#Bad At Love

[lavvylove]

Teaspoon (K. Tsukishima)

RAHHHH HI! I'm so thankful for all the love I got on my Spencer Reid x reader post, it means a lot to me. I lowkey lost all my motivation for writing tbh due to moving and getting ready for college but I'm back! Kei is the loml so I decided to pay him homage. Enjoy!

Content: Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader, Kei Tsukishima is bad at feelings, no use of Y/N cause we are a sophisticated people, the reader is really bad at math (I'm projecting), Fluff, maybe angst but mostly cause Tsukki is kinda emotionally stunted

Holy fuck.

That’s about the only thing Kei can think when he hears his friend talk. He’s never been one to care much for girls. They’re needy and annoying and he hates having to give himself to someone who will just hurt him. Of course, in Kei’s mind being hurt is a certainty. Akiteru showed him that when the man lied to protect his stupid pride, Kei would never forget it. Pride, love, and passion are for idiots who just want to get hurt and Kei wants no part in it. But her? His heart is in his throat the minute he holds her attention.

“Are you fucking serious?” Kei moves his eyes over to the shorter girl, watching how her brow twitches and her lips frown. Suddenly, he can’t even focus on what she’s saying as he feels his blood pressure rise. Why does it keep doing that? She’s not annoying him, he’s not upset, so why does it feel like he might explode whenever she’s around him?

A sigh slipped from his lips. “What?” It was sharper than he meant it, but she always brushed his tone off in a way no one else could. Kei likes that, he likes that she isn’t sensitive to the point where he can just say things and she’ll know he didn’t mean any harm.

Her eyes shift to his and Kei feels his blood pressure spike again. “I’m failing.” She frowned, turning her computer to show him her grade. Kei blinks at it before sitting back. He surprises himself by the way his chest suddenly aches to offer help. It’s like he suddenly can’t fathom the idea of her having a hard time. It’s so painfully stupid that Kei wishes he could shut his feelings off like the vampires in that stupid show she watches.

A sigh left his lips as he looked at her. “What subject?” The way her face lights up makes him want to curl up into a ball at her feet and say anything to incite that response again and again. Kei hates it, it makes him feel stupid and weak but damn he loves it too. The head rush as he watches her whole face shift makes it feel like he might explode.

“Math.” She grunted dejectedly, her head falling onto Kei’s shoulder. Suddenly, Kei can feel every nerve ending in his arm.

“Of course,” he teased, “you’re shit at math.” The way she scowled at him made Kei want to lean in and kiss the expression off her pretty face… no it doesn’t. That would be a ridiculous and stupid idea. Kei sighed softly to interrupt the internal war. “I’ll help you.”

He watched, hating himself for the way her face lit up at the suggestion. “You would?” She looks so hopeful Kei can’t tell if he wants to throw up or pull her close. Which is also stupid, Kei doesn’t hug people. Even Tadashi doesn’t incite this want for physical proximity. Maybe if he didn’t have the emotional range of a teaspoon, he would be able to place this feeling. Maybe he could even ask her out, but instead, he helps her with her math because he’s trying. Kei is trying so hard.

[itsanerdlife]

Bad At Love 19

Pairing: Howie Stark x Barton!Reader

Warnings: Bullying. Language. Lying. Rude behavior. Belittling. Jealousy.

When Clint brought his sister home, it was supposed to be simple, training the next Barton. With one simple rule, Baby Barton is off limits, no matter to who. The only one with a problem, Howie Stark. Baby Barton and Stark don’t exactly get along, but how long is Howie willing to push her away till he has a choice to make or lose out.

A/N: I finally finished this, and have gotten around to posting it. I expect it won't get notes but at least I can say I finished it and posted it.

Giggling as Howie pepper’s kisses across my lips, cheek and down my neck.

Fingertips finding the small spot of the middle of his ribs, tickling. He jerks back, yanking me up with him as he grabs my hands. Both of us laughing, the door swings open.

Bucky looks at us both, before he turns laughing, stumbling out of the room.

“All you.” He mumbles in laughter.

Nat steps in, looking at us both. She huffs loudly, hurrying towards me.

“Are you trying to get us all killed?” She grabs my wrist, yanking me from the bed. I quickly yank down the bottom of Howie’s T-shirt. “Or are you trying to have both your brothers locked in Ravencroft?” She tugs me down the hall, pushing open my room door, shoving me in.

“Nat,” I mutter.

“No,” she holds up a finger “change. Now. Get out of baby Starks’ T-shirt before your brother finds you.” She yanks my door closed.

“Most mom moment I’ve had in most of my life.” I mutter, yanking Howie’s T-shirt over my head.

Nat comes back, stopping just outside his room, her eyes lock on him. He fidgets sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Look,” he starts. Her finger comes up, cutting him off.

