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kamala khan/bruno carrelli but bruno is nonbinary and keeps her short hair and doesn't wear much makeup or anything like that but they wear skirts and tights all the time and kamala is super hyped to help bruno explore and they kind of fall into the relationship part-way through
#kamala khan#bruno carrelli#nonbinary bruno carrelli#kamala khan x bruno carrelli#bruno carrelli x kamala khan#djinn and tonic#tsfosb#this is gonna happen in the tsfosb parkner fic#and canon is my plaything so#all of the events of ms marvel take place in boston instead#bruno goes to caltech but then quits and comes back#they dont want to run ahead with life so fast#instead she decided to just stay at high school longer
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im posting a short fic and noNE OF YOU CAN STOP ME
#i have been working on my multi chapter wip#i swear#but noah kahans songs have me in a chokehold#and i must give a response#and it also correlates to life events for me rn#so bleh#parkner fic#parkner
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baby’s first fic exchange
I wanted to have this posted last night, but unfortunately, that didn’t happen, so here we are. I’m just going to start from the top, and work my way until now.
so, I tried running my first exchange back in february, before I even had an operating tumblr account. I set it up, I opened the sign ups…and then immediately panicked and took it all down, before anyone could see anything. I decided I was way over my head, and firmly swore to never try that again, ever.
(fun fact- emme doesn’t know how to keep her promises to herself.)
flash forward two months, to april, and a friend convinces me to create an actual tumblr account. she says it can be small, I don’t have to do anything with it, I could just be mutuals with her, and then talks me out of deleting it immediately, too. I make it through the first two-ish weeks essentially white-knuckling it, not knowing what to do, not talking to anyone, just reblogging parkner posts because that’s what I came here to do, okay.
and then I made that stupid post about wondering if anyone had any newsies asks.
and then crystal reblogged it.
suddenly, I was knee-deep in this fandom again; talking to people, making headcanon posts with @sparkedblaze, ranting about history until people took notice. and it kind of just,,, kept going??? I was sitting there the entire time, confused but having the time of my life, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for everything to go away again. and it didn’t. it SPIRALED.
at some point, we got close to the end of our headcanon posts, and I remember thinking, well, now what I am I going to do? I hadn’t really been posting new works, was stuck firmly in a writer’s block, and was bored. (bad things happen when emme’s bored.) and a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispered- fic exchange?
and suddenly we were doing a fic exchange.
on the first day that I officially opened the sign ups, we got fifteen. FIFTEEN. I remember, because I was with my friends and just staring at my phone in shock. that, of course, grew to THIRTY SEVEN SIGN UPS. WHICH GREW TO FOURTY TWO WRITTEN WORKS. WHICH LEADS US TO LITERALLY TODAY. WHAT.
it was a two months of absolute joy, guys. and throughout that entire process, I was figuring out the minor details behind the scenes, having so much fun and occasionally freaking out to @sparkedblaze. it was a definite learning experience, and I legitimately can’t wait until next time. it’s going to be even better than the first, and I will guarantee that.
now for the fun part, since we’re done with the stories.
first of all, thank you so so so so much to everyone who signed up and participated. it was such a joy to work with you all, and then get to see what you created. I know a lot of you at this point, and it felt like one big party most of the time. I can’t wait to do it again <3
second of all, an even bigger thank you to those who tried to participate, but couldn’t. there were a couple of you that couldn’t get an AO3 account in time, or we couldn’t figure out an immediate solution, and thank you so much for being willing to join us, and for your patience with me. I am very excited to see you all in our next events.
third, to our lovely pinch hitter @ill-say-anything-i-hafta. you stepped in with exactly a week to write a fic, and gave us something beautiful. I owe you so much for that, and I’m so eternally grateful to you. I am waiting anxiously to see what you do next, my friend.
fourth, to @thatoneandlonelyemo2005. mack and I tossed headcanons back and forth so many times during this exchange, and I legitimately would not have the fics that I did without him. <333
and- of course- @sparkedblaze. you wrote pinch hits, listened to my freak outs, begged to help more, told me it was going to be okay, and yelled at me when I needed a break. you have done so much for this, and honestly, you deserve the majority of the credit for the exchange’s success. I owe you literally everything. thank you so much for all you do. know how much I appreciate and adore you, please <3
see you all next time. thank you for everything you’ve done for me.
