#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.

[mintyys-blog]

peter parker x reader: bad at love

WARNINGS: social media pressure to be imitate, self confidence issues

You were never great at intimacy. It wasn’t like you didn’t care about Peter Parker; in fact, you cared so much that sometimes it felt overwhelming. But public displays of affection? Cuddling for hours? Whispering sweet nothings? That was a language you didn’t speak fluently.

Peter, to his credit, never complained. He was endlessly patient with you, even when you fumbled at the smallest gestures.

Like last week, when you’d been walking hand in hand through the park. Or rather, Peter had been holding your hand, while you spent every second overanalyzing it.

“Your hand’s kind of clammy,” he’d said with a teasing smile.

You’d yanked your hand away, face burning. “I told you I’m bad at this!”

“Hey, hey, it’s not a bad thing,” he said quickly, grabbing your hand again. “I don’t care if your hand’s clammy. I care that it’s your hand.”

You’d groaned dramatically, but he just laughed and swung your hand between you, unfazed.

Or there was that time you’d tried cuddling on the couch during movie night. He’d draped an arm around your shoulders, and you’d tensed up like a board.

“You’re supposed to relax,” he’d whispered, his lips close to your ear.

“I am relaxed,” you’d replied through gritted teeth.

“Uh-huh. Totally,” he said, gently rubbing your arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold you up if you spontaneously turn into a statue.”

Even compliments made you squirm.

“You look really nice today,” Peter had said one morning, his tone casual but sincere.

You’d looked down at your outfit—a plain sweater and jeans—and sputtered, “I… uh… thanks?” before pretending to be busy with your phone.

Peter never pushed, though. He just smiled and let you be, like he instinctively knew that the more patient he was, the more you’d eventually open up.

Still, that didn’t stop the nagging doubt in your mind. You wanted to be different—not completely different, but enough to feel like Peter wasn’t getting the short end of the stick in your relationship.

One night, you were scrolling through social media when the doubt came creeping back. Your feed was flooded with happy couples showing off their love in grand gestures: surprise getaways, heartfelt captions, and endless pictures of people holding hands, cuddling, and sharing kisses in romantic settings.

You stared at one post in particular—a couple sitting on a blanket under fairy lights, their arms wrapped around each other as they laughed.

“Must be nice,” you muttered under your breath, shutting off your phone.

You wanted that with Peter. You wanted to be able to hold his hand without overthinking it, cuddle on the couch without feeling stiff, and maybe even plan something romantic for him for once.

And so, you’d decided to do something special. Something to show Peter that you could be that person, even if it didn’t come naturally.

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, staring at the scene you’d meticulously set up. Rose petals scattered across the floor in a trail leading to the bed, which was adorned with freshly washed, soft blankets. Candles flickered softly on your dresser, giving the room a warm, golden glow. It was every cliché you’d seen in movies, and you were positive it was romantic.

So why were you freaking out?

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the lacy outfit you’d ordered online and immediately regretted. It wasn’t you. Not really. But you’d been dating Peter Parker for a while now, and while he’d never pushed you to move faster, you thought you should do something—anything—to show him you were trying.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, pacing back and forth. “He’s going to walk in, see all this, and think, ‘Wow, she’s amazing.’ And then… then you’ll just… seduce him? That’s a thing people do, right?”

The very idea made you cringe. You were shy by nature, especially when it came to intimacy. But Peter deserved this, you told yourself. He was sweet and patient and—

The sound of his voice calling your name snapped you out of your spiral.

“Hey, I’m here! Door was unlocked—everything okay?” Peter sounded confused. You hadn’t mentioned you were planning anything special.

Your stomach flipped. “Y-Yeah! Be there in a second!”

Peter walked further into the apartment. “Whoa… What’s with the rose petals? Did you drop something?”

Your face went red. Why did he have to be so literal? You couldn’t take it anymore. Instead of going out to greet him, you bolted into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

Peter’s footsteps stopped just outside. “Uh… did you just run into the bathroom?”

You leaned against the door, cursing yourself. “Don’t come in here!”

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said, sounding bewildered. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you groaned, sliding down to sit on the floor. “This was stupid. I’m stupid. Just… forget the rose petals, okay?”

“Wait, what?” There was a pause, then his voice softened. “Are you trying to tell me you did all this for me?”

You didn’t respond, too embarrassed to confirm it.

