#parkner fic

[petersoftparker]

I love the fics where its like Harley walks into a room seeing Peter for the first time and is immediately like “wow you’re my future husband hello” while Peter is running on 48 hours of no sleep, looking like a mad scientist in the lab being like “what?”

#marvel #MCU #harley keener #peter parker #harley x peter #parkner #parkner fic #meet cute

[spoodrm4n]

This is Me Trying

Chapter One: ‘Cause I Haven’t Moved in Years

Pairings: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is struggling after losing everyone closest to him-- May, Tony, Ned, and MJ. Harley is struggling with where he came from and the parts of his past he never healed from. Harley needs a roommate and Peter is getting evicted. 

Read Ch. 2 here

…

Peter Parker isn’t a bitter person– or at least he doesn’t think so. After all of the detrimental events that have taken place in his life, he’s not bitter. He refuses to believe he’s bitter. 

Sure, he’s living alone in one of the worst apartment complexes in Queens, works two jobs just to afford rent and the bare essentials of life all whilst attending Queensborough community college. In the midst of all of this, he patrols every night, only getting a couple hours of sleep a night. And it’s only been a month since he watched his aunt die and the whole world forget him— including the people he loved most. 

He misses May with everything in him. The grief bubbles up his throat more often than not and sometimes it’s all encompassing and doesn’t let him breathe. He could’ve done more– done better and saved her. Sometimes when he washes his hands he can still see her blood on them. He barely sleeps because he’s plagued by the memories of her death replaying over and over and over and over…

MJ and Ned live on without him and he’s unbelievably happy for them. Sometimes he’ll spot them walking the streets near the coffee shop MJ works at. Sometimes Peter is selfish and even though rent is late and the coffee shop is twenty minutes away, he goes there anyway, just to make sure she’s still okay. Of course she is; he’s not there to screw up her life. 

Ned is the same. He’s still Ned, but not his best friend Ned. It’s odd to think of how people change whenever you’re no longer a lasting impact on them or a constant in their life. Peter misses the sleepovers, building legos, the lab experiments, and the patrolling with Ned as his guy in the chair and it makes his heart ache. 

Another wound that Peter harbors is the death of Tony. When Peter had come back to life from the snap the first thing he had thought to do was find Tony. Nothing else had mattered in that moment. He had found him amidst the chaos of the battlefield and they had hugged and Peter was whole. Not even five minutes later he would be the shell of the person he was. The tears had dried out and nothing was left but numbness. He remembers Mr. Stark’s half-alive eyes and the way his charred skin burned his nostrils. It had been too much. He still has yet to get over that first loss and he hasn’t. He doesn’t know where to start.

He patrols more– all that he can. He saves everyone he can and stays up at night due to the ones he can’t. He gets a bit more reckless, having to stitch himself up more often that he would be willing to admit. Peter is hurting and all he knows is to push it down. Push it down as far as he can and swallow the bitterness because that’s what he isn’t. 

Life could certainly be better, but Peter believes he isn’t bitter.

Harley Keener is a bitter person. He’s grown up bitter and angry and spiteful and he’s well aware. He doesn’t hide it, either– refuses to. If there’s two things Harley is it’s most certainly bitter and honest.

He’s bitter at the fact that he remembers the sounds of his dad beating his ma. He’s bitter that sometimes he would be the one getting beaten instead. He’s bitter at the fact that his dad left when he and Abbie were just kids. He’s bitter that his ma had to pick up two jobs just to support the three of them and that he couldn’t do anything but watch for so long. He’s bitter that he was forced to grow up entirely way too soon. He’s bitter because Tony was one of the only good things in his life and just like everything else it got ripped from him.

He had moved to New York not too long after Tony’s death. Pepper had reached out to him the weekend of Tony’s funeral and had disclosed that there was a large sum stashed away for Harley. Included in that was a suit made specially for Harley as well as a lab that was to be shared with someone named Peter Parker. 

Pepper had tried to remember any mention of the boy, but she would always end up drawing a blank. It also didn’t help that the kid was practically untraceable. 

Harley had bought a nice apartment just outside of Queens in Manhattan and spent his time working through his classes at ESU, doing some contracting work for neighbors or others around the area, and helping save the citizens of New York as his secret identity of Iron Lad.

He’s bitter and angry and resentful at the world he’s grown accustomed to and he’s well aware of it. 

…

“Harley, honey, how are classes going?” Harley rushed to press the phone against his ear, almost missing what Pepper says as he walks into his apartment, kicks off his shoes, and locks the door. 

“They’re going fine, ma’am. Midterms are keeping me on my toes, though.” Harley walks further into the apartment, setting his keys down on the kitchen counter and bending down to lean his elbows against the marble. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Pepper?” He hears her sigh from across the phone line. 

“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell me plenty more.” Harley feels the ghost of a smile pull at his lips. 

“How’s the search for a roommate going? I’m sure there’s plenty of applicants.” Pepper changes the subject and Harley stands up straight now, moving to the living room and eyeing the stack of applications on the coffee table. 

“Sure are. All seem like a bunch of stuck ups, though. No one’s caught my eye.” Harley’s honest with her, picking up a few papers and tossing them back down half haphazardly. 

“That’s a shame. I know how lonely it can be living by yourself. Another person would do you good, Harley.” Pepper knows Harley is struggling, no matter how much he covers it up with jokes, hard work, or just being plain mean. Harley knows she sees right through him. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it, Pepper.” He sighs, sitting down on the couch and switching the phone from his right ear to his left. The thing is though, Harley doesn’t necessarily want a roommate, but Pepper’s been on his ass for the last couple months. He knows she’s only worried about him, but Harley’s doing fine. He’s fine. 

“I know you are. I have to get going, Morgan has gymnastics and she’s been reminding me about it all day,” she laughs and Harley musters a smile. He can imagine Morgan’s pouty face and her puppy dog eyes. 

“Yes ma’am. Can’t keep Mo waiting,” Harley’s smile turns sad as he remembers how long it’s been since he’s seen the two. 

“Bye, Harley. Don’t be afraid to call.” Pepper and Harley don’t say ‘I love you’ well, they say it in different ways. They both understand, though. 

Before Harley gets a chance to respond she’s hung up and he’s left in his own silence. His shoulders slump and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and thinking about what he has to do tonight. 

He decides to go through new applications first, hoping to ease Pepper’s worry. He stands and heads for the front door, quickly finding the mailbox attached to his door. He opens it and a hefty stack of papers await him. He groans, dreading going through all of these applications. He makes his way to the dining table and stacks them neatly in front of him as he sits down. 

