okay so i tried my hand at writing for the first time in Years and idk if it’s any good?? idk its just Neil being introspective more that anything, mostly about andrew,, idk,, pls be nice to me it been so long since ive written
In his 19 years of life Neil Josten had concerned himself with one thing: survival. He knew the concept like he knew every ugly blemish that marred his torso, like he knew the insistent need to get out of there perpetually lodged in his throat, like he knew the feel of cold steel against warm flesh again again again. That is to say he knew what it meant to survive intimately so. Neil knew how to shoot a man to make him bleed out without fatality and he knew how to kill a man without leaving a trace. The snik of a lock successfully picked, the consuming smoke and fire in his lungs, in his throat, on his tongue, the ricochet of a bullet and the resounding finality of the resultant echo were all sensations Neil had familiarised himself with over the years. Fear was something that had woven itself between Neil’s fingertips, burned behind eyes and weighted down his tongue. Intimacy meant feeling his mother’s heartbeat roaring in his ears on those nights it was too close, it was the back of his mother’s hand and the side of his face when he looked too long, it was Lola’s breath on his neck, hot and heavy.
on another note this same study determined that cephalotus carnivorous/non-carnivorous leaves are determined by heat-responsive genes. so in warmer temperatures, more leaves will develop into carnivorous leaves, and in cooler temperatures, more leaves will develop into non-carnivorous leaves (each circle represents a testing sample of 45 plants):
not anon oops but honestly you are so talented and beautiful and i have heart eyes for u
oh my god, why are you so nice to me :(((.. i am nothing of that, really. like once you know me you will think i’m a total dork and jdshfjkdgdg shhh, omg, i’m just >////////< also,, talented? omg, shhhh i am NOT T^T but.. thank you ;_;
I’m such a fucking nerd I’m sitting here sobbing because three people said something nice to me and it feels nice to be liked. No ones ever been nice to me before and it’s such a nice feeling woah I say nice too many times
Okay, so I’m literally in the middle of exams, but a little procrastinating wouldnt hurt right? Right!
I’m catching up on some requests and so, here we go!
Hi! Could you do a Pietro imagine where Pietro and the reader hate each other, but the avengers force them to work out there differences, and they discover that they both have feelings for each other? Love your blog btw. Great imagines too. 😋
Thank you, sweetheart. I’m sorry this is way past due but here you go !! :)
Warning: Fluff lmao
Too Nice (Pietro Goddamn Attractive Maximoff x Goddamn Attractive Reader)
Steve scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not sure if that’s right, but okay,”
you mean it’s not right? I set this myself.” Y/N scoffed.
often that Y/N was to be left out of a mission. This only happened now because
she had a broken leg and was unable to walk. It wouldn’t be logical if they
brought her along an extraction mission that would involve breaking and
entering, so Steve had to make her stay home.
Stark changed it,” The Captain shrugged as he weighed out his shield. Y/N
shrugged, “Either way, I’ll figure it out.”
positioned in the lounge with her leg propped up on the coffee table and her
crutches resting on the arm of the sofa. Steve was currently waiting for the
others to suit up, so he decided to keep her company.
silence, Steve sighed in frustration, “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
why wouldn’t I be?” Y/N shook her head and patted her cast, “Isn’t the first
time I’ve gotten a broken leg and was left in the tower alone— oh, and wouldn’t
it be nice to have the tower all to myself.”
won’t exactly…” Steve tailed off as Natasha walked into the room, all equipped
and ready to go. Tony and Clint followed soon after, talking about strategy and
Wanda walked in, putting her arms through her jacket.
ready to go, Cap?” asked Natasha. Steve nodded and stood from his seat, “Is
every one good?”
Tony nodded. “Barton and I thought of a little entrance if ever we were going
to break in with style.”
clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers as he pitched, “Fireworks,”
Steve stated and watched as Clint scowled at him and Tony grimaced, “You’re no
where’s Speedick?” Y/N asked, noticing that the pestering nuisance wasn’t
hovering over Wanda, like she expected him to when she entered the room.
out getting pizza for the night, I believe,” Wanda answered. Y/N scrunched up
her eyebrows in confusion and said, “Wait, you’re coming back tonight?”
