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Movies about school shootings

Zero Day:

If you’re interested in Columbine, it’s a must watch. It’s an amazing movie with two main caracters, Andre Kriegman and Calvin Gabriel. They are in the role of Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, two school shooters back in the ‘90s. Most of the movie is about them getting ready to shoot their school up, they make videos about how and why they gonna do it. And then there’s a 15-minute-part, where the shooting is showed by the security cameras in the cafeteria. I liked it a lot, it’s mostly based on the true story of Columbine, and not boring at all.

The heart of America:

This movie got me cry. It’s super emotional to the ones who got bullied in the past. It’s about blustering in schools. The two main caracters want to stop people makikg fun of them, and they think the best way to do it is to kill people who made them feel bad and cry at home for years. But not both of them are sure if they want to do it or not… I think it was an amazing story with some totally great caracters in it, so I can only say that it’s a must watch if you want to see a meaningfull movie.

Duck! The Carbine High Massacre:

This was the first movie about Columbine, it was made only a half year after the massacre. Anyway, it’s a pretty much a low budget. I didn’t like it at all. The actors are terrible, even a child could play their roles better, and the story is just a bad imagine about the life of a boy who decides to shoot his school up. It’s a great film to watch if you’re bored, but I can’t promise you won’t get more bored.

Zero Hour:

A lot of people think Zero Day and Zero Hour are the same things, but no, these are two different, amazing movies. Zero Hour is a documentary of the Columbine Massacre, it’s only based on facts. You can find it on YouTube, it’s about 50 minutes long. The actors are amazing, and it was directed just as well. You should really watch it if you want to know more about Columbine.

Elephant:

Honestly, this was one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen. It‘s so slow and boring, I can’t even tell. It’s obviously an art movie, but still, it’s just terrible. The half of the movie is about kids walking around and doing nothing, but saying hi to everyone. There are meaningless things in it what I couldn’t put anywhere in myself. I feel like it was a waste of time for me, but who knows, maybe someone else would like this movie.

Bang Bang You’re Dead:

If i want to be honest, I should tell you: this is my favourite movie. It has te most incredible story line of all time. It’s about a teenager, who once made a bomb and planned to blow his school up, but he got caught before he could do it. It’s about his life after people finding out his plans, and how he has a chance of telling people why he wanted to do it and the way he felt, and still feels. He got a role in a play (also called bang bang you’re dead - by the way, it’s a great play), where he would have to play a school shooter. The only question is: how will the other kids react to it? It’s a very emotional movie, and a must watch for the ones who are able to feel the pain of caracters in movies.

Hello Herman:

This movie is about a boy who murdered 42 people at his school, but right before his arrest, he send a video of the shooting to a journalist, asking him to put him on his show. The journalist gets interested in the case and visits the boy in prison, where he takes videos of him, where he tells why he did it. I wouldn’t say i liked it, i found it a bit boring, but it wasn’t bad.

Bowling for Columbine:

This movie is a documentary about the life after Columbine, it’s not fictional, it’s only based on bloody facts. There are some of the injured people from the shooting in it, viewers can see them being in a wheelchair or not being able to move their legs or arms right. It’s not only about columbine, but mostly it is. It has a psychological view of the shooting that I really like. I think it’s a must watch for the ones who are interested in true crime.

April Showers:

This movie showed me how hard it is to be a survival of a shooting. It wasn’t the best movie I’ve ever seen, but it was special for me because of the storyline. The main caracters were survivals, who have lost their friends. It showed the pain of the family members and others. I wouldn’t say it’s one of the most emotional movies of all time, because that would be a lie, but still, it’s so meaningful. I think it’s a very good movie.

Heathers:

It’s a movie back from the ‘80s. It’s fictional and it’s about a mentally ill boy, who wants to kill his schoolmates, but then he falls in love with a famous girl from the school. Anyway, he starts killing the students and somehow he manipulates the girl to kill with him. After a while, the girl avoides him, so the boy plans something bigger - alone. He wants to blow up his school. The only question is that: will it be successfull?

These are ten of the most well known movies about school shootings. Have a great time watching them!

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Here is my gift exchange, a fic for @telli1206 ! Hope you enjoy a bit of whump Jaylos <3

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Lost Heart

Jay is good at playing cold-hearted.

He’s almost too good at it.

The minute he’s out of the hideout, his face is an immovable mask. He lets nothing faze him, makes sure his gaze is hardened. He’s good at picking pockets, at throwing the first punch, at telling lies that trap flies like honey. He doesn’t have room for emotions, not with the life he leads. The rumor that follows him around the Isle is that he cut out his own heart years ago in exchange for a treasure.

He likes that rumor. Usually. Usually, he gladly rides his assumed reputation through any minor skirmish, seeing as it keeps him safe from any kind of attachment that might make him weak or vulnerable.

But now it’s biting him in the ass.

“Come on, Carlos,” Jay groans, trying to drag the smaller boy away from the fray of battle.

“Stop, Jay! Leave me alone!” Carlos shouts, a hand white-knuckled around a pole, resisting Jay’s intentions. His voice is hoarse, though Jay can’t say if it’s from the thick swath of colored fumes from the smoke bombs alighting across the docks or the fact that there’s tears pouring from Carlos’ eyes.

