic

read on ao3

prologue:

Tony was sat in his lab working on the schematics for a new Spider-Man suit when eighteen-year-old Harley made the front page of his first tabloid. It wasn’t completely unexpected, of course, especially with the high degree of interest held by the internet and the media when it came to Tony Stark’s adopted son, but he’d never expected to see quite such a familiar scene staring back at him.

His son was splayed across the couch in what looked to be a booth in some high-end club or the other, one of his hands up a girl’s skirt and the other gripping the shirt of the boy he was kissing, the blurring caused by the poor lighting doing little to conceal the group.

Tony had simply shaken his head, asking Friday to get rid of the image and making a mental note to check in on Harley later. It had been the first time something like this had been caught on camera, after all. It’d be best to make sure something like that didn’t happen again. Not that he thought he had anything to worry about, of course. Teenagers made mistakes all the time, and he was sure Pepper could have the PR side of the situation handled within a matter of seconds.

Fast-forward a couple of years, Tony couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at how naïve he’d been. With the now innumerable tabloid covers that Harley was featured on in various less-than-favourable positions displayed on the hologram in front of him, Tony couldn’t help but wonder how he hadn’t noticed that his son was headed right down the same fucked-up path he’d travelled all those years ago. It had taken nearly dying multiple times and a rather determined Pepper Potts to get Tony to come to his senses, and he was determined that he wasn’t going to let his kid waste away the rest of his life.

It had started off with what Tony and Pepper had both assumed to be harmless high school parties, and escalated over the years as Harley fell in with the wrong crowd, a group of well-bred assholes with a penchant for partying that Tony recognised almost too well. His kid had been heading down the same fucked-up path as him for nearly three years, and Tony hadn’t noticed until it was too late.

It had been easy for Tony to believe the kid was better than him—perhaps Tony had simply hoped that the kid might have learnt from Tony’s mistakes—but after returning from a rather harrowing meeting with the board of directors at Stark Industries and having found Harley drunk at Morgan’s birthday party only the day before, the pair had been provided with the reality check they sorely needed.

When Tony and Pepper had floated the idea of bringing Harley into work for SI after graduation, allowing them to groom him to take over from Pepper in a few years and lessen their involvement slightly, there had been vehement denial from the board. It wasn’t that any of them doubted the potential the young Stark presented, nor did they deny that he was the right person for the job, provided he could leave his bad habits behind when he graduated. No, it was his reputation the board had a problem with. SI had already had to suffer under the reign of one playboy addict, they’d told the pair, and would be damned if it did so once again. Harley would have to clean up his act, both in and outside of the tabloids, in order for them to even consider his position as future CEO of the company. Having been told this by outsiders after the antics his son had already pulled that weekend had reenforced the severity of Harley’s problem in the mind of the couple.

So there they sat, Tony slumped down on the sofa in Pepper’s office, his gaze resting heavily on the images in front of him and for a split second Tony couldn’t help but wish that Harley had turned out more like his other (unofficial) son. He couldn’t help but wish that Harley had been a bit more like Peter. Peter who would have never shown up wasted to his five-year-old sister’s birthday party in the middle of the day, who the board would have had no problem with appointing to any role within the company. But the thought vanished as fast as it had appeared, however, because deep down Tony knew that he wouldn’t replace Peter or Harley for the world.

He sighed, running his hand over his beard as he tried to come up with a solution to their conundrum. He turned to Pepper.

“What do we do?”

Pepper took a seat next to Tony.

“Honestly? I don’t know. Putting the board aside for a second, Harley obviously needs help. But he’s also one of the most stubborn people I know. He isn’t just going to accept that he has a problem, especially when it hasn’t been noticeably interfering with his day-to-day life.”

Tony nodded, “The kid’s too smart for his own good, but not in the ways that count, apparently. We’re going to have to be sneaky about this. Start by cleaning up his reputation in the press, maybe, and go from there. The sooner we get him away from those friends of his, the better.”

