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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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Hear me out — Bucky would love every inch of your body. As he’s taking down your panties, he grabs each leg and worships them as if he was born to do it. And even though you’re surprised, he gives the most sensual, tender foot kisses on the arch of your soles that send spasms through your body. It’s almost enough to send you over the edge just by the way his lips move over your erogenous zone. Could you please extend on this tenderness in one of your upcoming works, or even a Drabble? Love your work🥺🥺

I cannot lie besties, I think this is my favourite fic I’ve ever written. This is one of the only times I’ve proof read a fic of my own and it’s made me all 🥵 I am so here for intimate, married!bucky. Anon, if you don’t write fics, please start because this request had me low-key shook. Definitely not a foot fetish piece, dw

(Also I start my new job next Monday!! I have most of this week off so I’m hoping to write a lot of my requests and post them this week so apologies if it feels like a spam)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: Your first date night with Bucky after you have your second baby

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), married!bucky, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, alcohol mention, marriage kink? possessive Bucky, alcohol mention, lil implied voyeurism, feet do come up but not in a fetishy way? Fluff, mentions of past trauma (nothing specific)

Minors, do not interact

It was your first real date in months, a whole evening planned out by Bucky. He had told you not to worry about a thing, he would sort your outfit, book the table and call your parents, all you knew was that you had to be ready by 6pm. You dropped your kids to your parents house at 3pm together, giving them a few extra kisses goodbye since you wouldn’t see them until the following day. Ollie was so excited to spend the night with his grandparents, he almost couldn’t have cared you and Bucky were leaving him and Lily, your youngest, wouldn’t be any the wiser since she was only seven months.

Coming back home was almost torture for Bucky, knowing the house was empty, there would be no interruptions if you both decided to blow off some steam before dinner but given how fancy the restaurant he had booked for dinner was, you both had so much to do to get ready. So instead he tried to contain himself, building up the suspense as much as possible. You showered in separate bathrooms, Bucky taking time to neaten up his beard in the steamed up mirror, chest glistening with water, towel wrapped around his hips, meanwhile you got dried and dressed, loving the black floaty dress he’d chosen. The huge slits up either side were more daring than you were used to, your legs peeking out as the material fluttered around them when you walked but you knew you looked good and Bucky would love it. He had picked out a pair of strappy heels too, making your legs look longer and slimmer and some gold jewellery, knowing how much you liked your accessories to tie in with your wedding bands. Your hair and makeup didn’t take too long and around 5:30, Bucky joined you already dressed in his suit.

“Hot. Fucking. Damn. Mrs Barnes, you are breathtaking.” He was looking at you like he’d never seen anyone so stunning in his entire life, eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of your legs through the splits in the dress and how the shape of the bodice made your waist look even neater.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we aren’t gonna make it to dinner.” You teased seductively and you could swear you heard an actual growl leave his throat. Fuck, he was half hard already, cock stirring as his head swam with all things you, his need only heightened by the smell of your perfume.

“We don’t have to go. Could stay here and let me eat you instead.” He offered, making you laugh since you knew he was completely serious. He crossed the short space between you, slotting in neatly behind you, your back pressed to his broad chest as he took in the sight of you both in the full length mirror.

“Who would’ve thought the mother of my children would be so damn sexy? Two kids later and you look even more beautiful than the day I married you.” He purred, his dick twitching in his trousers against the swell of your ass, lips buried in your hair behind your ear as he spoke. His hands were wandering slowly from your waist, trailing his fingertips down to where the fabric split to expose your thighs. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you just couldn’t spoil the surprise you had lined up for later so you pulled away, stepping to the wardrobe to pull out a little gold clutch.

Bucky lived for the tease. You knew that, hell, it was even evident from the dress he had picked out for you. He loved to be riled up and kept that way and he knew he had all the time in the world tonight.

Dinner was absolutely unbelievable, the restaurant had been so fancy, dimly lit by candles, Bucky spending all night admiring how the flames danced on the skin of your collarbones. You looked nothing short of stunning and he couldn’t keep his hands off you, his fingers wandering under the table to grasp your ankle when you had your legs crossed, trailing gently up your calves, never getting any higher than your knee. He wasn’t making it easy to focus on making conversation, that’s for sure. It was lovely to go out and not have to worry about the kids, reaffirming the fact that you very much still had a life of your own outside of being a mother, something that you hadn’t really felt recently. Compliments poured out of Bucky in the same way he poured the champagne from the iced bucket beside you both, telling anyone who asked that you were celebrating having some “alone time” as new parents.

