#macy keener

[toongrrl-blog]

The last chapter!

#crossover #fan fiction #mad men #hey arnold #never have i ever #benvi #macie lightfoot #ben gross #devi vishwakumar #ginger foutley #jamie ryan #dr edna keener #dr bliss

[melancholicbutterflies]

a Papa Bear story

♡ PART III ♡

Summary: Your best friend invites you over for your first sleepover!

Tags/Warnings: protective!elvis, mentions of corporal punishment

Word Count: 2,858

YOU WERE SO excited. Finally, you'd been old enough to be allowed to take part in your very first sleepover! Your good friend Macy had invited you and, after a brief talk with your momma, plans were underway. After school on Friday, Macy's momma would pick you two up and you'd go to the mall for a bit to shop and walk around and have dinner, and then you'd go to their house to hang out. Macy said they had a whole slew of movies and it was really up to them; in their household things were laxer, and you couldn't wait. You loved your momma and step daddy but gosh, Elvis could be really strict and there didn't always seem to be a rhyme or reason why, at least in your young, early adolescent mind. Since the next day was Saturday, Macy's momma would drop you off sometime in the afternoon, so you could sleep in and just have a ball.

The only thing that concerned you some was your momma hadn't mentioned anything about Elvis knowing about your plans. He wasn't home, on a tour somewhere out west and had been for a few weeks now, and so he wouldn't have known right away anyhow, but usually he liked to be updated and would call frequently, insisting to speak to you. Ever since your conversations, and when you'd become a woman as he called it (you still didn't quite feel that way), he seemed to keep an even keener eye on you. It was not unusual for him to inquire about your who with and how you were spending your time, but not in any sort of way that made you think it was purely out of curiosity. There was always this undercurrent of if you said the wrong thing he'd be angry with you, and even in the few years you'd known him you just couldn't take him being upset with you for any reason.

Macy appeared to have a very different relationship with her daddy. He was often around because he worked a nine to five job, but she talked to him in a way that would have earned you a spanking for being 'disrespectful'. In fact, there seemed to be very few rules in her household, something that made you in awe of and somewhat frustrated. After all, why couldn't you get to do what you wanted whenever you wanted and how you'd like it?

Macy's momma waved to you from her minivan, smiling. She was leant up against it, smoking, as she waited for you two to finish up and walk over. "Great to see you, Y/N!" She brought you in for a hug, already feeling very familiar. Her affection was a nice change of pace from your momma who you loved but wasn't oft to show it so demonstrably as your daddy. She gave Macy the same treatment with an added zealous kiss on the crown of her head. "Feel like getting some ice cream on the way?" She asked, going around to the driver's side. "I know we probably shouldn't spoil our dinners, but, what the heck, I say?!"

"Yay!" Macy cried, and your eyes widened as you looked at her in excitement. "Could we really?" You asked.

"Sure, why not? It's Friday, and you girls are always working so hard in school. You deserve a treat!"

It was hot as Hades, and so the line was unexpectedly short. Not long after you were on your way to the mall with three single scoop ice cream cones in hand, and the windows down letting in some much needed breezy air. "Any shops you girls want to look at in particular?"

"Oh, well, there's this jewelry store I wanna look at. How about you, Y/N?"

"I didn't have any I thought of, I'd be happy to just walk around with you."

Macy turned you, suddenly mischievous. "Ooh, what if we run into some cute boys from school?"

You paused in licking your ice cream cone, unable to stop your glance from flicking between your friend her mom, who seemed preoccupied singing with the song on the radio. "Oh, I don't know."

"Why not? I heard Tommy comes here all the time." Tommy was a boy in your class that Macy really liked. You just thought he was annoying, but his friend was a lot nicer you thought. You just never tried anything because of the conversation you recalled with your step daddy. He'd been pretty clear about how he felt about boys.

"Y/N!" Macy moved a hand in front of your face to get your attention.

"Yeah, maybe. We're just there to have fun though."

The first shop you went into was the one that Macy was set on. It was sort of girly, but had jewelry and earrings for every kind of piercing you could put in your ear. "Look at me!" She cried, looking from the mirror to you in a whole set of costume jewelry.

"You look so cool," you agreed.

Later on you found a case of different sunglasses and tried those on, striking ridiculous poses to each other. Marcy's momma was always near but didn't supervise you closely. She was sitting on a bench outside one of the stores you were in thumbing through a magazine with Grace Kelly on it.

Macy's hand came on you suddenly and she leaned in to whisper in your ear, "don't look now, but I think that's Tommy and his friend over by the hot dog stand. I said don't look!"

"How am I supposed to see them?"

She sighed. "Well, fine, but just don't make it obvious. I don't want them to think we're some kind of creeps staring!"

You refrained from telling her that was exactly what you were right now, but did as she bade. Inconspicuously you saw his friend was the one you had a small crush on, Danny. They were both pretty oblivious, talking and laughing and carrying on in their own little bubble.

"Should I go up to them and say something?" Macy asked. "What do you think?"

"I don't know—"

"You're right, too forward. maybe we should pretend to walk in front of them and not see them, and they'll say something? Then it was their idea."

"I guess." You didnt want to come off as a stick in the mud, but you kept hearing your daddy's words in the back of your head. If he knew you were even thinking of talking to boys he'd be furious with you. And with your momma for allowing it to happen. As if it was her job to guard you. Again you felt some resentment creeping in: Macy didn't have to worry about any of that. It just wasn't fair.

Your inner dialogue was interrupted as Macy tugged on your arm insistently, "come on, let's pretend to walk by them. Tommy better say something," she grumbled. You didn't have any reason to fight her on it and decided to just play along. Macy was pretty demanding when she wanted to be.

The boys hadn't seen you at first, but when Macy made a show of stopping to tie her shoes in front of them they finally noticed you. "Hey, it's, um, Mary, right?" Tommy spoke first, glancing between the two of you. "Macy," she corrected, smiling wider than you'd ever seen her smile. "And you're Tommy, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"We have a bunch of classes together. Actually, we sit near each other in home ec. This is my friend, Y/N, she in our grade too."

