#JaylosJune2018

[bunny-lou]

JaylosJune 5

Week 2

Tuesday, June 26th - “Your dog is practically a matchmaker.” (Fluff)

Dude is a good boy. But he’s not a Good Boy, at least not according to Pongo.

In fact, if you were to ask for the dalmatian’s opinion - which no one ever does! - he would say Dude has a long way to go before achieving Good Boy status.

That’s not a bad thing. Dude is hardly any older than his own pet and he does an adequate job of caring for the human. Pongo knows that Dude walks Carlos every night and wakes him up in time for class. The young dog takes the responsibility of physical care very well and Pongo is happy for that.

But Dude will not be a Good Boy until he can read Carlos’ mental needs as well.

Pongo has had pets for a long time. He’s had Roger for as long as he can remember and Perdita brought along her own pet, Anita, and since the two humans got along almost as well as Pongo and his wife, Pongo had two pets for most of his life.

Carlos, just like Pongo and Roger, is in need of a mate.

There is a small chance that Pongo is overstepping his boundaries by attempting to court a pet that is not his own, but Dude is not fulfilling the duties of a Good Boy. Pongo must step in.

Besides, Carlos really should be Pongo’s pet. The human boy just happened to meet Dude first, that was hardly fair!

Roger and Anita have all but adopted the boy into their little family. Pongo didn’t quite know how to feel at first. He remembers black and white hair, jagged nails and billowing smoke of a woman he’d like to forget and Carlos reeked of Cruella.

But the boy is younger than Pongo’s own children. He’s all but a puppy himself. And he thinks that he is a big dog. Er, human. Carlos thinks he is an adult.

He came to Anita and Roger at 14, small and thin and taking the responsibility of everything onto his sagging shoulders. He cooked and cleaned and fetched Pongo’s leash without being asked. He scrubbed floors until his hands ached and stayed up late to perfect the house, despite being told not to sacrifice his sleep for something as trivial as carpet cleaning.

That was not how puppies were supposed to act.

Pongo saw it on Roger’s face and heard it in Anita’s tone. Carlos was too scared to run and jump and have fun. He was a puppy who didn’t quite know how to be one.

But that was many years ago, back before his shoulders broadened and his hair lengthened and he became almost as tall as Roger.

Carlos is full grown pet! And according to Anita, he is not allowed to grow any more, but Pongo isn’t sure if that’s a human rule or just an Anita rule.

And full grown pets need mates. It’s just the way of life.

But Dude has not reached Good Boy status yet, so Pongo must come to the rescue.

He’s not crazy either, despite the fact that no one else in Carlos’ life seems to be concerned. Not Dude, not Roger and Anita, not even Perdita, though she’s busy with her own pet, Jay.

Which isn’t fair because Roger and Anita don’t actually have Jay like they do Carlos and Jay didn’t have a chance encounter with another dog who claimed him before Perdita could even meet him like Dude did with Carlos!

Nonetheless, Perdita had taken to Jay after a slow while. He didn’t have spots like Carlos and he wasn’t as small, but he was very similar. A large puppy who didn’t quite know how to play, always standing stiff and tall and holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

But, also like Carlos, that was years ago. Jay has grown into an impressive human male. He is strong and bright and finally seems to understand that monsters only hide on the Isle, not under around every corner.

“You’re really not worried about Carlos?”

“Of course not,” Perdita lays her head on his paws. “Why would I be?”

“He’s 20!” Pongo whines, his tail thumping helplessly on the tile. “Carlos is about to be in his prime!”

“His prime to what?” Perdita looks at him. If she had eyebrows, one of them would be quirked. Her husband is so silly some times.

Pongo is undeterred. “We must find him a mate.”

“He’ll get his mate in his own time.”

“You’re not even worried about Jay? He’s older than Carlos is!”

Perdita licks the bottom of her paw, gnawing at the soft padding to properly scratch her itchy feet. “Not in the least.”

“He’s your pet!” Pongo howls. “How are you not fretting over him?”

“Oh, you silly dear,” she muses and rubs her nose against his. “Watch.”

Perdita stands and wanders out of their bed in the kitchen to the living room, where both of their young pets are resting on a couch. Jay’s feet are on the table, Carlos is cuddled with a blanket around his shoulders. Dude dozes in his lap, unaware of the obvious crisis that Carlos is going through.

“Why are we watching these nerd films again?”

Carlos pokes Jay in the side with a smile. “We don’t have to. I can put something else on.” He reaches for the remote, but is stopped.

“No man!” Jay grabs Carlos’ wrist. “I mean, uh, this is cool. This movie is not as nerd as it could be.”

“High praise coming from you.”

Pong nearly whines. This poor soul. Carlos is so distressed about not having a mate that he’s distracting himself with films. Oh, he must be so depressed!

He turns to face his wife, surely she must see how important and timely this issue is, but by the time his head is turned, Perdita is hopped up onto the couch.

“Hey!” Jay grins broadly. “How’s my favorite girl?” He cups Perdita’s face and kisses her snout. “I’ve missed you, Perdy!”

Perdita woofs and wags her tail. She is standing, hind legs on the couch cushion but front paws on Jay’s chest. He scratches her ear and she licks his face and Pongo sits smugly.

Everyone loves his wife. Perdita is just that amazing.

But that doesn’t solve the problem! Pongo and Perdita’s love doesn’t change the fact that Carlos is in need of a mate!

He is prepared to bark his worries when Perdita pushes herself off Jay, just to land more forcefully on him. Again, she raises her front paws, half jumping on his chest.

“Whoa, girl!” Jay puts his hands up. “What’s the deal?”

Perdita whines and continues her motion, pushing on Jay’s chest until he finally falls over, head landing in Carlos’ lap. Dude yelps in shock and scampers away, his beloved spot having been stolen by Jay.

For whatever reason, Perdita wags her tail and snuggles up on Jay, preventing him from moving lest he disturb her. She bats her eyes at her husband, as if the displacement of Jay has solved the problem at hand.

Carlos is still mate-less! No one else cares! Carlos is lonely and in need of company and depressed and smiling and probably crying himself to sle-!

...Why is he smiling?

Pongo tilts his head and perks his ears up.

But his sight is correct. Carlos is smiling, looking down at Jay, who is looking up at Carlos. There is a hesitant smile on the lips of Perdita’s pet; Jay is quite happy to be laying in Carlos’ lap.

A little too happy.

Change of plans, Pongo decides. Carlos does not need a mate. Not now, not ever.

Pongo nearly barks, but controls himself. It is good for his pet to have a mate, even if said mate doesn’t trim his fur to a proper length or remember to take his shoes off at the door.

Carlos is still smiling, his hand brushing Jay’s forehead. It is tender and sweet, the dogs in the room completely forgotten about, but Pongo can’t bring himself to be upset.

Next to him, Dude huffs in irritation. He is still displeased with being removed from his pet’s lap, but he is interested in the still and quiet scene. Dude pads over to Pongo, ears perked up as if to ask what is happening.

Pongo sighs and lays down on the carpet, wagging his tail for Dude to join him. He still has a lot to learn about being a Good Boy.

I loved the prompt and I had the cutest idea, but my fill didn’t come out as cute as it was in my head. But I gotta walk my own dog and I gotta contribute sometimes, so I hope you enjoyed!

[davidelizabethbowiestrider]

Jaylos June Prompt #2

18th – ‘Fake’ Dating - fluff

“Jadiir, come in here please.”

Jay glanced up from the hand-held video game he had been messing around with- Carlos had fixed it for him, and all he’d had to trade was a few weeks of manual labor while the other teen worked on his repairing some damage done to his treehouse during one of his mother’s rage fueled tantrums- to where his father was pushing past the hanging rug that separated the Junk Shoppe from the rest of their home. He turned off the game and slid off of the pile of fabric he had fashioned into a seat of sorts before moving to follow his father into their ‘living room’ (he didn’t know how much living one could do with a battered old arm chair, a beat up television that only worked because Carlos had fixed it, his pile of rugs he used as a bed and the smallest kitchen in existence, but it was home he supposed) to give the man a look.

“What’s up, dad?” Jafar moved to sink into his arm chair, gesturing for Jay to sit at his feet, and Jay complied as his curiosity got the better of him. It wasn’t often his father wanted to sit down and have a talk- most of their conversations involved either the loot Jay brought home each night or requests being yelled at his back as he slipped out of the shop- and Jay couldn’t help but wonder what Jafar suddenly found so important that they had to sit down to talk about it. Jafar rubbed his chin, watching Jay for a long moment before his eyes fell to the game Jay still held, an unreadable expression crossing his face before he cleared his throat. “It’s come to my attention that you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with the deVil boy.” Jay frowned as Jafar trailed off, wondering what his father was working his way towards as he watched the man struggle to word his next sentence.

