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[screensland]

The Spanish Princess, S01E01 — The New World.

[gabriellademonaco]

Leonor, the Princess of Asturias (2024)

[editfandom]

Catherine of Aragon - The Spanish Princess

[transpandaoctournament]

TransPanda OC Tournament Round 1:

The rules of the tournament

Brief introduction to "Thank You For Existing"

CHARACTER BIOS BELOW

Princess Gumdrop

“The crown makes me look taller, okay!?”

Princess Gumdrop, or her noticeably shorter imposter, at least. This “humble” mechanic got kidnapped into the role as the real ruler fled. To avoid catastrophe, she managed to reform and move the small kingdom to Yuni’s storyworld. At the moment she’s a bit obsessed with Yuni, relating a bit too hard to their experiences, and wants to be their girlfriend. Despite dissolving the monarchy, she still pretends to be the old ruler (The crank on her dress makes the crown taller.)

Primary Inspiration: Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time

Plural or Plural Adjacent?: Adjacent

Art of Princess Gumdrop by: @impossiblevariable

Bow Botella

“How do you like my trans gender head cannons?”

Bow Botella is the bigender, black Latino secondary protagonist of Pan Yu’s story, and set to marry him in a few weeks. They have a habit of drinking genderfluid boba tea, and can even fire the boba pearls out of cannons from their hair ship. With a girl suddenly in control of their fiancé’s mind and body, they’re trying to splash some sense into her to wake him up (And get Yu’s body back!) Bow is also the heir to a nautical themed yakuza organization. Go figure.

Primary Inspiration: Hibari Oozora from Stop!! Hibari-kun!

Plural or Plural Adjacent?: Unaware Plural

Art of Bow Botella by: Sunnyside_Cakes

[amaltheas-garden]

Emilia Perez 13 noms 💀

Wicked for best picture

Dune 2 not even getting a nom for costume design :(

rip the substance & nosferatu i guess

[tortilla-of-courage]

so i have just now learned that the English and Japanese versions of Twilight Princess, in the Hidden Village cat-finding minigame, only give you a generic "you found me!" message and a counter when you talk to the cats

this is NOT the case in the Spanish (and French) versions of the game (AFAIK! maybe others have it. i could imagine Italian doing it too). in those, most cats have unique names, and feature personalized messages about how much fun they're having playing the game with you

I'll only cover the Spanish ones in this post. if you wanna see the French ones, you should check PikZel's thread over on Twitter/X!

you'll see a lot of miaus (Spanish for Meow) and -ifú/-fú (common suffixes for cat names) in the names! they all give their little message followed by "¡# gato(s), miau!" ("# cat(s), meow!"), and if you talk to them again they say "¡Ya has hablado conmigo, mirrimiau!" ("You've already talked to me, mrrmeow!")

I'll try to translate the puns as best as possible 🫡

¡Qué guay! ¡Soy Manolifú!

"This is so cool! I'm Manolifú!" (Manolo (name/nickname for Manuel) + -ifú)

¡Llámame Mario! ¡Qué divermiau! ¿Estará mi hermano por aquí?

"Call me Mario! I'm having so meowch fun! Is my brother around here?" (missed opportunity for Miaurio/Meowrio imo)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Mis amigos me llaman Michel!

"This rules! My friends call me Michel!" (could also be Michelle, so either fem or masc leaning. also Mewchel/Miauchel maybe?)

¡Qué miauy! ¡Me caes requetemiau! Soy Isabel, y me encanta el atún.

"So ameowzing! I like you a meowt! I'm Isabel, and I love tuna!" (meowt → meow + lot. just in case lol)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Eres un tipo muy molón! ¡Yo soy Fridavid!

"This rules! You're a really cool guy! I'm Fridavid!" (this seems to be mixing Frida + David into one name. gender icon)

¡Konnichi miau! ¡Yo ser Miaumoto!

"Konnichimeow! I be Meowmoto!" (Meow + Miyamoto, in broken Spanish)

¡Cómo mola! A mí me llaman Amalia. ¡A que mi pelambre es elegante!

"This rules! They call me Amalia. Isn't my fur divine?" (come onn, Amiaulia??)

¡Yo soy Marco! ¡Qué diver!

"I'm Marco! This is a lot of fun!" ("diver" in this case being a shortening of the Spanish for fun, "divertido")

¡Qué divergoromiau! ¡Llámame Goromiau! ¡Este goropueblo me gusta, goro! Perdona, es que mi amo era un Goron...

"I'm having so meowch gorofun! Call me Goromeow! I like this gorovillage, goro! Sorry, my owner was a Goron..."

¡Qué bien me lo estoy pasando!

"I'm having the time of my life!" (One of the few kitties without a name!)

¡Qué divermiau! ¡Soy Danifú!

"This is so meowch fun! I'm Danifú!" (Daniel + -ifú i think)

¡Yo me llamo Luisifú! ¡Qué guay!

"My name's Luisifú! This is so cool!" (Luis + -ifú)

¡Qué diver! ¡Yo soy Mariau!

"How fun! I'm Mareow!" (Maria + meow)

¡Qué diver! ¡Me caes muy bien! ¡Soy Miaunuel!

"How fun! I like you a lot! I'm Meownuel!" (Meow + Manuel)

¡Qué bien me lo estoy pasando!

"I'm having the time of my life!" (yep, a repeat. shocking. yes it is a different cat)

¡Qué guay! ¡Soy Carlos!

"This is so cool! I'm Carlos!"

¡Cómo mola! ¡Soy Enriquito!

"This rules! I'm Enriquito!" (Enrique + -ito making it Tiny Enrique, with Enrique being the spanish equivalent of Henry. lil Henry)

¡Qué guay! ¡Mi nombre me gusta mucho, soy Margamiau!

"This is so cool! I like my name a lot, I'm Margameow!" (Margarita/Margaret+ meow)

¡Qué chachipiruli! Esa espada... ¡No queda sino batirnos! ¡Es brooooma! ¡Me llamo Diego!

"This is the best thing ever! That sword... Our only option is to fight! I'm jooooking! My name's Diego!"

(Chachi is slang for Cool, pirulí is one of many words for candy. so basically the best of the best, or the bee's knees, etc)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Gracias por tu tiempo! ¡Llámame Miauigi!

"This rules! Thanks for spending time playing with us! Call me Meowigi!" (Meow + Luigi. that one Mario cat's brother probably!)

whew, that's all of them! had to shove two per image because of tumblr mobiles image limit lol. but now you can share the joy of twilight kitties :3 they aren't Game Changing but they made this one of my favorite places to play in when i was a kid

[mickyschumacher]

[STYLE! PT.1]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: carlos sainz and you have an on and off relationship: full of an alluring pain. and no matter what, it seems you two always come back to one another. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), infidelity, toxic relationship, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex (wrap it up like a gift!), reader slaps carlos, crying, ANGST, carlos bordering on being a sadist, cumming inside, fingering in the car, that being said - dangerous car driving, oral sex, incorrect model stuff probs, severely poorly utilised spanish, probs poorly written smut lol, probably missing plot holes but yeh

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x model!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: this is poorly based off taylor swift' 'style'. i hadn't realised i turned such a nice song into something well um... not nice? proof-read but as always, don't hold it against me!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Before you even started your cat-and-mouse game with Carlos, you were well aware that he was trouble the moment he walked into the room.

Scratch that.

Formula One drivers were nuisances. Ask any other model on the street and they would probably agree with you.

You knew that it was a relationship you probably shouldn't even be in. He was always going to be away in a new country every other week while you were doing photoshoots and walking runways. You would barely have time with each other. You don't think that you could even label such a relationship 'long distance'.

