#cameron boyce

[rosefantasy77]

Carlos De’vil x AK!reader where when carlos came to Auradon they met but thry end upHATING each other because carlos is a vk and reader hates all of them or smth because like they evil🙌 and it’s just like enemies stuff or whatever but maybe they get stuck in some room together i don’t know 🤷‍♀️ and eventually something, anything happens and one of them (you choose) ends up falling for the other 💔 i honestly don’t know where I was going with this but have fun with this I suppose!

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Boy Behind the Crest

AK!reader x Carlos De’Vil

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You have always hated VK kids, but Carlos is an expection

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: None, maybe small fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Omg, stop, I love this idea! And you're all good, I got the concepts that I needed. Enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Carlos was everything you had been warned about.

A Villain Kid.

The son of Cruella De Vil.

Trouble wrapped up in a leather jacket.

So naturally...

You couldn't stand him.

"You seriously can't go five minutes without breaking a rule?" you snapped after watching him skate through the castle hallway.

Carlos rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't breaking a rule."

"You literally skated past three 'No Skateboarding' signs."

"Sounds like a design flaw."

"It's called reading."

"It's called having fun."

"You wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face."

"And you'd probably write it a detention slip."

You shoved past him.

"Glad we understand each other."

"Oh, crystal clear."

It became a routine.

If you entered a room...

Carlos found another exit.

If Carlos walked into class...

You sighed dramatically.

Jay swore you argued more than an old married couple.

Neither of you appreciated the comment.

One rainy afternoon, Fairy Godmother asked several students to help organize one of the old storage rooms beneath the castle.

Unfortunately...

You and Carlos were assigned together.

"No."

Fairy Godmother smiled kindly.

"Yes."

"There has to be someone else."

"There isn't."

Carlos groaned.

"This is punishment."

"It is community service."

"Same thing."

An hour later...

Boxes were stacked.

Shelves dusted.

Neither of you had spoken except to argue over where everything belonged.

Then—

CLUNK.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut.

You both froze.

Carlos tried the handle.

Locked.

"...Seriously?"

You crossed your arms.

"Great."

He knocked.

Nothing.

"You've got to be kidding me."

You slid down against the wall with an annoyed sigh.

"This is your fault somehow."

"My fault?"

"I don't know how yet."

After nearly twenty minutes...

The silence became unbearable.

Carlos wandered around the room before pulling an old photo album from a shelf.

"Huh."

"What?"

He flipped it open.

"These are pictures from when Auradon was first built."

Despite yourself...

You looked.

The pages were faded, corners curled with age.

Kings.

Queens.

Students.

Families.

Carlos stared at them longer than you expected.

"They all look..."

"What?"

"...Happy."

His voice was so quiet you almost missed it.

You blinked.

"You've never...?"

He laughed once.

"No."

Not a sarcastic laugh.

A sad one.

"Happy wasn't really a thing on the Isle."

The room felt strangely smaller.

"My mom didn't exactly do family game nights."

You didn't answer.

Because suddenly...

Carlos didn't look dangerous.

He looked...

Lonely.

"So..." you asked carefully.

"...What's it actually like?"

He hesitated.

"You really want to know?"

You nodded.

Carlos leaned back against a stack of boxes.

"You learn pretty quickly that trusting people gets you laughed at."

His fingers traced the edge of the photo album.

"If someone is nice, it's because they want something."

"And if they don't..."

"They're usually trying to survive."

You stared at him.

Nobody had ever explained the Isle like that.

At Auradon...

You'd only heard words like evil.

Never survival.

"I'm sorry."

Carlos looked up.

"For what?"

"I think..." You sighed.

"I decided who you were before I ever met you."

A tiny smile appeared.

"You weren't exactly friendly either."

"I know."

"You called me a walking detention."

"You were being annoying."

"I was."

"And I threw your notebook into the fountain."

"...Yeah."

"Sorry."

"You should be."

Both of you laughed.

The first real laugh either of you had shared.

Hours later, the door finally swung open.

Ben stood there looking relieved.

"There you two are!"

You stood quickly.

"We're fine."

Carlos nodded.

"Yeah."

As everyone walked away...

He stayed beside you.

Not too close.

Not too far.

"So..."

"So?"

"Friends?"

You smiled.

"I think we can try."

His grin was brighter than you'd ever seen.

"I'd like that."

As you walked back toward the castle together, you caught yourself laughing at one of his terrible jokes.

You stopped for half a second.

Because somewhere between the arguments...

The eye rolls...

The locked room...

And seeing the boy behind the villain's last name...

Something had changed.

You weren't looking at Carlos De Vil anymore.

You were just looking at Carlos.

And somehow...

That felt completely different.