"Hi," you greet shyly, trying not to look at Danny for too long. He was even cuter up close!

"Y/N," Danny said, "I remember you. You're the girl who's super good with numbers!" He seemed very impressed by this, and you were tickled that he noticed you, even if it was for something pretty nerdy.

"Thank you! And um, you're really good in English."

"Yeah, maybe we should tutor each other," he laughs. He doesn't realize you latch onto this, desperately hoping it could happen. You could see it now.

Tommy's digging his hands into his jean pockets, swaying back and forth on his heel. "Well, I reckon we should probably get going. Got a movie we're seein' tonight."

"Without your folks?" You asked.

The boys turned to look at each other and laughed. "Yeah, our folks trust us, you know."

No, you didn't, but you nodded like you did.

"It's a real scary one," Danny added. "'The Bloodening', it's called. Have you gals heard of it?"

"Woah, that's a real creepy one!" Macy said, and you mirrored her expression as if you had any idea of what they were talking about.

"Yeah, so we better get goin'. Nice to run into ya though. You girls take care all right?"

"We will!"

"Thanks!" You said.

Macy turned to you afterwards and giggled. "Why did you thank them?"

"I have no idea!" You laughed.

After eating some Chinese for dinner, Macy's momma drove you back to their place. They lived in a quiet neighborhood with a lot of similar looking houses next to each other. It wasn't as nice as Graceland, far from it, but for ordinary folk you think it was pretty nice.

The first thing you did was get changed into your PJs. Macy's were a little blander than yours, and for the first time you felt a little ashamed at how you looked.

"What is that?" She giggled, eyes racing up and down your bunny pajamas. "It's so..."

"So what?" You asked defensively. your daddy had picked it out special for you and you hadn't the heart to tell him it wasn't quite your style anymore but you'd be damned if you let someone else make fun of it, even your good friend.

"Well, you know. It's pretty cutesy, right? Why'd you pick out one like that?"

"All of my PJs are like this," you shrugged your shoulders, turning around to brush your teeth, which as you'd learn was a mistake since you'd dig into a bowl of candy and popcorn for the flick soon.

"What do you mean they're all like that? That?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah. My daddy picked it out for me and he likes it so I... like it."

You were met with some silence and you glanced in the mirror at Macy who was looking at you a little strangely.

"What?"

"I don't know, Y/N, that's sort of weird."

"What, like your parents don't buy you clothes sometimes?"

"Yeah, when I was little little, not now. Well, once in a while mom will take me shopping but it's pretty much up to me what I wanna wear as long as it isn't too racy."

Your brows furrowed as you spit into the sink, washing your mouth out. Was it odd that your daddy still picked your clothes out for you? Macy getting to wear what she wanted was an entirely new concept to you, one you didn't think would be possible until you were at least eighteen and could make your own decisions. Was this what other girls your age were doing?

"Sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to make you feel any type of way," Macy said, realizing your quiet must have signaled you were upset with her and feeling self-conscious.

"You didn't," you lied.

"Well, if I did, I'm sorry anyhow. I mean, we're all brought up different, I guess... I guesss if your daddy still wanted to pick out your clothes for you that ain't got anything to do with me. Just thought it was a bit weird is all."

"Yeah..."

"Come on, let's go watch that movie! It's an action one. You like that kind of stuff?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Momma's bringing in some candy and popcorn for us. Guess I should have said that before you started brushing your teeth," she smiled.

You followed her out to the living room as she set the movie up. It was a much smaller screen than you were used to, and it took some finagling to get it the way you needed it to see properly. As the movie started you began ruminating on all that had transpired earlier in the day and it became hard to focus on the plot. Just how different was your life made out to be, you wondered, and was all of it really for the right reasons?

The next morning you woke early to the sound of hushed voices arguing. Glancing to your right, you saw Macy was knocked out cold, drool lining her pillow. The time, which was visible on the nightstand in between your respective beds, read '6:05AM'. Thinking this might have been Macy's dad, you nearly went back to bed but you caught sight of a familiar looking Cadillac parked diagonally on the driveway. If you looked closer you could see slight squeal marks. you'd seen the car enough times to not have any doubt in your mind who it belonged to.

Your step daddy Elvis was here.

Walking quiet as a church mouse around Macy and further still to the door, you cracked it open a smidge to listen in on the heated discussion, knowing you'd be able to hear from your position; Macy said she listened to her parents all the time as voices carried easily up the landing outside her bedroom.

"...You can't just burst in here like this, Elvis...." This was clearly Macy's momma talking. "Yes, I know who you are, but it's unreasonably early and... that's nice you don't care, but what I'm saying is it's just not right... okay, I accept your apology, but please don't...!"

There was a slight crash and the sound of heavy footsteps thudding up the stairs. When you looked up it was your step daddy, eyes burning and fists clenched at his side. He looked like he'd just come back from his tour, wearing fancier clothing than he usually did while home. When he took notice of you by the door, he deflated some, although the ire in his eyes never disappeared.

"Girl, you are in a lotta trouble. Wait till I get my hands on you!"

"Elvis, daddy, please don't! I'm having a lot of fun here! It's my first time!" You begged.

"Your first—" his mouth open and shut like a fish. "What in blue blazes are you talkin' about, honey?!"

"My first sleepover," you replied morosely. And your last, judging by how upset Macy's momma sounded. The normally calm and collected woman sounded angrier than you'd ever heard her. You could just see her forbidding her daughter from talking with you again. You couldn't lose your best friend because of your daddy's temper, you just couldn't!

Elvis let out a deep sigh and turned his head and eyes skyward, as if asking for some divine intervention. "God help me..." He muttered, seeing your eyes tearing up now; it made him feel somethin' awful.

Looking back down at you and kneeling on one knee, he said, "I didn't realize how important this was to you, cupcake. I just wish your momma would'a let me in on what was happenin'. And you," his anger flared to life again, "how many times we talk on the phone and you ain't mention no 'sleepover, Elvis'."

"It was only last minute," you said, looking down.

"Uh huh." It was obvious he didn't believe you. You didn't know it, but you always had a tell of avoiding eye contact when you were fibbing, and Elvis had learned that early on.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." You ran into his arms to hug him in hopes he would calm down and go easy on you. Your touch was always soothing to him, and you were learning to use it to your advantage.

