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Angstpril Day 1 Liar

Liar: Day One

There were days when it was rough, and he barely felt like fighting at all. When all he could think about were the lies and the pain from his past. There was a time when he thought the world was good and he had loving parents. Until that day. He was five years old walking down the street with his parents. They had told him they were taking him to a summer camp, and it would be fun. They had told him it would only be for a week, and that they would come get him. They dropped him off at a building. It was black and red, with silver accents. He was surprised he remembered it. When they went inside he was still naive enough to think that it was a summer camp. Then his parents left. He soon found that this was not a summer camp at all. He would train or he would be punished, so he trained his hardest to be the best. A year later he met Christina, his light in the darkness. They escaped five years after they met. He wondered where his parents were. What they were doing. So he researched them, and with the help of Christina and Tony he found them. What he found hurt. They were Hydra agents who had willingly given him to Hydra. He wasn't just taken by accident. They lied to his face, and as far as he could tell they had no remorse. He went downstairs and found Christina. He really didn't want to go anywhere, but they had school today. If he didn't get moving they would be late. She was standing at her dresser debating on what to do with her hair. He went and stood behind her putting his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulders. She looked up at him.

"You've been dwelling on it again haven't you."

"It's hard not to. I feel like I must have done something wrong to make them give away like that. Was I not good enough for them?" Damian replied.

" No Dami, they weren't good enough for you. They left you, it is their own fault not yours." Christina said, standing up and tilting his chin up to look at her.

"You are amazing, wonderful, trustworthy, my soulmate, my best friend, and technically my husband. Therefore no more putting yourself down. I love you. You're way better than they'll ever be."

Damian smiled,

"It's a good thing we found each other then, but today is just one of those days. School is going to be rough." He said. He started braiding her hair, and when he was done they walked out the door. They arrived at their school thankfully on time. Flash is still going to school even though he is still being sued by them. His ego is the only thing bigger than his attitude.

"If it isn't the little Parker and her orphan boyfriend. What happened? Did someone else leave you?" Flash asked, stepping closer to them.

"Flash stop, I just can't today." Damian replied, trying to deescalate the situation.

"What, did I hit too close to home? Oh wait, you don't have one do you." Flash taunted.

"For your information, Flash, he has a home. He lives with me at Stark Industries. He is, after all, my soulmate and fiancé. He also has family, so take your nonsense somewhere else." Christina interjected, Damian grabbing her hand for comfort. He was that close to flipping out and having a mental breakdown. Of course, Flash couldn't take the hint.

"Oh poor little West needs his girlfriend to stand up for him." Flash continued, ignoring the static growing in the air, and the storm clouds growing outside, As well as the fact that Damian's eyes had lightning crackling in them. He also ignored the frost on the windows, the temperature dropping, and the icy stare Christina threw him . Peter walked into the room as this was going on.

"Flash, I'm going to say this once. It takes a lot to make my sister angry. It takes even more to make her boyfriend this angry. You might want to run. What did you say?"

Flash being Flash thought Peter was actually asking him what he said, opened his mouth and repeated what he said. That was a horrible mistake. Flash started talking trash about Peter. He was still blissfully unaware that he just angered a fire-wielding spider-powered superhero who had a flaming temper, pun intended. He also infuriated a water- and ice-wielding spider-powered superhero, and her fiancé, the heir of Asgard, a lightning storm spider-powered superhero. The only good thing for Flash was that the spiders were not allowed to fight him back. If they did, they could give him wiggle room to escape getting sued. If they caused an elemental storm, it could be disastrous. Christina was looking for a way out and to their place, so she could calm Damian down before he accidentally electrocuted something. Finally, Flash was distracted, and she pulled Damian away down the hall. She walked into her Aunt Carol's classroom. Carol took one look at them and dismissed her class to the library.

"Need help, Chrissy?" She asked,

"Yeah, Aunt Carol, Flash is running his mouth about Damian's family. He was already upset about it before we got here, and Flash just made it ten times worse." Christina replied.