[rosefantasy77]

Hi! I absolutly love your stories. You are so talented and so nice! Is there anyway I can request a Carlos De' Vil x VK!girlfriend!reader where they go to the enchanted lake and Carlos surprises her for a little date. and he just tells her how amazing she is and he will always protect her? tysm! You are amazing!

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Safe With You

VK!girlfriend!reader x Carlos De’vil

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You are and Carlos on a date and he just loves you so much.

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Hiii! Omg tysm! I am so glad you love them! I need some more carlos request! and tysm that means so much! enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The walk to Enchanted Lake started with a mystery.

Carlos had refused to tell you where the two of you were going.

"It's a surprise," he'd insisted for the tenth time, grinning as he gently tugged your hand along the forest path.

"Carlos..."

"Nope."

"You've been saying that for twenty minutes."

"And I'll keep saying it."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"You are impossible."

"So I've been told."

The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, painting golden patches across the path until the woods finally opened up.

Your breath caught.

The Enchanted Lake shimmered beneath the sunlight, the water sparkling like thousands of tiny diamonds. Wildflowers lined the shore, and a large picnic blanket had already been spread beneath an old willow tree.

You looked from the blanket...

...to Carlos.

"You did all this?"

He suddenly looked very interested in the grass beneath his shoes.

"Maybe."

"Carlos."

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.

"I wanted to do something nice."

Your heart melted.

"For me?"

"Well..."

He laughed quietly.

"I wasn't exactly planning on eating lunch by myself."

You couldn't help smiling.

"It's beautiful."

His shoulders relaxed immediately.

"You like it?"

"I love it."

"Really?"

You nodded without hesitation.

He let out the breath he'd apparently been holding.

"Good."

"I was worried it wasn't enough."

You reached over and took his hand.

"Carlos."

He looked up.

"You didn't have to do anything huge."

"I know."

"You being here would've been enough."

His cheeks turned pink.

"...You always know how to make me blush."

"Good."

The picnic was simple.

Sandwiches.

Fruit.

Cookies that Carlos admitted he'd needed help making because he'd almost burned the first batch.

"I don't bake."

"I noticed."

"Hey!"

You laughed as he playfully nudged your shoulder.

"They still taste good."

"They do."

"See?"

"I never said they didn't."

For a while, you simply sat together, listening to the gentle ripples of the lake.

It was peaceful.

Different from the Isle.

Different from Auradon.

Just... quiet.

Carlos looked over at you.

"You know..."

"Hm?"

"I've been thinking."

"That's usually dangerous."

He laughed.

"Very funny."

"I'm serious."

You smiled.

"Okay."

He fiddled with the edge of the picnic blanket.

"When we first met..."

"I honestly couldn't believe someone like you wanted to spend time with me."

You blinked.

"What?"

"You were so confident."

You laughed.

"Carlos."

"I was terrified."

"You hid it well."

"I absolutely did not."

You thought back.

"...Actually..."

He smiled triumphantly.

"Exactly."

You bumped his shoulder.

"Fine."

He smiled before becoming thoughtful again.

"You've always believed in me."

"Even when I didn't."

"You never laughed at me when I was scared."

"You never made me feel weak."

He looked at your intertwined hands.

"I don't think I've ever thanked you for that."

"You don't have to."

"I do."

His voice grew softer.

"You make me feel brave."

You felt your face warm.

"I don't think I do."

"You do."

He looked at you with complete sincerity.

"You make me want to be better."

The words settled gently between you.

"And..."

He smiled.

"I need you to know something."

"What?"

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I don't care what anyone says about where we came from."

"You deserve every good thing that's ever going to happen to you."

"And as long as I'm around..."

His smile turned determined.

"...I'll always protect you."

You looked at him for a long moment.

"What if I have to protect you?"

He laughed.

"I mean..."

"Fair."

"You've definitely scared off more people than I have."

You giggled.

"So we're protecting each other?"

"I like that better."

He nodded.

"Deal."

You held out your pinky.

Carlos stared at it for a second before laughing.

"A pinky promise?"

"It's serious business."

He hooked his pinky with yours.

"I promise."

"So do I."

The promise lingered between you long after your hands separated.

As the sun began to dip lower over the lake, Carlos rested against the old willow tree, and you leaned comfortably against his shoulder.

Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence.

The breeze stirred the branches overhead, the water sparkled in the fading light, and Carlos gently intertwined your fingers with his.

"This was the best surprise ever," you said quietly.

He smiled to himself.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

You tilted your head up and kissed his cheek.

His face immediately turned bright red.

"You know..."

He laughed nervously.

"I still don't think I'll ever get used to that."

"I kind of hope you don't."

"Oh?"