"Can't you see Daddy was worried, baby? I come home to find you not in your bed and your momma sayin' you went off with some people I don't know, never met... gotta understand it from my point of view, honey," he pulled you to arm's reach to look you in the eye.

"Yes, Daddy, I get it."

"You will," he said, raising a brow, "that lil' tush a' yours, cute though it may be, is gonna be mighty red when I'm through with it. I need you to be honest with me, darlin', and if that's the only way I'm gonna get it through that thick skull then I will."

Your eyes widened. Surely he hadn't meant right here and now?

Chuckling lowly, he mused your hair. "Not right now, honey. Later. When we're back in Graceland."

"You mean I can stay?"

He eyed you up and down for a moment, considering. "Oh please, Daddy! I'll do anything to stay! Please let me!"

"When you due back home?" He asked, scratching his chin.

"Only a few hours. They said they'd take me back early afternoon. Or Momma was gonna pick me up."

He pursed his lips. "I'll pick you up."

"I can stay?"

"Yes, sweet thing, you can stay."

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#elvis presley #elvis #elvis fans #fanfic #fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x you #elvis x you #elvis the king #elvis x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvisaaronpresley #elvis x y/n #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fanfiction #miniseries #a papa bear story #fluff #70s elvis #big daddy elvis #protective!elvis

[sarah-sandwich]

If someone also wanted to use the Iron Legacy name for Harley, would you be okay with that?

Fun Fact! I didn't come up with the name Iron Legacy. The origin of the name is from His Legacy which unfortunately (I just found this out when I looked it up to link it) is now orphaned and I don't remember who the author is :( but they said in the comments that people can use Iron Legacy so you're good to do the same.

Funner Fact! Very very little of fanon Harley Keener lore stems from me. Abbie and Macy (as well as the entirety of parkner as like, a concept) are from @peachy-keener his suit being magenta comes from @official-impravidus umm that's all I can think of right now but yeah those common threads you see throughout parkner fandom very rarely stem from me.

#parkner #harley keener

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[manelyec]

Academic Showcase A Great Success!

Last week, Emmanuel hosted the annual Academic Showcase! 55 students participated in presenting research they have done throughout the semester. Congratulations to all this year’s winners and participants!

WINNER OF THE WILLIAM ‘DANNY’ BIRD MEMORIAL AWARD - OVERALL RESEARCH

Adam Gallop

BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION PROJECT-BASED SIMULATIO

1st place team- Marco Lang, Zuzanna Malinoskwa, Munyardzi Masanhu, James “Ambus” Powell

2nd place team – Valentina Aloisio, Ronnie Ankerich, Hassan Badran, Matthew Benson

3rd place team – Dillon Culpepper, Graham Eubanks, Danielle Fairey, Marissa Harman

COMMUNICATION STUDIES – SENIOR CAPSTONE PROJECTS

1st – Macy Passmore

2nd – Lauren Castillion du Perron

3rd – Zyanya Rogel Valencia

SENIOR ORAL CAPSTONE PRESENTATIONS-

1st – Gabrielle McGlamery

2nd – Kaleigh Fowler

3rd – Cadyn Huddleston

RESEARCH – SCIENCE

1st – Mariah Martin

2nd – Jonathan Ireland (tie)

2nd – Tristan Davis (tie)

RESEARCH – AG

1st – Mary Keener

2nd – Kody Varner

3rd – Maxwell Owen

Congratulations to all participants! We look forward to seeing you showcase your research next Spring!

[tytach]

Is it generally accepted fanon that Harley Keener's mom is named Macy? Macy Keener?

#launching random questions into the void #spider-man fanfiction #harley keener #iron man

[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

green

by scrletwtch

harley aches.

Words: 4609, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, Harley Keener's Sister, Harley Keener's Mother, Tony Stark

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones & Harley Keener & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Harley Keener, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: harley/peter is one-sided, One-Sided Attraction, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, angst isn't big i don't think, abbie and macy and tony are just mentioned, Harley Keener-centric, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Michelle Jones Is a Good Bro, michelle jones loves her friends, i wrote this in a few hours and will come back to fix it eventually, Unbeta'd, No beta: we die like men

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40224111

#Peter Parker #Michelle Jones #Ned Leeds #FOS #fanfic

[yeeharley]

When he slips out of the locker room, bag slung over his right shoulder, the hall is already crowded with students on their way to their classes. Colorful skirts and different shades of denim mingle together, packed close like a school of fish.

If Harley's classmates are the fish, the lockers- all covered in stickers and marker and all matter of paraphernalia- must be the reef, and the oxygen must be the ocean.

And the sharks?

Sometimes, Harley knows, sharks hunt in packs- lemon sharks, blacktips, sevengills. But, more often than not, they're solitary, and solitary sharks are much more likely to attack people than their more social counterparts.

Back in his shark phase- fourth and fifth grade- he had ingested an insane amount of books about hunting methods and prey and habitats, because that had just been the type of kid Harley had been. He'd been found in his room at three in the morning, reading under the covers, marveling down at pictures of dark eyes and sharp teeth.

He remembers reading about a specific method of hunting- bumping, he thinks it had been called- where the shark about to attack would bump up against its prey and circle to try and figure out how big, how dangerous, how likely to attack it was.

The sharks of Rose Hill do that, too. They size up their victims, standing off to the side where they won't be noticed until they want to be. Brush up against them just enough to get them angry, to figure out how much it'll take for them to be pushed over the edge, to see how much they can get away with.

Most of the time, you don't see sharks until they're too close for you to escape.

Most of the time, they're good enough at staying hidden in the shadows, at being unseen.

Most of the time, people aren't looking for them.

But Harley is.

Harley always is.

continue reading chapter one of colder in the summertime here

#yooooo it's up yay #yeeharley's fanfic #peter parker #harley keener #macy keener #abby keener #peter parker x harley keener #peter parker/harley keener #parkner #keenker #angst #fluff #slowburn #angst with a happy ending #happy ending #(eventually) #golden dandelions au #colder in the summertime

[almost-correct-quotes]

Harley: Warning. If something goes wrong with the treadmill, stay on. Do not get off. I will come, no matter what occurs. I will fix it.

