It all started from a dumpster behind Midtown High School. "Could this day get any worse?" Peter Parker spoke to himself as he went to the trash receptacle, trying to find his backpack those dudes threw out the window. Holding his nose and scanning the pile of garbage, there were soggy cardboard, last week's lunch, abandoned project from Mister Andrew's class. And there it was! His backpack laying next to a dead man(?) in some sort of black leather and armor clothing with a broken neck. Totally normal.

Everyone is born with their soulmate's last name on their left arm. But like in the case of a certain Peter Parker, sometimes it seems like your other half doesn't even exist... **updates on Wednesdays!!** Fluff, some angst. It's all mainly gay, so if you don't like it, you should leave now.