#juicy celebrity rumors

[luvclerc]

how bout a charles leclerc x kpop idol reader? where charles and the reader have been dating even before they became famous. theyve been soft-launching each other for years and years, and the fans are trying to figure it out.

ps: i imagine jennie kim as the face claim (i love her sm)

gf reveal please

summary: when fans are manifesting a relationship they don’t know already exists

pairing: charles leclerc & reader

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youruser happiest girl in the worlddd

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rubylove to the person that sends her blue flowers every year for her birthday, thank you <3

heartyn the way she’s always getting the same flowers every year 😭

petrolh lewis what are u doing here 👀

pink1 pretty sure they did a campaign together recently so nothing juicy from them

rosiesyn i just want to know who’s been gifting her flowers every year

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charles_leclerc from the camera roll 📸

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lecler16 ahhh not charles in his soft launch the flowers again???!-

scuder1a going to pretend i didn’t see the last slide 🫶🏻

pierregasly 😁

amorcl ???

lestapa33n what does this mean

pinkari i want to say something but i don’t want to get ratioed on here too

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youruser uk recap (ps. wasn’t exactly the results we wanted but still had a good time!)

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pinkscuderia HELLO YN WAS AT SILVERSTONE AND THERE WAS NO PICTURES OF HER AT THE PADDOCK??!/!/

ynnniviee we were robbed of yn content at the race

char_les PLEASE TELL ME WE HAVE SOME CONTENT OF YN WITH THE DRIVERS scuderiaferrari

scuderiaferrari 🤭

sainzchar DOES THAT MEAN YESS???

scuderiaferrari see you again next race?

pinkari CHARLES IN THE LIKES??? ONE STEP CLOSER TO MY SHIP SAILING

lechairs but charles already has a gf…

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charles_leclerc 9th. not the results we were expecting but thank you for the continuous support. next stop break.

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itsleclerc silverstone + strategist screwed over charles this weekend but the man still has the mood to soft launch..

clmcquen shout to to charles gf for helping him through this tough time

lechairrie one day ferrari will stop fcking up charles

ynmon would have been great if yn got to celebrate a win with ferrari :(

youruser forever proud! comment has been deleted

sainzchair ENOUGH with posting the back of her head gf reveal pls

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charles_leclerc always nice to spend the holidays with family ❤️

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itslec1erc it’s been 5 holidays gf reveal when 🥹

scuderiaferrari lovely family ❤️

carlossainz55 this a big ass tree

landonorris psa! charles gf makes more money than him

charles_leclerc as she should :)

alex_albon when i borrowed $200 from her and she didn’t ask for it back 💃🏻

ynlnlover is anymore here from yn recent post?!

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youruser happy holidays everyone!

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ariyn the dress... the tree... the private jet

sharleclerc waittt is this the girl from charles recent post???

landonorris oop the dots are connecting

georgerussell63 did you get me a christmas gift this year??

youruser uM haha

ynhearrt NOO MOTHER FIRST DATING RUMOR 💔

plsyn f1 driver x kpop idol is the weirdest crossover i’m sorry???

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charles_leclerc took her on a trip for our fifth anniversary ❤️

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pierregasly damn i wanted to be the one who did the reveal 💔

youruser ilyy 💞

carlossainz55 does this mean i can finally post my pictures 😭

sharlcare STOP THIS IS SO UNEXPECTED

ynmomm THE VISUALS WNSNDNSNW

scuderiaferrari parents 🫶🏻

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youruser me and my man <3

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pinkari EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST ME SHALL FALL

leschairs it was you and me against the world :(

charles_leclerc yn only agreed to hard launch cause she didn’t want pierre to reveal it himself 😞

pierregasly you never want to see me win :/

landonorris adopt me 🫶🏻

ynfan THE PRETTIEST COUPLE

charlyn don’t know who i want more, yn or charles 😭

carlossainz55 don’t forget about me 🥹

[moonxytcn]

Hellooo, here is my request! We are a new upcoming artist in the industry and we attend the grammys for the first time. Some guy is interviewing us and asks a really inappropriate question which makes us uncomfortable. And before we could even attempt to answer the question billie so happens to notice how uncomfortable we are and steps into the conversion saving us just on time. This is the first time we ever meet billie, and some how by the end of the night billie gives us her number in hopes of being able to see us again 🫶🏻

rescue on the red carpet

| Billie Eilish x fem!reader

summary – Billie saves you from an uncomfortable interviewer question

tags & warnings – just fluffy

a/n – hiii <3 it's been a while since I wrote anything hihi, but I'm back, and thank you so much for the request anon!! and I'm sorry it took so long to post, I hope you enjoy this <3

| English is not my first language so there may be some errors.

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The lights of the Grammy Awards shimmer and sparkle like nothing you've ever seen before. You're standing on the red carpet, the air electric with excitement and anticipation. It's your first time here, and the grandeur of it all feels almost surreal. You're a newcomer in the music industry, and being nominated for Best New Artist is a dream come true. Your heart races as you take in the dazzling sea of celebrities, flashing cameras, and enthusiastic reporters.

The crimson carpet under your feet seems to stretch on for miles, lined with eager fans and journalists clamoring for a glimpse of the stars. You feel like you're in a dream, walking amongst giants in the music industry. Your dress, an elegant blend of shimmer and sophistication, clings perfectly to your form, making you feel both powerful and vulnerable at once.

As you make your way down the carpet, a charming interviewer from a popular entertainment network beckons you over. His smile is wide, his demeanor polished, but something about his eyes makes you uneasy.

"Welcome to the Grammys!" He exclaims, holding the microphone out toward you. "How does it feel to be here tonight?"

You smile graciously, taking a breath to steady yourself. "It's truly an honor to be here among so many talented artists. I'm just grateful for the opportunity."

The interviewer nods, then leans in slightly, lowering his voice as if to share a secret. "You've had quite a rise to fame this year. Many are calling you the next big thing. How are you handling all this attention? And." He pauses, his grin turning a shade sharper, "there have been rumors about your personal life. Care to comment on any of those?"

The question catches you off guard. Your mind races as you try to think of a polite way to deflect. Rumors? About your personal life? You’ve tried hard to keep your private life out of the spotlight. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you feel your confidence begin to waver.

Before you can find the words, the interviewer presses on, his smile now verging on predatory. "There's a particularly juicy one about a certain collaboration turning into something more... intimate. What do you have to say about that?"

You freeze, acutely aware of the cameras zooming in, capturing every moment of your discomfort. You can hear the crowd's murmurs, feel the eyes of countless onlookers on you. You’re cornered, and the vulnerability is almost paralyzing. Your pulse quickens, and your rehearsed poise starts to crumble.

And then, like a bolt of lightning, a voice cuts through the tension.

"Hey, I think that's enough of the tabloid questions, don't you?"

You turn to see Billie Eilish stepping forward, her iconic green hair and bold fashion sense unmistakable. Her expression is calm yet commanding, her gaze steady as she addresses the interviewer.

The interviewer falters, momentarily taken aback by Billie's intervention. "Oh, Billie! Of course, it's great to see you. I was just asking about—"

Billie interrupts smoothly, her tone firm but friendly. "I know what you were asking, but tonight's about celebrating achievements, not spreading gossip. Why not focus on her incredible music instead?"

Her words hang in the air, a lifeline thrown your way. You catch Billie's eye, and she offers you a reassuring smile. It's like a wave of relief washes over you, the tension easing from your shoulders.

The interviewer, now visibly flustered, clears his throat and shifts his attention back to you. "Right, right. Apologies for that. So, tell us about your album and the inspiration behind it."

You take a deep breath, grateful for Billie's timely intervention. With renewed confidence, you talk about your work, your passion for music, and the journey that led you here. Billie stands by your side, her presence a comforting shield against the prying questions that had threatened to throw you off balance.

As the interview concludes, you thank the reporter and turn to Billie, who is already flashing her signature grin.

"Thank you." You say, gratitude evident in your voice. "I didn't know what to do back there."

Billie chuckles softly, shrugging off the praise. "No worries. I've been in this industry long enough to know how these things go. You handled it well."

Her words are genuine, and they bolster your spirits. You find yourself smiling back at her, the tension from earlier fading away.

The rest of the evening passes in a whirlwind of excitement and celebration. You watch performances that leave you awestruck, rub shoulders with artists you've admired for years, and even manage to snag a selfie with a few of your musical idols.

As the night draws to a close, you find yourself once again crossing paths with Billie. She's surrounded by a small group of admirers and friends, but when she spots you, she waves you over.

"Hey! How was the rest of your night?" She asks, her energy as infectious as ever.

"It was incredible." You reply, feeling more at ease than you had at the start of the evening. "Thank you again for stepping in back there. It means a lot."

Billie dismisses your gratitude with a wave of her hand. "Seriously, don't mention it. I've been there. And besides, we're all in this together, right?"

You nod, feeling a connection with her that goes beyond just the shared experience of the industry. There's something genuine about Billie that makes you feel seen and understood.

As the crowd around you begins to thin out, Billie leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a more private tone. "Hey, if you ever want to hang out or need someone to talk to about the craziness of this industry, here's my number."

She hands you a small card with her number scrawled on it, the gesture both casual and meaningful. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of having a direct line to someone as renowned and talented as Billie Eilish.

"Thank you." You say, tucking the card safely into your purse. "I’d love that."

Billie gives you a nod, her eyes twinkling with sincerity. "Great. I hope we can catch up soon."

With that, she waves goodbye, disappearing into the remaining crowd, leaving you with a newfound sense of hope and excitement. The night may have started with uncertainty, but it's ending with the promise of friendship and the potential for so much more.

As you make your way out of the venue, you can't help but smile. Your first Grammy night has been unforgettable, not just because of the awards and performances but because you've found an ally in one of the industry's brightest stars.

And as you step into the cool night air, you know this is just the beginning of an incredible journey.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Unexpected Trip

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Some people think you're too good for Bucky, who they see as just a nobody. Little do they know the backstory of both of you from 5 years ago.

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Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter. Leave a comment and Reblog, please. I'd love to hear your thoughts. ❤️

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you!" The cheery chorus filled the sunny garden as friends and neighbors gathered around. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the table was adorned with a colorful array of treats.

Your son, Tommy, was wide-eyed with wonder at the commotion, his little hands clapping together with glee.

You knew he was too young to remember this day, but the joy on his face was enough to make every moment worthwhile.

Bucky, your husband, stood beside you, a proud smile on his face as he watched Tommy's excitement. "Can you believe he's already three?" you said, leaning over to Bucky, who nodded, his eyes never leaving Tommy.

"I know, it feels like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Time really does fly."

As Tommy blew out the candles on his cake, the guests cheered, and Bucky wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I'm so glad we decided to have this party," he said, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Even if he won't remember it, we will."

You smiled, feeling grateful for this moment of togetherness. "Me too," you said, watching Tommy's delighted face. "Here's to many more birthdays filled with love and laughter."

As you, Bucky, and Tommy were lost in your own world of celebration, the neighbors, known gossips of the neighborhood, couldn't resist whispering among themselves.

"I heard she got promoted to become the Director," murmured Mrs. Jenkins, a woman known for her keen interest in everyone's business, her eyes darting over to where you and Bucky stood.

Mrs. Thompson, a perpetually nosy neighbor, chimed in eagerly, "Wow, I knew she's a career woman since the first time I met her." Her voice carried a tone of admiration mixed with a hint of envy.

Standing nearby, Mr. Wilson, a retired gentleman with a penchant for spreading juicy tidbits, leaned in conspiratorially. "And she has a perfect house-husband," he added with a knowing nod in Bucky's direction.