“Okay,” he said, his tone light and calming. “Let’s pretend I’m not standing in a room full of candles and rose petals, and you’re not hiding in the bathroom. Can you come out so we can talk?”

“Nope. Never coming out,” you mumbled.

“Come on,” he coaxed. “You know I’ll just sit here and wait. I can be very patient. It’s, like, my whole thing.”

You sighed, pressing your palms to your burning cheeks. “You’re gonna think I’m ridiculous.”

“I could never think that about you,” he said firmly. “I mean, I’ve seen you trip over your own shoelaces and somehow make it look cute, so…”

You huffed a laugh despite yourself.

“There it is,” Peter said softly. “I’m serious, though. You don’t have to do anything to impress me. You’re already perfect.”

His words melted some of the tension in your chest, and after a few more moments of deliberation, you cracked the bathroom door open.

Peter was sitting on the floor outside, his back against the wall. He looked up at you with a small, reassuring smile. He didn’t look at your body, or the beautiful lingerie that you had on. He looked in your eyes, such a soft and kind look.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you muttered, stepping out hesitantly. You covered your body with your arms.

He stood up, taking your hand gently. “So, are you gonna tell me what all this is about?”

You looked down, biting your lip. “I just… wanted to do something special. For you. But I’m not good at this romantic stuff, and I panicked, and now everything’s ruined.”

“Hey,” he said softly, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. “It’s not ruined. You tried, and that means everything to me. But you don’t have to push yourself to be someone you’re not. I like you—the you who’s shy and awkward and thinks too much about everything. That’s my favorite person.”

Your eyes stung with tears, but you managed a small smile. “You’re too good for me, Parker.”

He grinned. “I know. But lucky for you, I’m sticking around.”

You laughed, and Peter pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. “You look beautiful, by the way,” he kisses your head as you hid in his chest. Your face heating up.

“Let’s blow out those candles before we burn the place down,” he said, making you laugh again.

“And the rose petals?”

“They’re staying,” he said. “They’re kind of nice, actually.”

You rolled your eyes but let him lead you back to the living room. You weren’t ready for grand gestures or sweeping romance, but with Peter, you didn’t need to be. You realized he would love you the same in lingerie or in sweatpants and a hoodie that hasn’t been washed in a week. It didn’t matter because in the end all he loved was you. He was happy to take things at your pace, and for now, that was enough.

[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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[paintedtaygolden]

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.

[5sosprincess]

I don't care how many years pass, this type of bedrooms make me so happy.

[halseyroom]

i always make the same mistakes

[gothheathenhimbo]

Bad At Love By Halsey is an aromantic bop fr

[engggennn]

[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.

[arson-duck]

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

[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

[itsanerdlife]

Bad At Love 21

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.

“Alright,” Howie mutters, handing over my bow turning me around, facing a line up of broke down vehicles.

“Oh, come on, How.” I pout.

“You’re going to blow each of these,” I lift a brow at him “up, blow them up,” he points a finger at me, smirking. “Till you can track your blow back.” He gives me a stern look.

“Man, I’m going to stab, Steve.” I whine, wiggling my body in place.

He chuckles, attaching something to the front of my bow.

“What’s that?” I peek at it.

“A shield.” He nods, waiting for me to raise my arm.

“I can’t shoot through a shield.” I give him a look.

“If you do as I ask you to do, this will be over faster, and you can be in my bed.” He bargains, smirking at me.

Pressing my lips together, I nod agreeing. Lifting my arm, I place an arrow. The nano shield builds in front of me. My brow lifts watching it.

“Is it coming off my bow sides?” I blink at him.

“Yes,” he nods slowly “it’ll protect from blow back till you’re better at tracking.”

“Unless it hits my bow.” I point out.

“Fuck your bow.” He snorts. I stare at him for a moment. “Sorry I just mean, I will build you a hundred bows, if you spend less time in Med Bay.” He shrugs.

“Fine, but only till I’m better at tracking.” I give him a pointed look, he nods agreeing.

“Deal.” I release the arrow, knowing good and well I hit the truck. A moment later it blows. We both duck, straightening up, we grin at each other.

The second blow shocks both of us. The third blow, hits harder.

Hitting Howie’s chest, throwing us to the ground, a hood whips past, a tire follows. Fiery parts start raining down, Howie flips his watch, wrapping his arms around me, a nano shield forms above us, making us laugh.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have put them so close together.” He chuckles breathlessly.