Macy: Will you stop tinkering with my appliances?

#harley keener #macy keener #mcu #marvel #source: the ben stiller show

[theirtheretheyre]

ok so harley keener, yeah? his dad walked out. just left. who knows where the fuck he is. and also we know next to nothing about him or harley’s mom.

so im going to say Harley’s mom(who is named Macy bc im a sane person) is a strong, hard working woman who wants to support her two kids on her own so badly, and she also wants to try and separate Harley and Abbie from their dad’s lasting influence as much as possible.

so she gets a divorced and changes her name as soon as she is able to legally and financially do so.

now at this point, you may be thinking, wait, she doesn’t know where he is how can she get divorced when he isn’t there to sign any papers and whatever?

well, i have done research and guess what! she gets a divorce by publication! which is basically where she hasn’t seen or had any contact with him for at least 12 months, but makes an effort to find him, cannot do so, proves this to a judge, and puts it in the newspaper for a few weeks. if he doesn’t make any contact about the divorce, she can legally sign divorce papers and is no longer legally married.

oh yeah and Harley and Abbie’s names arent changed bc thats harder to do and also she doesn’t want them to have her maiden name

#harley keener #lexa wrote some words #hmm i think this counts as a writing post #i may or may not be putting this into my current parkner wip #don't have a maiden name for macy tho #also this is based partly on personal experience #my mom changed her name after getting divorced #but not mine or my brothers #bc it's way more work she said #and we didnt have a last name to change to #because she didn't want to give us her maiden name #a perfectly valid choice

[lyssismagical]

2021 Masterlist

Parkner

Here drink this, you'll feel better - Peter gets drunk at a party, Harley's there to pick up the pieces. (Ft. MJ)

just play along - Peter almost gets kidnapped

three months without you - Peter's gone missing. (Ft. Ned and Harry)

impermanence and milkshakes - Harley doesn't think anything's permanent, it turns out there's an exception

you were never mine - A piece of The Shameless AU (Ft. Harley and his siblings: Abbie, Aspen, Dayton, Sebastian, Jonah, and Bentley, and Harley's mom, Macy)

i wanna be the one you put up a fight for - Peter falls in the Hudson River... again. The consequences are worse than imagined. (Ft. Cassie Lang)

there's too many colors enough to drive all of us insane - Single Dad!Peter struggles when his kids get sick and he ignores his own flu symptoms. He plans to tough it out, but someone's always willing to lend a hand. (Ft. May, and Peter's kids, June, and Benji)

there's no question, no competition, i love you more - Peter and Harley are having a casual day in, CEO's of Stark Industries, living in the penthouse, married and growing old together. Morgan wants advice for proposing to her partner. (Ft. Morgan Stark, Morgan's partner, Saylor, and Morgan and Saylor's puppy, Nova)

we are bittersweet but i'm still stuck knee deep - Peter Parker is depressed. Harley does everything he can. (Ft. Harley's family, Abbie and Macy, and the smalltown folk he grew up with)

harley keener wasn't stupid - Harley stream of consciousness. He'll never be good enough. (Ft. Peter and Tony)

Irondad

a child - Peter stream of consciousness, drowning under the pressure.

i know how much it matters to you - Peter overhears Tony saying that Peter's just an intern, not his kid, and spirals. (Ft. Steve, Natasha, Pepper, May, Ned, and MJ)

rainy days - Peter knows Tony cares about, but Pepper... She must just be putting up with him, right? (Pepper & Peter centric. Ft. Tony and Morgan)

trying, failing, save me, i'm falling - Peter picks a fight with Tony and pushes it too far, grieving May, and Tony says something he regrets only to be called away on a mission. (Ft. Pepper)

twelve years - Peter was kidnapped twelve years ago. Little Drabble. (Ft. the avengers)

stop being so cheesy - Soft Game Night w the Starks

i'm scared, don't go - Peter gets infected with a new strain of anthrax, based on an episode of Criminal Minds, open ending (Ft. Natasha)

MJ/Peter Parker

dependent and fair - MJ breaks a bone while on a date with Peter. She struggles to let him help her. (Ft. May)

Criminal Minds

chamomile and honey - Spencer & Fem BAU Member (reader? Team Member? Unclear). She gets sick, doesn't ask for help. Spencer won't let her suffer on her own.

on your couch - Spencer & Luke or Spencer/Luke. Spencer visits Luke after prison asking for help. (Ft. Roxy ofc)

two feet under - Spencer Post-Revelations stream of consciousness (Ft. Hotch, Derek, JJ, Emily, Garcia, and Tobias)

elephant's memory - Spencer's never had a friend before (Ft. Derek)

so small and so quiet - Snapshots in Spencer's life as he comes to terms with his sexuality (Luke/Spencer if perceived that way. Ft. Diana, William, Derek, Emily, JJ, Garcia, Hotch, Rossi, Luke, Gideon)

AO3, In Progress

now i'm missing your smile - 11 Chapters/????

Irondad & Parkner mainly. Social Media AU during quarantine

Ft. MJ, Ned, Flash, Betty, Cindy, Liz, May, Pepper, Morgan, Harley's Sister Abbie, Cassie, Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam, Bruce, Helen Cho,

Ft. Boy Next Door, Singing!Peter, Lots of crying peter and dumbass peter, soft dad tony, Flash Redemption, Done With Everyone's Shit!MJ and Pepper, Harley being DoneTM with superheroes, PUNS, sad feels, pinterest pics, and MORE

#THATS 2021 WRAPPED #pls show my fics some love and attention. i appreciate greatly #lyss writes #masterlist #2021 masterlist #irondad #criminal minds #parkner #spideychelle #mjpeter #peter parker #tony stark #spencer reid #harley keener #marvel #lyss talks

[shipskicksandgiggles]

26. parkner, Harley saying that cause I can see him saying that...

