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agentstarkid · 9 months

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SERENDIPITY ✦ DR3

“Serendipity is an unexpected and very lucky finding, that is, a coincidence that fills us with happiness. Serendipity in love implies the feeling that the universe conspires in our favor, bringing that special person into our lives at the right time and oh boy, did the universe send her everything she ever needed in the form of a 5'10" man with a built-in accent, a love for Tim Tams, adrenaline-fueled spirit and a smile that could light up a whole town.”

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ type: social media au

✦ face claim: becky g

✦ warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language.

✦ pit wall live: HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY BESTIES! 🤗💗 I've been working on this for a month, honestly I thought I was gonna finish it fast but tbh that was really naïve of me 🥴 the amount of times I ended up changing almost every little thing is insane lol but today I sat down and commited to finish and post this! this is my first ever smau or any kind of 'x reader' really, so please be kind 🤍 and of course it was going to be about the love of my life!

— oh btw, my idea is to get to present time and make it angsty so let me know what you guys think! I really hope you enjoy!

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

JANUARY 01, 2020

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yourinstagram 2019 was full of happiness, pain, healing and growth. I loved a lot, I cried a lot and I laughed a lot. I'm grateful for a lot of things in life, but I'm specially grateful for you guys ❤️🥂 I LOVE YOU! ❤️

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fioamato It's out with the old and in with the new ⏭️😜

iamdannaschwarz this could be the start of something new indeed 😏🤭 yourinstagram 🙈 user yourinstagram girlieee does this mean you found your Troy Bolton tonight? 👀👀👀

iamdannaschwarz what a year it has been! Through the ups and downs you prevailed. So proud of you! Cheers, amiga! 🥂❤️

itsvittoriasousa u deserve the whole world, i wish everyone knew ur heart 🥺 love you biiiiiiig ❤️

user1 can we talk about that dress!!!! jaw dropped 🤯

user2 Mami 🔥🔥🔥

selenagomez ❤️🥂🎆

user3 danny ric you ain't slick baby we can see u 👀

user4 words on the streets that they were seen pretty close the whole night 👀

user5 girlies do we think the writing on the napkin belongs to mr. ricciardo? 🧐

user4 what about the last pic?? could it be about a nod to him???

user3 somebody call the fbi and the cia we need to decode this 🔎🔎🔎

sebastianyatra una locura de año 🚀 happy new year penguin!

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JANUARY 25, 2020

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justjared New couple alert?! YN LN, 21, and Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, 30, were spotted on a walk and getting cozy during a night out in New York. More photos now on JustJared.com #YNLN #Daniel Ricciardo Photos: Backgrid

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user1: well that's a couple nobody saw coming 😶 good for them tho

user2: These pictures are so creepy as to get these they literally have to stalk these people and are probably hiding in bushes or wherever to get the shots

user3: he's a full-grown man in his 30s messing around with a teenager how shocking 🙄

user4: how is she a teenager if she's 21??? she is a consenting adult and has been for a while...make it make sense user5: it's a 9-year age gap not 25 😑 y'all should learn to mind your own fucking business

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FEBRUARY 05, 2020

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yourinstagram starry nights, sunsets, little moments, deep conversations & special feelings 💖🃏

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iamdannaschwarz pov: you were there to witness the first conversation 🤣

itsvittoriasousa never knew a person could blush that hard 😂 yourintagram you are both getting blocked 🙅‍♀️

fioamato 🃏🃏🃏

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MARCH 11 & 12, 2020

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APRIL 09, 2020

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yourinstagram Quarantine with an aussie boyfriend: turns out, 'G'day mate' is the only greeting you'll ever need. Who needs handshakes anyway? Also, you get to excessively use the word 'mate' without being judged. It's basically a linguistic free pass 🤷🏽‍♀️😂🇦🇺

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user: OMG OMG IT'S FUCKING HAPPENING!!!! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!

user: Dan-Y/N nation how we feeling today? 😍

user: wasn't she dating sebastianyatra tho?

user2: nah they've been friends for years

user3: «cristina» is lowkey about her tho 🤭 "you were 19, i was 23"?? and there's a 4 year age gap between them?? they deffff had something going on a few years back AT LEAST 👀

user2: who knows maybe they did, but they refer to each other as "like-a-brother" and "like-a-sister" so as far as we know they are only best friends 🤷🏽‍♀️

fioamato what do you say titi yourmomsinstagram does it get the seal of approval?

yourmomsinstagram 🤔🤔🤔 yourinstagram she face-timed me and told me to pass the phone so she could talk to him. They talked for an hour. They are besties now, she's just trying to play hard-to-get 🙃

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fioamato 😂😂😂

jbalvin encantado de verte feliz hermanita ❤️

danielricciardo tell your boyfriend he's really lucky 🤙🏼

yourinstagram thanks will do, mate 🤙🏼

user OMG??? you guys are so unserious 😭

user2 MOM??? DAD???

user3 danielricciardo yourinstagram i'm glowing, flourishing and thriving 🥰😭

michaelitaliano shitty accent though

yourinstagram I love my haters ❤️ you guys are my motivators ☺️ btw don't you have a kangaroo to fight?

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APRIL 29, 2020

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yourinstagram Spanglish country…we’re doing it!! Watch kanebrown_music and I blend sounds, languages and dance moves in #LostInTheMiddleOfNowhere (Spanish Remix) 😜 song and video OUT NOW 🔥

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iamcardib OKAAAY MAMAAA 🧊🧊🥶

lali ALTA DIOSA 🔥

user she 👏 never 👏 misses 👏

itsvittoriasousa BRO U ABSOLUTELY ATEEE

user jaw drops to floor eyes pop out of sockets hearts out of chest 😍

danielricciardo wow caliente 🔥

user the amount of unwell I am in this exact moment

user2 daniel is right. muy caliente 🥵

user3 i'm losing my mind over 2 words + emoji okay

user4 daniel stop being a cunt and make an appearence in one of Y/N's ig lives

user5 user4 you could totally hear his voice in the last one lmao

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MAY 03, 2020

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danielricciardo Just a bunch of life 🤠🚜🇦🇺🇺🇸

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yourinstagram awesome taste in music mate 👍🏼

danielricciardo big fan of hers 👍🏼 love finding new underground artists ☺️ user imagine calling THE yourinstagram an "underground artist" lmaooo user2 they're both such little shits i love them your honor 😭

kristenanniebell ❤️❤️❤️

scottyjames31 I see you're in good company mate

corey_wilson goodness I miss the ranch so much

user daniel said lemme give you thirsty bitches a few droplets of water

user2 there's so much to unpack here omfg

iamdannaschwarz you're welcome 😌 also there's a no-return policy in the contract ok bye

fioamato you're welcome 😌 x2 itsvittoriasousa you're welcome 😌 x3 danielricciardo nah i think i'm gonna keep it for a long while thanks. i'll rate you guys with 5 stars 👍🏼

user3 THE LETTER ON THE LAST PHOTO ???? I'M SENDING Y'ALL MY THERAPY BILLS

user4 THE MATCHING RINGS PLEASE!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

user5 all this soft launch shit is killing me guys help somebody let them know that we already know so they can stop playing!!!

yourinstagram but where's the fun in that babes? 😌 user holy shittttt!!!! y/n ???? i- 🤯 user5 OH MY GOD!!!! HI MOTHER AJKFFLAHDASD user2 it's a fucking confirmation!!!! dan-y/n nation we got it!!! it's crumbs but we got it!!!!!

user6 we stan a suportive bf ☝️🤩

user7 999 for grammy's best album of the year ✨manifesting✨

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blank-house · 2 months

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Omgg I needed to come back again to the asks because of that haikyuu answer! Is there any character in general from anime/media that you would go "that's so x character" or that anyone from the cast would kin? I've been watching/reading the The apothecary diaries and idk why Jinshi gives off sometimes Percy vibes to me lol just curious! (and why not let's get Marina's good recs 🤭) thankss! 💖 I'm sure handling the blog and at the same time the developing must be exhausting! So, as always best of lucks ✨️

damn, and what about me!