“Yeah, we do a lot of barge runs and shit together, dad. You know that.” It was true- Jay might have been Prince of Thieves on the Isle, but Carlos had a tendency of knowing what items were worth or used for, which was an almost invaluable skill when it came to deciphering the piles of junk that made their way across the strait from Auradon. Jafar let out a huff as he leant forward in his chair some, fixing his son with a look as he spoke, and Jay felt his stomach roll as he wondered if Jafar had figured out about his crush on the younger teen. He couldn’t help it- Carlos was cute, yes, but also he was just an amazing person that Jay couldn’t help but to fall for, even if he had no intention of letting the other boy know simply to be rejected by him. As far as he knew, Carlos had no interest in, well…anyone.

“The LeGume twins have reported seeing the two of you spending time outside of that together. Time that involves an awful lot of touching, Jadiir. Are you and that boy…together?” Jay stared at his father at the question, thrown off guard by the almost kind way Jafar had asked. He wasn’t too surprised at the question itself- he was a pretty tactile person, and Carlos seemed to feel better when they were walking around the Isle with a heavy arm around his shoulder or a hand pressed to the small of his back. Little things that reminded the younger teen that he was there to protect him, he suspected, small touches that Carlos didn’t get otherwise.

Jay didn’t really mind giving them to him, to be honest.

“Would it be an issue if we were?” He spoke casually, trying to gauge his father’s reaction as he crossed his arms over his chest and shifted back slightly from the chair. Jafar gave a thoughtful hum, his gaze moving from his son to travel around the small home, landing occasionally on an item Carlos had repaired or simply made for them.

“He’s a useful boy. Smart, obedient, not unattractive. He’s proven loyal as well; did he not stand with you against those sea brats last week?” Jay gave a nod, and Jafar continued. “That wasn’t his fight but he still got involved. I suggest you keep a firm hold on the boy, actually- once he get’s further into puberty, he’s going to catch a lot of people’s attention. Jasmine was the same way.” Jay startled slightly at the mention of the Sultana, surprised to hear her name from his father when the man had refused to speak of the woman for years. A large part of him was entertained at the idea of Jafar comparing Carlos to Jasmine- so many people overlooked the younger teen, refusing to look past the quiet nerdy exterior to see the amazing person his friend was inside, and he was pleased that his father recognized the worth in having Carlos around instead of wanting Jay to break off their alliance. “I’d almost go far enough to say that I’m fairly fond of the boy, truthfully. He knows respect, unlike the little purple haired brat you bring around, and he’s not as self-involved as the little princess. If you had to dally with one of them, I suppose you picked the superior option. Good work, Jadiir.” Jay bristled slightly at the slight to both Mal and Evie, but remained silent as he realized that his father…supported his and Carlos imaginary relationship.

“Uh…thanks?” Jafar nodded, and Jay shifted on his spot on the floor as he gave his father a confused look. “Is…was there anything else? Did you need something or-?” Jafar shook his head, gesturing that he was free to go, and Jay pushed himself up from the floor.

“Invite the boy over, Jay. I’d like to meet him properly if he’s your chosen companion- make sure that I can fully approve of the boy. If not, we’ll be getting rid of him. Understood?” A chill ran down Jay’s spine at his father’s words- the last person Jafar had deemed necessary to ‘get rid of’ had wound up mysteriously shoved into the crocodile infested waters in the middle of a frenzy.

“Uh. Yeah dad. I’ll bring him around later?” Jafar nodded, and Jay quickly exited the room to slip out into the shop and out the door into the marketplace, rubbing the back of his neck as he let out a curse.

He had to find Carlos, and quick. -=-=-

“C! Carlos! Hey!”

Carlos glanced up from the rusted metal ashtray he had been inspecting, a small smile appearing as he spotted Jay ducking around a crowd of people to make his way towards him. He couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at the sight of the older boy, and he put down the ashtray to meet Jay halfway as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Hey, Jay. What’s up?” Jay looped an arm around Carlos’ shoulders, steering the other away from the crowd as he cleared his throat, giving the teen a once over as he did so. There didn’t seem to be any new bruises anywhere he could see, and the cut across the younger boy’s cheek from earlier that week seemed to be mostly healed, the teen looking in relatively good shape for a change.

“Your presence is required at the Junk Shoppe, dude. You busy right now?” Carlos’s smile shrank some as he gave Jay a look, concern crossing his face at the other teen’s words.

“I guess not? Did something break? I don’t have any of my tools, Jay, I’d have to go back to Hell Hall to get them.” Jay shook his head, using his arm around Carlos’ shoulder to steer the other teen through the crowded streets as he leant a bit closer to speak in a low voice.

“My dad wants to properly meet you or something. He uh. I think he thinks we’re like…dating or whatever.” Carlos’ eyes widened at that, and Jay gave a chuckle as he lead Carlos down one of the alleyways towards the shop. “Yeah. He actually likes you? He told me I did a good job bagging you, actually, which was really weird. I think he’s like…happy.” Carlos gaped, unsure of what to say, and Jay gave him a sheepish look. “Apparently, word around the Isle is that we’re dating. Like. Dad’s maybe not the only person who thinks that, dude. The Gaston’s were the ones who mentioned it to him or something.” Carlos’ silence worried him- he wasn’t sure if the other teen was upset at the news that the entire town seemingly had just assumed they were together, or if he was just as baffled as Jay was and unsure how to respond.

“Well…I suppose there’s worse people I could be seen as dating. Though does that mean you cheated on me with Ginny Gothel last week? Fucking rude, dude.” Jay relaxed some at the teasing tone of Carlos’ words, and he shifted to bump his hip against Carlos’ as he gave a snort.

“Clearly what we have is one of those open relationships. You uh. Don’t mind pretending we’re together though right? If dad thinks he got it wrong and I was fucking with him he’s gunna kill me, and then kill you. He said he needs to approve of you, man.” Carlos paled slightly at the thought of Jafar being that interested in anything he did, and gave a nod.

“Yeah, that’s…that’s fine. I can pretend, just tell me what to do. I’ve never dated anyone before. I’ve never anything’d with anyone before, actually so.” He cast a glance at Jay, flushing slightly as he realized how close the other teen was to him. “So uh. You’ll have to teach me.” Jay’s cheek’s pinked at the thought of what all he could teach the younger teen, and he cleared his throat as he tore his gaze from Carlos.

“Yeah I can do that. I don't think he's gunna like....quiz you or anything though? Just let me lead the conversation and stuff. Maybe if he thinks we're together, he'll cut me some slack on inventory runs." Carlos perked up at the idea, and Jay grinned as him as he lead him into the Junk Shoppe, arm still around his shoulders.

"Jay, do you remember if Miss Tremaine here lost her necklace while in our store yesterday?" Jafar's tone was sly as he caught sight of his son, and both Jay and Carlos turned their attention to the tall, slim girl leaning on the counter, ratty gown dragging on the dusty floor as she glared at the man behind the counter. Jay's eyes darted to the small bag  sitting on the shelf behind Jafar's head, and his father gave a small nod as Jay spoke.

"Nah, dad. I know what Minnie's necklace looks like, I'd have brought it back to her if I did." Beside him, Carlos shifted a bit closer as Minerva Tremaine tore her gaze from Jafar to look at the two, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Jay before narrowing at Carlos.

"I saw Gil with it this morning." Carlos stated, the lie slipping from him effortlessly as he tilted his head to the side to rest against Jay's shoulder, staring at the girl in a way he knew most people on the Isle found unnerving. "I think he was planning on giving it to Uma...or maybe Ginny. Could have been Maddie, come to think of it..." Minerva let out a haughty huff, spinning on her heel to disappear out the door as Jafar turned his attention onto the two teens.

"Ah, I see you've brought him, excellent Jay. Carlos, my dear boy, why don't you come in?" Carlos glanced hesitantly at Jay as the other teen gave him a subtle nudge, and Carlos moved to follow the man as Jay moved beside him, guiding him into the back room of the shop. "Word on the street is that my boy has taken an interest in you and vice versa. I won't mince words, boy- are you trying to get something from him? From the shop?" Carlos blinked at the straight forward question, brows furrowing as he kept his gaze on Jafar.

"No, sir. Nothing in your shop interests me, and Jay already gives me protection because we're in the same crew. I just...enjoy your sons companionship." He cast a look at Jay, a warm smile flickering on his lips for a moment before he returned his attention to Jafar. "It helps, of course, that he's attractive. But I enjoy that he's quicker than people give him credit for, with a sly streak that I can only assume he inherited from you." He offered an almost coy look to the older man, leaning back into Jay as he spoke. "He's also strong and warm, and has his own way of making me feel cared for without showing weakness. And I know I'm smarter than he is, so I'm not going to fall for him using me." Jafar nodded, and Jay turned his head to give Carlos a soft look before his father's voice made him look up.

"And you, Jadiir? He's not your usual type. I'm all for using people, but the boys an excellent ally, I'd hate to see that broken because you can't keep it in your pants." Jay gaped at his father for a moment before clearing his throat, shaking his head as he pulled up everything nabout Carlos that he liked.

"No, dad, ugh. Carlos is smart and witty and I just....I'm not using him. It's like he dug under my skin and stayed there." Carlos looked up at him with a curious look again, and Jay swallowed, wondering if he'd tipped his hand to the younger teen. The room fell silent for a moment before Jafar clapped his hands together, both teens looking up at him startled.