oh god he so would, you're right. in fact i agreed so much that I almost left Peter out entirely BUT i fixed it

prompt: “How was I not the one that started gay drama at the family dinner? I’M THE GAY ONE.” (from this list)

Read He's my Cherry Pie here on ao3

~~~

None of them said anything until they hit the highway.

“That could have gone worse.”

“Shut up.”

“She’s right.”

“Not a word, Abigail.”

Peter popped his head over the console. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He checked the rear view mirror and let go of the wheel with one hand so he could reach back for Peter. “That was a disaster.”

“Oh yeah, you can say that again.”

“How was I not the one that started gay drama at the family dinner? I’M THE GAY ONE,” he burst out.

“I don’t know, but I would pay good money to have a picture of the look on Gramps’ face when you let him have it,” his mom finally gave into the cackles she’d been holding in since they left.

“I can’t go over there ever again. Oh my god, I’m never going to be able to look our grandparents in the eyes after today.”

“That’s going to make our next family reunion awkward,” she noted.

“Then I won’t go! Tell them I said hi or whatever, but I cannot deal with it.”

“You’re so over dramatic,” Abby flopped back into her seat with an eye roll.

“I’m an appropriate amount of dramatic considering the circumstances.”

~FOUR HOURS PRIOR~

“Mom, we’re gonna be late!” Harley checked his watch. “Mom!”

“Coming! Abs, I need you to hold onto the salad.”

“I got it!” Abbie bounded into the kitchen and grabbed the bowl in question from the fridge. “Is the car unlocked?”

“Harley has the keys since he’s driving,” their mother emphasized.

“And we could be on the road if you would hurry up,” he mocked. “I’ll leave without y’all, don’t test me.”

“No you wouldn’t, you wouldn’t survive Sunday dinner without me. Where’s Peter?” Abbie asked.

“Here, sorry! I almost forgot the pictures from New York. Harley, don’t forget to unlock the doors,” Peter reminded.

He hit the button as they disappeared out the back door. “Macy Jean!”

“Don’t you use my middle name, young man,” she chastised as she grabbed her purse. “I taught you that.”

“You sure did mama. Now if you don’t get in the car in the next 30 seconds, you’re calling Gramps to explain why you’re missing his world famous pot roast.”

“Oh, hush your mouth. Where’s my phone?”

“It’s in your hand. Come on,” he urged, half pushing her out of the house. “There’s gonna be traffic.”

~THREE HOURS PRIOR~

He’d hardly parked the car before Abbie was jumping out of the back seat.

“Is that my sweet granddaughter?”

“Nana!” she squealed, barely stopping to set down her dish as their grandmother enveloped her in a hug.

“Did you grow? Honey! Abigail grew!”

Gramps emerged from the house, apron secured around his waist. “Impossible,” he insisted. “I guess we’re going to have to measure you against the wall again,” he told Abbie, who laughed.

“I might be taller than Harley now.”

“You are not!” he yelled from where he was still unloading the trunk. “Thou shalt not bear false witness against your neighbor!”

“Guess we’ll have to check that too,” Gramps laughed. “I told you that Christian school education would do him some good, Macy.”

They exchanged a look. “Oh yeah, he’s a real smart kid alright,” she responded as Harley stifled a laugh.

“Well come on boy, let me look at you.” Gramps grasped him by the shoulders and looked him over. “I should have you working on the farm this summer, you’ve always been too skinny.”

“Oh, don’t listen to him dear,” Nana patted him on the cheek. “You’re perfectly handsome just the way you are.”

Harley leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, Nana.”

“This one on the other hand,” she placed her hands on her hips and surveyed Peter, “you definitely could use a few summers working out here, city boy.”

“Sure I do, Mrs. Keener,” Peter responded, accepting her fussing with grace.

Satisfied that Peter would be able to handle himself, Harley turned back to his grandfather. “Need any help in the kitchen?”

“I could use an extra set of hands,” Gramps said. “That way the ladies can catch up.”

“Yes sir,” he saluted.

Peter excused himself to follow Harley’s mom and sister, citing May’s cooking skills as his reason to not accompany the two of them. Harley was secretly relieved, unsure of whether or not he would get along with his grandfather or not.

~TWO HOURS PRIOR~

He set a serving platter in the center of the table with a flourish as the others oh’d and ah’d over the food.

“I will tell you right now, this boy is going to make some woman very happy someday,” Gramps clapped him on the shoulder.

Harley snuck a look at Peter who smiled softly. He’d been briefed on the whole homophobic family situation before they left, but it still hurt that he couldn’t come out and say he already makes someone happy, and he loves him very much. “Just want to do my part, sir.”

“Atta boy.” He slapped his back one last time. “Does everyone have drinks? Ladies? Peter?”

They all nodded.

“That leaves you, Harley. What do you want? We’ve got lemonade, soda, beer, whatever you want.”

“I’m not 21 yet, Gramps. Soda’s fine if you have ginger-ale.”

“Coming right up.” He returned with the drink moments later, and sat down. “Shall we say grace?”

The whole family joined hands, and Harley muttered his way through the table prayer, only really chiming in on the ‘Amen’.

Once the food was distributed, conversation turned to how Peter’s vacation from the city was going. The few weeks he’d spent in Tennessee had made a noticeable difference, and the elder Keeners were excited to hear about how different New York was from their small towns.

~ONE HOUR PRIOR~

“Abby, honey? Come help me with the pie won’t you?” Nana asked.

Macy raised an eyebrow. “Did you make it?”

“Oh no, dear. Mrs. Carson from down the street will make them if you ask. I told her she should just quit her job and do that full time since she’s so good at it. Harley, you remember Mrs. Carson, don’t you? You went out with her daughter when you both stayed here a couple summers ago.”

Turns out that ginger-ale burns when it hits your nasal passages.

Violet Carson was a nice girl, he remembered. Kicked serious ass at pinball as he learned from days spent at the only arcade within 30 miles.

Her brother Victor was responsible for memories of late nights and humid kisses in a barn halfway between the two properties, along with scratches from the hay that he couldn’t explain when his grandmother put ointment on it.

He coughed violently. “I think that’s my cue to switch to water.”

They all laughed, oblivious to the blush on his cheeks. He breathed a sigh of relief when they let it go, and the pie was passed around.

“So, Harley,” his grandpa started. “Heard anything about colleges yet?”

“Actually, I do have some news.” He let the suspense hang in the air for a moment. “I got accepted to MIT.”