“You know, I still fall harder in love with you every single morning.” He smiled during dessert, one hand holding his spoon, the other stroking your leg under the table. “I can’t take my mind off you. No matter what I’m doing. You and the kids are my world. You gave me the two biggest blessings I never thought I would have. You just blow my mind, you know that? Still can’t believe you married me.” Your heart ached in your chest hearing him open up like that. He was the best dad to your kids and you loved him endlessly so it hurt a little hearing how he still couldn’t believe this life was his.

It was that romantic vulnerability that fuelled you both as you headed out to get a cab back home, Bucky trying to keep you close, never letting his hand leave your waist. You were his and he wanted to do everything he could to show that off.

It didn’t take long before you were stumbling in through the door to your empty house, Bucky’s lips on your exposed neck in the cold evening air making you shiver as you unlocked the door. Before you even really had time to think, Bucky had you pressed against the door, his lips firm and insistent on your own.

“Thought about this all night angel. Since I saw you in that dress, I’ve been thinkin’ bout taking it off you. You know how hot it is? Knowin’ we’re married, that you’re actually all mine?” His words came out in a breathy gasp, pure lust taking over.

“Bucky, fuck, bedroom.” You whined, your back arching away from the door, needing to be closer to him, pressing your chest flush with his. A growl escaped his throat as his hands wrapped around your exposed thighs, picking you up and carrying you to drop you unceremoniously onto the bed before layering his body on top of yours again in a passionate kiss. It was all teeth and tongues and needy gasps, pouring all his love and adoration of you into a single gesture. His suit jacket and tie were discarded quickly, your hungry hands gripping his back through his shirt, needing to feel him against you.

“God, you’re keen tonight aren’t you angel? All worked up for me?” He cooed softly, pulling back to unbutton his shirt and take in how beautifully disheveled you were beginning to look underneath him.

“Yes daddy, need you, fuck.” You whimpered, tearing a groan from Bucky’s throat. His fingers stopped working on his buttons for a second to press his growing bulge in his trousers to your core that was still covered by the front slip of fabric of your dress. You knew the effect that title had on him when it fell from your lips like that and you loved it.

“Fuck, gonna treat you so well tonight angel. Gonna take this pretty little body apart. You won’t even believe how good daddy is gonna make you feel.” He went back to undoing his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor before grasping your right foot in his hand.

“Bet these heels weren’t comfortable toots, lemme take them off for you.” He cooed softly, finding the buckle and undoing it, unwinding all the straps that clung up your legs. With the shoe finally discarded you let out a little hum of relief, Bucky’s cool metal hand squeezing your aching foot nicely. Your eyes closed, lying back on the bed, letting him work his magic until you felt his mouth press to your sensitive arch, lips soft and smooth as his hand continued squeezing. You hadn’t expected it to transport you straight to heaven but it did, little groans falling from you. Noticing you were loving the attention, Bucky’s touch became heavier, his kisses more open mouthed, teeth grazing the most sensitive areas, making you shiver.

“Feels so good Bucky.” You whined, eyes squeezing shut as his teeth grazed your sensitive arch once more, his stubble rubbing against your heel nicely.

“Oh honey, is daddy making you feel so good you’re forgetting how to be a good girl? Daddy’s mouth knocking all thoughts from that pretty little head? Don’t worry angel, no punishments tonight. Daddy just wants to make you feel good.” As he spoke he had undone the strap on your left shoe, giving it the same attention. You hadn’t even noticed you had slipped up and used the wrong title but you couldn’t have cared with his flesh hand now working your right foot in time with his metal hand and his mouth on your left. You were practically blissed out already, aware your pussy was dripping from so much intimacy. This wasn’t something you and Bucky had tried before but you knew it would absolutely come up again on those nights he was intent on worshipping your body.

After feeling like he had given your feet enough attention, his mouth drifted to your ankle, kissing along it, trailing his wet lips higher up your left leg before lifting the slip of the dress out of the way. He could’ve cum in his pants at the sight that greeted him, your pretty pussy, absolutely soaking wet, not covered by panties as he had been expecting.

