#cause pep is too funny and cutesy for that man

[kloppool]

one of the greatest photos ever taken btw

[complcatedfreak]

i don’t know

in which peter has a rushed morning and soulmates are real.

A/N: this is going to be a soulmate au series, which will contain both endgame and infinity war spoilers. however, this part is spoiler free. 

There were simple rules the world seemed to follow; the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, single cell organisms are the smallest life-forms, the sky is blue, and everyone gets the initials of their soulmate on their right wrist. It’s not something everyone is born with, as they appear when the soulmate is born, nor is it something that stays around for a long time. Some soulmates had a tragic tale, such as an early death that made the handwriting of the other person go away, or never meeting their soulmate and having to settle down with someone who didn’t match the letters on their wrist. The ending everyone dreamed of was getting the line through letters, signifying that they had met the person they were destined to be with.

These were the rules everyone followed.

It was no surprise that Peter also had this marking. He often thought about what the letters stood for, who had the cutesy handwriting, who his soulmate was. Aunt May swore that it was a girl’s writing, as each letter had a cute, little swoop at the end of it, but Peter didn’t want to confine his expectations to a box, then feel disappointed when he met them and they weren’t what he had daydreamed about. He wasn’t sure if he liked boys, but his soulmate was his soulmate, and he knew he’d fall for them, no matter what. Peter didn’t have any set rules or expectations about his soulmate; he was just grateful to still have his soulmate. Not all of the people around him were so lucky. Aunt May was not this lucky, and neither was Ned, Peter’s best friend. After meeting and marrying Uncle Ben, the messy “BFP” disappeared from her wrist the day he died. Ned can’t remember ever having letters, his soulmate probably died not too long after being born.

Y/N is the polar opposite of Peter. She spent days thinking about who would be able to replicate the surprisingly neat “PBP” on her right wrist. She racked her brain day in and day out, trying to conjure up an image of who these letters could belong to, as well as what it stood for. She had recently decided she liked the name “Percy Benson Pratt”, but she had cycled through plenty of others before deciding she liked that one. She also frequently daydreamed about what he could possibly look like. An epic name like ‘Percy’ meant he had to have striking eyes, probably either green or blue. A middle name like ‘Benson’ probably meant he was on the shorter side, and definitely wore glasses (however, these conclusions may have been swayed by Freddie Benson from iCarly). And, a basic last name like ‘Pratt’ didn’t really give her anything, just that there is a small chance he could be a ginger. She wasn’t upset about it, though. She knew she was just daydreaming, and she’d be immensely happy with whatever and whoever her soulmate was. Unless he was a serial killer. Or a bad person.

For Peter, it was any normal day. He woke up on a pile of textbooks, chem worksheets, and notebooks, then he took a minute to figure out where he was. Once he came to the dramatic realization that he was safe and in the comfort of his own bedroom (which took a little too long considering, you know, spidey senses and everything), he looked at the clock. His heart skipped a few beats when he noticed he was meant to leave for school ten minutes ago. He quickly zipped around the room, haphazardly throwing things into his bookbag. The only thing Peter slowed down for was to make sure he had the components to his suit. He frequently panicked about whether or not he had grabbed the mask while sitting in class, which always caused a problem, since only one person knew about Peter’s hobby. But, despite it all, Peter changed into a pair of jeans, threw on a hoodie, then started his normal route to school, with just a little pep in his step.

The morning went just about as smoothly as any other for Y/N. Well, not really. It was slightly hectic as she was still getting used to the new house. She had absolutely no idea where her favorite cereal was, which meant she had to opt for taking her mother’s granola bars to eat on her way out. But soon enough, she was off to her new school. The feeling of her heartbeat was prominent as she walked through the front doors. She headed straight to the counseling office and was surprised when Mrs. Cutler, her counselor, was waiting for her. Y/N was a little early, so it was a pleasant surprise. “Good morning,” Mrs. Cutler greeted, “I’ll give you a quick tour of the classes on your schedule, and the big rooms like the cafeteria and auditorium, and then send you off to first period!” Y/N felt the rush of anxiety as soon as the words left Mrs. Cutler’s smiling mouth. Despite feeling like she was about to be sent into a hungry lion’s den, Y/N powered out a nod, then followed Mrs. Cutler out of the counseling office.