it's actually been a millennia since i've watched any anime or well. anything, so forgive me for most of these being old as shit lmao. i've asked marina and our editor to weigh in too. marina agrees on jinshi for percy, by the way but here's the rest:

percy: mikoto mikoshiba (gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun), troy bolton (high school musical), sosuke shima (skip to loafer)

elio: kasuga ichiban (yakuza), phoenix wright (ace attorney), lee hyungsung (omnicient reader's viewpoint)

jamie: hirotaka nifuji (wotakoi), itsuomi nagi (a sign of affection, we think at least from clips we saw on twitter lmao), sho (arietty)

cameron: hazuki nagisa (free!), trucy wright (ace attorney), kermit (the muppets)

deja: chilchuck (dunmeshi), mitsuru kirijo (persona 3), tokiko takamine (skip to loafer)

reynah: makoto nijima (persona 5), bijou (hamtaro), elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice)

marina edit: AHDWLKAHD if you were hoping to glean what kind of anime/media I and the rest of us consume IM SORRY LOL I can probably make a list but like Lilly said, we don't really consume a lot of things recently so we were wracking our brains for some of this. especially since like-- I think the writing team and I don't really frequent shoujos anymore? That being said hella love Apothecary Diaries and uoghghgoh you calling out jinshi for percy makes me happy a little lmao

#keyframes asks #we spent too long on this i feel deranged sorry for the weird answers on some of these lmfao #THEY'RE NOT ALL 1:1 THERE'S JUST ENOUGH THAT WE'RE LIK OK YEAH

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hvcmixtape · 8 months

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love's all fair when you're checking the decisions between you and seungkwan on the basketball court on the island of jeju

pairing: seungkwan x reader themes: vacation!(Y/N), resort worker!seungkwan, jeju!seungkwan, there's no mention of caffeine but assume seungkwan still has his caffeine addiction 🤣 wc: ~2600 genre: fluff note: first fic released in a long while! hope you enjoy this AU :>

“I know you say you’re trying, but are you really?” Seungkwan teases you with a fiery tongue. He looks down at you as if the whole world is in his hand, the corner of his lips digging deep into his smirk. With the basketball cradled in his palm, you shoot daggers into his eyes. Who does he think he is, Troy Bolton?

You're the only two on the court at this late hour, but it's only because of the consequences of your own actions, all of which started just earlier that day.

It's your yearly vacation with your family and they decided, why not go to a resort where the destination is the journey itself?

As soon as you heard that come from your mom's mouth, you weren't sure what to make of the next week you'd be spending in Jeju, a place you'd been to a few times before. You've already visited the major attractions on the island, like hiking the Hallasan volcano, so what are a few more hikes? But realistically, who are you to deny your parents, the ones paying for the vacation in the first place?

Packing was difficult as you've thrown random clothing that you'll hope will make cute outfits when you're on the beachy island, and as soon as you know it, you're on the flight to Jeju, then in the shuttle to the resort, and then your ass is kissing the seat to a poolside view.

September is one of the best times to visit Jeju—the rainy season is starting to die down, but it's still bright and warm outside when there aren't any clouds. There aren't as many tourists at this time, but you've soon figured out that this is the time for locals to make the trip to Jeju so it's almost as crowded as you figured it would be. You suppose it's just another testament to how amazing Korea's geography can be.

As you sip on your drink, your mom beside you flips through one of the many brochures they handed her at check-in.

"Me and dad want to do a cooking class," she says after reading the description. "They'll teach us how to make paella; it's a Spanish rice dish."

"That sounds really yummy," you mindlessly reply, but as soon as you say that, she places one on your torso. "You want me to find things to do too?"

"Why not? Weren't you complaining and asking why we were coming back to Jeju? That's why I chose this place," your mom roughly says. "You don't have to do everything, but at least do something other than staying by the pool all day."

"I guess," you grumble, finally opening the pamphlet. There are a lot of things to try out: surfing and scuba diving caught your eye, but you weren't sure how you'd fare with those very physical activities. When you flip to the other side of the paper, your eyes are drawn to the left side. "Mom, they have an activity center for people my age—"

"Try it out! It'll be fun. Maybe you can go there after lunch and see what things they have planned for the day."

Lunch comes and goes and you have no choice but to venture off on your own, as your parents decided they want to do a wine tasting in the downtown area, taking the rental car with them.

Your first step is to approach the reception area, where you find a young man, probably around your age, manning the desk.

"Hi, good afternoon, how can I help you?" His full cheeks give him a boyish look, and his messy hair just adds to his appearance. He's wearing the same linen shirt the other staff you've seen wear, but on him, it looks just a little bit better.

"I was wondering if you have any information on the young adult activity center here. I saw it in one of the brochures."

A smile beams on his face. "You've come to the right place. I'm the worker in charge of the young adult activity center. I'm Seungkwan."

He puts out a hand for you to shake, and you accept it right away. "My name is (Y/N), it's nice to meet you," you reply back. "When are there usually activities during the day? I'm staying at the resort until the end of the week."

"Usually every few hours is a light activity and sometimes, we do excursions. Let me check to see what we have for today."

As Seungkwan pulls up the schedule on his computer, you say, "You seem a little young to be working at a resort full-time?"

He chuckles, pulling his focus toward you. "This is actually my aunt's resort. I'm working with her until I manage to figure out what I want to do. But I am 21, so I'm not totally young."

"Oh, I'm only a little bit older than you. I'm just turned 22," you reply. "But this seems like a fun job."

"Yeah, I like it most of the time. I'm sort of thinking of going into the entertainment industry, so I'd say this is good practice." Seungkwan shrugs. "So, for today's schedule, we're planning on hiking around the Cheonjeyeon waterfalls. We'll meet at 3:30 so we can make it for the sunset and head back right after that."

"Sounds good. Where's the meeting spot?"

"It'll be right here at the reception desk. We usually have 5 to 10 people come around, especially for the hikes. And since we're at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, not as many young adults are here." There's something in that sentence that makes you raise an eyebrow but you don't think further of it.

"I'll see you at 3:30 then," you smile. "See you later, Seungkwan."

You find him later on with a pair of sunglasses perched at the top of his head, waving around a tiny green flag. You can't help but laugh at how cutely he spins the flag in circles as he raises his hand high above his head.

"Hi Seungkwan," you say as you approach the group of 7 people so far. Most seem around your age but some have younger faces.

"Hi, (Y/N). You look ready to hike," he smiles and leans in toward your ear, making you feel some type of way when his breath tickles your ear when he speaks. "Some people seem like they've been forced to come by their parents."

You chuckle at his hushed tone and take a good look around you, where everyone is wearing completely different styles that might not be the best for hiking to a waterfall. One guy is wearing an all-white outfit, and you know that can't be good news for a hike.

"I suppose you get this often then?" You ask, as you turn away from him and you rummage through your backpack to find the sunscreen that you'll definitely need with the sun's rays still beating down at this time.

Seungkwan's eyes are stuck on your hands as they glide the sunscreen along your arms and shoulders, not even able to answer your question. He bites his lip as he can see you try to reach the exposed parts of your back with your fingers that just can't find a way there, but he keeps his mouth shut.

"Can," you look back at him with a pleading smile. "Can you put sunscreen on the parts I can't get?"

He doesn't have much of a choice and he accepts the bottle with a flushed face. "Sure," he says, squeezing the product onto his hand and watching the cream soak into your skin. He's embarrassed to admit that he knows the spots on your back that didn't get covered.

"Thanks!" You beam with a bright smile as you turn toward him, not knowing that he'll be thinking about that moment for a long while.

"Bye, Seoyeong, it was nice meeting you!" You wave to a girl who leaves almost as soon as the group returns to the lobby. She doesn't say much back, but you hope you'll get to see her again in the next few days that you're still here.

As people start to break ways, you're reluctant to leave. "Do people usually leave right away, or do they hang around?" You ask Seungkwan. He says he's still on the clock, whether he's with the young adults' group or he returns to manning the front desk, so it doesn't matter much to him how he spends the last part of his day.

"Most leave right away, but you're more than welcome to hang around if you want." Seungkwan smiles and it's the first time you've felt like you want to absolutely squish his cheeks.

You fold your fingers tight, not letting them leave your side. "You don't mind?"

"Of course not. We can get to know each other better, and," he glances down at his watch. "I get off of work in 45 minutes and that was a pretty hefty hike, so we can grab food if you want? I can take you somewhere outside of the resort."

