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You and Me

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Originally posted by auliicraval

 A/N: This gif has absolutely nothing to do with the writing but Cameron Boyce is so cute. This sucks sm and I know that some of you guys didn’t ask to be tagged but you commented so I tagged you.

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Carlos’s POV 

Where could she possibly be? I didn’t know her well enough to know where she’d go when she’s upset. (Y/N) didn’t seem like the type of person to go back to her room when she was hurt. I racked my knowledge of the campus and thought of the prettiest place in all of Auradon. The Enchanted Lake, that’s where she had to be.

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Just Be Cool

ily too nonny <3

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Prince Ben

Word Count: 2,283

Warning(s): Fluff

“I’m coming with you.’‘ 

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Carlos sat up against his bed in his pajama’s with his laptop on his lap and Dude lying against him, resting his head on Carlos’s knee, while he was working a few of his non-school-related projects before bed. Jay was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, they had already said goodnight to Mal and Evie to avoid them from being late for curfew.

Jay spit out the remaining toothpaste and rinsed when there was a knock at the door. “I got it.” Jay said as Carlos began to rise to open the door. Carlos sat back down. “It’s probably the girls, maybe they forgot something.” Jay reached to the door knob and turned it to open, “Look who finally learned how to-”

It wasn’t Mal or Evie, but three adults. “Good evening.” Said one of the two men, he looked like a man with a mission, not a good one.

“Who is it?” Carlos said standing up and coming up from behind Jay to look around his shoulder.

“Some teachers.”

“We’re from the disciplinary committee, may we come in?” said the one woman, she, like the last man also looked very official and not at all pleased. She pushed the door open a little and let herself in, along with the other two men.

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Lucky in Love (Jay of Descendants)

Prompt: you could do one with the reader stealing Jays beanie and him chasing them. With all the fluff you can possibly add. 

Requested: yes 😘 hope this was fluffy enough! 

Jay x reader 

He was sitting outside at a picnic table in the courtyard of Aurodan Prep, studying with a few friends when you first saw him. We’d only begun to date a few weeks ago and the mere sight of him brought more butterflies fluttering through your tummy. He’d asked you to Belle’s Ball and when he walked you back to your dorm room at the end of the night, he stole a few kisses, leaving you warm and grinning.

           Jane, your roommate made you stay up all night with her as you exchanged details about your dates, squealing and giggling into the early hours of the morning. You adjusted your backpack strap on your shoulder and made your way over to them. You made eye contact with Carlos and held a finger to your lips in a shushing motion. He pursed his lips and turned to kiss Jane’s temple as she wrote something in her notebook.

           Dropping the floral backpack beside his in the grass, you cupped your petite hands over his eyes but was immediately pushed back by an elbow to the stomach in a quick motion. Jay, in a split second, had stood up on the bench with his fists clenched in front of him, ready to beat you if needed.

           You stared at him for a moment as he softened in the realization that it was you, everyone else’s mouths open in shock at his quick behavior. “Babe, I’m so sorry,” he held his hands up to show openness to not scare you further. You took a deep breath and moved toward him to hug him.

           “That was on me, I should know not to sneak up on the Tourney Team Captain,” you replied teasingly and pecked his cheek. His strong arms wrapped around you as he pressed his lips to your forehead in apology. “But I will steal your hat,” you swiftly grabbed his beanie off his head and took off as fast as possible, headed toward the Tourney field as Jay yelled and took off after you. Carlos, Jane and the rest of your friends chuckled and shook their heads.

           “Is it just me or is she made for him?” Evie asked, turning to look at Doug who nodded.

           “They ooze sweetness, it makes me sick, really,” Carlos observed. When Jay finally caught up with you, only a few minutes later due to his much longer legs, his hands wrapped around your sides and he pulled you into his chest. The momentum of your speed caused him to spin you gracefully around. The beanie, now atop your head, was covering your locks of hair and as he slid it off, he left your hair a fluffy mess. He turned you in his arms, a prominent pout evident.

           “Caught you,” he breathed, catching his breath, his nose touching yours. “I win.”

           “Mmm, that’s debatable. Have you met this guy I’m dating? I think I’m winning,” you replied with a smirk. He pressed his lips to the hollow of your neck, once, twice and a third time, making you close your eyes.