"I think it's cute when I make you blush."

Carlos groaned dramatically, hiding his face in his hands.

"I've created a monster."

You laughed, slipping your hand back into his.

"No."

You smiled warmly at him.

"You just planned the perfect date."

And judging by the grin he couldn't stop wearing for the rest of the afternoon, he couldn't have imagined a better ending.

[rosefantasy77]

AND YET ANOTHER CAMERON BOYCE REQUEST AND I THINK YOU KNOW WHO IT IS can I get a Simon smut Mabey it was after a big show Mabey he thought he didn’t do so well so you show him just how good he was if ya get what I mean

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Loudest Applause

girlfriend!reader x Simon Ostergaard

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Simon doesn't think he did well after a show, but you're there to show him that he did

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: smut, p n v sex, small angst, fluff, unprotected sex

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: YESSSS I gotchu. I love this idea. And I am so glad it's a smut. I need to do more smuts. Anyways, enjoy!

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The roar of the crowd still echoed in the back of the venue long after the lights had gone down.

Road cases rolled across the floor, crew members called to one another, and the adrenaline of the night slowly gave way to exhaustion.

Simon stepped offstage with a towel draped around his neck, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair.

Despite the cheers that had shaken the room only minutes before, he wore a thoughtful frown.

You caught up to him near the hallway leading to the dressing rooms.

"There you are."

He smiled when he saw you, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hey."

"You okay?"

He shrugged.

"I don't know."

You tilted your head.

"What do you mean?"

"I just..." He sighed. "I feel like I was off tonight. Missed a couple things. My timing felt weird. I don't think it was one of my better shows."

You stared at him for a second before letting out a small laugh.

"What?"

"You heard that crowd, right?"

"They're always loud."

"They were losing their minds, Simon."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't know..."

You stepped closer.

"I watched every second."

His attention shifted fully to you.

"You had everyone completely hooked. Every time you smiled, the front row lit up. Every song had people singing back to you. Even when you thought you messed something up—which, by the way, I didn't even notice—you recovered so naturally that nobody else did either."

He looked unconvinced.

"I mean it."

You reached up and adjusted the collar of his jacket.

"You were incredible."

His shoulders relaxed just a little.

"You always know what to say."

"Because it's true."

For the first time since leaving the stage, a genuine smile spread across his face.

"So..." he said, "you're saying I wasn't terrible?"

You laughed.

"I'm saying you're impossible."

Later that night, after the venue had emptied and the city had settled into its quieter hours, the two of you finally found yourselves back at his apartment.

The silence felt comforting after hours of music and cheering.

Simon kicked off his shoes by the door.

"I think this is the first quiet moment I've had all day."

"I figured you could use one."

He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with two glasses of water.

You curled up on the couch while he sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

The room was filled only with the soft hum of the city outside.

Eventually, Simon looked over.

"You really meant all that?"

You turned toward him.

"Every word."

He smiled, smaller this time.

"I guess I focus too much on the mistakes."

"I know."

"It's hard not to."

You reached for his hand.

"But you know what everyone else remembers?"

"What?"

"The way you made them feel."

His expression softened.

"I never think about it like that."

"You should."

He intertwined his fingers with yours.

"I'm really glad you're here."

"So am I."

He leaned his head against yours with a quiet sigh, some of the weight of the evening finally lifting.

"You've got this way of making everything seem...lighter."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It definitely is."

You smiled before gently brushing a kiss against his neck.

He looked at you with a surprised grin.

"Oh?"

"What?"

"I thought we were having a serious conversation."

"We were."

"So what was that?"

"Encouragement."

"I think I might need another dose."

You laughed.

"Convenient."

He leaned in, giving you every chance to close the distance—or not.

You chose to meet him halfway.

The kiss was slow and unhurried, carrying away the last traces of doubt he'd been holding onto all night.

When you finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling in a way that looked lighter than it had all evening.

"I think I'm feeling a lot better now."

"Good."

His hand found yours again, and he stole another quick kiss, this one accompanied by a quiet laugh.

"I have a feeling," he murmured, "that neither of us is going to sleep just yet."

Neither of you did. Clothes were all around the living room in y'all's apartment.

Simon slowly slid into you. Your walls fluttered around him, that original feeling coming back to life.

Simon started to move slowly. Your moans and his heavy breathing filled the apartment.

"S-Simon, go faster, baby. Be so good for me." You moaned.

Simon ordered your request. Going faster with each clench from your walls. You and Simon are so close. Both of you could feel it too.

"Simon, I'm so close. Gonna cum."

"Cum, baby. Wanna feel it. I need it."

Without another hesitation, you and Simon came. Your breaths and moans in sync. Simon fell down on your chest. Catching his breath.

