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Jaylos June

So, Lexi (@stanfouqueen) and I have been organizing a little multiple-week event called Jaylos June. Both writers and artists can participate, and there are some prompts involved for each day.

Would anybody be interested in that? I'm curious... 🤔🤔🤔

@bunny-lou

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@whats-a-queen-without-a-king

@jaylos

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@unapologeticallyjaylos

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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.”

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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…

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Leon Gallery Announces the Spectacular Mid-Year Auction 2018!

Leon Gallery has set the date for its much-awaited, scintillating Spectacular Mid-Year Auction 2018 on Saturday, June 9, 2018 at its Eurovilla I showrooms on the corner of Rufino Street and Legaspi Street, Legaspi Village in Makati. Headlining the must-have masterpieces are an exquisite Lorenzo Guerrero of life along the Pasig River. 

Guerrero, who became most famous as the mentor of the brilliant and internationally-celebrated Juan Luna, was also a wonderful painter in his own right. He was educated by the foremost Spanish instructors at the Manila academia : Manuel de la Cortina, who was himself a graduate of the Madrid art academy and his successor Nicolas Valdez. Guerrero, in fact, was to become the teacher of Manila’s finest artists, from Simon de la Rosa Flores and his nephew Fabian de la Rosa, Felix Martinez and Felix Resurreccion Hidalgo, Telesforo Sucgang, Felix Pardo de Tavera, and Jorge Pineda to name a few stellar painters who passed through the portals of the legendary art school.

 A 1917 work by one of Guerrero’s star pupils, Fabian de la Rosa, of a charming pair of ponies in a stableyard, provides an interesting behind-the-scenes look of a Manila home, at a time when horses were more common than automobiles. Fernando Amorsolo — who happened to be Fabian de la Rosa’s nephew — is also in the spotlight with several riveting and early works : A post-war procession outside the ruins of the Antipolo church; works from the Thirties, Forties and Fifties, from an orange-streaked sunset scene by the water to glorious country scenes “Under the Mango Tree”  and by a waterfall. The works are all the collections of several distinguished Manila families. 

A rare urban scene of the massive Ynchausti Rope Factory is a unique view of Manila in the 1920s. Scintillating Jose Joyas, one ante-dating his historic participation in the Venice Biennale (the Philippines’ first in that august art fair); others from his halcyon years in the 1970s. Other mid-century moderns include Vicente Manansala with a superb work dated 1949 that speaks allegorical almost in a style more typical of Carlos “Botong” Francisco : a trio of women pound rice, in a variety of Filipino costumes, while men pile grain in tall mountains. In the background, a sunlit landscape which suggests the Benguet rice terraces and in the foreground, a large carabao. Another work, datelined Paris, portrays a grieving mother at a child’s bier. Arturo Luz, Ang Kiukok, and Romeo Tabuena are likewise represented, as are Juvenal Sanso, Oscar Zalameda, Lao Lianben, Malang, and Federico Aguilar Alcuaz. A finely-proportioned ‘comoda’ with original marquetry in a floral design, an imposing Sheraton sideboard, and a ‘Mariposa’ butterfly sofa are just some of the impressive furniture to be included in the June sale. 

 Among the collectible memorabilia, the country’s most iconic heroes are represented. There is a bread-and-butter note (dated 1891) from the Philippine National Hero Jose Rizal to the Scottish millionaire Don Alejandro S. Macleod who had thrived in Manila. Letters from various historical personalities to Teodora Alonso are also available in a single lot, including a Rizal family recipe, and more piquantly, the court documents of the suit brought against Rizal’s mother and her brother. Her unjust persecution greatly influenced Rizal’s nationalism. Most explosive is the narration of Gregoria de Jesus of the last days of Andres Bonifacio as well as a dagger bearing the markings of the Katipunan. 

This document, while having been featured in works on the Philippine Revolution has never been revealed in full previously and is certainly one of a kind. A rare autographed photograph of the Lakambini of the KKK (dedicated to the journalist Jose P. Santos) and a letter to Emilio Jacinto complete the historical offerings that will fascinate the collector and every patriot. Apropos, a BenCab of Rizal’s last days in Fort Santiago — and featuring excerpts of his “Ultimo Adios” is also a highlight, alongside an appealing work from his “Larawan” series, inspired by turn-of-the-century Philippine photographs. From the contemporary artists, exciting works by Ronald Ventura, Marcel Antonio, Jon Jaylo, Danilo Dalena, Emmanuel Garibay, Edwin Wilwayco, Manuel Ocampo (with a grim Christmas work) and Jose John Santos III are also featured. 