The fourth neighbor, Mrs. Patel, a woman with a sharp tongue and a love for scandal, couldn't resist joining the conversation. "I don't want to sound rude, but she's too good for Bucky. He's just a nobody," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Mrs. Jenkins leaned closer, her eyes widening with exaggerated shock. "And guess what?" she whispered, drawing the others in.

"What?" Mrs. Thompson asked eagerly, her curiosity piqued.

"I heard a rumor that Bucky used to be a driver, like a courier," Mrs. Jenkins revealed,l.

Mrs. Patel gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest. "Omg! And he met Y/N? He hit the jackpot!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening as if she had just uncovered a scandalous secret.

Mr. Wilson chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I think in Bucky's previous life he saved a universe," he joked, adding to the whimsical nature of the gossip.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky remained oblivious to the whispers behind you, too engrossed in Tommy's joyous laughter as he played with his friends. Bucky had his arm around you, pulling you closer, unaware of the drama unfolding in the background.

Little did the gossiping neighbors know, they were 10% right, at least when it came to the part about Bucky saving someone.

You see, Bucky wasn't just a nobody. He wasn't just a regular driver. To be precise, it all goes back to five years ago.

5 Years Ago

You had just arrived in Russia, alone and shivering from the cold. This wasn't a holiday trip; it was for business.

Unfortunately, your luck had run out, and you were the chosen one sent by your less-than-friendly manager, who knew the bid was a long shot. You were the scapegoat.

It wasn't until you were on the plane, reading the documents, that the truth hit you like a ton of bricks.

Shaking with cold, you reached for your phone and dialed your colleague. "Is there someone to pick me up at the airport?"

"You've arrived? I almost forgot. I suppose someone should be waiting for you. Check to see if there's a sign with your name at the exit gate," came the reply before the call abruptly ended.

"Huh?" You couldn't believe it. The company had tossed you out like yesterday's news, leaving you stranded like a lost child in a foreign country.

"I swear, if I had a lot of money, I'd buy the company's shares and fire every single one of them," you grumbled to yourself, dragging your small suitcase behind you toward the exit gate, uncertain of what awaited you.

As you approached, you spotted a person holding a sign. You gathered your resolve and approached them, saying, "Hi, it's me."

You finally took a good look at the person holding your name sign. He was pretty tall and muscular for a driver, more suited to be a bodyguard.

With a swift motion, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into a nearby trash can. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, you couldn't help but think, "Damn, he's fine."

He pointed towards your suitcase. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice firm but not unkind.

"Huh? Oh yeah," you replied, momentarily distracted by his good looks.

"Follow me," he said simply, then turned and walked ahead.

You hurried to catch up, feeling a mixture of confusion and intrigue. This wasn't the welcome you expected, but you followed him nonetheless.

After a quick walk, the two of you stopped in front of a black BMW. The design of the car felt straight out of the '90s.

"Get in," Bucky said, opening the backseat door.

You complied, noticing that your driver seemed to be a man of few words. "Um, what's your name?" you asked as you fastened your seatbelt.

"Bucky. Bucky Barnes," he replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he started the car.

Then, glancing at the rearview mirror, he added, "Always watch your back."

"What? What do you mean?" you asked, a hint of unease creeping into your voice.

Bucky shifted gears and increased the speed. "Just in case," he said cryptically, his focus on the road ahead.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of mystery surrounding Bucky. As the car smoothly glided through the streets of Russia, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of business you had genuinely stepped into.

Bucky glanced at you through the rearview mirror as the car continued its swift journey through the city. "You came here without knowing anything?" he asked, his voice serious.

"I knew that other countries also put a bid on this project," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing unease.

"True," Bucky acknowledged. "Do you know what kind of representatives the other countries sent here too?"

Your voice turned into a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the engine. "Not like me?"

Bucky's eyes flicked to the side mirror, noticing a few cars trailing behind them. " And they've arrived too," he confirmed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.

Feeling a surge of panic, you turned around to look out the rear window. "Oh, shit," you muttered under your breath.

There was a group of cars following behind you both, and their windows opened. Someone appeared with a gun pointed at your car.

Bucky shifted gears again, the car picking up speed. "Don't bite your tongue, Miss Y/N," he said calmly, his focus unwavering on the road ahead.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you realized the gravity of the situation. The cars following them meant trouble; you were right in the middle. Gripping the door handle tightly, you braced for whatever was to come, grateful that Bucky knew what he was doing.

The chase was like something out of a movie, but the fear gripping your heart was all too real. The car Bucky drove was bulletproof, a small comfort in the chaos unfolding around you.

"KYAAA!"

Yet, despite the safety of the car, you couldn't shake off the primal fear that clawed at your chest. This was the first time you had ever found yourself in such a dangerous situation, and the adrenaline surged through your veins.

"Oh god, oh god," you muttered, your voice filled with panic as you clutched onto the door handle, your knuckles turning white.

Bucky, on the other hand, remained surprisingly calm. His hands moved expertly over the steering wheel, navigating through the narrow streets with precision. "Hold on tight," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos outside.

You could hear the sound of gunfire, bullets ricocheting off the car's armored exterior. The world outside seemed to blur as Bucky weaved in and out of traffic, the pursuing cars hot on your tail.

"What do we do? What do we do?" you pleaded, your heart pounding in your chest.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Trust me," he said cryptically, before reaching for a button on the dashboard.

With a click, the back of the car transformed. Panels shifted, revealing an array of weapons hidden within. Your eyes widened in disbelief as a gun turret emerged from the rear of the car, whirring to life.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, both terrified and amazed at the same time.

Bucky didn't hesitate. He maneuvered the car expertly, aligning the gun turret with the pursuing vehicles. With a press of a button, the turret unleashed a barrage of bullets, hitting the cars behind you with precision.

The sound of metal tearing and tires screeching filled the air as the pursuing vehicles swerved and crashed, their drivers no match for the firepower of Bucky's car.

You watched in awe and horror as the scene unfolded behind you, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe this," you whispered, your eyes wide with disbelief.

Bucky remained focused, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "Welcome to the world of high-stakes business, Miss Y/N," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos around you.

As you both sped away from the gunfire, the intensity of the moment left you breathless. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made you wonder how Bucky could remain so calm, and how his car seemed to be designed for situations like this.

"Bucky, are you really just a driver?" you asked, your voice filled with astonishment and curiosity.

Bucky, focused on the road ahead, replied without missing a beat. "Most of the time I work as a getaway driver."

"What?!" you exclaimed, unable to hide your surprise.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I have a few skills up my sleeve," he said cryptically, his eyes returning to the road as he expertly navigated the streets.

You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath after the intense chase. "Huff... huff... I have to win this damn bid. I almost lost my life. If I win, I will demand a promotion, and for you too, Bucky."

Bucky chuckled. "Thank you," he replied, his laughter mixing with relief as the moment's tension dissipated

Bucky glanced at you, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. "You know, Miss Y/N, I'm impressed," he said, his voice tinged with respect.

You looked at him, surprised by his words. "Impressed? Why?"

"Because even though you were scared out of your mind back there," Bucky explained, gesturing vaguely to the chaos that had just unfolded, "you still have the drive to win this bid. That takes courage."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, touched by his words. "Well, I don't want to go through all of this for nothing," you replied, a hint of determination in your voice.

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. "I understand. And I believe you have what it takes to succeed."

As the car continued on its journey, you felt a newfound sense of confidence swelling within you. Despite the danger and the unexpected twists, you were determined to make this business trip count. With Bucky by your side, you felt like you could take on anything that came your way.

"Thank you, Bucky," you said, gratitude evident in your voice.

He smiled, a reassuring presence beside you. "Anytime, Miss Y/N. We make a good team."

And at that moment, as the city lights blurred past the windows of the car, you knew that this business trip would be far more than just a bid. It would be an adventure, with Bucky as your unexpected ally.

🚗

After you won the bid, you demanded a meeting with the CEO and threatened to sue the company if you weren't promoted.

Asserting your worth, you stood firm, and the CEO eventually relented, granting you the promotion you rightfully deserved.

As you stood in the office, your evil manager and colleague before you, the air was charged with tension. They both wore expressions of surprise and disbelief, clearly caught off guard by your sudden assertiveness.

"Good afternoon," you began, your voice steady and firm. "I requested this meeting to inform you both that your employment with this company is terminated, effective immediately."

The evil manager scoffed, a hint of arrogance in his voice. "You can't do that. You're just a new employee."

You met his gaze, unwavering. "Actually, as of today, I've been promoted to a position where I have the authority to make such decisions."

The lazy colleague chimed in, who answered your call at the airport. Her voice laced with disdain. "This is ridiculous. You're letting power go to your head."

You shook your head, a steely resolve in your eyes. "No, this is about accountability and integrity. Both of you have demonstrated a lack of professionalism and ethics that is unacceptable in this company. And you make me go alone knowing that the trips was a high risk."

The evil manager tried to argue, but you held up a hand to silence him. "There's no need for further discussion. Your actions have consequences, and now you're facing them."

With that, you handed them their termination letters, each neatly printed with the company seal. The evil manager's face turned red with anger, while the evil colleague's eyes widened in shock.

"This is unfair!" the evil manager shouted, his voice filled with outrage.

You remained calm, unfazed by his outburst. "It's the consequences of your own actions," you replied firmly.

Othrr colleague tried to plead for another chance, but you stood your ground. "I'm sorry, but this is non-negotiable," you said, your tone resolute.

As they gathered their things and left the office, the weight of their absence felt like a burden lifted from their shoulders. You watched them go, feeling a sense of relief and empowerment.

🚗

One day, the memories of Russia tugged at your heartstrings, and you found yourself longing to return, this time for a personal visit to see Bucky. With determination, you booked a flight and arrived at his apartment.

Bucky greeted you warmly, a smile spreading across his face. "Miss Y/N," he said with genuine happiness.

"Bucky," you replied, matching his smile. "I couldn't resist coming back to see you."

You smiled, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. "I wanted to thank you," you began, gratitude filling your voice. "For everything. You were there for me in Russia, and I couldn't have done it without you."

Bucky's expression softened, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. "It was my pleasure. You showed courage and determination. I was just glad to be a part of it."

"I wanted to ask," you continued, gathering your courage, "if you would consider coming with me. With my promotion, I have the opportunity to lead new projects, and I can think of no one better to have by my side."

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your offer. After a moment of contemplation, a smile slowly spread across his face. "I would be honored," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I believe we make a good team."

Bucky smiled warmly, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he grabbed his car keys and jacket. "To celebrate, let me pay for tonight's dinner. My treat," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

You couldn't help but feel gratitude and happiness at his offer. "That sounds wonderful." you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

That's how the love story between you and Bucky started.

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GENSHINBLR — NOVEMBER, 2023 EDITORIAL

EXTRA! EXTRA! Over here, dear reader! As we enter the twelfth month of the year, read up on what’s happened this past month of November on Genshin Tumblr!

From your Editors: Crow and Ely.

COLLECTIVES — November Events !

TRENDING! || From Journalist @meidnightrain

1989 Event — 21 songs to 21 fics with the Genshin characters; A celebration to the release of Taylor Swift’s 1989 album, with fluff, angst, and hurt / comfort galore! Our journalist Meisha takes us through the re-recorded album with various Genshin characters X GN! Reader ranging from Aether, to Furina, and many more in between!

NEWS FLASH! || From Editor @yuellii

Fontaine : Dark Blood — A supernatural-themed event to continue off the spirit of Halloween in November; Dark Blood follows three separate one shots of vampire Neuvillette, werewolf Wriothesley, and puppet Lyney X GN! Reader. Our editor Ely executes horror through her writing, so readers, please heed her warnings carefully in each fic!

COLUMN — Individual Spotlight !