"Alright, well, try to calm him down. I'm going to excuse you from Mr. Harrington's class. Is MJ here today? Peter is probably going to need her after he finishes his chat with Flash." Carol asked

"Yeah I'm pretty sure she's here. We're going into the safe room and enabling the soundproofing. If you need to talk with us, use Korean please. He probably is not going to understand, but it's better than the class understanding us. He's been speaking Italian, so you could use that instead." Christina said.

"Why is he using Italian?" Carol asked.

"He goes all angry-Italian-Hebrew when he's mad. It's adorable under other circumstances. He even does the Italian hands when he's ranting." Christina laughed.

"Got it, see you later." Carol replies, as Christina opens the safe room door. Christina nods and drags Damian through the door. Once they enter the safe room Damian walks over to the punching bag. After he's sure the sound proofing is enabled, he punches it. He gets most of his anger out, and now he's just sad. His parents were liars. He was so sick and tired of it. Now other people were lying to him. Flash included. It hurt him. Why did the two people who raised him til he was five turn out to be liars? He hadn't told Christina yet, but someone had reached out to him asking to talk claiming she was his mother. She said his father died in a Shield raid, and that she regretted giving him away. What if she was still a liar? What if he got close to her and she lied again. Damian was fully sobbing now. Christina was the only one who ever saw him cry. She was the only one capable of calming him down. He hadn't realized he had been talking out loud until Christina put a hand on his back and said.

"Dami, look at me. Your mother may be a liar, and if she lies to you again I will personally put her in jail myself. But you deserve to at least have hope that she isn't. If you want to meet her I will set it up, okay?."

"I want to meet her, Ari. I really do, but I'm scared that she will lie to me, and then leave me again." Damian said, He had finally calmed down enough to speak. All the anger was gone, only the hurt remained.

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amarauder · 5 years ago

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Fonzo, the Alleged - Peter Parker x Reader [ Part Two ]

001. fatso, the alleged

PAIRING; Peter Parker x reader

DATE; 12.26.19

WORD COUNT; 8891

WARNING; Bad words, bad writing, fighting, smoking and bad tendencies mentioned, etc.

A/N; I apologize in advance. I really don't like the ending but I have rewritten the ending so many times and I can't seem to get it right. But here it is. So... Also, I did not get Peter's personality right at all but I kind of imagined he would be nervous around her at first then kind of get used to her presence in his house, but then I realized as someone who literally is a girl version of Peter Parker that if someone was that rude then I would never get used to them. But I don't know and I tried to get their chemistry right and tried to make their relationship seem natural but it was rather difficult figuring out a reason to hate Peter and have them gradually start to crush on each other when they haven't even met each other at the very beginning and half way through is when I reveal that they hate each other. But whatever. Let me know what you think and also a big shout out to pparkerwrites for giving me the motivation to start my own. Guys go read hers they are so amazing like I can't even describe how good they are! I couldn't stop reading it and you know it's good when you binge read. Jesus this is a along A/N.

TRAILER; In which Peter Parker accuses Fatso of eating his science project, even though he should have known better to choose a mouse instead of a frog.

It was late in the night, almost morning and she had pushed off her final History project until the very last minute. It was a usual occurrence for Y/N, something that happened way too often but she never seemed to learn from.

It wasn't like she meant to procrastinate though, it's just so many things pile up on her to do list: like watching Netflix, driving her new car, reading fan fiction, reading more fan fiction until it was almost midnight and she realized she still had to do the work that was due the next day.

It was a routine, an unhealthy one, but a productive one nonetheless.

Yawning into her hand, she glanced at how many slides she had left and decided to take a quick break. It wasn't like she could concentrate anyway with the commotion Peter made next to her.

When she had first moved in, all of his moaning and groaning had made her wonder what he was really doing up there and whether she should interrupt his special time to get some sleep or not. But then minutes turned to hours and she realized, or more like hoped, that no one could go on doing the dirty for that long.

She found out later that Peter suffered through night terrors just like her.