“Don’t even Baby Stark. Get dressed now. Fury’s calling a mission.” She stares at him unblinking, making him cringe.

“Baby Barton is joining us.” She breaks the news.

“What?!” He stands up quickly.

“Get ready.” She leaves him.

He scrambles around his room quickly.

Coming down the stairs, I can hear yelling.

“Did Clint lose his hearing aid again?” I chuckle joining Steve on the edge of the kitchen.

“Agent, you are two months of paperwork behind. You are officially benched.” Fury’s stern voice makes me poke my head in.

“If my sister is going, I need to go as well.” Clint barks back, hands on his hips.

Fury smirks slowly. “Agent, I make the rules around here, you stay. She goes. Simple as that.”

Pressing my lips together I slowly back away. Locking eyes with Steve I clench up, hands in a fist as I silently celebrate, shaking my hips, backing away, pumping my arms.

Bumping into someone. I squeak, whipping around.

Howie is smirking at me, head tipped.

“Oh, fuck me.” I groan, hurrying away in the other direction.

Loading up my bow, and quiver. Nat comes over, a small .22 in hand.

“What’s that for?” I ask. She stares at me for a moment before she shoves it into my side holster. Looking down confused. “Where did that come from?” I wonder, staring.

“I added it.” She adjusts the utility belt on my waist.

“Why?” I laugh.

“Because if you run out of arrows, I know you can shoot.” She gives me a pointed look.

“Is this cause Clint’s not going?” My head tips watching her.

“Look, last time,” she pauses.

“You got my back, Nat. I know.” I lean in kissing her cheek. I pick up my gear and head up the ramp of the jet.

“Five-minute warning.” Steve calls from the pit of the jet.

Snapping my quiver in place, I tighten it.

“So, look I have these,” Howie steps up next to me holding two gadgets in hand

“What are those?” I lift a brow at him.

“If you have to bail out, bail out. Unclip, throw it. It’ll connect to the closet thing and can hold up to 400lbs.” He holds up the first one.

“How heavy do you think I am?” I blink at him. He gives me a pointed look, so I crinkle my nose at him.

“This one, it’s a nano shield.” He clips it to the bottom of my quiver. My head tips confused.

“It’ll protect your backside.” He explains.

I nod slowly. “Because you won’t be watching it as well?” Smirking at him.

His mouth puckers for a moment.

“If you think this is the first time Jarvis has tracked you during a mission, you don’t know me like you think you do.” He winks at me backing away.

“Damn.” Sam nods as he walks by.

“Sam want a hug?” I laugh, he puts his hand up, stepping back from me.

“Oh no, no, Baby Barton, you’re not getting my ass ripped from the sky again, Bucky one time was enough for me. Not having a crazy Stark coming for me next.” He warns me.

“Old dogs do learn new tricks.” Bucky snickers behind me.

“Aren’t you like a thousand years old?” I tip my head looking back at him.

“You’re a lot meaner when Clint’s not around.” He blinks at me. I shrug.

“I’m sorry did Sam just say Howie threatened to rip Sam from the sky?” Peter looks around confused.

“Pre Brain-Washed Bucky style.” I nod.

“For what?” Peter gaps.

“Touching Y/N.” Nat smirks walking by.

“Howard!?” Peter huffs.

Howie pops a handful of fruit snacks into his mouth, smirking as he chews.

“Dude, we really need to have a talk.” Peter sighs.

“You ever notice how much he is Tony Jr?” Bucky watches Howie.

“Cause I’m not Clint with a pussy?” I ask, looking up at him. He cringes backing away from me.

“Come on Y/N!” He groans, walking away. I laugh watching him leave.

“Mean,” Howie winks at me, I blow him a kiss, winking at him.

“Blow back!” Steve hollers, unclipping the piece, tossing it out. It attaches to the edge of the building wall, leaping off the roof of the building. The line tugs, before the snap follows, sending me free-falling. The building breaking away where I had attached. Hitting metal. Howie.

“Good catch.” I grin. Tugging the line, it recoils quickly.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” He chuckles.

“Another time, Stark.” I chuckle, tossing the clip again, leaping into the air before I’m attached.

“Could you wait till you’re attached!” Howie yells after me.

Rolling across the dirty floor, on a different level of the building.

“I have trust in your gadget.” I laugh.

“I’m a Stark, you shouldn’t trust anything!” He huffs at me annoyed.

“At least he said it.” Nat snorts.

“And he wants to date her.” Sam sighs.

“Howie,” I warn “leave him in the sky.”

There’s some muttered cuss words and grumbling.

“Why do you play with him, you know he’s not stable.” I remind Sam.

“I have regrets.” Sam swallows.

“Five o’clock, down the road.” Clocking the tail on Sam.

“Bringing ‘em to you.” Sam shifts directions.