So when your management sent you down to the infamous Monaco Grand Prix as eye-candy, how were you to deny those brown eyes constantly lingering on you, following your body as he sported a smug smile? No one would be in their right mind to not fall for a guy like Carlos.

The heated gazes, the flirty comments, the burning brushes of touch... it was clear for the both of you that you had to be together.

But of course, despite knowing all of this, you couldn't help still feel a bit emotional about your relationship.

midnight

you come and pick me up, no headlights

long drive

could end in burning flames or paradise

fade into view, oh

it's been a while since i have even heard from you

Here you were. In Miami. The sun had fully set and the rare few stars you could find had taken up their night shift.

You were just leaving the office of your management after having a discussion on what photoshoots you were doing in the upcoming weeks and what events you were attending.

Chanel, Dior, Ralph Lauren, YSL, Louis Vuitton...

Brands on any other general day you would've love to talk about. But your mind was in a state of disarray after receiving a message from a certain Spaniard.

hot spanish polla (prick)

pick you up in 15, princesa (princess)

behind your office.

Even now, looking at the message again, you let out a scoff. You scrolled up, finding the last message you had sent to him. In January.

It was currently May.

Your fingers clenched around your phone as you let out a shaky sigh. Despite all the rage you felt, of course you were here, in the secluded area of your company.

You looked down at your clothes. A model life meant wearing 'fashionable' clothes. You, your manager, and your stylist often pre-agreed on the outfits you wore just for the sake of your image. Today, your stylist had dressed you in a black mini skirt and maroon sweater. You neck and ears all adorned in thin gold jewellery while you feet were hugged by a classic pair of white sneakers.

You pursed your lips. At least you looked good.

But of course this was just like Carlos. Speaking, calling, texting... all when he wanted. You knew he was in Miami. You weren't an idiot. You had all of this season's races organised into your calendar.

You were just in disbelief that Carlos had the audacity to even text you after not hearing even a word from him in almost five months.

Your ears perked up to a low rumble of a car entering the area. The headlights were off but you could still spot it's familiar features. You eyed the iconic Prancing Horse and rolled your eyes. The love and hate you had for Ferrari was unexplainable.

The car stopped in front of you and the door of the driver's seat opened. Carlos came out as if he were in slow motion.

You sucked your tongue to your lips upon eyeing his appearance. He was in a black coat, a simple white shirt that stuck to his sculpted body paired with black trousers that brought out his stupidly defined thighs. Those thighs... god, how much time had you spent on them?

and i should tell you to leave 'cause i

know exactly where it leads, but i

watch us go 'round and 'round each time

Carlos waved a hand through his hair and smiled at you. You could feel his eyes waver over you, making you suppress the innate shudder his gaze would usually send you. You couldn't let him think that everything was okay.

He opened the door to the passenger side and gestured for you to come in with an extended hand.

You folded your arms and stared at him. Were you really going to do this? Yes. Was this what you deserved after so long? A man who felt dizzy for you but wouldn't speak to you for four months? Yes and no.... yes.

Carlos narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to look at you. He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Get in the car, Y/N. Before I make you."

There was nothing threatening about his tone. In fact, even if it was, it would be an empty threat. Because at the end of the day, the both of you knew you were going to.

You internally sighed, before walking up to the open door. You turned your head to him and gave an amused huff. "As if you would, Sainz."

Carlos flashed his classic grin, the very one that had gotten you into this mess in the first place, and watched you enter his car.

By the time you had but on your seatbelt and rested your arm on the door, Carlos had finally sat next you.

"You look good, cariño (darling)," Carlos murmured, bringing your hand up to his mouth to leave a small kiss.

You clenched your jaw at the fiery tingle that sprawled across your hand. You snatched your hand away. "I know. I look good all the time," You mentioned curtly.

Were you being a bitch? A bit catty? Simply put, yes. But you thought a man who usually got what he wanted deserved some sort of catty behaviour.

"Four months, Carlos, four goddamn months... of nothing," You sighed out.

A remorseful expression fell over Carlos' face. "I know. I'm so sorry, cariño. I don't have any excuses."

You huffed once again with an irked smile, folding your arms while you looked out your window. You could think of one. But maybe it wasn't time to bring it up right now. You were tired of this game already. You would rather a false peace than the raw reality.

Your eyes peered over to him. "Long drive home?" You asked.

Carlos smiled softly at you. "As per usual."

You nodded slowly and Carlos turned the key of the car. The engine came alive and seemingly so did he as his hand naturally fell to your thigh while he reversed out.

you got that james dean daydream look in your eye

and i got that red lip classic thing that you like

and when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

you got that long hair slicked back, white t-shirt

and i got that food girl faith and a tight little skirt

and when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Carlos could feel your eyes on him as he drove down the empty, long roads of Miami, dotted with the sparsely spaced palm trees swaying in the warm summer breeze.

Your eyes trailed over every inch of him. His hair. His eyes. His lips. His neck. His body. Every crevice. As if you were trying to print an image in your mind.

You always looked at him like that. Carlos remembered asking you about it. "What are you looking at?" He would ask.

"Just you," You would retort, "I just can't believe someone like you exists."

Carlos would chuckle and question what you meant by that. You simply said he reminded you of James Dean. Even now. His hair was slightly grown and slicked back with the heat of Miami. His entire aura was smug and intoxicating. The entire world could see Carlos Sainz as the Spanish romantic driver, but you knew that behind that warming exterior, was something dirty... troublesome in the best way, in fact.

You, god, you were the complete opposite. Y/N L/N. The good girl model. Pure. Untainted. The type of model you would see in spreads of brands right after they had a controversy because your angel aura would put anyone back in the good books. No matter how revealing your clothes were or how much skin you had on display, you were somehow still the epitome of unadulterated goodness.

There was a saying that people often associated with good girls like you. Every good girl wants a bad boy to be good just for her.

You wished that wasn't true. How desperately had you avoided all those flashy teenage popstars and actors. But here you were inevitably falling for an intoxicating Carlos Sainz. Time and time again.

so it goes

he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

You let out a shaky sigh as Carlos' hand travelled closer and closer up your inner thigh. "Carlos," You warned, eyes widening slightly as those brown eyes were planted firmly on you, taking in every little movement of yours, instead of looking at the road.

"Yes, my ñina bonita (beautiful girl)," He answered almost questioningly in a teasing tone.

"Keep your eyes on the road," You weakly mumbled.

You both watched his fingers linger up your skirt. His fingers danced across your burning skin and paused at the thin material covering your core. You sucked in a sharp breath once those fingers met your panties.

Carlos grinned at your shaking eyes and the warm dampness on his fingers. "You make it hard to look away," He confessed earnestly.

You could feel his fingers rub your pussy ever so slowly, only just grazing over that sensitive nub of yours.

"Jesus fucking christ, Carlos," You hissed out, hips bucking at his touch.

Carlos could feel his pants become incredibly tight all of a sudden. The control he had over you was so enthralling that he wanted to simply stop in the middle of the highway, grab you by yours hips and fuck the living life out of you.

What a sight that would be. You straddling his lap, soaking his trousers as your ass rested against the Ferrari symbol embedded into the steering wheel. He would make sure that the brand he represented would be covered in your cum after he was done with you.

Carlos sucked in a sharp breath. "Jesus fucking christ, indeed, cariño," He managed to get out, blinking hard at the road in front of him.

He watched out of his peripheral vision as your head fell back against while his thick fingers pushed past your panties and slid against your drenched folds.