Accidentally stumbling over Fonzo as she got up, she cursed her way to her bed and grabbed her phone. The only light on was the lamp on her desk and considering the time she doubted any other lights would be on in the apartment. Using the flashlight on her phone was a must.

She grabbed Fonzo along the way, smothering the poor thing in apologetic kisses despite that Y/N could only guess that food would be the best apology for a cat.

She passed Peter's door on the way to the kitchen. It was quiet inside there, almost too quiet. Despite her debating, she decided to go in. Whenever she had gotten up to get a midnight snack or just was not able to fall back asleep after a rather brutal nightmare, more often than not, she would always hear some sort of noise coming from Peter's room.

She set Fonzo down and covered part of the flashlight with her hand as she opened the door. She was just making sure he was okay, it's not like it's a privacy violation or anything. He could be dying in his room for all she knew and she just needed to check he was doing alright. The light from her phone shone into a tiny sliver of his room, she felt Fonzo brush against her calf but thought nothing of it.

She peeked over towards Peter and saw his eyes shut tightly. Her brow furrowed, a hair was out of place and Y/N reached out to brush it back into place until a hissing noise startled her. She spun around to see Fonzo about to pounce on Peter's bed. If she weren't snooping around and was about to get caught, Y/N would have enjoyed seeing Peter's startled expression. She was tempted too but Y/N knew Peter was too smart to buy any of her excuses and she had already had enough embarrassing encounters with the boy earlier, she didn't feel the need to add to the list.

Just as she took off, she saw Fonzo bounce off the carpet. Her heart leapt into her throat as she hit his dresser, knowing she probably woke him up from the sound she ran faster and did not stop until she reached the kitchen.

She slammed the lights on and walked towards the cupboard that held the cups, her heart was still banging around in her chest and she was having trouble getting her breaths and thoughts together.

What had she even been doing in there?

Reaching out to touch the dumbass' hair?

How tired was she?

Was she on her period? Y/N always seemed to become delusional with wanting a boyfriend whenever she was riding the crimson wave, but really out of all the boys at her school, her hormones chose Peter? He basically didn't even count as a boy.

She had heard him shriek like a little girl a few days ago and Y/N would bet anything that he was scared of spiders.

She heard cursing upstairs and a loud bang. Y/N sighed and decided to grab two mugs instead of just one, she had a feeling it would be a long time until she got to finish the damned assignment.

She had been right. Peter stomped down the stairs holding Fonzo at an arms width, she had never seen him mad before and she was suddenly scared that he would throw her beloved cat across the room.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had raced across the room and took Fonzo back in her arms and was glaring at Peter with distrust, as if it was his fault that Fonzo was with him. "Do you not know how to carry an animal? Are you seriously that scared of Fonzo?"

"In case you've forgotten, which obviously you have, I am allergic to cats." Peter is not in fact allergic to cats and Y/N knew that for a fact, he had a habit of reaching out for Fonzo too many times. The poor boy never learned to wait for Fonzo to come to him and to never ever grab him off the ground or if he was sleeping.

"What a pity," Y/N said with pursed lips ignoring his lie and instead held Fonzo out towards him, "Are you deathly allergic?"

Peter rolled his eyes and Y/N was expecting a snarky remark back but was interrupted by the whistling of the boiling pot. She winced and quickly took it off, worried about waking up May and her Mother. She poured the water into two mugs and placed tea bags in them. "What are you doing up?" She asked him as innocently as she could muster when she grabbed honey and lemon.

"I could be asking you the same thing."

Y/N stopped cutting to give him a look from over her shoulder, "Sorry, I forgot you were five and still pout like a baby."

"Well, you must be pretty dumb to be in the same grade as a baby."

She let her knife hover over the lemon for a second before putting it down, she was a bit concerned for Peter it wasn't like him to be picking for a fight. That was her job and she wasn't about to get replaced. "Alright. What's got your knickers in a twist?"

"W-what?" Peter blanched and looked at her like she had grown two heads which would be pretty cool in Y/N's opinion.

