Gareth, bursting into Eddie's hospital room looking disheveled and panicked: What did you do?!
Eddie, with his left leg in a cast up to his mid thigh, elevated by a hanging sling from the ceiling: I forgot I'm not 15 anymore and that stage dives need to be coordinated in advance before just leaping off stage. *hangs his head in shame*
Gareth: No shit dumbass! I wasn't talking about that! What the fuck did you do to break Twitter?!
Eddie, beyond confused: I did what now?
Gareth, face in his hands, using every fiber of his being not to scream in a hospital: Check. Your. Damn. Phone.
Eddie, after finding his phone amongst his possessions, he unlocks it to see about twenty thousand notications in regards to a post he doesn't recall making.
Turns out that when the paramedics let you have a hoot of that little orange whistle for pain relief, they should really revoke your access to the internet while you're on it! Too bad nobody told Eddie before he tweeted on main-
"Eddie The Banished 🖤🦇 tweeted 7 hours ago: My knee is smashed up! Too bad Steve Harrington isnt here to smash me! 😋😘😘🥰🤤🥵" attached was a blurry selfie of Eddie still in the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
The top quote tweet was from the officially verified account of former teen heartthrob, current actor, singer and all around American pretty boy, Steve Harrington simply replying, "DM me which hospital you're in, I'll being flowers 🥰🩷🌹"
Synopsis: Y/N was born different, and her parents never forgave her for it. Abandoned at a young age, she grew up learning how to survive rather than be loved, with only her twin sister Hailey by her side. At thirteen, she met Daniela Avanzini and fell in love without ever saying a word. When Daniela left for Dream Academy and debuted in KATSEYE, Y/N assumed she had been forgotten.
Now a professional wrestler and far from the spotlight, Y/N is pulled into a celebrity party by her famous twinonly to come face to face with Daniela again. Old feelings resurface, and Y/N is forced to confront the love she never let go of.
pairing: idol!Daniela Avanzini x professional wrestling g!p reader
Notes: this smau does not reflect the real people within it, as i do not know them personally. this is also solely for entertainment purposes so please do not take it as seriously.
Being Kyle's Public Relations manager makes you wonder what you'd done in a past life to deserve such devine punishment. He was pretty good to work for until you put him in front of the cameras. He hated interviews, the flash photography gave him migranes, and he didn't care about what he said or if it upset people.
"Kyle! For the love of God, slow down!" You huff, snagging the back of his suit jacket. He gags when his shirt collar digs into his throat, whipping around to glare at you. "You have an interview in twenty minutes with that one guy everyone is obssed with. Do you know how hard it was to get you a slot on this show?"
"Aww, you had to make three phone calls instead of one?" He coos down at you, reaching out to playfully pinch your cheek. You slap his hand away, hard, making him gasp in indignation.
"No, asshole, I had to pull several strings and promise that you would be on your best behavior for them to even give you a chance. If you want to keep being a movie star, you'll get makeup done, show up to the interview, and do your half of the job after I've done mine!" You poke his chest hard with the last few words, face flushing with anger.
Kyle grabs your wrist, glancing down at your slightly shaking hands with a small smirk. "You're really cute when you're mad." You rip your hand out of his grip with a sharp groan, practically stomping one of your feet.
"Kyle! Go to the dressing room, now!" He raises his hands in surrender, making a show of scooting around you to go back down the hall. The last thing he wanted to do was get his face and hair touched, sit down for some polished, evening talk show interview, and then listen to you complain about everything he did wrong.
Especially with the half chub pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Maybe if he was a good boy during the interview, he would get a reward.
I need Bucky and the reader to get caught fucking by a fan or like paparazzi. Like they’re saying the dirtiest shit and moaning LOUD and when they’re do some poor innocent fan is like 🧍“…Can I have your autograph…?”
HAHAHA I LOVE THAT
omg remember when I used to write random drabbles for my series.. let's bring that back!
caught
part of the real people series and set just after the events of chapter six
(usually i do my best to avoid gifs/imagery including another person as i don't use physical descriptions of the reader in my works but this gif just fits too perfectly to not use it!)
18+
warning: fake dating, enemies to fuckers, actor!bucky/actress!reader, i have no fucking idea how basketball works but just go with it, smut.
The Lakers are playing the Knicks and you're in a VIP box. Usually, you'd be having the time of your life, snacking and watching the game, but today, you're pissed.