Jay also isn’t sure if the tears are from the gaping side wound Carlos is clutching at with his free hand or from Jay’s honest, but misinterpreted, declaration of affection. Either way, he needs to get Carlos out of here.

It was a typical territory skirmish between Mal’s gang and the pirates. Usually Jay was at Mal’s side during these fights, but the pirates had been playing extra dirty this time—half of Mal’s gang was down for the count before they even reached the docks. Mal and Uma were still clashing steel, oblivious to the blood staining the wood below them. Carlos was an unfortunate bystander caught in the middle, now seriously suffering for it. Usually Jay would say it was his own fault for ending up in the middle of a turf war. Usually. But Jay would not just leave Carlos here. Not when he…no, focus.

“I’m getting you out of here, like it or not,” Jay huffed, giving Carlos a final yank.

Carlos’ hand finally left the pole and he squawked indignantly. Jay tried to get him to walk, stringing one of Carlos’ arms over his shoulder, but Carlos dug his heels into the ground stubbornly, grimacing in pain. It was obvious that he wouldn’t be going anywhere of his own accord. Jay resorting to scooping up the smaller boy bridal style.

Carlos squirmed in disagreement but hissed in pain at his wound. He settled reluctantly against Jay’s chest as the taller boy began twirling and ducking through the fight.

“I despise you right now,” Carlos muttered, though he turned his face into Jay’s shirt as a billowing blue smoke bomb exploded in front of them.

Carlos knows better than to believe someone cares about him.

He especially knows better than to believe Jay, who is a known thief, player, brawler, and, most relevantly, liar.

But he really doesn’t have any room for argument, not with him being carried bridal style—legs draped over one of Jay’s arms, his back supported by the other—through a gang fight, bleeding severely from just under his ribs.

Jay is the one carrying him, despite Carlos’ protests and attempts to cling to the pole he’d been laying against.

Carlos is clinging on to Jay tightly, because his weight has not lessened Jay’s acrobatic ability. They are spinning and ducking and weaving through the throng of fighting, somehow avoiding blades and bombs and fists.

If he wasn’t in so much pain, Carlos might be impressed. Jay might be the biggest liar on the Isle, but he was also one of the more adept fighters. But, he had to be, given the fact that he was Mal’s second-in-command.

Carlos didn’t like Mal, daughter of Maleficent, leader of the Dragon’s Curse gang, commander of the most important territory on the Isle. She never ran a clean deal. Uma, on the other hand, always gave exactly what she promised. Sea witch honor, or something like that. Which was why he’d been caught in the middle of this skirmish. He was visiting Uma with a finished repair and then—Mal had made a move on Uma’s territory and one thing after the other, he found himself bleeding out on the docks.

Then Jay had appeared, backlit with the flash of a smoke bomb that created a blinding white halo around his silhouette.

Carlos hadn’t wanted anything to do with the boy, especially since he was with Mal and technically, Carlos was aligned with Uma when the fighting started. He had been waiting for a knock-out blow (no one liked to kill when they could subdue) but then Jay had done something totally unexpected.

“Carlos…” the taller boy had leaned down, his long hair providing a curtain between the two of them and the fight. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Carlos hissed back. “I’m bleeding out on the docks, thank you very much. Not really something I consider being okay.”

Jay muttered an inspiring string of curses in return.

“I’m going to get you out of here, get you fixed up,” Jay said finally, looking down into Carlos’ eyes with a sort of…sincerity.

“What?” Carlos had been unable to form a full thought with Jay’s dark brown eyes melting into his own.

“I gotta…I’m going to take care of you, okay?” Jay hissed, agitated.

“Why?” Carlos hissed back, fuzzy headed and fumbling for some kind of logic in what was happening.

“…I…you…I…” Jay looked angrily from side to side, looking to see who was listening. There was no one, just the harsh clang of blades meeting in the smoke all around. “I…care about you, Carlos DeVil, and there’s no way in Evil you’ll die on my watch.”

Jay pushed through the colored air, grinding his teeth. He wished he didn’t care if Carlos meant what he’d last said or not. He couldn’t afford the distraction of emotions right now.

A solid thunk sounded just in front of them, and Jay slid to a jerky stop.

“Well, now, if it isn’t the snake,” a coy voice cooed, stepping out from a cloud of black smoke.

Harry Hook stood menacingly in front of them, his sword pried loose from the pier pole and swinging threateningly alongside his shining hook.

“Where are you taking the pup, hmm? Little Prince of Thieves a dognaper now?” Harry crooned, that crooked smile of his dragging up his face as he took in Carlos’ wounded form. “Ahhh, is the puppy wounded? Playing hero, are we Jay?”

“What’s it to you, Hook?” Jay growled, trying to sidestep the pirate but Harry kept pace easily, blocking his path.

“Nothing, really,” Harry grinned, blue eyes flashing. “But it’s something to you, and that’s all I need for motive.”