           “Your boyfriend? Yeah, but he’s got you so I’d say he’s pretty lucky.”

           “Boyfriend?” You asked in surprise and he lifted his head from your neck to look at you.

           “Boyfriend if that’s okay.” Eyes searched yours as you nodded happily, connecting your lips with his.

Jaylos Week - High School Musical AU

He had never been chased before and, if he had to be honest, Carlos was actually liking it.

Mal thought he was stupid and continuously reminded him that Pretty Boy (which she always meant as an insult, but Carlos never denied how true it was) saw him as a conquest. Carlos was a shiny toy that was new enough to still hold value in his eyes. And yeah, that might be true (it probably was), but why did that mean he couldn’t enjoy it while it lasts?

Soon enough, Jay would find someone else to chase. Carlos hadn’t been around long enough to genuinely know Jay, but he knew the stereotype. A flirty teenage boy, hopping from fling to fling, and never staying around. Whether or not Carlos said yes and gave into being the flavor of the week, Jay would give up eventually when Carlos was old news.

Carlos knew that, he headed Mal’s warnings and made sure to not get his hopes up. He would take the special attention and over the top flirting and run with it. No one had ever adored him like that before, desired him, and it made Carlos giddy and confident and light-headed.

It didn’t hurt either that Jay looked like something from a romance novel. Dark skin and darker hair, less of a voice and more of a purr when he spoke, muscles that made Carlos stare whenever they were exposed (which was most of the time with all the sleeveless shirts Jay owned. It seemed everyone liked Jay’s muscles and he was certainly a people pleaser).

Unfortunately, Jay’s muscles were covered on the field, but Carlos wouldn’t have been able to see them from his distance anyway, so he stopped pouting. Mal stood next to him, entirely uninterested in the game, chatting idly with Evie, whose attention was evenly split between the game and her friend.

He was still deciding how he felt about Evie. The princess was stunning and lively, enticing even. Especially to Mal. Carlos couldn’t think of another person who got the same look from Mal as the look she gave Evie. If Evie made Mal happy (who knew that was even possible?), she was okay to Carlos. In fact, any other case, Evie would have been perfect.

She was Jay’s best friend and one of the only people in Auradon immune to his charm – a trait she was very proud of. That’s why she started hanging around him and Mal, she would follow Jay over to them.

And there was nothing wrong with being Jay’s friend; in fact, that made Carlos like her more. The issue was that he didn’t know if Evie liked him. She was always giving him strange looks, particularly when Jay was around. It was like the princess was studying him, evaluating Carlos, judging him.

If Mal was interested in someone, Carlos would probably do the same thing for her. He would observe, consider and decide on anyone who wanted to date her. It was part of being a friend.

But Jay didn’t want to date him. Jay didn’t want to date anyone. Did Evie give that same thoughtful look to everyone Jay flirted with? She would have to get tired and confused since Jay moved so quickly and what would be the point? Did it have to do with him being Mal’s friend, was Evie trying to decide how to get on his good side (and, by extension, Mal’s?) or was she trying to replace him?

Carlos startled out of his musings by a shout from the crowd in front of him. They were hollering at a person barreling through, gesturing and looking around wildly.

“What on Earth is he doing?” Evie murmured and she was hardly heard over the noise.

The announcer’s voice boomed across the field. “One of the players, number 8, Jay, has left the tourney field and is climbing into the bleachers on the south side. There are less than five minutes in the game, what is he trying?

Sure enough, when the distraction in front of them got close, closer, right in front of them, Carlos could see a handsome face beneath the helmet.

“Jay!” Evie hissed. “What’s going on?”

But he ignored her. “Carlos,” he was breathless and sweating after nearly a whole game of tourney, a wild look in his eyes that was a combination of scary and sexy, “I am not leaving this spot until you let me take you to dinner.”



Is-is he really talking to another student right now? Jay, get on the field!

Evie pushed Jay softly. “Get back on the field, you’re going to cost the school the game!”

Jay shot her a fleeting look, smirk in place. “Not if I make it back on time.” He turned back to Carlos. “I’m not leaving until you say yes.” He raised his voice over the roar of the crowd, everyone shouting and begging for one of the star players to return.

