Ooo congratulations on your new job! Since it's prom season... how about a promposal fic? I guess in Auradon's case it would be a ball-posal though! :) Congrats again!
Oh, how cute! I didn’t get back until much later than I planned, so I’m writing this while I’m tired, but it’s too cute!
Guilt was becoming a more familiar emotion the longer they were in Auradon and it was one of the few things that Mal hated about her new school. She had felt it when Ben was drugged into loving her, she felt it when she held Fairy Godmother’s wand in her hands, she felt it every time she looked at her mother, small and scaly in a tiny cage.
Looking at the pride and excitement on Jay’s face, Mal felt that dreaded guilt again.
“I’ve been working on this for two nights,” he boasted. “I’ve kept it hidden under my bed, Pup has no idea.”
Mal didn’t roll her eyes at Jay’s ridiculously sweet nickname for his boyfriend. He never made fun of the names Evie gave her, she could return the courtesy.
“Are you sure he’ll…like this, Jay?”
“What do you mean?”
A giant, bright poster, spanning nearly the width of the room, laid at their feet. Swirled, elegant lettering spelt out ‘Carlos De Vil, will you go to prom with me?’ while stickers and crudely hand-drawn cartoons decorated the edges.
Jay looked at her cautiously, as if Mal was about to tear him down as often as she use to. “I was gonna have the cheerleaders hold it up at-.”
“Hold it up at the end of the last game.” Mal finished. “You told me. You said you were going to make a crazy announcement and have the tourney team lift Carlos in the air for it all?”
“Yep.” Jay crossed his arms and grinned.
“But Carlos doesn’t… He doesn’t like being the center of attention, Jay.” Mal pushed. “It makes him uncomfortable and nervous.”
He made a face, a mix of surprise and confusion, as if Jay doesn’t understand how he didn’t consider that or how Mal remembered it before he did. Jay furrowed his brows. “I-I know that.” He said quickly. “I was gonna make it quick.”
“Are you sure you want to ask him like this? I know you mean well, but this might embarrass him.”
“No it won’t!” Jay clenched his fists. “The whole point of this is to show I’m not embarrassed of him!” Mal opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, waiting for Jay to continue. “I… I want Carlos to know that I… I like him and I don’t care who knows it.”
Mal considered his words, hand on hip. She ventured over to Jay’s bed and gestured for him to sit beside her. “Maybe Carlos just needs to know that you like him and that’s all. You don’t need to make a big deal of your relationship to the school for him to know that.”
“It was gonna be big and spectacular,” Jay pouted. “It was gonna be memorable.”
“How about just make it special for Carlos? He’s the only one you’re asking, not the whole school.”
Jay rested his chin on his hands. “I guess. All the Pup would really want is just for me to ask him in between classes or something,” he muttered.
Mal snickered. “You can make it a little more special than that. It’s not like your only options are to make a spectacle or to do nothing. It’ll still be nice to make it special.”
“Well what are you doing that’s so special?” A moment passed. “You don’t have anything planned, do you?”
“No.” Mal joined him, slouching forward to rest her chin on her hands. “I was just gonna ask her with flowers and chocolate but that’s too simple for E. I mean, she’ll love anything I do because she’s Evie. But I want her to really love it. Nothing is grand enough.”
“We should switch.”
“No thanks. Carlos is pretty, but not as pretty as Evie.”
Jay laughed and punched her shoulder. “I meant we should trade promposal ideas, not relationship partners.”
“That’s…not a bad idea, actually.” Mal sat straighter, finger to her lips in thought. “Can you get Carlos’ name off of that sign?”
“I was joking.”
It was Mal’s turn to punch his shoulder. “But it’s perfect. E would love a huge, crazy prom ask in front of the whole school. I already bought the choc- don’t give me that look. Yes, I bought them, not stole - I bought the chocolates already, you can have them if I can take your sign.”