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What's the revolution fic?
omg an opportunity to ramble about something i've had in my drafts since 2019? absolutely yes thank you very much
okay, so the revolution fic (which has an actual title now - it's called the time is now) is an idea that i originally came up with, like i said, in 2019. i didn't start writing marvel fics until after endgame came out and i quickly fell in love with parkner pretty early on and au's were my saving grace from the heartbreak of losing tony (the amount of irondad fics i have read is ABSURD) and all of that cumulated into one of many fic ideas that i've had sitting in my drafts forever.
what the time is now is about is this: an alternate universe where, before what would have been the events of civil war, a more extreme version of the sokovia accords were created that criminalized anyone with enhancements. the term "enhancements" is very loosely defined in these documents, meaning that people with severely advanced intelligence can also be declared "enhanced"
the story focuses on peter's POV, though it will deviate into other perspectives later on in the fic, and it starts out in a containment facility specifically made for enhanced people under the age of 18. where we pick up in the fic is two years after the laws were put in place, and therefore two years after peter was put into this containment facility. his cellmates are miles and lunella (if you don't know who lunella is, look her up - she's a comic character and part of the avengers campus i believe, and she's like canonically one of the smartest people in existence, if not THE smartest person in existence, while being a literal child). the containment facilities are built to accommodate for 15 or so enhanced individuals, though the one peter is in only has eight - who are the following:
peter parker
miles morales
lunella lafayette
america chavez
tommy shepherd
billy kaplan
teddy altman
riri williams
it will be explained throughout the fic how and why these are the characters that end up contained, though it is just happenstance that they ended up at the same facility. it's a bit complex considering the origin of billy and tommy and with america's abilities and all of that, but i promise it all gets explained in the fic. trust me. pls.
this will have parkner in it, and irondad, and billy/teddy, and platonic interwebs and platonic petermj and a lot of other dynamics that will make up a lot of heart but no specific dynamic will be the center point of the fic. though tbh parkner and irondad will probably end up getting a bit more focus than the rest just because they have my heart the most, but my point still stands. this isn't a parkner fic or an irondad fic - it's a fic that has parkner and irondad in it.
my original doc with this fic is about 20k words long, but i decided to rewrite it from the beginning with a more defined plot and to write the fic in full before starting to post it. my goal as of now is to have the full fic written by march so that i can start posting it on my birthday, aka march 15. i will for sure be sharing little lines and snippets here and there throughout the writing process as i am way too excited about this fic to not post about it occasionally.
here's part of the opening scene, actually, just because me talking about the fic is making me very excited about it
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“Here,” Peter says, his voice soft. “Have mine.”
Lunella pauses, eyes flickering over to where Peter is holding out his granola bar. She looks up at him with a wide eyed uncertainty, pointing out, “You didn’t get any food this morning.”
Peter shrugs, unbothered. “I’m not hungry. Go ahead, Nel. You can have it.”
“But…” she trails off, looking away and around the barren cell that they’ve been locked in—Miles still isn’t back yet, and it makes them both nervous, setting them on edge in a way that they likely should be used to by now. Peter offers her a small smile and carefully places the granola bar in her hand. For a moment, she just eyes it, like she’s debating giving it back. She’s more than smart enough to know that it’s not true, Peter saying he isn’t hungry, but at the same time, this isn’t the first time Peter’s let himself be hungry for her. She knows better than to try and argue for something he won’t back down from. Instead, she just reaches her other hand up to open the bar with a barely there whisper of, “Thanks.”
“You don’t gotta thank me, Looney Tunes,” Peter tells her, poking a finger into her side to make her giggle. She does, but the sound is half strangled as it comes out, like it’s hard to let it out when her attention is so focused on something else. Peter’s smile—already forced in the first place—fades away. “Hey,” he says, taking on a more gentle tone as he bumps his shoulder lightly against hers. “He’s going to be fine, okay? Always is.”
Even as he says it, an overwhelming anxiety rises up in his throat. It’s rare for them to be kept away for this long. A day or two, sure—that’s to be expected by now—but Miles has been gone for days, taken back to the labs nearly five days ago, and no one has seen or heard from him since. Usually, they see each other in passing while at the labs, but this time, nothing. Lunella clearly knows this, too—no matter how much Peter tries to shield her from the hell that they’re in, she’s more than smart enough to connect the dots herself and observes way more than he’d like her to see. When she looks at him, there’s far too much knowledge and reluctant acceptance to the horrors of the world shadowed in her eyes. “But what if he isn’t?” she asks him, quiet and fear stricken and probably right. “Last time—”
“Last time,” Peter cuts in, reassuring himself as much as her, “he got better in just a day and a half. Even if he’s pretty hurt, he’ll still be okay, Nel.”
She licks her lips, clearly distressed. “But he was in so much pain,” she whispers.
He swallows back the lump forming quickly in his throat, know that her words are true, knowing that it only seems to be getting worse and worse with every week that passes by. It doesn’t matter that he’s been here for nearly two years now, doesn’t matter that he thinks he’s seen all he’ll ever see, their captors still never fail to surprise him with their intense cruelty, with all of their experiments and their abuse. He doesn’t like to lie, knows that Lunella wouldn’t believe him even if he tried, so he chokes back the bitter taste resting on his tongue and instead he promises, “Even when we’re hurt, we can always be okay again. We can always get better.”