“I-I-, bu-but, you have to-to…” Nothing was making sense.

“I’m not hearing a yes.”

“Jay, this is the semi-finals,” Evie nearly screamed. “You can’t blow this!”

“Just say yes.”

Evie leaned past Mal, who looked utterly bewildered (but much more interested in the game) and grabbed Carlos, panic in her eyes. “The school will freak if we lose. Just tell him yes!”

The coach is trying for a time out, but there are no breaks except for emergencies in the final quarter. Just a bit more than three minutes left and Jay is still off the field!

“One dinner. That’s it. If you say no to me after that, I’ll be done. Just one dinner, Carlos.”

“Carlos! Jay!”

“Yes, fine, yes! Just get back on the field, go!”

Under the helmet, Carlos caught a wide grin and excited eyes. Jay turned away and ran back down the bleachers (Carlos would forever be grateful that Evie insisted they sit closer to field, toward the bottom, instead of being isolated at the very top like Mal tried for).

Three minutes left and Jay has finally returned to the field. I’m sure he will be in huge trouble with his team, but for now, he is running toward the goal, receiving a pass from Prince Ben-.”

Carlos refused to turn even though he could feel both girls staring at him. He ignored people in the rows in front of them, glancing behind to stare and murmur at him.

“What the hell was that about?” It was the first time Mal had spoken about an event in the game and her voice had Carlos jumping.

“I’m…not sure. Jay’s never done anything like that. Never.”

If he turned to look at them (which he was still refusing to do), Evie would be giving him one of those intense, thoughtful looks. Carlos still didn’t know what they meant and he was more confused than ever.

He had been trying so hard to keep in mind that this thing with Jay was nothing special – at least not to Jay. He had resisted every picnic proposition, movie invitation and even one-on-one study sessions.

And now he was going to dinner with the guy who made a spectacle in front of the whole school just to get his attention.

What the hell has he gotten himself into?

He dared a glance at the girls. Mal was snarling at the people staring at them while Evie just watched him. Was she smiling? Evie had never been mean or even cold to him, but she had never smiled at Carlos either.

She raised a finger to her lips and tilted her head. “You must certainly be something special, Carlos.”

“Jay has good tastes.”

He ignored both girls’ compliments and stared into the field, not focused on the game one bit.

With less than a minute left, the Auradon Knights have won the semi-finals! Let’s hear it for our boys!


Benlos Fic Possessive/Protective


Now you know I love me some Benlos☺️

Word Count: 1,205 words

Summary: “That’s just what happens when you mess with what’s mine.”

Coming back to the Isle was something none of the VK’s thought they would ever do. It was already a known fact that they were nobody’s favorites there right now.

Being the kids who were whisked away to Auradon and chose good over evil and left them all there to rot, yeah there weren’t on anybody good side.

It didn’t help that when they came back, they brought with them the son of the man who locked them all there in the first place.

Yeah, they were really asking for trouble.

Teaching Ben to be, well, not Ben, proved to be a little easier than they originally predicted. He was a fast learner and quick to adapt.

A couple of the many traits Carlos grew to love about him.

Finally reaching their old hang out spot, Ben wanted to be the one to go and up and try and convince Mal to come back to Auradon but they knew it better to be Evie.

She knew how to what to say and how to get to the girl and she was her girlfriend.

Waiting for them downstairs, Jay went back to check on the limo cause on the Isle, you could never be too sure.

Leaving Carlos to be responsible for his curious boyfriend who kept wandering off.

“Ben! I already told you to not walk away from me!” Holding him by his arm while walking them back to the stairs at the hideout.

“You sound like my mother at the grocery store when I was a kid.”

“Well, apparently not much has changed since you’re acting like one wandering off and shit.”

“Oh really? Do I act like a kid when you’re calling me ‘daddy’?”

“I may be shorter and more passive but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you. Or at least get Jay to do it.”

While they continued to go back and forth, two pairs of eyes took notice to their playful argument, and both took a particular interest in the white haired son of Cruella.

“Well well well…” Ben and Carlos turned their heads, seeing the two henchmen of Carlos’s mother Horace and Jasper.