Pepper pursed her lips. “That’s going to be harder than you think. The media loves the outrageous headlines he provides them with on a daily basis. Whatever we do is going to have to be pretty big.” She turned her gaze to the hologram in front of the two, swiping away the images on the screen and immediately jotting down ideas for ways to work on Harley’s image.

In the meanwhile, Tony allowed his gaze to travel before it settled on the pictures Pepper had on her desk of Harley and Peter when the pair had both still been in high school, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ready to take on the world by storm.

“What if…” Tony began, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on the picture. “What if we had the kid date Peter?”

(A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the prologue! Shoot me a message to be added to the tag list for this fic or if you guys just want to talk!)

Tags:

@livinglife1516 @philipshaaayyyy @parkneroses @mauverawrites @walk-in-the-parkner

#m writes #parkner #parkner fanfiction #peter parker x harley keener #peter parker fanfiction #harley keener #tony stark #irondad #parkner fake dating au

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parkerparts · 5 years

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it’s big uwu hours !!

@harleydeservesbetterkeener @tyemmamarvel @peachy-keener @sapphic-tea-leaves @parallelparkner @theamazingbiderman2 @yeehaw-parkner @starksnack @charliebradburyismyspirit-animal @kxtsukibxkugou @high-quality-not @disasterwiccan @disasterpal @offbrand-celestial @maywildflowers @starrynyxa @wizardstove @parkneroses (+ others i’m big scatter-brained rn)

life is messy, but you guys honestly are some of the most amazing people i’ve ever met and thank for for existing!! i adore all of you, and i feel like i don’t say it or show it enough and i know this mega appreciation post isn’t going to make up for that but it’s a start.

the world is a better place with your soul in it.

#shenanigans!

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peter-parkner · 5 years

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🎃 Thanks for 300 + Opening Requests 🎃

I truly cannot believe we’ve reached 300 followers! WOWZA 🖤 In celebration of friends, followers and Halloween (aka The Best Holiday), I’m opening prompt based requests for the entire month of October.

👻 Rules 👻

Parkner only (romantic or platonic)

There is no request limit per person, just pls don’t spam me

If your prompt isn’t from the list it will be deleted! Tropes/small plot points can accompany your pick though 😁

No follow/rb/like is necessary! (but it’d be cooler if you did)

Requests must be sent in by 10/31/19

Pick a fall/Halloween themed prompt from here:

October Prompt List

Then send it here:

My ask box!

👻 Tagging some friends & followers so I can let y'all know how great you are 🐱 Thanks again for making this corner of the internet a little nicer 🎃 #loveyou3000

@wizardstove @yeehaw-parkner @parkneroses @parknerplease @harleydeservesbetterkeener @high-quality-not @peterparcouer @maywildflowers @disasterwiccan @parallelparkner @peterman-spideyparker @spidey-mcspideyface @spidey-lad @niirnelena @shxkita-blog @ironstarkson @phoenixluvr @life-is-ciphered @alittlebitfrosty @appleroses5 @kayte-wren @sapphic-tea-leaves @omnidudes @3-thousand @too-many-baes @romeoandjulietyouwish @roopaint

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ao3feed-stucky · 4 years

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by parkneroses

Podfic of 'Butter Croissants' by parkneroses (that's me!)

“Morning, lovebirds,” Tony said gleefully.

Harley groaned and grabbed his pillow tighter, pulling it flush to his chest and burying his face in it to shield himself from the light.

Except, the thing in his arms was something much harder than a pillow, and the scent of chemical coconut filling his lungs was definitely of a shampoo.

His sentient pillow groaned, pulling him closer and mumbled, “Five more minutes, Miss’r Stark.”

(Rated T for language)

Words: 4, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Domestic Avengers, Not Canon Compliant, Humor, Crack, kind of, Precious Peter Parker, written from 1am - 4am, so excuse the quality of writing, no beta we die like men, There's only One Bed!, i'm a sucker for tropes, Fluff, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes, Audio Format: Streaming

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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dykeninthdoctor · 4 years

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tagged by: @official-impravidus tagging: @peachy-keener, @highqualitynot, @parkneroses, @theamazingbiderman2 and @sl33pybear (and anyone else)

here’s link!

