It's My Right To Be Hellish
After the events of the original story of Last Name Keener, First Name Harley
Six Months after the kiss
Three years before the epilogue
Peter grinned at his phone, “Aunt May I’m serious,” He dragged out the ‘o’, “Harley is coming over for dinner so I wanna cook- what- you shush it, I can totally cook.”
“Peter,” Aunt May laughed from the other side of the phone, “I’m sorry to say this but you picked up after me in the cooking department.”
“Totally not true,” Peter walked into the bodega, nodding at Mr. Delmar, “Uncle Ben taught me how to cook ages before you even attempted too, so don’t start with that.”
“Your Uncle Ben was a lot of things, a good cook he was not.”
“He was better than you.”
“Thats very, very, very, true,” Aunt May conceded, smile in her voice, “He always was a better cook than me.”
Peter laughed, “Except when he made any kind of dessert-”
“He would burn it to death,” May snorted, interrupting Peter, “I remember one time when you were five, your mom and dad had brought you over and Ben tried to make a brownie and he almost burnt down the apartment- your dad was laughing so hard, and Mary had to make everything from scratch much to Ben’s pride and-”
“-And then mom burnt the second batch,” Peter remembered the story, as he grabbed a bag of chips, “We had to go get ice cream because neither of them wanted to try again.”
“Mhmm,” May hummed, “Either way, honey, I’m gonna go. You can cook tonight and maybe I’ll stay out with some of the girls from work to give you guys some more alone time. You only ever have a six month anniversary once, after all.”
“I doubt he’ll remember,” Peter grinned, grabbing some ice cream and heading towards the counter, “But I think it’s important and I wanna be sweet.”
“You are sweet,” The other side of the line ruffled with movement, “Either way, I’ll see you later. When are you meeting up with Harley?”
“I’m dropping the stuff off at our apartment,” Peter placed his stuff and the money down, grinning at Mr. Delmar, “Then I’m gonna meet him at that ice cream shop he likes. Maybe grab some flowers on the way.”
“Sounds good kiddo, just be home before dark so you can actually make dinner and all that jazz.”
“Alright Aunt May, talk to you later.”
He walked out of the store with a grin on his face.
Six months.
Six months with Harley Keener, the boy of his dreams, and it was going great. Honestly, Peter had never been this happy- Harley was everything he looked for. He was hilarious, always bantering on and off with him about one thing or another- and he was always so considerate and nice about Peter’s weird quirky superhero schedule.
He was the best. At everything. Like, before he and Harley started dating he had kinda known that cuddling with him was nice but after? Harley was like a cuddle bug who thrived off warmth and Peter was living for it. It was just so nice! So domestic!
They were great together and Peter was so in love with him, if he was honest.
It was all so… great. He took out his phone, to text the chat.
Spidery Boyo
What a great day to remind everyone that I love Harley Keener
the ULTIMATE mechanic
lmao that was random
Mmmmhmmmm shut the fuck up
That was out of left field but I’m not surprised
tHe ChAiR haS FeELinGs
lmao i would say mood but like
No one is as in love with harley as u
the ULTIMATE mechanic
Ur???? in love with me??? Ned???
Pretty Boy Rock
Harley, we’re all in love with you.
Spidery Boyo
E tu, Harry?
the ULTIMATE mechanic
this just in im leaving peter for harry
Spidery Boyo
Noooooo
Pretty Boy Rock
We all saw this coming right?
tHe ChAiR haS FeELinGs
Oh yeah this was a big thing
Mj doesnt have feelinsg for harley tho
Mmmmhmmmm shut the fuck up
i dont have feelings tbh
the ULTIMATE mechanic
one word, it starts with an s
Mmmmhmmmm shut the fuck up
If you expose me i’ll expose you
the ULTIMATE mechanic
Okay so you hold all the power in this friendship
Peter snorted at the phone. This was another reason he loved Harley. All the banter and laughter and love he shared with his friends. Cause his friends were Harley’s friends and for some reason that just made him so happy.
It made him so happy that Harley found happiness in Peter’s world.
Harley made him so happy.