His whole family burst into cheers, and he got swept up in their joyous affection, exchanging hugs and kisses from all around, and smiling when he felt Peter squeeze his hand under the table.

It disappointed him that Gramps seemed more subdued than the rest of them.

“So you’re moving to Boston, huh? No way we can convince you to stay here and take over the family business?”

Harley frowned. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not going to live forever,” he shrugged.

“Gramps, I’ve had my heart set on MIT since I was in grade school. What about Abbie?”

“Me?” she asked.

“It’s a man’s work,” he insisted. “Not to mention tradition. Keener men grow up, find a nice lady, and take over the farm.”

He took a steadying breath, determined not to break his heart by glancing at Peter. “I’ll come back to fix the tractors once in a while, but this is the top school in the country for both mechanical and astronautical engineering,” he said carefully. “This is a big deal.”

Gramps let out an exasperated sigh. “You just had to choose Tony Stark as an idol didn’t you?”

“Dad!” his mom shouted indignantly.

“Thou shalt have no idols before the Lord your God,” Harley quoted, disheartened.

“Jack,” his grandmother warned, “you know you’re exaggerating. Stop. This is good news.”

“You chose the most God forsaken man and modeled yourself after him, don’t lie to me boy.” His eyes never left Harley, and he squirmed uncomfortably.

“Tony Stark wasn’t a part of the astronautics program,” Harley argued uselessly.

“Wasn’t his partner involved in aeronautics at MIT though?” Macy asked absentmindedly. “That’s connected to astronautics right? I swear I saw an article the other day about him giving a seminar for the kids in one of those programs.”

There was a palpable change in the air as they all turned to look at her.

“Who gave a seminar?” Gramps asked slowly.

Oh no. Harley’s eyes snapped to Abbie’s, who was watching Peter, clearly ready to bolt if need be.

“Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes,” she answered like it was obvious.

“Right, the Iron Man and War Machine duo,” he scoffed. “Don’t you dare go following in those footsteps,” he pointed at Harley.

They hadn’t told them about Christmas of 2013. No one was planning on telling them about how Christmas of 2013 was connected to a guaranteed internship during his summers in the Northeast either. When they accepted Peter into their lives as Harley’s friend from New York, they hadn’t understood how they had met, but thankfully they hadn’t questioned it, blissfully unaware of everything Harley was hiding from them.

“I mean, that too, but they’re married.”

Had she been drinking? Harley examined her glass and wondered if the lemonade had been spiked.

The silence was back. Nana’s face had gone blank with shock, and Gramps’ jaw was working overtime trying to find the words.

Finally, he rounded on Harley. “So not only is the person you aspire to be a hedonistic narcissist, but also fucking queer?”

Thinking back on it, Harley never really liked stereotypical families all that much. He licked the last bit of pie from his fork. It was cherry. He really would have to call one of the Carsons before he went north, if only to thank them.

“You know, maybe I’m not trying to be Tony Stark.”

Gramps nodded once, satisfied with his response.

“Because to be completely honest, I think you just described me instead.”

His face turned an alarming shade of red, but Harley never broke his gaze.

“What did you just say?”

“I said,” Harley spoke with emphasis, just to make sure he heard, “you just described me.”

“You little brat. We sent you to the best schools just to make sure you didn’t turn out to be some heathen without morals.”

“True,” Harley admitted. “And those schools gave me the education I needed to think for myself, and the intelligence to get into one of the best schools in the whole country.”

“You’re going to hell!” he spat.

“Funny, I thought I was already there.”

“It’s against the Bible!”

Harley snorted. “No it’s not. You just read the homophobic adage from the 1940s. Whatever happened to ‘Love thy neighbor’?”

“How dare you-”

“Plus wasn’t that Jesus’ whole thing? Like giving money to the poor, healing the sick, showing compassion to the outcasts of society, that sort of thing? So if anything, you’re the one that’s going against God’s will right now.” Not that Harley would ever admit it, but it felt good, it felt so good to get this all out in the open.

“Don’t be mad when the life you planned for me backfired on you. It’s your own fault that you didn’t realize these were the exact results you should have expected in the first place.”

He got up and grabbed the car keys and Peter’s hand. Dinner was over.

Before he walked out the door, he paused and looked back.

“By the way, I hope the farm dies with you.”

The door slammed, and he was free.

~NOW~

“Dude, pardon my French, but that was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen,” Abbie told him. “Seriously, you should be proud.”

“She’s right, kiddo,” his mom said. “I would have done the same thing if I was in your shoes.”

“Thanks, but did you really have to say that Tony was married to a man?” Harley asked. “What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t!” Macy laughed. “I don’t know where my brain went, but I am so sorry I started a fight.”

Harley grinned. “Don’t be. I finished it, didn’t I?”

“You sure did babe,” Peter said, kissing his knuckles. “Don’t think I’m not telling Tony about this the second we have cell service though. He’s gonna love this.”

“And you all wonder why Christmas is my least favorite holiday,” Harley lamented. “I’m being betrayed by the people I love most.”

“Oh shut up you big baby,” Abbie teased. “Does this mean we never have to go to Sunday dinner again? Because I’m so down with never going to Sunday dinner with them again.”

Macy shook her head affectionately. “Sure. Who needs parents anyways when you’ve got your own little monsters to deal with?”

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley keener #peter parker #homophobia #coming out #established relationship #mild angst #fluff #happy ending #keener family shenanigans #dylan laken tag #prompts

[rightsforharleykeener]

i have a headcanon that harley keener really likes space

warning: very long post

peter loves biochem, right?

but harley loves physics and mechanics

which includes space

harley isn't vocal about his interests, people (including tony and peter) assume that harley just loves mechanics

but harley thinks stars are pretty

he won't admit that to anyone though bc he thinks it’s stupid

harley worked out that friday could display the sky

so when he goes to his room every night, he asks friday to project the sky onto his ceiling

so he's almost stargazing, just inside instead of outside

harley also loves the science-y stuff behind the stars and planets too

he has solar system posters in his room