...Is this a date?

After letting your mother know that you're off to eat dinner with one of the people you've met at the hike, you click your seatbelt buckle and are ready to go wherever he leads you. Never mind the fact that you've known him for half the day—you are usually more aware than this—but you just feel good about Seungkwan. Something feels right about him.

"Do you like hamburgers?" Seungkwan asks as he adjusts the mirrors of his car. You can feel your heart pattering against your chest from such a domestic action.

"Yeah. I get them often with my friends after classes." You go deeper into conversation about your academic aspirations when he wonders what courses you're taking, and it's nice, to say the least. You enjoy getting to know someone better and it definitely doesn't hurt that you find him attractive. Maybe he's just being nice and maybe he's done this with other people who have been to the resort and met up with him, but you're only here for a few days anyway. If things don't work out, it's fine.

Seungkwan's a smooth driver as you glaze over his appearance: his brown hair floating up and down when the wind blows through it, the wire glasses that perch on his nose, and a smile that comes about often when he's speaking. He doesn't let the conversation drop, making sure he's nodding his head in acknowledgment while also keeping his eyes on the road.

As he approaches the parking lot of the restaurant, you mention that parking is so difficult.

"No, it's pretty easy," Seungkwan shakes his head. He removes his hand from the wheel and places it on the back of your seat as he reverses the car into the space.

"Easy for you to say," you mutter, trying to look in the side mirror if your face can get any redder.

After you head into the restaurant and order your food, you look out the window and even a simple hamburger place has the best views. "I wouldn't see the ocean while eating a burger like this in Seoul."

"Just another great thing about Jeju," Seungkwan says as he digs into his burger. "This is my favorite burger place, I go here pretty often whenever I finish a shift."

"I like your shirt, by the way. It looks good on you," you blurt out and you can't help but take a huge bite of your burger so you can shut up.

Seungkwan sets down his burger and covers his laugh with a napkin. "Thanks," he replies after he settles down. It's a simple outfit—just a blue button-up with a white inner shirt, but it's the rolled-up sleeves that do it for you.

You move on from that topic as soon as you can.

"Thanks for taking me there, Seungkwan," You grin as you walk out potbellied after the meal. "And thank you for paying for me too, you didn't have to."

"Just wanted to show you around is all, so it's my pleasure."

You're not quite sure what he means of it, but he brings you to a walkway that leads down to the coast. "This is a nice place to walk along," you say as your shoes crush the sand below you.

"Yeah, I usually like to exercise after my meals, especially with burgers," he laughs at himself.

The two of you walk in silence for a little bit, taking in the sights and sounds of Jeju, a place Seungkwan has known forever and a place you're just here to touch on for a few days.

"Hey," Seungkwan pipes up. "Do you like basketball?"

“You suck, Kwan,” you say, as you jump, jump, jump. Your arm stretches out as far as you can, fingertips grazing his forearm each time your feet leave the ground. “What happened to playing a fair game?”

You're surprised that you get the court all to yourselves. Seungkwan said that the courts close for guests around 9 at night, but since it's his aunt's resort, a key can solve all of his problems. The floodlights are still on, illuminating the green and white basketball court you stand on.

“This is fair!” He can’t help but to laugh. “You just can’t reach me because you’re short.” His eyes crinkle at the outer points, still keeping enough focus to maintain the ball in his possession. Damn you, Seungkwan.

Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe it’s all of the mixed signals he’s been giving you but ah, to hell with it. It’s time for you to get on the offense and make a move.

With a deep breath in and out, you wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him with the softest eyes you could muster.

As soon as he feels contact on his body, only a layer of clothing between your fingers and his midriff, his face burns. And you have never seen Seungkwan flustered to a point that the ball falls from his hand immediately and bounces multiple times on the court.

His feet are frozen and his eyes land on you, even as you run after the ball and sink a shot that’s not the cleanest, but still swishes through the net.

Grabbing the ball, you saunter up as cool as you can, and hold the ball on your hip as you stand face-to-face. “Maybe that wasn’t fair, but I was trying at least.”

Your smart comment goes right over his head, as he’s still trying to process what the hell just happened.

"(Y/N)," he can only manage to utter, looking around to see if anyone saw what he just experienced. His eyes are wider than the full moon in the sky and he blinks a few times to shake off his surprise. "Yeah, I guess that would be trying." He puffs his cheeks and purses his lips, not knowing what else to say.

"I think you're cool Seungkwan."

"You do?"

"But I mean, do you do this with all the girls you meet when they come here for vacation?"

You have time to run away if need be, but you find yourself taking one, two, three steps closer to him.

"No," he replies, his voice softer than ever before. "Only you."

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6rookie-writer0110 · 7 months

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troy bolton x bottom m reader please!! :D✨ no plot, just a naked and sweaty troy leaning against the lockers in the locker room after a game where troy won. his bf wiping every drop of sweat with his lips and tongue, worshiping troy's entire body, especially his cock. then he sits troy down and starts riding him, making troy sweat more but he doesn't care about that. when they cum, troy turns around, getting on top of him to fuck him again, but now much harder, there on the floor. finally, they both go to the showers where they fuck again for hours and troy eats y/n's ass and y/n sucks his cock again. they both always get very horny when troy wins a game. after that, they both get dressed but don't put boxers because they will fuck again at troy's house!!

Ok, I will write it. 🙂

#requested

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submissivegayfrenchboy · 10 months

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You said you’re working on so many stories. Could you tell us a few so we can get excited for them hehe

25 / 06 / 2023

ASK ANSWERED

I have currently more than 150 stories i am working on. That's why i spent times on it. I would like to thanks you for your interest on my stories.

I have stories about feet, about BNWO and also many surprises : there will be some sequels about stories. For example the awaited Part 2 of JONAS AND THE FAT MEN, and also a Part 2 of my gay story inspired by BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

By the way if you have suggestions and ideas about what could happen in BEAUTY AND THE BEAST part 2... : in this story you'll see the life of Beau (male version of Belle) is now a days that he is married to Gaston and he have two sons with him. I thought maybe i could add the French Revolution in it and Gaston and Beau and their sons have to travel around France to go to America.

There is also HUMILIATED BY A CELEBRITY and CELEBRITIES IN LOVE. I mainly got requests about these.

Paul Walter Hauser, Joshua Bassett....

I got a request about Kylian MBappe x Male reader, Nick Pulos x male slave....

Stories about Asian supremacy

Stories inspired by

There is also my MCU GAY INTERRACIAL project with my friend @blacksuperiority. I wanted to write about King T'Challa of Wakanda / Black Panther being in love with Agent Everett Ross, and we had a lot of ideas about this project which means a lot to us. Maybe Miles Morales with a gay version of Gwen Stacy as a slutty gay male snowbunny

Someone even asked me to write about Sam Wilson enslaving Steve Rogers. I answered him by an extract of a love story between them, even if not a lot of persons liked it

- I am also writing several collaborations. Mostly about farts, cuckold, feet...

- Stories inspired by tv series :

Glee : Kurt Hummel in love with David

Game of Thrones : Renly's feet slave

And many short stories about feet / farts.

HERE ARE IDEAS FOR FUTURES STORIES

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL (2006-2008) : its my childhood and part of why i am so gay 😅

all these muscled men, the iconic Sharpay Evans, her twin brother Ryan who is supposed to be gay even though he dates a cute girl, Troy who was one of my first crushes, all the songs that i knew by heart and that i sang in song shamelessly with my friends 🤣

My ideas for an HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL story would be

-- Troy Bolton and his childhood Chad Danforth best friend falling in love / using a slave

- Why it could be good : they have a great chemistry and they are very dominant

- Why i may not write it : because i doesnt have any idea for the plot (them graduating and falling in love and / or using a loser slave when they are at university?)

-- Ryan Evans in love with Troy Bolton : maybe Ryan secretly loves Troy

-Why it could be good : because i love the (lack of) chemistry between these characters

, and i think a lot of gays guys would recognize themselves in the love of a gay guy from. It could be funny to see Ryan and Sharpay competing for the same guy

- Why i may not write it : because i don't want to be make this love story toxic, I want to show that Troy was secretly in loves with Ryan (maybe by alternating the pov)

-- Sharpay Evans and Zeke Baylor : because i am an addict to interracial porn and at the same time their love is pure and underrated. It could be a story where they finally become an official couple. It would be funny to see this rich asservative white woman date a black man who isnt even hunky or masculine but who is funny and kind, protective and loves he

-- Chad Danforth and Ryan Evans : of course there is their song I don't dance, but also it would be funny to see them dating.