#(the ones cut off are mutual pining sharing a bed and slow burn)#tag game #writing #aven.txt

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parkneroses · 5 years

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Parkner #04 please! MJ, Ned, Peter and Harley are #squad, but Peter and Harley have a love/hate relationship (even tho it's obvious to everyone else they're idiots in love). I've blown through every AO3 fic and need more content :/ Thanks!

04 - “I’d punch you, but that’d ruin your perfect face.”word count: 2034 | if you enjoy this, buy me a coffee?

“Hey Penis, nice sweater! What’s it made of, your mom’s chest hair?- Oh, wait, never mind,” said Flash, pushing in front of Peter in the cafeteria queue. Flash’s little group of cronies forced their way in behind their leader and snickered, glaring at Peter whenever they could.

Harley smacked his tray down on the table Ned and MJ were sitting at. Ned jumped about a foot in the air and stared at Harley in shock. MJ didn’t even flinch.

“This motherfucker is really tryna make me hate Mean Girls.”

MJ looked up from her book. It wasn’t something that happened often, so Harley decided he would sit down. To, like, show her some respect. It wasn’t weird.

“Peter’s been leaving decathlon early for the last two weeks. He only does that so he doesn’t miss the train when he’s too sad to swing home. Some good news might be pretty good for him right now. And it might be good for you too. You can thank me later.” MJ said, breaking the illusion of disinterest that usually surrounded her. Her voice was always a little softer when she spoke about Peter.

Peter had that kind of effect on people. They would take one look at him, five foot something always clad in baggy cargo pants and a sweater that didn’t fit him, and suddenly every paternal instinct they didn’t know they had would come out to shine. Harley wondered if he bought his clothes like that on purpose. Maybe it felt nice being surrounded by so much soft material? Being six feet tall, fairly muscular and with very broad shoulders, Harley tended to be a larger size anyway, so he’d never really tried it. Sometimes he liked to imagine Peter in his clothes. Maybe in a hoodie, with the large hood pulled so far over his head it hung in front of his pretty brown eyes, or in one of his many flannels, complaining about how country Harley was while breathing in his scent. It was a pretty sight- or at least, Harley imagined it to be. He didn’t exactly know if he’d ever get the chance to see it in real life.

He was pulled out of his reverie when Ned spoke.

“What do you mean? What good news do you have Harley? Ned furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Nothin’. None. Don’t got any news, I dunno what she’s talkin’ about.” Harley muttered. He hated that MJ could read him so easily. Nothing was ever going to happen between Peter and him, so he tried not to get his hopes up. Harley wasn’t even quite sure if Peter even liked him. He didn’t even mean, like, in that way. It was just that-

Peter was so damn pretty. And Harley really liked looking at him. And in New York, that was okay, but Harley wasn’t from New York, he was from bumfuck Tennessee, where looking at pretty boys got you hung from your itchy school tie on a clothes hook in the boys’ locker room. It was kind of traumatising, and so Harley had learned to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself, which resulted in him ignoring Peter, or being extra cold towards him for no reason, which then resulted in arguments, and fights, and- yeah, there was no way Peter would ever like him. Harley hated being the reason Peter stopped smiling, but he had this bad habit where every time he caught himself getting lost in Peter’s eyes, or staring at his pretty lips, he would force himself to stop by saying something snarky to Peter that he one hundred percent did not mean. Then he would have to watch the corners of Peter’s lips turn down in confusion, and then his eyes would narrow and he would say something equally snarky back, and then they would be bickering again and Harley could feel his chances slipping away through his fingers.

It wasn’t so bad in the lab. At least, Harley didn’t think it was. Peter seemed pretty reluctant to fight in front of Tony. They would work quietly on opposite sides of the room, or when Tony was in the lab with them they would use him as a buffer for their awkwardness. If Tony noticed anything weird about how they acted around him, he didn’t mention it. Though Harley wasn’t entirely sure Tony ever paid attention to things outside of what he was fiddling with at any given time. It would explain a lot.

