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

Dime como hago - María Becerra

hi

this is a lesbian song so ill just switch genders uwu

also stan maria becerra

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Peter pulled out his mask waiting for MJ to call him back. They'd been dating for over six months and she still didn't seem to care enough about their relationship to answer any of his calls or texts. Sure, she might be busy, but when your boyfriend texts you saying explicitly that he's bleeding out in an alleyway, you'd leave everything, right? Well, not Michelle Jones. 

Defeated, Peter decided to give up on it. "Karen, can you call Harley?" He asked instead putting the mask back on. Harley's contact information appearing on Peter's screen. 

Harley picked up on the second ring. "Hey, darlin'", he said instantly. Because it was a voice call he couldn't see where Peter was. Or even know that the call was being made from the suit. 

"C-can you give me a ride?" Came his faint voice. Harley made a worried sound at it. 

"Sure. Everything alright, sweetheart?" 

"Uh, yeah- I was just patroling and this criminal stabbed me in the back. Y'know the normal", he replied a bit drowsily from the loss of blood. 

"Shit. Where are you?" Harley asked, concern filling up his tone. Peter mumbled his answer and hung up when Harley assured him he'd be there soon. 

***

Looking back at it now, Peter knew how much of a bad idea it had been to call Harley right from the start. But you can't blame him, he was the only person the teen could think of in the spot.

His best friend had helped him clean up the wound and put some bandages on it, as usual. But then, they were talking and he kissed him. Harley kissed him. And Peter -although he would never admit it- kissed back.

And Peter forgot about MJ or that he was 'straight'. He forgot his mentor's obsession with gossip and his insistence on cameras in every room.

And their timing was messed up, Peter didn't know how long they were in his room kissing -and eventually making out. Nor did Harley.

But Peter knew, he had cheated on Mj, and had to talk it out with her. He also knew he was straight. He was just dizzy because of medicine, which led him to accidentally kiss his best friend. That's it. He's straight. He's straight.

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Harley looked at Peter and MJ holding hands, walking through the hallway, towards their next class. The blond sighed and dropped his head down. Of course, it meant nothing to Peter, he was dating a girl. He was straight. Although, no one would've said that when he was kissing and holding onto Harley like a lifeline.

Holding back a smile at the memories, Harley grabbed his textbook from his locker and kept it on his bag, walking up to class.

Looking at them together now, was a lot clearer. Mj seemed tired of Peter, of holding hands and be affectionate with Peter. But Peter looked like he was trying to keep things that way, he didn't want to hang out with her but didn't want things to change for them -or anyone else around them.

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Once again, Harley was sitting in his habitual table with Peter, MJ and Ned -except that Ned had gotten sick and couldn't come due to a high fever, leaving Harley alone with the couple. 

The southern boy's mind couldn't help but drift him back to the memories of the night, where Peter didn't care about his girlfriend enough to stop kissing Harley. Bitting hickeys all over his neck, Peter hadn't even acknowledged the fact that to Harley he was straight. 

Sorry, but Peter Parker is anything but straight. 

Though, he also recalled Mj's talk about not messing with Peter, and how she would 'strangle him to oblivion' if he didn't leave Peter alone. 

Stupid Peter that made him so gay. 

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And it all went down one day they were left alone. The team had gone on a mission but Peter was still recovering from his last wounds from patrol, so he couldn't come.

So that was Harley's one chance to talk about that night. He stood up from the couch and wondered where Peter was.

As if on cue, Peter walked into the living room towards the kitchen. Harley stopped him by holding his wrist.

"What is it, Harles?" He asked turning around to look at him, almost as if he had no idea what Harley might want. But he knew better. 

"We need to have a talk". He pulled Peter from his arm to sit on the couch next to him as the brunette mumbled a question about what was going on. "You know what", he replied and Peter's eyes told Harley that he, in fact, knew where this was going. 

"Can we not?" He asked miserably staring down at his lap. Harley sighed, not giving any answer. "Please?" He added. 

"Look at my eyes and tell me you don't feel anything". Harley said after a few seconds where there was only silence. He lifted Peter's chin up and stared into his doe eyes. 

Unintentionally, Peter got lost in Harley's soft blue eyes. He looked at them and felt like staring into his soul, felt as though, Harley was purposefully aiming for Peter to inevitably fall for him. 

Slowly, he pulled the blonde's sweater sleeve and brought him closer, glancing now at his lips, shifting himself and his kissing mate so their legs were pressed together, he kissed him. 

Peter kissed Harley, and it felt like being back home. Harley's soft lips moved smoothly against his cracked lips as their tongues were eventually pressed together. Harley smiled into the kiss and tore apart from Peter. 

"Are you still straight, darlin'", he teased. Peter rolled his eyes. 

"Shut up and kiss me, idiot". And with that, he closed the gap between them again. 

("You owe me 30, birdbrain", said Tony Stark with a smug smile as he placed a hand in front of Clint's face. 

"Screw this". Replied the spy, eyes drifting to the cameras in Tony's suit. He pushed the bills into his hand and smirked before speaking again. "But now, your kids are gonna fuck". 

Tony's eyes widened and his mouth opened to speak until something was heard from the distance. 

"Language!" )

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so i love that song so listen to it plz

also i havent read this so sorry if theres any mistakes