#potatowebs

[parkneroses]

Harley: Okay, I’m gonna need you to swear-

Peter: Fuck

Harley: I’m gonna need you to PROMISE

[peter-parkner]

Only Good at Being Bad

“What, cat got your tongue? Normally, I can never get you to shut up.” The criminals’ tone was light, teasing almost as he stood over Peter.

The fist to his face, however, was not.

“Oh, fuck you,” Peter retorted while his head lulled to the side. He’d feel that tomorrow, super-healing aside.

Peter Parker is a superhero. Harley Keener is a career criminal. It started a game between them – some harmless banter with a little shameless flirting on Harley’s part. It was never meant to go this far.

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[shipskicksandgiggles]

Peter Parker: “You question how much I love potatoes”

Harley Keener: “Potatoes are nasty”

Peter: “...how DARE YOU”

[science-lings]

peter x harley enemies to lovers. p l e a s e.

The first time Peter met Harley, he was visiting Tony for summer vacation, driving all the way from Tennessee for a real internship, not like the fake one that Peter had. Peter was trying not to feel like Harley was replacing him but Tony only seemed to care about this teenager with a slight country accent whenever he was in the room. Peter tried to get along with him but Harley was cold and always seemed to be begging for a fight or for a rivalry. 

Harley seemed desperate to one-up Peter at every opportunity. While Peter was playing with ideas for new kinds of webbing, Harley shot him down and tried to convince him that the idea was useless and stupid. 

If Harley wanted a rivalry, Peter was willing to comply. They argued about mechanics problems which Harley usually won as Peter wasn’t specialized in engineering. At least Peter won the Physics and Chemistry arguments. 

Tony seemed bewildered at the situation and Peter heard him talking to Pepper as ‘I really thought they’d get along...’ 

After weeks of knowing Harley, Peter decided that he would try to be nice, no matter what. Harley probably was probably angry or frustrated with something else and taking it out on Peter because he refused to fight back. He just tried to have some sarcastic response and give up on having the last word. 

Peter started by making Harley coffee. He didn’t know if he added too much milk or sugar but he made it the way he liked it as he had no clue how his new ‘friend’ liked it. 

It was fair to say that Harley was surprised. He had spent a lot of time giving Peter a hard time, borderline bullying him. And he just handed him a cup of coffee. His natural reaction was that Peter put laxatives in it or something. He literally had FRIDAY do a test on the liquid for any foreign substances. He only took a careful sip after it came back clean. Okay, it was actually kind of good, he just had to figure out Peter’s motives. 

It took entirely too long for Harley to realize that Peter was being nice to him because he was a genuinely nice person. Only then did he feel especially guilty for giving him a hard time. 

On one of the few times Tony had left them alone to take care of something boring, Harley built up his courage enough to apologize. He was too embarrassed to look into Peter’s eyes as he said it, he tried to give reasons as to why he was being an asshole, His mom had sent him to new york to send back the money he got from the internship and he felt like he was under a lot of pressure. He was missing home and he felt terrible for letting out his frustrations on someone that he barely knew. 

After they worked things out, everything seemed to get easier. This sudden change also left Tony bewildered as he had no idea what changed and it wasn’t like FRIDAY was going to tell him anything besides ‘the interns worked everything out boss!’ 

After a month and a half of ever-vigilant rivalry, Harley and Peter became something like friends. Harley still teased him from time to time but there was no malice behind his words now. He would lean on Peter’s shoulders as he looked through his code, he would laugh softly closer to his ear. Peter found that he liked it. He probably liked it too much as he had to actively try not to blush when Harley got too close. 

This was a turn Peter really didn’t expect. He didn’t hate it. He found himself drawn to Harley like a magnet and he started smiling a whole lot more when they were around each other. 

He had no idea how he got to that point but he realized that he had a crush on Harley. Shit. He spared glances while Harley was working, sometimes he came to the workshop in a tank top when he planned on working on something big like an Iron Man suit and that made Peter feel things. 

Eventually, it got to a point where Peter was sure that he was in love. The funny thing was that while Peter wasn’t looking, Harley did the same thing. The only person who seemed to notice anything was Tony, who was starting to get frustrated. 

Tony would leave the workshop for no reason just to pressure them into talking to each other, which to their credit, they did. However, they avoided talking about what was going on between them. It was driving Tony insane. 

Tony started doing subtle things to bring them together, like ‘accidentally’ demolishing half of the compound so that there was only one guest room left that they would have to share for a week. He ditched them at a fancy restaurant and planned a gala for no other reason than to have them go together. 

None of these worked. However, something definitely changed on their first mission. Peter surfed on Tony’s back as they flew towards where the Avengers were being assembled. 

