{Midtown Reacts to Peter Parker}

Okay, y'all, I'm getting way too many requests of y'all wanting Midtown reacting to Petey being the absolute baddie he is, so here y'all go.

I updated 5 times today so y'all better be grateful.

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Marvel.

TW: People fanboying over Peter. Badass Petey. Unfortunately, no irondad in this :(, only Midtown.

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Angelic music played over Midtown high, and all the students blacked out. Then...

"Where are we?" Betty asked, looking around at the theatre.

"Hello, kiddies, I am Chaeyoung26090."

"What are the numbers for?"

"Hush. Anyway, you may call me Hana. Today, you all will be reacting to Peter-"

"Penis Parker? Why?" Flash scoffed loudly.

"Mr. Thompson, watch your language," Principal Morita warned.

"Shut your fuck, Eugene. Anyway, today you guys will be reacting to pictures of Peter being the absolute baddie he is."

Peter blushed.

"Love you, Peter. Any questions?"

Nearly everyone raised their hands.

"Cool, I never said I would answer them. Settle down so I can start."

After a little bit of confusion, everyone had a seat. Peter, the most important person, was sitting between Ned and MJ.

The screen flickered to life.

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"WHAT THE FUCK?" Flash screeched with suspiciously red cheeks.

"Holy shit, the nerd is hot."

"Damnnnnnnn."

"How are you bad at sports with a body like that?" Coach Wilson asked.

Peter ignored him.

"Holy crap," Miss Warren whispered.

"Your hand in marriage, Peter."

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend," he smiled awkwardly.

"Aw, man."

"When did Parker get this hot?"

"I have no idea."

"When did you have a whole damn photoshoot, Parker?" MJ asked.

"Mr. Stark," Peter said simply as if that explained everything. It surprisingly did.

"Is it just me or is it hot in here?"

"It kinda is."

Quite a few whistles.

"The VEINS!!!!"

"Stop screeching!"

"But-But the frickin' veins!"

"I can see them, but please don't burst my eardrums."

Peter had just tuned everyone out.

"WHY IS HE SO FUCKING HOT?"

"Language, kids," one of the teachers chided.

Flash was just silently watching the photos.

"I would kill to be the one Peter's staring at."

"Same."

"Woah."

"He's hotter than the fire burning."

"He looks so handsome!"

"Seriously."

"Flash, you've got a bit of drool right here."

Flash startled and sat up straight.

"You should wear more clothes like those and style your hair like that," Ned told Peter, "You'd kill everyone with your looks."

"Hush, Nedward," Peter said.

"How did he make a simple action like talking look hot?"

"I still have trouble believing this is our sweet Peter Parker."

"Same. And I don't know which one I like better."

"His jawline can shatter Graphene."

"I feel sick hearing them talk about you, my near-brother, like that," MJ gagged.

"Love you too, Em."

"His facial structure is godly!"

"Who were you looking at like that?"

Peter smirked, "Harls had walked from the bathroom with only a towel on."

"Eww, okay, didn't need to know that," MJ shuddered, "You two are so in love, it's disgusting."

"Same can be said for you and Shuri," Peter stuck his tongue out at her.

"I would kill to be looked at by him like that."

"Relatable."

"How can that adorable bean be THIS?"

"No idea, girl, no idea."

"Those ARMS!!!!"

"How can you do this but not do a single push-up in gym class?" Coach Wilson asked.

"Didn't want to be put in a sports team," Peter shrugged.

"I won't put you on a sports team, but for god's sake please work to your full capacity," Coach Wilson pleaded. Peter sighed but nodded at him.

"How the fu-"

"Wowowowowowowowow."

"Shit he's hot."

"We've been knew, bro."

"Flash, your jaw is on the floor."

Flash glared and closed his mouth.

"Peter, I'm begging you, please wear clothes like this to school from now on."

Everyone put in their variations of yes.

"Fine, okay guys, got it," Peter rolled his eyes, "Say, can I show my tattoos too now?"

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"YOU HAVE TATTOOS?"

"I WANT TATTOOS TOO!"

"Nevermind that, can we focus on the fact that Peter Parker, nerd supreme, has TATTOOS?"

"I think we had established that Peter just has the facade of a nerd."

"I had my guardian's permission," Peter said when the teachers started speaking, "I hide them with foundation and concealer."

"I'm drooling."

"I can see that."

"Not bad, Parker," MJ smirked at him, "I remember Harley nearly fainting when you returned from the tattoo parlor."

"I would faint too."

"Agreed."

"He's so pretty."

"I want to be the log thingy he's standing on."

"I want to be the camera he's looking at."

"I want-"

"Okay, we get it," Ned interrupted, "All of you are thirsty for Peter."

"And that's it now."

"Already?" the students pouted.

"Yeah, sorry, Wattpad has a picture limit kiddos."

"What's Wattpad?"

"Nothing you should worry about! Now shoo. I have editing to do."

"Okay, bye Miss Hana," Peter smiled.

"Bye Pete!"

The curtains fall just as the students disappear again in a flash of light.

The.

End.