"You're such a spoilt fucking brat," Bucky mutters as he glares at you.
"Screw you. Gwen should be here right now, not you," You spit back as you slump down on the couch. "We always go to the game together. And it's her birthday week. So sue me for not being in the best mood."
"And that's my fault? You think I wanna be here with you?" He shoots back, turning away from the game to face you. "I have better things to be doing, too."
"Ugh, shut up," You hiss, frustrated.
He's not impressed. "Excuse me?" Bucky walks over and stands in front of you, looking down at you with rage in his eyes. "The fuck did you just say to me?"
You stare up at him. "You heard me, James," You say lowly. "I said shut. Up."
He grabs your chin. "You seriously need to learn some respect," He states firmly.
Deciding that if your plans with Gwen were ruined, you can at least get a good fuck out of this. "So teach me, James," You say teasingly.
He clenches his jaw, waiting a few seconds before making his next move: sitting down next to you. "On my lap. Ass in the air. Now."
A shiver runs down your spine. But instead of giving in, you scoff. "You're gonna spank me, Mr. Barnes?" You ask him incredulously, failing to hide the excitement from your voice.
He rolls his eyes and decides to get you into position himself, grabbing you by the forearm and pulling you onto his lap, your face down on the couch. God, you love the way he manhandles you. Before you get a chance to prepare yourself, he pulls up your skirt and serves you with a brutish spank. Immediately, you cry out as the beautiful twist of pain and pleasure courses through your body.
"You like that, you slut?" He asks, placing his free hand on your neck and pushing your head up. "Like getting spanked?"
He gives you another one. And another. Your eyes are rolling back.
"Don't get quiet on me now, you brat," Bucky says curtly. "Apologize for being so fucking annoying today."
Another spank. "I- I'm sorry," You whimper.
"Uh-uh, what was it you called me earlier?" He asks, and you can hear the smirk.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes," You say obediently.
"That's my fucking girl," He mutters, and you wonder if he knows how wet he's just made you.
"I'm so wet," You can't help but whine. Well, he knows now.
"Is that right?" He asks, rubbing your sore ass gently before slapping it again. "You pathetic little thing. Getting wet over getting spanked? Fuck, let's see what we're dealing with here."
He pulls your panties to the side and rubs your wet pussy, coating his fingers before pushing them inside you. You let out a gasp as he curls his fingers, fucking them into you a few times before pulling them out.
"Fuck me," He whispers. "Let's put this pussy to use, huh?" With that, he grabs your waist and picks you back up before sitting you down with your legs on either side of his. He wastes no time in pulling out his hard cock, giving you an expectant look. "The fuck are you waiting for, slut? Sit on it."
Breathing heavily with anticipation, you lift up your hips before positioning his cock at your entrance and slowly sinking down it. You're still not used to his size, hissing as he stretches you out.
Bucky's head falls back against the couch and he swallows thickly when he bottoms out inside you. A loud groan leaves his mouth when you start riding him. "Just like that, baby," He utters, holding your hips. "Just like that."
Holding his shoulders for stability, you let out wanton moans. As rude and arrogant as he can be sometimes, boy does he make up for it with sex.
"Y'sounded so pretty, apologizing earlier," He grunts. "Tell me again, baby. Apologize for being such a spoilt brat."
No matter what he asked of you, you know you'd do it in a heartbeat, and it terrifies you to know he's got that power over you. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes," You say between breaths. "I'm sorry for being a- being a brat."
"That's a good girl," Bucky mumbles, before glancing down. "Fuck. Want your tits in my face."
You grin down at him. "Yeah? You wanna see 'em, Jamie?"
His cock throbs inside you.
Rushing, you pull your top up and your bra down before leaning forward, indulging him in your chest. His groans resonate against your skin and you could swear your ribcage vibrates.
"Suck 'em," You whimper as he thrusts his hips, fucking up into you.
"Mmm, fuck," He utters between sucking your nipples before he pulls back and looks up at you. "Such a dirty fucking girl for me, aren't you?"
"Yes, Jamie," You cry out. "Your cock feels so good inside me."
"That's it, ride it like the good girl you are," Bucky says as he paws at your tits. "I knew you could behave for me. Just had to fill up this cunt to remind you of your place, hmm?"