Carlos gave a feeble groan, his body slackening in Jay’s arms. Jay glanced down at the boy, unnerved to see what little color Carlos had fully drained from his face. He needed to get Carlos out of here, fast.

“Let me pass, Harry,” Jay tried to keep his voice harsh, desperate as he was. “Or else.”

Harry tapped his chin delicately with his hook.

“Let me think…Nah,” the pirate boy smirked, bringing his sword in a sharp arc down towards Jay’s left.

Jay dodged Harry’s attack, not as smoothly as he would have liked due to his passenger, but still, a few more clumsy steps put him out of Harry’s range.

“You! Get back here!” Harry’s voice cawed behind them, but Jay didn’t stop to hear the end of the threat. Instead he kept moving, trying to avoid jostling Carlos as they sprinted away from the battle.

Jay didn’t slow down until the wooden planks of the dock cut into dirt, and even then he only slowed to a smooth trot. He looked down at Carlos again, relieved to see the other boy’s eyes still open, though glassy.

“You still with me?” Jay murmured, shifting their means to back alleys to avoid running into anyone.

“Hmmm,” Carlos responded, not really sure what Jay was asking. His side hurt and his head was spinning from the blood loss. He could hear Jay’s heart pounding right next to his cheek, like if he put his face against Jay’s chest he would be able to feel each contraction of the muscle.

“Okay, just a little further,” Jay said, still speaking softly.

He was taking Carlos to the hideout. Mal would throw a fit about it later, but it wasn’t like Carlos was coherent enough to remember the route.

They reached the ramshackle building quickly, and Jay shoved open the side door with a shoulder, shifting Carlos so his head wouldn’t hit the frame. Then he began the steep ascent to the top floor, the only floor that was fully intact in the building. It was a well-built structure, but the lower three floors had caught fire a few years ago, rendering those spaces unusable. It was truly strange that the fire hadn’t reached the top floor, though Jay had a feeling Mal had something to do with that. Now everyone assumed the whole building was condemned and left it—and him and Mal—alone.

“Okay, I have to put you down so I can unlock the door, okay?”

Jay gently leaned Carlos against the wall as he turned to fiddle with the large padlock on the door. It didn’t have a key—instead he and Mal had to pick it every time they returned. It wasn’t the best method, but it did what they needed it to.

Jay turned back to Carlos just as the wounded boy tipped over onto his side.

“Carlos!” Jay yelped, grabbing him right before Carlos’ head hit the top step. “Yikes, dude, let’s get you inside.”

Carlos didn’t respond, just blinked slowly as Jay maneuvered his limp body into the hideout.

The room was drafty, despite all the scraps of cloth Jay and Mal had tucked into the cracks in the walls. But there was lots of natural light, which meant they were able to save on candles.

Jay set Carlos on the couch, a creaky heavily patched thing. It had been hell for him to drag up the stairs until Mal had suggested they take it apart and then reassemble it upstairs.

“Don’t move okay?”

Carlos gave Jay a feeble glare, raising an eyebrow. Jay shrugged in response and went to get the first aid supplies from under the sink.

It was a meager stash, but it was the Isle. The mainland didn’t exactly ship over brand new medical supplies. So he and Mal had scavenged some strong needles and thread, clean cloths for bandages, and a bottle of antiseptic, which was one of their more valued finds. He shook the bottle. They were running low. Hopefully Carlos’ wound wouldn’t need too much.

Actually, he really hoped Carlos’ wound wasn’t that bad. Sure, there was a lot of blood loss. But that didn’t mean it was deep or had hit any vital organs. If it was bad enough, he’d have to get a healer, which would be costly.

Sighing, Jay turned back to Carlos, setting his jaw determinedly. He was the one who’d decided to save Carlos, so he was going to do it, Evil be damned.

Why was Jay helping him?

Despite his lack of focus and aching body, that was the only coherent thought Carlos could formulate. Why had Jay carried him out of battle, brought him to what he assumed was Mal’s hideout, and why was Jay so insistent about patching him up? Why?

Carlos was a firm believer in logic. Formulas, point a to point b, clear evidence. But Jay was evading all of those, and now Carlos was lost.

He and Jay hadn’t had many interactions, at least not ones Carlos could recall. A few times he’d traded some of his mother’s things (only stuff she wouldn’t miss) for some food or machine parts. And of course, they both went to school sometimes. But Carlos was unaligned (as in, didn’t run with any specific gang, which is how he liked it), and Mal didn’t like that. She liked when people were either on her side or an enemy. She didn’t do well with ambiguity. Carlos didn’t know how Jay felt about his refusal to join up with Mal or anyone else. Evil, he hoped this whole knight-in-shining-armor-thing wasn’t a ploy to coerce him into Mal’s gang. Oh, Evil, that was the angle, wasn’t it? So Carlos would owe him?

Carlos groaned, overwhelmed.

“Hey, shhh,” Jay was now kneeling in front of him, gently cutting away Carlos’ shirt. “Try not to move too much, okay?”

Carlos grunted, unable to do much more than watch Jay swim in and out of his vision.

Jay took a deep breath and Carlos craned his neck to see how his wound looked. It looked bloody.