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Stealing You From Me
ao3- Honckity
Parkner- Peter Parker/Harley Keener
WC: 1477
“Do I have to go?” Tony was trying to get Harley to go to a gala with him, since Pepper was out of country for some business thing.
“Yes! It’s just some charity thing that Oscorp is doing. You only have to be there for two hours at the least.” Harley huffed.
“Okay, when is it?”
“Tomorrow or something.” Tony looked back down at whatever he was doing.
The blonde rolled his eyes and walked out of the lab.
“You better have a suit for me!” The teen’s voice echoed as he walked out. Tony scoffed.
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Tony supplied Harley with a plain black suit that had some purple accents around the cuffs and collar. It wasn’t as bad as Harley would’ve expected.
Harley walked out of his room, the tie of his suit hanging around his neck. Tony looked at him and rolled his eyes at the talker’s tie. He stood up and tied it for him. Harley gave him a cheeky smile, Tony lightly hit his arm.
“You ready kid?” The billionaire turned away from Harley.
“Yep!”
“Alright, I’ll tell Happy.”
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The ride over to Oscorp was mostly spent in silence, Tony and Harley spending the half hour on their phones.
“We’re here.” Happy opened the divider and looked back at them as they looked up.
“Thanks, Happy!” Harley said as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Tony shot a quick smile at Happy as they got out of the car.
Tony adjusted his suit as they approached the doors. Happy started driving away.
“Two hours at the least, kid. Two hours.” Tony tried to reassure the blonde.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” They walked into the building and went in the direction of the gala.
It took a three minute elevator ride to get to the gala. Luckily it was only Tony and Harley in the elevator, it wasn’t that awkward.
The gala started at 7:00pm, Harley and Tony were rolling in at 7:20, fashionably late as always.
“Alright kid, no starting fights or flirting with anyone your age. No flirting at all actually.” Tony instructed as he looked around, Harley had heard him say this many times. He usually flirts with people anyways, but restrains himself from fights.
Tony is gone when Harley looked at where he was. This happens whenever they’re at a public event, the southern boy rolled his eyes and walked into the mass of people.
There was quiet music playing in the background of the loud conversations happening around the room. From what Harley could hear, the music was something classical or light rock. He can barely hear it.
The teen makes his way over to the bar, (he only gets water) he sits down and leans his head on one of his hands, he looks into the crowd.
A certain person caught his eye. A boy, he was laughing, he looked like an angel. He was also standing very close to Harry Osborn.
read the rest!:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39444030
#gay#marvel#parkner#parley#harley is a simp#harley keener#harley keener x peter parker#peter parker#tony stark#harry osborn#parksborn#honckity
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October Parkner Week 2022
We have decided to change from Halloween Parkner Week to October Parkner Week with no announcement of an August one so far we plan to continue our event like last year.
This year's prompts will not have a Halloween theme as we got little reaction. We will be having a theme that will be decided soon.
October Parkner Week 2022 will be hosted October 23 through 29. We will announce prompts on September 1st. If you have any questions let us here know.
#octoberparknerweek#parkner#octoberparknerweek2022#peter parker#harley keener#peter parker x harley keener#harley keener x peter parker
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Sign-up for the Parkner Bingo!
Can you feel the love tonight? Because we can! We want to celebrate Peter/Harley with all of you. Do you like a little enemies to lovers? Maybe some alternate universe meet cutes? Or quite possibly, you're like us, and want it all! With your very own custom made bingo card, you can make it all happen.
Sign ups start now (February 1st!) and run through May 7th. You'll have until May 15th to create your fills and complete bingos and maybe a blackout in time to receive badges on June 1st!
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More details are listed on our blog. If you have any questions, send us an ask or you can reach out to either of the mods!
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Rules | FAQs | Schedule | Sign ups | AO3 Collection
Welcome to our first year of the Peter Parker Bingo! For this event, we welcome anything and everything that has to do with our friendly neighborhood spider-man!
We want to share with you the rules and some frequently asked questions, as well as our schedule for this event, which you can find in the links above or in our bio! SIGN-UPS ARE OPEN NOW! SIGN UP HERE! Cards will be sent out starting July 1st.
We're hosting this event from July 1st to December 31st, with sign ups ending August 10th. After August 10th, late sign-ups will be available with pre-made cards.
We can't wait to see all of your wonderful submissions! Please be patient with us; this is our first event and there might be a few bugs!