LET TWO EYES BE UNDECEIVED, Lyney / By Editor @rainswept

Summary from the editor: Growing up with you by his side, falsities were always something Lyney could see through. He preferred not to use them, not for a long time — but once you were gone and he and Lynette were left without someone to do the group’s dirty work, he forced himself to inherit the way of living you left behind.

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[nekohime19]

Okay so I had this idea for a shadowpeach fanfic and I found myself writing the first chap. I'm not sure if I'll continue it but, hey, I never know 🤷.

Basically, it's a "what if Wukong stayed a bimawen" story. Wukong never truly rebelled against Heaven and stayed as bimawen and Macaque is captured and ends up being Wukong assistant.

It's the monkeys being stableboys! 🐎

Also I want it to be more JTTW faithful, so Wukong character and appearance is more faithful to JTTW, same with Macaque where he doesn't exactly have the same character or appearance than in LMK.

I think I'll call it the Bimawen Au.

The sun was piercing the last remainders of the night, chasing away the darkness in the earth's corners. The birds were singing outside of the wooden shack, perching on the trees highest branches, they celebrated the dawn in joy. Jing liked to see them. He found beauty in the way they ruffle their feathers, in the way their wings unfolded and cut the air around them. He wondered what it would feel like to fly, to taste the winds roaming the world and go wherever he wished. To live with his whims, never shackled by his earthly flesh. He liked to imagine himself as a god. How free must it be to live above others? To parade in the Region Above? But he never voiced those desires, keeping them in the confine of his heart, for fear of being punished by the gods, the spirits and the constellations living above him. Jing sighed and left the edge of his window, he ruffled his hair in a vain attempt of brushing them and took his white tunic. He put it on, the ragged linen robe falling right above his tights, on his loose linen pants. He settled his slash properly and left his room bare-feated.

To his surprise, his grandmother was awake. She was dandling in the kitchen, cutting peaches with great care, her work lightened by one single wavering candle. She looked odd in the dim-light of the dawn, there was something in her eyes that Jing had never seen before, something akin to fear. But what could she be afraid of? She spent most of her days with them, resting until her final breath, basking in peace. She was the eldest of their poor village. She was so old, in fact, that most people believed she already saw Ox-Head and Bull-Head and was intimate with them. Rumors, of course. Jing didn't partake in such baseless whispers. His grandmother was a good woman. She served their family dutifully and was simply awaiting for her fated end.

“Why do you look so tense, grandmother ?” Asked Jing as he approached her. She flinched, something unusual for her, and turned towards him with a tense smile. The expression was odd. As if it didn't belong on her wrinkled face. For a second Jing saw something overlapping with his grandmother's face, a wavering image of another, quickly brushed away by the candle flickering flame. Jing shook his head, perhaps he was still a bit drowsy, his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Why are you up so early?” Asked his grandmother, she eyed the peaches she cut for a bit, before finally taking one. Another oddness, his grandmother hated peaches, she found them too sweet. “You should be sleeping.”

Jing raised an eyebrow, something felt wrong, something was wrong. He hesitated a little, her bead-like eyes boring into his skin like an iron rod, before deciding that, mayhaps, he should return to his room. He eyed the way her teeth sinked into the juicy flesh, how sharp her teeth's edges were, almost like fangs, and gulped.

“I'm just… I heard a noise… I'll go back.” Mumbled Jing as he took a step back, sweat glistening on his forehead. His grandmother eyed him up and down, accessing something within her mind before shrugging and returning to her peaches.

“Yes, you should.”

Jing returned to his room with a nervous twitch in his fingers, he closed his door and went to his bed, eyes lost in the void. He flinched when he heard the sound of their house's main door opening, the old wood cracking in the silence. He closed his eyes when he heard the sky rumbling with thunder, shouts echoing outside of their house. He trembled at the sound of barking. When he dared to glance outside of his window, he saw a black-furred monkey wearing his grandmother's clothes being dragged in the sky by a man with three eyes.

Jing stayed paralyzed for an hour, eyes widened.

Later on that day, he and his family found their grandmother muzzled, sleeping peacefully in the attic. The very same attic his supposed grandmother decided to seal three months ago.

***

He was in prison.

Not that it was new, he often found himself in prison. Thrown in crass-covered floors, pushed behind cold wooden walls, left in the darkness. He was quite certain that, at this point, he visited every prison in China. He was a connoisseur of prisonnery art, if you could call him like that. He was intimate with the cangues, long time friends of the carved days on the wooden walls, and ally with the fleeting roaches stumbling inside of his cage. He knew it all by heart, the wooden cage almost more familiar than the outside world. Yet what he knew most about prisons was how to escape them. He was an artist in escapery, his claws sharpened specifically to pick on locks, his words carved to entice and lure the wandering wardens, his fur blackened to merge with the shadows and escape the nearby eyes. He was a monkey of many talents, and escapery was one of his best. What aided him the most in his escapery was his numerous ears. Six, three on each side of his head, able to hear from 600 li around him if he focused enough. It was particularly helpful to know warden' rounds and when to plot his escape, it was also great to blackmail the wardens, taunting them with their dirtiest secrets. After all, he could so easily let the fact that one slept with another wife fall out of his mouth.

Perhaps it was because he knew so much of prisons that he realized, the second he was thrown in this one, that he wouldn't be able to escape. It looked like any other prison with wooden walls, wetted floor and the rather pitiful sight of a slaughtered mat hidden in one corner. It was familiar. At least, he thought it was, until he tried to hear and was suffocated by silence. That never happened before, silence was unknown to him, something he never experienced in his whole life, until now. It was terrifying. To not be able to know what was going on outside of the cage, to hear nothing but his frantic heart and the blood flowing inside of his veins, he felt utterly alone. He was used to hearing everything, to hear the breaths of the ones besides him, to hear the numerous hearts of man's and animals, even the rush of water inside of plants. He was used to noise.

The black-furre monkey leaned on one of the walls and sat, his ears fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird, trying to catch even one speck of noise outside of his cage. He must be quite the sight. A monkey coated in his own blood, a red swelling bite mark on his torso, with ears vibrating like crazy.

A pitiful sight at most.

“Heaven's prisons are something else.” He chuckled as he looked up, the symbol of Heaven mocking him, carved on the ceiling like a brand of ownership. The symbol, like a lot of Chinese letters, made him think of rivers. One long stream separated at the foot in two different ways, cut at the middle by one short stroke, and at the top by another. It was almost sickening to see their pride as the great one. He had never thought much of the gods, not one to mess with the Region Above, not when he knew of their ruthlessness. He thought they would never act. They had never been one to mingle with the mortal realm. Perhaps, he took it too far… Or Heaven had plans for him. In any case, he had been captured and thrown here, that's all that mattered now.

He could only wait for his fate.

The black-furred monkey curled on himself, his long tail coiling at his feet, encircling him in a pitiful attempt of comfort. He buried his head in his knees and waited, ears still fluttering, in the mad hope of catching a whisper of his fate. The floor was cold, icing his butt so much he was sure the flesh was reddening. He had been stripped of his clothes after being captured, perhaps they had been afraid he hid something on himself. He was glad to have fur on his shoulders. From the look of the frost-covered bones besides the ragged mat, furless beings didn't last long here.

He exhaled, his breath cutting his lips, coming out in white puffs. He controlled his breathing, in and out, trying to reign in his feelings. He closed his eyes, letting darkness fall upon him, not that the wavering rays of light passing through the covered windows in front of his cage offered much to begin with.

The cangue which trapped his neck and wrists was not made of wood, like he was used to, but of cold metal. He was sure that if he wore it for too long, the fur under will disappear and leave in its wake only bruised skin. The metal was ice-cold, perhaps more than the floor, the coldness spread to his hands and head, enough to almost paralyzed them. He feared that he wouldn't feel them anymore if he stayed there any longer. He needed to move.

The prisoner looked up and glared at the front wall, he sensed that something was wrong with it, yet he wondered if he should still try and go against his keen instinct. He rose, his bones cracking each at a time, and walked towards the wall. The moment he tried to graze it with his tail, he was struck by a sudden pain and recoiled, as if burned. He looked at his tail and scowled when he saw his flesh reddening, it wasn't a feeling, he had been burned.

The one who thought of Heaven's prisons was a madman, internally cursed the black-furred monkey as he returned to his corner. He approached the ragged mat after a while and sniffed it, seeking warmth. He recoiled at the smell of disease and the sight of moths and stayed on the floor despite not feeling his butt anymore.

He waited patiently, hoping that he could trick the wandering wardens with enough luck. He waited but none came, none even bothered to bring him food. He was starved for four days, the fat on his body rapidly melting, leaving behind only a bag of fur and bones. He was feeling weaker and weaker with every passing hour. He relented and drank the water coming from the ceiling, despite it smelling rotten, and slept on the mat despite the filth. He ate the moths, trying to fill his body with something other than dry saliva. It was in the middle of the fourth day that someone finally came to him, someone he would rather avoid.

The macaque looked up from his ragged mat and narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, he was expressionless, armor catching the rare ray of light and absorbing them. Erlang looked good, despite being maimed four days ago, distantly the black-furred monkey had hoped the marks he left on the god's flesh would have lasted longer.

“Are you here to mock me?” Growled the prisoner, bead-like eyes glinting with murderous intent.

“You brought this on yourself, Six-eared Macaque.” Replied Erlang with an expressionless face. He opened his cell and walked towards him, steps echoing in the silence.

“Your lapdog isn't with you? What happened to it?” Sneered the macaque as the god got closer, Erlang glared at him with something akin to rage in his eyes. The macaque was genuinely glad Erlang's oversized dog wasn't here, the last time he crossed eyes with the beast, it had bitten him so hard its fangs broke almost every bone in his body.

“This doesn't concern you.” Spat Erlang as he crouched down before the prisoner. If the macaque wasn't tired and starved, he would bolt out of the cell. As it was, the black-furred monkey was weak and discouraged. Where would he even hide? He was in Heaven, in the Region Above, an entire different realm. Even if he escaped, he wouldn't be able to come down, he wouldn't know how. And even if he somehow managed to return to the mortal realm, Heaven would hunt him down for the remainder of his life. Perhaps the best course of action was to let them decide his fate. Erlang pulled on the chain tied to his cangue, the prisoner stumbled forward, forced out of his mat. He bared his fangs at the god in a weak attempt of intimidation but Erlang shrugged it off and pulled him out of the prison. They passed by other cages, each prisoner more pitiful than the last, before leaving the dungeons.

***

Heaven was a bright place. He didn't see much when he was dragged by the scarf of his neck and thrown in prison, too busy trying to bite and claw at Erlang. He couldn't see much this time either, his vision wavering because of his lack of proper food. But he did manage to notice the numerous palaces and terraces of the different Constellations and Stars Spirits.

Heaven was also loud. Now that he could finally properly hear, he was overwhelmed by waves upon waves of sounds. He didn't have time to regain his senses, he was already dragged around by the god. The black-furred monkey couldn't properly see where they were going, he was still railing with sensory overload, he only felt the pull of the chain becoming harsher and tighter if he dared to slow down even for a second. He at least noticed that they entered a lavish decorated palace called the Golden-gated Cloud Palace, the name carved on top of the front door. He was pulled inside, stumbling in the white corridors until they reached the Treasure Hall of Divine Mists, a white lavish room decorated with fiery red pillars and filled with Constellations and Stars Spirits. He was brought to his knees before a throne, heads pressed on the white stone-cold floor, still nude, bruised and imprisoned inside of the cangue.