- Why i find it intersting : because i love the contrast between the skinny effeminate classy rich white boy into arts and the muscular masculine poor black man into sports.

It could be funny to see Ryan dates Chad while Sharpays dates Zeke, so their conservative rich white parents see their only childs marry two muscular black men

--- DESCENDANTS (2015-2019) : it was interesting movies, not good, not bad, i hoped it would be better since it was made Kenny Ortega who directed HSM movies.

-- my idea would be to write about Chad Charming who would be a narcistic bully, a white privileged prince who uses a (male / female) loser as his homework slave as he did with Evie, or maybe he ends being in love with his loser slave.

I chosed him because he is the most handsome man according to me.

It could also be a femdom story about him being enslave by Audrey (Aurora's daughter), who could even humiliate him with Jay.

Chad could be Audrey and Jay's pet slave who lick their feet and follow them obediently

-- I had begun a story about Harry Hook being in love with Ben, Beauty and the Beast's son

This story would have been about their love story and Harry becoming Prince consort

I love the contrast between a prince charming and an evil pirate

There was such an homoerotism between them

i havent continued it because i wasnt inspired enough. But some people told me i should write about the handsome actor Thomas Doherty who plays Harry Hook, so maybe i'll continue it.

--- LIVE ACTIONS

i am far from loving all the live actions. there is live actions of animated movies, and there is movies with actors but not adapted from animated movies (Mary Poppins, Enchanted is my favorite, Pirates of the Caribean...)

There has been good propositions (Cinderella is the best, Maleficent, Alice in Wonderland, Cruella and 101 Dalmatians with Glenn Close) and some were kind of awful (Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, Aladdin). Maybe in some years we will see them and like them all

so i havent a lot of ideas with the characters of live actions

I am interested upcoming Hercules, and i planned on writing a Hercules multiverse story

My story would have been about the different cinematographic version of Hercules meeting and showing their differences (those who are bi, gay, straight, with slaves....).

-- Prince Anders from Aladdin (2019). A minor character but he is kind, sexy and funny.

I love furs coats and i imagine a servant smelling his furs 😍

-- David Gyasi as Percival in Maleficent - Mistress of Evil (2019) was an interesting character. He play the commander of the army of Uthread, the kingdom of King Henry and Queen Ingrith, Prince Philip's parents. He could be the bull of the Queen.

Percival could also be the lover of his son Prince Philip. You know how much i love interracial (gay) couples and hot tall muscled black men. As much as i love Prince Philip's character, i found Brenton Twaithes and Harris Dickinson's versions of him too... wimpy!

In this story Percival could be the bull, humiliates the cuckold dad and the wimp son, taking over the kingdom, (makes Aurora his fuck slave or wife), marry Philip and maybe enslaving him and so the kingdom is ruled by a strong black man.

--- ONCE UPON A TIME (2011-2018) : an amazing series, respectful of the fairytales and the Disney animated movies inspired by them

I already said i want to write a gay story about the Hunstman / the Sheriff Graham. It would have been about him in love with a boy, or him with a male version of Snow White

THERE WILL BE MANY OTHER SURPRISES

@leftprogrammingroadtripdean @tidodore2 @fartfagoutlet @torinya @bat-woodfeet-us @rainykpoptravelcreator @innerpiratefun @lovejocksfarts-ass @fartsandotherstink2 @lovefanfiction01 @gaycelebtea @yurrfttboyy

#ask answered #Question #Réponse #Answer #Histoire fictive personnelle #Personal fictional story #Request #Requête #Disney #Live action

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totally-true · 4 months

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Omg, imagine frat boy!Troy Bolton. He still makes time for theatre but less because he's more focused on his basketball career now. Works out and does weight lifting more. He's much more muscular now, which makes it easy for him to pick you up and carry you around. He wears his jersey literally everywhere, and backwards cap at all times. He does that really hot thing where he holds his beer bottle by the neck with his pointer and middle fingers. He will always have you beside him at frat parties, his arm around your waist or you sitting in his lap. Sometimes if the crowd is too thick he'll just throw you over his shoulder. You can practically smell the testosterone dripping off of him.

#frat boy x reader #troy bolton x reader #troy bolton imagine #troy bolton #highschool musical imagine #highschool musical #frat boy troy bolton #totally-true

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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Once A Wildcat–Troy Bolton

I fixed my cap, nervously playing with the tassel. Troy and I were heading to graduation together and I was waiting for him to finish getting ready. I looked up when he opened the door.

"Ta-da!" He said as he spun around. I smiled, a soft chuckle leaving my lips when he almost fell.

"Careful, Basketball," I teased him. "Can't give your big speech with a torn gown."

I looked away, starting to play with my fingers.

"You okay?" I heard him ask. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw his feet step in front of me.

"I'm fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Troy used his pointer finger to lift my head. When I looked up at his eyes, he was smiling down at me.

"What's going on, Y/N?" He asked softly. When I hesitated, he let go of my chin and grabbed my hand. I started nervously chewing my bottom lip as he led us over to his bed.

"Talk to me," he encouraged.

"What if we go to different schools?" I forced out. But I didn't stop there. "What if we go from seeing each other every day to rarely talking? I don't think I can do that, Troy."

"Y/N," he sighed as he pulled me into his chest. "It doesn't matter how far apart we are. You'll always have me."

"I don't think you realize how much I depend on you," I whispered.

Troy pulled out of the hug and looked down at me. "Y/N," he whispered.

Before he could say anything, I started rambling. "You've always been there for me. I mean. . . You're my best friend and. . . There are a lot of things I've done in high school that I never would have done without you there to encourage me and stand by me."

"Or jump into an audition last minute with you," he chuckled. When I didn't laugh, his smile dropped.

"Do you remember in kindergarten how you'd meet a kid and know nothing about them, then 10 seconds later you're playing like you're best friends because you didn't have to be anything but yourself?" He asked. I nodded, not sure where he was going with this.

"Singing with you felt like that."

A smile slowly formed on my lips. Troy pulled me back into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"I know graduating is scary," he whispered as he subconsciously tightened his arms around me. "I know college is scary. And I think it's scary that there is a chance we won't be at the same school too. But believe me when I say this; I won't let the distance come between us."

"But," I stuttered, sitting up and pulling out of his arms.

"But nothing," he said instantly. He reached up and gently cupped my face in his hand. "I will not let anything come between us."

What happened next happened in slow motion.

Troy leaned in and pressed his lips delicately to mine. As soon as they touched, he pulled back. I looked into his eyes, shock making it hard to breathe.

"I promise," he whispered. "Nothing will tear us apart. No matter how far away our schools are. And who knows? Maybe we'll go to the same school."

* * * * *

As Coach Bolton drove us to the school, Troy held my hand. Whenever I looked at him, he was already looking at me. We were in the middle of a tension-filled staring contest when Coach Bolton's voice broke it.

"Have you decided what school you're going to yet, Y/N?"

At the mention of college, my heart dropped into my stomach. I let go of Troy's hand and looked at my lap, playing with my fingers. I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the lump that formed.

"I'm not sure," I said shakily. "I've narrowed it down to UCLA and NYU."

"Both great schools," Coach chuckled. "Your dad tells me you were thinking about law school."

"That's the plan," I nodded. "I wanted to get a degree in Communications before applying for law school."

"That's smart," Coach said as he looked over his shoulder at me. He turned back to the rode as he continued, "I know a few lawyers. They got their degrees in English, but I think Communications might be just as helpful. I could talk to them about reaching out to you, if you'd like. That way you can ask them questions and they can talk to you about what they did."

"That would be great," I forced out a lighthearted laugh. "Thanks, Coach."

The rest of the way to school, Troy tried to get me to look at him but I didn't. Instead, I focused on the familiar buildings we passed. I've gotten a ride to school from Coach Bolton hundreds of times. But this drive was different.

We pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. "I guess we'll see you two after. Your parents are coming, right Y/N?"