as i said, he keeps his interests to himself

and no one ever goes in his room - what's the point in hanging out there when they have the penthouse living room?

the first person to ever pick up that he likes space (outside abby and macy) is peter

peter knocks on harley’s door to ask if harley wants to come and help in the lab w something

harley obviously lets him in

except he’s left the star simulation still projecting on the ceiling

peter sees it and is like

woah i didn’t know friday could do that

and harley looks embarrassed

peter picks up on this and tells harley he thinks it’s really cool

i just don’t understand space even though i’ve been there

and obviously harley gets excited 

you’ve been to SPACE???

and peter doesn’t wanna ruin harley’s obvious interest in space

so he leaves out the part where he dies on an alien planet

endgame doesn’t exist here so there’s no tony dying

peter switches the topic off himself 

he asks harley how he worked out friday could do that

harley explains how he likes stargazing

but inside is warmer

and he ends up going on a tangent about space

peter sits down and listens to harley

it’s kinda obvious harley’s never outwardly spoken about his interests

because the words are all jumbled

peter doesn’t really understand

but harley’s excited

so peter listens

after harley realises how much he’s been talking he goes quiet and keeps apologising 

don’t apologise, i didn’t understand half of it but... it was interesting!!

and then they go to the lab

but instead of making what peter originally suggested 

peter asks if harley wants to make a space simulation

so they do 

kinda like the brain simulation in iron man 3

and harley zooms in on the planets, moons, and stars

peter stands in the corner smiling

because harley looks so happy

and harley isn’t embarrassed about liking space anymore

because peter didn’t understand but still spent time making simulations with harley

and harley really appreciates that

#parkner #parley #peterparker #harleykeener #spiderman #ironlad #fandom #avengers #marvel #mcu #peter parker #harley keener #iron man #iron dad #tony stark

[official-wayward-keener]

So I have recently gone down the rabbit hole of Peter x Harley so u have any hc for that fluff, hurt/comfort , angst anything’s good 👍🏻

Yes I do but a lot of the ones I have are thanks to @peachy-keener who is amazing to talk to about Harley Keener

1. Harley is a nerd but he hides it. Though out of the two Peter is more like Tony than Harley.

2. Harley doesn't want to be a superhero, unlike Peter. Unlike Peter, he is only a hero when he needs to be.

3. Harley and Peter get along really well but they dislike each other at first because they both are jealous of each other.

4. Harley is seen as the one who can pick up and carry Peter but typically Peter is the one carrying Harley because Harley loves to care around.

5. At Tony's funeral, they talk and hold each other after the ceremony. They don't want to be alone after losing Tony.

6. Tony sees Harley more as a friend than his kid whereas he sees Peter as a friend. This is because Harley also treated him as if he was on the same level whereas Peter didn't

7. Unlike popular belief, Harley doesn't call Tony by his first name. He is a southern boy and his mother instilled in him to be respectful to people. He uses Mr. Stark just like Peter. Peter is the first one to call Tony by his first name, not Harley.

8. Their music taste is so different that the two argue over the radio. Harley likes rock music from the 90s cause that is what Macy played or female country music from the 2000s. Peter likes 80s music cause Ben and May raised him on those bands so that is all he knows.

#parkner #just a few hc #not as much as I wish #i probably have more these are what came to mind

[dykeninthdoctor]

i'm only steady on my knees / one day i'll stand on my own two feet. for @peachy-keener

Harley doesn’t know what having a dad is like.

The only dad he’s ever known walked out of his life the day he turned seven. On his birthday. April Fools, no less. Happy birthday to him, and April Fools, your dad’s never coming back. They were supposed to have cake, he remembers, because he remembers everything about that day, remembers how his dad kissed his mom on the cheek and took the beat-up pick-up truck to get the cake, remembers how he. Never. Came. Back.

Remembers how his mom didn’t cry.

Remembers how he didn’t cry, either.

Before he left, Jack Keener wasn’t much of a dad anyway. So. Maybe it was a good thing he left. With Jack gone, bruises don’t darken his mom’s skin anymore. She doesn’t go to bed crying anymore, except on the days when the mail comes at the end of the month, and she thinks Harley can’t hear her.

Even at seven, eight, nine, Harley knows how to comfort his mom. Chamomile tea, her favorite sweatshirt from college, and taking the bills away for her to look at in the morning. He goes through them once she falls asleep; he’s always been good with numbers. That doesn’t mean they make sense, not completely, but he knows she needs a new job, and he can figure out with a few calculations that they can’t afford the school she was talking about sending him to.

He tells her in the morning that he’s okay with public school.

Public school isn’t okay with him.

He has to hide the bruises from his mom, because he knows she’ll cry, and he doesn’t know how to comfort her when she’s crying about him, instead of numbers. Because numbers make sense. Harley doesn’t make sense.

That’s why he gets the bruises in the first place, after all.

No one knows he’s getting bullied; no one that cares about him, that is. The whole school knows. Macy Keener doesn’t.

And then. Someone breaks into the garage–his workshop, the only place where he can be himself–in the middle of winter, in the middle of the night, in the middle of Christmas break, the most stressful time of year for his mom. So he goes to investigate himself.

It’s Tony Stark.

And Tony Stark, somehow, knows that he’s getting bullied.

Tony Stark, somehow, looks at him, and understands.

Kiddo, he says, and kid, and Harls.

And Harley almost, almost, thinks that maybe this is what having a dad is like.

But then Tony leaves.

And Harley realizes that having a dad, for him, means that they leave.

#oops. my hand slipped. #yeah this is angsty and yeah i don't care i didn't MEAN to make it sad but it is sad <3 #harley keener #ironson #tony stark #tony stark drabble #irondad and ironson #mcu #aven.writing #peachy tag

[sheps-shepherd]

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You.” 

3. Traveling long distances just to see them.

Harley had his headphones in only because he was doing the dishes in the kitchen while his mother and sister were in the living room watching a show together, and his mama didn’t raise him to be rude like that. The fade of Metallica blasting in his ears as his phone began to ring had him haphazardly wiping a hand dry on his jeans before digging into his pocket to see who it was.