The Santos work echoes the themes in the rest of the auction of women of the Philippine Revolution : The painting juxtaposes ladies in traditional Filipino wear with Cretan friezes, a view of a bahay na bato through an archway, and a fragment of an antique door.

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Question?

So, I have a quick question. If anyone remembers my story Golden Eyes Born (or GEB) from March of this year, I have been trying to work on updating the story with new chapters, but I’ve been having a lot of writer’s block, especially since I had to stop writing for a few months to work on school.

So, to help me start writing again, I’m wondering if anyone would like to see me participate in Jaylos June (which is a fandom event I organized with @stanfouqueen, read about it here) and also, if anyone would be interested in having me fill their prompts by sending asks to my inbox?

@bunny-lou

@unapologeticallyjaylos

@davidelizabethbowiestrider

@whats-a-queen-without-a-king

@ssquared2018

@disney-princess-sized

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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)  

You can choose to do the regular prompt, the bonus prompt, or to do both! It’s up to you.

If you want your Jaylos June writing and/or art for this prompt to be seen, please remember to do one or more of the following:

Post it on Tumblr with the tag #JaylosJune or #JaylosJune2018.

Mention the blogs @jaylosjune2018 or @syncron554 in the post.

Private message @jaylosjune2018 or @syncron554.

(Please do not include explicit imagery in your posts, and include proper trigger warnings on your writing/art if needed.) Thank you for participating in Jaylos June 2018!

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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) 

If you want your Jaylos June writing and/or art for this prompt to be seen, please remember to do one or more of the following:

Post it on Tumblr with the tag #JaylosJune or #JaylosJune2018.

Mention the blogs @jaylosjune2018 or @syncron554 in the post.

Private message @jaylosjune2018 or @syncron554.

(Please do not include explicit imagery in your posts, and include proper trigger warnings on your writing/art if needed.) Thank you for participating in Jaylos June 2018!

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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)

If you want your Jaylos June writing and/or art for this prompt to be seen, please remember to do one or more of the following:

Post it on Tumblr with the tag #JaylosJune or #JaylosJune2018.

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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.

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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)

If you want your Jaylos June writing and/or art for this prompt to be seen, please remember to do one or more of the following:

Post it on Tumblr with the tag #JaylosJune or #JaylosJune2018.

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Private message @jaylosjune2018 or @syncron554.

(Please do not include explicit imagery in your posts, and include proper trigger warnings on your writing/art if needed.) Thank you for participating in Jaylos June 2018!

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Jaylos June Day #6

@jaylosjune2018 : seventh prompt, June 23rd - “Would You Shut Up Before You Rip Your Stitches Out Again, Jay?”  - angst 

“Almost done.” Although her cheeks were dry, there was a faint tremor in Evie’s voice. There wasn’t the slightest trace of one in her hands, though, as she pulled the needle through the last corner of flayed flesh and tied it off. It was too skillfully done for it to have been her first time. “Hold still, Jay, holy fuck, I thought we’d lost you.”

“We lost enough of his blood to the streets.” The flicking lantern cast dark shadows across Mal’s face as she leant up against the corner, her arms folded, just casually enough for the others in the room to pretend she didn’t care. “Carlos, what the hell happened out there? Jay was supposed to be out of there way before you.”

The freckled boy looked up from where he sat on the floor of his treehouse, the silver of slicing knives and the red of open wounds still flashing in front of his eyes. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“Uh, yes the fuck it does matter.” Mal straightened up, the flickering candlelight exaggerating her features, making her look much deadlier than the half- fae she was in daylight (even though that girl was still scary). “The plan was for me and E to provide a distraction, Jay to take down the two beefcakes guarding the stupid thing, and you to place your little bomb and cave the passage to buy him some time. You were supposed to be the last one out, and instead, neither of you show up at our rendezvous and we find you dragging a half-dead Jay down the street. Perfect plan, horrible execution.”

“Yeah, that might’ve had something to do with the hooligans with knives.” Jay was in awfully good spirits for someone who’d recently been unconscious. “You know, or the fact that you wanted us to infiltrate the pirates’ side of the island. And for what exactly? This?” He attempted to reach for something in his pocket, wincing violently as he remembered the fresh wound in his side.