"Yes," I stuttered. "My mom said they are picking up your wife on the way."

"Oh yeah," he smiled. "And then we were going to go get dinner after the ceremony."

I smiled as he leaned over and kissed the top of my head. I blushed as he hugged Troy.

"I'm proud of you," he said to Troy before glancing over at me. "Both of you."

He sent us a wink before turning on his heel and walking over to where other members of the staff were talking. I held my breath when Troy reached over and grabbed my hand. I hesitated before intertwining our fingers.

Without saying anything, we started walking to the graduate check-in. I was about to go to my seat when Troy pulled on my hand stopping me.

"I wish I could sit next to you," he whispered as he grabbed my other hand.

"Even if you weren't on stage, Valedictorian," I teased, "we still wouldn't be sitting next to each other. It's alphabetical."

Silence fell between the two of us as we stared at each other. I bit my lip when I felt him squeeze my hand.

"I'll see you after?" He asked.

I nodded, knowing my voice would fail me. We stared at each other for another beat before finally letting go. I took a step back, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Good luck with your speech," I said softly.

I was about to walk away but Troy stepped forward. I gasped when he grabbed my arms and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before I kissed him back.

When we broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine. "Nothing," he whispered, "is going to come between us."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Throughout the ceremony, Troy kept glancing over at me. Whenever he did, his smile would widen and his cheeks would turn bright pink. When they announced that he would be speaking next, he glanced over at me. I sent him a reassuring smile, causing him to let out a breath he must've been holding.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as Troy walked across the stage and up to the podium. I held my breath, my nerves jumping as he started his speech.

"East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean Créme Brulee, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor. It's a place where one person. . ."

My breath got caught in my throat when Troy paused, searching for me in the group of graduates. When he found me, he smiled.

"If it's the right person, changes us all. East High is having friends we'll keep for the rest of our lives, and that means we really are 'all in this together'. Once a wildcat, always a wildcat."

* * * * *

After the ceremony, I walked over and greeted my parents. I laughed as my dad placed a flower lei around my neck and my mom handed me flowers. They each gave me a hug and whispered how proud they were of me.

I looked over my shoulder when something caught my mom's eyes. A blush formed as I instantly made eye contact with Troy. His parents followed as he walked over to us.

I gasped as he ran over and pulled me into his arms. I laughed as he picked me up and spun me around.

"Troy," his mom laughed. "Easy, honey."

Our parents started to talk to each other as he finally put me down. Even though I was back on my feet, Troy didn't unwrap his arms from around my waist.

"We did it," he whispered.

"Yes, we did," I chuckled.

My breath got caught in my throat when he glanced down at my lips. He looked back up at me, a small smile creeping onto his face. I held my breath as we slowly leaned in.

We jumped apart when his team came running over, practically tackling him. I sent him a small smile before I walked over to our parents. While Troy talked and took pictures with his team, I listened to our parents' conversation.

Our parents were deciding where would be best to go to dinner when I felt someone grab my wrist and turn me around. I gasped as Troy leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

As our lips slowly started to move in sync, we could hear our friends and parents laughing and cheering. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his.

"Things aren't going to change, right?" I whispered.

"I won't let them," he reassured. "Besides, once a wildcat. . ."

"Always a wildcat."

#Troy Bolton #troy bolton imagines #troy bolton x reader #zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader

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mychemicalimagines · 2 years

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Requests Open!!

Requests are open (One Shots or Head-cannon) for the following:

Supernatural: Dean, Sam, John

The Lost Boys: Michael, David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne

Stand by Me: Ace, Eyeball, Aged up Chris, Aged up Gordie

Marvel: Steve, Bucky, Thor, Clint

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Stefan, Klaus, Elijah, Kol

The Walking Dead: Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Shane

Scream: Billy, Stu, Randy, Dewey

Johnny Depp or his Characters: Willy Wonka, Sweeney Todd, Captain Jack Sparrow

Zac Efron or his Character: Troy Bolton

American Pie: Jim, Oz, Finch, Kevin

No MalexMale!Readers. Preferably no Poly!CharactersxReader

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companionjones · 3 years

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It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

Pairings: Troy Bolton x Reader, Mention of Chad x Ryan and Kelsi x Gabriella

Fandom: High School Musical

Summary: Your boyfriend visits you while you’re grounded.

Warnings: References to depression, guilt, strict parents

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Sighing, you blinked, and that only momentarily interrupted your staring at the ceiling. It was a dreary, rainy day outside, and you felt utterly sad.

Was somebody knocking at your window? That didn’t make sense, you were on the second floor--OH MY GOD.

You opened your curtains and almost threw open your window in record time. “Are you insane?” you asked a soaked Troy Bolton as you helped him through your window.

The boy had climbed your house’s trellis to get to your window. He was then dripping immensely onto your carpet. “I wanted to see you.” Troy looked like a puppy as he grinned at you.

It was extremely hard not to return that smile, but you distracted yourself by pushing him toward your bedroom’s bathroom. “Come in here and dry off.” You gave him a set of comfy clothes from a drawer of his things you kept in your room, and waited for him on your bed.

When he was finished, he changed from the bathroom and launched himself onto your bed.

“Shh! Don’t jump around so much,” you warned without much conviction. “My parents might hear you.” You were gazing down on him from where your head was propped up from your elbow.

Guilt unexpectedly took over his face. “I’m so sorry I got you grounded,” Troy confessed.

“Hey, it wasn’t you fault, and we both know it,” you established, “The only reason why I was late for my curfew was because your car broke down. It was no human’s fault.”

Troy wasn’t convinced he was in the clear. “It might also have something to do with your parents hating me and the fact that we’re together.”

“My parents aren’t going to like whoever I date, and as for this grounding...that night was pretty worth it to me.” You grinned as you leaned in closer to him.

Finally, you got Troy to smile again. It probably wasn’t a coincidence that the two of you were kissing soon after.

Your lips connected, and you both sighed. It was calming being that close to him again. One of Troy’s hands came to softly grab at your hip, and you snuggled further into his side. He detached from your lips, kissed your forehead, and leaned his head on top of yours.

Troy admitted softly, “I really did miss you.”

You chuckled, “It’s Sunday. It’s only been two days since we last saw each other.”

“That’s a valid amount of time to start missing you,” he held.

“Tell me about your day,” you softly ordered, “I’ve been staring at these four walls for almost 48 hours.”

Troy quietly snorted. “Well, Chad and Ryan finally made up after their weeklong fight.”

“That’s good.”

“It is. Chad’s off my back now, and back in his boyfriend’s good graces. And I saw Kelsi and Gabriella at the supermarket today. Kelsi said she’s finishing up that song she wants you and me to sing at the talent show next month.”

“Hmm, I wonder if I’ll be allowed out of this room by then...”

You felt Troy tense up. He clearly still felt guilty.

“I kid.” You kissed him, and when you parted, Troy lifted his head off the bed in an attempt to kiss you again. “I kid,” you repeated, kissed his cheek, and settled back onto Troy’s chest.

Comfortable silence settled over the two of you for a few minutes.

“I should leave soon. I shouldn’t stay the night,” Troy eventually cautioned.

You shook your head. “One, it’s still pouring outside, and you have no ride. Two, my parents are already in bed, and they’re going to work early tomorrow. They won’t even notice you’re here. And three...I don’t want you to go.”