He’s about a third of the way through the stack when a familiar name catches his eye. “Peter Parker…” He says aloud, grabbing the paper from out of the stack and examining it carefully. 

“Nineteen years old, goes to Queensburough, works two jobs, lives alone…” Harley rattles off, eyebrows furrowing the more he reads. “Fallen on hard times and it’s become hard to afford an apartment alone.” He finishes. He re-reads the application more, observing the way that Peter had described himself and how he is studying in engineering. “Peter Parker…” Harley mumbles again. He knows that name. He makes a mental note to text Pepper about the name and ask her if that name is familiar. He’s almost certain he had heard Pepper say his name before. 

His eyes find the phone number on the top of the page and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, typing in the number. It rings once, twice, three times, then goes to voicemail. 

“This is Peter! I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I’ll get back with you as soon as I can, thank you!” Harley is slightly annoyed and surprised by the cheery voice that filters through the speaker. The dial tone beeps and Harley blinks, kind of caught off guard.

“Hi Peter, I got your application for sharing the apartment and I’d like to meet with you to discuss further options. Thank ya much, Harley Keener.” He hits the end call button and sets his phone down on the table, continuing to go through the applications. 

…

Peter stops in front of the door of his apartment, getting slapped in the face with the bright yellow paper stuck to his door that reads, ‘60 day eviction notice’. He swallows down the lump in his throat as someone clears their throat from behind him. 

“Rent has been late the last four months, Mr. Parker. I’ve given you multiple chances and it just isn’t working out.” Peter turns on his heel and is met with Mr. Hall. He wears a deep frown, almost like he doesn’t want to kick Peter out, but has no choice. The guy clearly has a choice, though; he’s been doing just fine with Peter’s late rent. Someone’s probably offered the guy more money for the place that Peter doesn’t have. 

“I know and I’m so sorry Mr. Hall, I’ve been trying really hard. It’s just–” Peter’s cut off by Mr. Hall finishing his sentence.

“You work two jobs and you’re going to college? I know Mr. Parker and I’m very sorry, but I can no longer tolerate this. I’ve been patient these last few months but I have a family to feed.” Peter knows it’s bullshit, but forces a smile for him instead. 

“Okay, I understand.” Peter is short and he quickly turns around, ripping the note off his door and swallowing down the lump in his throat. He shuts the door behind him and grits his teeth, setting his backpack on the floor so he can run his hands through his hair. 

He had filled out multiple applications for people looking for roommates in the area and only one had gotten back with him so far, but the rules were entirely too strict for Peter. There was no way he was going to be able to be SpiderMan and live under the same roof as the guy. 

He threw the eviction notice onto the counter and picked his backpack up, carrying it to the small desk in the corner to finish his homework. By the time he was done, the sky had gone dark and the city streets became just a bit quieter. 

Peter breathes out, placing all of his finished work back into its assigned folder and stood, stretching out the stiffness that came with sitting in a poorly made, wooden chair. He chances a glance out of the one window in his one room apartment and decides to turn the police scanner on, getting ready for patrol and putting on his SpiderMan suit. He was itching to get out of the cramped space he called ‘home’. 

…

Harley fiddled with the hot sleeve on his coffee cup as he waited for Peter to arrive. The guy was already ten minutes late and Harley was about to finally get up and leave, accepting he’d been blown off, but the dinging of the front door bell stopped him. 

He looked up and his eyes met with a boys' brown ones. Harley immediately recognized the boy across the coffee shop as Peter, recalling the photo from his application. Peter looked impossibly better in person. His brown hair curled at the ends, but it wasn’t necessarily messy, his eyes were a deep brown, but shone in the sunlight that streamed through the many windows in the shop. He was dressed in a baggy sweater that looked like a lucky, vintage find in a thrift store and some dark-washed jeans. His tennis shoes were teetering on the edge of falling apart and he had a navy blue backpack slung over his shoulder. 

“Are you Harley?” Harley blinked and found that Peter was standing right in front of him now, eyebrows pulled together and hands nervously gripping the straps of his backpack. 

“Y-yeah, go ahead and sit down. Ya know you’re late?” Harley gestured towards the chair across from him, motioning for Peter to sit down. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. You know how awful it can be to get around in the city sometimes.” Peter flashed Harley an apologetic smile, sitting down in the chair and setting his bag on the floor next to him. 

“I understand. So, Peter, tell me about yourself.” Harley was intrigued by Peter. The moment he watched him walk through the door he had wanted to know more about him. 

“There’s not much to say other than what was already on my application,” Peter shrugged, fingers picking at the skin around his nails. 

“Well there wasn’t a lot about you on the application. I know you attend Queenburough and have two jobs, but that’s about it.” Harley quirks an eyebrow, elbows leaning on the table in front of him.

“I’m majoring in engineering and minoring in psychology. I live in a one room apartment that smells like a dumpster because it’s all I can afford– or was. I like photography, but I haven't had much time to get into it again, though.” Peter shrugged, eyes meeting Harley’s every now and again. 

“Got any family that lives ‘round here?” Harley leans forward as he studies Peter. The hurt that flashes across Peter’s face is only there for a split second, then it’s gone again. 

“No.” He answers simply and Harley furrows his eyebrows. It’s obvious his question had been a surprise and touchy subject for Peter.

“They live out of state?” Harley assumed Peter’s situation could be similar to his. He misses his ma and Abbie and makes a mental note to call them at some point this week. 

“Uh, no. I don’t really have any family left.” Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes avoiding Harley’s. The pieces fell into place and Harley lets out a small ‘oh’ at Peter’s words. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Harley’s mouth is dry– he doesn’t know what else to say, really. 

“It’s alright. I think I’m slowly coming to terms with it.” Peter dares to meet Harley’s gaze. His stomach turns at the look of pity on Harley’s face. 

“Ya shouldn’t have to. Look, I’m gonna be honest– I could really use a roommate. The woman that’s practically my second mother has been on my ass about not living alone. And it seems like you could use some company yourself, so, when can you move in?” There’s a few steps Harley skips in the interviewing process, throwing caution to the wind. He’s drawn to Peter and he doesn’t particularly know why, but he wants to. 

“That’s it?” Peter’s jaw is dropped, eyebrows raised. 

“Well, yeah.” Harley shrugs. He figured Peter would be eager at his offer. 

“How much is rent?” Peter asks before he dives head first into what the blonde is offering him.