You smiled softly after the intimate moment between you and Simon. Knowing you were proud of your boyfriend forever on.

[taintedandlost]

July 6th is the day Cameron Boyce passed. I seriously still don’t believe it, even all these years later. Your fans miss you Cam :(

[perfettamentechic]

7 luglio … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

7 luglio … ricordiamo …

[chaotic-rxses-zee-01]

Cameron, hope you’re resting easy in heaven, we lost you too soon. ❤️

[antoniadixon]

It’s been 7yrs since we lost Cameron Boyce RIP

[rosefantasy77]

It's meeeee. Can I request a Cameron Boyce x girlfriend!reader to honor 7 years of his death today. Just something cute. Where she just remembers him and goes to his grave and just talk to her and then she feels the peace that he is with her? Just something precious, you know? Thank you!!! You're amazing!

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Where the Sun Still Finds You

girlfriend!reader x dead!Cameron Boyce

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: It's been 7 years since Cam died, and you miss him so much, but he's always with you

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: angst, small fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: hiii! omg, i can't believe it's been 7 years. i miss him so much. enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The flowers in your hands had begun to wilt around the edges by the time you reached the cemetery, their petals softened by the summer heat. It felt strangely fitting. July had always carried warmth so effortlessly, and somehow that made missing Cameron ache a little more.

Seven years.

You'd repeated the number to yourself all morning, hoping it would eventually sound ordinary, but it never did. Seven years since the world had lost one of its brightest lights. Seven years since yours had quietly gone dim.

The path to his resting place was one you no longer needed to think about; your feet remembered it better than your mind did.

When you finally stopped in front of his grave, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding and knelt down, carefully placing the bouquet beside the headstone.

"Hi, Cam," you whispered with the smallest smile. "I'm late... you always teased me for that, remember?"

For a while, there was only silence. Not an uncomfortable silence—just the kind that invited memories to settle beside you. You brushed your fingertips over the cool stone before folding your hands in your lap.

"It's been... a lot," you admitted with a quiet laugh that caught on the edge of tears. "I still find myself reaching for my phone whenever something funny happens because my first thought is always, 'Cam would love this.'"

Your eyes drifted upward toward the trees swaying gently overhead.

"I watched that movie we always argued about again. I still think I'm right, by the way. You would've rolled your eyes so dramatically."

You smiled through the tears now, remembering the way he'd throw his head back when he laughed, how every room somehow became lighter simply because he was in it.

"People still talk about you, you know. They still tell stories. They still smile when they say your name. I don't think you ever realized how many hearts you carried around with you."

The breeze picked up just enough to stir the leaves above your head, sending little patches of sunlight dancing across the grass.

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth settle over your face.

"I miss you," you confessed, the words barely louder than the wind itself. "I miss hearing your voice. I miss your hugs. I miss the way you somehow knew exactly what to say whenever I convinced myself everything was falling apart. I miss the ordinary things the most."

You laughed softly again.

"You'd probably tell me not to spend all day crying here. You'd tell me to go get coffee, call my friends, watch the sunset, and actually live my life."

That thought made your chest tighten, but not with the sharp pain you'd expected. Instead, it felt gentler somehow, like remembering a favorite song after years of not hearing it.

Another breeze drifted through the cemetery, carrying the scent of fresh grass and summer flowers. You opened your eyes just as a single leaf spiraled lazily down from the branches above, landing near your shoe. It wasn't magic.

It wasn't a sign written across the sky. It was simply a quiet moment in an ordinary afternoon. And somehow, that was enough. You found yourself smiling without forcing it.

The heaviness in your chest hadn't disappeared, but it had shifted into something softer, something easier to carry. It was as if the love you'd been searching for wasn't trapped in memories or photographs or old messages—it had simply learned a different way to stay with you.

You stood slowly, brushing the grass from your jeans before looking down one last time.

"I think I'm going to be okay," you said quietly. "Not because I don't miss you anymore... I'll always miss you. But because loving you never really stopped. It just changed."

Your fingers rested lightly against the edge of the headstone for one last second. "Thank you for every laugh, every terrible joke, every hug, every reminder to be kind. I'll keep trying to make you proud."

As you turned to leave, the sun slipped free from behind the clouds, wrapping the path ahead in warm golden light. You couldn't explain why, but for the first time that day, your steps didn't feel so heavy.

You didn't feel alone. Not because grief had vanished, but because love had stayed. It always would.

And somewhere within the quiet rustle of the trees, the warmth of the afternoon sun, and every act of kindness you chose in the days ahead, it felt as though Cameron's light still found its way to you.

So you smiled, wiped away the last of your tears, and walked forward—carrying him not behind you, but gently within your heart.