“Fuck, nothing underneath this dress at all? You really went to dinner in nothing but a dress, heels and a wedding ring? If I had known that I might’ve fucked you then and there on the table.” You squealed out as his metal finger dragged along your dripping core, spreading your slick over his fingertip, looking up at you in wonder. You were absolutely coming apart under his touch, your body aching for him to give you more.

“Should’ve fucked me there daddy. Let everyone know I’m all yours.” You whined, your voice coming out higher and needier than you expected.

“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you princess, daddy filling you up for all those people to see.” His voice was rough and low, his own need shining through. Without giving you time to think, he slipped a finger inside you, stroking your clenching, silky walls without hesitation, not even giving you time to adjust, lips meeting your clit and sucking hard. You moaned, high and needy, fingers tangling in his dark hair to pull him closer to your dripping sex.

“Feels so good daddy, so so good.” It felt even better knowing your house was empty. You could be as loud as you wanted and you wouldn’t risk waking the kids.

“You like being stuffed by daddy, don’t you toots?” Your husband quizzed, pressing a second finger into your unbearably tight heat, making you mewl weakly. He was working you embarrassingly quickly towards an earth shattering orgasm, one that you knew you wouldn’t even be able to hold back if you tried.

“Is my baby losing herself on daddy’s big fingers? Oh honey, you haven’t even got my cock yet and you’re almost senseless already. You gone all cockdrunk on daddy? Can’t get enough can you? Feels like you’re ready to cum already. Don’t know if I can let you honey, that ‘no panties’ trick was naughty of you. Just can’t resist takin’ your panties off when I’m around.” His fingers had stilled inside you, making you almost cry from need.

“No daddy please, please, I’ll be so good. Jus’ needed you daddy, needed you to be able to slip into me if you wanted to. Needed you to be able to fuck me any time you felt like it.” His eyes went wide at your little admission, fingers begin to to move again, wet sounds filling the room.

“This little body really is all mine isn’t it. You know you’re mine. Such a good girl.” He breathed out in awe before his tongue moved to flick against your clit again, tearing sobs from you as he pulled you over the edge of pleasure. You couldn’t help how you thrashed on the bed, one hand tangled in his hair, the other tangled in the sheets beneath you, rocking your hips against his face to ride out your explosive high. Your thighs shook as Bucky pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean, watching how your chest heaved after your orgasm. The sight of him could almost make you cum again. His beard was shining with your slick, his chest was bare, his abs looking nothing short of delicious and his dress trousers looked painfully tight around the crotch, his bulge from his neglected cock was so evident. He looked godly and he was all yours.

“I love you so much.” You whispered, noticing how his face softened at the little wholesome admission.

“Oh baby, I love you too.” His lips slotted over yours, slower, reverently, tongue pressing against yours like it was your first kiss all over again. There was no need to go too fast after all, you weren’t in any rush tonight. His hands clasped with yours, pinning them to the bed over your head, little sighs escaping both of you as the kiss became more intense. His clothed cock began to rut against your bare core, knowing your slick would make a mess of his trousers but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care.

“You saved me, you know that? You really are an angel.” His words reminded you both this wasn’t just about sex, this wasn’t just passion and lust and need, pent up after months of only having quiet quickies in the early morning hours before your children woke. No, this was love making. It was slow, it was worship and praise, thanking the other for their commitment and dedication to your little family. A reminder of the vows you had taken, the promises you had made to each other feeling renewed by the way your bodies reacted to one another. You weren’t just lovers, you were partners. Soulmates.

“You saved me too Buck.” You whispered back, not wanting to dwell on the past too much, choosing instead to think ahead to the future and all the happiness that awaited you as a family.

“Need’a be ‘nside you angel, can’t wait much longer.” His voice was strained, almost sounding overcome by his own steadily growing need. You both separated long enough for you to pull your dress off over your head and for Bucky to take his shoes, socks, trousers and underwear off, leaving you both completely bare. It didn’t get any more raw and vulnerable than this. His cock looked thick and heavy, weeping with need as he gave himself a few slow strokes, taking in the sight of you baring yourself to him. It was at times like this that he made the mental note to kiss every single mark on your skin after you had both finished, needing to worship every freckle, every scar, every stretch mark that made your body his safe place.