“$150 a month. I’m pretty well off, honestly, and I would really just need you to pay for utilities and groceries.” Peter has to stop his jaw from hitting the table. 

“Any rules I should know about up front?” Peter believes this is too good to be true.

“I would prefer if you kept your dirty shoes off the rug, don’t forget to clean up after yourself, and shower everyday. Don’t need ya stinkin up the place.” Harley rattles off. “If you let me do me, I’ll let ya do you. Simple as that.”

“Well of course I’m gonna shower everyday who do you think I am?” Peter rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest.

“I don’t know your life, Parker.” Harley pops the ‘p’ if Peters last name in a satisfying and annoying way.

“Well, what if I was a murderer? And-and you just let me move in with you on a whim?”  Peter gaped, hands motioning wildly. Harley blinked at the boy.

“Well are you?” Peter paused, staring back at the blonde. 

“Am I a murderer?” Peter re-affirmed, voice hushed as to not alarm the other patrons enjoying their coffee.

“Yeah, are you?” Harley challenged, arms crossed against his chest. He already knew the answer.

“No! Of course not–” Harley cuts Peter off by standing, the legs of his chair scraping against the tile floor. 

“Then it’s settled. You’re moving in with me.” Harley won’t take no for an answer. 

…

It’s a week later and Peter has packed all of his life into a total of four boxes. Harley is supposed to pick him up and help him move, but now that Peter is all packed, he realizes there’s not much help to be had. 

A knock at his door snaps him out of his trance and he moves to open it. On the other side, there’s Harley who looks like he’s just seen a homeless man piss into a bottle at Central Park and throw it in the kids playground. “You weren’t joking about the dumpster smell, Pete.” Harley pushed past Peter and into the small, empty apartment. 

“I’m all packed up.” Peter says, choosing to ignore Harley’s comment. Harley places his hands on his hips and surveys the room, his eyes landing on the four boxes stacked neatly across the room. 

“Only four boxes?” Harley turns around, head tilted like a confused puppy.

Peter nods back at him, “to be fair, when I first moved here there was only one.” 

Harley can’t decide whether to laugh or frown, so he settles on pulling his lips into a thin line. “Well let’s get a move on, Parker.”

It takes them one whole trip for the both of them to take the four boxes downstairs to Harley’s car. Peter knows he should be at least a bit embarrassed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He doesn’t think Harley cares that much either; it just makes the process a whole lot easier anyhow. 

Peter’s honestly impressed that Harley even has a car. New Yorkers don’t really own cars and when they do they have money.

“You drive?” Peter breaks the silence that has fallen over the two on the drive to Harley’s apartment.

“Good observation, sweetheart.” Harley smirks and Peter fumbles on his next words.

“No-no like— I know of maybe two people that own cars and live in the thick of New York,” Peter clarifies and Harley hums.

“Well I’m not from around here. I moved up from Tennessee for college and in Tennessee you can’t really walk anywhere too quickly. Had to learn how to drive to get around and get a half decent job– although that’s a joke when it comes to Rose Hill.” Harley explains. Peter mentally notes Harley’s accent. Makes sense.

“Do you like it here?” Peter keeps the topic focused on Harley. Harley doesn’t need to know about Peter. Peter is solely moving in with Harley because he can no longer afford to live on his own and there was no way that he could’ve passed up the deal he was offered. After losing May, MJ, and Ned he’s decided and determined to keep everyone at arms length.

“Not really, no. The city stinks all the time, people are downright rude, and traffic constantly bites you in the ass.” Harley complains, fingers drumming impatiently along the steering wheel as they sit in traffic. “What about you? Have you always lived here?” 

“Yeah. Born and raised in Queens.” Peter’s reply is short and strained, making it obvious he doesn’t want to talk about himself any further. Harley doesn’t get the memo and continues with his questions. 

“Ah, so you’re a true New Yorkian.” Harley’s fingers now drum along the wheel to the faint beat of the song that’s playing through the speakers instead of impatiently. 

“That is not a real term.” Peter points out and Harley rolls his eyes, turning for just a moment to face Peter. 

“It is now. I’ve just decided.” And Peter groans, elbow leaning on the console between them and hiding his face in his palm. 

“You shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions like that. They don’t seem like they’re good ones,” Peter looks up and is met with Harley’s right profile. He’s staring at the car ahead, just now moving forward.

“How would you know? You’ve only known me for a week.” Harley shoots back and Peter snorts. 

“Exactly. And now I’m moving in with you.” Harley is silent and Peter thinks he’s finally won the argument, but then–

“You agreed. I didn’t kidnap you; you came willingly.” Peter can’t really argue with that one.

Harley: 1, Peter: 0.

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley keener/peter parker #parley #parkner fic #parkner angst #harley keener #peter parker #harley keener fic #peter parker fic #yes im back in my parkner era and im listening to folklore 24/7 #parkner roommate au

[thedumbestavengerwrites]

hunger games parker/irondad au snippet anyone?

“They’re looking. All of ‘em.” Harley kept his voice low. He grabbed Peter’s sleeve and pulled him behind the chariot so that only the tributes from 12 had a decent view of them. 

Peter allowed himself to be led. His eyes flicked up and down Harley’s body. “I’m not surprised. You look…” he swallowed, licked his lips, “good.”

Harley would have rolled his eyes, but that would have meant he’d had to stop looking at Peter for longer than a second. Instead, he crossed his arms only for Peter to bat at him repeatedly.

“You’ll crease!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t care,” Harley shot back, unfolding his arms anyway. Peter’s mouth quirked upwards and he resisted the childish urge to stick his tongue out at him. Scarily, despite only spending a few minutes here and there together, that familiar pull had started to tug on his heart. “We look stupid.”

Peter looked down at himself and shook his head. He leaned closer to whisper, “We look the best of everyone here.”

The styling of the tributes, traditionally, took inspiration from their main export to the Triskelion. That why, behind them, the tributes from 12 were dressed up to look like sparkly coal miners, and why Brandt and Savin up ahead wore extravagant farmers overalls. The costumes were never understated, no matter how basic the premise. No, they were always done up to the nines in incredibly over the top creations that just had to beat the year previous. 

But Peter and Harley’s outfits… They were simple in their own kind of way. They didn’t rely on shock factor or spectacle, they were just designed to look fucking good. And it worked. Really worked. Their costumes weren’t the most complex, or ambitious, but their straightforwardness made them stand out amongst the rest. 

