okay this got way more traction than i thought it would. ohmygod hello! i already reblogged this last night putting a snippet, but i am writing the fic!! my friend is beta reading it for me, and i’m trying to make it as perfect as i can.

okay you guys.. the timer still has like a ton of time left but im def going to do it, and have started on it. here’s a little snippet of what i have so far:

The first time Peter saw you, he felt like a flame was lit in him. You smelled like coffee – but not in a bad way. Maybe a hint of lilac? Lilac coffee? Was that even a thing? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was. Maybe it was a real thing. Something that comes from a nice cafe down the street. Something that he couldn’t afford, but you could. He didn’t want to assume, but you looked well off. So put together, so graceful, so beautiful. He had to know who you were, he had to know more about you. He had first met you in high school during a chemistry class. You were awful at it, and he had tutored you a couple times, but he knew that you wouldn’t remember. No one remembers Peter Parker. That was partially his own fault. If he hadn’t had Strange cast the spell would he still have a chance with you?