Troy chuckled, and hugged you closer. “That last part was all you needed to say, baby.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. You should check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

#troy bolton #troy bolton x reader #high school musical #it's raining it's pouring #zac efron #companion jones #watching bo burnham rn #woooo #tw depression #depression #tw guilt #guilt #tw strict parents #strict parents

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fbfh · 3 years

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troy bolton dating hcs

oh yeah wildcats it’s finally happening

Borderline himbo jock man with an artistic heart of gold

Yk those posts where it’s like really cool ingenuitive jewelry or a present or smth with the caption “guys get so creative when they’re in love”

That’s Troy

Similar to Peter Kavinsky in the sense that he’s really social and popular and seamlessly makes you feel comfortable around his friends

Like he doesn’t let you feel left out or out of place

He’s very good at making people feel included

If you don’t know anything about basketball

You’ll probs pick some of it up soon

Even if you don’t

You listen to him talk about statistics and plays and drills bc he’s so cute and so excited and seeing him happy and passionate makes you happy

Can you tell I know jack shit about basketball

He realizes you know jack shit about basketball and that you still listen enthusiastically every time he brings it up

It really means something to him

Oh and since the only info we have on his birthday is that he was born in july there’s maybe a ⅔ chance he’s a cancer

Idk I don’t know how math works

But knowing what he’s like

I can virtually guarantee he’s a cancer

Maybe a cancer leo cusp

But honestly that tracks

He’s very a very emotional person

But like

In a good way

Literally the most loyal son of a bitch in existence

Real shit for a minute

If there were any other movie where a pretty popular rich girl so influential that boys literally almost pass out when she gets too close to them looking at you zeke was constantly throwing herself at a cool jock guy, he would be

At the VERY LEAST

Hooking up with her cause she’s hot and leading her on

Or like

Flirting with her or something

And YET

Troy “Respecting Women Is In My Blood” Bolton

Has never had a thought towards Sharpay other than “she’s kind of mean but I know she likes me so I try to avoid her respectfully cause she’s still our class mate and a fellow wildcat”

WHO COULD EVER

Like even in the second movie he could have manipulated Sharpay with very little effort

They could have come up with a whole scheme where he pretends to like Sharpay and gets her to pull strings for them

and he didn’t

That wasn’t even an option

He had the courage to stand up to her and say “I feel like you’re a bad influence on me so I don’t want to be around you”

WHO COULD EVER

When I say he’s the most respectful I fuckin mean it dude

Especially when it comes to like

Physical intimacy

He’s so wrapped up in the moment of being with you that escalating things doesn’t even cross his mind

Real shit

You’ll have to instigate a lot of physical contact

He’ll hold your hand and maybe kiss your cheek

But like have you seen how long he gazes into Gabriella’s eyes before he kisses her?????

He might set up a kiss

But before he can even actually kiss you

He gets so lost in your eyes

He’s so distracted by you that when you actually kiss him it’s almost a surprise

The dates that he sets up for you

Ohhhh mygod they’re so cute

I gotta say

He’s a big fan of romantic picnics

Tree house picnics

Park picnics

Rooftop picnics

A lot of other really cute dates including but not limited to

Stargazing

Midnight swim

Cooking and or baking together

Absolutely has set up a trampoline fort sleepover at least once

His parents fucking adore you

Truly you are always a welcome presence at the Bolton house

He has a little bit of

Not quite toxic masculinity

But just old definitions of masculinity deep down that he’s working through

That’s why he feels like he can’t talk to Chad or his father about more artistic stuff

He feels too vulnerable

Like sports and arts are equally hard work

But arts directly involve putting in your own feelings and a piece of yourself into what you’re doing

Sports are just as emotional but way less vulnerable bc it’s not your raw soul juice you’re spilling yk

So he’s still working through that

Any gentle encouragement you provide always makes a big impact

Whether it’s just singing along to the car radio, or helping Kelsi work out harmonies

It’s all little baby steps towards embracing what makes him happy

Oh if I didn’t mention yet

He is so so so supportive of any hobbies or extracurriculars you do

Literal hype man

He brags to the team all the goddamn time

They know almost as much about you as your friends do

Vicariously through Troy

He likes dancing with you too

Sometimes it’s recycled choreo from old shows

Sometimes it’s just goofing off together

Any excuse he can find to hold you close

He will take it

I really don’t even know how to describe that like

That one specific Quality he has

He’s really such a hopeless romantic

“Gazing into your eyes makes this moment our infinity” kinda romantic

Doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about apartments and life together with you bc the future scares him

All he knows about his future is he wants you in it

You can bet on that

#disney channel #dcom #hsm #troy bolton #troy bolton x reader #high school musical #hsm x reader #disney channel x reader #dcom x reader #troy bolton headcanons #high school musical headcanons #hsm headcanons #dcom headcanons #does anyone write dcom fics?????#pls tell me if they do #bc I don't think I've seen any

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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years

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Sweethearts

Troy Bolton x Reader

Words: 4327

Summary: Following the efforts of a smaller, eviler version of Sharpay, the reader doubts her abilities and her relationship. Troy must restore her faith in herself in time for the perfect Valentine’s day dance.

Notes: Can I Have This Dance is literally my favorite scene from the whole series so I had to use it for this. Highly recommend listening to it before reading to get the feel. Let me know what you think! I’m so sorry it's so long, but I really loved getting into the romance. I’m pretty proud of this one, so just a little extra love would be very appreciated. (There’s also a 17 Again reference in here, if you catch it) Also, I couldn’t decide which gif I liked more, so I had to use both!

You couldn’t help the slight squeak of fear in your voice as the group of girls walked towards you.

“Hi Sharpay.” You greeted anxiously. She flipped her impossibly shiny blonde hair over her shoulder. She really was terrifying when she wanted to be.

“I heard that you might be signing up to perform in the Sweetheart’s Showcase.” She raised an accusing brow.

“Oh, um, yeah.” You stammered. “I was thinking about doing a duet with-”

“Blah blah blah, I know that. What are you wearing?” Her glare intensified, as did your confusion.”

“I-I don’t-” “Just make sure it isn’t pink, okay?” Sharpay ordered and her little pack nodded in agreement. “Pink is my color.”

“O-okay.” Was all you managed to say. She and her posse strutted off, but Madison gave you a lingering stare. You gulped. Sharpay may be the leader, but Madison was the shark of the group. Once she smelled blood, she would not be stopped. And ever since you’d started dating the basketball captain…

“Guess who?” A pair of hands covered your eyes. Maybe it was from his time spent on the roof, but Troy always smelled like fresh summer air.

“Hmmm… Mrs. Darbus?” You giggled. Troy’s arms wrapped around your middle and lifted you off the ground, making you laugh more. He swung you around before setting you back and spinning you so you were facing him.

“Ha ha.” He snarked, eyes sparkling in a particularly suspicious way. “What did ‘Her Majesty’ want?” You shrugged.

“She told me I couldn’t wear pink for the show case because it’s ‘her color’.” You laughed. “I wouldn’t dare try to outshine the Princess of Pink.”

“Yeah… about the showcase…” Troy looked at the floor. You felt your heart drop a little.

“You want to back out, don’t you?” You sighed sadly. “I mean, I get it. Performing in front of everybody freaks me out too-”

“Woah woah woah.” Troy laughed, that sparkle shining brighter. “I was just hoping that you would wear this.” He dangled a chain in front of you. The necklace was a stunning heart-shaped charm made with little red gems.

“Troy.” You gasped, a smile stretching from ear to ear. “It’s beautiful.”

“I figured you’d be stressed out over the showcase and the paper so I thought you’d like a little early Valentine.” He shrugged and you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek before turning around so he could put it on you. His fingers grazed your skin as he draped the chain around your neck.

“I wish I had something for you.” You whined, draping your arms around his neck as his arms fell to your waist.

“Just promise me a Valentine’s Day kiss and that is all I need.” He grinned and pulled you closer for a kiss.

It was quite a shock to the status quo when you and Troy started dating. The shy editor of the school newspaper and the star player of the basketball team made an interesting pair. But when Mrs. Darbus paired the two of you together to paint set in detention, something just… happened. You opened up around Troy more than you could with anyone. You helped him realize that there was more to him than basketball when you got him to sing with you at your vocal recital last year. Somehow the two of you just worked.

“I hate to interrupt,” Taylor scoffed. “But the yearbook won’t edit itself.” You gave your best friend a look and Taylor smirked.

“Sorry Troy.” Gabriella laughed, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the hall. “We’ll see you at lunch!” The three of you rushed down the hall and Troy went to go find Chad.

“Ugh, he is so dreamy.” Libby, one of Sharpay’s sophomore groupies, sighed. Madison made a sound of disgust.

“And yet somehow he got stuck with that.” She watched you vanish into the journalism classroom and closed her locker. “Shouldn’t the Crowned Prince of East High be with someone a little more, I don’t know, worthy of his attention?”

“Who, like Sharpay?” Libby asked, applying another coat of lip gloss. Madison smirked.

“Yeah.” She turned her head to the jersey-clad boy retreating down the hall. “Like Sharpay.”

“So can I have this dance?”

“Can I have this dance?”