“I don’t think it’s too deep,” Jay said, gently wiping away the dried blood from the gash. “Just…”

“Bloody,” Carlos finished for him, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“I’m going to clean it, so don’t move okay?”

“Mhm.”

Carlos heard Jay pour something onto a cloth, and then he felt the sharp sting of wound clearer against his side. He hissed but forced himself to stay still as Jay kept going.

“Yeah, not too deep,” Jay muttered, mostly to himself. “I’m going to stitch it up, okay, Carlos?’

Carlos grunted in agreement, eager to be done and find out what Jay wanted from him. He was tired. All he wanted to do was lay down until his side stopped hurting.

“Sorry we don’t have anything for the pain,” Jay seemed to read his mind. “I’ll try and be quick.”

“S’fine,” Carlos said tightly. Pain he was used to. What he wasn’t used to was someone caring about how he felt.

Jay set to work stitching him up, trying to keep his stiches as neat as possible. Sewing human skin was not as easy as fabric, but he’d patched up Mal (and himself) more than a few times, so he managed fairly well.

Carlos was a bit surprised at how quickly Jay worked. He hadn’t expected the brawn to be so gentle.

Jay began tidying up, throwing out the bloodied bandages and putting away the emergency kit. Carlos watched, still fuzzy, but relieved he was no longer bleeding out.

“Did you mean it?”

Jay froze, and turned back to Carlos.

“Mean what?”

“What you said at the docks. About caring about me.”

Jay flushed, dropping his gaze to his now empty hands.

“Yes,” Jay finally said, his voice small.

“Why?”

“I dunno,” Jay crossed the room to a window, avoiding looking at Carlos. “I just…do, I guess.”

Carlos didn’t say anything back, just watched Jay fidget.

“I know it’s the Isle,” Jay said, hoping to defend himself. “But I think you deserve better. Better than Cruella and scavenging for food and…”

“So do you, though. We all do.”

“But especially you. You’re not…like the rest of us…”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not…cruel. I don’t think you could be evil even if you tried.”

If Carlos had been more together he might have been insulted. But instead, he felt…understood. He wasn’t evil, even with Cruella the puppy killer as a mother. Even growing up on an island populated only with criminals. He didn’t like it. He did what he needed to survive, of course, but he liked to think he kept his morals as much as possible.

“And you care about me because of that?”

Jay shrugged, finally meeting Carlos’ eyes. Carlos wasn’t expecting to see just a boy, only a few years older than him, who hurt and stole because he had to, not because he wanted to.

Carlos just nodded, too weary to pry any further.

“You can stay here,” Jay noticed Carlos’ eyes drooping. “So I can make sure you don’t die in your sleep, or anything.”

“Won’t Mal be mad?” Carlos asked, already tucking himself on his side.

“She’s always mad,” Jay chuckled.

Carlos snorted in agreement and let his eyes drift shut. Jay pulled a blanket from a bed and gently tossed it over Carlos.

“Jay?” Carlos opened one eye.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Carlos whispered.

Jay just smiled in response.

“Get some rest.”

Carlos obeyed, shutting his eyes and let himself drift off.

Jay perched in a chair near the door, watching the other boy. He looked even younger than normal, the color returned to his freckled cheeks.

Yeah. He did care about Carlos. Maybe too much.

Afterall, he did still have his heart.

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Why have I never invested in Harry/Carlos friendship 😩💚‼️

oh, something you'd write?

right at the top of my head i see harry playing pirate cupid to get carlos and jay together. harlos shenanigans as in harry's over the top advice like horrible pick up lines, raccoon eyes and hosting a party and carlos being so desperate to ask jay out before he loses his chance that he actually goes along with the madness and jay at some point figures out whats happening but lets it happen just out of pure amusement, to see how far carlos is willing to go bc its endearing. they eventually talk about it, fluffy and flustered dialogue and they do go on that date in the end

Ok Sofia, you killed me with this because now I have a WHOLE fic in my head that I just couldn't stop writing. Flustered Carlos, comin' right up 😉

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"Hey, Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry sighs, clearly bored as he glances from the book splayed in his lap.

Carlos stifles a giggle, his fingers fiddling with the pages of his textbook.

"Are you...a carbon sample?"

Harry flicks out the tip of his tongue, his brow furrowing harshly as he thinks.

"Am I...wha?"

"You know, a carbon sample. Like from a life form." Carlos nods, his lips twitching into a smile. He looks so excited, Harry couldn't dare disappoint him.

"I...guess? You tell me, Pup. Am I?"

Carlos grin spreads wide. "I would think so. Cause I want to date you!" Carlos bursts, his laugh loud and boisterous. "Get it? Cause you’re a-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry interrupts with a groan. “I get it.”

Carlos frowns. “So...you don’t like it? M-my pickup line? I thought it was a good one.”

Harry perks a brow. “Pickup line? What do ye need one of those for?”

Carlos bites his lip, watching Harry silently for a minute before looking back down at his textbook and flipping through some pages. He pauses and points at a certain page, quirking a smile to himself before catching Harry’s eye again.

