#itstoolateforthis

[literaila]

peter or reader like officially asking the other out or deciding to date, whichever floats your boat

ps thank you for all the writing you feed us with

sandwich

tasm!peter x reader

a/n: unedited, unbothered, un-itstoolateforthis

*

“what was that?”

here’s the thing. you’ve been trying to get the words out for days.

almost a week of tiptoeing around peter and giving him (not so) secretive glances over the top of your cubicle, and following him to lunch like a lost little kid, and laughing at all of his jokes like he’s the words best comedian.

he’s not.

you’ve bought him coffee and given him half of your cookie, invaded his apartment, stolen materials from his desk, and kissed him against a wall in the copier room.

and yet, you still can’t get the words out.

“i—“ you shake your head, looking away from him, “nothing.”

he nudges you, almost pushing you off of the bench he coincidentally chose, sitting in the middle of everything, new york city. “no, what?”

“i forgot.”

“you forgot?”

you nod and hum, tearing off a piece of your badly made sandwich, wishing there were ducks to feed it to. or that ducks could eat bread.

“you forgot what you were just about to say?” peter chides, stealing half of your sandwich from the space between you. he’s a thief, and you shouldn’t have left it there.

you try to steal it back from him but he leans away, wonderful, infuriating smile on his face. “i forgot what a pain you are.”

“is that what you meant when you tried to ask me to dinner for the third time today?”

you pause, blinking. then you cough. “what?” you ask, voice high and squeaking. “no, i just—well, um. i didn’t—“

you stop and wait for a moment before peter bursts out laughing.

and you’ve kissed him before. you’ve cuddled with him on couches and fallen asleep on his shoulder, and molded his lips to yours and pulled his hair until he groaned.

but still, your body heats up when he laughs at you. like you’re sixteen and completely stupid.

which you might as well be.

you look away, sighing. this is going just wonderfully.

“no, really,” peter says, his voice closer and far too warm, “ it’s cute.”

“shut up. i’m not asking you anything. i don’t even like you.”

peter laughs again, obnoxiously. “will, erm—“ he mocks, “do you want, um? dinner. or. a snack? my sandwich?”

you’re scowling at him—not that he can see—and you stuff the rest of your sandwich back in it’s bag, moving as far away as you can get from him on this tiny bench. “i would never offer you my sandwich,” you tell him, harsh. “it’s far too valuable.”

“this is literally the worst sandwich i’ve ever had.”

“then give it back,” you grit out, hand darting towards his again.

it’s a second later that you realize just how close you have to get to try and reach his hand—his arm, now held above the two of you. you’re leaning into him, face only inches from his, and you can see the mischief in his eyes. you can feel his breath against your cheek.

“only if you ask nicely,” peter whispers, lip curled.

“please.”

“not what i meant.”

you sigh and try to lean away, but peter puts a hand on your waist, far to close to any skin gaping from your shirt. he keeps you close to him, his smile far too pretty for this moment.

your brows are furrowed and you can’t quite breathe, but you can still push at his chest. “stop, peter.”

“’s just six little words. you can do it.”

“we’re going to be late. it’s almost one.”

peter smiles, his breath just a tease on your skin, his hand just a taunt to dare move away. “not if you hurry up.”

“you’re being mean.”

“am i?”

“peter.”

“you’re the one that’s lying.”

“you stole my sandwich.”

peter smiles, and his hand moves from your back, reaching out toward your cheek. you don’t move, and not just because you don’t want to. “and you my heart,” he says, voice slightly mocking, slightly british.

you groan. “let’s just go,” you tell him reaching up again.

“say it.”

“say what? that i hate you?” you smile at him viciously, “fine. i hate you.”

“close, but no.”

you want to scream at him. you want to melt into the finger that’s tracing across your cheekbone, and you kind of want to lick his neck. just to see what it’s like.

but finally, you sigh. “peter parker, if you think i’m asking you out after this, then you’re—“

peter kisses you, right there.

his hand on your cheek pulls you in, and the one that was holding your sandwich wraps around your neck, keeping you from leaning away.

his lips are warm and his smile is teasing and it’s all far too much for this park bench but you can’t quite bring yourself to even try to stop him. not when he’s being so soft and careful, and not when you can’t even think when he’s near.

his kisses are tiny pecks on the edge of your lips, but somehow peter makes them feel like so much more. he makes it feel like he’s trapped you right there and then laughs at your stockholm syndrome.

eventually, peter pulls back, his lips damp and his smile soft. “how ‘bout now?” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours as he leans back down.

“still no.”

peter chuckles, leaning his forehead against yours. “okay. one more thing.”

“what?”

“will you go to dinner with me?”

you laugh and groan, lips meeting his cheek, falling into his embrace. peter wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

you both stay there for a moment, forgetting about work or the fact that this is a public place, or that you’re going to be buzzing with nerves for the rest of the day. you just sit there with peter, taking him in without the restraints.

honestly, you’d been trying to get this over with all week.

“peter?” you whisper, almost a minute later.

“hmm?”

“why is my sandwich on the ground?”

*

[lunarparacosm]

“Everyone wants to be the sun to brighten up someone’s life, but why not be the moon, to shine on someone’s darkest hour?”

- something I saw on Pinterest cause I had nothing better to do at 4 am

[melneedsakidney]

Well, that's one way to open a bottle of nail polish! 🤦🏼‍♀️ #LongDay #Messy #ItsTooLateForThis https://www.instagram.com/p/CUT0u-Asnp9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[moose-in-a-nutshell-blog]

So like, I'm sitting here with my cat and I was just thinking; what if you had like a soulmate, but it was a cat. Not like soulmates, as in lovers, but as in your companion. Like a furry companion that was meant especially for you.