"Alright. I'll approve for now, then. Carlos, you're welcomed to come here whenever you'd like. " Carlos nodded, and Jafar gestured towards the store front. "Now there's business to be had! Why don't the two of you go get some coffee at the Slop Shop and then Jadiir, Barges. Understood?" Jay shot Carlos a confused look before nodding as well, and the two watched him disappear out the door before turning to look at each other.

"That was....interesting." Carlos stated, cheeks flushed pink as Jay placed a hand on his hip to keep him from backing away.

"Did you mean that shit you said?" Jay spoke in a rush, his own cheeks reddening as Carlos gave a small nod, and he hesitated a moment before leaning forward, pressing his lips to the younger teens before pulling back. "Good. Uh. Me too. Wanna...lets go get coffee?" Carlos nodded, eyes wide, and allowed Jay to lead him out of the shop as he tried to figure out exactly what had happened.

Maybe they weren't fake dating at all? He'd have to ask. Later. After coffee.

[unapologeticallyjaylos]

Jaylos June Day #1

@jaylosjune2018 : first prompt, June 17th - “You Have Chocolate on your lips - fluff”

Carlos didn't like mirrors.

They were too honest.

Without them, he could lie to himself all day long.

No, your ribs aren't showing. No, no one can see that scar. Your bruises have faded. She didn't leave a mark.

But his reflection told a very different story, and so, Carlos avoided it at all costs, absolutely despising the skeleton that sometimes appeared in the muddy puddles along the road or in shattered windows along the marketplace.

Even in Auradon, where people didn't have any need to evade their appearances, he continued to duck around any mirrors he happened upon and avert his eyes up and over the glass. The mirrors in Auradon were for straightening crowns, not counting ribs and cigarette burns.

If it weren’t for his desperate, newfound love of chocolate, the plan to escape his reflection might've worked, too. Who would’ve guessed that dessert and a certain dark-haired thief would be his downfall?

It started their very first afternoon in the fairytale country.

“You've got chocolate on your lips,” came the voice.

Of course. In front of a bunch of hot guys, too, just his luck. Lifting the edge of his shirt, Carlos ferociously scrubbed at his mouth, trying to wipe away the brown mess. After a few moments, he became increasingly aware that Jay was watching him. Intently. The older boy’s dark eyes had dropped to his midsection, and if he wasn't mistaken, the thief just licked his lips. The idea sent his stomach tumbling.

“Um, Jay?”

The smile returned to Jay’s face almost immediately, along with his usual nonchalance. “The chocolate is still there, man,” he commented. “You're gonna need a mirror or something.”  

Crap. Reluctantly, the freckled boy stood in front of the mirror on their dorm room wall. The first thing he noticed wasn't the chocolate, of course. It was the white scars on his arms, the way his shirt clung to his cross-hatched torso, how gaunt his face had become since the last time he'd checked.

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

The next time it happened, they were eating lunch with the girls under a tree on campus.

“Did you have chocolate?” Jay was grinning at him, his tongue swiping at his own lips again, as had become custom whenever he glanced at Carlos’ mouth.

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s on your face.”

Evie passed the white-haired boy her mirror, and with a groan, his gaze fell on the dark shadows under his eyes. The physical manifestations of nightmares haunting his subconscious.

“What are you, the chocolate patrol?” Carlos muttered wryly, dabbing away at his lips.

“Something similar.” Jay just gave him another loaded smile.

It went on like that for some time, with Jay pointing out the brown smears and Carlos being compelled to find a mirror every time until finally, the ending of the story changed.  

“‘Los?”

“Let me guess.” Carlos tossed a foil wrapper into the wastebasket at the end of his bed. “I have chocolate on my lips.” Getting off the mattress, he padded over to the mirror, and yes, his lips were stained dark with the sweet stuff.

“Carlos.” This time, Jay’s voice held no joking quality. In fact, he sounded almost awed. “You didn’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“That face you always make!” Jay was walking towards him now, his eyes wide. “When you look at your scars in the mirror and critique them. You didn’t notice them right away this time, did you?”

Glancing back at his reflection, the freckled boy was stunned into silence. For the first time, he took a good look at himself. His frame had filled out, there was color in his cheeks, and there weren’t any new scars or bruises to clutter up his arms and collarbone. He still had plenty of old ones, true, and they hadn’t necessarily faded, but for some reason, they didn’t seem quite so hostile anymore. They’d been there so long that they’d begun to feel more familiar than not.  

“You knew…” Carlos breathed out. “You knew that I avoided mirrors.”

The thief nodded, still stepping closer. “‘Course, I did. And I just thought - hoped - that maybe someday… you’d look in one and see what I see when I look at you.”

“And what do you see?” The smaller boy’s voice came out breathy and high as he looked straight up into his best friend’s face.

“A gorgeous boy who is better at stealing shit than I’ll ever be because he somehow managed to steal my heart.”  

When their lips finally met, the distinct taste of chocolate danced deliciously on both of their tongues.

[bunny-lou]

JaylosJune 2

Week 1

Monday, June 18th - “Fake” Dating (Fluff)

References to child abuse

Jay has hardly had time to scope out the cafeteria and see whose lunch he’ll be stealing before an annoying, twitchy, nerdy blond is bolting up to him.

“Where is it?” Carlos bounces back and forth on his feet. “Jay, what did you do with it? Did you forget it? What was your last class?”

“What are you talking about?” Jay tilts his head oh so innocently. “Is there something important I’m suppose to take care of?” He shrugs off his backpack, glancing up at the other student.

Oh Hades, the look on De Vil’s face is priceless.

“Jay!” He nearly screeches. “How could you? Where is it? That’s a quarter of our grade!” Carlos brings his fingers up to his mouth as if he’s about to start chewing on them. “Did you throw it away? Burn it? Oh Maleficent, how am I-?”

The older boy holds up a plastic baby doll from his bag.

“Thank fuck,” Carlos breathes and clutches the lifeless toy to his chest.

Jay raises a brow. He’s never head De Vil swear before. How interesting. “Why are you so obsessed with this thing?”

“Did you not hear quarter of our grade?” Carlos eyes him warily. “I know that’s not much to you, but that’s-!”

“Really fucking important to a nerd like you.” Jay scowls and pushes his way through a hoard of students. He ate breakfast - snatched the burnt toast off of his father’s plate before the man noticed - so lunch isn’t necessary. Whatever, Jay just wants to be somewhere nice and quiet.

So it’s pretty damn rude when De Vil plops down next to him on the bench.

“Why did you follow me?”

“You can’t shove our project in your book bag.” Carlos huffs, cradling the doll and rocking it slowly. “What if he gets smothered by your books.”

“You think I actually keep books in my book bag?”

Carlos glares at him. “A bag is not an appropriate place for a baby.”

“Good thing we don’t have a baby.” Jay flicks the dented head of the doll.

“How about I just keep it?” Carlos offers with a shy batting of his eyes. “You don’t have to do any work, I’ll keep it the whole time.”

“As tempting as that is,” Jay snatches the doll back. “It’s the highlight of my week to give you heart attacks.”

Carlos makes some desperate noise and lunges for their project. “Don’t hold it like that!”

Jay swings the baby doll by the ankle. It flips in the air and lands on the table with a hard smack, but Carlos scoops it up and makes a fist, as if he was thinking about hitting Jay.

A single arched brow and sneer stops that action.

“How the hell did I get you as a partner?” Carlos mumbles into the baby’s head.

“Why the hell do we have to do this project?” Jay kicks his feet up on the bench. “It’s not as if good parents exist here.”

There’s a sharp movement that Jay catches out of the corner of his eye.

Carlos had flinched.

Oh, shit, that’s right. Carlos had Cruella for a mother.

Jay rubs a hand over his face. Yeah, Jafar is an ass and Jay has long since given up on trying to earn his father’s love, but Jafar doesn’t beat the shit out of him everyday.

And the days he tries to strike Jay, Jay gives back just as hard.

But fucking hell, the rumors about Cruella De Vil’s insanity are all over the Isle, all over Carlos’ skin.

Yeah, Jay thinks, Carlos probably cares about proving what kind of parent he would be more than Jay does.

“Listen man,” Jay nudges Carlos with his toe. “I won’t screw up the kid. I’ll keep it out of my bag and...whatever.” He squirms in his seat. “I won’t let it get smothered or killed or anything.”

“You suddenly care about our grade?” Carlos narrows his eyes.

“How about you not question me changing my mind and say thank you instead?”

Carlos pulls the baby doll closer. “Uh, thanks.”

Well now it’s just awkward between them. “You and I will be...good parents,” ugh, why is that so weird to say? “We’ll take care of the kid and feed it and shit. Bathe it. Whatever.”

“Okay,” Carlos exhales slowly. “Thanks for, uh, taking this seriously.” He bites his lip. “It’s just such a big part of our grade, you know?”

“Yeah, man.” Jay drums his fingers on the table. “The grade.”

Carlos looks at him out of the corner of his eye, then quickly looks away. Okay, so maybe he’s caught on to Jay’s reasoning, he better not bring it up and make this fucking weird and emotional.