“So this is the Six-eared Macaque?” The voice was deep, it resonated like thunder yet it held neither hatred nor anger. It was sharp, like the edge of a blade, but devoid of any pronounced feeling. The black-furred monkey tried to look up but he was still pushed down by Erlang. From under his sweat-covered lashes, he could only glimpse at the foot of the throne, a seat of gold and jade, carved with dragons. The feet of the Jade Emperor were lavish, at least the prisoner assumed it was the Jade Emperor. Who else could dare sit on this throne if not the Emperor of the gods? The hem of his robe was of the purest of gold, sawn by pearl-white threads, his shoes resembled the most intricate of woodwork, carved by the finest artisan. He distantly realized that the tip of the Emperor's foot was worth more than his entire life. The Constellations and Stars Spirits dispatched in the room, all perfectly aligned on each side of the throne, eyed him with warriness. Each one of his thrills made them flinch, the black-furred monkey didn't dare fathom why they seemed to fear him, what were they seeing instead of him? He never attacked Heaven nor showed his strength. He wasn't weak but he never abused his power, yet they looked at him as if they knew his nature. “Let the trial begin.” Those simple words made him shiver. A trial. They brought him to the feet of the Jade Emperor to judge him. Weren't they already aware of his crimes? Why would they bother with a trial? Mayhaps, it was a show of power, of humiliation, to put him in his place. It was the only reason that made sense in his opinion.

The prisoner was still not allowed to straighten, he heard someone walk towards him, their steps heavily resolved. The person stopped at his right. From the corners of his eyes the black-furred monkey recognized a pair of lavish feet and the low sweep of a lizard tail. They reeked of water, salted water to be more precise, the pure pearls sawn at the tip of the foot made him believe this was a Dragon King, those kinds of lavish ornaments weren't for anybody. He hoped it wasn't Aoquin, Dragon King of the South, but with his rotten luck and considering this was his trial, it was probably him.

“This wretched ape took my life for one year!” Accused the Dragon King, definitely Aoquin considering his lower tone and the way his voice echoed like the shrill scream of a hyena. The prisoner remembered when he disguised himself as Aoquin, it took him days to master his voice, finding the perfect pitch between a screeching cat and crays scratching a board. He did find it eventually and had in his search gained new respect for Aoquin, keeping such a voice was taxing on the throat. One of the Dragon King's feet was stomping on the snow-white floor, the black-furred monkey wanted to bite it, but he managed himself, he didn't want to aggravate his case.

“Do you have proof?” Asked the Jade Emperor, like always an example of true neutrality. The prisoner liked that about him, contrary to many mortal sovereigns that found themselves inflated by their position and used such occasions to showcase their power, the Jade Emperor cared about the result, there was a search for justice in the way he handled things. Mayhaps because he didn't get to the throne by birthright but by ongoing numerous tribulations, he didn't use his position to abuse others, especially during trials. It didn't mean he didn't have a sense of pride, the black-furred monkey heard enough tales to know that the Jade Emperor could be quick to anger if provoked.

The prisoner couldn't see, still pushed to the ground by Erlang, but he heard the familiar rustling of clothes (it sounded like silk, so perhaps Aoquin) and something being brought in the hall. He was rather curious. He wondered what the Dragon King brought to incriminate him. He probably prepared an entire speech devoted to putting him down, it was flattering in a way to be the object of such an intense obsession. If he wasn't a coward he'd mock the dragon by thanking him. As it was, the Six-eared Macaque was rather afraid of powerful beings such as the Jade Emperor, so he decided to stay still and obedient while he was under his gaze, hoping his fate would be kinder if he did.

“You see, it happened two years ago, in the middle of spring!” Began Aoquin, his voice softened by sorrow. The prisoner was certain it happened in the middle of winter but he let the dragon have his fun, what good were his words anyway? “I was relaxing in my crystal palace when this wretched ape came to my doors and asked for housing. I was surprised to see an ape in the middle of the water but I took pity on him and invited him in. He spent one week with me before departing. I thought we were friends! But the next day after his departure he secretly came to my room and knocked me out with some sleeping spell! He then tied me up and hid me under my own bed and took my appearances. He paraded as me for one year! Nobody even noticed the differences!! He messed with my domain, my finances, my harvests!! When he finally got sick of my life he left and my servants discovered me under the bed! My kingdom is in shambles because of him!” There were some inaccuracies here and there but for the most part it was true. It's not as if he wanted to leave Aoquin's kingdom in shambles, but it would have been idiotic to take over his life and not have fun with it. The whole point of taking another appearance is for pleasure. Either for luxury, glory or indulgences.

“What does the macaque have to say for his defense?” At the Jade Emperor's words, he was relieved of the crushing weight pushing him down and allowed to straighten. His back cried in pain as he slowly rose, his eyes roamed over the room, taking in the hall. They were more people than he thought, now that he narrowed his eyes he could also spot Constellations and Stars Spirits that lived in the Region Bellow. Was his trial so entertaining that even the far southward spirits came to witness it? He even spotted the bodhisattva Mansjuri among the rows of gods, his wheat colored face gleaming with this serene shine characteristic of buddhists disciples close to nirvana. The black-furred monkey gulped and turned towards the Jade Emperor, his face was of marbre, black beard shining like a river of ink, eyes boring into his skin. At the Emperor's side stood his prized advisor, the Gold Star of Venus, he was entirely dressed in white, his long hair and beard flowing on his shoulders like streams of snow.

“It is mostly true.” Muttered the prisoner, for what could he do but speak the truth? If he dared lie in this place his fate would worsen! The Emperor's face straightened at that, expression darkening.

“Erlang Shen, you were the one to capture the macaque, what do you have to say about his crimes?” Asked the Emperor, Erlang straightened, his arms tightly clasped behind his back in a very formal poise.

“I hunted the macaque for several days, he was posing as a common grandmother. He was rather… difficult to deal with… I had to borrow the wisdom of wind spirits to escape his hearing and Laozi diamond cutter to catch him. From my own investigation and the numerous rumors, he is known in the Region Below as the face-stealer, he had been captured numerous times by mortals but had always managed to escape one way or another.” Erlang Shen report was truthful and succinct, it held a hint of sharpness, perhaps the god still felt bitter about their strife. The black-furred monkey flinched when he felt the Emperor gaze pin him down, he knew what awaited him, but he at least hoped for some sort of mercy.

“Then he is found guilty. He should be executed for his crimes!” The sentence echoed in the room like thunder, the different gods all nodded eagerly, agreeing with the Emperor's verdict. The Gold Star of Venus frowned but he held his tongue, only gazing at the macaque with something akin to pity, more of the pity in losing a valuable asset than compassion itself. The prisoner shoulders lowered in defeat, he had hoped for mercy but as he expected Heaven was ruthless with criminals. It's not as if he wanted to make others suffer or spread misery, the only thing brewing inside of him was envy, it has always been nothing but envious acts. But when it comes down to it he did mess with people's lives, perhaps this was karmic retribution.

“Wait!” The cry pierced the hall, rumbling in the midst of whispers. The Emperor turned towards the one who dared to speak and frowned when he caught sight of the bodhisattva Guanyin. The prisoner turned towards her, surprised by her sudden outburst. She was graceful, her milk-white skin almost translucent, her movements weightless and her eyes filled with compassion. “How old are you?” She asked the macaque, her voice soothing like the kind swell of the sea.

“300 years old.” Carefully replied the black-furred monkey, he was immediately surprised by the gasps and whispers slithering in the room. Some dared to call him “a babe” and he had to bite his lips to restrain his growling. He wasn't an infant, far from it, he lived more than any other monkey in the mortal realm, perhaps because he wasn't exactly normal like any other. Celestials had an odd conception of time.

“Emperor, he's still very young, he has time to learn new ways. Perhaps, we should offer him a chance at redemption.” Proposed Guanyin. The prisoner perked up at the mention of redemption, he wasn't really convinced of mending his ways but the premise of escaping death was alluring all the same.

“How would you even try to change the ape? He's wretched.” Spat Aoquin, his arms crossed in anger. He averted his eyes when Guanyin turned towards him, even him wasn't presumptuous enough to glare at a bodhisattva.

“We could put him under the tutelage of the bimawen.” Guanyin's words silenced the hall, all gods and spirits stared at her with widening eyes. Even the Jade Emperor tensed in surprise. Aoquin almost choked on his own tongue, he then turned towards the prisoner with something akin to pity in his eyes. The black-furred monkey remembered hearing of this peculiar title, the spirits of the mortal realm whispered it with terror and reverence, but he never took the time to delve into the matter. Mayhaps he should have.

“Bodhisattva Guanyin, do you remember who the bimawen is?” Carefully asked the Emperor, there was something haunted in his eyes, as if he remembered a particularly challenging time.

“Precisely. It's because I remember that I am proposing this. Didn't the bimawen mend his ways? Perhaps, he would be able to guide the Six-eared Macaque.” Her words divided the hall, some found themselves agreeing with her logic while others thought it was terrible (they whispered about how putting two powerful beasts together could endanger the realms, but the black-furred monkey didn't pay attention, he was focused on the Emperor and his decision). The Gold Star of Venus leaned in the Emperor's ears and whispered. The prisoner opened his ears to catch his words. “Emperor” he began “The bimawen had been pestering us for attendants for a while, perhaps this could be an occasion. Moreover the Six-eared Macaque gift could be of great use to us.” The Jade Emperor frowned at those words, he turned towards the macaque and eyed him up and down, his gaze piercing every inch of the black-furred monkey. The prisoner remained still, trying to look as harmless as he could. “Who shall be the one to warn the bimawen of this?” Asked the Jade Emperor, silence prevailed in the room, every gods and spirits averted their eyes, hoping to not be chosen.

“I will.” Sighed Guanyin. “I will take care of this matter and present the Six-eared Macaque to the bimawen.” The Jade Emperor seemed greatly satisfied by her answer, he closed the trial with one flick of wrist and settled on his throne eased. The prisoner was pulled forward by Erlang Shen, the god gripped his chain and gazed at him with narrowed eyes. From this close, he could see the third eye resting on the god's forehead, the fiery pupil boring into him. Erlang then proceeded to pull him towards Guanyin, his chains creating noise in the silence. Erlang stopped before the bodhisattva and nodded respectfully, the black-furred monkey gulped once her shadow was cast on his small body. As a monkey he was less than four chi tall, everyone constantly towered above him no matter what he tried to do. Only children were of his height.

“Do you want me to accompany you in case this ape causes you some problems, bodhisattva Guanyin?”

“No need, Erlang Shen.” Replied Guanyin with serenity. “The Six-eared Macaque will be well in my hands.” Erlang, though reluctant, nodded and let the macaque go. He threw one last warning gaze at him before turning around and leaving, his footsteps heavy in the halls.

“Follow me, Six-eared Macaque.” The prisoner rushed to follow after her retreating figure, chasing after the hem of her pearl-white robe. At her side walked Hui'an, one of her loyal disciples, and Mansjuri, one of her Buddhist brothers. The black-furred monkey didn't even dare to lift his head once they left the Treasure Hall of Divine Mists, he was still nude and stuck inside of his cangue, he did not dare to do anything in this state.

***

Guanyin summoned her cloud bathed in auspicious lights and settled on it gracefully. Hui’an sat beside her and Mansjuri mounted his blue-furred lion. The prisoner hesitated before slowly stepping on the bodhisattva's cloud, the texture was soft yet firm, like bouncing water. He quietly sat behind Guanyin, his long tail curled around his naked butt as he tried to shield himself from the breeze of Heaven. As the cloud soared above the Region, he kept his head low, not wanting to cross eyes with any wandering gods.