“So beautiful like this, Mrs Barnes.” He whispered, his voice hanging in the air as he leaned forward, pressing himself to your entrance, beginning to slip in. It was still a tight fit, your walls fighting to accommodate him as quickly as possible. As always, he gave you some time to adjust after he got fully seated inside you, your breaths mingling together as you both got accustomed to the fact you were absolutely full of him.

Neither of you could have waited much longer before he began to move, pulling out slowly before pressing back in, gasps escaping both of you.

“You feel incredible, Jesus, you’re so big.” You whimpered, the thick head of his cock nudging that sweet spot inside you in a way that only came from years of practice.

“Such a tight fuckin’ squeeze for me angel, you don’t make it easy to last. Pussy is grippin’ me so tight. You’re so wet too, fuck.” He hissed, mouth watering at the wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined. His pace was increasing gradually, careful not to give you too much at once and risk hurting you. You felt like he was fucking you senseless, all thoughts leaving your head except that growing pressure in your lower tummy, telling you Bucky was hitting your sweet spot just right.

“Oh no, daddy I’m close.” You whined, gripping his ass to pull him in deeper as you felt your walls contract. Bucky fucked you through your high, loving how you didn’t hold back any of your moans for him.

“Tha’s it angel, cum for daddy. Such a good girl, love seein’ you like this. Daddy’s cock is all you need, hm? Gonna leave you feelin’ fucked out baby girl. Know you’ve got another orgasm in there for me. You can gimme one more.” You cried out as he sped up, thrusting into you harder and faster, not giving you a chance to come down from your high before he was working you towards another. His abs rippled as he chased his own release, fucking you at a good steady pace. His brow was furrowed, mouth hanging open, curses and mumbles of your name dragged from his plump, wet lips and God he looked beautiful.

“Buck please, ah, cum in me! Cum in your wife.” You knew those words would drag him painfully close to finishing but ever the gentleman, he couldn’t cum until you did. Without much more thought, he reached down and grasped one of your legs, bending it up between your bodies, pulling back a little. His new angle meant he was pounding your sweet spot in a way that had you seeing stars but it also meant he could caress your ankle how he had done before. His lips latched onto your arch, the beard tickling ever so slightly once again and you were right on the edge. Bucky maintained eye contact with you as his teeth grazed over the most sensitive part of your body, absolutely worshipping you. He could see how good it felt from the look of your face, two more well timed thrusts, coupled with an open mouthed kiss had you cumming, practically screaming your way through your high as Bucky tore it from your body mercilessly.

“Oh fuck, tha’s it, fuck yes. Look at you makin’ a mess for me. Love you so much honey, fuck.” Bucky had lost it, pounding into you recklessly, feeling like you were clenching around him harder than ever before. He came inside you with a grunt, still watching your face, cock pressed as deep inside you as possible, letting rope after rope of hot cum paint your silky walls. He pulled out of you after he was sure he was done, flopping onto the bed beside you. You were both spent and sweaty, chests heaving and totally satisfied, fucked out and in love.

“That…. Wow, that was just… Wow.” You laughed giddily, not feeling like you could find a way down from the cloud you were currently floating on, cuddling in close to his firm chest.

“You can say that again.” He chuckled, kissing you tenderly, metal fingers trailing up and down your spine slowly.

“Let’s hope that’s not how we end up with baby number three.” You smiled, kissing his stubble, letting him catch his breath.

“Who knows honey, guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He laughed heartily, pulling you into another loving kiss.

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

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“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

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queensgaybeach1d · 5 years

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Hiya love, how are you? Lately I've been thinking a lot about Larry and all the other 1D ships. I know it's very possible that Larry is real, there are so many facts that hint to it being real, but 1D doesn't really exist anymore and the boys moved on. We haven't seen H and L in the same room since Lou's X Factor performance in 2016. I don't know if they really could sneak around without being seen considering how famous they are. [1] tbc

[2] And as much as I love the idea of Larry being a thing I still have my doubts. Babygate has been going on for 4 years now, it’s hard to believe that Louis would fake paternity for so long. Maybe he just fucked up and drunkenly hooked up with Briana, resulting in her getting pregnant? And the older Freddie gets the more he looks like Louis (I know you don’t believe this, trust me I don’t want to believe it either). tbc