The fight didn’t end up being anything serious until Harley got shot down. 

Tony had never seen Peter go so fast as he desperately webbed Harley in his new iron suit to stop his plummet. It almost worked. Harley crashed to the ground fast enough to be worrying but it would’ve been so much worse if Peter had never intervened. 

Tony followed behind Peter and got there just in time to see Peter pull a bleeding and bruised Harley from his black and gold suit. Tony promptly banned them from the fight and had Peter take Harley to medical through all of the protests. 

The fear of Harley falling to his death seemed to be enough of a push to make confessions happen, as when Tony came to check on them after the fight there seemed to be a wall that had been broken down as they were making out. He muttered a ‘finally’ before leaving them alone as they were obviously fine and a little busy. 

After that, Tony kind of regretted pushing so hard to get them together as they clung to each other more often than not, but he didn’t regret it that much as there was such a dramatic difference between what they first met to now. It was a little bit of an improvement. 

[thompsborn]

“you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer” for parkner?

i’m changing it a little bit — instead of having ur soulmates lifespan, you have your own, but u can only transfer time to ur soulmate(s). so mostly the same but vaguely different. you’ll see why i changed it when u read this lol.

WARNINGS: talks about death and the acceptance of dying young

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Peter only gives a little bit at a time, in order to not raise a red flag, in order to keep it hidden. He smiles and he laughs and he holds Harley’s hand, and when Harley is throwing his head back with a cackle, Peter lets out a heavy breath and transfers two days to Harley’s clock, and Harley, who chooses not to watch his time because, “It’s depressing and pointless counting down to your death,” never realizes that his clock has changed the slightest bit.

Peter notices, just like he always does, and when he looks down at his own clock, now two days shorter than it was before, he feels a sense of ease.

For as long as Peter’s been alive, his time has been fairly less than most peoples. According to Aunt May’s clock, she won’t be dying until well into her seventies, and most of the kids at his school have clocks that won’t run out until they’re old enough to have grandkids and retire.

When Peter was born, his parents looked at his clock, the numbers constantly shifting and counting down on his forearm, and they saw that his life span ended when he was twenty eight. Of course, their own clocks told them they’d be dying when Peter was only four, so Peter thinks they didn’t have a reason to be so upset, but May tells him that his parents were inconsolable because their son would never grow old. “They hoped,” May told him, “that your soulmate would have more time, and that they’d want to share it with you.”

Well, Harley did, when they first met. He was a 5’10 mess of an eighteen year old boy, carrying a large box down the hall, towards his dorm at MIT, and Peter had rounded the corner, and the box had fallen to the floor the moment their eyes met. Everyone describes the feeling of meeting their soulmate differently — Ben used to say that the first time he saw May, his heart settled in his chest and ached for her. May said seeing Ben for the first time made her head spin and her hands shake, but in good ways. Only one thing is commonly expressed throughout all these stories, and it’s that, once you see your soulmate, you know, somehow, that they are who you belong with.

Peter saw Harley and it felt like coming home.

Once they managed to snap out of it, Peter had offered to carry the box for Harley, and while picking it up, Harley saw the flash of numbers on Peter’s skin — at the time, ten years, two months, ten days, fourty minutes, and twelve seconds — and he reached out without thinking, wrapped his fingers around Peter’s wrist, and gave him ten more years.

Thankfully, there was nothing important in the box, because Peter dropped it, too, after that.

Harley’s clock, before giving those ten years, said that he was to die in his mid fifties — long after Peter, but still too young in Peter’s mind. As soon as they met, Peter was head over heels, as is the case for a majority of soulmates, and the idea of Harley giving up his already too short life span in order for Peter to make it to his thirties made him feel sick. He didn’t deserve that time more than Harley did. He still doesn’t. He never will.

And that’s why he gives his time away.

Because, thanks to Peter slowly giving Harley a few days here and there, Harley’s clock now says he’ll make it to sixty, and if he keeps transferring his time over at the rate he has been, then Harley will be able to make it to sixty six before Peter runs out of time to give him. So, he continues to transfer that time over, a few days here, a couple months one day because Harley is kind of tipsy and doesn’t notice the drastic change, and Peter’s own time keeps on dwindling, but he’s okay with that. He was never gonna live that long anyway.

May says Ben had a few hours on his clock when he got shot, says that he wasn’t supposed to die until later that night, but when they reached the hospital and May held his hand, he chose to transfer his last few hours to her, instead, just to give her that little bit of extra time. Peter thinks he’s a lot like his Uncle Ben, wanting to give their soulmates more time.

But Harley isn’t stupid, and one day, he sees.