- Your mods, Jae and Basil
#peter parker#spiderman#starker#winterspider#spidershield#irondad#spideyvenom#spideypool#parkner#teenker#marvel events#mcu#petermj#parksborn#petergwen#peterparkerbingo2021#team red#spideytorch
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When We First Met
(AO3)
Written for: @peterparkerbingo
Square filled: Meet Cute
Relationship(s): Peter Parker & Ned Leeds & Michelle Jones, Peter Parker/Harley Keener
Major Tag(s): AU - No Powers, AU - Human
Words: 1.1k
Warning(s): None.
#mcu#mcu events#peter parker bingo#peter parker#harley keener#michelle jones#ned leeds#parkner#my fic#whenwordsmakesense
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Harley: hey do have the scissors I need to cut this can open
Peter: *hiding the scissors in a nearby drawer*
Peter: No I don’t have them
Harley: the fridge turned it into a slushy
Peter, opening the drawer: Oh here they are
#this was based on a real life event#marvel#marvel mcu#avengers#peter parker#spiderman#incorrect peter parker#incorrect spiderman quotes#incorrect harley keener#marvel harley keener#harley keener#ironlad#parkner#parley#harter#keenker#harleypeter#peterharley#spiderlad
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Here me out last April @official-impravidus hosted a April Remix. It was fun and nice to receive gifts. What is this coming April we have April Remix again?
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To be fair, Peter was thrilled about going to college. He was going to MIT on a full ride, plans to double major in computer science and chemical engineering. (He knew he’d probably have to put up a fight for both of them unless Mr. Stark got involved which, unbeknownst to Peter, he probably would). Of course, first year students at MIT begin undeclared, but Peter already knew what he’d be doing from here on out. He and Harley were headed college, getting their degrees, and, eventually, taking over SI hand in hand.
What Peter was not thrilled about, however, was the notion of having to leave Harley to go to school.
#parkner#peter parker#peter x harley#harley keener#parley#spiderman#spider man#written for server event prompt: rain#ask for the server invite!!#or find the link in this fic
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Maybe There's a Reason (To Believe You'll Be Okay)
Relationships: Harley Keener & Tony Stark (platonic), Harley Keener/Peter Parker (at the end)
Summary: Harley has a crisis, and Tony helps him through it (with a hint of parkner at the end).
Tags: Remix, Parkner Remix Event, Even though its barely parkner whoops, Emails, Letters, Phone Calls & Telephones, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Sexual Identity, Identity Issues, Coming Out, Kinda?, Sexuality, Gay Harley Keener, Crushes, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Acceptance, Self-Acceptance, Love, Parental Love, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, tony stark is a dad, why is that not a tag, Parkner is only at the end, for like a paragraph, Just so yall know :)
For the Parkner Discord Remix Event!!
A remix of @official-impravidus ' fic "Sincerely, Me" (which you can read here!)
This is longer, so ao3 link is here!
Hope you all enjoy! Love you lexie!!
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013, 1:24PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Relationships and Mark V
I don't understand dating. Like, my friend Bryan started dating Rachel today, and that's fine, whatever, but I just don't get it. All they did was hold hands and kiss each other all day. Is that all a relationship is? What even is the point of it? I mean, I know humans are animals and our instincts give us our need to reproduce so we need to find a viable mate and all that stuff, but why do you need to always be together, and hold hands, and do all of that gross stuff too?
Either way, I finally got around to building a mark V for my potato gun! It's just a few upgrades up from the mark IV, for faster shots and farther range, but I think it'll be cool once it's done.
I hope your day is going okay.
-Harley
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013, 10:43PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Relationships and Mark V
Relationships are complex, and complicated. Humans are born to reproduce, yes, but dating, and finding a partner is more than that. It's finding someone you're compatible with, who can be there at your best and at your worst, and a bunch of other deep seeded emotions that are hard to explain.
You don't need to worry about that now, though. You'll understand more when you're older, anyways, so I wouldn't worry about it.
My day has been good. More of a lazy day today, Pepper and I ordered some take out and watched movies in our pjs. I didn't have my phone on me per Peppers request, or I would have answered sooner.
As for the Mark V, the updates sound good. Keep me posted, kid.
-The Mechanic
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Monday, September 8, 2014, 4:57PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Middle School!!
I started middle school today!! And honestly? It wasn't as exciting as I thought it was gonna be. I knew that movies and tv shows oversell the wow factor of middle school and high school but I didn't think it'd be this dull. I'm still in the same class, with all the same classmates, and my classes are still crazy easy. I had hoped that the increase in grade would make it even a little bit harder, but I knew everything on the outline they gave out before the teachers even started teaching!! It's bonkers!
Apparently this middle school also has a STEM, or "gifted" kid program for kids like me though, so hopefully that'll be harder. I'm still gonna be so bored in my normal classes though. Ugh.
I have the STEM classes tomorrow, so I'll tell you how it goes. I know you've been stuck in those awful meetings lately, but I hope your day is going better than mine.