“You make me hotter than sulfur hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate!”

Harry’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head as Carlos giggles gleefully. 

“Isn’t that great? It’s perfect! Who wouldn’t melt at that one?”

“Pup, I can’t understand a fuckin’ word ye just said.” Harry snickers, but guilt pools in his gut instantly when he sees Carlos’ face fall.

“So...you don’t think it would work?”

“Work for what??” Harry groans, slamming his book shut. “Are ye tryin’ to pick me up or somethin’? I didn’t know I was yer type to be honest.”

“No! Not that!” Carlos startles, scrambling off the bed and dropping his book in the process. He yelps and jumps back when the heavy spin clunks to the floor. “I-I was just...practicing. On you. For...someone else.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry’s brows rise curiously. “Who’s the someone, then? Spill, puppy.”

Carlos stills, his mouth gaped open. He swallows thickly but stays silent, even as Harry leans in expectantly.

The door swings open just then, distracting Harry, and Carlos lets out a breath as Jay strolls in, smiling wickedly at the two boys at Carlos’ bed.

“Whoops, hey guys! Am I...interrupting? Cause I can-”

Jay thumbs back towards the door, and Carlos lets a shocked squeak escape before shaking his head vigorously.

“Nononono! W-we’re studying! Just...just studying!” He lunges forward to snatch his book from the ground, holding it out in front of him as he glances from Jay to Harry, eyes blown wide. “Tell him, Harry!”

“Actually...” 

Harry snaps his book closed and slides off the bed, ignoring Carlos’ pointed glare. He smirks at Jay, noticing immediately when the teasing smile slips from the boy’s face. He grabs for Carlos’ hand, yanking him close and relishing in the heat rising behind Jay’s eyes at the action.

“Pup’s helping with meh party plannin’,” Harry replies as he starts leading Carlos to the door. “The room’s all yers, Jay. Don’t miss us too much!” He adds with a waggle of his fingers.

Carlos watches Jay’s face twist in confusion as they pass him by, his own face mirroring the same emotions as soon as the door closes behind them.

“What the hell, Harry?!”

Harry just chuckles and continues walking.

“Don’ worry, puppy. I’ve got a plan.”

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Carlos does his best to huddle himself into the farthest corner of the dining room. The party is in full swing already. It took less than an hour for the entire castle to fill with people, practically shoulder to shoulder in every room and even outside. The music is booming so loud Carlos’ feet are a little tingly and numb, the strong vibrations from the sound already shaking him to the core. It’s the absolute perfect setting to just make himself...disappear. And if Harry can’t find him...well, then he won’t need to follow through with the plan. 

Carlos sighs at the very thought. The plan. If he had the guts to speak up against Harry, he would have shut it down from the second Harry’s eyes lit up after he confronted Carlos about his feelings for Jay. But the pirate was rambling on about the party and “getting Carlos and Jay alone” and “love confessions” before Carlos even had time to process what was going on. And now he’s stuck at this party, waiting for Harry to launch this setup into action, and his mind is reeling with fear and anxiety and a slew of worst case scenarios of all the ways tonight could go terribly, TERRIBLY wrong for him.

Which is why it’s better to hide from Harry now to avoid all of this. It’s for the best, obviously. For everyone. He can continue to tuck away every romantic thought he has for Jay, and Jay can remain blissfully unaware of how Carlos feels, and Harry can go back to minding his own damn business and staying out of Carlos’ love life. Win-win-win.

If only fucking fate agreed with him.

“Oy, pup! There y’are. I swear, if I didn’t know any better I might think yer hidin’ from me or somethin’.”

Carlos scoffs lightly, refusing to look Harry in the eye as he settles beside him on the sofa, grinning wildly.

“Jay jus’ got here. I saw ‘im walkin’ in with some of his Tourney mates. Ye ready?” He asks with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Carlos chews on the corner of his mouth and tries to tuck his trembling hands in his lap, but Harry notices immediately, his brow furrowing with concern.

“C’mon, pup. Yer ready for this! What did we talk about?”

“Jus-we...I can...” He pauses to suck in a quick breath through his teeth. “All I have to do is...ask him if we can talk, and then be honest. Tell him how I feel.”

Harry nods. “Trus’ me pup. It’s gonna work better then ye think.” He grabs Carlos’ shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “I promise, yeh’ve got nothin’ te worry about.”

“B-but,” Carlos bites down on his quivering lip. “Don’t you think, a pickup line might work better? I mean, Jay uses them ALL the time, he probably relates to them better than just, talking about feelings! Like, I could tell him he’s hotter than a Bunsen burner-”

“Puuuup!” Harry groans, dropping his head in his hands. “We’ve been over this! That’s not gonna work. Just, just follow the plan, ok? I didn’t spend all day helpin’ ye talk through what ta say fer nothin’.”

Carlos juts a pout, but finally relents, his shoulders sagging as he forces a weak nod. Harry smugs happily, giving Carlos a firm smack on the back.

“Atta boy! Stay right here, ok?” Harry jumps up, exagerrating a skip towards the door. “I’ll bring ye yer boy in just a sec!”