Harley leaned in too, ignoring the quickening of his heart when he picked up the faint smell of Peter’s bubble bath. “Why do we look the best of everyone here?” Peter frowned at that, eyes asking for clarification. Harley tried again, “Why do we look the best? Why not 1? Or 2, they’re the textiles district.”

“Oh.” This time, Peter’s frown was out of curiosity. “That’s a good point, actually. I mean that's… that’s weird, right? Our tributes last year looked… not like this. Abe–” he cut off abruptly.

Harley knew Peter and Abe had been friends back in school. Watching anyone die in the Games was harrowing, but a hundred times worse when it was someone you actually knew. Everyone in the districts had a bit too much experience with that. Knowing Peter–which he didn’t–he’d want to keep his emotions below the surface, but Harley imagined it must be hard not to think about Abe walking these same steps they were now. Right to the bitter end. Not to mention his parents...

“Peter, something weird is going–”

A loud horn cut him off. From the dark shadows, Hydra Agents marched up the line and instructed everyone to mount their carriages. Peter and Harley shared a quick look before doing as they were told. The Agents did not look in a mood to be messed about.

#as yet unnamed hunger games au #parkner #peter parker #harley keener #parkner fic #peter parker fic #harley keener fic

[lyssismagical]

2,805 miles

There’s 2,805 miles between here and home.

If he hadn’t changed his mind, there would only be 181.

Why did he change his mind? The question would probably forever haunt him, the biggest decision he’ll ever make, he’ll always wonder whether or not it was the right choice. MIT had been his dream for so long, but he chose Caltech.

MIT was a good school, one of the best, but it was also the school Tony went to. Peter didn’t mind living in Tony’s shadow, but he was worried about the possibility of added pressure or being handed things because of his relationship to one of the biggest alumni. He doesn’t want an unfair advantage like that.

But god does the 2,805 miles feel uncrossable.

MJ’s at Harvard. Ned’s at MIT. Flash is taking the year abroad with Harry. Cindy’s at NYU. Betty’s at Yale. Their group of geniuses have been split up and scattered across the country, and Peter’s alone on the west coast.

It shouldn’t be this bad, the homesickness, the ever present ache in his chest, the crushing loneliness, the bittersweet phone calls. It shouldn’t feel like this. He’s in college, for god’s sake. He should be out partying, meeting new people, studying in beautiful libraries, being a free adult. But instead, he’s curled up in bed, laptop open to the Skype screen as he counts down the minutes until Tony will call him.

He knows what Flash would say. Poor baby wants his mommy? Oh wait. And it shouldn’t sting, it wouldn’t if it weren’t true. Flash knows what lines not to cross anymore, dead mom jokes are okay, they should be fine, Peter makes them himself all the time, but it’s true, and it hurts. He wishes his mom were here. He wishes his mom and dad were still living in California, just a bus ride away, and he could go visit them for Family Dinner.

What he really wants is just a hug.

What he would give for May to give him a hug and kiss his forehead and tell him everything would be okay.

The text comes through, an apology, an excuse, something about Morgan, and the postponing of their Skype call.

And it’s okay because Tony doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how desperate Peter’s getting, how much he craves the smallest normalcy, how much he needs these conversations to function. It’s okay.

He calls MJ instead.

“Hey, I’m a bit busy, dude, can I call you back?”

“Yeah, no worries!” he says, proud of himself for keeping his voice even. And then she hangs up and he’s alone in his small, empty, unhomely dorm room with plain white walls and textbooks stacked carefully on the edge of his desk and his pile of clothes in the corner of the open closet.

It’s pathetic really.

“Fuck,” he says, out loud because it’s the only human voice he gets to hear that isn’t tinny or crackly over device speakers. “It’s going to be just fine, okay? Five weeks until Spring Break. Five weeks. You can survive five weeks.”

He sits up, stretches, counts to ten and then drags himself over to his desk.

*

“I think I’m depressed,” he tells Ned the next day.

His back aches, the pit in his stomach has just gotten darker, his head hurts, his eyes are so dry, his hands keep cramping, but at least he’s ahead in his physics class, right?

Ned kind of laughs, one that means he’s not quite sure if it’s a joke or not. “Homesick?”

“How do you know me so well?”

“You’re, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, a momma’s boy. You like familiarity and comfort and your love language is physical affection which I’m sure you haven’t been getting much of lately. Even if your family has it’s… complications, they’re still the most important thing to you so it’s hard to be so far away.”

“What the hell, dude?”

Ned laughs, realer this time. “Sorry, I’m taking a psych class.”

“Is it easier there? Being closer, I mean?”

He pauses, thinks about it, the sound of Peter’s fan, the one constant in his life, that fills the space between. “It’s not like I’ve exactly got the time or money to make the roadtrip home all the time. A hundred and eighty miles is still a hundred and eighty miles.”

“I guess.”

“All I’m saying is that you made your choice for all the right reasons, and you shouldn’t change your mind now because you think MIT will be easier. Peter Parker doesn’t give up for the easier option.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re taking a philosophy class too.”

“Speaking of, I’ve gotta go, dude, I’m sorry. Listen, take a shower, get dressed, go for a walk, eat something good. It’ll make you feel better.”

He gets a notification for five dollars sent to him by MJ with a little note buy yourself a coffee bestie.

Peter’s nothing if not a good listener, so he gets up and does as he’s told. It’s a nice, cool day in California, so he puts on a pair of jeans, a collared button-up, and a comfy sweater overtop, a classic Peter look. If MJ saw him, she’d definitely tell him that college is about experimenting and finding yourself, not sticking to what you’ve always been. Despite them not being here, he’ll always have her voice in his head. And he buys himself a coffee from the shop just around the corner of his dorm building.

Campus is big so it’ll be a long walk to go around the campus in a circle. He puts on some music and starts walking, getting lost in his head.

Smell the roses, May would say. Get out of that big head of yours and see the world around you.

And if Ned were there, he’d laugh and say, If we had brains like his, we’d never see the world either.

Peter would blush and shake his head, try to peel back the compliments but he’s learned it’s pointless with them.  

Someone touches his arm, a barely there feeling, and he looks up, a polite smile on his face. You have a resting sad face, MJ says in his head.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

He focuses on the southern speaker, a young man with wild dirty blond curls, sunkissed skin, a sprinkling of freckles over his nose, a silver nose ring, dark blue eyes, and eyelashes he knows Cindy would fawn over.  He’s wearing an old black t-shirt that reads Yee and a flannel over top with a pair of even older straight-legged jeans.

