The fact that idols can’t date without getting death threats or losing a large fanbase is downright absurd. Why can’t people just understand that idols are human beings too, and they absolutely don’t have to live single for the rest of their lives just to make us fans happy? They have every right to find love and start a family BECAUSE THEY ARE LIVING BREATHING HUMANS JUST LIKE THE REST OF US and in reality, they can’t and probably won’t live as an idol for their whole lives. It makes me speechless that this actually has to be said because I always thought this was common knowledge and a normal part of life.
I was wondering if you could write an imagine about bucky amd the reader where the reader is just like an overly excited person and always smiling and happy and at first bucky is very annoyed but then one night he finds out that she’s actually lost everything (or got out from an abusive relatioship idk what you prefer) and she’s only acting very happy but deep down she’s very sad and dark so bucky takes interest and their relationship gets better (maybe she could fall in love with him but he doesn’t love her like that he just really want to take care of her but she’s okay with it) and idk maybe a lot of fluff? Pleaseee 💕💕💕
Summary: AU. As Tony brings a new addition to the team, Bucky barnes can’t help but feel annoyed by her. (sorry, I suck at summaries) FLUFF.
Warnings: a littleangst, swearing. (if you know me, you should know by now that i love swearing)
Word count: 3357
A/N: This ended up being so long! I was planning on making a relatively short imagine and it got out of hand (whoops!) but inspiration hit and now I’m really happy with the finished project. Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I hope you like it
Barnes is impossible to annoy.
Or so does
everyone think until you move to the tower.
moment you step foot on the building, hands filled with boxes and wearing
brightly colored clothes, he can’t
help but feel a small pang of anger in his chest. He’s barely gotten used to
seeing everyone at the tower, and now Tony wants to add yet another bothersome,
noisy human being to the equation. Great, fucking
her for a while, Barnes, don’t be so rude. I’m sure you won’t mind the company.”
He says quietly, elbowing him on the side before he goes to help you with your
The hardest part of these recs is picking just a few fics because fanfic authors are so fucking talented. Tay is one of my all time favorite Sterek writers and I blame her for dragging me into this fandom. Hot Nerd Alert was one of the first series of fics I read in the Sterek fandom and I haven’t looked back since.
So here are a few of my favorite things that she’s written, but I would advise reading everything she’s written, you won’t regret it.
Always Follow a Hippie to a Second Location Words: 3,956 Mature It’s hard to tell just how long his hair is but it’s night-black and shiny and soft-looking, little strands falling loose from the messy knot high on his head that Stiles feels strangely compelled to put his hands on, to grip tight, which is ridiculous. He’s never been into hippie guys or guys with long hair, but he’s thinking now he might need to reassess that life choice because damn, how much fun would it be to fuck that ass while tangling his hands in that hair like reins, pulling his head back and leaning forward to get closer to his moans….
Kiss Me Under the Light of a Thousand Stars Words: 5,631 Not Rated “It was a true love spell,” he admits quietly. “It was supposed to help me find my true love. And apparently I suck at magic as much as I suck at dating because I screwed this up too.”
In which Stiles’ Valentine’s Day love spell goes very wrong.
And Also, I Love You Words: 7,155 Explicit Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face
Soulseeker Words: 9,713 Explicit Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate.Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.
A Love Like Religion Words: 10,696 Explicit “Derek, my man, you missed an epic party on Saturday. Seriously, dude, I know morning Mass is like, your thing, but come on. You’re missing on out so much life has to offer, bro.”
Big hands land on shoulders with a thump and a squeeze while Derek stands at his locker, loading his gigantic calculus book into his backpack. He gives his best friend a practiced sidelong glare, which of course just encourages him. “You’ll change your mind when I tell you who sucked me off in Lydia Martin’s bedroom,” Stiles snickers into his ear.
Despite himself, Derek is curious. He tries to hide it by focusing on his books, but he knows the heat in his cheeks betrays him. “Who,” he asks, giving in, knowing he will eventually.
Constantly on the Cusp Words: 40,884 Explicit Stiles is gay, out and proud, and a Beacon Hills deputy. Derek is a firefighter and war veteran who thinks he’s straight; or, Derek and Stiles have lots of semi-public hatesex on the road to Love.
Deleted Scenes Words: 7,361 Mature A group of vignettes of my headcanons inspired by various Sterek scenes.
Queer Your Coffee Words: 7,875 Explicit Derek’s just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.
For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.
Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he’s worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.
He’s the most beautiful man Derek’s ever seen.
And he’s shirtless.
Hot Nerd Alert Words: 25,115 Explicit Derek can’t believe he’s actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.
Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.
In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.