Today, they were alone in the lab. Tony had been forced out by Pepper for some business proposal, so he had reluctantly decided to just leave the two teenagers to their own devices.

“Try not to blow anything up!” Tony had yelled before leaving the lab, to which Peter had rolled his eyes, and Harley had replied “No promises!”

Peter was tinkering with his web-shooters, forehead creased and eyes squinting in concentration. He was so beautiful when he worked- and so clever, formulas and diagnostics dancing off his tongue, stars in his eyes as if the little pieces of metal in front of him yielded a whole world of opportunities. It was breathtaking to watch, yet also heartbreaking because Harley knew as soon as Peter caught him staring, the ethereal smile would slip off his face and he would bundle himself up as though he was trying to hide from the big bad world around him.

Harley gave up. There was no way in hell Peter would ever like him back, and he cared about the little shit too much to continue pretending to hate him. Harley would just have to suck it up, and try and be friends with Peter without falling infinitely more for him. He would start simple - get him coffee. That was a thing friends did for each other, right?

Peter didn’t notice when he slipped out of the lab.

Harley placed the grande Starbucks cup down on the workbench in front of Peter, who was still tinkering with the same part of his web shooter- albeit now with much less enthusiasm, bags under his eyes now much more prominent as he stared with blank eyes at the mechanical puzzle he couldn’t seem to figure out.

“What’s this?” He asked.

Harley shrugged and took a swig of his own black coffee. Peter eyed the cup apprehensively, before reaching out and taking a tentative sip. He looked up at Harley in confusion.

“How’d you know my order?”

“Dunno. Guess I just remembered it.”

That was a lie. He had a vague idea it was something with lots of caramel and sugar and whipped cream, but in hopeless fear of getting it wrong he had texted both Happy and Tony to ask. Tony hadn’t replied- not because he was in a meeting, he had read the message, but most likely because he was an asshole who liked to watch the world burn. Or at least, Harley’s world.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Peter said, a pretty peach blush spreading across his cheeks. Harley felt himself melt at the sight. He took a step forward and put his cup down on the bench. Peter didn’t look up, continuing to fiddle with his project, so Harley grabbed the wheely chair from behind his own workbench and pulled it up to sit across from Peter. He faced the chair away from the bench and sat down on it backwards, with his chest resting against the padded back support, reaching his arms around to grab his coffee again.

“What’cha doin’?” Harley asked.

Peter wheeled his chair to the hologram table beside his workbench and gestured for Harley to come with him. He pulled up a projection of his web-shooters, and began taking pieces away and zooming in to the pressure sensor on the release mechanism.

“This fucking thing,” Peter said and Harley chucked.

“What’s wrong with it?”

Peter looked up at him incredulously.

“It… doesn’t work?”

“Oh. Can I take a look?” Harley asked. He wasn’t really as smart as Peter when it came to chemistry, but he was a mechanic, an engineer. He could do wires and metal. Plus, a fresh pair of eyes were always helpful. Peter nodded and the pair walked back to where the little demon device was sitting on Peter’s desk.

Harley picked it up gently, turning it over in his hands and examining it. He gently moved Peter out of the way and sat in the chair that was in front of the magnifying glass. He searched the table for something small enough to prod at the device- his fingers weren’t as dainty as Peter's, and they were callused from years of working with heavy metals and power tools. He found a scrap piece of copper wire and used it to pick up the flap of metal covering the pressure sensor. He held it under the magnifying glass, and-

“Peter, you’re gonna kill me.”

Peter choked on his coffee. “What’d you do? Did you break it? I swear to god Keener if you broke my web shooter you are replacing it yourself because I am so sick of-”

Harley cut him off.

“No, I didn’t break it. I found the problem,” he said. Peter’s eyes went comically wide, and Harley budged himself half off the chair so Peter could sit next to him. He was acutely aware of how close they were once Peter sat down- hips pressed together, Peter’s head only reaching his shoulder, but he forced himself to ignore it.