Carlos’ face visibly paled as he laid eyes upon the two henchmen. “Horace? Jasper? What are you two doing here?” He asked.

Ben recognized the names as Cruella’s two idiot henchmen. Now he understood why Carlos looked terrified. He wasn’t terrified of them, he was terrified of them bringing him home to his mother.

“Well, we were just walking by doing a fur run for your mom. Ever since you up and left to Auradon and decided to choose good, we’ve been stuck with all your old chores.” Horace said.

“Yeah, and since now that she doesn’t have you around, we are back to being the focus of her ‘tantrums’,” Jasper said taking a hand through Carlos’ hair only to have it smacked away.

“Oh, you don’t seem too happy to see us. Well, I know who would be absolutely overjoyed to see you.”

“Well, I know Cruella would just be overjoyed at having her son back.”
Before Carlos could get up in time, Jasper roughly grabbed him by his arm, twisting it hoping for a reaction but Carlos had a high pain tolerance.

Dragging him away, Jasper was not expecting the blow to the back of his head by something heavy and metal.

A flash in his eyes was all he saw before his vision went dark and he fell to the ground, knocked out to put it in short.

Carlos now freed from his grip turned to see Ben with some heavy looking metal rusty tool in his hand, his face an unlikely expression of anger that Carlos was not used to seeing on the always so kind and friendly king.

“Hey! What do you think you doing?” Horace said walking up prepared to attack, but the look on Ben’s face, the fire behind his eyes, and the not so subtle growl, Horace was suddenly rethinking that.

Horace sat there, watching the kid, his confident and menacing act diminished and non-existent, raised his hands in surrender, “Hey now kid, I-I don’t want no trouble now.” His voice said shaky and squeaky like a scared mouse.

Leave…” Ben growled lowly.

Horace backing up slowly, jumped out of his boots, literally, when Ben jumped at him, shouting with a rumble rough tone ‘NOW’, running to anywhere that was away from here.

Watching from the side, Carlos had never seen this side of Ben before. He knew that sometimes the son of the beast had his ‘roar”  moments, but he never had seen anything like this.

This Ben in front of him was angry, he was protective…

Well, he’s actually always protective but this was another level.

He was violent, brunt, rough, and something else Carlos couldn’t put his finger on, but he damn well that shit was hot and he liked it.

Ben, still staring at where Horace just took off, threw the tool to the side turning to where his boyfriend stood, now noticing his boyfriend staring at him.
His cloud of rage, vanishing as his eyes glazed over his little pup prince.

“You ok Carlos?” He said taking a look at his arm where that little piece of crap grabbed him.

“Uh um y-ye-yeah. I’m good.” Carlos said snapping out of his daze.

As Ben placed his arm back down at his side, he took the chance to look up into his Ben’s green eyes.

Even after he finally hit somewhat of a growth spurt, Ben still towered over him.

Ben thought it was cute.

Carlos thinks otherwise.

“Carlos? Carlos!” Ben snapped his fingers in front of Carlos’ face, snapping him out another trance.

“Huh? What?”

“You spaced out. Carlos, what’s wrong?” Ben asked concerned.

“Um, nothing’s wrong. Just… What was that?” Carlos replied.

“What was what?”

“That,” Carlos said gesturing to Jasper still knocked out on the ground, “What was that a few minutes ago.”

It finally dawning on Ben what he meant, he gave a little smirk down to his boyfriend, wrapping his arm around his waist, yanking Carlos forcefully against him.

Carlos who was surprised, to say the least, put his hands against Ben’s chest, jumping when he felt Ben’s other arm wrap around his waist and both his hands grab and squeeze his butt.

Leaning down, Ben let a husky breath graze Carlos’ ear, effectively causing him to shudder while pulling him even closer against his own body, not that he could get any closer.

Feeling Ben rub his ass, he had to take a few deep breaths to keep himself calm while the son of Beast whispered something in his ear.

“That’s just what happens when someone messes with what’s mine.” Ben whispered before adding a hard smack to Carlos’ bottom for emphasis.

Carlos, wide eyed and shocked, stared at what he could see of the back of Ben’s head as he had his face now buried in his neck taking whiffs of his scent.