I can't believe this came off of my wondering if my cat thought my lap was the comfiest place to sleep.

[beeflesstitz]

I feel lost and alone...in a forest full of trees I grew myself, terrified of monsters I somehow created. How did I end up here? How did everything turn on me? I run quickly through conniving branches full of sharp thorns and flexible limbs that slap me in the face, tripping over dark, strangling roots and slipping on the gooey mud that coats the ground. The air is heavy with a thick, vicious sense of failure and defeat. I choke on it as my lungs seethe from the toxic air. Voices whisper in my mind that I will never be enough. I am all too familiar with the evil words of the forest, and the despicable things the sprites say to me as they look down at the mess I am from branches above. All I can say is I want to go home, I don't know how I ended up here again but this time, in this Labyrinth of overgrowth, it's harder to find the exit. It's harder to escape the beasts that jump out from the shadows and slink around, lurking in the darkness. I am lost and alone. And somehow it is all my fault...

[darksuitwolf]

Confory

With a door slammed in front of my face, I turn around rejected. Something inside of me grew and it kept growing until it popped. A burst of color spread across my vision. It was at that moment I knew where I belonged in the world.

I woke up the next morning in a trash can.

I wondered why I was in the situation I am in, then I remembered, someone had shot a paintball at my face then proceeded to dump me quite literally.

I got out of the trash can to a gentle breeze playing with my hair for a few moments.

I open my eyes to see a frightened skunk scampering away from me, then it hit me.

The stench burning into my throat and into my lungs. I couldn’t get it out. I couldn’t breathe. I trip and fall on a soft cushion.

The soft cushion stared at me with black soulless eyes. I jump up in surprised to feel something refreshingly cool being splayed across my back.

I turn around to an empty alleyway with a temperature noticeably cooler than the shade under the sun.

I head towards the refreshing cold, closing my eyes. I continue forwards until I hit something metal.

I open my eyes to see a flash a silver before the dark engulfs me with a thunk. The floor moves out from under me. That’s when I realized something. I am going on a little trip.

I hit the floor harder than I intended to, only to tumble forwards because the floor stopped moving. 

Hitting the metal plate, the darkness turns into nothingness.

[moonlitserenity7-blog]

OKAY YALL JHOPE DROPPED HIS MIXTAPE AND I THOUGHT I WAS READY BUT I WAS NOT

straight up listened to it 3 times in my business class and by lunch, i was streaming the video fro Daydream on 4 different electronics. BABY IS GETTING WILDDDDDDD

[caffeinatedsunshineblog]

Simple sketch of a room with interesting shapes by a shadow. (Even my lines are sleepy) ✏️😐☕️☀️

[theadventuresofzarradekumori]

Wazzzuuuuuuuup! Check out my bad self and this stance I’m trying to master. What’s a girl gotta do? I gotta twist what now? Put weight on which leg? Poke my butt out more? I really don’t know what I’m doing most of the time. Just gonna wing it and hope for the best! . . Do you like my gym attire? COOL because my cheap ass got all this on sale at the outlet mall and sale racks at sports stores. 💪🏽 gotta wave that monies. The beats were a gift from bae and the hat was a freebie from a 5k run I did a while back. . . Anywho! I am leaning out and trying to keep the fat loss trip going. Consistency is key and so is loving yourself along the way. 💕 . . Are any of you going to Olympia in Las Vegas this weekend?? I’ll be there! Say hello if you see me. I’ll probably be one of the few, if not the only one, girly with a long haired Mohawk haha. See you there! ����🏽 and safe travels! ✈️ . . . . . . . . #olympia2018 #olympia_gains #olympia2018bound #gymbound #gymattire #gymclothes #winginit #beatsheaphones #itrysometimes #whatever #itstoolateforthis #goodnight https://www.instagram.com/p/BnseppiBJ3o/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zzsixtgsp8gr

[heroslegacy]

Tonight’s sort has got me Busched... #pun #funny #itstoolateforthis

[rubberduckyandchocolatemilk]

#hdr #edited #iphonex #nightphoto #mycatisweird #shesnuts #itstoolateforthis #gotosleep #myarmisaperch #myarmisasleep #dolly #orangetabby #tabbycat #tabbycatsofinstagram #tabbycatsofig #catsofinstagram #cats_of_instagram #catstagram #animalsofinstagram #iphonephotography #catphotography #animalphotography

[moonlitserenity7-blog]

Me today taking my history exam, and the only thing going trough my mind is that lil part in Diamond by EXO and the BTS Fanchant

[acetroy]

🕰🐰🍄⏳SUPER Old Donnie Darko piece from my teen years. Circa 2005?⏳🍄🐰🕰 + + + + + + + + + #fantasia #fantasiamushroom #fantasia🍄 #🍄 #donniedarko #donniedarkomovie #donniedarkoart #spraypaintart #spraypaintartist #upcycled #28064212 #waybackwednesday #throwbackart #itstoolateforthis #contemporaryartists #contemporaryartdaily #contemporarygallery #contemporaryart #contemporarypopart #pdxart #pdxartist #pdxartists #portlandart #portlandartists #portlandartist #contempop (at Portland, Oregon)

[selflovebesson]

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊’𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉 𝒊’𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.

[local-conservative-minority]

To all the bi people out there

Istead of saying your bi tell people you believe in nut netrality 

[brokewithexpensiveshoes]

How long am I going to sit here staring at Avan adjusting his crotch whilst talking to Kylie? It's too late for this Gif, man.