JULIO AND JANE IS THE MOST UNDERRATED SHIP EVERRR I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!
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JULIO AND JANE IS THE MOST UNDERRATED SHIP EVERRR I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!

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as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories
(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)
āCharlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?ā I yelled from the top of the stairs, āTori, I know you're going on a date with Michaelā Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feelā¦put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ābeen throughā to figure out what to wear, is āperfectly normalā, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with āwhere are you even goingā and āi donāt know, why does it matterā so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.
I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.
I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isnāt my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.
āTori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, āis that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, āwhat?ā I ask, ānothing, nothing, you just-ā he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, āoh my god u looks so cute!ā he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, heās alot taller, āi look the sameā I reply bluntly, still being held, āyeah, but your⦠ughhhhh, your so fucking prettyā he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying āso we gonna skate now orā¦?ā he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile āyeah sureā he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, ājust so you know imma be shit at thisā he looks and me and laughs softly āI thought so, that's why iām here to helpā I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.
Weāre now on the ice, well michael is, iām standing at the entrance scared to death, āif I die this is all your faultā I glare at him āiām sure you wont dieā he laughs, āiām fucking seriousā I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.
āAre you just going home now or?ā he looks at me, he seems understanding, āyeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon soā i say not looking at him āokā he nods understandingly āI don't ever really do thoughā I say still not looking at him, āwhat?ā he asks confused, I realise im not making sense āsorryā¦ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longerā he looks at me and smiles āif you wantā I nod back, iām blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.
We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, ādonāt you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss onceā I look at him, he looks back ātheir just hopeless romantics'' he replies, āyour starting to sound like meā I joke, he laughs back, āthat kissā¦ā I say, weāve talked about it before, weāve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, weāve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says āno ones here and no one caresā I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.
We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasnāt put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.
He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime iām on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, heāll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.
āYour late Victoriaā I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, āso what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half lateā my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, āvictoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sickā my mum guilt trips āyeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would itā I say, it wasnāt aggressive just pointing out the obvious, āloose that toneā my mum snaps, āwhat toneā i scoff, ātori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously hisā my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, āfirst of all michael isnāt my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like heās in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im lateā i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie canāt hear, ātori your too young to be havingā¦hanky pankyā my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like āheās not my boyfriendā or āstop saying hanky pankyā but it comes out more likeā¦āOH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!ā donāt regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.
Iām not really sure how long it had been since that āargumentā but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, āi heard what you saidā he eventually says ādid ollie?ā i reply, āno, i don't think soā he responds, i nod, āthe funny thing is your rightā he chuckles, i laugh softly back, āits weird how people look at us and don't realiseā i say, āi know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!ā Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.
I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like heās my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think weāre twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because itās true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.
I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they wouldāve by now.
Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.
But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.
(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)
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How is it posible that, after almost a year of following heartstopper and Alice's work, I hadn't found these short stories before š±š„¹šš I chose to start with Julio and Jane's short story and I wanna say it had me hooked the whole afternoon.... Alice's writing is incredibly awesome ... I'm happy that I still have some more stories to keep on reading during the week....
In case you didn't know about it...don't miss them. Here is the link: https://aliceoseman.com/extras/bonus-stories/jane-and-julio/
This was hard for me to find so here is hoping to make it easier for others. Iād you have other tags, please reblog!
Jane and JulioĀ was a short story I shared with readers on Tumblr in 2018. It was written very casually in a series of text posts and Tumblr
what r ur janio (jane and julio spring) headcanons?
I donāt have a lot but
They go out once a month for a ādate nightā (idk if this is normal because my parents donāt do this š)
Jane still has that piece of paper Julio wrote his number on in her bed side table draw.
Thatās it sorry

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"You've met me at my worst," she tells him at some point in their idle nighttime conversation.
And he says, "Then you can only get more wonderful."
It nearly breaks her.
Janio Ezekiel
i binged the Jane and Julio story and literally fell in love.
@chronicintrovert