Ben’s only been here on the Isle for 20 minutes and it’s already changing him as Carlos had a thought in his head.

‘I like this new Ben…’

Sorry, this is so late. Got caught up with college stuff! I’ll do a part to this eventually…

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ssquared2018  asked:

Hey bunny, I've been slump with school and was wondering if you could write some Jaylos study fluff to help me relax. Maybe the 4 VKs can be studying and Jay gets stressed out so Carlos cuddles him and maybe some smooches while they study together. (And maybe this outs them to the girls)

Sorry to hear that, I hope school has been going better for you! Enjoy!

“Dude, none of this makes sense.” Jay looks over when he hears a soft whining and chuckles. “No, not you Dude. I mean Carlos.”

“What have you moved on to?”

“Math.” Jay taps his pencil against the notebook. “The little squares on the paper.”

“It’s graphing. If you can do basic math, you can graph,” Carlos nudges Dude aside to move closer to his roommate. They are sitting on Jay’s bed together, books spread out before them and pencils littering the sheets. Mal and Evie have claimed Carlos’ bed for their own study session and the girls are in the middle of a lively flash card quiz for biology, but neither boy minds. It gives them an excuse to share a bed. For studying, of course. “You take this equation and use the coordinates in place of the x and y variables…”

Jay rubs his temple at the words. Auradon Prep is freaking out at how far behind the four of them are in basic classes. The Isle taught how to read and write (specifically for graffiti vandalism that Mal enjoyed), how to count (to know if someone shorted you in the market) and how to form a proper scheme to please their parents.

Coordinates and parts of a cell weren’t really that important compared to following in the footsteps of the four most evil villains to ever live.

“Pay attention!” Carlos snaps in front of his face and Jay blinks. “Do you get it?”

“Yeah. Totally.”

“Let me see you do the next one by yourself.”

Jay scowls, but grabs the pencil anyway. Put this number here and that number there…

“Wait, switch those.” Carlos’ finger brush against Jay’s hand. “First number is the x-coordinate, second is the y.”

He erases furiously and scribbles the numbers in the correct spots while glancing at the problem Carlos just finished and trying to follow the steps. He multiplied, then added…then drew the points on the graph and…

“You did it!” Carlos cheers and throws himself into Jay’s side, arms wrapping around him in a tight hug and lips finding his cheek for a loud ‘mwah!’ “I knew you could do it!”

Jay grins and returns the hug, noting the silence that has fallen over the room. He glances at Mal and Evie on Carlos’ bed, watching the two of them smugly. It takes another second for Carlos to straighten himself and flush terribly with the realization that he just kissed Jay in front of the girls.

“Hey babe?” Mal asks.

“Yes dear?” Evie looks at her as Mal leans forward and kisses her on the mouth with both boys watching. “Thank you dear, but we’re not done with photosynthesis yet.”

Jay grins at the girls, who smile back and continue with their flash cards. “If I got a kiss for getting one problem right,” he murmurs to Carlos, still red in the face, “what do I get when I ace my exam?”

So Many Ways to be Wicked | Part 2 | C.D.V

Originally posted by arianagrenades

Requested?: Yes. 
Word Count: 1,348
Pairing: Carlos De Vil / Reader

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Part 1


    The ancient wood that resided on the isle was never empty, always stirring. Scrawny, dark pelted squirrels nestled beneath the spindly undergrowth and gangs of trouble-making kids crept among the trees’ thin trunks. Creepers climbed their rough bark, grasping desperately for daylight. Their leaves rustled in the stale wind, whistling a grim tune. Vines swung from the trees like monkeys arms, grasping at passersby. 
    Abundant berries that grew in cloves of vibrant reds or blues clustered by worn footpaths, poisonous to the touch, and yet appetizing to an unsuspecting victim. 

    A girl ran through the lovely and deadly vegetation. Thorns pierced her skin, drawing blood, and her bare feet were caked with ebony soil and dried blood. A ratty t-shirt hung from her bony shoulders and jeans slipped from her angular waist. Her eyes were hollowed and cheeks, gaunt, and the girl was running on little more than sheer will. The little belongings she had managed to smuggle across to the isle had been stripped from her by marauders with glinting knives. 