“Mr. Parker, you’re not usually late,” The secretary in the office informed Peter, as if he didn’t know. “I know, I was up late studying for the chem test and slept right through my alarm,” Peter answered, leaving out the part where he snuck out at around 10pm because he wanted to follow the stream of police cars that Spider-man was able to hear. “Since it’s your first time, I’ll let you off with a warning, next time it’s lunch detention.” Peter nodded as she wrote him out a pass. As he walked out of the counseling office and to his locker, he heard Mrs. Cutler’s all too enthusiastic voice. It was easily recognizable, as he had spent a lot of time in her office, discussing colleges. However, Peter couldn’t tell who the girl next to her was. Peter wasn’t known around school, but he did know everyone. He always looked at it as a blessing and a curse, so he just lived with it. But he didn’t think he’d ever seen this girl before. Someone with her sense of style definitely didn’t go to Midtown Highschool, he would’ve noticed it before. Nonetheless, Peter turned the opposite way, making his way to his locker, before heading to first period.

The tour went a lot faster than Y/N thought it would. The school was not as large as it seemed from the outside, which surprised Y/N. Before she knew it, her brand-new locker was being closed, and she started her hike to first period. There were only a few minutes left in class, and Y/N seriously considered just skipping and saying it took her a while to open her locker, but then she figured it would be easier to make friends if her face became a common one. When she entered the room, the entire class turned and looked at her, as if she hadn’t just popped in while on her tour. During the tour, her teachers had shown her where she would be sitting, so, with a small smile on her face, Y/N made her way to the empty table in the back of the classroom. It was her English class, but they were in the middle of discussing a book Y/N hadn’t read, so she was told to do her best to follow along for the next few classes.

Peter’s day went by like normal, running from class to class, Ned annoying the shit out of him, and having to deal with Flash’s snarky comments, so lunch was going to feel like a breath of fresh air for him. Sure, Ned’s annoying ass would be there, but at least Peter would have food to fuel him to engage in conversation. Plus, they had finally opened the outdoor seating, which very few people ever used. He could get away from the huge crowds, while stuffing his face with whatever greasy meal they were serving today. Once he received the tray of said food, he quickly made his way outside. He rushed away from both Ned and Mj, needing a small moment of peace after the crazy morning he had. That’s why he was surprised to see someone sitting at the table across from their usual one. “Hi?” Peter asked, probably coming off ruder than he planned to.

Through the windows in the cafeteria, Y/N could see how empty the outside seating was. That’s what drew her to it, as it would be the easiest way to avoid the awkward “where can I sit so that no one talks to me, but I don’t look like a total loner” stage of being the new kid at school. This sense of mind was quickly ruined when a boy came up to her. “Hi?” He said with a crease in his eyebrow. All Y/N could think was ‘wow this boy is so pretty’, before her thoughts shifted into ‘why the fuck does he have an attitude, all I’m doing is sitting’. “Hey.” She replied, looking at the small scowl on his face. “Uh, sorry, that might’ve been rude, but-”

“Might’ve been?” Y/N quipped, enjoying his flustered state. “I mean, that was rude, sorry,” Peter blushed, looking at the pretty girl in front of him, “it’s been a rough day.”

“You’re telling me,” She smiled up at him, once he found his words. Peter smiled at the girl’s sarcastic response. Just when Peter was going to pipe back with, what he though was, a funny reply, Ned came busting out of the cafeteria doors, “Dude! Mj totally just ran into Flash with her whole tray! The food went all over-woah, Peter’s talking to a girl?”

“SHUT UP!” Peter yelled, turning away from Y/N as a blush began to spread across his cheeks. Y/N let out a laugh his reaction, as well as the new boy that came out of the cafeteria’s enthusiasm about this Mj person. However, as Peter turned away from her to discuss what was going on with his friend, Y/N started to feel awkward about the situation. “See you later, Peter,” she bid him a soft goodbye, allowing her voice to waiver as she said his name, just in case that wasn’t actually his name. She really hoped to actually see him soon.

Peter’s eyes followed her around the table and into the cafeteria. “So, who was that?” Ned asked. Peter thought for a second before answering, “Actually, I don’t know”.