[3] This whole thing just messes with my head. I miss fetus Larry when they openly joked around with each other and randomly hugged each other. But as the years went on they interacted with each other less. Harry went out with beautiful women, Louis has been in longterm relationships (fake or not doesn’t matter) and they don’t even acknowledge each other anymore. How can I still believe in them after everything that happened since 1D went on hiatus? tbc

[4] Ugh I’m just so frustrated. Sorry for spamming your inbox, I hope you don’t mind. I just needed to get this off my chest. Have a nice day! xoxo

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Hi my rose,

How are you? I am doing fine. My apologies for not answering your question as soon as possible. I just saw it in my inbox. ;)

My heart just broke in two pieces when you wrote that 1D have moved on and are not together, they are, love. I definitely think they will reunite within the next two/three years and not for a final performance, but as the gorgeous band they are.

I do not think you (and many more people) understand how sly the media actually is. So If you are okay with it I will give you a few examples. When Louis travels to visit his sisters in Doncaster, where are our pictures? Nowhere to be seen. When Louis travels with is beard, where are the pictures? Everywhere, plus a double doses of headlines the next day. Louis went to an animal sanatorium with his sisters. Tons of people go there, why did the paparazzi not picture him there? Back in 2012 Louis and Eleano were ‘visiting’ (stunting) Disneyland. There was even a video of some bodyguards telling girls to stop taking pictures. Still, we got tons of hq paparazzi pics from them in Disneyland. Where is the privacy then? They try to make them look all private, but they ruin it on the other side again. Lots of people go to the animal sanatorium too, but no fan gave their location, no fan took a picture and no paparazzi was there.

People call paparazzi, because of money. They want to show off a certain brand or they want to be seen in public with someone else to get relationship rumors spread about them. All of this happens. There was even this one paparazzi picture in which Louis looked so cute and next to him there was a huge sign. On the sign was written that paps were not allowed in that area. I can not find the picture, right now but I will add it to the post if I find it. (I found it)

Moving on, there is something you also need to know. The celebrity does not hire the paparazzi in 1D’s case. The label does that, the boys told us themselves about their ‘freedom’. They could not dye their hair, be chubby and grow their facial hair. Think about this, do you genuinely think that the boys could and would call the paparazzi on themselves? They complain day and night about them and rightly so. The only celebrities who would do such a thing are The Kardashians.

So in short: they can move around in private without paparazzi following them. It happens daily. Where has Niall been this week? Did he not go outside? Yes he did, but no paparazzi was called on him. Imagine that in some different universe paparazzi would actually follow them everywhere, how about private doors, they could dress up as different people. There are endless possibilities, but still they get papped. That is not right.

Babygate is indeed going on for a long long time. People start to doubt it, something I indeed do not understand. I have made a post about it too. I do not think you should think something is real because it lasts so long, when there is proof that her bump is fake. That has been proven, multiple times. Why would she actually steal Amberfillerups pictures? If someone could please give me a solid answer to those question and more. Look love, Brianas whole pregnancy could have been real, but I would still not believe the kid is Louis’. I am not believing a man like Louis compared him to a dog, said he was not really excited with the baby etc.

Also love, it is not that I do not want to believe that Freddie ‘looks like him’. I just do not believe it, nor do I see it at all. It feels like you think that I am lying to myself, and believe me I am way to old to fool myself like that. Like, even if someone would point a gun to my head and tell me to believe it, I would still say ‘’No NO NO NO’’ it is just a big NO to me. I have not thought for a second that it was Louis’ baby, but I think it is difficult for you to understand it if you think these things are not possible. The kind of fear they put into you. You could check out my tag #pr industry or #music industry. Not to mention Louis not cooperating with the stunt at all.

Honey, stuff like this do not exist because he was joking. It exists because he is trying to tell them something. Everyone can literally see that this is a fake doll. Everyone. Remember that in 2012 a doll was also tossed on stage with ‘’Larry’s love child’’ on it and Louis did NOT toss it away. He put it next to him without reassuring it was a fake doll, everyone can see that. He also wore a MJ shirt for a teaser. The shirt has something to do with Billy Jean.

I miss 2011/2012 1D more and more each day. They were pure and real. It is unfortunate and weird that they can not do that stuff in public anymore. That can never ever happen because of the Larry rumors. I do think you know how I debunk those fake relationships that is why I did not go to much into it.