“Shit, you popped one!” Evie pushed him back, hurriedly re-stitching the wound. “Stay still, now what were you trying to get?” At his instruction, she pulled out a cracked glass jar from his jacket, studying the purple object lying at the bottom. “What is this?”

“Hand it over.” Mal was looking much more attentive. “Jay, dammit, you got it? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Uh, I was a little busy?” The thief pointed to the gaping slash in his torso, which now held thirteen stitches.

“At least tell me what it is before pocketing it.” Evie tossed the vial to Mal, who snatched it out of the air.

“It’s a scale.”

“A what now?” Jay raised his eyebrows, letting his head fall back onto the makeshift medical bay on Carlos’ work table. “You’re telling me I almost died for a fucking scale?”

“You almost die like every week,” Mal scoffed, turning the glass jar over. “And it’s not a scale, it’s a dragon scale. My mother’s. And she’d kill me if she knew Uma got ahold of it. She keeps it -” the fairy cleared her throat, “- locked up. She keeps it locked up in the basement.”

“Then how the hell did it get out?” Jay started to sit up, but was pushed back down by an indignant Evie.

“I may have taken it out… to brag okay, to brag!” Mal turned her back on the group, scuffing her foot against the ground. “I never meant for Shrimpy’s goons to get it. Or lord it over my head, the fools.”

Carlos got up to examine Jay’s wound, dabbing at it to wipe up some blood. It was better to ignore Mal’s rare emoting moments; she was prone to snap out of it at any time. As his hand ghosted over the bare tanned skin, he and Jay made eye contact for a long moment. Slowly, Jay’s hand reached out and grasped Carlos’, staying that way, his thumb rubbing across the surface.

Shocked, Evie tapped Mal on the shoulder, jerking her head toward the boys. Suddenly, neither of them needed an explanation as to why Jay had waited for Carlos to make it out safely.

They understood now.

They understood.

“You think you could’ve avoided that fucking blade?” Carlos asked in a low voice. “Would’ve saved us a lot of trouble.”

Jay’s laugh cut through the still night air, causing the other three to flinch. “I liked the kiss I got after that, though. When you thought I might die. If I got stabbed by another knife, would I get another kiss?”

“You’re as stupid as you look.” But Carlos was blushing slightly. “And would you shut up before you pull your stitches out again?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the thief hummed. “More time with my shirt off?”

“Oh, you’re impossible.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“So about that shutting up?”

Jay smirked slightly. “Why don’t you come make me?”

“Do not try your little pickup lines on me. I am not some chick you met at the bar.” Regardless of his words, Carlos had leaned closer, still not breaking eye contact.

“You’d be the prettiest chick at the bar,” Jay told him, purposely using his most sultry tone.

“You’d bet your damn ass I would be.”

And when they kissed, not even Mal had anything to say.

It was a loveless island, a floating prison, inhabited by demons and devils alike.

What could go wrong?

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Jaylos June Day #6

@jaylosjune2018 : sixth prompt, June 22nd - “Strawberry and Chocolate Kisses Above the Ocean  - romance

“The ocean is like us.”

“Dark and mysterious?”

“No. Ancient and sad.”

The salty breeze gently tousled Carlos’ curls, his lips parted slightly as he stared out at the waves far below them. A pink glow had engulfed him, reflected from the rosy sky, as the sunset prepared for its nightly show.

“Why is it sad?” The breeze played with Jay’s hair too, gracefully lifting it off his shoulders and into the air. “Why are we sad?”

“It’s blue.” Carlos’ voice was faraway, off somewhere with his thoughts. “And it’s seen so many people. So many days. Good days. Bad days. Every day.”

“And that’s us?”

“Yes. We’ve seen good days and bad days, too. Lots of them.”

A lone gull cried high above them, circling the miles and miles of sand stretched out beneath their cliff. The remnants of their pincic lay scattered on a checked red and white blanket, the sweetness of fruit and dark chocolate remaining luciously on their tongues to remind them of the feast.

“Want the last strawberry?” Jay held it out, the light from the falling sun on the horizon reflected in the shiny surface.

“I’ll taste it on your lips tonight.” Carlos almost preferred it that way, to get a double dose of sweetness with his kisses.

“Remind me again how we ended up here?” Jay’s whole body felt calm, much like the soft wavelets washing steadily over the white beach below. Not a whitecap in sight on such a peaceful evening.

“I wanted to see the ocean, so you made me a picnic on the cliff above the biggest ocean you could find, and kissed me until midnight.”

A smile turned up the corner of Jay’s mouth. “I don’t remember the kissing part.”