Carlos fights down a huff as Harry disappears through the doorway. He fixes his gaze on the now empty entrance, dragging a hand down his face as he pictures the boy walking through it that makes his heart flutter, greeting Carlos with the same casual grin that always sends his stomach tumbling. He has no idea how he’s going to get it together enough to tell Jay the truth. Just the idea is enough to have Carlos’ heart thudding right through his chest. 

Carlos takes a deep breath and straightens himself upright, chin tipped with his best fake confident smile pointed at the door. If he’s going to get through this, he’ll have to improvise.

And he makes that decision at the best possible time, because Harry is stumbling through the doorway then, laughing heartily alongside Jay as pulls him by the arm into the room where Carlos is seated.

“Oy! See?? I told ya I knew where pup was hidin’.”

Harry gestures to Carlos, but Jay pays him no mind, his smile already so broad and warm and directed right at Carlos. 

And Carlos smiles back, a warm pricking heat settling in his chest, which is only getting worse with each step his best friend is taking towards him. By the time Jay is beside him, Carlos feels like his whole torso is on fire, and he silently hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as his insides must be.

“Hey C!” Jay’s grin only brightens as he plops himself down on the couch next to Carlos. “I’m glad Harry knew where to find you. It’d probably been hours before I found you without his help.”

Jay turns back to Harry, who’s now smirking proudly, and Carlos sneaks a glare his way when the pirate fucking winks at him. Subtle.

“Not a problem, Jay! I wouldn’t want ye both missin’ out on a good time cause ye spent the whole night lookin’ fer each other,” Harry coos dramatically, casting a gentlemanly bow in their direction. “But if ye don’ need me anymore, I should see what meh lil’ Gilly’s up to. Lemme find him and we’ll be back in two shakes!” He emphasizes with two fingers in the air as he backs out the door. Carlos rolls his eyes and Jay bursts into a laugh as they watch the pirate go, letting it die slowly as they shift into an uncomfortable silence.

Carlos lets his gaze drift down to his lap, where his fingers are tangling and untangling as he thinks. He knows Jay’s watching him curiously, and he really needs to say something before Jay starts worrying if something might actually be wrong.

“C-”

“So, you know something?” Carlos interjects. He looks up into Jay’s widened eyes. They’re almost inky black, so deep and dark and beautiful. He quickly looks away before he risks getting lost in them. “I think...bunsen burners. They’re. Hot.”

Jay perks a brow. “Yeah?”

“I mean. Not as hot as you. You’re hot. Like a bunsen burner. No! Hotter. Bunsen burners are hot, like really hot. Cause they’re on fire! With gas. A gas flame. And you’re...you’re hotter, than that. Than a Bunsen Burner.”

Carlos knows he must be red now. His face is hot and he’s near breathless from his outburst. He buries his head in his hands immediately, muffling an embarassed groan. That was most definitely NOT the smooth pickup line he had thought it was going to be.

He hears a faint chuckle, and dares a peek through his fingers. Jay’s bright white smile is aimed right at Carlos, and he tips his head to spy at Carlos as soon as he sees the teen looking his way. Carlos yips and tries to hide again, but Jay grabs his hands then, pulling them down and away from his face.

“So. You think I’m hot? I mean, I think that’s pretty safe to assume, right? After the number of times you just said it.” Jay’s tone is a little teasing, but Carlos relaxes at his sincere smile.

“Yeah...but. It-It’s not just that,” Carlos stammers. He pauses, taking a deep breath as Jay smirks slightly at him. There’s no point in stopping now.

“The thing is...I’m n-nothing, special. Nothing. Just a nerd, with my books. I-I could. I would. Just, disappear, if it were up to just me.”

Jay frowns immediately at that, lunging closer to Carlos. 

“C! You know that’s not true. Don’t say that!” He tries to wrap an arm around Carlos, but Carlos pulls away with a firm shake of his head. “But C, you’re so speci-”

“Jay, I’m not.” He repeats, pursing his lips tightly. “I’m just. I’m table sugar.”

Jay sits straight up, brows raised. “You’re...what??”

“S-sugar,” Carlos shrugs casually. “You know, it’s plain stuff. It just...it sits in a bowl in the kitchen. It’s useful, sure, but people ignore it, mostly. No one cares about sugar. If it’s there or not.”

He sighs, taking in Jay’s befuddled expression. Maybe this won’t work.

“Alone, I mean. No one cares about just sugar alone. Does that make sense? I’m sorry, it doesn’t,” he answers himself, waving at Jay to not answer. Jay clamps his mouth shut, eyes still intently focused on Carlos.

“I’m trying to make a point, I promise. I think it’ll make sense.”

Jay fights back a smile, lips curling on their own accord. But he manages to bite them in tightly and nod, satisfying Carlos enough to urge him to continue.

“You, Jay? You. You are...not. Table sugar. Not even close. You...are...y-you’re really, something.”

Carlos looks up at Jay then, a soft smile on his lips. Jay’s flushing a little, cheeks and neck pinked, and Carlos tries not to look too delighted at the reaction, but truthfully he feels like he could burst.