“That would explain the extra booms.” I laugh down at him.

“Y/N! Stark!” We hear my brother yell.

“Run!” I laugh, pushing up, grabbing his hand, together we bail out, laughing loudly.

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“Long time no see.” Barney sits down, his cuffs knock against the table.

“I don’t want to be here.” Clint grumbles.

“Me either.” Barney chuckles.

Clint gives him a dirty look.

“What brings you here?” Barney sighs, nodding.

Clint’s elbows on the table, chin in hand, he sighs loudly.

“Baby sister making you crazy?” Barney smirks.

“She blames me, she’s mad at me.” Clint blurts out, throwing his hands out, shaking his head. “Like I haven’t been protecting her, our whole lives. To keep her safe. To make sure she never gets hurt like before.” He rambles.

“Before with dad or before like the mission,” Barney starts.

“She blames me for the mission!” Clint suddenly yells, dropping back in his chair.

Barney nods slowly.

“Can you believe that?” Clint huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah,” Barney nods “I can.”

“What?” Clint freezes.

“You treat her like she’s glass. The girl used to do acrobatics on a tight rope, in the circus. You act like she will break if she sneezes wrong.” Barney shrugs. “When we know that girl has survived hell and only came out stronger than the both of us.”

“She picked Howard Stark over me. She got hurt on another mission, and she picked him, that fuck boy over me.” Clint scoffs, irritated. Barney laughs, loudly.

“Why is that funny?!” He throws his hands up.

Barney keeps laughing, shaking his head.

“Howard Stark is not someone our sister should be picking over me. I’d rather she picks you over me, than him.” He scoffs disgusted. Barney smirks, shrugging. As if he knew something Clint didn’t.

“You know Clint,” Barney smirks, leaning forward on the table, elbow braced, chin in his hand “for someone who sees everything, you’re pretty fucking blind.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Clint scoffs.

“Turn the hearing aid off and see with those watchful eyes you have. Maybe you’ll see something.” Barney laughs, shaking his head as he leans back.

“You were no help!” Clint huffs, standing up.

“Did you think I was going to be?” Barney chuckles, shaking his head. “What do you want me to say Clint? You’re invasive, annoying, overprotective, and absolutely overbearing of our baby sister?”

“I’m not!” Clint stares at his brother.

“Now you’re just lying to make yourself feel better.” Barney shrugs.

“Oh, what do you know criminal.” Clint mutters, leaving the interrogation room.

“You’re still so dramatic, Clinton!” Barney laughs, calling after him.

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“Trying to see better from a distance?” Nat finds him, hiding in his nest in the rafters. Joining him on the ledge.

“I went to see Barney.” He sighs.

“And that didn’t help any, huh?” She smirks at him.

“He’s so damn cryptic.” He grumbles.

“Is he or do you just not want to see what is in front of you?” She wonders.

“What’s right in front of me?!” He huffs annoyed. “She picked Howard, over me! The guy’s a fuck boy and has always been horrible to her.”

Nat watches him. “Has he always been, or did it start randomly?” She tips her head.

“What? No always.” He nods.

She keeps watching him.

“It was, Nat!” He thrust his hand out.

“Okay, Barton.” She nods, watching him.

“I feel like you’re trying to steal my soul and it’s really uncomfortable.” He grumbles.

She presses her lips together, watching him.

“She’s, my sister.” He sighs.

“Sister.” Nat repeats.

“I said that.”

“So why do you act like her dad?” Nat wonders.

His mouth snaps close, staring at his best friend.

“Oh, you’re a mean bitch, Nat.” He shakes his head, she shrugs. “I do not act like our father.”

“No, you act like you are a father to Y/N, the father your dad could never be. You do not act like a brother, Barton. To Bucky, Steve, Peter, me, Wanda, absolutely a brother, a best friend. With Y/N you’re a father. When she needs a brother. She doesn’t need a dad.” She gives him a pointed look.

He glares at her.

“I’ve always taken care of her.” He sighs.

“When she was younger, I completely understand. But she’s not a child anymore Clint, no matter how much you don’t want to admit to that. She is an adult. She just so badly wants to make her own choices. You don’t need to make them for her.” She pats him on the shoulder. She stands leaving him there.

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Howie 'Damn Boy' Stark: @its-crystalli

[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 -