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[SCAwood] Hate Mail
Title: You've got Hate Mail
Fandom: DC Comics + High School Musical crossover
Relationship: Tom Bronson / Sharpay Evans, delusional Peyton Leverett / Sharpay Evans
Summary: Tom knew things would change with Sharpay's fame. He just didn't expect hate mail as part of the package.
It wasn't until you started getting hate mail that you realized just how famous your girlfriend was. You were used to crazy fans - it came with superheroing - but not when it was directed against you. You hadn't exactly been the most popular kid in school, but you'd never been outright hated either. Not for the kinds of things these (underaged) fangirls were attacking you for.
ew look at his stubble! does he think that's hot??
her boyfriend's a grad student? for STATISTICS? what a nerd
aw she's dating someone not-famous! if she's into that, good on her. i don't think i could've tolerated a moment with a hipster musician.
Some of the more biting comments stung, yeah. You hadn't expected the hardcore fans to dig up photos of Sharpay and Peyton - ones from their college years - and proclaim that they were 'secretly in love' and that this thing she had with you? Your amazing whirlwind of a romance? Was some kind of PR stunt.
Dude, in what world?
You weren't ever going to be famous. Tom Bronson just couldn't be on Wildcat's level of fame, or people would start suspecting things. You'd already had to come clean to Peyton, once he'd realized that his dream girl and his girlfriend were the same person. (It only took him forever.) You weren't really looking forward to coming clean to the world. If you did, Sharpay would be a walking, sequined, neon-pink target. She already had the crazed fans; why add to the chaos with your own supervillains of the week?
So you just grinned and calmly deleted the messages from your Instagram account and your Facebook, right before you double-checked your passwords to make sure some other crazed stalker didn't hack into them.
The hate mail could keep coming for all you cared, but the delusional "shippers" were kind of cute, in their own twisted way. When Sharpay's and Peyton's seats were announced for some awards show, the Internet went wild. Apparently, in the hullabaloo, they'd completely forgotten that you were sandwiched right between them.
The day of the awards show? You were on the red carpet with Sharpay when all of a sudden, your phone rang.
You grimaced at the caller - if Uncle Jay was calling, it was almost certainly for business - when Sharpay just lightly kissed you on the cheek and told you to 'go ahead. Duty calls.'
The internet had a field day trying to decipher THAT statement, but the best part was? They completely and totally forgot you "were a threat," all because the sudden rearrangement meant that your best friend and your wife were seated right next to each other. For quite possibly the first time in your life, the fans' (you couldn't seriously call them shippers. You just COULDN'T) hatred towards you actually worked in your favor.
So yeah, you kept getting hate mail, and maybe sometimes you got random questions asking about Sharpay and your relationship with her, but you strangely didn't mind. After all, in all of this attention, you somehow miraculously kept your anonymity.
Fandom: DC Comics + High School Musical crossover
Relationship: Tom Bronson / Sharpay Evans, delusional Peyton Leverett / Sharpay Evans
Summary: Tom knew things would change with Sharpay's fame. He just didn't expect hate mail as part of the package.
It wasn't until you started getting hate mail that you realized just how famous your girlfriend was. You were used to crazy fans - it came with superheroing - but not when it was directed against you. You hadn't exactly been the most popular kid in school, but you'd never been outright hated either. Not for the kinds of things these (underaged) fangirls were attacking you for.
her boyfriend's a grad student? for STATISTICS? what a nerd
aw she's dating someone not-famous! if she's into that, good on her. i don't think i could've tolerated a moment with a hipster musician.
Some of the more biting comments stung, yeah. You hadn't expected the hardcore fans to dig up photos of Sharpay and Peyton - ones from their college years - and proclaim that they were 'secretly in love' and that this thing she had with you? Your amazing whirlwind of a romance? Was some kind of PR stunt.
Dude, in what world?
You weren't ever going to be famous. Tom Bronson just couldn't be on Wildcat's level of fame, or people would start suspecting things. You'd already had to come clean to Peyton, once he'd realized that his dream girl and his girlfriend were the same person. (It only took him forever.) You weren't really looking forward to coming clean to the world. If you did, Sharpay would be a walking, sequined, neon-pink target. She already had the crazed fans; why add to the chaos with your own supervillains of the week?
So you just grinned and calmly deleted the messages from your Instagram account and your Facebook, right before you double-checked your passwords to make sure some other crazed stalker didn't hack into them.
The hate mail could keep coming for all you cared, but the delusional "shippers" were kind of cute, in their own twisted way. When Sharpay's and Peyton's seats were announced for some awards show, the Internet went wild. Apparently, in the hullabaloo, they'd completely forgotten that you were sandwiched right between them.
The day of the awards show? You were on the red carpet with Sharpay when all of a sudden, your phone rang.
You grimaced at the caller - if Uncle Jay was calling, it was almost certainly for business - when Sharpay just lightly kissed you on the cheek and told you to 'go ahead. Duty calls.'
The internet had a field day trying to decipher THAT statement, but the best part was? They completely and totally forgot you "were a threat," all because the sudden rearrangement meant that your best friend and your wife were seated right next to each other. For quite possibly the first time in your life, the fans' (you couldn't seriously call them shippers. You just COULDN'T) hatred towards you actually worked in your favor.
So yeah, you kept getting hate mail, and maybe sometimes you got random questions asking about Sharpay and your relationship with her, but you strangely didn't mind. After all, in all of this attention, you somehow miraculously kept your anonymity.