His fingers ventured and craved a journey, feeling each crevice of your pussy. Carlos thrusted his fingers into your warm walls, briefly watching you envelope him entirely.

"Fuck, Carlos," You moaned out, hand instinctively reaching out to covers his. You couldn't tell if you wanted him to stop in this horny haze or push him in even further.

It must have been the latter as you could feel his fingers delve further into you. Carlos let out a strangled moan, foot pressing further on the accelerator. He needed to get you home as fast he could.

takes me home

the lights are off, he's taking off his coat

i say "i heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl"

he says, "what you heard is true

but i can't stop thinking 'bout you and i"

i said, "i've been there too a few times."

By the time you had reached home and got to your bedroom, the entire of your house remained living in the darkness you had found it in.

Carlos and you didn't need lights. If there was anything he was purely confident about, other than his driving of course, it was your body. He knew it like he knew those race tracks. Every curve. The distance from your breasts to your pussy. How long it would take you to cum. He knew it all.

Carlos shrugged off his coat somewhere onto your floor, needing a release from the heat surging through his body. Your shoes and socks he had pulled off in a haste as well.

His lips had found yours as his hands roamed your back, pulling him closer to you. His fingers snuck past the hem of your shirt, brushing your bare skin while reaching up your torso to find a neat surprise.

"No bra," Carlos' hoarse voiced queried with the sound of a smirk playing at his lips. At least thats what you could assume in the dark.

Carlos inched you towards your bed as if it was a second nature to him.

The soft silk sheets he had bought you last year consumed the both of you as his fingers brushed past your nipple.

You released yourself from this kiss at the action, gasping for the air that Carlos had taken from you.

"I heard you were with some other girl. Is this what you did with her?" You finally asked, feeling a small smirk grow onto your face despite the annoyance running through your body.

You could feel Carlos stop moving, probably boring those beautiful brown eyes of his into you.

He knew what you were talking about. February. Pre-testing season. The drivers, some staff and their partners had gotten together to celebrate the upcoming season.

Lando, like the photo lover he was, had decided to document the night with his camera and post it to his Instagram dedicated to photos, lando.jpg.

You had clicked on it a few hours later, deciding to see how much fun they were having while you were doing a photoshoot with Kim Jones. Pictures of Charles dancing terribly with Max had made you laugh. Carmen looking concerned for George's wellbeing as he took shots had made you laugh even harder. There was also a photo of Alex and Lily being the cute paddock couple they were while Carlos was drunkly looking into the camera

But then your fingers stopped on particular photo of Carlos.

He looked good, you could not deny him that. Flushed skin, hazed eyes, the perfect smile... all while dressed as the Madrid's richest.

But lo and behold, that wasn't the only thing getting your attention. Instead, it was the girl in his arms. The same girl who in the next few photos had her lips on him and his hands on her ass. You could even spot a fresh hickey that wasn't on her neck in the previous photo.

God, the comments and tweets were coming in at lightning speed.

user55: who's the girl? i thought carlos was with y/n?

user04: maybe they broke up?

user16: wasn't just with her for new years? jfc, that man needs to get a grip

mickyschumacher: y/n deserves better than this

user44: i wonder if she knows?

Quite soon after, Lando had taken down the post, apologising to you profusely. You reassured him it was okay, even though deep down you were exhausted of this.

Not only had Carlos been going around with another girl, but he didn't even have the decency to say sorry. He would rather say nothing.

Carlos didn't know what was worse. His growing guilt or the fact that your reaction was making him harder.

His fingers skimmed across your swollen lips. "Obviously what you saw was true. But the thing is... I can't stop thinking about you and I, princesa. You consume me for every second of the day. Even if I don't show it. Fuck, I have a ritual before every race, you know? To cum to your name... to your body."

Was is it a poor excuse? Yes. It didn't even explain why he had done it in the first place. But the most damning thing was, you didn't care. Or you could care less to begin with.

Instead you were turned on. The pool in your panties had gotten even bigger as you released a light moan at his words. Your hands travelled to his waist, peeling off his white shirt while he raised his arms. The combination of your body heat was so high that it could almost be considered unsafe for the average human.

"You're a lucky man, Sainz. I can't stop thinking about you too."

Carlos could only let out a moan at your words, removing your sweater before bringing his lips to your nipples, dividing his attention to them equally. His hands were busy unbuckling his belt and taking off his trousers.

Your hand reached into his long hair, gripping the locks tightly as he moaned against your breasts. You could hear the clink and thud of his belt and pants hitting the floor as he pushed up your skirt, unbothered to take it off.

In face, these mini skirts were going to be the death of Carlos. He loved them on you. It wasn't just the easy access to the heaven down there. But if he had to explain it, it was the way they rested on your thighs. Laying there simply, not doing anything but creating a monster in him.

Carlos pushed your panties to the side, plunging his fingers into you without any warning. He could feel you arch your back and push your head into the bed while you writhed under his touch.

"Fucking hell," You swore, clenching your thighs around his hands.

Carlos chuckled. "Such a dirty mouth, princesa," He stated before speeding up his pace.

Your loud moans echoed within your empty house. Your hips bucked into his hand, fucking yourself faster on him to chase the release he had built up in the pit of your stomach.

"You wanna cum, Y/N? Hmm? Tell me?"

The sweat was building up on your skin as Carlos had added his thumb over your clit. He rubbed his thumb briefly in slow circles but he had given up on the teasing. He wanted you to squirm in his hands because that's how much pleasure you were receiving. He flicked the nub in fast motions, dropping his warm spit into your hot folds.

"Holy–Carlos!"

Carlos smirked at the ironic combination of words following out of your mouth. Yes, he was holy. But if he was that divine, you were no angel. You were a sin. A goddess. A she-devil.

"I would love to watch you cum, princesa. I really would. But my cock is begging for you, hmm? I think your pussy deserves some attention that isn't my fingers, no?"

Carlos had stopped moving his hand and removed his fingers from you. He could feel you shake in his hold. From anger or pleasure, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had left you begging for more.

Although it must've been anger.

Because almost immediately, he had heard it before he felt it. The sharp whack of the air. The burn on his cheek almost sizzling.

You could feel his hot gaze pierce through you as your chest heaved up and down in frustration. "You're a little shit, Carlos," You groaned. "Sorry, no. What was it in Spanish? Polla? Yes, fucking polla."

The room had turned eerie in seconds. Carlos' silence had started to worry you. You could still feel his gaze and hear his laboured breathing but he was saying nothing.

Suddenly you felt his hands wrap around your waist and move to his lap. You let out a gasp at the bare cock you had been placed upon and the sloppy lips resting near your ear.

"I think I need to fuck the nice back into you, princesa, no? Maybe if you become my little divine goddess, I'll let you cum, hmm? What do you think?" Carlos' whisper was hot and heavy in your ear. "Use your words, mi amor (my love)".

Goddamn it. He had broken out the 'mi amor'. The only thing that had you hanging by a thread. The sliver of hope that whatever you and Carlos had going on was more than this. That you truly loved one another.

"Yes, Carlos," You said, bringing a gentle peck to his lips.

You could feel him smile against your lips. "There's my good girl.''

Carlos pushed your panties aside, assured that you were stretched out and wet enough by his fingers. He grabbed his cock and was overcome with a shudder when rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds.

"Spit, cariño," His voice commanded.

You gathered all the saliva that had easily accumulated after salivating for this man and let the warm fluid fall from your lips.

Carlos couldn't see but he could just imagine if the lights were on. The bubbled liquid falling from those pretty lips of yours, turning into thin strings as they had perfectly landed on the slit of his cock.