Jay gave her a sideways look. “Flowers and chocolate… Well, maybe chocolate and a new tool kit would really make Carlos happy. He would love that actually.”
“Let me take a look at this sign,” Mal hopped off of the bed and knelt on the ground. “I could go over and re-do a lot of these pictures,” she traced Jay’s pencil sketches and looked up, “I can definitely improve this. Can you pull some favors with the tourney team for me?”
“Yeah. You scare the piss out of Chad and Ben is still sweet on you,” Jay snickered. “If you get Evie out on the field at the end of the game, I can hook you up with the megaphone.”
A grin took over Mal’s face. Her smiles were no longer mischievous and nasty, but genuine and excited; the reminder of the change in his friend brought a smile to Jay’s own face.
“This is gonna be perfect! E will love having everyone watch her get asked to prom and have the cheerleaders holding up signs for her,” Mal’s grin grew at the idea of surprise and happiness on her girlfriend’s face. This is exactly what Evie would want, she bloomed like the fairest flower under attention and would flourish being in front of the entire student body.
Mal stood quickly, reaching for the door and calling over her shoulder. “I’m going to run back to my room, I’ll bring the box of chocolates and some paint!”
Her guilt for ruining Jay’s grand promposal effort was forgotten and replaced with two new emotions: excitement and joy. True, Mal had never experienced those things before Auradon, but the reason for them had been with her for many years. Excitement and joy were found in expressive brown eyes and curly blue hair, in soft hands and a softer voice, in ridiculous nicknames and in kisses that left Mal breathless.
And Goodness, she was going to make asking Evie to prom as exciting and joyful as the princess herself.
Jay is very jealous with Carlos, not because he doesn’t trust him, but because he doesn’t trust others. He’s never had anyone who cared about his feelings and he knows that Carlos can be too trusting. He’s so fearful of someone taking advantage of that trust, and he doesn’t know how to show that fear except through jealously and possessiveness since those are some of the only emotions he was allowed back on the isle.
When they first got to the school Carlos had never slept in a bed. He slept in a small cupboard all his life on the hard cold floor. His bed in auradon was too soft, too warm. After the second week of waking up to Carlos on the ground between their bed jay moved all of their blankets and pillows on the ground. From there they graduated to sleeping on a mattress on the ground, then pushed their beds together, then, after they came out as a couple, only to Lonnie, Jane, the other VKs and Ben, mal turned their 2 beds into one.
Mal and evie have always been affectionate with each other in a very intimate way. They don’t see it as romantic, they’re friends, soul partners and sisters who lovingly explored their bodies with each other. Ben and Doug don’t really get it, they just kind of call it poligamy and try to be understanding. The VK didn’t grown up with the ideas of monogamy or relationships based on anything but possession, power and lust. All they know is that what they have with each other wasn’t based on that, but instead based on the purest of love. And sometimes they express that love with long kisses and wandering hands.
In short, mal and evies love started before they became sexually curious and therefore they see their love as just love, no lust. However they did explore magic together and are forever spiritually intwinned. They bring each other pleasure to make each other happy and help the other explore and educate themselves. Jay and Carlos, on the other hand, met after they became familiar with the feeling of lust. Lust was part of the bases of their relationship and therefore when they got somewhere that lust and companionship was allowed to be called a loving and happy relationship, they jumped at the idea.
Mal and evie are soulmates. They’re always going to be together in some capacity. Their spirits are meant to be together, forever intertwined, they don’t care if they make love or stay just sisters, they just know they’re meant to be in each other’s lives. Jay and Carlos are lovers on the other hand,true lovers full of youth and desire. They began in romance and will stay together in a romantic capacity .