-Harley
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014, 5:04PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: STEM Program
I had my STEM class day today, and it went a lot better than yesterday did! My teachers are all super nice, especially my math teacher, Mr. Trevor. He immediately starting teaching today, which was awesome, because all of my other normal teachers had a Ice Breaker class first (which I hate, we all already know each other, why do we have to say our names and something about ourselves??), but he just went right into it, and started teaching us trigonometry. I haven't learned any of it before, and I'm super excited to dig into it and find out how it works. It's seeming pretty simple so far, just formulas and using calculators right.
The only bummer is the class I got put with. They all seemed to click and get along well together, but none of them really talked to me much. I don't mind though. I'm more focused on my education anyways.
Also! I saw that Captain America and Black Widow took down SHIELD's headquarters on the news. What was that about? Do you know?? Apparently they leaked files too or something???
I hope everything is okay.
-Harley
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Friday, September 12, 2014, 10:27AM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: STEM Program
Hey kid. Sorry for the late response, things have been hectic here, as you probably know. It's been a PR nightmare, with the whole "Cap took SHIELD down" fiasco. I can't say more than that though. Legal things, NDAs, you know how it is.
I'm glad the STEM classes are testing your abilities more. I know the regular classes can be boring for someone of your intellect, but try to enjoy them while they last, okay? Soon you'll be an adult, and doing adult things, and trust me, it isn't as fun as they make it out to be in the movies either.
Don't worry about those kids too. Give it time, they'll come around.
-The Mechanic
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Friday, September 26, 2014, 9:02PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Update?
Hi. Just emailed to give an update on me. Everything's been pretty normal, I guess. Abbie's loving elementary school, her teacher, Mrs. Millar, is really nice. I did my trig test today, and I think I did well. Mama's working late again tonight, but that's just normal at this point too.
Have you ever, I dunno. Felt like you were weird? Or strange, or broken? Like, all of your friends are one way, and doing some things, but you aren't, and everyone looks at you weird, and treats you differently?
I don't know. I don't know where I'm going with this. I just feel off tonight. Think I'm going to go to bed early.
I'm sorry.
-Harley
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Friday, September 26, 2014, 9:48PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Update?
You don't need to apologize, kid. You did nothing wrong.
I used to feel like that, quite frequently if I'm being honest. When I first went to MIT, I felt weird. I stuck out like a sore thumb, and had people talk about me behind my back because of how young I was. But then I met Rhodey, and things got better.
And then Afghanistan happened. And the invasion. Let me tell you kid, I've never felt more broken and alone after that. I had panic attacks, as you know, but I also struggled with a lot of paranoia. Lack of sleeping or eating properly, mixed with trauma does that to you. I was a wreck, and I was so certain I couldn't be fixed. That I'd be like that forever.
And to an extent, I will be. I'll always struggle with it, but it's much, much better now than it used to be. I went to therapy, talking about my feelings, which sucked ass (don't tell your mom I said that), and learned mechanisms to help myself. Learned breathing techniques, practiced meditation, focused more on self care, and now I'm doing so much better.
So, moral of this long, way too personal story. You aren't broken, kid. Whatever is going on, whether it's similar to me or not (I hope not), it'll be okay. You will be okay. Things will work out. And don't worry about what other people think. Focus on yourself, and do what makes you happy, no matter what.
I'm always here if you need to talk, Harley. I might not be much help, or be very good at this whole hormonal preteen emotions thing yet, but I can try.
I'm glad things are going okay outside of that though. I'm glad your sister's settling in well, and I'm sure you aced your test. You're a smart kid.
Goodnight.
-Tony
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Tuesday, October 7th, 2014, 3:38PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Call
Hey, can we call? I know you're probably busy, and we don't normally do that but I'm kinda freaking out about something and I don't know who else to talk to. My number is (___) ___-____
-Harley
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Tuesday, October 7th, 2014, 3:41PM
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Call
Nevermind, ignore that last email. I was being overdramatic, and stupid. I'm fine, everything is okay.
Sorry for bothering you.
-Harley
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He didn't expect anything from the emails. He assumed the older man would've read his last email, and shrugged it off, pretending the previous didn't exist like Harley longed for him too. As he said, he was being dumb. It didn't matter that his heart was pounding, that his brain was screaming at him that he was a freak, and dirty, and so so so wrong , that he was shaking like a leaf and on the verge of tears. It didn't matter. It was stupid. It didn't matter.
He didn't expect that Tony would actually still call him.
He stares at his vibrating cell phone through teary eyes, blurry vision, the number unknown but he knows who it is, knows it because nobody else calls, because when his friends call, they call the home phone, not his phone, so who else could it be?