Sighing as if her explanation was going to take a lot of energy that she didn't want to waste on him, "It's an expression, Parker. I thought you were smart enough-"

"No, I know that. I've just never actually heard someone say it other than my Grandfather."

"Fine, what's gotten you so upset? Does that work for you or do I have to word it different for you, millennial?"

Peter snorted and rubbed his eyes, "Your stupid cat woke me up."

"Ya, no shit. He's nocturnal Parker. That was bound to happen eventually." Y/N said and slid the tea towards him.

He mumbled a thanks before taking a sip, he blanched and Y/N raised an eyebrow. "It's hot." He protested weakly and blew on it.

"I know." Y/N said and threw away the lemon remnants and picked up her mug. "Come on, I need to finish a stupid assignment and I am guessing you didn't bring your phone or flashlight down?"

Peter shook his head and shut the lights off in the kitchen. The walk to their bedroom was silent. She hadn't expected anything more or less but she had been thinking about Peter a lot lately- a horrible habit of hers that she loathed more than anything- she just couldn't get him to stray away from her thoughts.

Ever since the stupid car ride from earlier that day, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He had just blatantly admitted he was having nightmares in front of a girl who had been rude to him for the start. And there had been the fact that he had let the dancing go. And there was also her stupid thought that was really the worst part of it all. Did she really think he was cute?

His hair was always in messy curls that drove Y/N crazy, along with that stupid eyebrow. But that was just her OCD right?

He was always late to everything and always looking out of breath as if he had just finished saving the world or something. Sometimes he would never even show and would just come up with some lame ass excuse that it seemed everyone else but her would buy!

He was ridiculously nerdy and would go into rampant rants about science and Star Wars even though he knew she would never answer back.

And that was another thing, he was too nice! It drove her mad. Even after months of poking fun at him and trying to at least get one reaction out of him, he finally lost his temper tonight and to her cat no less! It was absolutely ridiculous. Right when he is starting to grow on her is when-No, she stopped herself, he is not starting to grow on her and she needs to stop thinking about him now. He was annoying and made her move her and she hated him.

"Goodnight," he said curtly and stepped into his room before popping his head back out the doorway, "And say goodnight to Fatso for me."

Y/N laughed, "I thought you were allergic to him?"

Peter turned red and scratched his neck awkwardly, "Just, umm, ya, still am obviously."

Y/N smiled softly and rolled her eyes. He was such an idiot sometimes.

—-

One of the best things in the world were naps. They were just so very convenient. In a bad mood? Take a nap. Tired? Take a nap. Peter blames Fonzo for eating his science project? Take a nap.

It really worked wonders and Y/N couldn't help but be thankful for them. She had just woken up a few minutes ago to Fonzo curling up to her wanting to join in on her afternoon slumber. She sighed, she knew she should get up. It was already dark outside and she had missed dinner.

Peter was hopefully asleep by now, not like she was camping up in her room hiding from him or anything. Y/N merely just was really enjoying her lazy day.

She sighed and stared at the wall a bit more, before getting up. She cringed and shut her eyes tightly willing the dizziness that came from getting up too fast to go away or maybe from hunger. She really needed to eat, in the fridge downstairs there was some leftover pizza from two nights ago that was calling her name.

But what if Peter was still awake. Sure, it was dark outside but thanks to his Peterness he had lost his rat and had blamed it on poor Fatso. She grabbed her phone and scratched the cat behind his ears, he mewled and she checked the time. He was most likely still up, she sighed but still decided to brave her future.

She grabbed a protesting Fatso for extra bravery and put the flashlight on, she was overwhelmed with flashbacks from a few nights ago. She shook her head and wondered when Peter had become such a big part of her life. They had had the biggest fight they had ever had, just a few nights ago. Y/N insisting that Peter's unmistakable unorganization had caused him to lose his experiment while he blamed poor, innocent Fonzo. They both had been stubborn and Peter had even gone far enough to take the subway.

It surprised Y/N how much she missed him.