“You’re potassim chlorate!” he shouts, a little loud, a little suddenly. Jay startles and stares at Carlos in shock.

“I’m. I’m, what now?”

“I-it’s a really cool compound,” Carlos continues, trying to reassure Jay. “Potassium chlorate. It’s white, crystalline...really pretty.” Carlos blushes at his words, glancing quickly at Jay. “It’s kind of. Volatile, I guess. But not in a bad way!” He jumps in. “Like, in a way that makes everything it comes close to, kind of, come...to life? Maybe, wake up, is a better way to describe it. It’s helpful combined in a lot of ways. It’s...pretty amazing.”

Jay grins as Carlos continues, his chest puffing proudly at the description Carlos is painting of him. And Carlos smiles back. 

“And so...with table sugar...”

Jay perks up immediately at that, his eyes lit up and at full attention. 

“Sugar has a, special, reaction to Potassium Chlorate,” Carlos emphasizes. “So, like, when you add them together, they create this really intense...heat energy. It actually, it makes this really super hot, crazy beautiful purple flame. Their reaction is SO hot, it actually makes fire! It’s the coolest thing.”

“Purple flame?” Jay snickers. “So, they make a Mal? Seriously, an extra fiery purple fire fits our baby dragon to a T.”

Carlos’ face drops, and he shakes his head emphatically.

“No, no no!” Carlos huffs, his frustration clear on his face. “That’s not - ok, that is good for Mal, but that’s not what I meant! I was talking about you and me, Jay! Us!”

Carlos points back and forth between them, is expression grim. Until he sees Jay’s still even smile, and his finger slows to a stop in his lap.

“So...” Jay starts slowly. “You think we’re...hot, together?”

Carlos’ breath hitches. “It’s not...I mean that’s how you...I feel like...”

But Carlos is interrupted by Jay’s hand looping around his neck, pulling him in close.

“Chill, C. You’re a little heated,” Jay chuckles, his breath washing over Carlos’ face. “You’re right. We are hot together.”

Carlos’ face softens at that, and he launches forward, capturing Jay’s lips in a firm but fast kiss. But when he tries to lean away, Jay pushes him back in with the hand still at his nape, kissing him again and slowing their lips into a more passionate movement. It’s some time before they finally break away again, both a little dazed and a lot breathless.

“Oyyyy! Finally! Took ye long enough, lads!”

Carlos and Jay both jerk towards the door, pushing away from each other awkwardly to adjust themselves as Harry struts in, Gil tucked under his arm. Both are smiling broadly.

“You were right Harry! They are sucking face like fishes!” Gil muses, looking at Carlos and Jay. “I guess you both really like each other!”

“That they do, Gilly,” Harry agrees, kissing the blonde’s temple. “An’ they’re lucky they’ve got someone like me to save their pathetic, mooning lil’ asses.”

Carlos and Jay roll their eyes, but Gil stares at Harry with wide-eyed admiration.

“That’s great, Harry! You should maybe do you next, huh? Set yourself up with Ben? You’re mooning’s getting a little pathetic, too!”

Harry slaps a hand over Gil’s mouth, grumbling as Carlos and Jay both burst into laughter. He retreats out of the room swiftly, now tugging Gil behind him with a yelp. Jay lets his hand slip to Carlos’ waist as their laughter fades, scooping the boy to halfway sit on his lap. 

“Well that was pretty great, but I guess we do owe Harry, don’t we?” He grins when Carlos wraps his arms around Jay’s neck, his fingers teasingly pulling at Jay’s hair.

“I guess,” Carlos sighs, pouting a little. “I hated his plan, but it pretty much worked. But, can we thank him later maybe?”

“Sure,” Jay teases a smirk. “What should we do until then?”

Carlos leans back in, pressing his lips softly to Jay’s. “How about, we just pick up where we left off? Hot stuff,” He adds, perking a brow.

Jay snorts, pecking at Carlos’ lips again. “You got it, sugar.”

[arch-josidiah]

Descendants Fic Masterlist: Oneshots

Last Updated: 16 October 2021

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Because This Must Be • [ AO3 | Tumblr ] Teen | 2.7 K | Carlos-centric, min. Jaylos | Angst (Hopeful Ending)

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Last Updated: 17 October 2021

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➼ Descendants Fic Masterlist: Oneshots

[arch-josidiah]

jaylos + howling <3

@moorsgrimhilde hi hello thank you my dear <3<3 this is way late, but I'm pretending it's still october, it's fine djaskgjsklgjdka andddd uh, what to say about this... the words went rogue... and I allowed it

CW: Implied anxiety disorder, references to past trauma and bullying

Howling isn’t something Carlos likes to do in front of people. It’s a bit like singing, except that it’s not—because people sing. But they don’t howl. Not unless they’re trying to get a rise out of their dog, anyway. And, well, he’d… been that "dog" a few too many times, back on the Isle, what since word had gotten out what he was. Had become.

He was barked and growled at more than he'd ever done the same to anyone, even the times when the instinct rose like bile to his lips. He would swallow it down. He'd be no one's amusement. They'd laugh, either way, at their own stupid selves and the mockery they made.