    The girl knew where she was going, almost by heart, and yet she had never seen the place in her life. 

    Her feet petered to a stop, skimming the surface of the dirt. Her chest heaved and the breaths that puffed from her chapped lips were icy and came in bursts of clouds. Her sharp eyes snapped from the sky, where inky darkness grew, to the clearing that parted the trees just in front of her. 

    So close. She was so close. 

    And yet she found that her feet couldn’t move. She could see the smoke curling from the chimney over the treetops, but she couldn’t move. She wasn’t afraid. This much, she knew. The girl had prepared herself for this moment her whole life and had mapped out every situation and turn in conversation that might occur. 

    But spotting the pale orange glow of lights in the cottage window, she could feel a ball rising in her throat, tightening her chest. 

    And that was when the door was thrown open. 

    The bang rattled the wood, sending birds flocking from their nooks and squirrels scurrying away. A man, his body bent with age, emerged from the cobbled house. His crooked hands were curled around a knobby cane and his milky eyes searched the air. His nostrils flared once. Twice. And upon the third time, he turned his head and seemed to stare right at her. 

    “[Name]. You’ve come home.” 

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anonymous asked:

jaylos prompt: where carlos starts cheerleading in AP and jay gets so flustered when he sees him while playing tourney, and afterwards idk whatever you feel like should happen

“I can’t take it anymore, Mal. He has to quit.”

Mal wrinkled her nose delicately at Jay’s words as the two teens walked towards the Tourney field, her brow furrowing as she waited for Jay to continue with the rant he had been working towards letting out their entire walk. He had approached her twenty minutes earlier when Carlos had taken off from their dorm to head out to the field for Cheer practice, complaining about sinfully short shorts hugging muscular thighs in a manner that seemed too obscene to be allowed in Auradon Prep. Mal had rolled her eyes, guiding Jay through the hallway in an attempt to get him to Tourney practice in time, and Jay had continued on to state that crop tops had no business-none- looking that good on someone.

“You can’t just force him to quit because you can’t contain your boner, Jay.” Jay made a choking noise at Mal’s brash words, half turning in his step as he fixed her with an affronted look. She raised a brow, gesturing for him to turn his attention back to the path they were walking as she continued to speak. “He’s actually enjoying being around other people, Jay. He’s not locking himself away in your dorm room, he’s not getting picked on by the rest of the team…he’s happy. Do you want to take that away from him?” Jay sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, the two stepping off the path onto the too green grass of the field.

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The Hold Out

Requested: Hello :3 Jay and Mal’s egos get the best of them, and they end up in a fistfight, much to Evie and Carlos’ distress

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit OOC, I tried my best, but I couldn’t really figure out how to write this any other way. Also, sorry for the wait, I’ve been having a bit of a writer’s block. Without further ado, here you go!

“Obviously I can run faster, Mal. I’m the best Tourney player in Auradon.” Jay snaps, his temper getting the best of him.

“So what,” Mal snarks back. “You can play fetch with sticks and balls? What an achievement!”

“You know what, I’m tired of you berating us all the time, who put you in charge–”

“My mother, the evilest villain of them all–”

Yeah, well we aren’t on the Isle anymore, maybe it’s time for someone else to be the leader.”

Mal and Jay are standing close together, angrily staring daggers at each other, neither backing down. Mal jerks forward to try and scare the boy. He takes a step back and puts up his fists and Mal quickly mirrors his stance.

“You wanna hit me?” Mal raises her eyebrows at Jay, a taunting smirk on her face. “Hit me.”

So Jay does. 

He moves his fist towards Mal, throwing all his wait into the punch. Mal ducks swiftly, jabbing Jay in the stomach as she does. He groans, coughing and taking several steps back to regain his composure. Mal raises her hand in his direction, as if to say, that’s what you get.

The gesture enrages Jay and he rushes forward, making the same movement again, only this time when Mal ducks, he grabs her wrist and twists it behind her back, forcing her against a nearby wall.

Mal struggles, cursing under her breath.

“Had enough?” Jay says smugly just as the door to the dorm opens.