Letting the arrow fly. Without a doubt hits the small jet following Sam.

“Y/N!” Bucky charges at me.

It bounces, kicking up rocks, debris, sharp pain tidal waves me, before I hit the ground.

“Babe?” Howie’s staring down at me, Ironman suit folding back.

“Ow.” I wince.

“She’s bleeding.” Bucky comes into view above me.

“Sam!” Howie yells.

“Let’s get her to the jet.” Bucky scoops me up.

“Fuck goliath!” I whine in pain. “Softer.”

“I thought with those daddy issues you could handle a little pain.” He chuckles.

“Hair pulling and spanking, not open wounds, you geezer.” Pressing my forehead into his shoulder, clenching up in pain.

“Not shit I needed to know, Baby Barton.” He sighs.

“Can you ever be serious?” Howie in step next to us.

“I was being serious.” Dropping my head back.

“Don’t do that.” Howie pushes my head back up. “Your forehead’s bleeding.”

“It’s running in my eye.” I squeeze one eye closed.

“Here.” Howie’s wiping the blood away with the bottom of his T-shirt before Bucky continues to the jet.

“I ruined your shirt.” I glance at him, now covered in blood on his shirt.

“You didn’t clock your blow back.” He gives me a pointed look.

I cringe. “I’m in pain, lecture me after I’m stitched up.” I mumble.

“Oh, you’re getting a lot more than a lecture.” He mumbles to himself. Bucky snickers quietly to himself. I shoot him a dirty look.

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midnight rain by taylor swift // bad at love by halsey

[firstdivisiongirl]

Chifuyu Matsuno

Chifuyu Matsuno has made my expectations for men too high! No wonder I’m single!!!!!!! That or I haven’t been very good at picking boyfriends. I’m going with Chifuyu setting the bar too high.

[halseyroom]

i always make the same mistakes

[iamnotawomanimagod]

I think the line "trap me between a glass and a dinner plate" is really interesting - most people use a piece of paper or something else very thin to slide it under the glass, when they want to catch a spider. way easier than getting a spider to sit on a dinner plate.

it reminds me of "but he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate" and I wonder if the parallel is intentional.

[knee-surgeon]

Got a girl with California eyes, and I thought that she could really be the one this time but I never got the chance to make her mine, ‘cause she fell in love with the little white lines

[arson-duck]

Up to 12 Chapters Now!!! Thanks For All the Love!! <3

[musicxcovers]

“Got a boy back home in Michigan

And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him

So I told him that I never really liked his friends

Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again

There's a guy that lives in a garden state

And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate

So I told him that the music would be worth the wait

But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate”

- Halsey -

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Bad At Love By Halsey is an aromantic bop fr

[bring-back-2o14]

if i can’t have love, i want power 🥀⚡️

[itsanerdlife]

Bad At Love 17

Pairing: Howie Stark x Barton!Reader

Warnings: Bullying. Language. Lying. Rude behavior. Belittling. Jealousy.

When Clint brought his sister home, it was supposed to be simple, training the next Barton.

With one simple rule, Baby Barton is off limits, no matter to who.

The only one with a problem, Howie Stark.

Baby Barton and Stark don’t exactly get along, but how long is Howie willing to push her away till he has a choice to make or lose out.

A/N: I finally finished this, and have gotten around to posting it. I expect it won't get notes but at least I can say I finished it and posted it.

“Come on.” Howie stands in the opening of the sitting room. Hand out, wiggling his fingers at me.

“Howie,” I sigh “I’m not sure we should do this.”

He waits, wiggling his fingers at me again.

“Why are you trying to act like you don’t want too?” He lifts a brow at me.

“We both know this isn’t going to work out, it’s a bad idea.” Sighing loudly.

His head tips, watching me for a moment before he nods. Thinking he was going to finally walk away. He moves towards me on the couch. He grasps my arm, pulling, before stooping, he yanks me over his shoulder, straightening up.

“Howie!” I gasp, almost laughing.

“We’re having a date night; you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” He strides out of the sitting room, down the hall, carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

“Oh, I could have lived without see that.” Peter grumbles, as we pass the living room.

“Kind of hot.” Steve comments.

Slapping a hand over my face I sigh.

“This is absolutely ridiculous.” I hang there.

“I gave you the option to follow on your own.” He chuckles.

“Pretty sure this is kidnapping.” I grumble.

“It’s not kidnapping when you like it.” He retorts. Pressing my lips together I stay quiet, which only makes him laugh.

“Do all you Stark’s have control issues, or is it just you?” I ask as he walks into the Movie room, kicking the door closed behind us. He drops me on the massive sectional, it’s all pushed together to look something like a massive bed.

“Nat calls it Daddy issues.” He shrugs, making me laugh as I adjust on the couch for him to join me.