Guanyin stepped out of her cloud before a smaller palace colored like jade and pearl, above the pearl-white doors were inscribed : Palace of Compassion. The prisoner awkwardly followed the goddess as the doors of the Palace opened. Contrary to the Jade Emperor palace, this one was less filled, some attendants were cleaning the corners of the humble corridors but not that many. Guanyin stopped walking before a carmin door and ordered her disciple with a single gesture. “Clean and clothe him, we will find the bimawen tomorrow morning.” The black-furred monkey watched until he couldn't see her robe flowing on the cleaned tiles, her Buddhist brother at her side. He was pulled inside of the room by Hui’an and some nearby attendants. They prepared a bucket filled with mid-warm clear water and pushed him to the corner of the room, where the floor was made of wood. They plunged a white cloth in the water and slowly began to clean him, passing the cloth on his bruised skin. He flinched, not used to the contact, and instinctively tried to recoil.

“Do not fret, we will not harm you.” Mumbled Hui’an, his sleeve raised to his elbows, hands wetted by the water. It was odd to be tented by him, if he recalled right, Hui'an was the second son of Devaraja Li, also known as Prince Moksa. He was far from being a nobody, yet he followed the bodhisattva, embracing his Buddhist name, Hui'an, wholeheartedly, tending to him, a monster monkey. The black-furred monkey couldn't help but flinch each time Hui'an touched him. The disciple sighed once he saw his reaction, compassion on his lips, very much like his master. He couldn't understand why they showed him so much kindness. He wasn't a good person by all means. Yet it did make his heart shiver pleasantly, he shoved the feeling deep down in his psyche before it could blossom in something more.

“We have to bandage his wound and… do something about this cangue.” Called one attendant, she was carefully washing his back, her round eyes narrowing now and then every time she stumbled upon one of his scars.

“Bring medical supplies and someone goes to the prison, asks for the key to his cangue!” Ordered Hui'an, the attendants nodded and rushed out of the room. The black-furred monkey narrowed his eyes at the mention of the key to his cangue, but he dared not to speak. His fate was in those people's hands, he might as well let them do as they pleased. Nonetheless, Hui'an noticed his discomfort, he put one of his hands on the prisoner's shoulders and squeezed it, a meaningless gesture of consolation, the black-furred monkey found it more uncomfortable than anything. He curled on himself, back pressed to the wall, and waited patiently for this to end. Hui'an looked at him with pity, again, and took the bucket, now filled with filthy water. He walked to the end of the room and opened the door leading to the inner garden of the palace, he hesitated after taking one step out, gaze lingering on the prisoner.

“I'm not gonna flee.” Sighed the black-furred monkey with furrowed eyebrows. Hui'an averted his eyes, almost ashamed, and stepped outside to empty the bucket. He was left alone for a few minutes, he observed the room, noticing how it wasn't much filled. Perhaps Guanyin wasn't one for fancy decorations. He wondered what his life would be like now. Was he fated to cater the whims of this so-called bimawen for the reminder of his existence? Who was even this guy? He heard of a lot of things in his life but he wasn't powerful enough to eavesdrop on the Region Above, everything that happened in Heaven was unattainable for his ears. As such, he truly had no idea about this strange title that seemed to scare spirits and gods alike. By thoughts alone, it should have something to do with horses. If bi meant avoiding, if ma meant horse, and if wen meant plague, then by pure logic it meant : To avoid the horse plague. Was it a title meant for some sort of horse doctor ? He mulled over the subject for a bit and frowned at some of his thoughts. Did they push him on this so-called bimawen to mock him? He knew some of the mortals' beliefs. He ought to after living among them for so long. As such he knew putting a female monkey in stables was considered a sign of good luck for the horses’ health. Somehow, they believed the blood shed by female monkeys’ on their menstruation circle infused the hay with some sort of healing property. The macaque couldn't really understand this belief, blood was blood, no matter the species, but mortals, in particular humans, tended to have the strangest minds. Were they mocking him by putting him under the bimawen orders? He frowned at the thought, even if he was quite the coward, he loathed to be made fun of the most.

Hui'an returned shortly after his musing, bucket filled anew with clear water, the attendants arrived a few minutes after him with arms entirely full. They put the clothes aside, and began to carefully put a shooting balm on his bruised skin, and then bandage his wounds. The most prominent was the bite swelling on his chest and the traces of the cutter on his back, it marred his skin with red, becoming white at the edges due to his poor hygiene. Once again, he endured the touches without liking it, bearing every graze with bitten lips. They sometimes wetted the bandages with water, but it did nothing to appease him. Once he was more or less healed, one attendant approached with a charcoal-black key in her hands. Hui'an took it carefully and slowly removed his cangue. He shivered once the cold metal hit the soft floor of the room, its sight unnatural within the light colors of the palace. As he expected, the skin under the cangue was marred by red and progressively swelling, his luscious black fur dried and abused by the metal. One attendant dutifully cleaned his neck and wrists with a cloth drenched in clear water, then Hui'an applied the soothing balm. Once he was deemed healed they helped him put on the hanfu they prepared for him. He wasn't used to the softness of the tissue, nor the pale green of it, it shone brightly against his midnight fur. It felt good to not be nude anymore, he hadn’t realized how vulnerable he had felt without any clothes on his shoulders before being properly dressed.

Hui'an nodded to the attendants in thanks before gesturing for the macaque to follow him outside of the room. The black-furred monkey wanted to stay and curl in one corner, let the darkness cover him, but he pushed past those urges and followed Guanyin's disciple outside. They wandered in the palace humble corridors in silence, their steps echoing on the wooden walls.

“I didn't know that the bodhisattva Guanyin had a palace in Heaven.” Mumbled the prisoner, he needed something to fill the silence, the lack of noises reminded him of the four days he spent locked in the silent prison.

“She doesn't reside here. The Jade Emperor offered it to her, but she spent most of her time on Potalaka Mountain.” The prisoner nodded at that, some deep part of himself whined a little at the thought of not seeing her anymore (not a lot of people stuck out their neck for him in his lifetime) but he quickly shook his head to brush away the thought, attachment was dangerous, he shouldn't indulge this part of himself. Sometimes, he loathed the part of himself that required company, for he knew enough by now to understand that bonds were weaknesses. “We should feast, and then I'll guide you to your bed. We will head to the bimawen tomorrow morning.” The prisoner nodded, the idea of food immediately raising his spirits. Hui'an guided him to a larger room, one with a wide wooden table. Guanyin and her Buddhist brother Mansjuri were already sitting before the table, strangely enough they did not touch the food. Hui'an bowed the second he spotted them, the black-furred monkey awkwardly followed his lead and bowed despite his injuries crying in pain. They settled before the two bodhisattvas and quietly ate the vegetarian dishes. The prisoner eyed Hui'an from the corner of his eyes and followed his leads when it came to table manners, he had no idea on what was the custom in the Region Above and he refused to make a fool of himself by eating like he always did. He used the spoon when Hui'an used it, the fork when he used it, the glass when he used it, and ate the same amount as him.

Vegetarian dishes tasted blend, he was not used to the lightness of it. He preferred the heaviness of meat most of the time, not caring if his cannibalism tendencies spoiled his breath. But he was very much aware that he couldn't practice this sort of diet in Heaven, as such he gulped the dishes despite wanting to vomit at the taste of them. He noticed rather quickly that the bodhisattvas weren't touching any dishes, he wondered if their buddhists teaching really stripped them of any earthly desires, even one as instinctual as hunger, it was an odd existence to consider.

“Are you not curious about why you are here?” The macaque flinched at the voice, he lifted his head and crossed eyes with Mansjuri, his gaze, like any bodhisattva, held nothing but endless patience and closeness to true peace. He was leaning over the table, his amber skin gleaming under the room's dim light, one of his hands rested lazily over the hilt of his sword.

“Brother, I do not think he is aware of his ability.” Quietly replied Guanyin.

“Mayhaps it has not manifested yet. I thought you were all-hearing.” Softly mumbled Mansjuri, his voice serene like the blossom of peaches dancing in the spring breeze.

“How are you both aware of my abilities?” Spoke the macaque, contrary to what they seemed to believe, he wasn't all-hearing, not in the least. But they spoke as if his nature had no secrets. Perhaps, as bodhisattvas they did have the possibility to peek at the secrets veiled by the universe, but even then, it was rather suspicious.

“When the Dragon King, Aoquin, sent a formal complaint about you, Heaven learned of your existence for the very first time. Based on tumultuous past experiences with monkeys, they seeked knowledge about you. Buddha Tathagata was the one to reveal your nature… and it worried Heaven.” Replied Hui'an as he laid down his dish. It explained a few things, as expected, if he hadn't bothered Aoquin, none of this would have even happened.

“What did the Buddha say?” Asked the prisoner, curious about his own nature.

“He qualifies you as a macaque with a sensitive ear, a discernment of fundamentals principles, a knowledge of past and future and a comprehension of all things.” the black-furred monkey cheeks burned at Mansjuri words. He wasn't presumptuous enough to question Buddha's words, but still he wasn't as great as what he was described as. He could glimpse in the past and the future, but it never lasted long. Perhaps, his abilities would grow with him, and one day he would embody Tathagata words. For now, he was nothing but a less-than-four-chi macaque with multiple pairs of ears. The rest of the feast was spent in silence, Hui'an guided him to a bed after this and left him in peace.

The prisoner collapsed on the wooden bed, his body still aching. He did not take the time to change, uncaring of this sort of thing, and closed his eyes. He didn't really know what to think anymore. If it was up to him, he'd spend his whole life indulging in pleasure, uncaring of others. But he had to think of his survival here. If there was one thing that could push him to let go of his ways, it was the fear of dying. He raised his spirits by telling himself that the bimawen could be kinder than most thought. It was his last silver if hope in this unfamiliar place, surrounded by people he did not trust. He curled in the sheet, relishing in the softness, it was almost painful with how unfamiliar it was. He laid his head on the wooden pillow and sighed. He didn't sleep much, a few hours at best, and stayed in his bed until Hui'an went to wake him up. Guanyin's disciple winced at his state, probably because the macaque didn't take the time to change before going to bed. He offered him a carmin hanfu in the guise of clothing and helped him change. Once he was properly dressed they headed to eat some breakfast, the black-furred monkey forced himself to swallow some dishes, perhaps vegetarian food will be easier to digest the more he tried.

Guanyin and Mansjuri looked the same as yesterday, perfect and serene in the way they held themselves. It was unsettling to not see one wrinkle on their skin, nor one sign of exhaustion. They looked anything but humans. But yet it would have been weirder if they did. They were above, close to reaching enlightenment, but deciding to stop in their own path to buddhahood to guide mortals. He couldn't understand this show of compassion, he couldn't understand the need to help others. All his life, the only thing that has ever mattered for him was himself. He never felt anything for others, and even if he did try, in the first years of his existence, it became fruitless. He lived for himself, basking in his own selfishness. He never thought of others nor of the consequences of his actions.

“Why do you help me?” Asked the prisoner once they finished their breakfast, unable to help himself after musing for so long on the uselessness of compassion. Both bodhisattva looked at him with softened eyes. He didn't like it. He loathed that look. He wanted to claw at their faces. Ruin their perfect skin, white as the moon for her, tan like the sun for him. He hated it. Why were they so impeccable? He wanted to make them bend, he was tired of looking up at everyone coming his way.

He wanted to spoil them, like he was spoiled, yet he restrained himself, for he was afraid of punishment.

“Because you need it.” Replied Mansjuri, his voice soft as always, yet firm, each word said with his utmost belief.

“Everyone can change.” Added Guanyin with a smile fresh as the first peaches of the spring harvest.

The macaque lips tightened, growls on the tip of his tongue. It didn't make any sense. They didn't make any sense. How could such selfless beings even exist? Perhaps, that was the divide between mere mortals and bodhisattvas, their intentions unfathomable for the likes of him. His eyebrow twitched angrily at the thought. He loathed to be looked down upon. He tightened his fists and hid it inside of his sleeves.