“See here?” Harley said as he lifted up the flap again. “The wire that actually connects to the pressure sensor is coming up at a weird angle so it’s attached when you look at it like this,” Harley held the device up for Peter to see, “but every time you actually hit the sensor the wire detaches and it stops working.”

Peter’s shoulders dropped and he grabbed the shooter back from Harley and stared at it, before turning to Harley with fire in his eyes.

“I have been working on this fucking thing for six fucking hours and I couldn’t figure it out and then you come here, look at it for TWO MINUTES, and you fucking figured it out. I can’t fucking believe this. I’d punch you, but that’d ruin your perfect face.” Peter ranted, although he didn’t sound angry so much as he was annoyed.

That shocked Harley, but he tried to play it cool. “You say fuck a lot when you’re mad. It’s kinda hot. You think my face is perfect?” he said.

Peter blushed.

“Wh- I didn’t say that” He lied. His cheeks turned a shade Harley could only describe as fire-engine red as he realised what Harley had said. “You think I’m hot?” He asked.

Harley smiled. “Yes, I do. And yes you did, you said you don’t wanna punch me ‘cause it’d ruin my perfect face. So which one you gonna do?”

Peter stared at him in confusion.

“The punch or the face?”

Peter still looked confused.

Harley sighed. “I’m phrasing that badly. I was tryna be smooth but it ain’t workin’ right now so I’m just gonna say it. Parker, I want you to kiss me until I can’t breathe. But if you don’t wanna do that, you’re welcome ‘ta punch me instead.”

Harley didn’t think Peter would punch him, but he braced himself anyway. Squinting his eyes shut and scrunching up his face, he waited for a hit he knew wouldn’t come. He wondered if the other boy could hear his heart racing. He could feel Peter’s breath on his face from how close they were sitting, and barely heard the faint whisper of his name before a pair of soft lips were pressing up against his, and Peter’s hands reached up to grab where Harley’s undercut was growing out. Harley relaxed and kissed him back desperately, sliding his hands up under Peter’s giant sweater to hold him properly.

This was not how he’d expected trying to be friends with Peter to go, but he couldn’t exactly complain. He supposed he would have to thank MJ after all.

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Island Song

Parkner Day 1!! I didn’t actually think that I would successfully be able to publish this tonight, but here we are!! Some sort of messy ending and everything!! Much thanks to @even-dead-im-the-hero for letting me panic and ramble to them about this, and @bellaxbeatrice and @parkneroses for giving me some much needed encouragement <3

