Parley Oneshots

Bullying / Angst

TW: Bullying and semi-graphic violence / offensive language and slurs / mention of suicidal thoughts and other correlating angst

Peter POV.

I woke up with my head on my boyfriend's chest, his steady heartbeat music to my ears, but it was soon ruined by him telling me I needed to go to school now.

"Just a few more minutes," I kept telling him every time he mentioned anything other than staying in bed for the rest of the day.

He conceded at last and we dozed off for what was supposed to be 5 minutes but was, in reality, 45.

Harley jumped awake suddenly, disturbing my snooze, and jumped out of bed, ruining my snooze entirely with words of 'get up Peter, you're late!'.

I whined at him but he just laughed and told me to get dressed while he darted into the kitchen to make my cereal.

I chucked on some jeans, a tee, and a random hoodie from the floor, but little did I know that the hoodie was not mine, and in fact had 'KEENER' written across the back in bold letters from when Harls used to be on his high school swim team.

Harley was a good 4 inches taller than me, so the hoodie covered my hands and hung loosely on my small frame, but I thought nothing of it at the time.

{Time skip to Harley dropping Peter off at school :D}

Happy was sick today so Harley drove me to school, the windows were tinted and Harley leaned over for a quick kiss before I got out, but I pouted when he refused to give me any more.

Nobody really knew that I was bi or that I was dating anyone, apart from MJ and Ned of course, so some people were wondering who the mysterious 'Keener' was. I got a couple of strange looks, and - still unaware of what was written on my jumper - I assumed they were because Harley's car happened to be an Audi R8:

{Smol time skipp}

Throughout the day, I kept hearing the name 'Keener' being tossed around the school, and it was only when I asked Ned and he told me that I realized the hoodie I had been wearing the entire day.

We were sitting in the cafeteria for Lunch break. I nudged Ned "Dude," I said, "why is everybody saying Harley's name so much?" Ned looked like he was going to laugh - "Bro, you do realize that it says 'KEENER' on your jumper, right?" My eyes widened.

I pulled the hoodie over my head to look at the back and sure enough, K-E-E-N-E-R was written in bold print for the entire world to see. I mentally cursed.

"Ned, why didn't you tell me sooner??" I hissed, making Ned slightly annoyed and he responded in a normal voice, "If you didn't want anyone to know about your secret boyfriend, maybe don't wear a jumper that has his name all over it!"

It was just good old Parker luck which started the next thing - Flash of course heard this and immediately strutted up to Peter's table.

"So, Penis, not only are you a loser, nerd, and a liar, but now you're also a faggot!" He laughed cruelly. "Wow you just can't do anything right, can you? You know what? I'll bet that your dead mom is glad she's not here to see this; she'd be so ashamed. You're such a failure. Worthless. Nobody. Fag...."

Flash's words all blended together, voicing everything he's ever been insecure or scared about... and more. Peter never thought that there was anything wrong with being who he loves, but maybe there is, maybe he should just kill himself like everybody clearly wants him to-

His thoughts were interrupted by a vibration in his pocket. He stood from the table, ignoring the taunts and shoves that Flash sent his way, and headed to the bathroom.

On his phone screen was a text from Harls <3 , It read:

'Hey Darlin', guess who's picking you up from school today???? ;)'

Peter wrote back, sarcastically: 'It'd better not be you >:/'

{Time skip to end of school day :p}

The final bell sounded, releasing Peter from the nightmare that was school, and he tried to hurry, headed for somewhere to wait for Harley before Flash saw him again, but he was out of luck.

Flash yanked Peter's arm and pulled him behind the school, Peter saw about three other guys behind him and was too scared to even resist.

Here came the hits.

Harley POV.

Excited to pick Petey-Pie up from school, I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. I pulled up at the school just in time to see Peter yanked by the arm to an alleyway behind the school by another boy and his friends.

Peter didn't even try to resist, and that was what scared me the most.

His frantic eyes cast around, looking for nothing in particular, just something, and that was when Harley knew he had to intervene. Peter could crush any kid with his pinky finger, but he was obviously not going to be fighting back this time.

Peter POV.

Flash and his friends - I didn't even know their names - shoved me against the wall and pinned my arms as they landed punch after punch to my stomach and face. After a moment they dropped my arms and I fell to the ground, my face scraping on the concrete as I curled in on myself and they substituted their fists for their feet.

With every kick and punch came words I hear way too often, but they cut deeper with every bruising hit: Worthless. Failure. Useless. Nobody. Faggot. The words rung in my ears until I could hear nothing else.

Tears streamed down my face as I curled into a ball, my super-strength useless against myself, fighting to not believe those words but I'm not even convincing myself anymore. I am worthless. I am nothing.

But then the pain stops.

The hits stop.

I risk a peek through my teary eyes and see my boyfriend punching and screaming at Flash, his friends already unconscious on the ground.

Harley's hair was disheveled and it matched his normally kind blue eyes which were now full of rage beyond description.

Peter sat up as black dots started to cloud his vision, and soon found himself going in and out of consciousness, leant up against the brick wall and clutching his stomach.

He remembers flashes of that afternoon: Harley picking him up and rushing him to the car; the lights in the med bay proving too much for his enhanced senses; but mostly his boyfriend telling him that he loves him, and reminding him of how wrong Flash was.

He's not worthless, he has a purpose, like everybody in the world, and right now, Harley is his purpose, the reason he sticks around.

Didn't really mean for that to be so angsty but oh well. I'll try to make some more fluffy chapters because this just made me depressed