“It’s alright,” Peter says automatically. You’re too nice to strangers, it’ll get you killed, MJ would say.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Just thinking about how my friend would say I’m too nice for my own good,” he replies honestly. “And too honest.”

The man laughs. “Maybe, and my sister would say I’m too forward or maybe that I’m annoying, but it’s who I am… My name’s Harley, we’re in the same chemistry class with Bailer. You didn’t show up for class yesterday and I was thinking about reaching out to offer my notes, but I chickened out. Like why would a random student notice one person missing from our class of like three hundred? It seemed creepier than helpful.”

“That’s very kind of you,” Peter says. He takes a nervous sip of his coffee. He doesn���t know why he’s nervous, but he also knows exactly why he’s so nervous. It’s just a conversation with a classmate, but Harley’s paying his full attention to him, looking at him and smiling and nose ring catching the sunlight.

“It wasn’t too complicated anyway,” Harley says. “And from what I’ve seen, you’re like a certified genius, so I don’t know how much my notes would help, but at least it’s something.”

Harley pulls open his bag adorned with colorful pins and pulls out a notebook filled to the brim with cue cards and sticky notes and paperclips a variety of colors. He flips it open and rips out the last few pages and hands it over.

“Here,” he says, smile unwavering like it’s what he was born to do. “You can give them back to me the next time you’re in class.”

“Sure, of course, thank you so much.” May would roll her eyes at his constant good manners and say you sure didn’t get that from me or your uncle.

Harley nods. “Yeah! My mom would say it’s southern hospitality or something.” He puts on a higher pitched, slower voice to imitate his mom.

Peter can’t help the smile that tugs at his mouth. They have very similar thinking patterns, apparently. “Well, thank you.”

“Hey!” Harley says, looking at Peter’s coffee. “Do you live at Pasadena? I’ve been meaning to try their coffee place, is it good?”

“It’s really good, yeah… Maybe we can study together there sometime?” Peter offers shyly. “We have that big chem midterm coming up and I haven’t found any study partners yet.”

Harley smiles a little wider. “That sounds perfect. Here, I’ll write my number on those notes so you have it and we can find a time that works.”

He pulls a red sharpie from his bag and writes his number on the chemistry notes.

Nice one, loser, didn’t think you had it in you, MJ would say. And Ned would laugh and demand pictures and the phone number so he can see for himself if Harley’s good enough. And May would ruffle his hair and try to give him a condom. Just in case! she’d say, hands lifted in defense and try to teach him about safe sex again. And Cindy would start spouting statistics about first dates and relationships. And Flash would say, how’d you score someone so out of your league, Parker?

“It’s a date,” Harley grins. “I’ll see you around, Peter. And, might I suggest, get out of that genius head of yours before you run into a tree.”

And maybe he’s not so homesick. Maybe he needs to make California his new home with people like Harley. Maybe he should reach out to Gwen from his English Literature class who he worked on a project with. And maybe he should start talking to the boy who lives across the hall from him in Pasadena, Harry, who loaned him a couple quarters to do his laundry and bakes cookies every weekend to share with the floor.

Maybe he will get out of his head and into the world.

There might be 2,805 miles miles between Caltech and Queens, but there’s only half a mile between his dorm and coffee and a world of possibilities.

Taglist:

@littlemissagrafina  @spideyspeaches @romeoandjulietyouwish @c-artara @shadedrose01 @likeaphoenix13 @misskirkstark @you-get-killed-walk-it-off @kitkatwinchester @emo-girl10 @hold-our-destiny @imalivebecauseirondad @spiderman-peterman @dykeragee @maryserrao @heeeyitskay @parknerandirondad @lilacsandlilies4 @loveliestdisappointment @joyful-soul-collector @genderfluid-and-confuzled @fallenstar07 @gyurolls @sdottkrames @you-did-it-sir @not-today-thx @fandomstuffff @wicked-starlight-collector @moongoddess2k4 {Let me know if you wanna be added or removed}

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[spaceoddy]

excepts from fics i’ll never write: titanic au

- -

The Milky Way smiles down them, twinkling like dancing lights in a clear sky that blends into the Atlantic waters on the midnight horizon. The scenery — in its vast blackness — fills Peter with serenity. Casually, he rises onto his tiptoes, over a row of lifeboats, and stares off into the beautiful unknown.

He gazes longingly, foolishly wondering if the waves crashing against Titanic will blink before he does. Of course not, but the edges of Peter's eyes run teary against the wind before he surrenders.

"Whatcha thinking 'bout?"

Harley's sugary voice draws Peter back to reality, if for a moment. He trades idealized thoughts for uncomfortable realizations. While his mind races to reply, the realization dawns on Peter that he can't remember the last time someone inquired about what he thinks.

"Just..." Peter trails off, resigned eyes magnetized to the first-class entrance behind Harley: the gateway to the suffocating lions' den, the signal that their fairytale evening has ended. Elegant strings of violins echo off the walls, screeching like trapped steam against Peter's ears.

Finally, Peter swallows the lump in his throat. "I don't want to go back," he confesses with a defeated shrug. A half-hearted laugh slips out as well. Peter barely triumphs over his reluctance and shimmies off Harley's heavy jacket. He hands it back to Harley.

While folding the jacket over his arm, Harley casually says, "don't."

Peter recoils; he toys with his earlobe, doubting his own hearing. A hundred responses threaten to burst off his tongue. Scoffs, protests, idyllic contemplations — they all stand at attention.

Incapable of choosing his words, Peter aims his eyes back to the stars. Perhaps it's a deflection, yet Peter can't help sighing. Ultimately, yearning is what spills from his lips. "It's so beautiful," he whispers, awestruck.

Harley nods. "Sure is." Both boys crane their heads upward; Peter leans against the railing while Harley spins around a davit. Harley points to a cluster of stars, and Peter follows the tip of Harley's calloused finger to a constellation he knows all too well. "They call that one, uh..."

"Orion," Peter says.

Harley smiles. "Yeah, yeah. That's it."

Peter chuckles, almost to himself. "My Uncle Ben... he knew all of the constellations." A splash of melancholy dries Peter's throat, though he perseveres. "I found it so impressive how easily he'd identify them, but he told me it was only man's way of coping with how small we are."

Harley raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

" 'Our crowd,' " Peter says, deepening his voice to imitate the timbre of the man he misses dearly. " 'We think ourselves giants...' " Peter trails off and toys with the rope wrapped around the davit. "But we're not even dust in God's eye."