"Yes, Mr. Barnes," You all but cry.
"Fuck. Gonna make me cum," He says while taking hold of your hips again. "You close, baby?"
"Fill me with your cum, Jamie, wanna feel it inside me," You say, almost incoherently.
"Oh, you're gonna get it, baby, you're gonna get every last fucking drop," He replies just as frantically. "Then I'm gonna eat that pussy. You want that, hmm? Want me to eat that wet fucking pussy? Of course you do, you little slut. Gonna sit on my face, let me suck on that pretty clit-"
"Ahem."
Your stomach lurches into your chest and you almost scream - and not in the fun way. Within seconds, you're off Bucky's lap and on the floor, hiding behind the couch as you put your tits away and pull your skirt back down. Bucky rushes to fix himself up while you stand up to your feet, smoothing down your hair.
A girl is standing in the doorway with a tray of drinks, her eyes wide and filled with trauma and fear.
"Hi," Is all you can say as you catch your breath, hoping to God she didn't hear anything Bucky and you just said.
"I- I'm so sorry," She says with a whisper. "When I heard you were here... I- I'm such a huge fan. I made you some drinks - cocktails. I was wondering if... I could get a picture?"
Bucky, with his flushed cheeks, makes a face at you that you're glad she can't see.
"Of course!" You say, hoping your hair isn't too messy. "Come on in!"
As she walks over, Bucky stands up and runs a hand through his hair, which is messed up thanks to you pulling on it. She puts the tray of drinks down on the table and pulls out her phone with a small grin on her face. "I love your films," She begins. "I watch them all the time."
"Thanks, honey," Bucky says with that charming smile.
"Oh. Yeah, I like some of your movies, too," She says quickly, making you snort while Bucky looks mortified. "Could you take the picture for me, Mr. Barnes?"
He swallows thickly and you know he's hating every second of this. "Of course," He replies, taking the phone from her.
"Thanks, Mr. Barnes," You say to him with a wink while the girl stands next to you.
Bucky subtly shakes his head before snapping a few pictures.
"Um, how about a selfie with you both?" The girl asks, obviously feeling bad about leaving Bucky out. He agrees and walks over, handing her the phone before standing by you and wrapping his arm around your waist. She takes a few selfies before putting her phone down. "Thank you guys so much!"
"No problem, it was great to meet you!" You say, and Bucky just hums.
"I- I'll leave the two of you alone, now. If you need anything else, just ring the bell!" She says before rushing out the room again.
You can't help but laugh once she's gone.
"You paid her, right?" Bucky accuses you with his hands on his hips. "Paid her to pretend not to care that I was here, too?"
"Ha! I knew that would bother you," You say, shaking your head. "I don't need to pay people to pretend to be my fans, Barnes."
"Fuck's sake," He mumbles while rubbing his face.
"Do you... how long do you think she was standing there?" You ask him, dreading to think what she saw and heard.
"I mean, she definitely knew exactly what was going on, no matter how long she was watching us for," Bucky replies.
The situation dawns on you, and you burst into laughter.
"Well, I'm glad you find it funny," He says with an unimpressed tone.
"Oh, relax. It's not like she recorded us," You say with a shrug. "Worst case, she'll make a TikTok about it, and we'll just seem like an even realer couple. Which is a win, no?"
He just grunts, folding his arms across his chest. As his biceps flex, you remember exactly what it is you were just doing together.
You walk over to him with a mischievous grin. "So... wanna spank me again?"
Bucky raises a brow. "Say please."
"Fuck you," You shoot back, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. "In fact, don't spank me. It didn't even feel good. You barely grazed me. You're so weak."
He lets out a sigh. He grabs you by the throat.
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𖥔 ݁Clips from public outings and concerts of music artist [Name], ft actor Wally West.
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‘Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not’
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Clip 1
March 7th - Santa Cruz, California
𖥔 The bass vibrated through the speakers, carrying through the air. The melody spoke its way into ears and past the confinements of the stadium. You glided around the stage floor like it was familiar. Fingers wrapping around the mic, it was beautiful.
Lyrics hitting the beat with precision. A soul being transfigured into a melody.
Cutting towards the end of the concert. Waving excited hands as you walk backstage.
But when the camera zooms in? A man’s hand wrapping around your waist, congratulating you. Red hair peeking out from behind the curtain just before disappearing.