Also both mal and evie are practicing witches (this is canon), however they often practice together. They’re their own coven, tiny but immensely strong. Carlos sometimes dabbles and joins them for simple rituals and meditation, just because he loves the feeling of closeness it brings them. He’s always been the most emotionally open of the kids so he finds himself having an easier time connecting with the spiritual side of magic. Jay doesn’t dabble just because he fears how vulnerable it would make him. He would have to find and become in tune with his own emotions and he doesn’t really know how to do that. That being said, he and Carlos have started meditating together and jay smiles when he finds little protection amulets and healing pouches stashed around their room.
some jaylos headcanons because im a pile of garbage
sometimes when carlos is really tired after practice, jay gives him piggyback rides back to the dorm but he doesn’t mind because he likes the way carlos’ chin fits in the crook of his neck
jay rly likes holding hands because his are like four times larger than carlos’
carlos didn’t know what to say in response to jay telling him he loves him for the first time so he just said “thanks” and patted his shoulder
but then like two weeks later carlos finally said it back and it was p romantic
literally everybody knew they were together from the moment they stepped into the new school, so when they finally “came out” nobody cared and they were like ??? ?? why are we not the center of attention
carlos is always really honored whenever jay actually buys something for him instead of stealing it because he doesn’t do that for anyone
jay normally doesn’t wear buns but if carlos is messing w his hair, he’s in no place to take it out
they’re both heavy sleepers so in order for them to wake up, they need like ten alarms set to go off at the same time. normally it’s enough to wake carlos up, but jay occasionally needs water dumped on him or something
sometimes they accidentally switch jerseys, so every once in a while they’ll show up to a game with jay barely able to breathe and carlos practically wearing a dress
carlos actually “accidentally” wears jay’s clothes pretty often because he knows jay has a thing for him in oversized sweaters/shirts esp if they’re his own
even though jay is almost never seen casually without his godforsaken beanie, he likes when carlos wears it or even has it sticking out of his pocket because “it’s something to hold onto” that pretentious asshole
A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer.
This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.
Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.
She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.
Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.
Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.
Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.
“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”
She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.
“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”
“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”
“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”
Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.
“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”
The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.
“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”
“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”
“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”
The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.
“Your point?” She asks.
The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.
“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”
That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.
Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.
“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”
“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”
“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.
“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.
“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.
“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”
“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”
With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.
“And if I don’t?” She calls.
And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.
“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.
“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.
“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.
“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”
“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”
“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”
“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”
“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”
“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”
“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.
She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.
“Welcome aboard princess.”
A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”
The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.
“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”
“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”
“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.
Harry takes it gladly.
“After you princess.”
The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.
“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”
“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”
“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.
“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”
“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”
“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”
“I like that,” she smiles.
“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.
“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”
Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.
“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”
“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”
She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.
“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.
“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”
Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.
“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”
“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”
“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”
“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.
“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.
Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.
“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”
Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.
“I’m ready for anything.”
Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.
“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.
“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”
As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eyes shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.
Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.
“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.
“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”
“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.
“You love it.”
“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”
“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.
“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.
The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.
“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”
“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”
“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”
The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.
“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”
“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.
“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.
“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”
“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”
Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.
“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”
“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”
“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”
Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”
“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.
“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”
The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.
“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”
“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”
“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”
“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.
“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”
Summary: superpowers!au: Telepathic!Carlos is starting his first day at Auradon Prep to better control his powers. He’s usually pretty good at tuning out the voices in his head, but as he walks around campus, all he hears is some guy (loudly) thinking of every naughty thing he wants to do to Carlos
Carlos tries to keep distance between himself and Jay for the rest of the tour. Not because he dislikes the pyrokinetic, but because he doesn’t know how to react to all of Jay’s physical affections. An arm around his shoulder, pulling his hand, ruffling his hair - all things that could be written off as Jay being simply overly friendly. But all the thoughts running through his head conveyed much less-innocent intentions.
“Can’t wait to get my hands all over you. Rip off your clothes and kiss your freckles, suck on your neck. Get you in my lap and feel you squirm against me, moaning in my ear as I pull your hair. Or maybe you’ll want to pull mine? I’ll let you do anything you want, baby boy.”