“Plus...” the older student grins and leans forward. “I get to tell everyone that Carlos De Vil is my baby daddy.”

“You know that means that you carried and gave birth, right?”

Jay blinks. “Wait, no. I’m the baby daddy.”

“Too late!” Carlos jumps out of his seat with their pretend child. “Bye...” he looks around nervously and whispers, “baby mama,” before turning and running.

“De Vil!”

[bunny-lou]

JaylosJune 1

Week 1 -

Sunday, June 17th - “You have chocolate on your lips.” (Fluff)

Fuck. It sucked to see Carlos cry.

Not that it was obvious. The freckled cheeks were dry, but his eyes were not. They were foggy with little droplets hanging to his lashes, but not spilling over.

Carlos tried not to cry, Jay knew. Crying on the Isle never led to anything good.

But they’re not on the Isle anymore. It’s okay to put his arm around Carlos’ shoulders and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I didn’t know...” His voice was shaky. Carlos swallowed and tried again. “I didn’t know he couldn’t have it.”

“I know, C.”

“I saw the chocolate on his lips. His mouth, jowl, whatever dogs have,” Carlos blinked rapidly, “but I didn’t think it was a big deal. He gets into food all of the time.”

“Vet’s gonna give him meds and hook him up to an IV and he’ll be fine. Dude will be hogging your bed in no time.”

Carlos gasped and turned to Jay. “He hasn’t slept without me since we came to Auradon. They don’t know what kind of bed he likes.”

“They’re gonna take good care of him here.”

“No they won’t!” Carlos stomped his foot on the ground. “He’s my dog, he should be with me!”

Jay rubbed his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Well we can’t do that. Dude has to stay here.”

“Then I’m not leaving.” Carlos crumpled to the floor, leaning back against the wall and pouting.

“We can’t sleep outside the animal hospital, man.” Jay crouched down and poked a scrawny knee. “They won’t let us stay.”

“I don’t care.” Carlos looked up at him. “I’m not leaving Dude here by himself.”

“Dude won’t even know you’re here!” Jay smacked a hand to his head and exhaled slowly. “Okay. You won’t leave Dude alone, fine. Stay here.”

Carlos watched in silence as Jay turned his back. Whatever, Jay could sleep in their comfy dorm room alone. Carlos was staying right here. He would stay in this spot until Dude was allowed to leave and come home with him and then Carlos was going to petition to have chocolate banned from the tourney field.

It wasn’t Jay’s fault, Carlos knew. Jay wouldn’t waste a single bite of food, neither would Evie or Mal. He shouldn’t expect Jay to stay here with him throughout the night. Jay had enough of sleeping on the ground for his whole life already.

Dude was Carlos’. He was the only person that should stay. It was his fault, he should have been watching Dude more carefully. Carlos would have stopped him from getting into the trash. He could have prevented this whole thing.

Even with his eyes closed, Carlos knew someone was near. He could hear the light footsteps. The person was deliberately trying to sneak up to him. They probably thought he was asleep.

“Get up, C.”

Carlos finally opened his eyes. “Jay?”

“Come on.” The older boy grabbed the front of Carlos’ jacket and hauled him up. “Let’s go.”

“No, Jay! I told you, I’m-!”

“-Staying with Dude, I know.” Jay groaned and tugged Carlos behind him. “Let’s go see him.”

Carlos followed, baffled. “What do you mean?”

“I pulled out the puppy eyes you always do with the secretary. And I kind of threw Ben’s name around.” Jay said over his shoulder, opening the doors of the animal hospital. “Women around here can’t say no to some sniffling and the sad friends of the king.”

“I don’t do puppy eyes.” Carlos indignantly huffed. A few veterinarians looked at them, but said nothing. “Where are we going?”

Jay didn’t answer. He looked at the numbers on the doors and kept moving until he found one that pleased him. “Here we are.” He opened the door quickly. “Go say hi.”

“Dude!” Carlos ran forward and nearly collided with the table. “I’ve missed you!”

The dog raised his head and woofed softly. His tail wagged and his ears perked up, but he didn’t move.

“I’m so sorry, buddy,” Carlos whispered into the coarse fur. “I didn’t know you had to go to the vet if you ate chocolate. I should have got you here sooner.”

A gentle click interrupted the silence and cautious footsteps followed.

Carlos sniffled and looked to Jay. “How long can we stay?”

“The whole night.” Jay shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on a chair. “We can’t go bother other animals and we can’t get in the way of the night staff though.” He ruffled Dude’s head. “Hey, little man. How about you just give me the chocolate next time, hmm?”

Dude wagged his tail.

Jay turned to sit, but Carlos caught his wrist.

“Thank you for this.” He brought Jay’s hand up to his mouth and kissed the dark knuckles. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah,” Jay interlocked their fingers. “I know.”

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JaylosJune 4

Week 1

Friday, June 22nd - Breakup, Rejection, and First Kiss** (Fluff/Romance)

It’s not until Mal slaps him on the back and her howling laughter registers in his ears that Jay realizes he didn’t hear the anticipated ‘yes’.

“Did he just...reject me?”

“So much for that easy lay,” Mal snickers and punches his shoulder. “I can’t believe De Vil of all people told you no.”

Jay can’t either. “I didn’t steal from him, I said his ass was nice, I used my best pick up lines.” He slumped against the locker, watching as Carlos reached his blue-haired companion at the corner before he and Evie left the hall without even looking back. “I did everything right!”

“Clearly not.” Mal’s amusement has died down. She is clearly uncomfortable with Jay’s depressed demeanor, but also not wiling to run from the awkward silence. “You said you liked De Vil, right?” She spits the word out and purses her lips as if she would rather take a bite of a poisoned apple. “Maybe you shouldn’t treat him like all the other people you didn’t like.”

“But it worked with everyone else.”

“It worked with the people you weren’t truly interested in.” Mal shrugs. “Whatever. Liking someone makes no sense. You shouldn’t do it.” She looks at her companion with a serious face. “It’s dangerous.”

Jay scoffs and rolls his eyes. “So if I want to get Carlos to like me back,” he secretly revels in the flinch Mal gives, “I have to not act like he’s just a random hook up like others.”

“I don’t know.” Mal absently picks at her nail polish. “It’s not like we have courting or anything like Auradon does.”

---

He looks respectable as fuck. By Isle standards.

Jay’s hair is pulled back in a loose braid, he has a pair of jeans with no holes and his shiniest vest on. His boots are somewhat clean - he dunked them in the water a couple of times - and his earring glint in the light.

Mother Gothel cat calls him on the way to Hell House. Granted, she cat call Jay every day...and every other teenage boy on the Isle, but still. Ego boost. He looks good.

So why does Carlos look so unimpressed?

“Hello, hot stuff.” Jay throws in a wink and holds out his arm. “May I escort you to Fish ‘N Chips? I have a table reserved for two.” Which isn’t quite true, but Ursula’s shop is never packed.

Carlos narrows his eyes. “I told you no today.”

“Yeah, but I’ve changed.”

“In the two hours since you asked me out?”

Jay waves a hand across his chest. “Yeah. I’m formal man. I’m prepared to court you.” That’s the right word, isn’t it? “I’m going to take you on a proper date and treat you properly.”

Why does he still look unimpressed?

In fact, Carlos looks disappointed.

“No thanks, Jay. I’m not interested.” Carlos turns away, allowing the door to shut.

Jay, however, stops it with his boot. “Dude, I don’t get it. I thought you liked me.”

“I...did.” Carlos looks at the ground. “Things were going really well.”

“So you just don’t think I’m hot?” Jay folds his arms. “You don’t like dudes? You’re just playing with me?”

Carlos’ eyes snap up. “Me? You are the one who’s being weird all of a sudden!”

Jay nearly stomps his foot. “You didn’t like when I asked you out, so I dressed up for you! I’m doing this for you!”

“I didn’t ask you too!”

“What’s your problem?”

Carlos swings the door open and steps out onto the concrete porch, finger poking Jay in the chest. Evil, he’s so cute when he’s enraged, it’s not fair. “Stop treating me differently! I liked you because you weren’t different with me. You didn’t use bad pick up lines and talk about hooking up, you didn’t change your hair or try to look nice, you were just...Jay! Not some macho player and not some suave gentleman.” Carlos draws back. “I liked you as you, but then you started flirting hard core and now you’re acting weird.”

Oh. Well. Jay shifts his weight. “I was just-.”

“I don’t care.” Carlos lifts a hand and silences him. “I just liked you. Not... whoever you are now.” He steps back inside and closes the door.

This time, Jay lets him and exhales slowly.

Did they just break up?

---

“I take it your plan didn’t go so well?”

Jay smiles slightly. “Plan A, no. Plan B...I have high hopes for.”

Mal closes her locker and nudges his shoulder. “Meaning...?”

“That I have learnt my lesson.”

“Lesson?”

Jay drums his fingers on the straps of his book bag. “Something out Auradon probably. Being true to yourself or whatever. Not changing for anyone.” Fuck that was cheesy, but also...Jay kind of liked it. Just a little bit.

“Ew.”