He needed to control himself.

***

Both bodhisattvas left the Palace of Compassion soon after breakfast, the macaque followed the hem of their robes, running after them, like the hound chasing the prize. Like always, Hui'an was at Guanyin's side, walking alongside her with ease. They summoned their clouds and Manocalmed for his lion, the black-furred monkey once again settled in the back of Guanyin's. If he was bolder, he would settle on the front, feel the wind in his fur, admire Heaven from above, but as it was he didn't want to anger them. The travel was incredibly short, the clouds fast enough to reach all corners of Heaven in a matter of minutes. Bodhisattvas and disciples stopped before a lavish mansion, it looked like it was made of stones but polished until it shone brighter than any jewels. The macaque wondered if the one living in this place wanted to capture all the rays of the sun, because each time light fell on the stone it became trapped within the smooth surface, making it shine even brighter. The roof was made of striking red tiles decorated with statues of monkeys. All monkeys were carved with joy on their faces, sculpted to be playing on the edge of the roof, running across the tiles with laughter. Plants and flowers bloomed at the foot of the door, completely untamed, creating a path of lush grass. Twenty four lances with banners screaming BIMAWEN were planted in front of the gates. Hui'an took the golden hoop resting on the stone gates and knocked, the sound echoing in the peaceful silence.

The prisoner suddenly heard whispers blooming behind the door, surprisingly enough they all sounded the same, as if a hoard of twins lived in this place. After a few minutes, the doors bursted open, violently slammed by a blonde-furred monkey dressed in red. The lavish round-neck robe looked ruffled, as if he slept with it, and his soft-winged futou was falling on one side of his head, unable to contain his knotted mane. His face was ball-like round and incredibly hairy, he had the beak of a thunder god and forked ears pointing towards the sky. His cheeks along with his body were sunken, almost as if someone dug into his very flesh. His fur was lush, abondant, so much that the macaque felt like he could drown in it. The monkey nodded at the two bodhisattvas (but unlike any other he did not bow) and smiled broadly at them, his upward fangs glinting under Heaven's halo.

“Bimawen.” Respectfully greeted Guanyin. “You weren't at the Jade Emperor audience yesterday.”

“The Jade Emperor does those things too early, it's never of great importance for me anyway.” Shrugged the blonde-furred monkey, seemingly unfearful of Heaven's wrath.

“This one would have. The Jade Emperor decided to heed your request and give you an attendant.” Added Mansjuri as he softly gestured towards the macaque. The bimawen brightened considerably, his eyes quickly falling upon the prisoner’s figure. The macaque felt uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny, he averted his eyes and bit his lips.

“That's good! It was time! Why is he so ugly though?” the black-furred monkey furiously perked up at the insult. Yes, he was perhaps not at his best, not after being starved for four days, but still it was incredibly rude. He glared at the blonde monkey, his eyes narrowed in slits.

“You're the ugly one.” He spat, fangs bared. The bimawen's good-natured expression immediately darkened, he glared at the macaque, his own fangs bared. The macaque flinched and ran behind Guanyin, hiding behind her white robe.

He messed up.

+ some notes to understand

Region Above : Heaven

Ox-Head and Bull-Head : The two servants of Yama who bring the dead souls in the underworld. There are several stories of people coming back to life and claiming to have seen those two monsters.

Cangue : wooden pillory used to shackle the wrists and neck

Li : Ancient Chinese measurement, 1 li = 576 meters

Bodhisattva : Buddhist sage who is very close to buddhahood but decided to stop to guide the others.

Chi : Ancient Chinese measurement 1 chi = 31,8cm (12,3in); 10 chi = 1 zhang ; 1 zhang = 3,18m (10,43ft) ; 1m = 3 chi. Here, less than four chi = less than 1,3m.

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[kawaiigirly21]

Gem of Olympus 3

The very next day, it had seemed like Natasha was a completely different goddess. No longer did she hold her tongue on her own opinions or dress as if she was scared of her own body. “Natasha dear sister, where is Dionysus? I haven't seen him since you both retired early. In the afternoon. Did you two spend the day together in bed?~” Natasha simply smiled before smirking. “You know we did. I must say, it was very refreshing. He certainly knows a thing or two about knot tying."

The goddess giggled while Apollo laughed. “Oh my! You certainly are celebrating your annulment right aren't you? How about tonight you… spend the night with Hyacinth and I? He missed you last night. Call us clingy but we do love having extra warmth in our bed.~” Putting a hand on the sun god's cheek, Natasha stood on her toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

It was soft and loving but it alone could have made the deity melt. Their past kisses were never like this. Sweet and subtle but never like this. Apollo moaned quietly as they pulled apart before Natasha placed his hands on her hips and kissed him once more. This time the kiss was lustful and desperate.

The sun god couldn't help but paw at the woman in his arms. So beautiful she was. As much as he was enjoying the kiss however, Apollo pulled away panting. “Let's wait until tonight sister. I'm sure the excitement and desperation for release will make this pleasurable for all of us.”

Later that day, Natasha found herself the most content she had ever been, relaxing in the bath with Hermes' head on her shoulder while he held her from behind. It was rare for him to get a day off or time to himself. It made sense he'd want to make the time count. “Tell me more Hermes. What else is he up to?” It wasn't like Natasha TOLD Hermes to keep an eye on Ares and Aphrodite, but when the deity came to her with juicy gossip about the two she couldn't help but  turn her ears to it.

“The two seem content for the most part, but it seems Aphrodite just can't stop talking about you. Whether it is your hair, face, body. She always has a comment and Ares is growing tired of it.” Hermes chuckled softly as he slid himself into Natasha's warm walls. “O-oh really? Tell me, w-what could he possibly be tired of? This is the woman he wanted over his wife right?” Hermes simply grunted as a response while he busied himself thrusting up into Natasha.

It had been many a night the messenger of the gods had been denied the opportunity to bed his sister. It wasn’t a secret that Hermes was deeply in love with her. He had vyed for her attention years prior but against a bigger, stronger and more favorable Ares, he didn’t think he stood a chance. So he watched in silence with a heavy heart knowing her heart should have been his all along.

As the original speedster moved the pair to the bed and continued their sultry love making session, he thought about how happy he was knowing Ares turned out to be the horrible husband he was and he reveled in the fact that Natasha wanted little to nothing to do with him after their annulment.

He thought about the deal he struck with Apollo to find the damning evidence of Ares’ affair and leave the lipstick in Natasha’s shared chambers with her husband for her to find and suspect something. It was he who suggested she would find Ares and talk with him when he knew damn well where he was and just what he was doing.

Now here she was. In his arms finally and screaming his name like he knew she should have been in the first place. Every moan, every gasp, every whine for him, Hermes felt like he was running on air. His chest swelled with pride and even more so when he knew he fucked her to completion. Her nails raking down his back making delicouly painful scars that were sure to spark rumors.

Rumors that could wait however. Especially when the messenger was busy emptying his hot thick seed into Natasha’s warm wet cunt. In exhautston and satisfaction, Hermes rolled onto the other side of the bed while Natasha ran a soft hand through his reddish brown locks. “You do know another bath is inevitable?” She asked as she went to stand only too be dragged back down into bed.

“No. Don’t go yet. You don’t have to meet Apollo until later tonight. Spend a little time with your other brother dear sister. Wear me out like you did poor Dionysus.~” That evening, as she sipped her wine, Natasha found herself seated next to her Uncle Poseidon who had entrapped her in a old story of his younger days.

The same days he claimed were dark and dank until her presence brought a light and warmth he was unaccustomed to. He felt seen with her. She respected his weight of power just like everyone else. But she did tend to favor his stories and his touch a bit more than his two other brothers. Just a bit.

“Then what happened?” She asked. Before the Ocean god could get a proper word out, he nearly trembled as he felt Natasha's fingers just barely graze his inner thigh. Her twinkling eyes and luscious lips dared him to make a move. Just hoping. Begging for his attention. He wanted to. But would him giving into lust have consequences?

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

“Did you hear? Housewarden Rosehearts is dating someone in school!” “What?! There’s no way! Him!?” “I bet whoever is dating that guy is just as stressed and high strung like him.”

The halls of Night Raven were buzzing with rumors and gossip of the biggest juicy story to come from the end of Winter Break: Riddle Rosehearts of Heartslabyul is in a relationship. With a boy! He was a son of a very well off family with lots of status and wealth alongside strong magic within his blood and sweat, like a very tough and well bred horse for racing and showing off if you will. Many would assume if he were to ever have a school love it would be one of the many beautiful and rich girls in a girl academy either nearby or in his hometown. So for him to come out and admit he has a boyfriend was a shock.

While students hurry and whisper among themselves of this gossip like giggling hags over soaking laundry on a hot afternoon, away high up in one of the higher floors tucked away in a classroom stand two young men who stay close to one another as their lips remain locked. Ace Trappola, a fresh 2nd year student and future-Vice Dorm Leader of the house Heartslabyul, reaches up and holds the small waist of his lover Riddle Rosehearts, a fresh 3rd year student and Dorm Head of Heartslabyul, who eagerly scoots even closer. The pair have begun their special connection a total of six months ago, after some hilarious hijinks that no one could imagine that made the polar opposites grow closer each second of each minute of every hour of a day.

Yes, polar opposites is the correct term…

Riddle was like a cup of tea; Easily a boiling hot level of rage over someone’s bad grammar, with a scream to match to boot, and can be a sweet and much needed calming dose in one’s life. Ace on the other hand was like coffee; One bitter bitter soul that only grows sweet and less burning to the touch if you coax him enough with cream and sugar.

Yet somehow against all odds the pair are willing to consume the sugar overdoses and tongue burns of their lover’s warm comfort and sweetness of their caffeine addictions.

“Why were you two studying in an empty classroom though??”

Ace hid his snort as curious red eyes stared up at him from the sofa, fighting his urge to laugh more when Riddle elbows his ribs. Currently, the pair are helping host a large sleepover in their home, a sweet cozy two story cottage in town covered in fine red bricks and even some ivy that overgrows across the surface in the sweet countryside of the Queendom of Roses, the ones focused on the sleepover is their dear little princess Rosealynn Trappola, though simply called Rose by everyone else, and her group of best friends to celebrate their upcoming school semesters the next day. Riddle steps forward to answer instead of his giggling husband to the group of teens, “It’s easier to study in the quiet than in the public loudness. Then we lived happily ever after. Now get ready to sleep, we all have a busy traveling day tomorrow.” The teen girl giggles and flops back on the sofa between a black haired girl and a blond lad, her freckled face a happy glow with a natural flush. Ace kisses her red hair before he and Riddle left the room to leave the friend group to chat. “Geez, it feels like yesterday she was in preschool…” “I know how you feel.”

This is my first submission to the @ridoaceweek for this year! I know it's shorter than my dramas last year with these two getting together but it'll be better, I promise!

Also, since I introduced her last year, here's Rose!

More information is here!

She attends Night Raven Collage since in this AU I view the mangas and books (which I got the first volume YAY) as canon and in canon we had a female student/maybe more thanks to Yuu so after the whole thing Crowley did something RSA would never and that is to make NRC a coed school. She's a Heartslabyul student too!

[jennyboom21]

Before Taylor Swift was sparking headlines about "squad goals" or attracting throngs of Hollywood stars to The Eras Tour, she and Dianna Agron were nearly inseparable.

The "Style" singer and "Glee" star became close in 2012 and were quickly identified in the media as "blonde BFFs." However, the following year, Swift and Agron suddenly seemed to lose touch. They haven't been spotted together since 2014.