Harley catches how Peter finishes the thought in his own voice. The hint of a smirk tickles the corner of his lips. "There's been a mistake; you're not one of ‘em."

When Peter tilts his head in confusion, Harley playfully pokes his finger into Peter's chest. "You got mailed to the wrong address."

Peter throws his head back and laughs, ignoring the sweaty strands of hair that stick to his glistening forehead. "I did, didn't I?"

Suddenly, a glimmer in the sky catches Peter's eye. He stares up, awestruck as he points to the tail of a soaring comet. "Look! A shooting star!"

Harley breaks his intimate gaze on Peter to catch the star as it dashes above them. "Wow," he draws out an impressed whistle. It seems Peter's sentimentality is contagious. "Y'know, my ma told me every time you see a shooting star, a good soul's flyin' up to Heaven."

"I like that," Peter smiles. "Might be why we wish on them."

Wishes.

Once upon a time, Harley's mind ran wild with them. Hopes and dreams and prayers that the universe might play in his favor. Now, he knows better. Change and action come from within. But Peter? The sparkles in his chocolate eyes tell Harley that he holds on to quixotic ideals of fate and happy endings.

Maybe they can meet somewhere in the middle.

Harley pierces the space between them. His dry, cracked hands work up the courage to stroke Peter's soft jaw. He expects Peter to push him away, but the younger boy freezes, content in this moment. Just above a whisper, Harley asks, "what would you wish for?"

Peter's eyes dance around Harley's pale face. In the span of seconds, he lives an entire life of freedom. He pictures every dream and whim he's too frightened to entertain. In all of them, Harley is by his side.

A nameless figure pulls open the door to the first class lounge, and the chorus of strings and shallow chatter spills out like a raging tidal wave. Peter's hopes are dashed when reality yanks him back down to earth, crudely reminding him of where he belongs, despite all his resistance.

Finally, he wraps his hand around Harley's and slowly pulls it off his face. He looks down, too ashamed to maintain eye contact when he speaks. "Something I can't have..."

Peter squeezes through the narrow gap between Harley's frame and the railing. Desperate to hide his plummeting heart, he grumbles out an injured, "goodnight, Harley," and scurries back to first class — back to suffocating familiarity.

Harley calls after him, but the door bangs shut, dividing their worlds once again.

#parkner #parkner fic #peter parker #harley keener #my writing

[rightsforharleykeener]

okay hi so one of my parkner fics got nominated for the parkner awards 2023 for best in fluff so i would very much appreciate it if people could give it a read!

#harley keener #marvel #avengers #parkner #peterparker #parkner fic #harley x peter #parley

[peter-nephew-of-ben]

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Shuri, Betty Brant/Ned Leeds, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Michelle Jones, Shuri (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Betty Brant, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), May Parker (Spider-Man), Original Characters, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Harley Keener as Iron Lad, Harley Keener is a little shit, MJ holds the one brain cell, tony is an idiot, Awesome May Parker (Spider-Man), BAMF May Parker (Spider-Man), Mild Language, Aged-Up Character(s), Adult Peter Parker, Adult Harley Keener Summary:

Peter and Harley have been dating for almost a year - they live, work and fight crime together - but somehow, none of their friends or family have noticed. When they realise that no one knows of their relationship, they take the opportunity to have fun and mess with everyone.

I've actually finished it! Here's a link to my completed Parkner fic - I say completed but knowing me I'll probs come back in a few months time to add some extra one-shots or something

#peter parker #peter x harley #harley keener #parkner #parley #mj watson #ned leeds #tony stark #betty brant #shuri #pepper potts #morgan stark #spider-man #irondad and spiderson #spiderman #fanfic #fic #parkner fic #may parker #avengers #fake dating but kind of in reverse?

[waechterin-der-nacht]

MJ reveals that she and Peter used to date, and Peter comes out as sex-averse to Harley.

#i didn't mean to add another chapter but it happened #whoops #anyway #nachtwächterin writes #spider man fanfiction #mcu fanfic #spider man #parkner fanfiction #peter parker x harley keener #parkner fic #sex-averse

[guest-1-2-3]

so. never consumed any mcu content whatsoever. however i have recently stumbled upon peter parker/harley keener fanfics, went down a rabbit hole, and am now obsessed with their dynamic and i realized i have just fallen into the trap of another blond + southerner + sarcastic + calls-his-boyfriend-darlin’ + infinitely supportive + big fucking nerd x incredibly traumatized + sarcastic + italian + orphan + definitely-started-saving-the-world-too-young + big fucking nerd ship. i am nothing if not predictable

#their relationship is not all solangelo i just noticed the parallels lol #also thriving off of the found family dynamics that exist in peter/harley + the avengers fics #all i’m getting is that tony stark is a reluctant father figure 💀 however i barely know what’s canon don’t come at me #steve. clint. sam. bruce. bucky. natasha. wanda. vision. shuri. pepper. matt. etc #i have gained so much knowledge of the marvel cinematic universe! (i have intense spoilers of every characters traumatic backstory now) #hmm hydra. shield. friday. karen. midtown. acadec—mj ned betty cindy abe mr harrington fLasH #im just listing things i did not know that i now know. i find it very funny that i have no idea what’s ooc or canon tho #it’s like i’m reading an original story cause bro i do not know shit about spiderman #parkner #solangelo #also idk if peters actually italian but he definitely is in this fic and somewhere in the canon universe he might be implied to be? idk man #im going in blind #spiderman

[thompsborn]

harley, gay and nervous: do you wanna hang out maybe? no spidey stuff or school stuff, just watch a movie and have some snacks or something?

peter, stupid and constantly drowning in misplaced guilt: oh my god is the spidey stuff overwhelming? do you need a break? oh god all of our friends are busy of course you need a break it’s so much i’m so sorry and i’m probably your last choice so you have to make it clear that you don’t want to talk about spidey stuff or school stuff because you need a break from it all and i haven’t even noticed i’m such an asshole—

harley, even gayer: i’m literally trying to ask you out

#parkner #my writing #its. uhhh. do??? is this a spoiler if i #hold on i’m gonna make the tags long enough to block it #dont read the next tag if you don’t wanna know the implied spoiler this is for #last warning! #it’s the tag after this one beware be careful proceed with caution!!!!! #homeward bound fic

[babyloveparkner]

her weird, wonderful brother

a sequel to a primer for the small weird loves. part 2 in the limericks and love songs and letters series.