The answer to your question is quite easy, my love. Look between the lines. There have been gorgeous 2019 Larry moments. If you would like to check it out: https://queensgaybeach1d.tumblr.com/post/185227803529/a-lot-of-people-have-been-saying-larry-broke-up

We indeed do not see them in public anymore, but patience is the key to all you want right? Just have patience and everything will be fine. That we do not see something does not mean that it is not there. We just see the part they (the label) want us to see.

It is okay, love. There is no need to worry. It is totally okay to ask me stuff like this. I love answering your questions. I hope you will have a nice week, my love. Thank you so much for the question, love. ;)

Little gift: If you know the history behind this picture, you are a blessed soul. If you do not know it you are still a blessed soul. (I would never want to wish someone a bad thing).

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that-curly-haired-lesbian · 5 years

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Like many other Gaylors, I'm fascinated with Taymily from a historical perspective. We know so little about it compared to Swiftgron and Kaylor, and wondering about which Fearless and Speak Now songs may be about Emily drives me mad with curiosity! However, I admittedly feel a little unconventional when people talk about Taymily without critically noting some things. First of all, I've heard from some people that Emily had a guy at home while touring with Taylor. (2/3)

I’m all for people exploring their sexuality, and Isupport open relationships as long as they’re honest and healthy, but if Emilyreally did cheat on a partner at home that’s not cool! Secondly, I feel alittle uneasy about Taymily because of the age gap between Taylor and Emily.Taylor was 16/17 when she dated Emily, and Emily was 21. I’m 17 now, and I’dfeel really creeped out if somebody older than 19 tried to start a romanticrelationship with me.

I don’t doubt that Taylor used to be very mature forher age as a teenager, but no matter how intelligent or wise you are as achild, an adult is still in an entirely different ballpark! There’s also thefact that as somebody way more experienced in the music industry, Emily wasprobably way more knowledgeable than Taylor about what a closeted relationshipwould entail. Taking that into account, I can’t help but feel sorry for Taylor.Emily left her when she was barely of legal age!

I can’t imagine what it must have felt like for Taylorwhen Emily decided as a fully-fledged adult that being in a gay relationshipwasn’t in her best interests after all, and that she’d rather have ‘a husbandand kids’. I don’t think Emily is an evil person or anything, but I reallycan’t ignore the power of position she was in this context. Do you get what Imean? (Also please just ignore my divisions now they’re a mess sksksksk I’msorry)

I hope I don’t sound accusatory in these asks, becauseI’m still as fascinated with Taymily as other Gaylors, and I’m not mad or angryat anybody for being interested in them. But I feel like it’s important to notethat Taymily may have been a bit ethically murky at the time, and that therelationship may have not been ideal or healthy. What do you think? I’m sorryfor spamming your inbox, and I hope this doesn’t annoy you ;-; Thanks forhearing me out!

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Hello dear!

First of all you make a lot of valid points here and don’t sound accusatory at all, I think it’s really important to have conversations like this. Secondly don’t apologize for the divisions and the length, figuring out how much text fits into a tumblr ask is a serious pain and you are not annoying at all, I love getting long asks like this! Lastly, I hope that this ask is the first and not in fact the second one of all that you sent, because if the division on this one is correct I’m afraid I didn’t receive the first one.

Also sorry in advance if my response makes no sense it became somewhat messy at times…

Now for your points:

Itseems Emily did have a guy back homeat some point, which I’m basing off of this comment by Taylor, astatement that she allegedly dropped when introducing Emily during the rest ofthe shows, causing some Gaylors to assume perhaps Emily broke up with the dudeonce she fell for Taylor and thus didn’t cheat on anyone, at least not for theentire duration of her relationship with Taylor (not that any cheating, nomatter how brief is okay, of course.) Although I can admit that the “whathappens in L.A stays here” is reminiscent of cheating, which noooo Tay!

According to thisarticle though, Emily married a dude she was friends with in high school, perhaps giving the impression to somethat she had been with him the whole time including her time with Tay, but thearticle makes sure to point out that they reconnected after Emily returned home having left her position in Taylor’sband.