“You will.” Carlos moved closer, his gaze finally drifting from the vast, shifting sea to dark, shifting eyes. “For the rest of your life.”

“Is that so?” Jay’s voice was quiet, but not weak, the muscles rippling gently in the arm supporting his body as he lay on the grass.

“Yes.” Carlos kept crawling closer, moving off the blanket and toward the tanned thief. “You will.”

“And if I forget?” Jay’s other hand reached out to cup his boyfriend’s face, holding it carefully, firmly, like the whole world was sitting in his palm.

“The ocean will remember for you.”

Their kisses tasted of salt that night. Salt and strawberries, with just a hint of chocolate.

And although it was their first time above the ocean, the flavor was familiar nonetheless: the ocean tasted a lot like tears.

Both good and sad.

The ocean is just a million teardrops, from all the emotions in the world.

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Jaylos June Day #3

@jaylosjune2018 : third prompt, June 19th - Proposal Misunderstanding - fluff

“Carlos Oscar de Vil?”  

Sitting at the table under the fancy lights, the freckled boy smirked. He and Jay were the ultimate con team. On the island, they’d stolen necessities, but here in Auradon? Just getting a free meal was exhilarating enough. They used all kinds of celebrations: birthdays, anniversaries, and Jay’s personal favorite -  the ever-popular wedding proposal - to garner the congratulations of restaurants all over town, and they both could vouch for the results. It seemed no one in Auradon could resist spoiling a newly “engaged” couple.

Carlos had to admit, his boyfriend looked hot as ever in his Evie-designed-and-created suit, his hair all swept back and styled as he stayed down next to the table on one knee. One thing was for sure, the thief sure played the part, and Carlos was not about to be outdone (even if doing the actual speech wasn’t his thing).

“Oh my gosh,” the freckled boy gasped loudly, covering his mouth dramatically. “Is - Jay - are you?!”

“We met under the worst circumstances,” Jay began, and Carlos secretly enjoyed seeing what extravagant, romantic monologue he always came up with for their little acts. “And now I kneel here under the very best. You’re my brain, my soft side, and about one hundred and one percent of my impulse control. You were the first person that I ever I loved, and I intend those to be the final words on my lips. Carlos, baby, will do me the honor of becoming my husband?”

By this point, they had the entire restaurant’s attention - customers and staff - and it seemed the whole place was waiting breathlessly for Carlos’ answer, which he intended to milk for all it was worth.

“Oh… Jay…” His voice was breathy and choked, and he pretended to wipe his eyes, sniffing some. “Oh, Jay…”

“So, darling?” Jay never called him darling except during these scenes. They’d both agreed it was a little too cheesy for them.

“Yes, of course!” Carlos sniffed a few more times before launching himself at Jay to capture his lips, both rolling around on the floor.

It was more than enough. They got their entire meal paid for by the wait staff and a huge cake to top it off. They’d gone so far as to pipe “congratulations” in chocolate icing.

That’s how it always went.

Pizza shops, bars, taco stands, even once at the pancake house, and still nobody had caught on.

“One of these days,” Mal would warn. “They’re all gonna find out and make you pay triple.”

They weren’t worried, nor did they have any intention of stopping. Carlos had slipped that fake ring on his finger more times than he could count, and Jay had come up with enough proposal speeches to fill a novel. Horribly, corny phrases like something out of Evie’s favorite soap operas floated around both of their brains.

Sometimes, he used his last name, like:  Carlos de Vil, your eyes are my sun, your smile is my moon, and your freckles are my stars. Will you be my husband?

Or sweet little sentiments that pulled on everyone’s heartstrings: Carlos, sweetheart, there’s only one thing I wanna do before I die: live my life by your side. Marry me?

One time he’d even gone straight to a poetry book and used a few lines: You embody inspiration and without you, I would most certainly be a different human being. I never, ever want to lose that, Carlos, so it’s with an open heart that I ask you to become my husband.  

And naturally, he liked to throw in the occasional pick-up line: You may not be a prince, but you rule my heart without a doubt. Carlos Oscar de Vil, will you marry me?

At this point, Carlos had come to expect a proposal when they went out to dinner. But regardless how fun it was to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes, even the best con teams in the world needed a night off here and there.

“Jay, I brought takeout!”

His boyfriend came out of the living room, his white tee looking just as handsome as any suit jacket in his closet. “Thanks for picking it up, ‘Los, it smells delicious.”