He didn't even have to say anything as your nimble fingers rubbed your saliva over his shaft. You could hear his heavy breaths in the air and a small sigh of pleasure came from his lips. "Baby, let's get me in you, hmm?"

You let out a small whimper at his words before releasing a strangled moan as you pushed his cock into your pussy. You could feel each swollen and puffed out fold take him in and your warm walls wrapping around him tightly.

Carlos shut his eyes tightly. "Mierda (shit). You feel so good, princesa," He groaned, lifting his hips up.

You moaned in agreement, throwing your hands around his neck as he thrusted in and out of you.

The concept that cock could made a person dumb often sounded strange. But with Carlos, it was true. You couldn't do anything or say anything but moan in pleasure.

"Lamp. I need to see your face, princesa," Carlos muttered out in awkward pauses, rutting his hips against you in an angle that almost made it impossible for you stretch your arm out and turn on the lamp.

A yellow illuminated the room and finally, you could see each other.

You had made eye contact with Carlos. His eyes bore into you while his mouth was agape as if he was constantly ready to moan. His normally slicked hair was now tousled courtesy of your fingers.

Jesus, was he a sight to behold.

But Carlos didn't think any less of you. God, how were you even real? Your skin was flushed, hair sticking out in every direction, sweat and traces of your wetness across your body and your eyes: dazed with lust and bordering on the edge of being fucked out.

But most especially, those goddamn lips of yours. They were painted with red when Carlos had first picked you up. The red had faded, only trace amounts left mixed with the red flush of the swelling he had brought by kissing you. What a vision you were.

Your eyes flickered to the specifically red cheek that faced you. God, this man knew how to make you feel for anything. His hips jerked into you, pushing his cock deeper as every second passed. The spell he had on you was serious; dangerous.

You could feel a glaze of water fall over your eyes as your fingers brushed his reddened cheek. His skin was still warm from your slap. Carlos shivered at your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"I'm sorry, Carlos," You murmured out so quietly that if he wasn't listening so intently, he would've missed it. "I didn't mean to."

Carlos could feel his heart pace as you softly kissed the burning skin of his. It was as if you were kissing his pain away. A warm tear from your eyes had fallen onto his cheek, making his heart melt.

Carlos could feel himself tighten at the action, even more so when you clenched your walls tightly around him.

"You think you deserve to cum, mi princesa?" Carlos queried, wrapping his hand around your jaw and making you turn to face him. His eyes shook at your teary eyed gaze. The mascara and eyeliner you wore had broken down. If he hadn't felt so soft for you, he would've teased you and said you looked like a racoon.

Carlos could feel you start to shake as you buried your nails into his skin. To his surprise, you shook your head no. You begun to slow your pace and clench around him, only trying to get him off.

"Oh mi amor, mi ñina bonita, you deserve to cum. You deserve a lot more than you know," Carlos whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. He planted a soft kiss to your forehead before bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard and increasing the speed of his cock thrusting in and out of you.

You couldn't help but let out a sob mixed with both pleasure and sadness. A wave of euphoria convulsed within your body as Carlos staggered to a halt in you. His cock twitched and throbbed, spilling his hot cum into your walls.

You bought Carlos into a tight hug, pushing yourself further onto his cock, making him groan again and release a few more ropes of his cum into you.

Carlos brought his lips to your shoulders and left a small trail of kisses as the two of you calmed down.

The double meaning to his words had thrown you off.

You could tell what he meant.

This why he had reached out in the first place.

His guilty glances. The poor excuses.

This was the last time.

Whatever this was between you... it had to end.

You both needed to move on.

But especially you.

It was a gutting feeling to know. But Carlos was right. This sadness, this anger, this toxicity could go on no longer. Despite being heartsick, you were happy though.

Because even if this ended, you had gone out in style.

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[zepskies]

As You Wish

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When Dean agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

AN: Here’s a little something in honor of Dean’s birthday! If you haven’t seen The Princess Bride, do yourself a favor. 🥰

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, and nothing but the fluff. (Established relationship.)

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!” Dean says, right in time with the iconic swashbuckler on the screen, complete with his best approximation at a Spanish accent.

You giggle against his side, hard enough to rock both of you on the bed. When he agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

“Are you gonna quote the whole damn movie?” you ask.

Dean brandishes an imaginary sword with his fist held out.

“HELLO! My name is—”

Biting your lip, you cut him off short by playing dirty. You wrap your arm around his middle and dance your fingers across his ribs. He’d never admit it, but he’s got sensitive sides.

He flinches and laughs on reflex. “Hey, hey! That’s a foul move!”

His arm tightens around your waist while his other hand closes around your wrist. You try to grapple with him, your bare legs tangling with his pajama-clad ones, but you both know it’s a losing battle.

Dean gathers you tighter against his chest and traps your wandering hand.

Huffing another laugh, you relax again. His heart clips at a faster pace under your ear. Your hand smooths up his chest and finds its way up the back of his neck.

Dean can't help it. He lets out a contented hum when your nails give his scalp a little scratch.

For a moment, his attention drifts away from the movie and down to you. He spies the soft edge of your smile, feels your hair starting to itch against his arm, your soft curves under his hand, pressing against him.

You two don’t get these quiet days often, but he wants to make sure you get some rest. You, Sam, and Dean spent about three straight weeks in a row with back-to-back hunts, and the last one had really taken it out of you. So now, Dean’s satisfied to see you so relaxed. Happy, even.

Yeah. You really do seem to be as happy as he (secretly) feels.

Sometimes, he finds that part hard to believe. If you could want this with someone like him, then maybe…maybe he doesn’t screw up all the time.

Dean tunes back into the movie just in time for Buttercup to jump out of the window in her pretty white dress. She and Westley join Fezzik and Inigo on white horses, and the couple shares the kiss that left all the others behind.

Dean glances down at your face. He’s amused by the way you’re eating up all this sappy rom-com crap. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears. He ducks down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“You just spring a leak over anything, don’t you?” he teases. You shove at his chest with a halfhearted hand.

“Only over the good stuff,” you retort.

He accepts that with a chuckle. When the credits start to roll down the screen, he reaches for the remote and searches for the episode you guys left off in Game of Thrones. You tap his chest.

“Hey, wanna go out to dinner tonight?” you ask. A warm smile plays on your lips. “Just you and me?”

Dean blinks. He doesn’t remember the last time you two went on an honest-to-God date. No time, no privacy, always something evil on your asses…

A decision made in his mind, Dean gives you a smile back. He brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“As you wish,” he says.

AN: 😘 Hope you liked this one!

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[i-may-be-an-emu]

TELL ME ABOUT THE MEN!!!!!!

HELLO!!!

GLADLY :DD

THE MEN. :)

They’re called shoot from the hip (sfth) and are @shootimpro on youtube, tiktok, instagram, facebook, x/twitter, Bluesky, as well as on linktree, patreon and ko-fi.

(Hi just a note that I’ve updated this post a bit :))

They’re London based but have done shows outside london like in Scotland (Edinburgh Fringe) and even to Spain. They want to hopefully go to other countries in the future too!!

From left to right they’re Sam, Tom, AJ and Luke :)))

Ok, so. They do improvised comedy and their shows have two halves (generally with a break in the middle) they play lots of short drama games in the first half and then improvise 20-30 minute (on average) plays in the second half, sometimes with another game at the end.