Stumbling over air, she cursed and realized she had fallen right in front of Peter's door. Lovely, someone up there must really love her. She peeked inside to see Peter hunched over a computer and what seemed like a wreath of papers surrounded him. He looked deep in thought and guilt coursed through her veins. She chewed on her lip and double checked the time, it wasn't too late, she could easily heat up the pizza and then grab her own finished product of the same project and maybe help him.

But what if he didn't want her help? He loathed her enough to not ride with her, and it is your fault the rat is gone something whispered inside of her. She shook those thoughts away, it was not her fault. Except it was, Peter had lost the rat the same night Y/N had accidentally let Fonzo into his room to check on him while he was sleeping, and miraculously the cage had been knocked over that same night. Y/N knew she had crashed into the dresser that night but she couldn't quite remember where the cage was.

During her thought process, Fonzo had wandered into the room and snuggled up against Peter's leg. Her eyes widened and she hurriedly hid behind the wall and peeked over. He cooed at the animal and scratched him.

It was all she needed to sprint to her the kitchen and to her room to grab her project.

——

She walked into the room shyly, with the papers behind her back. Peter hadn't noticed her presence yet and it wasn't until Fonzo got up from his place between in Peter's lap to come towards her did he look up. A flash of what looked like guilt passed through his features before he continued his work.

She sighed and sat down next to him, she threw the stack of papers onto his lap before picking up his analysis. It didn't make much sense and she had a feeling that Peter had forgotten to fill out the chart everyday and had accidentally left it to last minute only to lose the damn thing.

She glanced at Peter to see him looking through her papers with interest and she decided to pipe up, "What did you name the rat?"

Peter looked up in surprise, "What?"

"What did you name the rat?"

He looked at her as if she was crazy, "Um," he glanced at his computer, "Test subject number one."

Y/N started to giggle, "You didn't name it?"

"No!" He cringed at himself before lowering his voice to a softer tone, "No, I mean, we are going to have to dissect it anyway. I just didn't want to get too attached to it."

"Oh," Y/n said surprised before sporting a smirk and poking his cheek, "Didn't know you were such a softie, Parker."

"Didn't know you harbored such a malicious murder in your house, L/N."

Y/N scoffed but lied nonetheless, "For the last time, Fonzo did not eat him. He is way too picky to eat your disgusting lab rat. Besides, you should just be happy that I am helping you, Parker. Judging by your analysis and empty table you did not check it's well being everyday which would cause you to lose points even if you didn't lose the rat."

"I don't believe you."

Y/N rolled her eyes, something she seemed to do a lot more since she met him, "Ya, well you should."

"Why? Because you are helping me? I personally think it's the guilt that is eating you alive knowing that Fonzo probably did eat my lab rat is prompting you to help me finish your project."

"You mean the project that you still would have failed if you still had Test Subject # 1?" Y/N said as she laid down on her back.

Peter sighed but laid down beside her, his ceiling was covered with flying Star Wars models and those cheesy glow in the dark star stickers that she had when she was young. He was such a child, she loved it. "Well, he's in a better place now, anyway."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "You're so dramatic."

Peter didn't answer, he only continued to stare up at the faintly glowing star stickers as if there were real stars. He reminded her of those movies where the soon to be couple would go out and star at the starry night and contemplate life.

"What do you think happens after we die?"

Oh no, now they were those people in the movie. Damn it, Peter.

She sighed wistfully, she had had many conversations just like this one many times before, "Are you sure you want to go down this path? Because once you go down you can't go back."

Peter laughed but nodded nonetheless. And so, Y/N indulged Peter onto her views of the subject. She talked about how the idea of forever freaked her out and how she hoped that reincarnation exists or how she didn't believe in the idea of a God but did believe in science but there had to be something up there. Some kind of magical being. But the idea of a god did not appease her, she believed that if there was a so called God then they would have the will and strength to end world hunger, global warming, cancer, and have people love each other freely.

Everything was quite bizarre to talk about to someone else about but she found herself enjoying her time with Peter. He was a good listener, he nodded at the right moments, looked generally interested in her views, and even agreed with some parts.

