Peter was still trying to stomach everything he’d learned. That what he’d seen at Silph had been going on for far longer than he’d ever considered. That Harley had fought and defeated HYDRA first, years ago in an event hauntingly similar to what Peter had faced a few months back.  That this thing between them was definitely growing at a spiraling rate that Peter couldn’t quite grasp. It had become something much bigger than just friendly flirting between strangers. Something neither of them had quite acknowledged, until Harley’s little slip-up back at the beach.  Peter knew that was what it was. The way Harley walked beside him with his shoulders still hunched made it clear the pet name had been unintentional.  It’d still knocked Peter off his feet, though.  Darlin.’  Challenging the Viridian City Gym was sure turning out to be a whole lot more than he’d bargained for.

Harley had been beside himself all morning, rushing home to Pallet Town as soon as he’d left the Pokémon Center. Not stopping to assess the damage in the gym or for Gyarados’ swim like he normally would. He had no idea when to expect Peter might come by; Harley didn’t want to risk missing him.  Not that his haste had done him any good in the end.  But it was still early. Maybe Peter had better habits than he did - Harley would be the first to admit his sleep schedule was a wreck on the best of days. There was still a whole afternoon left for Peter to make an appearance.  At least, that was what Harley kept telling himself. It was an easier pill to swallow than the alternative.

Harley had a pretty sweet gig as far as Pokemon training went. He spent his days in Viridian City, battling the best of Kanto's trainers who came around to challenge the final League gym. He was living a trainer's dream, but honestly? Harley was starting to get bored. The spark of excitement that battling had always given him was starting to fade, and it had been a while since any trainer had been able to reignite it. Shackled into staying where he was, Harley waited for something new to come along. That something came in the form of one Peter Parker. Peter was almost a year into his journey to be the very best. After traveling across Kanto, he finally found himself ready to earn his last badge at Viridian City Gym - only to find it closed upon his arrival. With no choice but to stick around until he found the gym leader, Peter figured he may as well take advantage of the city's caliber of trainers to sneak in some extra practice. That was how he found himself standing across a battlefield from Harley Keener, who proved to be the biggest challenge Peter had ever faced in more ways than one.

Like???? Why I'm not seeing this grown ass man on my home page???? Y'all bitches are being lazy.

There weren’t many moments in the entire time they’d known each other, dating or otherwise, that Peter had managed to successfully surprise Harley. He had the most annoying knack for figuring things out - birthday parties, Christmas presents, Peter’s secret identity. It drove Peter crazy.

It gave him all the more reason to cherish the look on Harley’s face; the way his blue eyes glowed with awe, the way his lips parted around words he couldn’t find. He was beautiful.

God, he was so beautiful. ___ Peter's track record with keeping secrets from Harley is admittedly not great. But this isn't about being able to keep a secret. This is about Harley, and it's all as simple as that.

A very special, very soft update of the You’ve Got New York verse for my other half @volantium. 

We’re coming up on two years next month since I first started this series. Time flies when you’re busy writing soft boys kissing a lot. 

Sending you and your family well wishes!

You’re my only hope because I am literally going insane. I read, years ago now, a Harley Keener/Peter Parker post-Endgame fic where Tony had set it up so they moved into the same apartment complex and both had access to Karen as their AI. They would sometimes babysit Morgan, and hadn’t fully gotten together yet. Harley was faceblind and didn’t realize that the kid he saw up in a tree during Tony’s funeral was Spider-Man, who sometimes hangs out on the roof of Harley’s building having mental breakdowns. Lots of grief and mourning and awesome Stark family feels. Tony is definitely dead.

I don’t know who else to turn to to ask if anyone at all remembers this fic and can help me find it. At the time that I stopped reading it, it hadn’t been updated in a while and had roughly 12-19 chapters posted. It was on ao3 but the filters are not helping me find it.

Please, please if you can share this and help me find this fic, I will be so grateful. I know it’s not your usual ship, but I stopped following the MCU fandom when it just got too toxic in places.

Thank you!

Thank you!!

I figured this could fit in between the chapters of my hate Fuck AU I have if y’all wanted it to!

14. “Do you want my fingers?”

29. “Touch me there. Right there.”

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Peter groans, grabbing Harley’s hair in an even tighter grip and forcing him to stay still. He gasps once, twice, and then he’s shooting his load down the other boy’s throat.

Harley pulls off, panting for air and licking his lips. “That was fast,” he jibes.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Shut up. Do you want my fingers? Or something else?”

Harley climbs up the bed and lays on his back, nodding. “Yeah. Finger me.”

Peter grumbles but climbed over Harley, settling between his legs. He grabs the bottle of lube they neglected earlier and pours a lot on his fingers, pushing two in at once. He uses his other hand to grab Harley’s cock to jerk.

“Yeah,” Harley says blissfully, pushing down on Peter’s fingers. “Yeah, further. Deeper. Left.”

Peter tsks at his bossiness, and at the insinuation that Peter doesn’t know where Harley’s prostate is at this point. He’s purposely avoiding it, thank you very much. Harley is a very annoying person to tease.

“Hurry up,” the slightly older boy whines. Peter gives in and jabs right at Harley’s prostate, jabbing his fingers as hard as he can into the sensitive bundle. It makes Harley scream in pleasure. “Yes! Touch me there. Right there! Fuck, oh fuck!”

Peter speeds up both hands, and quickly Harley is spilling his load onto his own stomach. Peter helps him through it, before pulling away and falling in a lump beside him.

It’s quiet for a moment, before Harley laughs. “That was very good.”

“Thanks?” Peter laughs, looking at the blond.

“Yeah. I’m gonna miss it once Tony is mine.”