He thought he'd left that behind him when he left the Isle.

No one here—at least not yet—had an inkling what he was, and so it couldn't be personal.... what happened. Maybe apart from the fact that Jay hadn't thought twice. He'd grinned and laughed and joined the team in howling to the night sky as they all huddled on the field.

"A-a-awooooo!" "Aaaa-whoooop!" "Awooooooo-ga!"

Someone had ribbed him for not having any "spirit," quiet as he was. Someone else had defended him as "shy," but it sounded... insulting.

Jay hadn't said anything.

And neither had Carlos.

Not that they didn't speak at all later, but not about that.

Not until one particular evening when Carlos was alone in the dorm room while Jay was out with some of the guys from the team. He'd invited Carlos, of course, but Carlos had—predictably—turned him down. He didn't mind some alone time, if the alternative wasn't just him and Jay or the girls. Alone time meant he could study without any distractions. Alone time meant he could maybe even... sing...?

That's what he called it in his head. That's what he wanted it to be.

So it was he'd begun to sing in that certain language of creatures he both was and wasn't. He kept his voice low, barely a whisper, until he stepped in the shower. Easier to study when he felt fresh and clean, so he took his time with sudsing and scrubbing and singing—(as he was ever determined to think of it)—over the sound of the water.

No, Carlos didn't like to howl in front of people, but if he was being honest with himself? He liked howling. It just made him feel... calm.

And that was nice while it lasted.

Which was up to the point where he saw Jay through the crack in the door, which he'd left ajar to vent the steam, since the bathroom didn't have a window or a working fan, but well, that was besides the point.

The point was Jay being where and when he shouldn't. In the room. On Carlos' bed, since it was closest to the bathroom. Just sitting on the corner and staring shamelessly at Carlos, who promptly yanked the door shut and melted onto the floor, eyes wide, heart pounding.

Evil, it's not like Jay didn't know what he was, but still, the thought that Jay had heard him, ugh, howling in the shower was so fucking...

Embarrassing, he jeered at himself internally, pulling the towel up over his head and burying his face between his knees with a groan.

It was a long while, probably—or a very short one; he wasn't sure—before he picked himself up off the floor, wrapped the towel around his waist, and dared to open the door, which tattled with a creak.

Jay glanced over from where he'd moved to the couch, but he didn't say anything—and neither did Carlos. Jay looked back to the TV and Carlos got dressed and then. And then what? Carlos chewed his lip.

"Sorry," Jay said suddenly, glancing back at Carlos again. He paused, and then added quickly, "I wasn't trying to be a creep or anything..."

Carlos shrugged. "Nothing you haven't seen before," he mumbled.

"Yeah," was all Jay replied, shifting awkwardly on the couch.

There was a palpable silence before they both spoke at once:

"I like your voice."

"Do you want to— what?"

Jay scratched at his neck. "I just... didn't know you could sing."

"I wasn't—I mean, I can't—it's not—" Carlos sighed in frustration. "I didn't think you were here," he said, at last, seizing on his chance to change the subject. "Thought you said you'd be back late and stuff."

"Oh, uh..." Jay cleared his throat. "Yeah, you know, I just got bored."

Carlos frowned and looked at Jay, who was sitting stiffly, shoulders hunched. "Did something happen...?" he asked, taking a slow step forward, head tilting as he examined what he could see of Jay.

"No, nothing, don't worry about—"

"Jay," said Carlos, quirking an eyebrow.

"Seriously, look at me, I'm fine! More than fine, I'm—"

"If you say hot, I'm kicking your ass," Carlos interrupted, deadpan.

That got a quiet chuckle out of Jay, though he still just shrugged and insisted, "I'm fine." He looked at Carlos, who raised his eyebrow only a fraction higher. That, it seemed, was enough to break Jay, because he grimaced and muttered, "I didn't want to go to a strip club, okay?"

Carlos snorted, a little surprised when Jay glared at him. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Jay shot back, defensive. "They hadn't told me..."

"Huh." Carlos moved toward the couch, bare feet dragging lazily over the carpet. He'd almost forgotten how they'd gotten on this topic. It was at the back of his mind somewhere, but all he was really thinking about was Jay. "So... you came back," he said plainly, taking a seat.

"Yeah," said Jay, staring ahead to the TV, which was playing on mute. "I thought you'd be studying. I was just gonna... go to sleep, I guess."

"It's eight o' clock," Carlos informed him, allowing a half-smile.

"I didn't want to distract you from your 'process,'" Jay retorted almost sulkily, though Carlos was sure there was some sarcasm in there, too.

"Disturbingly considerate of you," Carlos replied with a smirk.

"Hmph. I was going for disgustingly thoughtful, actually."

Carlos snorted, Jay cracked a smile, and just a few minutes later, the two of them were leaning precariously into the middle of the couch, soon to be bumping shoulders. Jay had offered to take a walk and let Carlos get on with his plan to study, but Carlos had grabbed for the remote and told him to pick something good instead. That was that.

Enough was said between the lines, for now—for both of them.

[arch-josidiah]

THE SCARLET WITCH