Even worse than the detailed thoughts was Carlos’ own reaction to them. Horrified and paralyzed at first, he couldn’t deny he was having some sort of…agreeing responses to Jay’s thoughts. He had never considered dating or, well fucking back on the island. He couldn’t risk it. The island was riddled with diseases and untrustworthy people who would instantly take advantage of someone in the midst of pleasure.
Jay’s thoughts were nothing new (and were rather innocent compared to the thoughts of some of the villains) but Carlos rarely imagined himself in such positions. The idea was not unappealing but it was still…frightening. Too new and vulnerable.
Normally, Carlos would block out the thoughts. It would be difficult with Jay so close and with his thoughts directed at Carlos, but he could at least try. But those touches on his arm and lower back, long fingers around his wrist, all of it left him so distracted and wound-up that Carlos could hardly control his own thoughts, let alone Jay’s.
Hiding on the other side of Evie as they walk helps a bit, keeps distance between himself and the non-stop porn narrator. “Want me to talk to him?” Her question is simple and calm, but Carlos can hear the underlying threat in her voice.
Carlos shakes his head. He appreciates Evie’s desire to protect him, but it wouldn’t help. “We don’t need you flying off the handle and breaking him.” He smiles a bit to show he’s teasing but Mal’s voice pops up from behind them.
“It’s been a while since Princess broke someone, I wouldn’t mind seeing it again.” She nudges Evie and smiles. No one comments at the blush on Evie’s face.
“Oh, this sounds like fun.” “Who’re we breaking, guys?”
Evie quirks a brow at Carlos, as if to double check that he does’t want their new tour guide broken, but smiles sweetly at Jay. “No one, hopefully. Where to next?”
Jay pouts in disappointment, but leans against Carlos again and his face brightens considerably. “We covered the gyms, the halls, the the training buildings…I think that’s all.”
“Thank Evil,” Mal sighs dramatically. “I need to go redecorate our room. Tear down some pink and put up some purple.” Evie clears her throat. “And some blue.”
“Which hall are you guys in?” The question is open to all of them, but he glances at Carlos. “Please say Elias, please say Elias.”
“We’re all in Elias.” Evie answers.
Carlos can hardly hear Jay’s voice over the cheering in his head. But he can certainly guess what the other is so happy about. “What a coincidence. So am I.” He throws his arm around Carlos again, pulling him tighter, fingers rubbing circles into his shoulder and making his breath hitch.
Evie glances between the two of them, warily watching Jay. “What floor?”
“We’re on the second. Carlos is on the first.”
“Ehh, I’ll make it work.” “Well let’s go.” Jay doesn’t remove his arm from Carlos’ shoulders as he walks. Carlos isn’t sure how he feels about it. Before meeting Mal and Evie, human contact was always something he wanted to avoid because his mother was the only person to ever put her hands on him. But Evie gave hugs and Mal was always nudging him. Jay’s actions are similar to theirs, Carlos notes. Not threatening, not hitting or painful. He’s friendly and warm. Definitely friendlier than either of the girls, but neither one of them wanted to screw him. Or, as Jay had thought earlier, “fuck him so hard, he’ll forget your own name.”
“I’m guessing you two are rooming together,” he nodded to the girls, “so who’s your roomie?”
Carlos had tried to stay quiet through the tour, worried of his own voice, but now he has to answer. “I…I don’t have one. No one needed a roommate.”
Mal scoffs. “More like everyone was too chicken to bunk with someone from the Isle.”
Evie shushes her. Only two days at Auradon Prep and she already hates being reminded that they’re not from here. But remembering their old lives on the island, Carlos doesn’t blame her. He’d prefer to forget they came from there too.
But Jay’s thoughts distract him again (really, everything about Jay is starting to distract him). “So I don’t need to worry about any roommate walking in once I’ve got you where I want you, baby boy. I don’t have to be quiet when I pin you to the mattress and have you screaming.”
Carlos wonders if his face will be stained red after spending the afternoon with Jay.