day 1: “Road work ahead?” | Word count: 2k | Avaliable on Ao3 here

“No, sweetheart, I promise. You’re gonna love it,” Harley declared again, smiling over at Peter as he drove. “I’m just saying, the last time that you promised me that, you filled my web-shooters with silly string,” the younger replied, rolling his eyes but eventually sinking into a smile. He couldn’t help himself, he really did love everything his boyfriend did for him. “This is different. Last time, we weren’t in Hawaii, so… yeah. Big difference.” Tony and Stephen had recently decided that the life that they and Peter lived back in New York was too stressful, which lead to Tony booking them all an impromptu vacation to Hawaii. Somehow, Peter had apparently made a good enough impression on Harley’s parentals that they had decided that it was completely necessary to bring him along for the ride, and the older boy could not agree more. Two weeks on a tropical island with his boyfriend? There was literally nothing better in this world. It was only their third day on the island, but Harley had done his research and had the absolute perfect day planned. He had forced Peter out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am and told him that he urgently needed to get his swim trunks and a sweatshirt on and meet him in the car in 10 minutes. The brunet groaned and moaned but ended up doing exactly as he was instructed, and landed curled up in the passenger seat of the Jeep with three minutes to spare. Harley grinned happily as he silently drove them onto the path to their first destination. “Where are we going?” Peter asked, only six or so minutes into their drive. Harley shrugged knowingly and turned up the music before reaching over and carefully lacing their fingers together. Thirty minutes later, the Harley got off the highway and drove into a small, rundown looking artsy area, which was unusually full of cars for how early in the day it was. Peter sat up and pulled his hood down to glance at the houses that they passed and gave his boyfriend a confused look. “Unless you decided to do some charity work today, I think I’m more confused than when we left the house.” “Just wait, baby,” He said softly, driving into the parking lot of what looked like an antique mall, with less organization and more tables. The blond threw the Jeep in park and smirked over to Peter. “Okay. Get ready to have your tastebuds amazed.” Peter snorted a laugh and rolled his eyes, but as soon as he opened the door, he was shut up. Harley was obviously right. “C’mon, sugar. We got reservations for 8:10.” The two laced their fingers together again as they walked up to a small greeting area, where a plump Hawaiian lady met them. Obviously, they were outrageously busy, so the woman was stressed, but took the time to throw a kind smile at them. “The wait will be 30 minutes to an hour,” she said without thinking, busying herself with menus and silverware for another group waiting to be sat. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we’ve uh... We have reservations. Under Keener, for two..” Harley said, his lips peeking into a smile as he glanced over to Peter, whose face was glowing with a light pink blush. “Oh!” she said, sounding surprised. She searched through the book and smiled when her finger found their name. “Yes yes. Come on, right over here. Corner booth alright with you?” The boys nodded contently as they followed her to a tiny booth in the far corner, right next to the window to the highway. There were plants hanging in the window, and a small fan sat in the door next to them, and the most delicious smells filled the air. Peter took a deep breath as he sat down across from Harley, who had already begun to hungerly look over the menu. “Holy shit..” The older boy whispered, whistling at all the choices. “Literally everything in here looks so good. I want everything. Think we could get everything?” Peter laughed as he looked over the options. Well, he wasn’t wrong. “We should,” he said absentmindedly, his brain preoccupied with reading the description on the red velvet pancakes. “Wait- Harley, no. Do not get everything!”Twenty minutes later, the table was filled with food of all sorts. Stacks of pancakes were in the middle, Loco Moco filled most of Harley’s side, while Peter stuck with some Kalua pork and more pancakes, this time with guava flavoring and quite possibly the best sauce either of them have ever tasted. It took them nearly an hour to make a dent in the mountain of food, even with Peter’s speedy metabolism, but it was more than okay to both of them. By the time half of the red velvet pancakes were gone, they both were stuffed. Eventually, the hefty bill was brought to them, to which Harley proudly handed Tony’s credit card back. Within minutes, they were back in the Jeep, feeling much more energized and excited for the day.The next stop was somewhat a drive away. The GPS was set for the windward side of the island, which so far was filled with tiny fruit stands, surf shops that looked like they were one hurricane away from destruction, and the most friendly people either of them could meet, which was a very welcomed change of pace as opposed to the New Yorkers that they were used to. Harley had pulled off to the side of the road only twenty minutes into their trip after Peter jokingly suggested that they needed to try coconut milk at least once on their journey. “Harley- what? No! I was kidding!” Peter called out the window of the jeep, already breaking down into giggles as he watched the blond march across the street to vender, which was guarded by a very buff Hawaiian man. If it weren’t for the man’s sudden smile, Peter would have been worried for Harley’s safety. Seconds later, he returned across the street with an armful of fresh fruit, two strange-looking saran-wrapped