He sees the fact that Peter’s clock only gives him a few more years, sees that Peter is scheduled to die at twenty-one now, and when he realizes this, he goes stiff in shock, fingertips skating over the countdown with narrowed eyes and his mouth set in a line.Voice low and monotone, he asks,  “What did you do?”

“I—” Peter doesn’t get the chance to respond before Harley is yanking up his sleeve and looking at his own clock, features pinched.

“Peter,” Harley says, strained and airy and somewhere between horribly sad and horribly angry. Peter flinches when Harley levels him with a look so twisted and vulnerable that it’s painful to see. “I’m not taking your time.”

Peter stares down at his hands and shrugs. “I’ll just give it back to you if you don’t keep it.”

With more seriousness than Peter has ever seen him with before, Harley says, “If I have to give you back your time and then never see you again to make sure you can’t reverse it, then I fucking will. You are not dying that young for me.”

“I was gonna die young anyway,” Peter says, looking at Harley with wide eyes — he can’t fathom the thought of not having Harley in his life, can barely even conceptualize the mere idea of Harley leaving like that. Soulmates are a forever sort of thing - or, at least, as close to forever as the mortal soul can get, an until someone dies type of agenda, an as close to always as possible. Harley is his almost always. “You deserve more time, and I want to give it to you.”

“I already had more time than you,” Harley argues, and he looks somewhere between pleading and furious, like he just wants Peter to understand where he’s coming from but is angry that Peter doesn’t already get it. “I had thirty eight more years on my clock, and you only had ten. And now you- now you don’t even have two, Peter. This isn’t- I- with your clock as it is you won’t even make it to graduation. That isn’t- that’s not- Peter, you can’t fucking do that!”

It looks like Harley is about to devolve into a full blown melt down of some kind, and it makes something in Peter ache, like a knife twisting in his gut. He reaches out without meaning to, and it hurts even more when Harley flinches away. “I just…” Peter trails off, a hand hovering in the air, feeling hopeless. “I don’t… Harley, you don’t get it. You don’t understand what it’s like to… to have everyone you love die before you, okay? I have- I have two people, Harley. Two. I have May, and I have you, and that’s it. Sure, we have some friends here, but the people I love, I…” He stops, shakes his head and swallows a sob. “May can’t lose any more time now that Ben’s gone, so I know she won’t die before me, but you- you could. You can change your time, and I can’t- I can’t lose- I am physically incapable of losing you, okay? I won’t be able to handle that. And you, giving me ten years like that? I can’t- I can’t take that from you. I can’t do it.”

“Even with those ten years, I still had more time than you,” Harley says, and that anger is gone, replaced with a desperation that burns in his eyes like a forest fire, the heat of which consumes them both as Harley chokes out, “What makes you think I could lose you so soon? That—” he lightly grabs Peter’s wrist and turns it around, staring down at the clock with pained eyes. “That’s a year and a half, Peter. You wouldn’t even make it to twenty two.”

Peter nods. “I know, and I’m okay with that.”

The noise that rips it’s way from Harley’s throat is one of devastation, raw and hurt as Harley exclaims, “But I’m not, Peter! I’m not okay with that! I’d rather give you some of my time so that we might actually have some kind of future together instead of having to grow old without you, okay? If we- if we make it even, if we share our time equally, we could die together, or at least make it to our thirties before you go. We can do something that doesn’t involve you dying so young.”

“I want you to live longer,” Peter tells him, hushed and sad.

“And I want to live with you,” Harley counters. “I don’t care about making it to my sixties, okay? I care about making the most of my time with you. Don’t you get that, Peter? I love you. Me, Harley Keener--I am head over fucking heels in love with Peter Parker because you’re my soulmate and I won’t let you die for me.”

Shaking his head, Peter, now choked up by the tears he’s trying so hard to fight off, pleads, “Let me do this. Harley, please let me do this, you have to let me-”

“I’m sharing my time with you,” Harley states, firm and unwavering. “If you really can’t fathom the idea of me dying first, then we can make sure I have a little bit more, a few minutes maybe, but I choose you over a longer life. I will always choose you over having more time. Always. Is that clear?”

A painful sort of sob rips its way from the back of Peter’s throat, the sound grating and harsh and so hard to hear. “No, no, Harley, you have to keep it!”

But there’s no budging this decision as Harley gently brushes his fingertips over the timer on Peter’s inner wrist, and he lets out a long, slow breath, watches as his clock goes up, the numbers steadily rising as Peter continues to sob and plead and beg, and it doesn’t stop until their times are almost exactly the same, save for an extra two minutes on Harley’s countdown to ensure that he won’t die first. Then, as soon as it’s done, Harley pulls Peter in for a tight hug, lets him cry into his neck and blinks away his own tears. “Don’t give it back,” he murmurs, holds Peter as close to him as possible, runs trembling fingers through tangled hair while his other shaking hand attempts to rub circles against Peter’s back. “It’s not just my time, okay? It’s ours. Don’t give it back. Keep it.”