The name of the Rotten Four’s dorm room, Elias, is named after Walt Disney’s father.
Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas for this. Also message me if you have any Jaylos prompts or headcannons!
lately i’ve been thinking about when/how jay and carlos started having feelings for each other/fell in love?? like they were best friends for a while but how long did it take for them to realize that they meant more to each other than they thought? idk here are some thoughts
it was really hot outside, so jay and carlos were just hanging out, unable to do anything too mischievous due to the heat. they were just lazing about in front of a fan–talking and laughing together–rather than their normal routine which was basically just ruining other people’s day. this made carlos see jay in a different way, despite the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the t-shirt sticking to his chest. he saw him more as a companion, and less as an accomplice. it was a subtle yet powerful realization.
carlos had never been interested in pursuing girls, or anyone else for that matter. though over time he began to catch himself gazing into jay’s dark, captivating eyes for too long, or admiring the way he carried himself, so confident and carefree. it wasn’t long before he was studying the softness of jay’s hair as his nimble fingers pushed it behind his ear or the way he licked his lips after he spoke. carlos was aware that he had never seen someone in this way before, so it wasn’t long before he admitted to both jay and himself that he had these feelings.
it was shortly after the first time they had sex. awkward, loud, messy, sweaty sex. the both of them were catching their breaths, legs and fingers still tangled together. jay turned his head to gaze at the boy he had shared the most intimate form of contact with only minutes ago. carlos’ hair was stuck to his damp forehead, as were the sheets to his freckled hips. he looked more beautiful than ever before, despite the beads of sweat rolling down his neck, over the light, surfacing bruises jay proudly left him with. that’s when he knew this wasn’t just sex, but making love.
the fact that it was the peak of winter on the isle and carlos almost always had little to no coat on made it much easier for him to fall ill. sneezing, coughing, throwing up, and a burning fever. carlos was bedridden for the entire weekend, which didn’t stop cruella from going about her schedule as if her son wasn’t suffering at home. this gave jay an opportunity to step in, though, despite carlos’ protests. he couldn’t believe jay, someone who makes it his #1 mission in life to make other people miserable, would give up his entire weekend to stay with him until he felt better. when you watch someone you care about bring you soup and medicine, then sleep with you under the layers of blankets they brought with no worry as to them getting sick as well, you appreciate them in a different way.
jay woke up late one night to the small lamp across the dorm being shone on his face, which he soon realized was just another one of carlos’ late night study sessions. he stumbled over to the wooden desk and leaned against it, not even earning a glance from his studious roommate. he noticed carlos’ freckled nose wrinkling every few seconds, which he assumed is a habit of concentration. that’s when he realized he was smitten.
heyo!! your jaylos prompts are rly cute and i read that you said to request if we wanted you to write them, so can you write the one where jay needs help in science and wonders if he can fluster carlos more than he can learn anything???? it's super cute!!
Rated PG-13 for some intense language from Jay
Initially, Jay was pissed, he didn’t need some nerdy tutor to bore him for hours after school everyday. He didn’t need to know bullshit chemistry or biology.
But Fairy Godmother insisted. “You’ll be getting help from Carlos De Vil. He’s the president of the the Science Club.” She added that last tidbit smugly, as if being King of the Nerds made this De Vil guy any less of a nerd.
Jay just groaned.
But if he didn’t bring up his grades, GM would kick him off the tourney team and prohibit him from going to his prom in a few months and Jay sure as hell wasn’t missing the biggest bash of the year because he didn’t know the parts of a cell.
Enviously watching the last of the students skip out of the doors, Jay takes his time getting to the library. He doesn’t want to go or dedicate even more time learning something he’ll never use.
He pushes open the doors to the library, a room he is just familiar with to at least know where it is, but nothing beyond that, and glares around it. A handful of library workers are there, some kids at computers, some doing homework.
