Request by HLmailt (Wattpad)

Sorry it took so long haha, school is a bitch and my tablet updated (I do all my writing on my tablet) and everything is weird rn, all my saved additions to my lil dictionary deleted and words are autocorrecting that usually wouldn't do that, so excuse any odd wording

Anyway I have like 3 requests I started writing and are about halfway done with (my attention span is shittier than normal lately and I can't focus on one thing for too long oops) so uhhhh sorry everything is so inconsistent

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

Harley woke up, frowning at empty space beside him. Peter must've gotten up already, which Harley did not like. The blond sighed, curling into a ball and hugging his knees. He felt so lonely... where was Peter? Why wasn't he here? Was he out spidermanning? Harley frowned worriedly. He hoped not. He hated when Peter would get hurt on patrol, or on a mission, or in general.

Harley hugged his knees tighter. He felt different today, knowing what was happening. Every once in awhile, Harley would become the softest, neediest person ever, often finding himself in pillow forts and watching Disney movies under twinkling fairy lights. And with flowers. God, Harley was such a sucker for flowers... when he had these soft periods, it was white and pink roses that he loved the most.

But most of all, he hated being alone. Harley just wanted to feel his lovers arms wrapped around him, just to know that Peter was ok, that they were ok.

Harley sat up quickly. But where was Peter? How could he be sure that his boyfriend was ok if they weren't together? Determined, the blond got out of bed, running downstairs to look for Peter. He didn't want to tell him, not really, but if Peter wanted to love Harley, then he would have to love this side of him too.

"No, no, I'm fine, really, it's just a scratch. It'll heal on its own." Peter was in his Spiderman suit, a small gash in his left arm. The brunette spotted Harley, grinning. "Hi Harls!"

"Why'd you leave me?" Harley questioned, voice wavering ever so slightly. Peter's smile faltered, tilting his head.

"You wanna go talk about this upstairs?" He wrapped an arm around Harley, gently pushing him toward the room they usually shared.

"Don't forget to dress that cut!" Tony called after them, shaking his head. "Damn kid, you're making me go gray..."


Harley and Peter got into their room, the smaller boy closing the door. He turned to Harley, concerned.

"What's up with you? What was that?" Harley turned away, sniffing quietly. "Hey." Peter placed a hand on the southern boy's shoulder, cradling the side of his face gently. "Are you crying? Harls, what's wrong? Did I do something?"

"You left me..." Peter furrowed his eyebrows.

"I had patrol? Harls... I do this every Sunday morning, you know that. What's really wrong?" Harley sighed, looking into Peter's worried brown eyes.

"Sorry, I-" he took a deep breath. "This just happens sometimes, I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, Harls, I'm just worried about you. What happens?"

"Oh, um... well, I just get really sensitive... and clingy... I love flowers and pillow forts, Disney movies... I really like fairy lights and soft music too." Harley shrugged, avoiding Peter's stare. "I just like having extra attention, I guess." The smaller boy was silent, watching Harley with his eyebrows furrowed. He nodded slowly, standing up and running out of the room.

"Wha- Peter? Where are you... where are you going? No, don't leave me!" Harley cried, curling into a ball and grabbing his ankles. "He- he left... he left me..." soft sobs racked his body, laying in a ball on the floor as the tears streamed down his cheeks.


Peter ran out quickly, needing a moment to process what Harley had said. It was definitely a lot to take in, maybe something he could do better with a quiet head. He sat down on the stairs, frowning. He didn't quite understand... but Harley had said something about flowers, right? Peter jumped up, grabbing his Spiderman suit and leaving the tower.

He swung to a local flower shop, trying to remember everything he knew about flowers. Roses were for love, right? Well, they were pretty either way, and Peter hoped Harley would like them.

"Oh, Spiderman! You want roses? Oh, we're all out of red... we do have pink, white, and yellow, though, if you want to pick different colors," the shopkeeper informed, Peter nodding. He looked at the flowers, remembering how Harley didn't like the color yellow all that much.