“Definitely. But I have a cute nerd to woo.”

“Double ew.”

Jay whistles as he jogs forward, bumping into red, black and white. “Sup, man?”

Carlos eyes him. “Hey.”

“Wanna go run the marketplace after school?”

“What?”

“I mean, I would offer to go right now,” Jay looks longingly at the door in mock desperation, “but I know you’re into school for some odd reason, so I’m gracious enough to work around your schedule.”

Carlos stops outside a classroom. “What about...yesterday?” He looks interested at least, so Jay takes that as a win.

Casual. Friendly. Just act normal, he can do that with Carlos. “You said you liked me, so I’m...being me. Jay. Myself. I’m being Jay because I’m me.”

That was the exact fucking opposite of normal. Damn it.

Even though Jay thinks his face is burning, Carlos is smiling a little bit. “So is this you asking me out on a date?”

“This is me, a hot guy, asking you, also a hot guy, to hang out alone and maybe cause some chaos. And like...get food together or something.”

“Yeah,” Carlos eyes his class before smiling back at Jay. “As long as it’s you...I’d like that.”

It is too late and work is too much. The first kiss didn’t get added because I gotta sleep at some point!

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Jaylos June prompt # 5

21st – The Universe told me that you were my soulmate (Fluff/Romance) (My next few prompts probably wont be uploaded for a few days since I head back home tomorrow at butts o’clock in the morning! Also this one is really long whoops and doesn’t completely follow the prompt I don’t think TAT)

Dating was weird.

Jay hadn’t really considered all of the strange things that dating, real and true Auradon dating, entailed when he had asked Lonnie out. Evie had given him a basic run down of the essentials- what to do on dates, when not to flirt with other people and the like- but according to Jane and Audrey, there was so much more involved than just telling someone that you liked them. He had asked Lonnie out because he thought she was one of the coolest people in Auradon; smart, funny and athletic, they shared some common interests that most girls in Auradon would have no interest in. It helped that she was a pretty girl, making his choice to ask her out an easy one in the end, though he hadn’t expected ‘asking on a date’ to turn into ‘going steady’ in a span of two days. At first it was great- Lonnie was fun, easy to get along with and friends with his crew. They had a great time hanging out in a group, and holding her hand was…nice. The first few days were fantastic, and then…

…then Lonnie had sat him down and explained that couples didn’t just spend time alone to make out.

It wasn’t like Jay hadn’t known that- Evie and Mal spend loads of time alone with Ben and Doug, the four of them even going on double dates that, according to the girls, were incredibly romantic- but he had a hard time figuring out what sorts of things Lonnie might like to do for dates. The girl herself was no hope, claiming that it wasn’t romantic if she had to tell him where to take her, and he had turned to Carlos for help in picking good date places. Every suggestion he gave was met with a soft sigh or a chuckle and an explanation that while Lonnie was certainly more outgoing and active than most, she was still indeed an Auradon girl and would most likely not find the same things they did romantic.

(Jay had thought he’d hit a winner with a moonlight game of tag, but Carlos had gently reminded him that Lonnie liked to abide by rules, and if Jay really wanted to play moon tag then all he had to do was ask Carlos to and he’d be more than happy to oblige.)

Jay tried to be a good boyfriend, and most of the time he thought he succeeded, though sometimes…sometimes Lonnie did things that bothered him, and he wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to mention it. She wanted to spend all her time with him, but Jay was firm that he and Carlos had to spend time together alone sometimes, a ritual of sorts that had formed back before they had left the Isle and Carlos had needed someone to watch over him while he recovered from Cruella’s insanity on the worst days. Lonnie had tried to insist that as his girlfriend she wouldn’t actually be intruding on their time together, but Jay had been adamant that it wasn’t okay for her to join them. He hadn’t liked the fight they’d had after that- Lonnie didn’t understand why Carlos needed Jay so much sometimes, and Jay didn’t have it in him to give up his friends secrets even to someone he was dating. It had taken Carlos interfering to apologize to Lonnie for taking away from her time with Jay for the two to stop fighting, the younger teen anxious about having caused the fight to begin with.

Lonnie also had a habit of trying to dress Jay in clothing she thought would look good on him, even though Jay refused to wear anything she bought him. His Isle clothing was comfortable, worn in and familiar to him in a way that was comforting when he felt too out of place in Auradon. Evie and Carlos had made every item of clothing the four VK’s wore, familiar with Jay’s hatred of sleeves and Mal’s hatred of most colors that weren’t purple or green, and Jay felt a little insulted for his friends every time Lonnie brought him a new article of clothing that was vastly different from what he liked to wear. It had taken three separate occasions for Jay to snap at her, accusing her of trying to change him, before Carlos had calmly taken Lonnie aside to explain why it bothered Jay so much that she was bringing him clothing that was more suited to Chad than any of the Islers. Lonnie had stopped after that, though Jay often caught her looking at Carlos with an almost pitying look whenever the younger teen wasn’t paying attention to them and it had him confused as the what, exactly, Carlos had said.

“Jay, have you ever thought about liking a boy before? Like back on the Isle or anything?” Jay was pulled from his thoughts at Lonnie’s question, the entire table pausing in their conversations to look at them as Jay gave his girlfriend a strange look.

“Liking how? I like lots of dudes, they’re called friends Lonnie.” Lonnie rolled her eyes as Jane perked up beside him, pushing her bowl of oatmeal aside to lean closer to Lonnie as across from Jay Carlos glanced up curiously.

“I mean like, have you ever thought…you know, sexually about boys before.” Jane wrinkled her nose at Lonnie’s choice of words as Jay frowned, his gaze flickering from Lonnie to Carlos for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I mean...yeah?” Lonnie’s brows shot up at his answer, her eyes seeking out Janes before she leant closer to him.

“Really? When?” Jay’s brows furrowed in confusion at the question, and he gave a small shrug as he picked up a piece of bacon to eat before he answered.

“I dunno Lonnie, usually when I’m kissing them. Why are you so interested all of a sudden?” Lonnie hummed, glancing at Carlos a moment and causing the other teen to pale before leaning back into Jay’s space, a wide grin crossing her lips as she tapped his arm.

“Have you ever thought about Carlos while kissing someone?” Jay’s confusion grew as across from him, Carlos made a noise that reminded Jay of days spent looking for his friend only to find him being humiliated by Cruella or one of her croonies, and he pulled his arm away from Lonnie as he shot her a disappointed look at the obvious discomfort the question was causing his friend. “I mean, he already knows everything about you right, I’m sure you’ve thought about it.” Carlos shoved his chair back at Lonnie’s words, and Jay barely had the chance to look up before the other teen disappeared out of the cafeteria.

“Not cool Lonnie, what the hell is wrong with you?” Lonnie’s expression fell into shock as Jay shoved his chair back as well, and he glared at the girl before shaking his head. “I don’t think this is gunna work out if you’re gunna ask shit like that when Carlos is clearly not comfortable hearing it. Not okay, Lon.” Lonnie gaped as Jay took off after Carlos before turning back to the table, unsure of what to say. Ben, Jane, Evie and Doug all looked sympathetic, though Mal seemed more amused than anything as she reached for the pitcher of orange juice in the middle of the table.

“You had to know that was coming, Lonnie. You’re smart, you had to know that Jay wasn’t in love with you or anything.” Ben attempted to hush her, and Lonnie turned her attention to the fae girl as she waved off Ben easily.

“What do you mean, I had to know it was coming? I didn’t expect my boyfriend to dump me in the middle of breakfast because of a question!” Mal snorted, and Evie reached to gently touch Lonnie’s arm as she gave her a small, sad smile.

“What Mal means is, Jay might like you a lot, Lonnie, but he’d never have fallen in love with you.” Lonnie gave her an offended look, and Evie quickly waved her hands, shaking her head some. “I mean that in the nicest way possible, I swear to evil! It has absolutely nothing to do with you, Lonnie. Jay’s been in love with Carlos since…mmm, when would you say, Mal?” Mal glanced up from the glass she was pouring to ponder a moment before she gave a small nod.

“I’d say probably just after Gargoyle Bridge on the Isle of the Doomed so…almost two years now?” Lonnie’s jaw dropped at the news, and Evie turned her attention from Mal back to her with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, that’s about right I think.” Lonnie’s lip quivered slightly at the information, the girl sinking back into her seat as she realized all of the little things that she had taken as Jay simply not knowing how to date someone the Auradon way simply didn’t add up when she was often witness to Jay doing the exact same things for Carlos.

“So he was what…using me?” Lonnie’s voice was small as she asked the question, and Mal and Evie exchanged a look before Mal shook her head.

“He hasn’t even clued in that he’s head over heels for C, Lonnie. You don’t get to experience what love is on the Isle, not really, and when those two first started hanging out we were…it wasn’t…” she let out a soft growl of frustration, and Evie pat her arm before taking over.