5 times that Emma Keener learns something new about her brother plus 1 time she realizes that he’s still the same Harley that she grew up knowing and loving.

he’s gay

he goes to college in new york

he has a boyfriend named peter

he reads and writes poetry

he worries a lot

and, of course:

when he loves, it’s with everything he has

ft. harley’s sister growing up and realizing that maybe him suddenly moving to a different part of the country despite only being fifteen probably matters more than their mom originally let on, an outside perspective of the growth harley has gone through via his time in new york and the love of his support system, and a peek into the future—including some moments from harley and peter’s wedding.

first chapter (which is what the moodboard is for) is now being written. i am currently planning to have it posted by the end of october.

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley x peter #peter parker x harley keener #peter x harley #spiderlad #parley #keenker #peter/harley #harley/peter #peter parker/harley keener #harley keener/peter parker #limericks and love songs and letters #additional idea for another part in the primer verse; a different 5+1 from tony’s pov? #and also definitely want to write something from peter’s pov to like highlight how differently he thinks than harley and like #highlight his perspective of the entire first fic in little snapshots and moments and such

[harlstark]

Harley keener and pet names.... thoughts?

“darlin” end of conversation.

#i associate this word with him now and forever #he uses it for sure #if you mean pet names people call him tho #i like fics where peter calls him princess #starting off as a joke but turning into like #a genuine term of endearment #harley keener #mcu #marvel #parkner #peter parker #ironman

[spoodrm4n]

HEY!

i posted a parkner fic at like 2am last night and i just wanted to post it here again because i know it’s a poo poo time to post on here 

sooo here’s the link...

We Ain’t Angry at You, Love (you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost)

#parkner #peter parker #harley keener #harley keener centered fic #fourth of july fic #parkner fic

[bluewlnteroses]

totally obsessed with the idea of peter not realizing his spider sense is acting up not because he's in danger but because he's flustered around his crush

#i keep thinking about him being all jumpy and nervous and starts to avoid his crush because he doesn't understand what is going on #and the other person gets the wrong idea thinking peter is avoiding them because he realize his feelings so miscommunication !! #and eventually they confront one another and kiss !! the end #(i could have been an amazing fic writer lmaooooo) #yes this was about parkner #it still is

[lyssismagical]

the velocity of a cheerio

some parkner i wrote a long time ago and forgot about anyway

Harley turns his head on the pillow, breathing in the soft smell of cinnamon and laundry. The smell of home.

Peter’s tucked into his side, head on his chest, eyes still closed, eyelashes fanning out across his pale skin. His hair is a mess, bedhead doing his curls justice. He’s wearing one of Harley’s t-shirts, hanging low enough that Harley can rub his thumb over Peter’s collarbone soothingly.

The sun is just barely in the air, casting the room in the softest orange glow, making Peter’s curls look more golden than brown. He’s always looked like an angel, but there’s something about Peter sleeping, face slack and drooling on Harley’s chest, void of all the stress he carries on his shoulders.

Their alarm will go off any second. Peter has a busy day, as he always does, and Harley has to make it back to the tower before Tony knows he’s been missing all night. He knows he has to tell Tony about Peter, about this life he’s created outside of being a Stark and a future outside of SI.

But it’s wonderfully nice way to wake up, before the alarm, to be able to just appreciate his boyfriend and live sweetly in the moment.

And then he gets a foot in his chin.

He groans, pulling away instinctively and shaking Peter awake accidentally with the movements.

“June, c’mon, watch your feet,” Peter grumbles, still mostly half-sleep.

Harley smiles, though, catching the next foot that nearly catches him in the jaw. He laughs, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. Peter’s all sleep-warm and mussed against his side, grinning into Harley’s skin.

“Sorry about her,” Peter murmurs. “I’ve been trying to get her into her own bed at night, but it’s slow-going… Benji’s been good and Elizabeth’s been wonderful for a while now, but I’ve been having trouble keeping June in her room all night.”

Shaking his head, he tugs June up the bed by the foot, listening to her giggles. He flips her around, gets her settled between them and tickles her side, stopping when June kicks Peter in the hip making him stifle a groan.

“Do you wanna do me a favour, sweetheart?” Peter asks, slipping an arm around his daughter.

She nods, eyes so brilliantly wide.

“Do you wanna go make sure your brother and sister are up? And then go see if you can pull down some Cheerios for breakfast?”

June smiles, pushing herself out of bed and nearly stepping on Harley’s chest in her haste to follow the instructions from her dad.

She races out of the room, leaving Harley to laugh into Peter’s hair.

“I’m sorry about her,” Peter mumbles.

“Don’t apologize.”

“I’m still sorry. I know this isn’t an ideal situation for us, for anyone. Having three kids… I told you at the beginning of this that it was going to be too much for you to handle, Harls. We’re never going to have a night alone, you’re not… Listen, I’ve loved these past-”

Harley shakes his head, tightening his grip on his boyfriend. “I thought I told you, the first time we had this conversation, that it was my decision. I’m happy here with you and your kids. You know how much I love them.”

“Harley-”

“No, darling, I’m happy, okay? Are you happy? Because that’s all that matters.”

Finally, Peter smiles, lightening up. “I’m so happy. Unbelievably so.”

The alarm goes off on Peter’s nightstand and Peter laughs, tucking himself closer to Harley’s chest. Outside the room, the kids are all stomping through the house, feet loud and voices louder.

“Guess we’ve gotta get up and get going,” Harley says.

“I kinda wish we could stay here forever. I know that’s not possible but…”

Harley kisses him sweetly. “Me too. But I have to get home early and you’ve got classes to get to. Do you wanna ride to campus?”

“Thanks. Would you mind driving Elizabeth to school too? And then June and Benji to daycare? Or is that too much to ask?”

“Never too much, honey.”

“You’re sure? Because, Harley, seriously-”

Harley kisses him again, more to shut him up than anything. “It’s good. We’ll even swing by McDonald’s for an unhealthy breakfast.”

Peter tucks his head into the space between Harley’s chin and shoulder, grinning softly and pressing his warm mouth against Harley’s collarbone.

“You’re a godsend, I hope you know that,” Peter says, mouth moving against Harley’s skin as he speaks. “I don’t know how I ever managed without you.”

Harley doesn’t argue, not because he doesn’t want to, but because they don’t have the time for that kind of argument. Instead he just shakes his head, surprised that despite everything, despite raising his three children on minimum wage while putting himself through school, he still puts himself down. Peter does the impossible every single day without complaint, and yet, he still thinks that Harley being here, offering a ride or to pay for dinner, makes him a godsend.