“Harley,” Peter tries to say, but it comes out with a rough hiccup, so he gives up the attempt to talk and only nods. He wants a future with Harley, he’s selfish enough to admit that, even if he does want Harley to live longer more, but the pure conviction in Harley’s tone, the knowledge that Harley will leave and never come back if that’s what it takes for Peter to keep this time, is enough to suck the fight out of Peter. Everyone says that he’s strong, and he knows, in a lot of ways, that they’re right, but when it comes to his soulmate, Peter is weak.

When it comes to Harley Keener and his baby blue eyes and the way he can make Peter’s knees turn to jelly with a simple smile, Peter is hopeless.

“Okay,” Peter rasps, hoarse and uneven but honest and true. “I’ll keep it. I won’t give it back, I promise, I love you, Harley. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Harley’s exhale is shaky. He holds Peter tighter. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“I love you,” Peter says again. It feels like all he can remember to say.

Harley’s lower lip wobbles, his eyes squeeze shut. “I love you, too. So much.”

[parknerficrecs]

Parkner College Aus

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whiskey kiss, straight to my heart Harley falls headfirst through a pool of high-proof alcohol and in love with Peter Parker.

Detour Parkner Week Day 1: "Road work ahead?"

OR: It's time for yet another one of Harley and Peter's road trips!

movie night “Okay, Grumpy,” Peter smiled sunnily. Harley hated him a little for how cute the expression was. “Are you too whiny for movie night tonight?”

Movie night was a standing tradition in their dorm because of their wildly different movie tastes. While they both loved sci fi, Peter’s guilty pleasure was rom coms, while Harley preferred horror and action films. Every Friday night, they’d use Peter’s Netflix account to introduce the other to a good movie in their preferred genre. If they had to cuddle close to see the small screen of Peter’s phone, well, Harley wasn’t complaining.

“I get first choice,” Harley conceded. “And you have to make the popcorn.

Tangled Up In You (incomplete/NSFW) Besides him Harley seems to need a moment to collect himself. “Hey,” he says, fingers touching tentatively at Peter knuckles. Peter nearly flinches, tingles chasing Harley’s touch. “It’s okay—look at me—it’s okay.”

Even in the darkness Harley’s eyes glint and they’re so beautiful for a moment Peter can’t look away.

“I don’t mind this.” Harley tells him, firm and genuine. “If you’re curious about… about kissing a guy, I don’t mind.”

Why Count Bases When You Can Count Gears “Seriously, dude,” Peter says, cutting him off before he can say anything else. “We just take the train everywhere. It’s kinda what we do here.”

“Peter,” Harley says, a little conspiratorially, “do you not know how to drive?”

The B train blasts through the station just in time to mask Peter's groan. He gives up on fancy cell phone gymnastics and plucks it from his shoulder before the subway’s hot, nasty backdraft grabs it for him, moving away from the platform. “I… I don’t, no.”

He Made Me Who I Am When Harley Keener was eleven, Iron Man showed up and changed his life.

Then he left, and Harley's life became exponentially worse.

how novel is a novel that can fit in one sheet It's 8AM on a Monday, the bane of any minimum wage worker or student anywhere. Unfortunately for Harley, he is both.

lights are gonna find me (shining like the sun) Harley Keener is like sunshine. Peter contemplates whether or not he’s actually Apollo, chariot-ing the sun across the earth. He’s got the golden curly locks, the sharp jaw, and the strong shoulders. Peter is actually one hundred percent sure that there’s a marble statue in the MET that was modeled after the other boy.

Peter might be a little in love

Day 2 (Parkner Week) Harley, Peter and Ned are starting their first year at MIT. They didn't end up rooming together and Harley does NOT like Peter's roommate, who happens to really like Peter.

The Only Living Boy in New York Peter and Harley are both college students. Peter prefers to frequent bougie, hipster cafes while Harley works at the campus Starbucks. Fate brings them together over a blonde Americano and it just goes downhill from there.

The coffeehouse/college AU I've been waiting my entire career to write.

[deadpooly]

I’m so proud of how much the parkner/potatowebs fandom has grown. I remember there only being like fifteen fics (and some of them were literally unreadable and scary, if u were there u know which ones I’m talking about) and now there are hundreds of amazing fics feeding us with content.

[itsallavengers]

Ship name rec for Harley x Peter : parley.

That sounds like a strange sort of fruit