“Mal and Jay weren’t nice to Carlos for years before we all became a crew. And Mal tried to put me into a thousand year sleep when I finally came out of exile after ten years from not inviting her to my birthday party when I was six. You don’t have friends on the Isle, let alone people that you openly care for, it’s too dangerous.” Her smile softened some as she reached to squeeze Mal’s hand, giving her a soft smile before returning her attention to Lonnie. “Carlos is the first person Jay’s ever gone against his dad for. The first person Jay ever willingly gave food that he’d stolen for himself to. And Jay’s the only person Carlos has ever trusted enough to let help him after a Bad Day.” Lonnie’s brows knit together in confusion at the emphasis on the words Bad Day, and Evie frowned some as she shared a look with Mal.

“Carlos had it way worse on the Isle, let’s leave it at that. It’s not our place to give his secrets out. But those two were destined for each other, Lonnie. I have no doubt Jay never meant to do anything that would hurt you…he just doesn’t realize that he doesn’t have to be scared of having real feelings for Carlos anymore. I don’t think either of them have really accepted the fact that our parents can’t get us here.” Silence fell over the table for a moment as the words settled around them, before Lonnie gave a small nod, reaching to snag a piece of bacon from Jane’s plate with a huff.

“I just wish someone had mentioned something sooner so I wouldn’t have wasted both of our time!”

-=-=-

“Carlos? Hey, hold on a minute C!” Jay was fast- as the best thief on the Isle he’d had to be, else he get caught- but Carlos had years of experience ducking and avoiding his mother, making him difficult to keep up with. Jay didn’t catch up to the younger teen until they’d reached their dorm room, and he closed the door behind him as he slowly approached the heavily breathing teen. “Hey, I told Lonnie off for upsetting you dude, it’s okay. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by you knowing shit about me, it’s not like you know everything there is to know about me dude.” Carlos spun on his heel to face him, brown eyes wide as he stared at Jay a moment before taking a step towards him, a frown dipping his lips as he took a moment before he suddenly began speaking, giving no pause during his speech.

“Your ideal date is a game of Moonlight tag or Laser Tag and pizza. You don’t like peaches and cream no matter how many times Lonnie gets you to try it, and you only like strawberries if they have chocolate on them. Your favorite video game is NTL 2016, you always play as number 9 no matter what team you’re playing as. You’re afraid of snakes and of something happening to me, Mal or Evie. You hate sleeves because they’re constricting and sneakers because they feel too flimsy when you run. You like to draw even though you don’t like to let anyone see it, because you’re always comparing your art to Mal’s and that’s really silly because you’re talented, dude!” Jay reached towards Carlos, frowning when the younger teen simply pushed his hand aside and began to pace the room as he ran his hands through his hair. “Your favorite spot on the Isle is the rooftop of Mim’s place, because Mim always left out extra blankets and stuff for you to nap on. Your favorite food is steak, medium rare, with mashed potatoes and corn. You’re terrified of meeting Aladdin and Jasmine only for them to not like you, which is why you keep refusing Aziz’s invitations to his place. You have sixteen scars; five on your hands, three on your face, seven on your torso and one on the bottom of your left foot. Your actual name is Jadiir, which like….like no one knows except your dad but I do, Jay, I know it. I know a lot about you that no one else does. Lonnie’s not wrong.” Jay watched as Carlos stopped his pacing, the smaller teen standing in front of him as he tugged on his curls in frustration.

“You’re just a lot more observant than most people, dude. It’s not a bad thing.” Carlos let out a whine at Jay’s words, taking a step forward to grasp the older teen’s shirt to pull him close enough to kiss, rough and heated as Jay let out a surprised noise before dropping his hands to Carlos’ hips, letting the other control the kiss as his eyes fell shut. It didn’t last long, and Jay opened his eyes again as Carlos pulled away with a soft curse, the freckled teen putting a bit of distance between them as he reached to rub at his eyes.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Jay. I’ve been in love with you for two years and you’ve just been so…oblivious.” Jay’s cheeks reddened and he cleared his throat, reaching towards Carlos again to catch his arm, causing the other teen to look at him with a steely look.

“Your ideal date is taking Dude to a dog park, then going out for supper at that arcade diner in town. Your favorite food is actually chicken, not chocolate like everyone thinks. Your favorite video game is that weird one with the puzzles that I’m not smart enough to understand, and your afraid of being sent back to the Isle…and rats. You don’t like wearing pants because the fabric rubs against the scars from your bear trap incident and it hurts, and you think that the only colors you can pull off at red, black and white even if you are so totally wrong, dude, you could wear any color and look fucking gorgeous. You’re so self-conscious and you really shouldn’t be, man, you’re...there’s beautiful and then there’s you and you don’t even see it, man. Your favorite place on the Isle is your treehouse, though Yen Sid’s class was a pretty close second, and your favorite person to spend time with outside of the girls and me is your cousin. You have no interest in meeting Anita and Roger even though you agreed to. You have one hundred and eight scars, three of which you got trying to protect me like an idiot.” He tugged Carlos closer to him, watching him as the freckled teen blushed at the information. “I’ve been in love with you since you faced the Gargoyle Bridge. I’ve never met a braver, smarter, more kind hearted person and I just…I didn’t want to say anything. In case I was wrong and it wasn’t love but dating Lonnie showed me that no one is going to be as perfect for me as you are. No one is gunna complete me like you do, Carlos.” Carlos looped his arms around Jay’s neck, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips, and Jay sank into it as he held the other teen close, finally feeling complete.

He’d have to apologize to Lonnie in the morning.

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Jaylos June Prompt #1

First prompt for @jaylosjune2018

June 17th - "You Have Chocolate on your lips - fluff"

There was a smudge of chocolate on Carlos’ bottom lip.

He wouldn’t say he’d been staring at it for the past twenty minutes; he’d simply noticed it as Carlos chewed on the cap of his pen and hadn’t been able to look away, having at first through the spot was a new freckle momentarily before realizing it was simply a smear of chocolate. It was distracting, pulling his attention from the Chivalry notes he was supposed to be studying for their upcoming test and causing him to become somewhat…frustrated. He watched as Carlos’ tongue flicked out to swipe across his lower lip, letting out a soft groan as he somehow managed to miss the chocolate completely, and Carlos cast him a curious glance at the noise.

“Do you need help with something, Jay?” He let his gaze move from Carlos’ face to the papers before him, wrinkling his nose as he shook his head.

“No, I’m good, I get this stuff at least. I just…” He glanced back up from the notes to look at Carlos, his eyes focusing on the spot again as he let out a puff of breath, gesturing to the other teen’s lip. “You’ve got, uh. Chocolate. On your lip.” Carlos’ brows rose as his tongue darted out to do another sweep, brown eyes blinking innocently at Jay as he tilted his head in question.

“Did I get it? I was eating these really delicious truffle’s Ben got me from Lumiere’s, I meant to save you some but…they were really good, I couldn’t stop myself from eating them all!” Jay chuckled, shaking his head as he reached out, cupping Carlos’ chin to swipe his thumb over the chocolate.

“It’s okay, C. You probably enjoyed it way more than I would have, and I can always get chocolate for myself. There, I don’t know how you manage to get as much on your mouth as in it, but it’s gone now.” Carlos beamed at him, and Jay smirked as he used his grip on Carlos’ chin to pull him across the space between their seats, tilting his face slightly to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Carlos gave a content hum, and after a moment Jay pulled back with a wide grin, giving the younger teen a wink. “Besides, if I want to taste the chocolate I just have to kiss you after eating it. Always makes it taste better anyways.” Carlos’ cheeks reddened as he made a face at Jay, giving him a shove away as he turned back to his work, smiling.

“Evil, you’re ridiculous. Get back to studying, asshole, we have to take this test in two hours and if you fail you won’t be getting any more kisses from me.” Jay whined, leaning over the chairs to rub his face on Carlos’ shoulder, and Carlos let out a chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the top of Jay’s head. “If you do well on the test, maybe we could sneak some chocolate sauce from the pantry and you can see if it’s just my lips that make it taste better, hmm?” Jay perked up, and Carlos chuckled as he gently pushed him back to his books, the two falling into companionable silence as they returned to studying, Jay a bit more eager to work than before.

He had a prize if he did well now, after all.

(This one was a short one- I worked all day and it’s ridiculously hot out so I don’t want to be on my laptop too much @A@ )

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Jaylos June Prompt #3

19th – Proposal ‘Misunderstanding’ – fluff

“E, I need you to do me a favor.”

Evie glanced up from the gown she was working on as Jay waltzed into her and Mal’s room, the long haired boy pacing nervously as he shuffled something from one hand to the other. Placing the fabric aside, Evie gave Jay her full attention, brow raising slightly as she gave him a gesture to go on. “I need you to give this box to Carlos when he’s out of his therapy session and make sure he knows not to open it until I call him at midnight tonight.” He held out the object in his hand, and Evie’s eyes lit up at the small velvet box he held.

“Is that a ring box?” Jay glanced at the box in his hand, a frown crossing his lips as he glanced between the box and Evie before giving a nod, holding it out to her again.

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Jaylos June Day #5

@jaylosjune2018 : fifth prompt (bonus), June 21st - “The Universe told me that you were my soulmate - fluff/romance

Everyone had one.

Everyone.