After agreeing that Gods were overrated (oops, sorry Thor and Loki), it was silent for a while. She heard Peter's breathing even out and wondered if he had fallen asleep when he spoke in a hushed tone, "I hope Flash goes to hell."

They looked at each other for a moment, Peter a bit scared for her reaction, when they both burst into laughter at the same time. Peter knew his reaction was more out of nerves and he couldn't help but laugh when she did. He had been ready to go into a ramble about how it seemed to just slip out, and did you know that you become more honest when it's late which makes sense considering it's around 2 in the morning.

Once Peter started to calm down, and finally got his mind back to normal which had seemed to always turn to gush around her, he noticed that Y/N was still laughing. She was almost crying but seemed to realize that Peter was looking at her oddly and put her hand up while trying to say something before turning into a giggling mess again.

Peter had never seen her this happy before, he liked it.

She finally stopped when she started to hiccup. She was clutching her stomach and moaning, "I think I just got a six pack from laughing so hard."

Peter snorted and looked at her with an amused smile, "You know it wasn't that funny."

"I know. I think I am becoming delusional from lack of sleep. I mean if I start to laugh at something you say, you know there has to be something wrong." Peter rolled his eyes and shoved her laughing self. He almost thought his hand might go right through her, she looked too pretty to be real. "Alright, alright, I'll stop. My stomach can't take more of your comedics, Parker."

Peter rolled his eyes, grumbling about how much work they had to do in such a limited amount of time if they wanted to finish in time.

——

Y/N always had a hard time waking up. Her Mother would tell stories about how even when she was young, she would always seem to fall back asleep whenever she tried to wake her and even if she did wake up without falling back asleep it would take her at least an hour to be able to register what was going on. Which was why it was so strange that Y/N woke up with a start and a clear head. She looked around almost panicking. Her phone was nowhere to be seen, which only made it worse. Sunlight was pouring out of the windows and Y/N wanted to cry. They were so late. She was still in Peter's room, who was still sleeping on the floor probably drooling all over the project they hadn't finished, and somehow ended up on the bed.

She raced over to Peter, ignoring her dizziness, "Peter," she said and shook him, "Fuck, wake up. We are so late. Fuck me. Ugh, where is a damn clock?!?"

She paced around as Peter groaned before shooting up and whacking some papers off of his face. He looked at Y/N with blurry eyes before checking the time on his watch. "Oh, fucking hell. We should be just about to end Fourth Period."

Y/N looked as if she was about to cry before she sprinted to her room. She raced around throwing clothes on as she listened to voice mails of her friends. Her partner explained how she had turned the project in and how Mr. Collagen had hired a sub for today.

She stopped mid way of cursing at her stupid bra strap for being so difficult to get on before just kind of standing in the middle of her room laughing. Maybe God was real and was trying to prove it to her, because there was no way in hell that she had gotten so lucky.

She squealed and did her dance, while throwing on the rest of her shirt and hopping her way to Peter's room as she put on her ugg boots. "Peter," she yelled gleefully, "You are never going to believe this."

He looked frazzled as he gathered as many papers together as possible. Some were in his mouth, some were stuffed down his pants which Y/N couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at but decided not to question, "Collagen never showed today, he hired a sub. We are fine."

He stopped in his tracks for a second before racing around and grabbing more papers, "Very funny, L/N. But I don't have time for pranks."

Y/N rolled her eyes and played the voicemail as he listened, his expressions changed so fast Y/N couldn't tell what he was feeling until it ended, he whooped before crashing into her body with a hug and spinning her around, "I am so happy, I could kiss you."

Y/N laughed before gaping at the corner of Peter's room. He froze also and let her down with a bright red face about to ramble thousands of apologies. He turned away from her with clenched fists and tightly shut eyes and deep breaths. How could he have just openly announced his feelings when he had just realized them as he blurted it out?

"Peter," Y/N said breathlessly, her hand fisting the back of his jacket. He turned around awkwardly when he realized she wasn't even looking at him, she was instead gaping at the frazzled rat in the corner of his room.

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