Wanda said. Steve grew uncomfortable at the situation, knowing that there was
going to be a major problem. “Pietro cannot cook for his life, and I doubt that
you would want to eat his food.”
what’s going on?” Y/N demanded. If her speculations were true to what was about
to happen, then she was screwed.
you a babysitter,” Tony said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “It’s free and
Y/N almost screeched. Wanda raised a brow and then smirked, “You know, he isn’t
all that bad.”
Y/N,” Clint pushed. “It’s just for a week or two; it couldn’t be that bad,
right?” Clint and everyone else knew that they were lying to themselves. Y/N
and Pietro did not at all go well with each other. They go into a room together
and in less than a second, one of them comes out fuming. It was usually Y/N,
but with the broken leg, lately it’s been Pietro.
hates me with everything he is,” Y/N exclaimed, straining her voice
dramatically. “I can’t spend a week with him! Especially not when I’m injured
would be easier to get away from you, no?” Suddenly, Pietro was walking into
the room with a slice of pizza in his hand and his signature smirk on his face.
He wasn’t in any way prepped for the mission, making Y/N’s hopes of the team
just messing with her shatter. As Y/N gaped at him in disbelief, Pietro turned
to Tony and said, “I will watch over her.”
won’t,” Y/N growled and turned to Steve, “Please,
just take him with you— or me! Take me
rude, don’t you think?” Pietro frowned and took a bite off of his pizza. “Y/N,
if you just stop being infuriating, you and I will be fine.”
gasped, “I’m infuriating? Excuse me,
and you are an angel?”
Wanda warned but he paid her no attention, “If I am an angel, draga, you are a saint.”
are a million things I can call you, Maximoff, you should be grateful that I
don’t use foul words around children.”
Did you just call me a child?”
between the lines, moron!”
I do not whine about everything, princessa,”
says I whine?!”
“Everyone thinks you whine!”
whine about you walking into my fucking life!”
ask the universe to meet you. Do you think I’m happy about having to spend the
week taking care of you? Do you think I’m going to enjoy this at all? I drew
the shortest stick out of the bunch, that’s why I am going to stay here with you. You should be grateful for the
more grateful if you leave me alone with the fucking pizza!”
god!” Clint yelled out, silencing the two bickering heroes and drawing their
attentions to him. “That is it!”
believe they locked us in the panic room,” Y/N huffed, setting down her
crutches and sitting on the little love seat the small (not so small) panic
room provided. Steve was right about Tony changing the pin code of the lock,
and now she was stuck in the room with Pietro, courtesy of Hawkeye. “They
didn’t even give us the pizza.”
banged on the door, “Hey, give us the pizza!”
Clint stated on the other side and brought his fist down on the metal door,
hard. Unfortunately for Pietro, his head was resting on the metal and the vibration
of the door hit his head. “Ow!”
laughed. “You didn’t see that coming?” she mocked and laughed again.
know, I am glad you can’t move. You can stay there, and I will stay here on
this much more comfortable bed.”
Pietro smirked and flopped himself down on the given bed on the other corner of
the room. Y/N mentally cursed herself
for not taking the bed, but there was no turning back now.
Y/N called out, but to no avail. She sighed, “They’re gone.”
Pietro groaned, turning on his side. “This is going to be a long week.”
throughout the day, Pietro and Y/N were bickering about anything and
everything. Pietro would tease Y/N about not being able to walk and she would
get on his nerves by yelling at him to do things for her. The list of arguments
and insults went on, and in the end, they hated each other as much as ever.
currently half past midnight and Y/N was fast asleep on the couch with her head
unevenly propped up on the arm of the chair and her legs sprawled out in an
uncomfortable manner. As for Pietro, he was lying on the little bed, facing
away from Y/N and staring at the wall, thinking about the events of today.
would often do that, go through his day in his mind at night when it was most
quiet and peaceful. Questions like “what
if I didn’t put my underwear on today?” and “What if Tony were the one who drew the shortest piece of paper earlier
and not me” littered his mind, until that one question that always found
itself searching for his answer attacked him once more.
“Why do I do this to Y/N?”
were to be asked in the confinement of his room by his sister what he thought
about Y/N, he would say it all.
She is witty, quirky, fantastic,
amazing, smart, beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous, hilarious, extraordinary, and
perfect. She was perfect.
wouldn’t mention how much she annoyed him, or how much he hated it when she did
specific things because none of those were true— Pietro liked Y/N.
matter how hard he tried to fix things, she would always be caught up in the
thought that he hated her.