"How about pink and white?" he requested, lowering his voice to seem tougher. The shopkeeper nodded with a smile.

"Sure thing." he began to wrap up a bouquet of the flowers carefully, using a pretty array of papers that complimented the flowers perfectly. "So, if you don't mind me asking, who are these for? Does the amazing Spiderman have a girlfriend?" Peter chuckled good heartedly, leaning on the counter.

"Something like that." Peter paid for the flowers, taking the bouquet and thanking the florist before heading back to the tower. He took off his suit, walking back to Harley's room with the flowers hidden behind his back. He poked his head in the door, not seeing anyone, but hearing a soft whimpering from behind the bed.

"Harls?" Peter walked in, looking for the blond.

"... Peter?" Harley's voice was heavy, slightly scratchy from crying. "You came back? You don't hate me?" the smaller boy was taken aback.

"How could I ever hate you? Harley, I love you. I'm sorry I left, I just needed some time to process it. But I, uh, I brought you these." he held out the bouquet, handing it to the southern boy. "You said something about flowers, yeah? I thought I would get you some."

"White and pink roses...?"

"Sorry, they were all out of red and I know you hate yellow so I-" Peter rambled, getting cut off.

"Peter. These are my favorite." Harley put his face up to the flowers, taking a deep breath. "Can we put these in some water? They're so pretty!"

"Oh. Um, yeah, hold on." Peter ran to the kitchen, grabbing a vase from the cabinet and filling it with water before heading back. They set the flowers in the vase, arranging it on one of the dressers in their room. Harley's grin was worth every penny. "So, I uh, I don't really understand what you said, but I'll do whatever you want, love," Peter offered, grabbing Harley's hands.

"Can we build a fort? And watch Disney movies?" the blond asked.

"Of course." the smaller boy lit up, dropping Harley's hands and running out again, eyes wide. He came back less than a minute later, web shooters in hand. "For structural support!" Harley laughed, hugging Peter tightly.

"I love you so much. Let's build that fort!" The pair got to work, stacking up pillows to make walls, Peter webbing a large blanket so it would hang down from the ceiling, draping over the tops of the walls and creating a blanket ceiling that wouldn't fall in on them as quickly. Inside the fort, extra pillows and blankets were arranged to build a nest for them, some snacks sitting inside.

"Haaaaarrrrrllllss!" Peter sang, grinning. "You'll never guess what I found!"

"What?" Peter held up a string of fairy lights, watching Harley light up with excitement. "Fairy lights! Oh, we can hang them in the fort with your webs!" The brunette grinned, plugging the lights in and carefully webbing them around the fort. "It looks so good!" Harley exclaimed happily, hugging Peter tightly. "Thank you," he whispered.

"Anything for you." Peter pulled away, climbing into the fort. "Now, I believe a movie marathon is in order! What do you want to watch first?" The southern boy climbed in next to Peter, snuggling into the brunette's side with a satisfied sigh. Peter wrapped his left arm around Harley, holding the remote in his right as he scrolled through the list of Disney movies.

"Mmm... can we watch Big Hero 6? It's my favorite," the blond explained.

"Aw, seriously? You're gonna make me cry?" Peter selected the movie, setting the remote down and turning his attention to Harley, placing a hand over his chest comfortingly.

"It's ok, we can cry together." They watched the movie, crying into each other's arms after the explosion. They laughed at Baymax, held each other tighter when Hiro got angry, and cried even more at the ending. Peter never took his hands away from Harley, keeping at least part of his attention on the taller boy throughout the movie. Harley certainly felt loved and appreciated.

After the movie ended, Harley looked up at his boyfriend, feeling beyond lucky to have found someone who could love him unconditionally.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Of course, Harls."


im working on a smut for one of the next chapters so stop asking when the next smut will be you horny motherfuckers

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