Keep scrolling to see everything we know about the once-close pair.

They became friends while Swift was working on 'Red'

It's unclear how and when Swift and Agron met. In 2010 and 2011, Swift became friendly with "Glee" stars like Cory Monteith and Chord Overstreet, so it's possible the women were introduced by Agron's castmates. They both attended the 2011 Vanity Fair Oscar Party, but there's no evidence they interacted.

Swift and Agron were spotted in public for the first time on September 4, 2011 at a flea market in Los Angeles. Swift was between shows on the Speak Now World Tour, while Agron had recently wrapped a series of Glee Live! concerts.

By this time, we know that Swift was in the process of creating her fourth album because she had already written "All Too Well."

According to her diary excerpts (released alongside "Lover" in 2019), the beloved song was conceived in February 2011. She decided to name the album "Red" in September 2011.

Dianna Agron and Taylor Swift in 2012.

January 7, 2012: Agron tweeted that Swift looked 'beautiful' on the cover of Vogue

Swift was photographed by Mario Testino for the February 2012 issue of Vogue, for which she was given retro-style bangs. According to a behind-the-scenes video, the photoshoot took place on the eve of her 22nd birthday.

"Taylor looks all kinds of 70's beautiful....and love a hat! Great job," Agron wrote on Twitter, tagging both Vogue and Swift.

March 25, 2012: Swift and Agron went to see 'The Hunger Games' together

A group of fans snapped a photo with Swift and Agron at the theater during the movie's opening weekend.

April 12, 2012: Agron shut down rumors that she was in a 'love triangle' with Swift and Tim Tebow

For some reason, in early 2012, tabloids ran wild with a theory that Agron was dating NFL quarterback Tim Tebow while Swift was harboring a "puppy dog" crush on him.

During an appearance on "Jimmy Kimmel Live," Agron quashed the rumors. She clarified that she had a "10-minute chat" with Tebow and hadn't seen him since.

Kimmel also asked her to address her relationship with Swift: "Are you dating her? That would be great."

"Wouldn't that be juicy?" Agron replied, blowing a kiss to the camera and adding, "Hi Taylor."

April 24, 2012: They wore vintage gowns and flower crowns to celebrate Shirley MacLaine's birthday

Swift, who costarred with MacLaine in the 2010 film "Valentine's Day," played dress-up with Agron and two more friends in honor of the actor's 78th birthday. The small group shared photos of the occasion on social media, though most have since been deleted.

"We dressed up full-time fancy and went out in celebration of Shirley MacLaine's birthday," Swift wrote on Twitter, per E! News.

"Had a long day & don't know what to celebrate later…? Because you need a moment to be young? Find your moments," Agron added in her own tweet.

April 28, 2012: Swift celebrated Agron's 26th birthday

Swift wore a tiger costume for Agron's circus-themed birthday party, which she called "the most magical night" on Twitter.

"The blonde BFFs have been spending a lot of time together as of late," E! News wrote.

May 15, 2012: They dined together in Los Angeles

Paparazzi caught Swift and Agron leaving Dominick's, an Italian restaurant in West Hollywood, after a Tuesday night dinner.

July 4, 2012: Swift and Agron spent the holiday in Hyannis Port, Massachusetts

Swift was spotted in the famous East Coast town during Fourth of July weekend, mostly hanging out at the Kennedy compound. She was accompanied by Agron and their friend Claire Kislinger (neé Winter), according to the Boston Herald and Us Weekly.

Kerry Townsend, the granddaughter of Ethel Kennedy, tweeted at the time: "Arrived at my Grandma's house to find her chilling with Taylor Swift and Dianna Agron. I hope I'm this cool when I'm 83!"

October 22, 2012: Swift released 'Red,' which includes a dedication to Agron

Swift is known for leaving coded messages for fans in the liner notes of her album. The secret message for "22" was four names: "Ashley Dianna Claire Selena."

In addition to Agron and Kislinger, these most likely refer to stylist Ashley Avignone and Selena Gomez. The song is about spending a carefree night with friends, though hints of ill-advised romance are sprinkled in: "You look like bad news / I gotta have you."

There could be another reference to Agron in the liner notes for "Everything Has Changed." The song's secret message is "Hyannis Port," where Swift spent some time with green-eyed Conor Kennedy that summer. ("All I've seen since 18 hours ago / Is green eyes and freckles and your smile," Swift sings.)

However, many fans have noticed that "Hyannis Port" is actually misspelled in the liner notes as "Hyiannis Port," which mirrors the spelling of Dianna (who also has green eyes).

The day that "Red" was released, Agron congratulated Swift on Twitter with a screenshot of her phone playing "Everything Has Changed."

December 3, 2012: Swift and Agron both attended the Ripple of Hope gala

Swift and Conor Kennedy reportedly split in October 2012 after a few months of dating. However, later that year, Swift was still honored with the Ripple of Hope Award from the Robert F. Kennedy Center for Justice & Human Rights.

The annual gala was held at the Mariott Marquis in New York City. According to E! News, Swift had Agron "by her side" throughout the event. She also performed "Starlight," a song from "Red" that was inspired by Ethel and Bobby Kennedy.

"Was a beautiful night last night. The RFK foundation provides help to so many truly deserving," Agron tweeted. "Plus @taylorswift13 was truly lovely."

April 2013: A fake artice, which claimed Swift and Agron were dating, went semi-viral

Shortly after Swift embarked on the Red Tour, a doctored screenshot from a fake tabloid began circulating on Twitter. The headline from Stars Daily, which does not exist, said "Taylor Swift is in a new relationship...but it's not what you expected."

"Country pop singer Taylor Swift has confirmed being in a relationship with Glee star Dianna Agron," the fake article continued. "Lesbi-honest! Right after the rumors were confirmed, the two were spotted out on a dinner date." (The attached photo was from Swift and Agron's dinner at Dominick's in 2012.)

On April 23, 2013, "Skins" actor Dakota Blue Richards tweeted about the rumor: "So apparently Taylor Swift and Dianna Agron are dating. Sorry Brangelina, you just got taken over as the worlds hottest couple."

Neither Swift nor Agron publicly responded to the rumor. But Richards' reaction seemed to increase its virality, and the following day, Agron deleted her Tumblr.

"Thank you friends for following the journey," she wrote in her final post. "But as an old chapter closes, a new chapter begins."

September 4, 2013: Swift, Agron, and other friends went to a Fun. concert

"Modern Family" star Sarah Hyland shared a video from backstage at the Fun. concert, which took place at the Greek in Los Angeles. Swift is featured in the short clip, while Agron is briefly shown standing off to the side.

"Watching @OurNameIsFun live tonight at the Greek was unforgettable," Swift wrote on Twitter, per Taste of Country. "Such incredible musicians and showmen. It was just SO good."

Two days later, Agron also tweeted an inside joke about the concert, tagging Swift.

This seemed to be the last time they intentionally hung out (at least in public).

October 27, 2014: Swift released the deluxe version of '1989,' which includes a breakup song called 'Wonderland'

The lyrics of "Wonderland" clearly reference "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland," the 1865 novel by Lewis Carroll. When Swift performed the "1989" deluxe track as a surprise song on The Eras Tour, she said it was a "twisted" take on the fairy tale.

In the song, Swift describes her muse as having green eyes and a "Cheshire Cat smile." She says they "fell down the rabbit hole" and got lost in Wonderland, all without considering the consequences.

"Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?" she sings in the pre-chorus, a reference to Alice's observation that "curiosity often leads to trouble."

Swift concludes in the bridge: "In the end, in Wonderland / We both went mad."

Some fans have drawn a connection between "Wonderland" and Agron, who has repeatedly tweeted about her love for Alice.

"I love 'Alice in Wonderland' and 'The Hobbit,'" Agron said in a 2011 interview with Elle. "Those books got me into reading and storytelling — I could escape to a different world."

Indeed, Agron reportedly had a Tumblr, deleted in 2013, that was called "felldowntherabbithole."

She also had a reference to "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" tattooed on her ribcage: "We're all mad here," which is a quote from the Cheshire Cat. Fans noticed that Agron was in the process of removing her tattoo in 2017.

November 23, 2014: They had a brief interaction at the 2014 American Music Awards

Although she spent most of the evening with Karlie Kloss, photographers did catch Swift having a moment with Agron at the 2014 AMAs, where she also performed her single "Blank Space."

This was the last time Swift and Agron were seen together in public. Notably, Agron did not appear among Swift's many celebrity friends in the 2015 "Bad Blood" music video, which seemed to confirm they were no longer close.

October 5, 2019: Agron went to 'SNL' when Swift was the musical guest

Agron was photographed leaving 30 Rock after "Saturday Night Live" finished filming. Swift was that night's musical guest — she performed "False God" and the title track from "Lover" — but there's no evidence she interacted with Agron inside.

May 7, 2023: Agron was asked about rumors that she and Swift were 'in a relationship'

During an interview with Rolling Stone, Agron was asked about her influence on Swift's music, specifically "22."

"Me? Oh, if only! That's more because of a friendship than being the inspiration for the song," she replied. "But I would not be the person to ask about that. I cannot claim that!"

The reporter also asked how Agron felt about being "shipped" with Swift, which he explained as, "You two were made out by the media and some fans to be in a relationship."

In response, Agron described the speculation as "so interesting."

"I… I mean, there have been many stories about my dating life that are so wildly untrue. That's funny," she said.

[strscrossed]

okay so i've been thinking about asoiaf lately and also combining it with aot. yes, i know it's been done before but i have three main ideas.

jeanpiku: pieck is the daughter of a minor lord in the vale (the fingers lol) and she's his only child and heir. basically she only has her wits. and then she and a bunch of nobles are invited to a tourney to celebrate the marriage of eren, heir to the throne and lady mikasa of the north who basically eloped, breaking off her betrothal to jean, who is lord of the reach and it was a huge scandal. pieck finds him sulking and basically uses her charms and sympathy to win him over and he ends up marrying her, much to the consternation of house tybur (they're sort of the hightowers in this fic)

eremika: basically the jaegers are like the baratheons but grisha married the last living heir to the throne, dina, and they had a son, zeke. dina dies, making zeke heir presumptive but then grisha marries a noblewoman from the stormlands and they have a son. zeke decides to join the faith (he said i'm ending this damn bloodline) leaving eren as heir. yes there are dragons, and the jaegers are descended from one of the first fritz kings daughters and throughout have married into the family. eren is sort of morose, into weird things, basically like rhaegar. he meets mikasa at a tourney, they fall in love, the elope, and disappear for a while and it's a scandal. there's more there but you know i'm thinking about it. mikasa is betrothed to jean of the reach and eren is betrothed to historia, the legitimized only living child of rod reiss of the westerlands (?) who is rumored to have a preference for women.

levi and the ackerman: so this one's a little juicy. originally kuchel was betrothed to uri reiss, who is part of a cadet branch of the fritz family tree but she disappears and kenny, outraged, starts looking for her with no luck. levi is born in very unfortunate circumstances and he comically looks like an ackerman and gets into fighting young when someone says, "you must be kenny ackerman's bastard son" and so he comes across kenny who sees him and he's the spit of his sister, kuchel and he quickly realizes what happens and says "yeah i'm your father and you're my son, and i'm going to legitimize you and make you my heir." in truth, kenny is a gay man with no intention of marrying so levi is his way out + in claiming levi as his own bastard, he hides away what happened to his poor sister and protects the family's honor. in doing so, however, he pushes his brother and subsequently his niece mikasa, from the succession.

[martisxladyshura]

He'd rather fight than get the silent treatment 😭

If you're wondering what they're fighting about... The producer of Deathrock Martis' band hosted a party to celebrate the release of their new album. Ms. December couldn't come because she had modelling work in another country.