Evie and Carlos walk in, laughing, but stop immediately when they see what their two respective partners are up to.

“Guys, what are you–”

“Not even close!” Mal snarls, pushing Jay off her and landing a punch straight to his face.

Jay spits blood and uses one hand to wipe at the gash on his bottom lip, keeping the other one up in a defensive position. Mal glares at him as he abruptly swings towards her, his fist connecting with Mal’s nose with an audible crunch.

Evie and Carlos gasp and quickly throw themselves between the brawling two. Carlos holds Jay back, placing a hand on his chest and another on his face, brushing his fingers over the boy’s busted lip. Evie tilts Mal’s head back and inspects her gushing nose. Mal glares at Jay over Evie’s shoulder and he glowers back at her. When Evie notices this, she grabs Mal’s chin and pulls the girl’s face to her’s sharply, so they’re eye to eye.

“Hey, none of that.” Evie snaps, swiping at the blood pouring out of her lover’s nose. “What were you two even thinking?”

“Jay was testing me–” Mal tries to argue.

Carlos drops his hands from his boyfriend’s face, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

“Of course it was you, you big idiot.” Carlos grumbles. “You always gotta piss somebody off.”

Jay gapes at Carlos, offended.

“No, don’t give me that,” Carlos wags a finger at Jay. “You’re always doing this, and look where it gets you, fighting with your best friend.”

Jay scoffs at Carlos, looking away from the other boy.

“I just don’t get why Mal gets to be in charge of this whole mission.” Jay mutters angrily.

“So I don’t do stupid stuff like activating security alarms.” Mal remarks snidely to him.

Evie shoves Mal lightly, and Mal shrugs, plugging her nose and tilting her head back to try and stop the bleeding.

“It’s true.” Mal grumbles, wiping a drop of blood off her upper lip.

“I don’t care if it’s true or not, you’re as much to blame as he is.” Evie reprimands her.

What? He threw the first punch!” Mal defends herself.

“Yeah, and who antagonized him?” Evie raises an eyebrow at her girlfriend, resting her hands on her hips.

“Well, me, but–” Mal tries to recover.

“Yeah, you. You’re both in the wrong here.” Evie says.

Carlos nods his agreement and places a hand on Evie’s shoulder, moving his head in the direction of the door. Evie and Carlos both make their way towards it, without a word.

“Hey, wait, where are you two going?” Mal pipes up.

“We’re giving you two a time out.” Carlos says.

“A time out?” Jay snorts.

“Yes, Jay, a time out.” Carlos glares at him, showing how serious he is.

“We won’t be back until you two have made up.” Evie says. “And we’ll be locking you two in here until then.”

Mal and Jay jump up from their previous sitting positions as the door closes and locks with a ‘click’.

“You can’t do that!” Jay says, banging on the locked door.

“We can, and we will.” Carlos says smugly from the other side of the door.

“This isn’t fair, we’re never going to make up!” Mal shouts at the door, crossing her arms.

“Yeah!” Jay agrees, side-eyeing Mal.

“That’s okay, we can both be quite patient.” Evie says.

“Right, we can wait however long it takes.” Carlos says.

“Baby, come on, you know you can’t go a day without all of this,” Jay says cockily, motioning to his body even though the other boy can’t see him.

“I mean, I did go a whole lot of years without it until this one, so I think I’ll be alright.” Carlos says.

Evie hears Mal laugh at Jay and grins slyly.

“I wouldn’t laugh so hard at that, M.” Evie remarks. “I’m perfectly happy with our new detachable shower head for as long as this takes.”

The grin on Mal’s face is dropped quickly and she smacks into the door, placing her hands on it.

“No, Eves, baby, babe, sweetheart, no!” Mal grovels.

Evie smiles at this and Carlos has to hold in a laugh.

“Jay, Jay, we’re good right, buddy?” Mal elbows the boy in the side.

Jay nods his head frantically, grabbing Mal into a hug.

“Yep, we’re super, Mal.” Jay says loudly, cupping his hand over his mouth to amplify the sound. “All good in the hood over here! We’re hugging it out, now!”

Evie snorts and Carlos rolls his eyes.

“Dorks.” Evie grins, unlocking the door and letting them out.