“Come on,” Peter says, pulling himself up and out of Harley’s arms. “We’ve gotta get going before we’re all late.”

Harley can’t help but smile, absolutely, wholeheartedly loving his boyfriend. “Let’s get the kiddos all wrangled up and ready to get out the door. How do you feel about dinner? Next Wednesday?”

Peter, forever wonderfully put together and easy, shakes his head. “Sorry, babe. I work Wednesday morning, I’ve got an afternoon group meeting for that project I told you about in my astrophysics. And then Elizabeth’s got dance after that, so I’m taking the twins with me to get them out of the house and moving too.”

“Thursday for lunch?”

“Sweetheart,” Peter laughs, dragging Harley out of bed. “I’ll add you to my calendar, yeah? And we’ll make time.”

Harley hugs Peter around the waist, kissing his forehead and then pulling away to find a pair of jeans to slide into. “Adding me to your calendar? Is that like a step below engagement?”

“Daddy!” Elizabeth shrieks before barreling into the room. Her hair, carefully separated into two immaculate Dutch Braids, thanks to Peter the night before, is already a little wild, tugging at the ends of the braids in frustration like Harley’s seen Peter do a thousand times to his own short curls.

Peter’s smile goes soft in a second, parental, sinking down to his knees to catch Elizabeth in a hug. He’s quick to redirect her tugging hands to his shirt, letting her hang onto the fabric around his shoulders.

“What’s going on, honey?”

She pouts, looking so much like her doting father. “Ben keeps throwing his Cheerios at me! It keeps getting in my hair!”

“Oh, honey,” Peter goes, all easy and simple. “It’s alright. Cheerios are harmless, they can’t hurt you. But I’ll be sure to talk to Benji about keeping his food to himself, yeah?”

This seems to immediately soothe Elizabeth, because somehow, despite everything, Peter’s managed to raise wonderfully angelic children. “Okay… Time to go soon?”

Harley jumps in. “Yep! Let’s get you and your siblings ready to go and give your dad a second to get ready too. I’m driving you to school this morning so let’s get you good to go.”

Peter seems almost standoffish by the idea, though. “They have lunches in the fridge-”

“I know.”

“And the shoes are the-”

“Purple ones by the door, yeah.”

“And her schoolbag is-”

“On the hooks, as always.”

“And her-”

“I know, hon. I’ve got this.”

Peter smiles halfheartedly. “Sorry. Yeah. You can- Yeah. Go for it.”

Harley presses a kiss to Peter’s cheek before scooping Elizabeth up into his arms and slipping into the main part of the apartment.

After watching Peter do this routine so many times before, almost all of their dates revolving around the kids and their needs, Harley feels confident in his abilities to get them through the motions, especially with the ever-responsible Elizabeth on his heels. And he does a good job. Within the time it takes Peter to take a quick shower and get his things together, Harley’s got all three kids at the door, ready to go.

Peter grins, so bright and, god, the most beautiful sight Harley’s ever seen, when he sees the good work Harley did, and he grabs Harley by the elbow to tug him into a kiss. “You’re a saint.”

“What’s that saying, hunny? The pot calling the kettle black?”

Peter rolls his eyes fondly and opens the door. “Come on, offspring, down the stairs to the lobby.”

Peter takes Benji and Harley takes June to help them down the stairs, one step at a time with their little legs, while Elizabeth races down ahead of them. The only reason Harley knows Peter isn’t worried is because Elizabeth knows the rules for the lobby. No leaving, wait at the bottom of the stairs where Peter can see her, don’t talk to strangers, all the rules most kids get taught, and Elizabeth’s incredible at following those rules.

They pile into Harley’s old truck, one outfitted with three car seats for the kids in the back row, and they’re off on their errands. June and Benji at daycare, Elizabeth at school, and then they’re off to campus for their morning classes.

They share a very early physics class, where they met four months ago, so, as is tradition, Harley buys Peter a coffee on the way to class.

A good ten minutes before class starts, they arrive, hand in hand, Harley carrying Peter’s books like a gentleman. They have plenty of time to get their books and stationary set up, sip at their coffees, and then Peter just slumps against Harley’s side, face pressed into the skin of his neck.

“Tired, baby?” he says, kissing his forehead.

“A little. Thank you for being so helpful this morning, I really do appreciate it and everything you do.”

“You don’t have to thank me for being decent.”

Peter lifts his head, giving an unimpressed look.

Harley tries to hide his smile. “What I meant to say was you’re welcome, Peter.”

“Good.” Peter rests his head back on Harley’s shoulder. “I’ll call May later today and try to plan a weekend where she can take the kids, so we can get a couple days just us. Maybe we’ll take a roadtrip or something. Do something like regular college kids.”

“That sounds really nice, but seriously, I don’t mind our date nights being eating spaghetti with the kids or doing errands or waking up to a foot in the face. I’m really, really okay and happy and satisfied and- and good. So good.”

Peter kisses him like he’s trying to show all his gratitude in the world using just his tongue.

“Good. Because you make me so unbelievably happy and it’s not just because of the help you’ve given. I need you to know that.”

“Love language, baby. You use all those sweet words and sweeter kisses, I show my affection using acts of service. At least that’s what my sister told me when she was on one of her Buzzfeed binges.”

Peter kisses him again. “Fine. I’ll stop arguing about it, okay? Happy?”

“Very. So happy. But stop it with that mouth of yours. We gotta focus on physics now, sweetheart.”

“E=MC2, yeah?”

“I love it when you talk physics.”

“Shut up and pay attention.”

Taglist : @littlemissagrafina  @spideyspeaches @c-artara @shadedrose01 @likeaphoenix13 @misskirkstark @you-get-killed-walk-it-off @kitkatwinchester @emo-girl10 @hold-our-destiny @imalivebecauseirondad @spiderman-peterman @dykeragee @maryserrao @heeeyitskay @parknerandirondad @lilacsandlilies4 @loveliestdisappointment @joyful-soul-collector @genderfluid-and-confuzled @fallenstar07 @gyurolls @sdottkrames @you-did-it-sir @not-today-thx @fandomstuffff {Let me know if you wanna be added or removed}

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[teddytheartist]

Can I just say, I love the parkner community sm, like you guys are awesome, we’re all delusional and happy together I love it so much

#literally #i cannot believe I didn’t know about this ship #but also what a lovely little community this is #also also I’m desperate #anyone pls rec me parkner fics #or im going to have to re read the same 5 over and over again #till the end of time #peter parker #parkner #peter parker x harley keener #harley keener #harley keener x peter parker