The plays are so much fun (they’ve got 43 of them up on youtube so far!! (< updated January 2025)) and they’ve also released three full specials (full shows) which you can find on their channel :)

For a few of the older ones (apart from the first one) they were filming on an iphone and just projecting their voices, so the the audio and image quality can be hard to deal with (but all their videos are subtitled by the AMAZING volunteer subtitlers!!!) the older videos are well worth watching, though!!!

They have SO MUCH CONTENT because during covid they did zoom-style improv shows with eachother and you can watch those as a patreon. (To find out what else you get with patreon go to my pinned post :))

They also have SO MANY VIDEOS that are just the regular public ones!!!! They upload short ones of the games and some 5-10min ones of the games too, as well as the long forms (plays)

Now some info about the guys :D

Samuel Thomas Russell-Holmes:

Birthday 21st July 1989 (35)

Married this year and expecting a baby!!! :)

wears a red flannel a LOT (less recently, but still a LOT, it’s his Thing)

he says some very risky things sometimes but also has the audacity to look shocked when the others do it lol

Fav colour is green

he’s 5”10

brown eyes

currently producing a radio show for the bbc called wing it (available in December!)

if he were a Disney Princess he said he’d be Rapunzel

VERY GOOD AT ANIMAL (specifically goat/sheep) NOISES

initiates kisses with the others a lot (all of them do but I’ve counted and he kisses Luke the most and initiates kisses with all of them the most overall) (in the videos they’ve posted at least))

great at talking in Spanish gibberish, often paired with opening his shirt buttons

loves fantasy things

interested in Greco Roman mythology

wrote an audiobook called “Evergreen”

his mother and grandfather are/were successful actors

Has a drama degree

Low spice tolerance

has eaten raw egg live on camera

likes to cook

Thomas Mayo-Woodman/Hodgson-Mayo:

HES SO TALL (this man is almost 2m tall- he’s 6”5.5 :0)

brown eyes

his birthday is 10th July 1989 (35)

Married to a drag king (@pipdream on insta, tiktok, youtube, ect.) whose pronouns are they/them (they’re an icon and we love them)

Wrote a graphic novel (it’s called Future it’s about space lesbians)

literally one of the sweetest and kindest souls on this planet I’ve never met him but every time he says anything it’s like WOW OK YOURE SO NICE AND KIND AND WONDERFUL (everything I’ve heard from people who’ve met him is SO NICE)

SO GOOD AT IMPROVISING (specifically Shakespearian-style) MONOLOGUES

his favourite colour is red

has two english degrees (very good with grammar and words)

has adhd

makes a garbled choking noise very well (you have to hear it to get what I mean I guess lol)

has eaten a teabag live on camera

He’s referred to as the “dad” of the group a bit

Very hard to make him laugh on stage (but he’s been laughing more, recently!!) and each one is treasured

He’s so kind did I mention he is so kind

lovingly called a squid or squidboi by the fandom because of one time (a few times actually) he like stuck his hands in his sleeves and was like “I’m a squid”

does a lot of admin work for sfth and handles the finances (at least he did, they might have someone for that now I’m not sure) and takes care of the patreon

Makes a lot of spreadsheets

DID I MENTION HOW NICE AND KIND HE IS

Alexander Thomas Jeremy (AJ):

Birthday on 4th November 1991 (32)

CONFUSION KING /aff (he gets confused easily but we love him for it)

He’s bald and gets made fun of for it RELENTLESSLY (again, lovingly)

Absolutely ANGELIC singing voice

Blue eyes

born in Manchester(UK) but grew up in France (fluent in French)

makes movies/short films on youtube!! He’s working on a new one now and you can find them @lofi_film25 on youtube (that’s also his film insta)

does a lot of the editing for sfth and has a lot of input into which longforms to upload apparently

he’s such a himbo (/aff)

fav colour is blue

He’s 6 foot tall

On their covid livestreams would always forget to get costuming ready “I don’t do costumes” (king <3)

his rapping is BEAUTIFUL (words that barely rhyme at all and make NO sense 😌)

He delivers GREAT one liners

so good at playing children it’s crazy

can do magnificent cartwheels and loves to jump on the others with no warning

lots of muscles but lost an arm wrestle against Tom

Thinks he can’t do an Irish accent but I think it’s pretty good

also has a drama degree

He creates such amazing characters in the longforms

this is more just my opinion but I love his laugh

VOLDEMORT IMPRESSION IS SPOT ON

Luke Christopher Manning

Birthday is the 23rd October 1989 (currently 34 about to be 35)

Hazel eyes

hes not short but he’s the short-EST, 5”7.5

gets made fun of for his height a LOT (lovingly!!)

SO good at accents

so good at playing women

also so good at playing children

such a good actor overall (the only one of them currently perusing acting I believe)

says THE MOST UNHINGED THINGS

people think he’s innocent (somehow) but he’s SO unhinged

took his pants off live on stage (wearing underwear but still lol 😭 he’s a menace)

lives in Spain with his long term girlfriend (can speak very competently in Spanish)

so much attitude in such a small guy (/aff)

sometimes compared to Macaulay Caulkin looks-wise

plays bass guitar in a band

Teaches acting (to kids??) in Spain

also has adhd

also has a drama degree

His favourite film is back to the future I’m pretty sure?

So confident in himself I aspire to be like that

people say he “doesn’t age” and looks really young but I personally think he does look his age

sometimes called “Luke Womanning” as a play on his last name because of how amazing all his female characters are

They’re all really close friends and met at uni and started doing improv around 13 years ago together! Started gaining popularity in 2022 on tiktok and are gaining more and more fans every day!

Um. Whoops I wrote a lot lol. (It totally hasn’t been an hour of me just writing this hahahaha)

anyway I love them so much :)))) (as you can probably tell)

anyway!

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON THIS ASK MEANS SO MUCH TO ME :DDDDD

[keepthedelta]

I really enjoyed your brocedes lore drop, do you have any lore about princess cake that you think people should know?

i could hardly talk about princess cake without mentioning the britney of it all. jenson talked multiple times about how into britney spears he was, how attractive he thought she was, he once even said that if he was stranded on a desert island he would take britney and an ugly man with him so she would sleep with him. he then nicknamed nico that because, and i quote "he was so beautiful". one time when nico and jenson went out clubbing with some of the others (mark, lewis, felipe etc.) jenson called out to nico "hit me baby one more time" and nico immediately got upset. since then jenson has gone on to date and marry a woman called brittny, reaching a stage of the psychosexual cycle that most don't ever get to.

jenson used to dock his yacht (park his yacht? idk the technical term) in the harbour overlooked by nico's building. i have no idea whether it was the most convenient harbour for him or not (although i'm pretty sure he didn't live in the same part of monaco as nico) and there's no indication it made any difference to their lives, but it amuses me. like a gatsbyesque kind of cry for attention.

jenson was a huge fan of triathlons, even organising some for charity i think, and nico also got into them. nico did what (according to jenson) many triathlon lovers do and got into finding ways to reduce his time, including getting a really lightweight bike. he and jenson would talk about that sort of thing leading to (what i consider to be) this iconic "hey jb jb jb" moment. they even competed together in several triathlons, including a charity triathlon they did as a team with alex wurz (jenson did the swim, alex the bike and nico the run).

nico originally wanted to do his extreme e team with jenson. he asked jenson, but jenson had already been looking into it and struggling to find sponsors so nico went off and did his team alone. they eventually both ended up entering teams, and nico's team rxr, lewis's team x44 and jenson's team jbxe ended the first season of extreme e as the top three teams (in that order). nico also later stole jenson's female driver mikaela ahlin-kottulinsky for the second season.

jenson's dad's favourite f1 driver was keke rosberg, so when jenson got the chance to meet keke at the 1998 spanish grand prix he was really excited. in his book he wrote about how irritating he found nico (who was 12) because nico was trying to tug keke away and jenson just wanted nico to leave them alone.

this is them both on that day. i like to think that it really is nico pulling at keke's arm in the second photo.