“Guess we have that in common.” I snort, pulling my blanket he brought with us, over me. Howie pauses, looking over at me.

“You don’t talk about your dad.” His voice soft.

Shrugging. “I know you know; I just don’t know always how to bring him up.” Nodding slowly, picking at the edge of the blanket.

His hand covers mine, stopping the movements. Looking up slowly, I meet his whiskey-colored eyes. “I’m sorry you lived that.”

“Well, he’s dead now so,” I swallow.

“Doesn’t make it okay.”

“I think that’s why Clint’s so protective of me.” Shrugging.

He nods slowly. “If someone ever put their hands on you, I think I’d do far worse than punch someone.”

“Yeah, I kind of saw that.” I smirk at him.

He nods, chuckling. Settling back on the couch, he pulls me into him.

Not halfway into the movie, he clicks pause, shifting to look at me.

“Out with it.” He sighs.

“I didn’t say anything.” I blurt.

He sighs. “I can hear the hamster on it’s wheel screaming.” Giving me a pointed look.

“I have questions.” I press my lips together, watching him.

“I figured.” He nods.

“Why now? What changed?” I wonder softly.

“I’m not going to lie; it doesn’t make me look good.” He chews the inside of his cheek for a moment. “It’s getting harder and harder to stay away from you. When you said nobody wanted to date you, that you would date trash, I couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else having you.”

I blink at him for a moment.

“I’m not much better than trash to you, but when I say you’re all I want, all I think about, I’ve wanted you for years.” He swallows.

“Years?” I stare at him in shock.

“Nat says it was obvious when I built you a custom bow and volunteered to be tribute in your training.” He shrugs.

I laugh, slapping a hand over my mouth. He looks at me with a pinched brow.

“I never understood why you did that.” I giggle softly.

“It was after that mission,” he swallows hard.

“I was in infirmary for a month.” I nod.

“I put it in Nat’s ear your training needed to be upped. Clint came to me and my dad asking if we could help with that.” He shrugs. “I was already in a testing stage of a prototype.” I smirk, unable to help it. “I never wanted that to happen to you again.” His voice soft, almost a whisper between us.

“That’s why you’re such an ass to train with.” I nod.

He looks over at me, brow pinched.

“You’re an ass and you know it.” A soft laugh follows.

He rolls his eyes. “Okay I’m not nice, all the time, but it’s only because I want to keep you safe.”

Nodding slowly.

“Why now though Howie? Clint’s still going to be a problem.” I sigh.

Howie sighs, before he leans over, kissing me.

My chest inflates with a breath, my hands slip to the back of his neck.

Warmth pools into my blood.

“I don’t care about Clint.” He breathes between us.

“Yeah, but” he cuts me off, kissing me again.

“Mm, Howie,” I pull back, he sighs.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He stares back at me.

“No.” I whisper, a gut sinking feeling settling in.

“Then fuck anyone else.” He pulls me back in with the hand on the back of my neck.

I laugh into the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, chuckling.

“Kissing me isn’t answering my questions.” I kiss him softly.

He groans, pulling me in, brushing his nose against mine. “But it makes up for all the time I should have been kissing you, and that’s years I have to make up for.” He whispers, kissing me again.

This time I sink into it. Refusing to pull away.

“Someone should check on them.” Steve glances at the closed door.

“No.” Peter shakes his head.

“He’s made her cry before.” Steve points out.

“Fuck,” Peter sighs, looking at the door.

“He’s your brother.” Steve nudges him. Peter shakes his head, jumping back.

“Oh no, I need more than enough therapy as it is. No thank you.” Peter puts his hands up, backing away.

“She has deadly aim; I don’t want that trouble.” Steve groans.

“I’m trying hard to keep my hearing in check. I gotta get out of this house.” Peter groans, hurrying away.

Steve shrugs, following.

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“You seen Y/N?” Nat asks.

“Not yet, you check the movie room?” Buck asks.

Nat opens the door, finding a movie playing, lighting up the dark room. Y/N curled up in a blanket, head on Howie Stark’s chest. His arm around her, both fast asleep. Nat pulls the door closed quickly.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Clint appears in the hallway.

“Nope.” They both reply.

“Going to watch a movie?” He looks at the door.

“No, ahh was looking for Peter.” Bucky moves in front of the door.

“I think he’s at MJ’s.” Clint watches them for a moment.

Nat nods. “I think Y/Ns at Rogue’s. I think she mentioned that to me.” She nods.

“She never tells me anything.” Clint sighs, rolling his eyes.

“You hungry? I’m feeling pizza.” Buck moves towards his best friend.

“I could go for pizza.” Clint lights up, forgetting his sister.

“Jarvis,” Nat whisper shouts, when Clint and Bucky are out of ear shot “lock the movie room door.” She grumbles hurrying away.

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