Your eyes were locked together as the room erupted with applause. You were in Troy’s arms before you had the chance to move.

“You guys, that was amazing!” Gabriella squealed with excitement.

“I couldn’t imagine anyone better to sing it.” Kelsi smiled, tucking the music into her folder. Even Taylor was impressed.

“I still think you two should give it a shot.” Troy nodded towards Taylor and Chad. You laughed into his shoulder as excuses tumbled out of their mouths.

“Let’s go, I think my mom is making some nachos.” You laced your fingers through his and told everyone you’d see them tomorrow. After practice rehearsals were exhausting for Troy, but he knew how happy it made you. Besides singing with you was the perfect way to relax after a long day of practice of running and shooting hoops. Plus, your mom made killer nachos.

His truck sputtered to a start and he winced. You giggled and earned a playful glare. At least it started this time. Sometimes, the two of you were stranded in the school parking lot until Troy could get his truck to start. You never minded. With minimal bumps and jolts, Troy was able to get to your house.

“I think the song is really coming together.” You said as the two of you made your way to the front door. “Ryan said he’d love to choreograph something for us.”

“How sweet.” Your door opened and Madison gave you a seemingly innocent smile. You stopped so suddenly Troy almost walked right into you.

“Maddie.” You tried to seem pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Didn’t your mom tell you?” She laughed and pulled you inside- rather forcefully you might add. “My mom and her are in the same book club! She invited us to join you guys for dinner.” She looked over your shoulder and a little menacing glint appeared in her eyes. “Oh, hi Troy.”

“Hey.” He greeted uncomfortably, following you inside.

“I hope you don’t mind the extra company tonight.” Your mother beamed. “Julie was saying how excited Madison has been to work with you two for the musical and I thought it’d be fun for you kids to get to know each other.”

“That sounds great, Mr.s Y/L/N.” Troy put on that charming smile of his and pulled your chair out for you. Madison stood for a moment, as if she was expecting him to do the same for her. Being a gentleman, he moved her chair back before taking a seat.

“So you guys were talking about your number for the Sweetheart’s Showcase?” Maddie asked, eyeing Troy in a less than subtle way. He glanced at you with the same slightly scared look he had when he had to sing with Sharpay at the resort.

“Uh, yeah. Ryan said he had some choreography in mind.” Even after over a year of dating, sometimes the way he looked at you still gave you butterflies. “I mean, I think just singing would be fine-”

“You guys have to dance.” Maddie blurted. She flipped her hair over her shoulder- just like Sharpay, but like, pettier. “What I mean is, it would be so romantic, don’t you think?”

“I agree.” Your mom said excitedly. You shot a look.

“I’m sure what Ryan has planned will be great.” You concluded, hoping to drop the subject. You didn’t really want to discuss your super romantic duet in front of Madison.

Dinner passed painfully. The only thing keeping you from screaming out in frustration was Troy’s silly antics. From funny faces to pretending his chips were fighter planes, he distracted you from Madison’s subtly back-handed comments. The adults mistook them for compliments, but you knew exactly what she meant.

“Wow, I am totally beat.” Maddie exclaimed just as the parents started to go out to the porch, like adults do.

“Oh, I guess we’ll call it a night.” Her mom frowned.

“You stay and have fun, mom.” She smiled sweetly. “Troy can give me a ride. Right, Troy?”

“Um,”

“Great!” She practically skipped to the front door.

“You really are too good to be true, Mr. Bolton.” Her mother gushed before stepping out onto the back porch with your parents.

“I’ll walk you out.” You said, not really sure if you were irritated, confused, or a little impressed.

“You’re coming to the game tomorrow night, right?” Troy asked as you made your way down the front steps. Madison was already in the front seat, checking her reflection in the mirror. You shrugged.

“Actually I was thinking about catching a movie.” His shoulders sagged with disappointment. You shook your head. “Of course I’ll be there!” You exclaimed with a laugh. Troy put his hands on your cheeks and leaned in for a goodnight kiss.

“Oh Troy!” Madison called from the truck and the two of you pulled a part. “I should be getting home. I’m totally-” She yawned dramatically, “exhausted.” Troy sighed, settling for a light kiss on your cheek. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” He reluctantly ran to his truck and you went back inside. Before the door closed, you couldn’t help but smirk as you listened to the sputtering sound of his truck refusing to start.

The sound of the crowd was a driving force on it’s own. Troy raced across the court, keeping his eyes locked on his teammate. Chad passed him the ball and he made the shot, that satisfying swish of the net drowned out by the cheers. After a tiring week of practice and rehearsals, his body was pumping with adrenaline.

“Go Troy!” He picked your voice out over the chorus of cheers. He found you at the edge of the bleachers towards the top and flashed you a smile before taking off again. Gabriella helped you hold up your #14 sign and Kelsi came back from concessions with the popcorn. You and Kelsi weren’t usually ones for sports, but ever since you’d started coming to games you’ve all had a blast. The buzzer sounded.

“That ends the third quarter here at Wildcat Stadium,” The announcer’s voice boomed. “Hornets 40, Wildcats 58.”

The fans hollered and you caught Troy’s eye again, giving him a grin that lit up the gym. He pressed his lips to his fingers and pretended to toss the air-kiss like a basketball. You pretended to catch it, accidentally stepping in the strap of the purse behind you.

There was a wave of gasps from the crowd and both teams stopped to see what the commotion was. Troy looked up to see a horrified Gabriella and an empty space where you had been standing.

“Y/N!” He yelled, running across the court to where a group of people had gathered, including the school nurse.

“Give her some space! Back up!”

“Let me through! That’s my girlfriend!” Troy pushed his way to the font. You were on the floor, but you were sitting up, trying to catch your breath.

“Is she okay?” Gabriella yelled down at him. Behind her, Maddison tossed her purse over her shoulder and vanished into the crowd.

“I think I'm okay,” You groaned. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.” You tried to stand, but cried out when a sharp pain shot up your let.”

“Take it easy,” Troy soothed, kneeling at your side.

“Where does it hurt?” The nurse asked.

“My ankle.” You moved your leg so she could examine it.

“Looks like it might be sprained.” She sighed. “Let’s get you to my office and take a closer look, okay?”

Troy put your arm over his shoulder and helped you stand. The nurse took your other arm and gave Troy a reassuring smile.

“I can take it from here. You go win this game, Mr. Bolton.”

“But-”

“I’ll be fine, Troy.” You kissed his cheek. “Go get em Wildcat.” The nurse helped you limp out of the gym and Gabriella and Kelso followed close behind.

Sharpay watched the whole scene from the very top of the stands, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She had seen Maddison pull her bag away just when Y/N fell and it definitely was not a coincidence. The little pirana was playing a dangerous game and Sharpay was not about to let her win.

The show case was just a night away and your ankle still ached whenever you stepped on it, even after a week. You tried not to let it show when Ryan was teaching you the steps, but they hardly let you practice at all. Taylor was furious you were still going through with it. Mrs. Darbus was at least more than willing to let you rehearse during homeroom.

“And, one two three, one two three,” Ryan tried not to sound irritated when Troy took another wrong step.

“Sorry.” He grimaced. Ryan just took a deep breath.

“Just start from ‘wherever we go next’.” He instructed and you tried to remember the steps. “And one two three and lift-” Troy lifted you up and spun the way Ryan showed him. When he set you back down, you stepped wrong.

“Ow!” You cried, stumbling backwards into the piano.

“That’s it. You can’t do this anymore.” Taylor said sternly. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more and then you won’t be able to dance at all.”

“I can do this. It already feels better.” You insisted and she scowled. Troy took your hands in his, the sweetness in those perfect blue eyes just making you feel even more guilty.

“We can figure something else out.” He felt awful for even pushing you this far. Tomorrow was Valentine’s day and you’d barely had a quiet moment, let alone long enough to destress. “How about we just call it a day? We can go to a movie tonight and just hang out. Just you and me.” You shook your head.

“I can get this. I just need a second.” You felt ridiculous storming out with crutches, but it was what you had. Troy moved to follow, but Gabriella shook her head.

“Just give her a minute.”

You didn’t notice the troop of girls following you to your locker and you were too frustrated to care. You could get this right. Troy had worked too hard with after practice rehearsals and countless hours going over the music with you for you to mess all of it up now. Sometimes you couldn’t help but think he was too good for you.