Of course the boyfriend mentioned by Taylor inthat clip could have been a different man from the one Emily ended up marrying,but since Taylor dropped the “Emily-has a boyfriend”-part of her introduction Ithink it’s relatively safe to assume Emily was single for the majority of hertime working for Taylor. OR the more funpossibility is that Taylor herself is the “boyfriend” mentioned in theintroduction and she’s just messing around, implicitly warning people not tohit on her girl :P I guess we will never know for how long (if at all) Emilyhad a boyfriend while being with Taylor, but I hope everyone broke up witheveryone else before entering a different relationship of course, regardless I thinkit’s safe to assume Emily is bisexual and might have been figuring that outduring her time with Taylor. (Not that bisexual people cheat or that figuringout your sexuality makes cheating okay in any way, just wanted to point out thefact that she’s most likely bi)

Inall honesty the older I get the more uneasy I become with the age gap too, I firstdiscovered Taymily when I myself was 16 and at the time I had several friendsmy age who were all dating people in their early 20’s so I suppose in my socialcircles at that time that age gap didn’t seem too significant. Although Now I’m23, about a year-ish older than Emily was when she first started going out withTay and let me tell you, I would personally feel incredibly uncomfortabledating a 16-17 old at this point in my life and do now consider that age gap verysignificant.

I agree that Taylor has likely always been avery mature and wise-beyond-her-years sort of person, but that still mostdefinitely doesn’t make someone over 18 dating her at 16-17 okay, like you say, it’s anentirely different ballpark.

To be somewhat fair though, I do not thinkEmily was more experienced in the industry than Taylor, actually I think itmight have been the other way around, see Taylor had been writing songs in atleast a semi-professional setting since age 13 or so, Emily just applied to thepoison of fiddle player for The Agency (not yet called that at that time)straight out of college where she to my understanding had been studyingsomething unrelated to music, I don’t think she’d been doing music in such aprofessional sense before joining Team Taylor.

Iwant to state before I continue that I am not defending Emily the adult’s decision to enter a relationshipwith a minor, but I can imagine thatliving in such close courters and being on the road trying to figure thismusic-industry thing out must lend itself pretty well for unexpected things to happen between people and I do notthink either of the two planned to fall for each other. Was it inadvisable andunprofessional and like you say a little ethically murky? Most definitely, butit did happen regardless of anyone’s intentions, just as things in life tendto.

I do feel like had Emily stopped to reflect on the decision she would’ve mostlikely come to the conclusion that a relationship with Taylor wasn’t the bestidea from an image or closeting standpoint, but I do not think either of themwere prepared for the pushback their relationship would receive from managementand I do believe the Emily’s forced dismissal was out of both of their handsand it likely wasn’t Emily’s intention to leave so abruptly. That being said I do think Taylor held on tohope that they’d be able to be together romantically regardless of the firingand I do think Emily shot her down there. Without a question it would have beenEmily’s responsibility as an adult to look at their relationship more clearlythan Taylor could and I agree with you that choosing not to do so most likelyput Emily in a power position that is indeed hard to ignore!

Asfor Emily’s comments about leaving Taylor because she “wanted a husband andkids” that does strike me as some powerful internalized homophobia which makesme sad (Em, gay people can have those things too but okayyyyy) And I too oftenthink about how upsetting and borderline traumatic the whole experience ofthe firing, vigorous closeting by management and breakup that followed that must have been for Taylor as a teenager. I do think that’s the reason we gotso many heartbreaking songs (such as All Too Well) where it does appear she’sworking through some serious life-altering trauma related to her love life andalso by extension all of the bearding and closeting that followed all of this.

As mylast point I just want to make absolutely clear that this is all speculation asto what happened between Taylor and Emily and how their relationship playedout, we will never know the facts. Furthermore, we all know that I am Taymily trash and will continue to enjoy this ship to the day I die, but this is a super important conversationto have as we continue to explore Taymily and other of Taylor’s relationshipsin an analytic light!

Thankyou so much for these asks, anon! 😊😊😊

#gaylor swift #taymily #asks

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aliveprofessor · 6 years

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so this is for @dailyshyan‘s triad tuesday challenge

(i wrote this in a few hours with no betaing so i apologize if it’s crap)

title: Puttin’ On The Ritz

description: Shane and Sara make a... bet.

rating: teen or mature depending on how you see it (it’s 11 pm cut me some slack)

tw: a little mention of sex

word count: 2216

Sara’s hair was soft as Shane kissed her after the car ride home. Shane didn’t know how she could be so gorgeous, even after a day of working.