[jaeyunkisser]

🦢 . . . ENHYPEN EIGHTH MEMBER DR

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excuse me, has anyone seen the white rabbit? no? well i guess i can tell you about myself while we wait!

let’s go back to the beginning shall we? my name is rei but my full name is rei iris evermore. i was born in brisbane, australia on march 1, 2002! around the age of four my parents enrolled me in swimming lessons. growing up in australia i was naturally drawn to the water as my family would always go to the beach on days off, for vacations, or whenever we felt like it. swimming was almost an everyday thing for me no matter the season. when i was nine, i begged my parents to let me join my schools swim team and they agreed. this is when my dream of becoming an olympic swimmer began.

swimming wasn’t the only thing that sparked my interest while i was growing up though. i grew a love for baking, cooking, singing and dancing. my love for baking and cooking was mostly brought upon my father and my aunt sookie. for a short time i had a dream to become a chef but i realized it was just a hobby. singing and dancing really intrigued me from a young age as my parents were always playing music and dancing together. my siblings and i would put on concerts for my parents at least once a week so it’s no surprise that me and three of my siblings are involved in music somehow. one of my biggest inspirations surrounding music was taylor swift. i started writing songs about the age of nine, though they weren’t very good my parents alongside my siblings were my biggest supporters.

though swimming was my dream for many years i began to question if that was really my dream after watching bts perform at the ama’s in 2017. i was amazed by their performance and started getting into k-pop afterwards. i’d been enrolled at a dance studio since i was ten and i found myself learning more and more of my favorite groups choreographies than focusing on swimming. in early 2018, i decided to quit the swim team altogether because i wasn’t enjoying it anymore. i focused on school, singing lessons, and dancing for the whole next year and a half until i had my first audition.

in april of 2019, i auditioned for JYPE and waited for my callback for a months before getting anything back but by that time, august 2019, id already auditioned for bighit entertainment and decided to train under them instead. i packed my things and moved to seoul at the age of 17 which was quite nerve wracking. my parents and little sister stayed with me for the first week but since my parents both own businesses in brisbane so they had to get back home.

i trained from august 2019 until may 2020 and it was a unique experience to say the least but i made multiple friends through my trainee process which alleviated some of the stress. during late may i was told i would be working with seven other trainees to make the newest group and during this process we would be filmed for a documentary. on june 1st, i met the members and trained together until september 18th when our debuted was announced. we worked for a little over two months before we debuted on november 30th as ENHYPEN.

you know me as rei but what about REI of ENHYPEN?

known as the vocalist of the generation and the best songwriter and producer of 4th generation k-pop, i set the bar very high as do the other members. we aren’t grammy winners for sitting around! along with those titles i have many others such as the face of calvin klein, miu mius princess, brand collector, nations visual, fashion icon, and 1000 year idol.

besides being in the studio 24/7, my favorite thing to do is connect with the fans. i do this by going live often and speaking to the fans in the multiple languages i learned while growing up which include: english, korean, japanese, spanish, french, mandarin, auslan. i’ve always been intrigued with language and will probably learn more in the future! while it’s not often used because i usually call fans by our group fandom name, engene, fans that bias me have called themselves reinbows which i think is very cute and very ga— hmmm what happened there?? idk

i hope to be someone my fans can look up to and not only be proud of but inspired by as well. this is one of the many reasons my motto is “die with memories, not dreams.”

with a title like the nations visual, you know my visuals are like no other.

i love many things but my favorites would probably be…

songwriting, journaling, writing poetry, reading, listening to music, collecting vinyl, cds, and dvds, drawing, playing the guitar, baking, watching tv, spring, summer, ice cream, swimming, the color pink, organizing, shopping, posters, cats, squiggles (my guinea pig), mac & cheese, ramen, chocolate milk, makeup!!!!!

things come and go just like people but these people are my forever aka my family and friends plus my children (pets)!!!!!

lorelai evermore (mother) born 1980

lucas evermore (father) born 1979

tucker evermore (oldest brother) born 1997

rory evermore (oldest sister) born 1999

alexis evermore (older sister) born 2001

nicholas evermore (younger brother) born & adopted in 2002

hayley evermore (younger sister) born 2004

june evermore (youngest sister) born 2006

sookie st. james (aunt) born 1980

jackson belleville (uncle) born 1980

david belleville (cousin) born 2003

danny belleville (cousin) born 2005

emily gilmore (grandmother) born 1954

richard gilmore (grandfather) born 1955

tate mcrae (childhood best friend) born 2003

rivera quinn (best friend) born 2001

reverie voss (best friend) born 2002

z (best friend) born 2002

lily morrow (best friend) born 2002

yoon keeho (best friend) born 2002

lyevia park (best friend) born 2003

sabrina carpenter (best friend) born 1999

sunny evermore (male pitbull) born 2016

paul anka (male polish lowland sheepdog) born 2018

squiggles (female himalayan guinea pig) born 2020

layla (female border collie) born 2017

whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same…introducing my lover!!!

jake sim, also known as sim jaeyun, was born on november 15, 2002 in seoul, south korea. (he’s also my princess but we don’t talk about that)

in january of 2012, our eyes locked on his front lawn as he and his family were moving into their new home which sat right next to mine. he looked up from the box of toys he was searching through and nervously smiled at me as my mom told me to introduce myself to him. we didn’t speak for long before my mom said we had to go back home to eat dinner but the next day at school, he entered my classroom and i raised my hand almost immediately when the teacher asked if any seats were available. i mostly spoke and he listened because of our language barrier, but by the end of the day, i knew we’d be best friends forever.

as the years went by and we became closer and closer, i noticed i’d developed feelings for him in 2017 and hid them to my best abilities cause what are you supposed to do when you have feeling for your best friend ever??? tell them??? no thanks im not ruining our friendship!!! jake realizes his feelings in july of 2019 and we go through a Rough patch of mutual pining from july 2019-june 2020 after he moves back to seoul to become a trainee but we get together on june 1st, 2020 and we’re together forever ^O^!!!!! our shipname is reiyun btw >_<

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🐇 OH, THERE HE IS! for now the basics will have to suffice unless you’d like to go down the rabbit hole with me…you ask, she tells aka enhypen dr posts & asks!

[gabriellademonaco]

Leonor, the Princess of Asturias (2023)

[royal-hair]

Today I went to the Lorenzo Caprile exhibition where some of the most iconic dresses of the Spanish royal ladies are part of. I was pretty excited to go because 1) I love pretty gowns and 2) Letizia's iconic red dress was exhibited.

This is part 1 as Tumblr doesn't allow more than 30 pictures per post. So here we have Alexia of Greece, Infanta Cristina and Infanta Elena. Part 2 will be all Letizia.

Princess Alexia of Greece at Frederik & Mary's wedding in 2004

Infanta Cristina of Spain at Elena & Jaime's pre-wedding gala in 1995

Infanta Cristina's wedding gown back detail and bridesmaid dress in 1997

Infana Cristina at Victoria & Daniel's pre-wedding in 2010 (who would have though that that boring dress had such a backside)

Infanta Cristina at Victoria & Daniel's wedding in 2010

Infanta Cristina at Teodora & Matthew's wedding in 2024

Infana Elena of Spain at Felipe & Letizia's pre-wedding in 2004

Infana Elena at Victoria & Daniel's pre-wedding in 2010

Infanta Elena at Victoria & Daniel's wedding in 2010

[yourwitchhazel]

charlotte hope in the spanish princess s2e1 (242 gifs)

By following the source link you can find 242 gifs; these gifs were made by me; you can edit them into graphics/gif icons if you like, but you must give credit – please like or reblog. If you enjoy my work, you can donate me how much you want!