You opened your locker and watched dozens of paper Valentine’s float to the floor. At first, you thought this was a sweet gesture from your boyfriend. Then you actually read them. Talentless Freak. Get off the stage. East High’s Resident Loser.

“Looks like Y/N has an admirer.” Madison sneered and her group of underclassmen terrors erupted with cackles, drawing more people out of Darbus’ room. You set your crutches to the side and picked up one note in particular. Troy’s Tragic Charity Case.

Your heart dropped and the laughing just got louder. You couldn’t even run. You had to stand there and listen, looking at the cruel smirk on Madison’s face as the words echoed in your head over and over again. Charity Case.

“Y/N- oh my god,” Gabriella exclaimed, looking at the mess of fake Valentines. “Let’s get out of here. Taylor.”

“I’ll drive you home.” Taylor picked up your crutches and the two practically guarded you as you made your way down the hall.

By the time Troy got out into the hallway, most of the girls were gone, leaving only the notes scattered across the floor. He didn’t find you until you were already at Taylor’s car.

“Wait!” He yelled before you closed the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going home.” You sighed, brushing away a fallen tear. “Everyone is right. I can’t do this. Even if my ankle was fine, I couldn’t pull off something like this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m sure you can find a better partner, Troy. There are girls that would kill to perform with you.” Or sprain a few ankles.

“Kelsi wrote that song for us.” If he kept looking at you like that, you’d break completely.

“I’m sorry Troy.” You shut the door and Taylor drove off. Gabriella put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t bear to look back.

“It appears that I’ve lost three students.” Mrs. Darbus sighed, waiting for him back at the doors. “Care to explain?” Troy ran his fingers through his hair.

“She’s not going to perform and I can’t do it without her.” He couldn’t imagine singing something so personal, so full of emotion, with anyone but the girl that he loved. Mr.s Darbus just gave him a knowing smile.

“I suggest talking to her, Mr. Bolton. Show her the truth.” He opened his mouth, but she stopped him with a wave of her hand. “You’ll know what to do.” Her expression changed. “Now, I'm afraid that there’s quite a mess in the hallway I must take care of. As well as a few girls to track down.” She bowed her head and went inside.

Troy’s head was spinning. He needed to fix this. After a few ideas came to mind, he pulled out his phone. Mrs. Darbus was right. He knew what to do. Hopefully.

A light knock on the door pulled you from your sanctuary of blankets. Your mom slowly opened your bedroom door with a small smile. When she heard what happened, she had no problem calling you out for the rest of the day.

“Why don’t you come down for some dinner, sweetie?”

“I’m not really hungry.” You pulled a loose string from your quilt.

“I really think you should come downstairs.” Her smile grew suspiciously and she left the door open a crack.

Eventually, your curiosity got the better of you and you tossed your blankets aside. The lights in the kitchen were off and the doors to the patio were open. You stepped outside and gasped. The twinkling lights looked like stars and little notes hung from the trees. In the middle of it all stood Troy and a candle lit dinner, complete with a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries.

“Glad you could make it.” Troy beamed, motioning for you to sit down. You did and he passed you a basket of breadsticks. “Don’t worry, my mom helped me cook.”

“Troy, this is…” You couldn't even find the right words. You started to read some of the notes. Deserves a standing ovation. Her recital rocked the house. She’s the best friend I could ask for.

“When I saw what those girls wrote, I wanted to show you what East High really thinks of you.” Troy explained, placing a hand on top of yours. “Sharpay even wrote one.” You both laughed when you read it. She’s one of the few people I can bare sharing the stage with. You blew out a breath.

“The thing is, I can handle being called talentless and all of that.” You took the folded piece of paper out of your pocket. “This one just… I don’t know.” Troy gently took it from you , his hand tightening around your as he scanned those four awful words. At first, he didn’t get it. You had changed him in all the best possible ways. You made him want to be himself. You inspired him not to be scared of what everyone thought. So how could someone say you were just a charity case?

“You-” He took a deep breath, still wrapping his head around it. “You don’t actually believe this, do you?” You shrugged.

“I mean… sometimes, I guess.” You tore off a piece of bread and rolled it between your fingers. “When it’s just the two of us, I feel like nothing else matters. But when I see you out there on the court, I can’t help but wonder… why me?”

Troy almost looked hurt. He started gathering little heart shaped pieces of paper from the tree and walked around the table. You stood as he put the notes in your hand, reading aloud as he handed each to you.

“September 17th, 2006. The day that we met. When we got stuck painting sets, you were one of the only people to talk to me about something that wasn’t basketball. You made me feel like a regular guy.

“October 31, 2007. The night I convinced you to come with me to Chad’s Halloween party. I was a pirate and you were Elizabeth Bennet. That was the first time that you really opened up and were able to be yourself around people who weren’t just me and Gabriella.” His eyes locked with yours. “Look at the back of your necklace.”

You flipped the heart charm around and read the date engraved in the silver.

“January 3rd, 2007.” You felt tears building. “My recietal.”

“Being on that stage with you made me see a whole different side of both of us. Our voices fit together like we weren’t meant to sing with anybody else.” He brushed a hair out of your face. “It was the moment that I realised I was in love with you.”

“I love you too, Troy.” You cried, closing the space between the two of you. He was right. It felt like you weren’t meant to kiss anyone else. When you pulled away, you were both grinning. “Do you think we can still perform? It’ll be difficult but I still want to sing.” He just grinned bigger and kissed your forehead.

“Ryan and I already have a plan. You just have to come to rehearsal tomorrow morning.” You nodded and the two of you sat back down to finish dinner.

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous. You and Troy were learning and rehearsing with the system all day and the number would hopefully be unforgettable. But there was so much that could go wrong and you were absolutely terrified. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Sharpay appeared behind you.

“You don’t have to worry about Madison. She has enough detention to keep her from anymore plotting. And I had no problem reminding her who was in charge of any and all sabotages.” She smirked, eyes scanning your outfit. “Good choice.” And that was probably the closest thing to approval from Sharpay Evans that you would ever get.

Ryan came to make sure everything was secure and connected, reminding you when you needed to stand and be ready. He assured you everything would be fine.

“Looks like you’re on.” He gave you an encouraging thumbs up. You took a deep breath and used your crutches to walk across the stage. The audience murmured as you sat on the swing that hung from the ceiling. The lights were bright enough that you couldn’t see Troy stage. You gripped the necklace around your neck for courage. There was no backing out now.

“Take my hand. Take a breath. Hold me close and take one step.” As you sang, Troy slowly made his way onto the stage. His smile made your nerves disappear. “Keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide.” With every word, Troy walked closer to the swing. His eyes asked if you were ready. You gave him a small nod and he swept you up in his arms as you both sang the chorus.

“It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you.” The choreography was a stunning mix of lifts and spinning in Troy’s arms, your feet never even touching the floor. “It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.”

Troy lifted you up one more time and set you down gently before beginning the next verse.

“Take my hand, I’ll take the lead. And every turn, will be safe with me.” He twirled you slightly and you fell back for him to catch you, kicking your leg out so your skirt flared. “Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall.” His strong arms wrapped around you and he swung you around. “You know I’ll catch you through it all.” He let go as you were pulled up into the air. The audience gasped. You had forgotten they were there. “And you can’t keep us apart.”

“Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart.” He almost forgot the words as the light practically made your white dress glow against your skin. Your necklace sparkled. As cliche as it sounded, you looked like an angel.

His wires lifted him up to meet you.

“Cause my heart is where you are.” And so the floating waltz began. “It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It’s on in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.” You felt like you were dancing on clouds. Troy couldn’t stop beaming.

“And with every step together, we just keep on getting better.”

For the bridge, the wires had you circling each other on opposite sides of the stage, slowly getting closer.

“Oh, no mountain’s too high and no ocean’s too wide. Cause together or not, our dance won’t stop. Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for.” You finally came back together. “You know I believe that we were meant to be.” With Troy holding you, you leaned back into another tumbling spin in the air.

The final chorus slowly brought you down to the floor, you sitting back down on the swing.

“So can I have this dance?” Troy stood in front of you, bowing to kiss your hand as if he was really asking.

“Can I have this dance?”

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