The thief started opening up cartons while the freckled boy brought down two plates. It was a quiet evening, the sun had already long been down, and the view from their apartment window wasn’t exactly anything to brag about, but to the boys? It was exactly what they’d wanted.

“I like the sauce on this,” Carlos commented as they sat down at table, sucking on a finger where some had dripped. “One of my favorites, actually.”

“Cool.” Jay took another sip of water, which was very unlike him. He usually started with the food, wolfing down at least two helpings before worrying about beverages.

“The girls invited us over for dinner tomorrow night,” the freckled boy continued. “I told them yes, even though that means you’re gonna need to shower fast when you get home from practice, got it?”

“Alright.” His boyfriend took another sip.

Carlos set down his fork, concerned. “You’re not even gonna fight me on that? No, ‘but ‘Los, it’s only Mal and Evie, they’ll understand’? Or ‘my muscles need it’?”

“What? Oh. No.” Jay’s leg was bouncing under the table, which was a nervous habit that more often than not happened to Carlos, not the thief.

“Shit, babe, you okay?”

In response, Jay abruptly stood up, his chair legs screeching against the linoleum. After a few tension-filled moments (Carlos swore he could hear the thief’s heartbeat from across the room), the older boy lurched forward some, slamming his knee against the leg of the table. He cursed vehemently under his breath, wincing in pain. “Fucking hell, that hurts like a bitch!”

“Woah, Jay, you good?” The freckled boy attempted to stand, but the thief waved him off.

“Stay - stay there,” he coughed out. “Hang on, hang on.”

“What - I can get ice if it’s - what are you -”

Once again, Carlos was cut off by Jay getting down on (the good) knee. He cleared his throat several times, wiping his palms on his shorts before finally getting out, “‘Los? I’ve got - got something to ask you.”

Carlos was quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter, shaking his head. “You really had me there, I thought - for a moment - I - nice try, dumbass, we both had to pay for tonight’s meal unfortunately.”

But Jay stayed down, barely joining in on the laughter. “Yeah, yeah I know. Uh… ‘Los… what if… what if I told you I wasn’t… this wasn’t for the free food? Look, I - I really - you’re the sun - ”

Not one person who met Jay would’ve ever described him as inarticulate. He was smooth, he was flirtatious, he was anything but clumsy, but tonight, each word seemed to be a struggle.  Finally, he just shook his head.

“Fuck it. Carlos, I - I tried to come up with a speech, but I guess I’ve worn out the splendor of a romantic proclamation after all these proposals. I just want to tell you I love you, and that… I’ve still got your back… and your front… and I love you … Carlos, do you wanna marry me? For real this time?”

The freckled boy was stunned, his tongue swollen into silence and his throat dry. Jay wasn’t pretending. This wasn’t fake or an act. “This… you’re really… me?...  you wanna…”

“Only if you wanna.” The thief thought for a moment. “And I know this wasn’t as fancy or as romantic as -” he was cut off by a pair of familiar lips and a soft embrace. There was no rolling, no dramatics, just a few teary eyes and gentle whispers.

“Yes,” Carlos finally breathed. “Yes, I wanna marry you.”

“I guess you’ll want this, then.” Jay brought out a velvet box from his pocket, opening it up. “It's not fake or stolen: bought it myself.”

Carlos laughed. “The fact that you had to specify that…” He blushed as Jay slipped the ring on his finger, biting his lip. “Uh - babe - it goes on the other hand -”

“Right.” Jay’s hands were shaking (surprisingly), but from leftover anxiety or elation, it was hard to tell. “Geez, ‘Los, this went so much better in my head. This actually matters, it not just fucking around -”  

“Are you kidding?” Carlos tucked himself onto Jay’s lap, still on the floor, hugging him tight. “This was all I needed.”

“So, it’s a definite yes, right?” Jay had to make sure. “You wanna marry me?”

“Yes, dumbass.”

“Asshole.”

“Fucker.”

“Nerd.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Thanks for all the feedback! Jaylos June is a go! The rules, guidelines, and calendar of prompts will all be posted soon, probably tonight or tommorow. I hope to see you guys participate! If you have any questions, please send them to me (@syncron554) or @stanfouqueen! Thanks!

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Jaylos June

So, Lexi (@stanfouqueen) and I have been organizing a little multiple-week event called Jaylos June. Both writers and artists can participate, and there are some prompts involved for each day.

Would anybody be interested in that? I’m curious… 🤔🤔🤔

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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…

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