Thiccarl one-shots

julia's got problems

au where julia gets emo because she isn't dating her fav so thiccarl plans an intervention (which apparently has been planned longer than anyone thought).

so this is julia writing about herself because she has nothing else to write about. what the fuck did I just write.

this is also over 2,000 words of nonsense.

also, shelby, you can look now.

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"I AM SO FUCKING LIVID!"

Julia threw her already cracked phone across her room into a pile of blankets. She groaned loudly and shoved her face into her pillow. The sound of feet hurriedly running up the stairs was heard but Julia didn't move.

"Oh my god, Julia!" Kaelyn cried and opened Julia's bedroom door in a rush, Maddie following in behind her. The two breathed a sigh when they saw Julia in her normal state: the existential crisis. "You scared the shit out of us."

"Why didn't you guys knock?" Julia said, picking her face up from the pillow.

"Really? We thought you were hurt!" Kaelyn spoke again.

"What if I had a guy in here?!"

"Yeah, like you had a guy in here," Maddie said. "One day."

Julia huffed and shoved her face in her pillow again. More feet came rushing up the stair and soon, a few more people were standing in Julia's room.

"Alright, that's it. It's time for an intervention. Get your white ass downstairs." Shelby's voice was heard in Julia's ears and when she looked up again she yelped as she found herself thrown over Tom's shoulder. "Thanks, babe."

"Tom, you better put me down or I swear to god—"

"Oh god, what's she yelling about now?" Brooke called from the other room as Tom made it downstairs with Julia still over his shoulder, and the rest following close behind.

"It's intervention time for Julia." Kaelyn said as Brooke walked in with Jeffery from the thiccarl living room.

Maddie spoke up from behind, "Where is everyone?"

"I'm here!" Mia said, flicking her hand up in the air from her spot on the couch in the living room. She then pointed to the person next to her. "Ross is here too."

"Hey guys." Ross waved.

"El is in the other room taking a nap. She's got jet lag from flying here from the U.K. this morning." Jeffery explained. "Crish, Bri, Becca, Brit, and the others should either be around or they should be coming home in a few."

"Hold on, I know how to find Crish." Shelby said. She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "HEY ANYONE WANNA HOUSEPARTY?"

"I heard houseparty. I'm in." Crish said, her head popping in from the other room.

"Found her."

"Oh my god." Tom and the others laughed.

"Anyway, someone hit up the groupchat and tell everyone to get home." Shelby broke the laughter and explained. "Everyone in the living room."

"I'll go wake up El." Kaelyn said, turning back to go back up the stairs before she stopped seeing El at the top on the landing.

"Don't bother." El groaned, rubbing her eyes angrily. "All your loud yelling and bickering woke me up."

Everyone began scattering to the living room as Brooke turned to El. "Is Norman awake?"

"Yes, but he fell back asleep."