He blinks the tears out of his eyes, rubbing them away quickly when a few escape, swallowing down his fear and panic and self hatred as he scrambles to pick it up before the call ends (he doesn't think Tony would appreciate it very much if he let it ring to voicemail), stuttering out a shaky, higher pitched "H-Hello?"
"Hey, kid." Tony's voice, much lower and rougher than his, rings through the phone, and Harley braces for the questions, the interrogation he knows is coming, knows Tony's gonna ask him about it, about what's bothering him. Why, why did he email him? Now he's gonna have to tell him what's wrong, now he's gonna have to admit it, admit how wrong and messed up and broken he is- "How was your day?"
Harley jerks back slightly, mouth gaping and eyes wide, caught off guard by the unexpected tame question. "Huh?"
"How was your day?" The man repeats calmly, tone smooth, even, relaxed, like it's a normal conversation on a normal, boring day. Nothing like how Harley is feeling, nothing like the swarming thoughts in his mind, like the flood of emotions in his chest, like the churning in his stomach, the burning ache in his lungs.
"U-uhm," Damn his stutter, he had grown out of it years ago, why was it suddenly coming back now? "I-it was good." He lies, trying to keep his voice from wavering, trying to keep it steady, trying to stay composed as the tsunami of emotions tries to pull him under. "Yeah."
"Yeah?" Tony prods lightly, voice softening slightly, and Harley shakes his head in a nod, firm, even though Tony can't see it, even as tears start to burn at his eyes again, even his chest winds tighter and tighter and tighter .
"Mhm." He forces out, not trusting himself to speak anymore, his throat closing as his feelings start rising up his esophagus, a sob clawing its way up his throat, trying to escape.
There's a pause, then, a moment when everything freezes. A moment right before the iceberg tips, right before everything crashing and burning down around him, right before the beginning of the end. And then, time starts again, as the mechanic asks, quiet, hushed "What's going on, Harley?"
And Harley crumbles .
The sob rips from his throat, echoing loudly in the large emptiness of his garage, a trembling hand covering his mouth as soon as he does. But the floodgates have already opened, tears are streaming full force down his face, his body shuttering through shaky gasps and shattered sobs. "I-I-Im sorry ," He chokes out as he sits down heavily in his old, pachy wheely chair, curling into himself as his body shutters again. He rubs his eye with the hand on his face, sniffling and coughing through a whimpered, "I-I know you're- you're probably b-busy, you- you don't h-have to-"
"I have nowhere else to be." Tony murmurs simply, cutting off Harley's poor attempt at waving him off, at delaying the inevitable for any longer. Harley lets out a small whine as the older man speaks up again, soft, soothing, repeating gently, "What's going on, kid?"
"I-I dont-" He hiccups, running a hand through his shaggy, too long blond curls, tugging slightly as his knee bounces rapidly. "M-My friends, or my classmates, they- lately, they've been, I don't know, they've been talking- talking more about crushes and girls and stuff." Harley sniffles, tugging his hair harder as his vision starts to blur again, the words tumbling out of his mouth now. "And- and I never really c-cared about it, you know? I never really- really unders-stood it, didn't see the appeal, s-so I didnt m-mind it. But they- they just keep talking about it, and getting g-girlfriends, and-and talking about their bodies and I didnt get the- the i-interest, so I thought maybe something was wrong with me-"
"There isn't." Tony chips in, but Harley just runs right over him, keeps blabbering. He knows it's rude, knows his mama taught him better, but he can't seem to stop talking now that he started, his words getting more and more wobbly, panicked the longer he goes.
"But there is , there is something wrong with me, I- I know there is now, be-because when I-I went to school today, the- the past few days really, I started- started noticing that I started f-feeling weird, and- and it sounds- sounds similar to how the- the others say they feel, but it doesn't make sense , it can't be that, I dont- I cant-" Harley's breath catches, and he grinds his teeth together, refuses to speak another word, refuses to accept it, refuses to admit the god awful truth, refuses to utter the words. Because it can't be right, it can't be true, it can't be-
They sit in silence for a few moments, when he assumes Tony thought he would continue speaking but he wont, he refuses , until the softer, calmer voice returns, slightly staticky through the speaker, but barely more than a whisper, as if he spoke any louder, Harley would shatter. He probably would. "So, if I'm understanding correctly, you think you have a crush, and you're... scared?"
He doesn't sound patronizing, just honest, if a bit curious, but it doesn't help calm Harley any, a higher pitched, frustrated noise escaping the back of his throat, his free hand going out of his hair going back to rubbing at his face, rubbing off the tracks of tears, trying to rub away any sign of upset, until his skin is red and raw. "No, I-I mean, kinda- its not- I can't- god , this is so stupid."
"Its not stupid. I get it." The man responds, and Harley wants to laugh, feels the bitter feeling bubbling in his chest, because does he? How can he get this? Harley doesn't even get this, it doesn't- he shouldn't- "What's her name?"