Jay has had a couple of classes with Carlos De Vil before, but they’ve never spoken to each other before; they had no reason to socialize with one another. That was a couple of years back though, before De Vil got put into advanced classes and special lessons. Even if Cruella is batshit crazy, her son is suppose to be some sort of genius.
He recognizes the De Vil hair, thick and curly, two different colors just like his infamous mother. Jsy slouches in annoyance but still makes his way over to the table, already lined with books and packets and other shit. De Vil doesn’t look up until Jay loudly drops his backpack in the seat next to him; the smaller student jumps in his seat, whipping his head up in alarm.
Wide eyes look up at Jay and the pen leaning against his lips moves when he gives a small, nervous smile. It’s cute, kind of. “Hi, I’m Carlos. You’re Jay, right?”
“The one and only.” Jay plops down into the other seat, kicking his feet up right away and smirking when De Vil pouts.
“Please don’t put your shoes on my books.”
“No problem.” Jay toes off his shoes, leaving just his socks on top of the text books.
De Vil snatches his books back, letting Jay’s feet drop on to the desk, and scowls in annoyance.
Heh, maybe this will be fun?
“Okay, I got your last test from Professor Aquata,” De Vil starts after a deep sigh. “You guys are on marine biology right now and she’s wickedly pissed that you failed. She takes it as a personal offense.”
The indignance that this kid went out and got Jay’s own test before even meeting him dies at hearing De Vil swear. Even if it is just ‘pissed’, it isn’t a word Jay expected him to use and he snickers, half in amusement, half in shock.
“We’ll start with coral reefs, since Professor Aquata has a personal connection to them, it’s really important to know those.” De Vil moves his chair closer to Jay and pushes the open book toward him. “I’ve highlighted this section because it references the impact…”
Jay tips his chair back to balance on two legs and allows his head to fall back over the top of his seat, seeing the library upside down. He catches sight of Lonnie packing up and walking past the librarian desk. “Hey Lon,” he calls, not abiding by the rule the library had about whispering, “looking good!” Jay whistles at her and winks, but Lonnie just shakes her head with a smile. She had never given into Jay’s advances, but his attempts have built an odd friendship with her.
“Hey!” A quick push has his chair flat on the ground again. “Pay attention!” De Vil sounds irritated and snaps his fingers in front of Jay’s face
Jay groans and drops his head. “Relax, dude. You can’t blame a guy for trying to get a bit of tail, right?”
A sputter and stammering voice has him looking up at De Vil, his cheeks turning pink and eyes avoiding contact. “Th-that’s not what you’re here for!”
A shit-eating grin splits Jay’s face at De Vil’s embarrassment. “Why’re you getting so nervous, man? Got the hots for Lonnie?”
The blush doesn’t fade as he trips over his words again. “Of-of course not!” He hisses, but looks Jay in the eyes. “She’s an-an excellent graphic de-designer. I admire her work and nothing more!” De Vil finishes quickly, speaking as if he’s defending Lonnie’s honor and making it very clear he has no impure thoughts about her, and crosses his arms.
Jay chuckles. It’s kind of cute he wanted to defend Lon. “Why so defensive then?” He asks, leaning forward, still grinning. “You’re high-strung, maybe you’re the one who needs to get laid.” Jay winks.
The open mouth and horrified silence are so worth his wasted afternoon in the library, Jay decides. “That’s none of your business!” The blush spreads from his cheeks to his ears, the tips as red as the enchanted rose King Beast keeps in the museum.
“Maybe I’m making it my business,” Jay all but purrs and De Vil gives him a spooked look, leaning away. “Are you a virgin?” De Vil’s mouth clamps shut immediately, and Jay’s smirk becomes predatory. “I’ll take that a yes.”
Trembling hands reach for his books again, almost as if they were an object of comfort as Jay suspects they might be. “L-let’s get b-b-back to cora-. Hey!”
Jay steals the book away and holds it possessively. He ignores the fact that he’s actually holding a book for the sake of the fun he’s having. De Vil eyes him warily, breathing erratic and short.