It was Auradon’s most sacred piece of remaining magic, embedded so deep in their blood that no law could remove it.

“Who gives a damn,” had been Mal’s response. “Call it whatever you want, they're just tattoos, even though no one here seems to think so. And I’ve already got a shitload of those.” That got a laugh from Jay, his own tattoos well outnumbering those of the mainland kids as well.

“Well I think it’s romantic.” Evie had read enough romance novels - trashy and classic - to recognize the difference between regular ink and a soulmate mark. “My mom would freak if she knew though - she never wanted so much as a freckle blemishing my skin.”

The marks didn't matter much to Carlos, with their “forever” implications. At least not until he got one. Scary enough, his mark wasn't like any of the ones he’d seen in Auradon so far, with their dainty little outlines and pretty swirls. His was heavy handed, created with broad strokes, intense and powerful. He hadn’t seen it appear either, only looked down one morning to see a terrifying and familiar cobra winding its way up his wrist.

He wasn't stupid. He knew who it belonged to, who it represented. Deep down, he’d always sort of known he’d liked boys, but to see Jay’s sign on his wrist - it was nothing short of petrifying.

How could he tell the most gorgeous boy in his life that he’d landed the nerdy, pathetic de Vil boy as his apparent “soulmate”? How could he possibly put into words what he felt when they made eye contact or entered a room side by side to brave the world or the silent check-ins they’d do for each other?

His solution showed up in the form of an anxious teenage girl.

“I think- I think you're my soulmate, Carlos!” Jane looked just about ready to pass out as she waved her wrist in front of his face. There were obviously some marks there, although he had no idea what they had to do with him.

“Swords,” she explained, her words tumbling over each other. “You're from the Isle. Your mother tried to skin dogs with knives! It all makes sense.”

It didn't make sense, it made absolutely no sense. But it was a solution nonetheless. Soon enough, foundation covered the snake on his wrist and a new mark was drawn in permanent marker, something more suitable for the fairy he was supposedly dating now.

Wings were better than a cobra, he told himself. So much better. Although exactly why, he couldn’t say. Maybe because they were what everyone expected him to have, they were normal, right? Perfect.

All of Auradon seemed to agree; they told him constantly how cute he and Jane were together.

“You guys are adorable,” Audrey would assure him daily. “You just - fit! No wonder you’re soulmates. The two little nerds.”

Funny enough, the only person who didn’t go on and on about how well they worked was Jay himself.

“Hanging in there?” He’d ask, his voice oh, so comforting and safe. Carlos wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth, the truth burning under the layers of makeup on his wrist and dying to be out in the open.

“As best I can,” he’d reply with a sigh. “Every day gets a little easier.”

Carlos had almost convinced himself that there had been a mistake, that perfect, sweet Jane really was his soulmate, not Jay. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

Even without the mark, Carlos had never liked to share the locker room with the rest of the tourney team. Between his scars and insecurities, the vulnerability of being naked in front of the other guys was just a little too much. But Jay had always stayed with him, long after the others had left, and Carlos had never had a problem with it. Welcomed it, actually. But lately, he’d had to come up with excuses to send him away: forgetting Dude’s leash, his underwear, a sweatshirt, anything to get him running back to the dorm to leave the locker room empty for Carlos to redraw his new soulmark.

Today, he’d sent Jay back for a shirt he had “accidentally” left on the bed, and off the thief had sprinted.

Sitting down on the one of the benches, Carlos pulled a makeup kit out from behind his gear, complete with a marker and a picture of the very first time he’d drawn it for reference. Carlos had gotten very good at drawing his simple little mark, so much so that he almost didn’t need the picture anymore.

“Hey, ‘Los, I just remembered, I got an extra t-shirt in my locker, you can just wear - what the fuck?”

The freckled boy flinched so hard he knocked the rest of the makeup onto the floor, his mark only partially covered. His heart beat had taken over for his ears, silencing nearly everything else as he scrambled backwards, away from Jay who’d just reentered the locker room.

“T-this isn’t - it’s not what you think -”

“Really?” Jay picked up the reference image, frowning. “Because it looks like you’re drawing on that fucking soulmark. Holy shit, Jane - she’s not your soulmate is she?”

Carlos could feel himself losing control, he felt the situation slipping out of his hands. He’d retreated as far as he could, his back slamming into the cold metal lockers.

“‘Los, oh god, hey, I’m not gonna tell anyone.” Jay stayed right where he was, his voice suddenly very low. “Do you - do you have a different mark?”

“Y-yes.” Carlos’ wrist was clutched tightly behind his back.

Don’t ask me to show it to you. Please.

“Does… it have anything to do with why this appeared last month?” Jay lifted his shirt and grabbed a makeup wipe from the bench, rubbing away at a patch. As the foundation rubbed away, he saw that a pawprint had been inked on the tan skin.

“You - that’s - your soulmark… is mine… ” Words didn’t seem to be forming coherently in Carlos’ mouth. All he knew was the mark on Jay’s torso had to belong to him. “I’m so sorry…”

“Sorry?” Jay shook his head. “What on earth are you sorry for? You’re my best friend, my favorite person in the world, damnit ‘Los, I thought there had been a mistake! You have mine, don’t you? My sign?”

Very slowly, Carlos brought his wrist out into the light, the cobra just as apparent as it had been from day one. He searched the thief’s face for any sign of disappointment or anger, but found none. Just something that looked a lot like happiness, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a grin.

“Fuck, de Vil, I knew it was you. The universe told me that you were my soulmate.”

“No, I'm pretty sure the little mark on your skin did.” Now that the initial shock had worn off, warmth came surging back into Carlos’ veins.

“Well, the universe put the mark there, so riddle me that, smartass.”

“Yeah, yeah, do we kiss now?”

The thief snorted, his hands finally reaching out to pull Carlos in. Their kiss was long, sloppy, and very overdue.

“What’re you gonna tell Jane?” Jay mumbled finally, pulling back just enough to see Carlos’ eyes.

“The truth.” Never in his life had the freckled boy felt more secure. “That my soulmate has a dick.”

[jaylosjune2018]

Jaylos June: Day #5

Today is the fifth day of Jaylos June 2018! Today’s prompt is:

Thursday, June 21st - You died of heartbreak before I had the chance to tell you I love you. (Tragedy) 

Today is also the first Bonus Day of Jaylos June Week 1. The Bonus Prompt for today is:

Thursday, June 21st - “The universe told me that you were my soulmate.” (Fluff/Romance)  

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[jaylosjune2018]

Jaylos June: Day #4

Today is the fourth day of Jaylos June 2018! Today’s prompt is:

Wednesday, June 20th - You’re having a panic attack while I hold you in my arms. (Angst)

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Jaylos June: Day #3

Today is the third day of Jaylos June 2018! Today’s prompt is:

Tuesday, June 19th - Proposal “Misunderstanding” (Fluff) 

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Jaylos June: Day #2

Today is the second day of Jaylos June 2018! Today’s prompt is:

Monday, June 18th - “Fake” Dating (Fluff)

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[davidelizabethbowiestrider]

Jaylos June prompt...#4?

20th – You’re having a panic attack while I hold you in my arms – angst

The news had come in the form of a letter, slipped under their dorm room door while they'd been in class. Carlos had missed it entirely when they'd entered the room, but Jay had spotted the crisp white envelope out of the corner his eye, picking it up for inspection as he tossed his bag onto his bed.

“C, there’s a letter here for you. Looks official.” Carlos paused from where he had been leaning to clip Dude’s leash to his collar, frowning as he straightened up to take the envelope from the other teen. Handing over the leash, Carlos opened the envelope to pull out a sheet of stark white paper, his eyes darting over the words typed across the page as he tried to make sense of the words. His breath caught in his throat as he read over the letter again, unwilling to believe the words written across the page. A whimper escaped him as his hands began to shake, the familiar creeping sensation of ice up his spine that signaled the beginning of a panic attack setting in quickly as each breath became more difficult to draw in.

“Carlos? What’s wrong?” Carlos shook his head as Jay dropped Dude’s leash to grasp his shoulders, the younger of the two shaking his head almost violently as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit, okay, down we go nice and easy, C, I got you.” Carlos wasn’t sure if his legs had given out or if Jay had simply guided him to the ground, but he found himself sitting suddenly with a strong arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders, pulling him against a firm, grounding body. “What’s going on? Deep breaths, dude, c’mon you’ve got this.” Carlos reached to clutch at Jay’s shirt, trying to follow the movements of Jay’s own breaths with his own as Jay reached for the letter that was still clenched in his fist. Scanning over it, Jay frowned, setting it aside to wrap both arms firmly around the now shaking teen in his lap.

“They’re letting her off the Isle.” Carlos’ words were shaky, muffled in Jay’s jersey as Carlos pressed his face into the other teen’s shoulder, and Jay made a soft noise as he began to rub his back.