“I’m just saying though,” A stranger talking to his friend shouted as he walked down the street, “Harley Stark is like… prime rib level hot.”
Peter paused, trying not to make it obvious he was listening to the people in front of his conversation. The guy continued, “Did you see the thing Harry Osborn posted on twitter of Harley shirtless and welding? Honestly the guys a snack.”
“I’m not saying I disagree,” The girl next to him snorted, “I’m just saying you don’t have a chance.”
“I totally do.”
“Do not.”
“Do too!” The guy grinned, “He goes to the school I’m transferring to next year, so like, I totally could woo him.”
Peter frowned a bit. This was the one thing he didn’t like about dating Harley. They weren’t exactly public, but they weren’t exactly private. Anyone who had seen them at school, or in passing, knew they were dating, but no one really knew knew. The press had decided that Harley was the best person ever and actually respected his boundaries.
Meaning no tabloid about his relationship with a stark intern.
“I doubt it.”
“I’m totally his type!”
Peter couldn’t help it. He snorted.
The guy turned to him, his cheeks going pink, “Was I talking loudly?”
“Just a little yeah,” Peter smiled, “Don’t worry though, I totally get it.”
“You think Harley Stark is hot too?” The guy grinned.
Peter nodded, and the guy laughed, “I can’t wait to go to midtown, I’ll get to meet him you know.”
“Oh yeah,” Peter played chill, “I go there, and he’s really cool. I think you’ll find it hard to woo him though.”
“Why?” The guy snorted, brow furrowing in amusement, “You think you have a chance.”
“Nah, I just think his boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate it.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” The girl made a ‘T’ with her hands, “Are you telling me Harley Stark has a boyfriend.”
Peter nodded, checking his phone, and blinking at the message on the screen, before grinning. Of course harley would ditch the plan, and try to surprise him. They were just about to be at his apartment. Perfect.
“Mhmm,” Peter walked a little slower, but still in hearing distance of the pair, “And they’re like, madly in love or something.”
“I don’t believe you!” The guy was pouting, “Wouldn’t it be like… everywhere if it was true?”
“You should just trust me on this.”
“Oh sure,” The guy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “I just think you’re bluffing.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah! If it's true what's his boyfriends name?”
They rounded the corner, and Harley looked up, a bouquet of daisy’s in his hand, “Peter!”
Peter stepped forward, “Hey babe.”
There was a sick satisfaction of watching the shock on the two faces of the strangers, as Harley made his was to Peter and threw his arms around him, “Happy six months!”
“Oh so you remembered,” Peter teased, “I thought I was gonna have to pull all the romance.”
“Hardy Har,” Harley rolled his eyes, pulling away with a grin on his face, “This is why I’m gonna leave you for Harry.”
“Oh sure you are,” Peter rolled his eyes, transferring the bag of snacks to his left hand so he could wrap his arm around Harley’s waist, “You love me too much for that.”
“Oh sure,” Harley rolled his eyes again, glancing at the two people with open jaws, “Uh… friends of yours?”
“Mhm, we just met,” Peter grinned at the guy, “He mentioned going to midtown.”
“Oh hey,” Harley grinned at them, “That's where we go! You’ll love it, it's pretty cool. All the people are pretty chill too.”
“Um,” the guy squeaked, “Yeah! Sounds cool.”
He grinned at Harley, “Why don’t you head up Harles?”
Harley shot him a weird look, but just shrugged, “Alright… but I get the iron man blanket tonight.”
“What ever, nerd,” He rolled his eyes as Harley walked into his apartment, and he turned back to the guy, “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Um,” The guy was red faced, “Its all cool.”
“By the way, Harley’s boyfriend is named Peter Parker,” Peter grinned at him, “Hi, my names Peter.”
Harley was perched on the couch when he walked in, “You don’t need to be jealous, by the way.”
“Oh I know,” Peter grinned at him, walking over, “But sometimes it's nice to show people that you’re my boyfriend.”
“Mhm,” Harley hummed, pulling Peter to a kiss on the couch, “That's true. Plus, its kinda cute.”
Oh yeah, Peter thought, deepening the kiss, I still totally get jealous.