[its-luna-noel]

pirouettes & the ghost of harman street | gojo x reader

04. falling in love is like pirouettes

"Baby, I'm hurt so bad by you I also think about how nice it'd be, to fall in love again I won't expect the same" ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Satoru Gojo lost his best friend, his partner, his other half. He's terrified when another friend falls for him. He can’t let this time be like the last.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, eventual smut, friends to lovers, past satosugu, drinking, partying, brief non-con & past non-con trauma, depression, past suic!de, grief/loss, panic attacks, some dark themes but i promise this is a comfort fic

word count: 3.0k

chapter: 4/10 prev. chapter | next chapter

masterlist | link to ao3

notes: hi, content warnings for the following chapter: brief implied past non-con, take care & hope you enjoy xx

The orchestra is already starting to tune as Satoru and Shoko hurry into the theater.

“There you guys are,” Utahime scolded in a whisper from her seat. “What the hell?”

“Sorry,” Shoko whispered back, shoving her coat off her shoulders before sitting down beside Nanami, “we got stuck in traffic.”

Satoru pulls off his scarf and jacket, draping them over the back of his seat. Then he sits beside Shoko, grimacing as the tight theater rows cramp his long legs. He doesn’t have long to lament the situation before the lights start to dim, and everyone’s attention is brought to the stage as the music begins, the iconic melody of The Nutcracker overture floating sonorously over the crowd.

Then the curtains open, and the show begins.

Satoru settles into his seat. He’s not necessarily a massive fan of ballets, but he and the others would do anything to support you, the only one of them who would rather dance than punch things. You came to every match you could, so it was only fair to return the favor.

Your young students, tiny children who are experiencing their first major performance, are part of the first few scenes on the sidelines. The group catches glimpses of you in the background of scenes, but it isn’t until the second act, in the Land of Sweets, that you make your own appearance on the main stage.

Satoru’s breath catches in his throat; you look beautiful.

Dressed as one of the Spanish dancers, you’re a vision moving gracefully across the stage to meet your partner at the center. Every movement of your body, even that of your hands, is lithe and light, like you’re floating on air. You and your partner mirror each other beautifully, perfectly, and he’s just as graceful as you are, and Satoru can’t help but watch, enraptured, as you move together. The others are just as captivated; he can feel them hold their breaths, watching your every leap and spin with the attention of four people who’d only ever known the strength in fighting, in taking out aggression. But this strength, the strength it takes to make this dance look so effortless, is another feat entirely.

Then your partner’s hand comes to your waist as you spin around each other once, and Satoru can’t fight the flash of irrational protectiveness he feels at the sight.

Hey, he pouts to himself, fighting the urge to sulk in his seat, that’s my princess.

But he can’t linger on this foolish jealousy for long, as you and your partner both hold your final poses, backs delicately and passionately arched. He can see your chest heaving as you breathe, the only sign that any of what you just did took any effort at all.

He and the others cheer loudly as you bow; he can see your smile brighten just a little as their voices ring out over the crowd, calling your name. Then you float your way off stage, and Satoru waits with bated breath until your next appearance.

Every glimpse he gets of you, he drinks in like he’s parched.

Then, at the end of the performance when you come out to bow, Satoru nudges Shoko. The four of you stand, giving you your own personal standing ovation as they cheer, whistle, and cry your name.

You smile out at the crowd; you can’t see past the blinding stage lights, but you can hear their shouts, and it makes your heart feel full.

You follow your fellow dancers backstage, chatting and laughing as you change out of your costume and into a pair of sweatpants and the jacket with your dance studio’s name printed on the back. Then you make your way through the milling crowds, looking around for your friends.

It’s easy to spot Satoru’s white hair above the crowd.

A grin splits across your face, and you wave as you part the seas of people and push your way through.

Utahime cries your name and wraps you in a tight hug when she sees you. “You were so good!” she praises in your ear.

You laugh and hug her back, smiling at the others. “Thank you for coming,” you say as she pulls away.

Nanami hands you a bouquet, and even though you giggle and tell them that they didn’t need to do that, Satoru can tell you’re pleased.

You’re practically beaming, and it’s infectious, rubbing off on the rest of the group until they’re all smiling and laughing, too. They follow you around as you mill through the crowd, congratulating your fellow dancers and meeting other members of the audience.

Some of your students bound happily over to you, dragging their parents to come say hello. And you just laugh, giving hugs to the small children and shaking hands with parents, your smile equally professional and warm.

But the sound of your laughter never changes – bright, joyful, genuine.

“They did great,” you say over and over again, patting heads as the children giggle and swarm around you.

Then a familiar young man came over, all smiles, and Satoru recognized him as your dance partner from the Spanish dance. He’s a handsome guy, muscular with a good smile, and Satoru can’t help but narrow his eyes a little when he comes over to introduce himself.

He holds out a hand to Shoko first, flashing a charming smile. Satoru doesn’t bother to listen for his name when he turns to shake his hand in turn.

“You’ve got a special girl here,” he says, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

You meet Shoko’s eyes, beaming. Satoru just grumbles silently to himself.

When the dancer finally excuses himself and walks away, Satoru puts an arm around your shoulders, grinning down at you. “Come on, princess. We’re taking you to dinner. Then we’re going out.”

You look down at your outfit, then look back up with an inquisitive look. It definitely is not a clubbing outfit, and at your look, Satoru just laughs.

Utahime smiles and brandishes her large tote bag. “We brought you clothes,” she says. “Now, let’s go!”

You can’t help but laugh. “Alright, fine. Who am I riding with?”

Shoko grabs your hand. “Satoru and me!” Then the two of you start walking without another word, giggling amongst yourself as Satoru waves at Utahime and Nanami and starts to follow you. He rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about your dance partner. He tries to push away the incessant jealousy in his chest.

You climb into the backseat of Shoko’s car, rifling through the bag Utahime packed you. “Satoru, don’t look,” you warn as the car pulls out of the parking lot, and then you pull your shirt over your head.

Satoru playfully rolls his eyes again, but he has to look out the window to hide the soft flush on his cheeks as he hears your clothes rustling as you take them off and put on the clothes the girls packed for you. “You’re pretty bossy tonight,” he chides, proud that his voice is still even, despite his imagination starting to drift towards what you look like in the backseat right now.

You bundle up your sweatpants and throw them at him, laughing.

Shoko tosses a glare over her shoulder. “Don’t throw things towards the driver!” she says.

“Sorry, mom,” you tease, leaning between the front seats to insert yourself between them. “What are we having for dinner?”

“Ramen.”

You hum in appreciation, sinking back into your seat. “Thanks for doing this, guys. You know you didn’t have to.”

Shoko tuts and rolls her eyes, her hair fluttering around her shoulders as she shakes her head. “As if we’d let you just go home after a performance like that! You deserve to be celebrated.”

Satoru glances back and grins in agreement.

You just smile and look out the window, overcome with affection.

Shoko parks at your favorite ramen place, and Nanami pulls into the spot right next to her.

Satoru playfully flips him and Utahime off through his window, snickering.

You shake your head, smirking as you step out of the car.