The sound erupts out of him at that, but instead of laughter like he thought it would be, it's just another pitiful whine, another loud, agonizing sob. Because that's the thing, the thing that's been haunting him ever since he figured it out earlier that day, the issue that's been plaguing his mind and freaking him out, winding him up more and more and more as the day went on until he got home and sent those messages.
Because- because when he thinks back to earlier that day, he thinks of lunchtime, of sitting at his lunch table with his "friends", of them talking and laughing, of Harley feeling those weird feelings again, especially when he looked across from him, and saw big, forest green eyes, saw a big, toothy grin, saw two small dimples and scattered freckles, saw short, short black hair, saw a sharper, thinner jaw, saw male male male, felt butterflies flutter, and realized he was wrong, wrong, wrong .
Because- "It's not a girl." His voice is small, defeated, barely a whisper, his whole body tensed up in fear, waiting, waiting for his reaction.
There's a pause, before a faint, quiet, sympathetic, "Oh, kid." That Harley immediately the wrong way, because he hates him, oh god he hates him-
"I'm sorry!" He gasps, jerking upright, sitting ramrod straight and the apologies spilling from his mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didnt- I dont mean to, and I-I know its wrong, and I shouldn't, and I-I know I'm weird and- and a freak , and-"
"Hey, hey, woah!" Tony's voice is louder now, stronger, and Harley hushes up immediately, his mouth slamming shut, even as his body trembles with a silent sob. "It's okay, kid. You aren't any of that."
"But- but I am!" Harley whimpers. "I'm w-weird, and everyone else isn't like this , and-"
"Am I a freak?" Again, the random question sends Harley for a loop, trying to grasp onto any of his quickly scattering thoughts.
"W-what?"
He can hear a faint smile, faint amusement in Tony's tone as he asks again, still so so calm, so reassured, "Am I a freak?"
Harley narrows his shining eyes, still full of tears, staring down at the wooden table in front of him, at the chips and nicks covering the side of it, wondering if this is a trick question. "N-No? Of- of course not, you're Iron Man."
He can hear some noise in the background of the call now, squeaking as if someone's leaning back in a chair, before Tony speaks up again, voice full of warm amusement now. "Well, Iron Man has had a few rendezvous with men in the past, and still likes them to this day. Does that make him, and therefore, me, a freak?" When Harley doesn't answer, mostly out of pure shock than anything else, Tony keeps going, tone going serious again. "Kid, I'm gonna get this out there right away. There is nothing wrong with you for liking boys, you hear me?"
He swallows, and wants to agree, longs to agree, but- "But- but my friends, they all like- like girls , and mama, she- she said that traditional marriage was what God wanted and-"
Harley cuts himself off this time, and Tony only waits a few beats before murmuring softly, "Is that what you think?"
He just shrugs, picking at the table, sniffling, whispering quietly, "I don't know what to think anymore."
There's a soft hum and another pause. "You're different, Harley. I'm not going to beat around the bush, you are different." Harley stomach drops. "But," Tony continues, "Kid, you've always been different. You're so smart, way too smart for your own good, if I'm being honest. And there's nothing wrong with that. People may try to bring you down, or kick you while you are down, but you've gotta remember that, okay? There is nothing wrong with you."
Harley waits a few moments, let's the words wash over him and wrap him in a blanket of warmth, of security and comfort, but there's still one little thing that keeps rearing its ugly head, that's still making him antsy. "But, what if I'm just- overreacting? And I don't actually... y-you know." He finishes lamely, still not ready to completely admit to everything yet.
Tony doesn't seem to mind. "Then that's okay too." He says simply, a bit of shuffling coming through the line. "Kid, how old are you again, like twelve?"
He can hear the teasing in his tone, and rolls his eyes as he huffs out, "Thirteen."
The older man chuckles for a second, before his voice goes back to calm, quiet. "Seriously though, you're thirteen , Kid. You don't need to have everything figured out right away." He snorts, then. "I sure didn't. I think I was a mess at your age, wasn't even thinking about relationships. At least, not long term." There's a pause. "Point is, you don't need to know right now. This might be a fluke, and you might end up liking only girls from here on out. You might end up just liking boys, liking both, or neither, who knows? But you've got time, kid, and that's the key. Give it time . And whatever it ends up being, whatever ends up happening..." His voice softens at the end, a smile prominent in his tone. "It'll be okay. You will be okay."
For the first time all day, Harley finally takes a deep breath. His shoulders finally relax, his body practically melting back into his chair, and a smile grows on his face, warmth blooming in his chest. "...thanks, Tony." He whispers, hoping that the amount of pure, unfiltered gratitude he's feeling can be heard in his tone.
He thinks it can, as there's a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness in Tony's voice as he responds with a simple, "Don't mention it, squirt."
