Strumming Heart Strings - (Spideypool Band AU)

Chapter 9: Make-over

“Parker”

“Jane”

The two stand in front of one another and Peter feels as though he is still out there in his spiderman suit, fighting some sort of villain. He has a somber expression of a man who has long accepted his fate in front of the evil grinning girl with ginger colored hair.

In hand, she holds a makeup bag, flipping her hair as she strolls right in like this is her own flat and she forever belongs here.

Peter closes the door after her, sighing heavily as he knows what’s to come…

Jane pulls out her large bag and sets her makeup bag down on the kitchen counter. Opening her handbag, she reveals a box full of accessories that, admittedly, Peter would wear.

“I brought a few things that I had but never use” she begins “feel free to keep any, my emo phase wasn’t really for me” she flips her hair

Peter peers in, already spotting a few things he would like to have and planning already to stab his ears with safety pins to make more piercings just so he could wear more of these cool earrings. 

MJ seemed to just know the sort of thing he likes despite their styles being totally different. The box is full of black and silver jewelry, Peter loves it, especially since he barely ever uses money for such things.

“Now” she claps her hands, heading over to Peter’s closet and beginning to pull out some clothes. 

MJ is in her element, pulling out clothes and judgemently making faces at everything. She ends up picking a few jeans, graphic t-shirts as well as some long sleeved ones before setting all of it out on Peter’s bed and humming in thought.

“Put these on” she shoves some grey jeans and a black long sleeved shirt and Peter obliges, not putting much of a fight

“No” she says immidietly when he emerges from the bathroom, pushing in another outfit and repeating the process until she feels moderately content.

When Peter comes out with his black ripped jeans (which MJ seemed to have avoided choosing as he always wears it outside of work) and a Deadpool shirt with some tears here and there, MJ hums longer which means she likes it but

“Something is missing” she squints, spinning to go to her bag and rummage through it

“I think it looks fine” Peter sighs, wanting to get this over with

“Peter” MJ starts, pointing at him with a serious expression “this is a concert- You have to dress up” she says sternly “especially when Deadpool has commented on your account and you get to meet and greet for free” she returns to look through her bag

Peter groans, rubbing his face at the memory. He is so nervous to meet the guy… Especially now, when Deadpool actually knows how stupid he sounds when singing. 

“Here” MJ shoves a white turtle neck and, what seems to be, fishnets in his hands “try both, see which one you like most”

Peter does as told, trying on the to-the-neck white long sleeve and showin it to MJ before struggling with he fishnet shirt. It feels awkwardly wear, the thing doesn’t have sleeves but it seems to be a turtle neck as well so it only shows up on the neck and beneath the holes in the shirt.

“which one do you like most?” MJ, for once, asks

“I think…” Peter pauses, the white top is definitely safer and comfortable but…MJ is right, this is a concert and, if Peter had to be honest, he sort of feels like he looks nice in these clothes- like those cool punk people his nerdy ass always wanted to be.

“I like it like this” He decides, knowing he will come to regret it later and become too anxious. Oh well, future problems for future him.

“Good, now come” MJ pushes him to the kitchen, sitting him on the stool and seeming happy with his decision. 

As soon as Peter is sat down, MJ is all hands on deck. Her makeup bag has all its contents out like she’s ready to perform some surgery on Peter and it makes him especially nervous.

“I’m going to make you look like the hottest emo in there” she whispers, determined 

“I…Can you not put too much?” Peter asks, afraid some prick might pick on him thanks to how he looks

“Don’t worry” MJ smiles, putting on a headband to keep Peter’s hair out of the way “You barely need any makeup and the good of emos is they will love your eyebags ” she snickers, pulling out an eyeliner.

“You’re gonna look so snatched” she sounds angry but really she just seems excited to work on him “Your eyeliner is so sharp! I am great at this” she grins

“the greatest” Peter sighs, rolling his eyes but MJ interrupts the action with a firm hand on his head- Oh yeah… He rolls his head too thanks to the mask, whoops.

By the time MJ is finished with him, she has already chosen accessories and done Peter’s hair as well, shoving Peter in the bathroom to look at himself all giddy.

In the mirror is an unfamiliar face. A face that seems to belong to someone who is confident and holds their head high… It is a lot like looking in the mirror after putting on his Spiderman mask.

Peter’s eyeliner, as MJ has said, is snatched. Dramatic but in a wonderful way. 

His undereyes have a bit of red eyeliner with blush right under to give off a swollen eye but cute look, like he hasn’t slept but looked hot during it. As usual, his hair is messy but this time in a ‘I just woke up and look great way’…

“So?” MJ peeks from behind him, almost bouncing 

“Black magic” Peter furrows his brows and the stranger in the mirror does as well.

MJ barks out a laugh, smacking his back and leaving Peter to admire the look for a moment before returning with a cropped leather jacket

“Here” she smiles “I want it back so don’t mess it up” she warns, helping Peter put on the black jacket. 

The jacket is a little tight on his arms but it does pull the look together with all the chains hanging on his belt and neck. Peter cant help but hug MJ, thanking her repeatedly because WOW he feels great, like he actually, for once, looks good.
He feels like a disney nerd girl who got a make-over, all MJ has to do is remove his glasses and say something like "NOW you're ready"

“You’re so dramatic” MJ pats his back as he hugs her but Peter can tell she likes the compliments on her hard work “Now, off you go- dont want to be late” she shoos him away from his own house.

Peter grins wide and nods, rushing to put on his large combat boots and waiting for MJ to follow him out so he can lock the door after her. There’s a certain bounce to his step as he makes his way to MJ’s car, his anxiety long gone because Deadpool wont be meeting stupid boring Peter but…whoever this person he looks like.