fourth ending based off ideas by ItSmYwAyToDoThInGs, Genie-DemonQueen, and roger-that-captian (Wattpad)
Hi I'm literally obsessed with The Living Tombstone fuckkkkkkk
But anyways- its almost Christmas so that's a thing... I still have school this week which is dumb my break literally starts on Christmas Eve and I fucking hate that
This one is a lot shorter but its fine
***This is the fourth and final ending for "No... Please!"***
TW: mentions of rape
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
3rd Person P.O.V.
Peter opened his eyes, seeing Harley holding him down. He let out a terrified scream, using his strength to push Harley off of him and pin him down, eyes wild and full of fear.
"Peter?" the blond's voice was shaking, eyes wide and confused. Peter was near hyperventilating, trying not to slip into a full-on panic. "What are you doing?" The smaller boy was at a loss for words, shaking his head quickly. He looked around, noticing that he was in his room...
"S-sorry..." Peter mumbled, getting off Harley and hugging his knees, shaking anxiously. Harley frowned, reaching out to the brunette. He flinched back violently, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Shit, darlin', you ok? What happened?" Harley asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"No I-" Peter shuddered. "I- you- you- AGHH!" He yelled, holding his fists up against the sides of his head.
"Hey, hey, it's ok, you're ok," the southern boy soothed, concerned. "I don't know what you're trying to say, but I'm listening." Peter nodded, taking deep breaths. It was just a nightmare...
"I-" he paused. "You were... touching me, and I was screaming... you hurt me!" Harley frowned, feeling a twinge of hurt.
"Peter... it wasn't real, ok? I would never try to hurt you or do something like that, I promise." He looked to the side, trying to think of something to do. "Do you know why you had that dream? Do you... do you see me like that?"
"No! No..." Peter sighed, knowing exactly why he had the nightmare. "I... I saw him..."
"'Him?' Who?"
"Harley-" Peter's voice broke, letting out a quiet sob. Harley carefully wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, trying to offer whatever comfort he could.
"Shhhh, it's ok..." Peter leaned his head against Harley's chest, trying to take deep breaths while the blond rubbed circles into his back.
"I was little," Peter whispered, just loud enough for Harley to hear. "My parents were busy a lot, so I had a babysitter. His name was S- Sk-" he closed his eyes. "I can't..."
"It's ok, try to keep going," Harley encouraged.
"He would... he would touch me." Peter squeezed his eyes shut, grimacing. "Then he- he-" the brunette took a deep breath, uttering his next words. "He raped me..." Harley put a hand over his mouth in horror. "He did it every time my parents left..."
"Peter... I can't even imagine..." The southern boy shook his head, hugging Peter tight. "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve any of that pain." Peter cried softly in Harley's arms, shaking slightly. They stayed like that for awhile, Harley offering comfort to the traumatized boy.
"I saw him yesterday... on the sidewalk. He looked at me, and I just-" Peter shook his head, chin trembling. "I don't know if he recognized me, but I recognized him, and it was too much," he explained.
"He should be in jail for what he did. You shouldn't have to be scared of him anymore, you deserve so much better than that." The smaller boy shook his head.
"No... I don't want to start something, because I'll have to give a statement, and then what happens if he goes free? He'll come back for me for sure!" Peter was shaking again, leaning closer into Harley. "I don't want to risk it..."
"Ok, darlin', I won't force you if you don't want to. I just hate seeing you like this. I really care about you, yknow." Peter looked up, eyes puffy from crying.
"You do?" He looked back down at his lap, frowning. "Why...?" Harley was slightly taken aback, but answered the question nevertheless.
"Because... I like you. A lot." He paused, gently brushing his thumb against Peter's cheek. "And I think you deserve the world. I've never met anyone better than you." The smaller boy blushed, leaning against Harley's hand.
"I like you a lot too," he whispered, smiling shyly. Harley swallowed nervously, tilting Peter's head up a little and leaning in closer hesitantly.
"Can I- can I kiss you?" he wondered, staring into the brunette's beautiful doe eyes. Peter nodded quickly, and Harley pressed their lips together in a soft, genuine kiss. Peter pulled away first, gasping and staring up at Harley with an unreadable expression. "What? Did you not like it?" The blond asked worriedly.
"No! No, it was great, I just..." Peter drifted off, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know. I liked it."
"Oh... I liked it too," Harley agreed. He slowly moved his hand up into Peter's hair, turning the smaller boy around so he was laying on Harley. The southern boy played with Peter's messy curls, sighing contently. Peter yawned, feeling rather sleepy. Harley's hand in his hair was comforting, and the blond was quite comfortable to lay on... he snuggled in, falling asleep on the southern boy.
"Sleep well, darlin'," Harley whispered, smiling.
and that's the last ending! I deadass did all that in like... 2-3 days damnnnn
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