WHO’S READY FOR JAYLOS Y’ALL

guess who’s coming back to business baby!

hey carter! I was wondering if I could maaaaaybe do a lil doodle for your "something" snippet of writing? (I'm not promising anything I may chicken out) but it's really adorable!!!

ooo sure sure !!!! go right ahead !!!!

Trans Carlos

In response to your statement about trans Carlos, I wrote this. Hope you like it! —————————————- “Carlos? You okay in there? Do you want me to get Evie or Mal?” I hear from the other side of the bathroom door. I look up from my spot in the tub, crying into my knees. “Please! Please, Jay!” I yelled, before going back to sobbing into my knees. I hear him rush out the door, slamming the door shut. Why was I born like this? Why couldn’t I be born in the right body? Why was it me? Why me? I hear 3 different types of footsteps run in to the room on the other side. “Carlos, it’s Mal and Evie. Can we come in? Please, Carlos.” I hear Evie plead, I groan in responses. “Carlos, it’s okay. Don’t worry. We’ll help our little manly man Carlos get over this bump in the road. It will be over soon.” Mal said, flipping through her spell book, looking for the spell. Evie rubs my back. “One day this will all be over. The spell has never failed before. Maybe I need to recast it every 6 months.” Mal said, finding the spell. “Or maybe his body doesn’t respond to it anymore. Maybe your magic isn’t strong enough to cast the spell. Maybe we need to talk to Fairy God-” Jay says through the door before Evie kicks the door. “We are not telling Godmother! I-can’t-do-that!” I yelled, sobbing again into my knees. “Carlos? Can we go to the bed? You can just lay on the bed and listen to some music. Okay?” Evie asked. I nod weakly. Mal and Evie help me stand and take me to the bed. Jay grabs my headphones and starts my iPod music up. I listen to it as they talk. Evie taps my knee and Jay pulls off the headphones off. “Carlos, we have discussed and decided that, no matter what you want, we are going to tell Fairy Godmother.” Mal says, looking at me with a look that says no arguing about it. “We care about you. If Mal can’t do the spell, what will happen to you? We don’t want to worry about if we are going to find you close to dead on the bathroom floor again. Please, Carlos!” Evie pleads to me. “I’d think it’s time for me to intervene.” We hear from the door. I glance at the door and see Fairy Godmother. “Carlos, you could have told me about this. We have ways to stop it without magic. Come, Mr. de Vill.” Fairy Godmother says, starting to walk away from the door. I follow her, holding Evie’s hand and having Jay pat my back. Mal just follows, glaring at everyone. She takes us to the nurse’s office and into a private room. “Do you bind your chest? If so with what? What spell have you been using, Mal, to stop the estrogen and the monthly visitor? May I see it?” Fairy Godmother asked, pulling out a a spandex like sports bra. “He just wears layers. We have been using this spell.” Mal says, opening the book and pointing at the spell. Fairy Godmother read through it. “This is a very reliable spell, actually. I’m shock your mother had one in here, Mal.” She said, taking the book and picking up the phone. I look at her in confused. “I’m calling one of the gender therapist at the hospital. If you had talked to me sooner, you could have already been on testosterone and had blockers.” Fairy Godmother says, noticing my confusion. “Um. What is a gender therapist?” Jay asked. “What’s testosterone?” Evie followed with. “What are blockers?” Mal asked. “Am I in trouble?” I ask, scared to be sent back to the Isle. “Gender therapist is someone who talks to people like Carlos. They help the person becomes who they really are. Testosterone is what the estrogen is to a female. Blockers are something that stops the hormone. In Carlos’ case, it would stop the estrogen. It would help him be normal. No, Carlos. You are not in trouble. You will never be in trouble for this. Understand?” Fairy Godmother explained patiently. She then calls the hospital and talks for a long time before hanging up. “That was the gender therapist. His name is Dr. Gret. He is one of the best in the business, especially for ftm. He is a personal friend of mine and will be very nice and will help you, sweetie. Okay? You have an appointment for tomorrow with him. Alright?” She says, talking slow, steady and soft. “Does that mean I will start to look more like how I feel like inside?” I asked. Fairy Godmother nods.

trans carlos is very important

very important.

what character gives carlos his dog? i ship him and carlos

ben. hahah, i can see why.

i’ll definitely write all of your head canons once i feel up to it alright !!! i love all of you so much !!!

the video was not the best quality but I just had to make this part into gifs

So remember that idea I had where Jay over pranks Carlos with a scary fake dog thing and makes him cry and he regrets it? Welp I drew a thing.

*starts listening to “Could it be by Christy Carlson Romano”. Starts drawing Jaylos*

guys !! sorry !! i’m !! literally !! never !! writing !!

i swear to god i am working on prompts !! i just have so many on so many blogs i always forget about a few !!

Prompt: Carlos is pregnant and Jay is very very over protective daddy.

hello !! sorry but i’m not a big fan of m!preg aaaaa-- maybe ?? i could write a story about carlos and jay adopting a kid ??

Ben, Chad and Jay all fight over Carlos in front of the hole school and in front of Carlos. ((I have two people doing the same prompt but ones do one where Jaylos wins and another where Benlos wins so in this one Chadlos wins))

okay, i hate to tell you this and i am a horrible person buut — i don’t really ?? write for ??? chadlos ????? especially since i really disliked chad’s character (you’d think his mother would have taught him some sense) aaaaaa i’m really sorry ?? maybe ask someone else ????? ’cause tbh this blog is more jaylos than anything.

g o i n g  “ h o m e . ” requested by studyandcompany​

“Jay,” called a familiar voice.