“I think I’d rather learn about you, Mr. De Vil.” The blush, a delicious shade of pink, travels down his throat and Jay lets his thoughts wander about where else this kid is turning red.
“There’s not much to know.” His words have an act of finality to them, but Jay pushes.
“Ever kiss a girl?”
De Vil purses his lips around his pen and eyes his book in Jay’s arms, fingers twitching like he wants to grab it back. After a pause, he nods.
It has to be impossible for his face to get redder.
“Which one did you like more?”
A shrug. De Vil lowers his pen and puts a hand to his mouth, covering half of his face, and Jay thinks it might be the most adorable sight he’s ever seen.
“Has anyone ever told you how hot you are?”
Eyebrows shoot up, as if that is a line Jay isn’t suppose to cross, and he inhales deeply and shakes his head.
“I just,” his voice is hoarse. De Vil swallows before continuing, “I just get called ‘c-cute’…a-a lot.” He sounds annoyed at that, but he pouts in a way that only confirms his complaint.
“Well you are cute,” Jay murmurs, resting his head on his hands and staring at the other teen. “Especially when you blush.” He winks but De Vil scowls at him. “But, Carlo-os,” Jay drags out the last syllable of his name and the scowl fades into trembling lips, “you’re also hot as hell.”
His face stays just as red, but the corners of Carlos’ lips quirk up, as if he’s fighting a smile. Jay wonders how no one has ever told Carlos that he’s hot. It’s a shame for the other boy not to realize it.
“And, I think most people would agree that I am hot as well.” Carlos rolls his eyes, but Jay continues. “And I think you and I could do something very hot together.”
Carlos blinks at him, clearly taken back by the invitation. “Huh?”
Jay laughs a little at the noise; he’s reduced one of the smartest students to a confused, flustered mess. He leans closer to Carlos, whose eyes flicker downward before he leans closer too and their faces are nearly touching. “How about you and I get out of here and enjoy each oth-. Hey!”
“A-ha!” Carlos proudly holds his book that he has just snatched out of an unsuspecting Jay’s arms. An annoyed librarian shushes them and Carlos ducks his head in embarrassment.
“As I w-was saying,” Carlos began, voice becoming more confident as he opens the book, allowing it to be the distraction instead of himself. He pays no attention to Jay staring at him with his mouth hanging open. “Coral reefs protect shorelines from the damage of storms. They take most of the damage themselves from the waves that a storm creates and lessens the destruction done to the shoreline.”
“Dude, seriously?” Jay whines. Part of him is impressed that Carlos managed to grab his book back, but he had been enjoying teasing Carlos and he was about to (hopefully) enjoy many other aspects of him.
Carlos sneaks a glance at him, his face still flushed in a way that Jay finds very appealing now.
“Tell you what,” Carlos whispers, softer than anything else he’s spoken thus far. He taps the end of his pen against his mouth and in between his lips. (Jay bites his tongue and reminds himself that he can’t be jealous of an inanimate object.) “Pay attention now and get at least…a B on your make-up test,” Jay scoffs, “and then you and I can go be…hot together or whatever,” he finishes, avoiding his gaze.
Jay raises a brow at him. “I know what I meant by that, but what do you mean by it?”
“We’ll work out the details of our agreement later.” Carlos stares intensely at his book while Jay stares intensely at him.
He leans close, so close that his lips touch a still very red ear as he speaks. “Does that mean I’d get to change that virginity status for you?”
Carlos shivers in his seat and Jay pulls away to watch him squirm.
“I-I-I don’t kn-know about that.” He stutters. “I m-mean, you’d need at l-least an A for that.”
Jay laughs, loud and excited and surprised, and waves off the librarian that shushes them again.
Maybe this tutoring thing wouldn’t suck as much as he thought it would.
(Or, taking another look at the way Carlos’ lips moved around his pen cap, hopefully it does.)
Whew, kind of long, but I liked it! And I think I ended it way better than most of my stuff.
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