sushi things, and two coconuts with straws hanging out of them. “I got us some stuff for the trip,” he said triumphantly. He walked to the backseat and dumped the fruit on top of the blankets that were packed in, then motioned for Peter to come out of the car and join him. When they were both sitting on the hood of the car, Harley handed Peter a coconut and leaned his head on his shoulder. The sun was creating patterns on their legs because of the trees above them, which Peter started tracing over, causing Harley to laugh and squirm away with a squeak of “No fair, you know I’m ticklish!” Peter laughed and pulled his hand away in mock surrender, before looking down at the coconut in his hand. “So.. are you gonna drink yours first? Or me first? Or at the same time?” He asked, bringing his eyes up to meet Harley’s bright blue ones. God, the greenery around them and the sunlight above them truly did him some good. He looked absolutely breathtaking. Noticing his sudden staring, Harley ducked down and kissed him softly. Peter hummed a satisfied noise before pulling away. “Are you avoiding this?” He asked, raising an eyebrow before pointing down to the coconuts. “I don’t avoid anything,” Harley responded stubbornly, smirking and taking a long swig from the bright green straw. The reactions were almost immediate- coconut milk was being spat feet away from the Jeep, followed by a yelp of disgust, which leads to Peter nearly falling off the hood with laughter. “Do I-” the boy was cut off by his continuous laughter. “Are you still gonna make me drink mine?” “You think I’m gonna suffer alone?! Sugar, you’ve gotta down the whole thing for laughing at me like that!” Peter scoffed and shoved his boyfriend playfully. “You screamed! Like, full out screamed! Like, dropped your croissants screamed!” He responded, earning a glare, which was obviously covering a loving smile. “You drink it! See if you can not scream.” And so he did. Peter brought the identical bright green straw up to his lips and took a sip. What shocked him was the bitter-sweet taste that washed over his tongue. He turned to Harley, his brows drawing together as he took another drink. This was actually really good! “Was… was yours bad or something? Maybe the coconut rotted?” he suggested, glancing down at the other drink, mainly to dodge Harley’s confused, almost offended look. “No way. You like that? No way.” He picked up the younger boy’s drink and took a short sip, nearly gagging as soon as the liquid touched his taste buds. “Petey, I think your mouth is broken,” he stated, shaking his head as he thrust both coconuts back towards his boyfriend. Peter happily took them back, already sipping from one of the straws as Harley shook his head in mock disgust.The remainder of their morning consisted of a road trip to a secret beach Harley had found out about by talking with the Coconut Vendor Man, in which he had almost gotten them miserably lost (though, neither of them would have actually minded). The older boy was preoccupied with impressing his boyfriend with his singing to hear the GPS instructions to go left on the tiny dirt road that leads them off the highway, so they continued on. Peter was giggling loudly when Harley noticed a sign on the side of the road. “Heh.. Road work ahead? Uh, yeah. I sure hope it does,” he murmured, already giggling at his own joke as they sped on. “Harley, that says road closed ahead.” “Shit.” The car squealed to a stop as they saw said closed road, which leads to Harley showing off a very poorly executed three-point turnaround in the middle of the deserted highway. From there, they paid more attention to the voice of the GPS, which landed them in the most perfect little hide-a-way. They set up the blanket in a sandy grove, which was covered in small trees, just small enough to climb on and jump into the crystal clear water. The fruit they had collected earlier in the day sat with their sweatshirts, tank tops, and sandals under the trees until much later in the day, when they would wander up, soaking wet and cracking up laughing, to take a short refuel break. They continued their swimming, climbing, and fruit-eating routine until late into the night when the sun began to sink into the waves. Harley had built a small fire using dried out driftwood, which was what he claimed to be the one and only skill he retained from boy scouts back in elementary school before Tony adopted him. No matter where he had learned it from, Peter was simply astonished by his boyfriend’s ability. After the fire was settled, Harley opened his arms and invited Peter to come over and cuddle up in front of the newfound heat. The brunette was there without hesitation. The sun continued to set as Harley softly hummed country songs in Peter’s ears, pressing a soft kiss onto the curls on the back of his head every couple of verses. Peter’s dark eyes drifted shut as night surrounded them, the moment too relaxing for them to remain open. ‘I really could get used to this,’ he thought to himself, the combination of the fire and the waves and Harley’s sweet accent enough to slowly lull him into sleep. Only minutes later, the older boy carefully lifted him back into the car, where he wrapped the blanket gently around him and turned on his favorite album, before starting the long drive home. The windows were down as Harley got back to the hotel, letting the salty night time air mingle with Peter’s soft snoring and the echo of guitars from the radio. He looked over to his boyfriend in the passenger seat as he pulled into the driveway of their Airbnb, just taking in his messy brown hair peeking out from his own sweatshirt, the way his lips were slightly open as he slept, how peaceful his expression was, and he thought that he really might be in heaven.

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