A picture of Peter’s beaming face stared back at him, backlit by the sinking sun in the sky behind him, looking over his shoulder when Harley had called his name. It was one of Harley’s favorites; he’d set it as his boyfriend’s contact photo immediately after taking it - he’d posted it on Instagram, too, for their one year anniversary.

“I’m in the kitchen, so keep it PG, Parker,” he said, setting his phone down on the counter as he went back to his task.

“Ha ha,” Peter’s voice crackled in his ears. “We both know you’re the one who needs an R-rating, Keener.”

Harley smirked at that.

“What’s up, darlin’? What’d you do today?”

Peter launched into the play-by-play of his day without further prompting, clearly excited to tell Harley all about it, like he always was. And Harley listened with a smile on his face, because his boyfriend was too damn cute for his own good, and anything that warranted such excitement on Peter’s end was important on Harley’s, no matter what.

“-and oh! That new ice cream parlour opened up! I passed by it today and it looks so nice inside! We have to go when you’re back, Ned and MJ went and they said it’s really good!”

“You should have gone with them,” Harley said, scrubbing at a pot. “You didn’t hafta wait for me.”

“Harls,” Peter said, exasperated, like he couldn’t believe Harley had even suggested that, “you’ve been excited for that place since you saw the ad for it. Of course I’m waiting for you. Besides, I’m gonna take tons of pictures of your face when you see it, it’s so cool.”

“Lookin’ forward to it then.” And he wished they’d been on FaceTime, because he could picture the bright happy smile on Peter’s face, the one he missed more than he was willing to admit.

“Speaking of,” Peter chirped on, “have you figured out what you’re doing for your birthday tomorrow? If you won’t be able to talk until later, I understand, I just wanna make sure.”

“Actually, Mama’s already invited you to dinner,” Harley said. “So be ready and on FaceTime by six o’clock sharp, or you don’t get a plate.”

“God, I miss your mom’s cooking,” Peter mused, dreamily, because he already knew every path straight to Harley’s heart. “Is she making peach cobbler?”

Harley glanced over at the mess of ingredients his mother had brought home from the grocery store that afternoon, stacked on the countertop like a glorified pyramid.

“We’re makin’ it in the morning,” he answered. “She said she wasn’t gonna risk me eatin’ it all.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know she was right.” Harley just laughed. “FedEx me a piece.”

“‘Course, darlin’.”

“Oh, I almost forgot! I shipped your present out today. You should get it by the end of the week.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

In the short lapse of silence before Peter’s reply, Harley heard knocking at the front door. He grabbed a dish towel to dry his hands, calling out, “I got it, Mama!” and tossing it back onto the counter. “Hang on, Pete, I’ll be right back.”

“Kay,” Peter chimed in his ear, right before Harley took his headphones out and dropped them down beside his phone. He strode out of the kitchen and into the living room, passing behind the couch his mother and sister were curled up on.

He was opening the door, ready to lean his hip against the threshold like he always did, when he froze on the spot.

Because standing on the doorstep with his phone held out right in front of Harley’s face was Peter Parker. He had a duffle bag hanging off his shoulder and the same big bright grin Harley had been thinking about not five minutes ago.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” he said, turning it so Harley could see the photo of his own shocked face that Peter had just taken. “We’re keeping that one.”

He took his phone back and tapped away at it, and Harley knew it was going to pop up again somewhere, probably tomorrow in whatever sappy birthday post Peter made for him - his birthday, that he had already celebrated with Peter and May before leaving New York because Peter hadn’t been able to come to Tennessee with him this time around.

Or at least, that was what he’d told Harley.

Peter looked up, his grin still bright, and said, “So are you going to hug me or what?”

That got Harley moving, had him stepping onto the concrete outside his door, ignoring the way it scratched the bottoms of his bare feet as he practically fell into Peter’s arms, knowing Peter would catch him.

And Peter did, wrapping Harley in his hold with a laugh that echoed around them, squeezing Harley just as tight as Harley was squeezing him.

“Jesus, Pete,” he said, muffling his words in Peter’s shoulder. “What the fuck.”

“Don’t worry,” Peter replied, scratching his fingers through Harley’s blonde curls, “there’s still a present coming for you at the end of the week.”

Like that was what Harley cared about right now.

He pulled back, just enough to see his boyfriend’s face, just enough to reach up and press his palm to Peter’s cheek. “I left three days ago.” He thumbed at the edge of Peter’s grin. “Why didn’t you just come with me?”

“Because then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” And then, without missing a beat, Peter added cheekily, “Duh.”

“You’re such a dork,” Harley said, voice quaking with the emotion swelling in his throat. His other hand went to Peter’s other cheek. “You’re such a fuckin’ loser, Pete.”

Still, Peter smiled at him. “I missed you too, angel.”

Harley ducked his head and kissed him; sweetly, the way he knew Peter liked, but also with enough force to knock the duffle bag off his shoulder. It landed with a solid plop beside their feet. Peter was apparently too busy kissing him back to mind it much.

“Oh my God, Harley,” came Abby’s voice from behind him, no doubt watching them through the still-open door from her spot on the couch. “Let the poor guy in before you jump his bones.”

“Abigail Rae,” Macy scolded lightly, and Peter clutched onto Harley tighter as he broke their kiss to laugh again.

They finally untangled themselves. Harley reached down to grab the strap of the fallen duffle and hiked it over his own shoulder.

“How long are you stayin’?”

“When’s your flight back to New York?”

“Counting today? In four days.”

Peter’s grin was wide and showed off all his teeth, sparkling brighter than any star in the Tennessee sky could ever hope to.

“Four days, then.”

Harley grinned back, fisted his hand into the front of Peter’s hoodie, and dragged him into the house.

#parkner #keenker #parley #peter parker #harley keener #i am once again here to tell everyone that im so stupid soft for these boys #i tried to go write other things i did not succeed #i love them your honor #this was also inspired by a note on my phone lovingly titled #a compilation of thoughts about harley keener #do with that what you will