“To a psychiatric hospital, C. She’s not going to be coming anywhere near you, I promise. I won’t let that happen.” Jay internally cursed Ben for not having the forethought to discuss the situation with Carlos before hand- the letter barely provided information outside of the news that Cruella would be moved from the Isle to a secure location in the middle of the month, with no mention as to where the location happened to be. “Ben wouldn’t let her off the Isle if he hadn’t thought everything through with where she’ll be held and stuff. Ben’s pretty smart with that stuff.” Carlos gave a half snort, half hiccup, and Jay felt the corners of his lips upturn as Carlos pressed himself further into his lap.

“What if she escapes?” Carlos’ voice was small as he asked his question, and Jay frowned as he shifted them to lean against the bed, still holding the other boy tight as Carlos’ breathing began to speed up again at the mere thought of his mother running loose in Auradon.

“They’ll probably have her super well-guarded dude. Plus…uh. Your mo-Cruella’s not exactly all there in the head anymore. For all we know, she thinks this is a vacation or something. No one’s going to let her escape.” A moment of silence fell over them as Carlos turned his words over in his head, and Dude whined as he pawed at Carlos’ leg until the teen unclasped his hands from Jay’s shirt to pick up the dog.

“What if she wants to see me?” Jay’s frown grew at the fear in the other teen’s tone, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Carlos’ temple as he adjusted his grip on his boyfriend to accommodate the dog now curled in his lap.

“If she asks to see you, you can say no. No one can force you to see her, okay? If anyone tries, I’ll beat them up.” That got a chuckle from Carlos, and Jay grinned as he buried his face in the smaller teen’s hair, pleased that Carlos seemed to be relaxing from his panic attack.

“Fairy Godmother was asking me if I’d want to see my mom today. I should have caught on that something was going on.” Carlos shifted to curl up against Jay’s chest as he spoke, his fingers carding through Dude’s fur as he took slow, steadying breaths. “She seemed more upset than anticipated when I told her I’d rather chop my own head off then see my mom again.” Jay snorted, and Carlos’ lips quirked as he let his cheek rest on Jay’s shoulder, his eyes on Dude. “Thanks for talking me down there, Jay…I appreciate it.” Jay gave a half shrug, squeezing Carlos slightly as he pressed another kiss to his head.

“Anytime, dude. I’ve always got you.”

[unapologeticallyjaylos]

Jaylos June Day #2

@jaylosjune2018 : second prompt, June 18th - Fake Dating - fluff

(AU) 

The bar was crowded, too crowded for Carlos’ liking.

Five minutes into this night and he could barely remember why he’d agreed to come along at all.

His friends were already attempting to flirt their way into getting hot girls numbers (ah, that’s right, those idiots were the reasons he’d agreed to come along), with almost no success.

“Don’t worry, Carlos,” Ben told him, patting his arm as he headed to order another drink from one of the female bartenders. “We’ll hit a gay bar next weekend for you.”

“Ha.” The freckled boy laughed some, shaking his head. “Being single isn't all bad, you know.”

“Maybe for you.” Ben shook his head, sighing dramatically. “I, for one, am tired of eating cold pizza in the kitchen by myself.”

Carlos watched him swagger off toward what looked like a bachelorette party and shook his head. He hadn't been lying - there were great things about being single - but the more the freckled boy thought about it, even he had to admit the idea of a boyfriend was desirable. Someone to laugh with and hold hands with and who wouldn’t ditch you for girls at the bar? Sounded nice.

“Hey handsome.” A voice interrupted his thoughts. “You look lonely.”

A brunette girl with very blue (although rather unfocused) eyes was leaning across the bar towards him. She’d obviously had way too much to drink, and Carlos wondered why the bartenders were still dishing them out to her.

“Not lonely.” He smiled politely, moving his stool away slightly to escape the boozy breath. “Just deep in thought.”

“At a bar?” Her laugh was too loud and too high. “On a Saturday night? Come on, let loose. Toss the water, get a real drink.”

“No, thank you.” Carlos’ mind searched for a way out, for a story. The girl was so wasted, at this point she’d believe anything. “I’m the designated driver, and actually, I have - a boyfriend. He’s just - in the bathroom.”

Abruptly, the girl stopped laughing. “A boyfriend? You don’t look gay.”

“Okay.” Maybe she’d take the hint anyway and scram.

“Well… it looks like he’s ditched you,” she observed, still not making any effort to leave (or breathe in another direction). “You've been sitting here for awhile. Alone. I saw you.”  

“Really, I’m fine -”

“I'll just sit here until he gets back, okay?” Blue-eyed girl was still leaning in a little too close for comfort, and he was definitely not going to be making out with some random girl at the counter.

After several more minutes of pregnant pauses and pure anxiety, Carlos’ leg had reached maximum nervous bouncing capacity. He had no boyfriend, no one was coming out of the bathroom, and he was pretty sure this girl would get tired of waiting any second now and just hold him down and kiss the shit out of him.

“You don't really have a boyfriend, do you?” Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. “You just wanted to get rid of me. Am I that ugly? And stupid and -”

“No, no.” Shit. He could deal with giggly wasted (barely) but emotional? Get him out of there. “Alright, you called my bluff -”

“Bluff?” an unfamiliar voice laughed. “What bluff, babe?”

Whipping around in his seat, Carlos came face to face with a -

Gorgeous stranger, he thought. Oh, hell.

“Is this chick bothering you, sweetheart?” the gorgeous stranger grinned, his voice low and seductive.

“I'm - I'm not following -”

“Is this your boyfriend?” Drunk girl stopped sniffling and flushed red.

A way out.

“Uh - yes!” Carlos half expected Gorgeous Stranger to deny it, but he just smiled and winked. “Yes. This is my boyfriend.”

“Sorry I was gone for so long,” Gorgeous Stranger smiled, sliding into the seat next to him. “The -”

“Bathroom!” Carlos burst out. “The bathroom line was long, wasn't it?”

“Yeah it was,” he absorbed smoothly, and the freckled boy was impressed at how easily he’d inserted himself into this made-up story. “A nightmare, really. Want a drink?”

“I'm the designated driver.” Carlos held up his glass of tap water.  “Remember uh - baby?” He realized he didn't know Gorgeous Stranger’s name.

“Oh that's right,” the stranger winked. “Responsible as always.”

“I’m just… gonna go find Audrey…” The drunk girl stood up, her face still red. “See you around or…  something.”

Carlos turned to his fake-boyfriend, to thank him, to ask why the hell he’d done that, but was taken aback at the expression on his face.

“So, babe, wanna go dance?” Gorgeous Stranger was smirking, even without anyone else around.

“Uh - sure?” Were they still keeping up this charade? Why?

Gorgeous Stranger led him to the dance floor, the lights glinting off his well-muscled arms and shiny hair; Carlos couldn’t help but wonder if he was flexing. Well, if he could show off, Carlos could too. In a sudden burst of confidence, Carlos decided to dance. And not the sort of half-drunk bouncing everyone else was doing, real dancing, enough to grab the attention of the crowd around him. Even in his focused (if a bit reckless) state, he could hear a distinct wolf whistle that could only belong to one person.

Last call was at two a.m., and as the music finally dwindled and the drinks slowly stopped pouring, Carlos’ friends were texting him about leaving.

Out front. Let’s go.

“My friends…” Carlos sighed, looking up at his fake-boyfriend. Was this guy here alone? Did he have a ride home? “I gotta go…”

“Well, this night has been a blast, babe.” The stranger pulled the hair out of his face into a messy bun, which still somehow looked incredible. What if he never saw him again?

“Hey… why’d you say you were my boyfriend?”

The gorgeous stranger looked thoughtful, his flirtatious manner dropping for a moment. “‘Cause I know who you are. You live in my part of town, the bad part. I know who your mother is, and - this is gonna sound weird, but I’ve always admired how - you keep getting back up even when it’s hopeless.”

Carlos was at a loss for words. He’d expected something about just having fun or impulse issues or drinking or honestly anything other than what he’d just heard. “Oh… um… wow… how - how’d you know that I was even into guys?”

“Your friend, the brunette one,” Gorgeous Stanger scratched his neck. “I overheard him talking to you about the gay bar thing.”

“Oh.”  

“Hey… do…  you want my number?” Carlos really didn’t know where that courage to ask that had come from, maybe just the insanity of this whole situation, but it was completely worth it because his fake-boyfriend’s face lit up brighter than all the city lights right outside the door.

“Yeah, that’d be - really - wow -” Gorgeous Stranger took a moment to compose himself. “That would be really cool. You know, in case something happens. Rough side of town is unpredictable, you know that. Nice to have an ally.”

Phones were exchanged, numbers were inputted, and they started to leave the bar.

“See you around, I guess?” The passing cars lifted the shadows across the not-so-strange stranger’s face next to him for just a moment.

“Yeah. Text me.” Carlos watched him turn and start to walk away into the darkness. “Wait! I… I didn’t catch your name. I’m Carlos.”

The figure stopped, turning slowly, rolling the name on his tongue. “Carlos. Strong name. I like it. I’m Jay.”

Jay.

His name was Jay.

“Hey, Carlos!” Ben suddenly appeared on his left, dragging him back to the group. “Who was that guy? We saw you dancing with him.”

“Oh, nobody.” Carlos grinned to himself, a faint blush rising in his cheeks. “Just my boyfriend.”