Harley just chuckles at the sudden discomfort of the older man, before his eyes widen. "Oh! While you're here, did I tell you I passed my trig test?"
"Hey! I knew you would, kid, I had no doubt." Harley's grin widens, before he throws himself into another story, feeling warmer, safer, and happier than he has in a while.
A few years later, Tony was getting off of the elevator to his penthouse with a huff, having just gotten back from a rough meeting, when he freezes. His heart warma and a smile grows on his face when he notices Harley, now 17 years old (almost an adult, god he was so old ), curled up into Peter's chest, his face pushed into his neck, seemingly fast asleep. Peter's head rests on top of Harley's, eyes open but hooded, as if keeping them open was getting difficult. They glance over to Tony immediately, though (damn his spider sense and increased hearing), and a faint blush forms on his cheeks even as he smiles lightly, his eyes softening as he glances back down at his boyfriend and presses a firm kiss onto his head. Tony watches the interaction with a soft grin, before quietly stepping away, his chest full of mostly warm, sappy feelings, but also full of pride and joy, knowing his pseudo son is accepted, happy and loved.
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OMG I just stumbled across your blog and I didn't know how much I needed this ship until NOW. I feel so blessed and happy, cause now I have tons of new fics and promts to read! Is there an official blog for the Parkner Week (or something)? Btw thank you sm, have a nice day ❤️
I'm so glad this is helpful for you!! Welcome to the fandom ☺️
There are two Parkner week tumblrs of sorts. One holds all the reblogged fics for the "official" Parkner week. You will find LOTS to read there. The second is a blog thats dedicated to ALL of the Parkner events. Parkner zine, Halloween week, anon event, the Christmas exchange, all of it. I will drop links to both below.
Have a fantastic day!
http://parknerweek.tumblr.com
http://parkner-event-hub.tumblr.com
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hey it’s your anon again! it’s day 3 which means tropes and headcanons!!!! honestly I’m a sucker for any trope that isn’t overly angsty, but my favorite headcanon is where Peter is trans or nb, especially because it helps me to see myself in a character. idk I just think it’s nice. what about you?
DUDE we don't have enough time or space for me to give you all my favorites. So I'll boil down to these!
• I LOVE the idea of Harley having the front of flirty/bad boy, but he's actually got a heart of gold.
• Like, he's honestly just so fucking soft, okay?
• He takes care of his sister and everyone around him. If you need anything or are in any type of crisis, your first thought is Harley Keener
• He has a fat orange cat named Moses. When asked why that's what he named a cat, he gazes into the distance and says "Because he will lead me into the Promised Land"
• He does a little shimmy dance that Peter ADORES anytime a country song comes on, despite saying he hates country music
• When Harley builds his own motorcycle, Peter builds him a special helmet and uploads an AI into it as an extra precaution. Eventually, he houses one of his Iron Man suits in a compartment with nano tech. Steve is super jealous.
• Peter stares off into the distance during labs because he's thinking about how Harley looks in a leather jacket. He mixes the wrong chemicals and explodes a couple beakers because Harley is Just That Hot
Also, I totally get seeing yourself in a character. Harley often struggles with his sexuality from a Christian upbringing because it's familiar territory for me to write. That's the beauty of fanfic 😘
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I realized that not everyone has access to the desktop version of this blog, or has poked around on it, (and you really should because there’s a lot of fun goodies on there) but yeah, we’ve been getting a lot of asks regarding things we have delineated on our help page
HOW TO PARTICIPATE
Pick a prompt
Create a fanwork celebrating the platonic or romantic relationship between Peter Parker and Harley Keener (fic, art, gif, playlist, mood board, edit, video, meme, aesthetic, etc.)
Post on Tumblr!
Tag with #Parkner Week 2019
Put your hat on backwards and fucken party
GUIDELINES:
Smile for the camera
Your work should probably have Peter and Harley in it…
Background pairings are allowed
Explicit work is allowed (I’m a minor and I do happen to know what sex is) just tag appropriately and make sure you are not violating rule 2.
If you’re going to write whump or anything triggering, please tag it.
RULES:
No hate, please. We’re all just here to have a good time. Support each other.
No incest or pedophilia. I will not hesitate to personally yeet you into the sun if you violate this rule. Almost everyone running this event is a minor, including me, your royal creator, so please don’t be THAT person.
Have a good time.
FAQ:
Where can I find the prompts?
Lol bro, here
But also, you do you babe, as long as you tag it #Parkner Week 2019, we’ll reblog it whether or not it fills a prompt.
I’m confused. What does this prompt mean?
It do be like that sometimes. Send us an ask.
If you type the quote into YouTube, it should pull up the related vine.
I’m hungry.
Hi hungry, I’m dad
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