spiderson oneshots

E-Boy

Peter sighed as he laid in bed, his corner lamp still shining light onto his face. His cheeks were hollow and dark purple marks outlines his tired eyes, but he refused to go to bed. Every time he closed his eyes, haunting memories of his past adventures invaded his mind. Nightmares showed weakness- and Peter wasn't weak.

"Peter, it is advised that you get some rest," KAREN, Peter's personal A.I informed. Peter only sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I can't sleep, gods why did I give you common sense," he murmured, mouth dry from lack of water.

"Do I need to contact Mr. Stark?"

"No- GODS NO- KAREN, no," Peter stuttered, jumping to his feet. He almost toppled over from the new burst of energy, but righted himself quickly. He groaned and held his head, trying to stop himself from tripping over his own feet.

"If you insist, Peter. But may i suggest a self-care night if you're going to stay up?"

Peter pondered for a moment.

"Why not. What's the worst that could happen?"

-

An empty box of black hair dye, an half-used charcoal face mask bottle, a fruit platter and May's make up bag later, you could say a lot happened.

Peter turned himself to an e-boy (#ifyouknowyouknow) and he looked pretty damn good. His new hair was slightly hanging over his brown eyes, which were high-lighted with thin eyeliner and tiny hearts on his under eyes. His lips were tinted with a soft shade of pink, and his cheeks were sparkling like the gods.

"Damn, what did I do?" Peter chuckled to himself as he fixed his hair with his hand, posing in the mirror.

"It appears you've made yourself into the typical "e-boy," sir," KAREN replied. Peter shook his head, smiling.

"The things I do at four a.m."

When Peter got ready for school those few hours later, he decided to keep up he new look since he quite favored it. He put on some distressed black skinny jeans, connected some fake silver chains to his pockets, slipped a band tea over his head and grabbed black beanie. He fixed his bangs and touched up the little make-up on his face, smiling the entire time.

After he was done, he had over an hour left before he had to leave. As he was putting the make up bag into May's bag, he caught eye of a bottle of black nail polish. Smirking, he took it out, unscrewing the cap. I assume you know what happened next.

Once he was finished painting his beautiful nails, Peter grabbed his backpack and left his bedroom to see May putting breakfast on the island. She nearly choked on her coffee after first catching sight of her nephew.

"Peter!" she gasped, hand flying to her mouth. Peter only smiled and laughed, sitting down and eating his breakfast.

-

Peter walked into school, immediately catching every student and teachers' eyes. He smirked to himself and grabbed his books, heading to class.

Throughout the entire day, he caught stares from boys and girls alike. After all, he looked pretty damn hot in his new get-up, and no one could deny it. Even Flash blushed and stuttered when he talked to the boy in class. Hell- everyone did.

Peter acted like he didn't notice the attention, but was secretly hurt when Ned wouldn't come up to him, instead choosing to glare at his "friend." MJ still had the decency to talk to him, ignoring the new look. Who needed Ned anyways?

It was lunch time, and Peter and MJ sat next to each other at their usual lunch table, but they noticed the new arrivals of classmates they barely knew. MJ senses Peter's discomfort without him even realizing it, joining their hands together and kissing his cheek, making Peter blush madly and the others growl and glare at her.

"What was that for?" Peter murmured under his breath, heat still risen in his cheeks. MJ chuckled and gripped his hand harder.

"Stop being so flustered, loser. I can see how uncomfortable these bastards are making you. Just helping out a friend," she replied. Peter laughed.

"Smart ass."

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lol this is hella short

anywaysssss i just finna bombed my theology final so uh ohhhhhh

oh and i changed the cover again :)))