Satoru’s eyes catch on you as you shut the door behind you, roving over the outfit the girls brought for you. It’s perfect, they know exactly what works for you, and he can’t help but watch you as you all file inside the restaurant.

He tries to keep it respectful.

The five of you are led to a table, and you take a seat beside Utahime, handing her back the tote bag she’d packed for you. She takes it and hooks it on the back of her chair.

After you all order, Shoko puts her chin in her hand and looks around. “What are your plans for Christmas?” she asks.

All four of you shrug noncommittally at the same time; none of you had specific plans, because none of you still talk to your families. It’s one of the reasons all of you got so close, because you all could bond over the shitty circumstances that were handed to you by life.

Having expected this answer, Shoko says, “We should do something.”

You bat Satoru’s hand when he tries to steal a bite of your kani salad. “Like what?” you ask.

“I dunno. Something fun.”

“We could build a gingerbread house,” supplies Utahime.

“BO-Ring!” Satoru responds with a grin, and you have to smack his hand away from your plate again.

Utahime rises to the bait and elbows him violently in the ribs.

“We could bake cookies,” Nanami says.

“And watch Christmas movies!” you add.

The rest of dinner is spent planning your Christmas celebration, laughs and eye rolls shared across the table. Then, when you’re all finished with your meal, you finish off your sake and walk down the street to the bars.

Music is already starting to play.

You’re early enough that there’s no cover charge, so all of you walk right in and head straight to the bar, ordering your drinks and a round of shots for each of you. Satoru gathers you round, grinning, and holds up his shot glass.

“To the princess,” he says, winking at you, “for a wonderful performance tonight.”

The five of you clink your glasses on the countertop, then shoot your drinks back.

You and Shoko bring your drinks to the nearly empty dance floor, starting to move to the music while Satoru, Nanami, and Utahime order another round of shots for themselves. She grins at you.

“Are you gonna meet somebody tonight,” she begins to ask, her voice teasing, “or is there only one person you’re dancing with today?”

You roll your eyes, smiling at her playful question. “You know he and I are coworkers, right? That sort of thing is kind of messy.”

She shakes her head at you, exasperated. “You’re impossible,” she tells you, not for the first time.

The others eventually join you on the dance floor, and the five of you have fun with each other until you start branching off, one by one, seeking to meet people, mingle, find someone to spend the night with. You watch Satoru move from one group of girls to another, whispering in ears and flashing smiles at them, and you don’t understand the sudden tightness in your gut as you watch him.

You, almost stubbornly, stay put, the homing beacon for the others when they want a break from their conquests.

Satoru notices that you’re still nursing the same drink from the beginning of the night, your eyes sharp and clear from across the room. And just like that first night when you met – and like many nights since then – he has the urge to loosen you up, to make sure you’re having fun, to pour drink into you until you lose your inhibitions.

So he walks over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning close to be heard over the loud music. “Need another drink, princess?”

You shake your head with a smile, brandishing the glass you’re holding. The ice has melted, and he’s sure it tastes like watered-down garbage. “I’m alright.”

“C’mon,” he encourages, tugging lightly on your shoulders to bring you towards the bar. “I’ll buy you whatever fruity bullshit you like. My treat.”

“Satoru,” you sigh, falling in step as he walks you forward, “I’m really fine.”

“You always do this,” he says, and he means it as an observation, not as an accusation. “You need me to get you a little drunk, huh? Need to get past this hurdle?”

You scowl up at him and abruptly push his arm off your shoulders. “Don’t say it like that.”

He just laughs. “What, it’s true! You just need your best friend Gojo to help you along.” He grins at you, that charming smile, all teeth.

You’re still grimacing, not finding him funny at all. Satoru tilts his head, expression falling a little, because you’re never like this – you always think he’s funny. It’s what he loves about you, that silly, beautiful laugh, and now you’re keeping it from him.

“My best friend, huh?” you ask, voice low and a little sour.

“Well, yeah,” he says, raising a brow and smirking. “Isn’t that what I am? Best friend Gojo, at your service.”

And suddenly you can’t hold it in, you’re snapping at him, lashing out and showing a different side of you for the very first time, a side that’s been hurt, a side that still aches.

A side that mirrors the vulnerability he showed you; a side that’s just a different side of the same coin.

“Well, best friends and I don’t have the best track record,” you snap, and you tug away from him, turning your face to hide from his piercing gaze.

His expression falls, confusion and concern suddenly taking over. “Hey,” he says, placing a hand on your arm, and it’s meant to be a comforting gesture, “what do you mean? I’m sorry; I was just kidding around–”

But you yank away from his touch again. “Don’t touch me! Does something about me just scream that anyone can touch me without asking?” Your voice starts to rise with frustration, incredulity.

Satoru’s heart sinks; he thinks he’s beginning to understand what happened with your last best friend. “Princess, I…”

You turn away again, hugging your arms around yourself. You sound mournful when you speak again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get like that.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s okay, princess.” His voice is soft, like he’s speaking to a startled animal. You wonder if that’s how he sees you right now.

You don’t want him to see you like that. You want to be the funny, light-hearted best friend. You don’t want to have all this baggage.

His voice is still gentle when he speaks again. “You want me to walk you home?”

“No, I… I’m sorry,” you say again, shaking your head. “You stay and have fun. I don’t… I don’t want to ruin your night.”

He shakes his head again, more firmly this time. “You’re not ruining my night. Let me take care of you.” Like you took care of me. The unspoken words are heavy between the two of you.

You look up at him for a long moment, the bass of the music thudding in the background. “Are you sure?” You finally ask, voice almost too soft to be heard over the music.

He nods, smiling gently. He reaches forward to wrap his arm around your shoulders again, raising his brows in question before he touches you. You nod, sheepish, and he puts his arm around you, hugging you to his side.

From across the club, he signals to the others that you’re leaving. Nanami and Utahime give questioning looks, but Shoko just nods back, looking between the two of you.

Satoru walks you home, keeping you safely tucked under his arm to beat back the cold air. You’re mostly quiet, and it’s not until you’re unlocking your front door and kicking off his shoes that you look up and speak.

“I…” you begin, voice timid, quiet. “I’m…not sure if I can let you stay tonight.”

He nods immediately, agreeing without question. “That’s fine, princess. Let me get you in bed, and I’ll leave, okay? I promise.”

You look up at him, eyes so incredibly vulnerable, and Satoru’s heart nearly breaks at the look in them, like you’re not even sure if you can trust him. It’s me, he wants to say, it’s your Satoru.

But he’s sure you’ve heard something just like that before, and that it wouldn’t help the situation. So he walks with you to your bedroom, and when he helps tuck you into bed, making sure you have water on your nightstand, he keeps a safe distance from you.

Then, once you’ve plugged your phone in for the night and buried yourself under the covers, he sits gingerly at the foot of the bed, looking at you. He’s quiet for a long moment before he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You almost smile; it’s exactly what you asked him, not that long ago, when he was the vulnerable one instead of you. You think for a long moment, wondering if you’re ready to talk about it.

Slowly, you shake your head.

He just nods, patting your feet through the blankets. “Alright,” he says, voice hushed. “Need anything before I go.”

“No. Just… thanks, Satoru.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He gives your leg one last squeeze before standing and making his way towards the door. Before he shuts it behind him, he turns to speak over his shoulder. “Oh, and princess?”

“Yeah?”

His voice is low, firm, determined. “When you’re ready, give me that guy’s name. And whoever it is, he’ll regret ever having hurt you.”

And so when he’s gone, you can’t help but smile, just a little, knowing you have someone who cares that deeply about you.

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