Parley // Songfics [editing bc my eng is more basic than u]

Hey you - Lea Michele

I keep doin moreeeeeee
Help
Anyways i found this song and almost cried (the context bruh)

Also disclaimer bc i obviously dont own marvel

(i just put bc i don wanna get sued)

TW: Mentions of suicide and self harming (although its very brief and just mentioned once but thought id say it just in case¿)

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"Hey, you". Peter spoke towards the stone in front of him. The now-adult superhero made himself comfortable as much as he could sitting crisscross in the artificial grass. "Its good to see you again". He grinned sadly.

His thoughts were all mixed up and his eyes were barely containing his tears. Trying so hard not to break down there, he pushed the knot down his throat before speaking up again. "I uh- I've got so much to tell you".

People were now staring at him seemingly noticing the way his eyes were rapidly accumulating more and more tears, so they started leaving, to give the Spider-man some space. "But I'm um, you should know I'm doing fine".

And that's when the dam broke. Wheeling up in tears he swiftly tried to pull away, Peter started sobbing, not being able to stop himself from crying that hard in literally years.

"I had a story to tell you". He continued, his voice cracking at the end. "And all of these things that happened recently, I wanted to share them with you". His thoughts during the entire ride had been going back and forth throughout all the things that had happened since the last time he came here. "But honestly I can't even remember". He laughed to calm the pace of his chest from sobbing. "Really, It doesn't matter". He looked down at his lap.

Peter Parker was now 22 years old. And Harley Keener would be 23 by this year.

"I hope you're happy now. I truly do", he said again after a couple of minutes staring at the gravestone in front of him.

Harley Keener,

2002 - 2025

The blip made the dates not make sense with their ages.

"I've never seen you so peaceful". He half-joked trying to hold back his feelings, breathing heavily.

He remembered when he and Harley used to be in high school, what silly dorks they were, oh but they loved each other. He still does. He remembered when Harley got accepted at MIT. How much they missed each other, and how happy they were when Peter got accepted too.

"I had a nightmare the other day", he started again. "And all I wanted was you to be by my side, holding me". He teared up again and by this point, Peter doesn't even care about who might see him or the noise he was making. "Sometimes when things are getting hard, I see you", he admitted, his mind going back to all those times where he wished his boyfriend was there, but he'd never come around.

"When I laugh until I cry, I don't even know why, I feel you. I feel like you're right next to me, about to make a snarky comment to increase my laughter, or a joke that you know it'd make me blush".

Peter remembered himself stealing Harley's sweatshirts, all of them. But his favorite was his Rose Hill high's football team one. It was big, it was warm and Harley had worn it so much, it had his scent impregned in every inch of it.

"Funny thing, I found that old sweatshirt we thought I'd lost. It's still the softest". He smiled almost bitterly at the thought of Harley's smelling leaving it.

He recalled their last year together, full of weekend escapes from school, both of them in the car, Harley driving fast, going nowhere.

"Your final days were the hardest". He reminded him.

Harley's dad was back in town and even though Harley didn't live in Rose Hill anymore, it affected him as nothing had. He went home for Thanksgiving only to find his mom practically glued to his father's side, and Abby seemed different, she was more distant, and that was definitely not like herself.

After some time to talk, it was all resumed to Harley ranting about his second year in college and how glad he was that Peter was there too. After that, his 'father' called him the f slur. He watched his mother and sister doing absolutely nothing, so he left back to New York with Peter and Tony.

Harley wasn't feeling his best after that, having to see his father in their weekly video calls. He couldn't stand it, the man that tore his family apart, hurting his mother so hard in the process, was now back. No consequences, no reproaches, no nothing. It was like they'd all forgotten how much he did to them.

"I didn't think they would be your last". Peter apologized silently for that. Screaming in the night how sorry he was for not noticing how his boyfriend was not right. "I hope you forgive me for that", he tried again.

Harley finally reached the point of no return at the age of nineteen, he started cutting, neglecting himself. No one seemed to notice.

Harley Keener finally killed himself on a Friday afternoon in the middle of February of 2025. He threw himself from the rooftop of Stark Tower, dying instantly. While Spider-man was on patrol.

"I'd give anything to get them back", Peter assured in between sobs.

He then proceeded to tell Harley about the months already gone of the year (2029 to be exact), about Tony and Morgan and how much they and everybody else around missed him. Peter told him about Bruce's failed experiments and how boring prank wars were without him.

"Know that everything's ok", he said after what it felt like hours of rambling about everything and everyone he used to know. "I'm doin' ok without you now", the adult felt kind of guilty saying that, but he just wanted to make sure that his boyfriend had the rest he deserved. "I know you had to go away". That was it, he was saying goodbye now. "I'll tell you everyday I miss you", he promised, his heart aching at the thought of finally saying goodbye.

But the truth is, he needed a closure.

"I love you", Harley said from the distance, feeling his heart aching at the sight of his boyfriend crying for him again. He wanted Peter to move on, experience new things. Yet, he was glad he came to talk to him like nothing had changed.

"I love you more", Peter replied not knowing why, but still feeling Harley's presence alongside him. Leaving the cemetery with a small grin, knowing his Harles was finally in peace now, even though he wished there'd be another way.

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So its literally 2am and im done

context: for the lyrics of this song id assume this song was written for cory monteith (lea micheles bf who died of overdose seven years ago)

this just made me sad idk

also this is pure cringe