The male turned to face the De Vil, who was sitting up on his bed, eyes looking at the hands in his lap. Dude was fast asleep next to him. “Mhm?”

Carlos averted his eyes to the covered-up window. “Aren’t you scared, too?” the smaller male’s voice was quiet, almost inaudible in the soft night.

Jay tensed. “About– About what?” the male tried for a laugh, but it didn’t work. The laugh started and ended far too abruptly, which made Carlos’ eyes narrow.

“You know exactly what,” the younger boy replied, his eyes locking with Jay’s. “Aren’t you scared?”

The son of Jafar sighed, a hand raking through his long hair. “Not at all,” the boy answered, but Carlos blinked, not believing him, still.

The truth was, Jay was terrified. His father didn’t care for him at all. The only part of Jay that Jafar cared about was the part that stole things for him, and gave money to him. And if Jay didn’t return with those stolen items in his arm, and all those coins in his bag, he’d be yelled at. When Jay brought Jafar lamps, the ones that didn’t work, which was of course, all of them, would be thrown at him. And sometimes, Jay couldn’t dodge that quickly. So, obviously, such emotional damage that hit on him couldn’t be lied about, so he just kept his mouth shut most of the time. All of the time. And some would say it was to keep up his pride.

But, no, it wasn’t that. He always made himself believe that since everyone else had it worse than he did, he should keep his mouth shut and act like Jafar was his best friend, even though he wasn’t. Everyone else had worse parenting and worse experiences. Cruella was basically the slave owner of Carlos, Maleficient was always disappointed in Mal and always pressured her, and anything Evie wore would have to be personally judged on by the Evil Queen, and sometimes the Evil Queen would throw away the dresses she didn’t think “looked beautiful” on her daughter. And Jay had seen them all cry before, he’d seen them all break. And that hurt, seeing his friends come apart.

So, Jay thought, Yeah, everything hurts, but everything probably hurts more for them, so I have to keep this inside of me. Bottled up, and locked away.

Carlos was the one who found that out, even though Jay made no effort to tell him that he was keeping secrets. And Carlos was the one who demanded to know why Jay never spoke about Jafar, why Jay always lied and why Jay always hid his broken pieces. Carlos was the one who wanted to fix him.

“I’m scared about it,” the smaller boy said, nodding off to himself. “But you have to be too, right?”

Jay laughed, shaking his head. “Steal a few things and it’ll be alright—”

“No, it won’t be!” Carlos said, raising his voice slightly, and coming eye to eye with the tanner male. He then averted his gaze away in embarrassment when he saw Jay’s look of surprise. “Stop trying to keep away your feelings. You always do. You always hide. I’ve literally never seen you cry,” the boy took a deep breath, his words turning into mumbles. “But I have heard you, sometimes. At night, and you don’t realize it, but I care more about how Jafar treats you than how my mom treats me.”

When Jay didn’t answer, Carlos sighed. “I’m going to bed, okay? Sorry I snapped.”

Jay stared after him, in which Carlos was muttering a few things under his breath, something about “you make me worry a lot.”

The older boy let out a deep breath. “Don’t say sorry before I can,” he gave a small smile and walked over, kneeling beside the younger male’s bed, his arms crossed. The De Vil’s eyes flicked open.

“You’re making me feel loved,” Jay laughed, coughing after that. “Stop doing that.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Carlos’ forehead, which made Carlos close his eyes.

“You are loved, though,” the smaller boy murmured. “Stop thinking you aren’t.”

That made Jay smile.

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Sometimes.

Sometimes, Carlos wakes up just by the tingles racing down his spine when Jay’s strong arms wrap around him and pull him closer.

Sometimes, since Jay’s so much taller, he can rest his head on top of Carlos’ head while sleeping, which makes Carlos feel really safe.

Sometimes, Carlos would have nightmares, and he’d murmur things, tears rolling down his cheeks when he didn’t even open his eyes yet. Jay would blink and look at his boyfriend’s vulnerable figure, quickly wrapping him into a hug. He’d press kisses to Carlos’ forehead, and Carlos’ loud mutters suddenly go as soft as a whisper.

Sometimes, Jay would wake up early to watch Carlos sleep. He’d stare at the little crease between the boy’s eyebrows and that little upturned smile Carlos would have on his face.

Sometimes, the two would go on dates, and Jay would always use public affection to fluster Carlos. He’d grab Carlos’ hand and smirk at him, or he’d tug at Carlos’ collar and kiss him hard. Either way, Carlos would get incredibly red, even though he couldn’t complain.

Sometimes, they’d do really cheesy things together. Like stargazing, saying dramatic stuff all the time (mostly, that’s just Jay), and holding huge celebrations for every single one of their anniversaries.

Sometimes, Carlos would get extremely jealous when Jay smiles at other people, in which Jay would laugh and kiss him on his really poofy hair. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Sometimes, Jay would get jealous too.

Sometimes, the two would get in a fight and Carlos is the one in the end who wins the fight because there’s always this one expression Carlos would wear when he’s extremely upset that literally kills Jay because he made Carlos feel so bad about himself.

All the time, Jay and Carlos are basically the cutest couple in all of Auradon, Mal and Ben as a close tie.

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