The internet pieced it together, Wally being spotted in the crowd. Basebgall hat covering his ginger, walking towards the dressing rooms. Grainy photos catching his face.
Clearer ones captured you both leaving the venue, same car, same destination.
@\User1 : Streets and Agora Hills is def about him, im calling it.
@\User2 : idk who to be jealous of rn
@\User3 : yall just reaching for anything now
@\User4 : MY CELEB CRUSHES ARE TOGETHER!?
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Clip 2
March 21rst - Los Angeles, California
𖥔 Twitter had pieced together the whole interaction, including isolating the background noise so only you and Wally were heard.
This was around the time your tour stopped in L.A, also the time when Wally was shooting a movie in L.A. Coincidence? Bodyguards posted outside the small shop, fans flocking outside of it. With the busy schedules that trap both of you, it was best to decide to show up whenever you could. Just randomly popping up to take the other on side quests.
You had showed up about an hour ago, a pretty car with an even prettier person inside. Wrapping up your preparations for the show. Wally had showed up not too long after you, just coming back from shooting a couple of scenes.
Walking through the various aisles, Wally holding anything you picked up before you could even protest. ‘The Wally Special’ he called it.
“And how many girls do you give this ‘special’ to?” Tilting your head.
“Just one…I think you might know her actually.”
“Oh I do?” Distracting yourself by skimming through the jackets. Going too fast to even consider any of said jackets.
Wally leaned down, chin on your shoulder. “Yea, she’s like insanely pretty, beautiful eyes, and she’s amazing at-”
“Ok! Ok I get it.” Reluctantly, an overwhelming smile took over your face.
@\User1 : [Name] is stronger than me, I would’ve folded.
@\User2 : ‘just friends’ my ass
@\User3 : Yall got room for a third?😏
@\User4 : who tf is this next to my precious [Name]
⤷@\User5 : do you happen to be a ceo?
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Clip 3
March 22nd - Your hotel
𖥔 You were on live. This wasn’t too long after the previous clip. A bag full of candy, currently chewing on a gummy bear.
“When’s the next album? Ok so imma boss-” lips pushed together in a line. “But for real, soon I promise.” Sinking into your pillows. Fixing your hair to cover your neck.
@\User1 : yall she’s still on tour😭
@\User2 : NEW ALBUMMMMMMM
@\User3 : so nobody see the hickey?
@\User4 : miss ma’am whats on yo neck🤔
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Clip 4
April 3rd - Los Angeles, California
𖥔 The behind the scenes for the new album. Headphones sitting on your shoulders. Tweaking with some final touches on your computer. Being your own producer meant 10 times the normal work. Adjusting the volume of different tracks, fingers typing away. And Wally? Completely entranced.
“How does that sound?” Propping the headphones over his ears. Your voice soft with a hint of tiredness. Eyes heavy begging for solace.
“It’s great… but-” hands hovering the headphones.
“But? But what.” Nervously chewing the meat of your lips. Desperate to finish the last song.
“It’s missing something around here,” pointing towards the 20 second mark. Wally picks up the mic, waiting for you to hit record. Testing out different ad-libs while it loops. Finally filling the gap of sound after 20 minutes.
@\User1 : I TOLD YALL THERE WAS A DUDES VOICE
@\User2 : song of the year! Im telling yall
@\User3 : [name] it’s okay to take a break-
@\User4 : yo this would eat as a producer tag
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What the fans didn’t see.
April 14th - Wally’s Apartment
𖥔 Both of you in robes, snuggled together for warmth. Chocolate and various other snacks from the gift basket. It been 2 weeks since your tour ended. ‘Young Justice’ season 2 wrapping up. Some very much deserved down time.
Flicking through the tv channels before landing on a sitcom. Wally lying down, head comfortably in your lap. Red hair sprawled out. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair. Gently massaging, eliciting small sounds of content from him.
Free hand popping chocolates in your mouth. Unwrapping the fake money wrapper. Letting one chocolate coin only halfway in between your teeth, leaning down. Wally catches the chocolate before sealing it with a brief kiss.
“Mm, cherry flavored.” Lifting an eyebrow.
“Shrek?”
“No it was the blonde guy.”
“Yea- from Shrek, Wally.”
[ Back at the Comic Store ]
𖥔 ݁ clip 2 is def not inspired by Caleb and Sadie heh-