During the party, a drunk groupie forcibly kissed Martis. He quickly pushed the girl away but not before a photographer got a few, incriminating shots. The press, always eager for juicy drama, published the photos and circulated rumors regarding the event.

The news broke Ms. December's heart. She had been cheated on before and her ex's friends tried to cover up for the dirtbag so she found it hard to believe Martis' story.

Martis found it hard to concentrate and was spiraling into depression so his bandmates (Hilda, Sun, Clint, and Chou) stepped in and found proof that he was telling the truth. They sent the evidence to Ms. December, who flew back to meet Martis and have hot makeup shmex 🚬 🍆💦

Ms. December Lady Shura by 🎨Aleriia_V (topless version available on her Patreon for $1) Deathrock Martis by 🎨Disaccharide

[sassyfrassboss]

Kerry told me is that Kelly reckoned to her that Meghan was high AF on something as she was acting really weird

ooooh...there was speculation that she and Harry were also under the influence at the first concert. There's a video of Harry rubbing his nose in a not-a-casual-itch kind of way that started the ball rolling on that rumor.

Also, just an aside, Sassy - this is your second Hollywood-related anon in a couple months. (Remember the first one was that Kristen Stewart tea.) The fact that *real* Hollywood insiders like this anon and her associates and actual actors/actual creatives are talking and criticizing Meghan so openly really makes it clear how poorly and how little Hollywood thinks of her. Her A+ List 90s Celebrity Superstardom dreams are DOA.

We have been getting quite a few over the past couple of years.

Come with out there gossip but many have some actual juicy and factual tea.

I do think that Kerry & Kelly, both black women who had to work their asses off to get where they are in life, are most likely not fans of Meghan who just used right white men.

[tadashichigo]

Celebrity Crush

A rockstar Eddie x Pro basketball player Steve AU because I am weak for celebrities flirting

“Three-pointer..?”

“Close! That is indeed a basketball term! Not the right one but-“

“Arghhhh!” Robin Buckley groans, flopping back onto the mattress, “Steve, it’s impossible, I’m just not a sports girl.”

Steve Harrington laughs, putting his basketball flash cards down before joining Robin on the mattress.

“You know, you’d enjoy my games a lot more if you actually knew what was happening instead of staring at our cheerleaders, or, well, cheerleader”.

“I don’t stare at her!!”

“Aha! So you admit you’re looking at her though!” Steve teases. (“Her” being all-star cheerleader Nancy Wheeler, of course).

Robin flushes, shoving Steve in fake annoyance before getting up and grabbing the nearby remote.

“Here, we’ll watch a game and you can do your best to educate me” Robin sighs, flipping through the channels before landing on one showing a clip of Steve’s team. “Oh! Hey! There’s you guys!”

Steve gets up, joining Robin on the edge of the bed. Steve had been a pro basketball player for around 4 years now, still considered a rookie, but quickly making his way up the ranks.

Just as he gets up, the clip switches to a close-up of a woman, clearly performing an interview.

“So you’ve known Chrissy since highschool?” The woman asks, leaning forward in her chair.

“Wha? Chrissy? We know her!” Robin exclaims.

Steve nods “yeah, yeah, she’s one of our cheerleaders, is this interview about us?”

The video cuts to a man opposite of her. He’s pale with long, dark, curly hair. His clothes are ripped up, his rings the same silver as his piercings. He smiles toothily.

“Mhm, one of my best friends! Love ya, Chris” the man blows a kiss at the camera.

The interviewer chuckles, “now, Mr. Munson, I’m sure you get asked all the time, but we’ve got to know, are the rumors true?”

“The juicy gossip about my massive celebrity crush?” The man grins, teasing.

“Does Eddie Munson like Chrissy?” Robin gasps, talking over the interviewer’s response.

“Huh? You know this guy?” Steve asks, tearing his eyes away from the screen.

Before Robin can answer they’re interrupted by a sudden switch in tone from the man.

“Alas, tis the truth!” He says dramatically, putting on a Shakespearean dialect. Steve can’t help but smile, it reminds him of Dustin, the kid he met through Lucas who had joined his basketball camp years ago. He knew all of Lucas’ friends now, developing a sort of sibling bond with them.

“Does it help that Chrissy works so closely with him? Have you ever thought about having her set you guys up?” The interviewer laughs, so does the audience.

“Him?” Steve asks.

“WHO DOES HE LIKE?” Robin yells at the screen.

“You know, she’s teased me about it, but I’ve never actually made a move on him,” Eddie wipes a fake tear, “forced to admire from afar, also known as the stands” he jokes.

“Well, is there anything you’d want to say to him in case he’s watching?”

Eddie turns to stare directly into the camera, his eyeliner making his eyes more intense. He points at the camera, leaning towards it.

“Steve Harrington, I’m coming for you, watch out, baby”.

The audience cheers in a collection of whistles and hollers. The interviewer laughs and thanks Eddie for his time.

Robin and Steve turn towards each other at the same time, mouths wide open in shock.

Robin is the first to speak, “famous rockstar Eddie Munson likes you”.

Steve responds “I still don’t know who he is but holy shit”.

[not-so-rosyyy]

the hyeri x ryu jun yeol x han sohee relationship drama is soooo juicy! breakup of an iconic couple. frolicking in the pool with the new boo in hawaii. rumors of overlapping timelines. subtweeting back and forth on Instagram stories. denying the new boo allegations. admitting the new boo allegations. new boo saying she'll apologize to past boo for being lame and rude. OMFG I LOVE CELEBRITY MESS.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 71 - Dude, We're Getting the Band Back Together!

The gossip at the Taste of Tartosa bar is juicy tonight.

Ophelia: You guys didn't have to quit for me!

Moses: We're not working for someone who treats anyone, let alone our friend like that.

Ophelia: But what are you going to do for work?

Moses: We have a pretty good idea.

Moses: We're starting our own band!

Ophelia: Can you do that?

Drew: Yeah, we just can't be Let Them Eat Cake anymore. Thing is, we need a lead singer…

Ophelia: Of course I'll do it, no question, but where would we even perform?

Moses: There's all kinds of bars and nightclubs that'd host live music. And you know we love you and we'd have you no matter what, but your celebrity status would definitely get our foot in a lot more doors.

Ophelia: Well, if anyone can pull this off, it's us. I'm in!

Ophelia: We're gonna need a new name.

Drew: Moses and I rattled off a few ideas on the way here, but we both kind of like The Main Squeeze.

Ophelia: Is that a pun about my last name?

Drew: Well, you're kind of the face of the band. Plus, it's fun to come up with lemon puns.

Ophelia: This is going to take a lot of planning. We need to contact venue owners, get new equipment, figure out our fees… But that's for another day. Tonight, let's get juiced!

Drew: I've never been more proud.

Xander: That's my cue!

After a couple hours of drinking and celebrating, Xander starts to clean up for the night.

Ophelia: The Main Squeeze… I really do like that name.

Moses: I still think Citrus Got Real is pretty good.

Drew: Guess it's official. We just need to find our first venue.

Xander has been a bit quiet tonight. He's had a lot to think about but he's confident in his decision.

Xander: I think a new bar is opening up soon that'd be happy to have you as regular performers. The owner is pretty great. And handsome.

He told Ophelia all about it the other night, but she knows he wasn't quite sold yet.

Ophelia: Sweetie, are you sure?

Xander: Positive. This is what my parents wanted, and it'd be a chance to bring some new life to Tartosa.

Moses: Uh, want to clue us in?

One explanation later-

Drew: A bar? Hell yeah! Finally, a party spot in Tartosa!

Ophelia: You're not just doing this on our behalf, right?

Xander: Of course not. I want to do it for me. I've been thinking a lot about my future and starting now fits perfectly with my plans.

Before Drew and Moses head out, Ophelia wants to make a toast.

Ophelia: I'm so proud to be part of this band. We've joked so much about being family that we actually became one. The world won't know what hit 'em. To The Main Squeeze!

Moses and Drew: To The Main Squeeze!

It's closing time and everything's cleaned up, but Ophelia and Xander stay for a slow dance to the stereo and a chat.

Ophelia: You're really sure it not just for me?

Xander: Yes, I am. I was hesitant, but I know I can do it.

Ophelia: I know you can too.

Ophelia: You've been thinking about the future lately, huh? What's it look like?

Xander: Well, I'll be running the bar, and I'll have a talented, kind, ambitious blonde bombshell by my side. Y'know, if said bombshell will have me.

Ophelia: Rumor has it she will.

Xander pulls Ophelia closer and kisses the back of her hand.

Ophelia: The bombshell has it pretty good in your vision of the future too. A thoughtful, sweet goofball and a future master mixologist? How could she resist?

Speaking of resisting… Time to go home.

The two have a little pre-woohoo fun.

Xander: Help me, I'm dying… And the only cure is… to touch a butt.

Ophelia: Sorry, butt machine's broke.

Xander: Tell my girlfriend… I love… her ass.

Ophelia: You're such a doofus.

You're the one getting in bed with him, girly!

Poor Marshmallow. Someday they'll have a bigger bedroom and you can have a bed near theirs.

[good-beanswrites]

💚+lukas? (if someone already sent him then 💚+python or 💚+conrad!)

(Ah, I did do a Lukas one, I'll link it in a sec. Here's Python, I'll post Conrad's separately :))

Since he was young, Python sees the Day of Devotion as a prime opportunity to slack off/cause mischief, since everyone else is distracted with making plans and flirting. Once he’s older, it’s just as easy (especially when serving directly under Clive and Mathilda) to slip away when others are distracted with their own romances to enjoy a day of vacation. Rather than sleep the day away as most would expect, he admits that any celebration is contagious to him. He gathers up his close friends to hang out, play games, and party the night away. His parade of rowdy friends is always open to new members – any lonely soul they come across who wants to join is welcome. He makes it clear he’s not there to pine and whine over romance, but will let even the sappiest stay with them and join in the good time.

He loves enjoying the special treats that come with the Day of Devotion. He’s not big on sweets, but there are always delicious dishes and ales being marketed for the holiday. He’ll swoop in on rejected gifts, offering genuinely comforting words to a friend while also sharing in the extra food. Though it’s mostly food, Python can’t resist the other unique gifts the holiday brings. Once, Lukas caught him eyeing one of those massive stuffed animals in the marketplace. He made sure Python had it for his next nap, removing the big red ribbon that marked it as a Day of Devotion gift.

His favorite part of the holiday, however, is the few days that follow: he gets to hear all the gossip. There’s always juicy details about who hooked up with who, who confessed to who, who rejected who, who cheated on who, who wasn’t seen the whole day, who was seen, etc. He’s scolded if he’s too nosy on the holiday itself, but after a few days everyone else is just as abuzz with rumors, so he can indulge as much as he wants. He always ropes Silque into being his informant, seeing she’s just as excited as he is.

[ladybugsimblr]

A little tea... Well Malik thought it was juicy gossip, but it turns out the tea was cold. Gen stays on the blogs so she already knew what was up. 

Eliza Pancakes is a famous fashion photographer and Bob (from now on known as Rob 😅 - look at him!!) Pancakes is a famous celebrity chef. They were unhappily married for years before Eliza’s unfaithful and not discreet ways caused them to divorce. It was messy and all public knowledge and got messier when they both remarried almost immediately, starting up the rumor mill all over again. 

Rob married Noel (the scientist who works with Malik) and they have full custody of Isabella, Rob & Eliza’s daughter. Noel wants to be a super parent which is very cute. Eliza married Chris, a San Myshuno detective, and not only did she keep her married name but Chris took it as well. Mr. and Mrs. Pancakes v2.0 seem to be happy in their penthouse with their cat Dale. 

The End. 😂