Pietro act that way around her? He didn’t know. He wanted to blame it on his
ego and his cockiness, but it wasn’t just that. It was the longing to be just
right— to be bad enough for her, for he knew how she showed an interest in edgy
men, yet what was he? Certainly not someone she would fall for.
would have their days and their moments where they would actually enjoy each
other’s company, and those days were the ones that Pietro enjoyed and treasured
the most, and he prayed every night for the next morning to be one of those
days. Too bad the heavens only grant his wish once in a blue moon.
sighed to himself, he heard an uncomfortable groan come from Y/N’s mouth as she
shifted on the couch. Immediately, Pietro stood up and walked over to her. Y/N
had just taken her pain killers, so she was a groggy mess when Pietro spoke to
whispered softly, a complete contrast to his earlier yelling. “Y/N, I’m going
to pick you up okay?”
eyes opened to tiny slits as she struggled to focus her vision on Pietro, “Hm?”
going to move you, yes?” Pietro said again and slipped his hand her back and
her legs. She groaned, “Pietro…”
it’s okay,” he assured her, “I will take the couch.”
lifted her up with ease and relocated her to the small bed he was once resting
on, giving Y/N’s back a satisfying stretch. She hummed satisfaction as she
snuggled herself into the warm sheets. Pietro smiled as he slipped his arms
away from under her body. Just as he was about to turn around, Y/N stopped him.
With the little energy she had, she managed to say, “Where are you going?”
be on the couch,” he told her. “Do not worry about me,”
pouted and tugged on his wrist. “Plenty of room ‘ere,”
“It is no
problem, Y/N,” Pietro chuckled, although his heart was beating as fast as he
could run. “I have slept on rubble enough, the couch will not be in any means
uncomfortable to me.”
pressed onto the hand that gripped his wrist and gently unlatched it from him. She
frowned, but said nothing.
Pietro rested on the couch, he heard her sigh. “I’m sorry for being mean to
you, and calling you Speedick, and pulling your hair, and calling you a mutt…”
frowned, “It is okay, Y/N, please go to sleep.”
too nice to me.”
scoffed, “I highly doubt that. Go to sleep, Y/N.”
if you come over here and make me,” she muttered, her eyes still closed but a
faint smirk played upon her lips. Pietro took a moment and at first decided
against it, but when he saw her pout, he gave in and slipped in beside her,
making as much room between them as possible.
sighed and turned to face him, “You don’t like me very much, do you?”
course I do,” he told her honestly. “You are… you are amazing.”
are too,” she confessed, feeling for his hand in the sheets. Pietro saw the
notion and initiated it by wrapping his hand around her lurking one.
we fight?” she asked. Now, Pietro knew that her eyes were closed and she was
fighting the urge to go to sleep, but he could sense the sincerity in her voice
which made his heartbeat race. “I don’t know.”
a silence before Y/N said, “Thank you, Pietro.”
frowned. “For what?”
giving up on me.” She said. “I see your efforts. I know you try to fix things,
please don’t think that I don’t. I know you think I’m an insensitive, and
arrogant and awful person, but you never stopped trying to make things okay
think that’s why I like you,” she said, opening her eyes and looking up at him.
The dim light in the room illuminated their faces enough for the other to
appreciate the beauty before them. “I hate to say it, or maybe I don’t, but I
really, really like you, Piet, and I
know you don’t feel the same way and you might think I’m a weirdo in the
morning and I hope to god, if you do right now, that this is all a dream.”
chuckled and brought a hand up to her face, “I like you too, Y/N.”
feel her face heat up and she was thankful for the darkness of the room. “You know,
I figured out the code right before I went to sleep.”
raised his brows, “Why didn’t you set it in then?”
I liked spending time with you.” She shrugged. “And also, I couldn’t get up
remember? And I kind of kicked my crutches away from me when we were fighting.”
laughed and shook his head. She smiled at the sound of his laughter. It was the
first time she made him laugh instead of want to rip his hair out. When Pietro’s
laughing subsided into small chuckles, he suddenly turned shy again. “May I hug
smiled and shut her eyes. “God, I hope this isn’t a dream.”
isn’t,” Pietro grinned and brought her close to his chest as he buried his face
in her hair. “I’ll see you in the morning, weirdo.”