“You’re adorable,” Sara giggled, and there was a prick of guilt at Shane’s chest. It felt almost like cheating - even if they’d talked about it before. But they had talked about it before.

Shane may have had a crush on the new guy. A tiny, eensy, weensy, little bit of a crush on him. Even if he smiled like the sun and threw his whole body into his laugh and had magical deep brown eyes - and, okay, maybe Shane had a bigger crush on him that was anticipated.

Sara settled on the couch with a glass of red wine, Shane soon following her.

“Meet the new guy today?” Sara asked, taking a sip out of her glass.

Shane nodded. “Dark hair? Great smile?”

Sara looked a bit taken aback. Shane felt the prick grow, until she spoke again. “Laughs like he hung the sun? Wearing the baseball hat?”

Shane was stunned into silence. There was a beat of it, both of them settling on their goal within the span of a second. “He’s mine,” They said unanimously. It seemed they’d forgotten how to share, but Shane didn’t really give a shit.

“Bet,” He said, and Sara’s eye glimmered with… something. Mischief?

She spoke with the same thing in her voice. “Winner take all?”

“Winner gets a little something special,” Shane winked.

“A long hug?” Sara asked, playing into the joke.

“As long as that hug involves the loser’s mouth and the winner’s genitalia,” Shane grinned, Sara dissolving into laughter.

She set her wine on the coffee table and stuck out her hand. “You’re on.”

Shane shook it. “Now, let’s talk rules.”

The next day, Ryan noticed something peculiar. His deskmate, Shane, kept sneaking glances to him. Perhaps the first thing Ryan had decided about Buzzfeed was that everyone was too attractive and that if Eugene hadn’t existed, he’d be officially to bisexual to work there. And Eugene was pushing it.

At least he could entertain himself with the thought of Eugene. He’d feel too guilty to do the same to any of his other coworkers.

That being said, he didn’t discount Shane from the list of people who made him want to quit his job and earn money solely from waxing poetic about those around him.

“Hey dude,” Shane greeted when Ryan went to grab a coffee, “How’s things here? Settling in all right?”

“It’s going great!” Ryan grinned, “Everyone here is so nice!”

Shane smiled back, handing Ryan a mug full of sweet, sweet caffeine. “That’s good. I figured someone like yourself would fit right in with all the pretty faces around here.”

Ryan blinked. Was Shane flirting with him? He laughed, just in case he was joking. “Thank you. Y’know, sometimes I think the people here are just too pretty. Like - how does Andrew even exist?”

Shane let out a barking laugh, eyes crinkling. “You’re right. You’re so right. I’m so glad you’re here, though - you’re definitely the best-looking person I’ve seen around here in a long time. And you have the best laugh.”

Okay, definitely flirting.

Ryan honestly didn’t know how to handle it - so he backed out. “Hey man, I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a lot of work to do. They put me on as editor for a lot of projects.”

“It’s not really a job people want to do,” Shane wrinkled his nose, “I get it. But don’t worry - you’ll only be the new guy until someone else rolls along.”

Ryan nodded, hurrying back to his desk and slipping his headphones back on. And on his desk, he found a note.

Text me

539-237-0244

Sara

Ryan blinked at the paper, too. That was two people flirting with him. He didn’t know how to handle one - nevertheless, he found himself pulling out his phone and saving Sara in his contacts and decided there couldn’t possibly be two people flirting with him in one day.

Ryan: hey! it’s ryan bergara. you asked me to text you and i was just wondering what that was about? is there a problem or something

He put his phone on sleep mode and turned back to his project, getting a considerable amount of work done before the urge to check his phone overpowered any will he had left.

Sara: No, no, no problem :) you’re just a cutie and i wanted to get to know you!

Two people. Two people were flirting with him. Ryan vaguely remembered meeting a Sara - smaller, with curly hair and glasses. If this was that Sara, then he was definitely in danger of developing a crush. In a flurry of panic, Ryan immersed himself in his project again, finishing it in a record amount of time for him.

At least, he assumed it was a record amount of time. He looked up and it was almost time to go. Running a hand through his hair, he decided to call it a night and clock out. He leaned back in his chair and bumped into someone - the curly-haired girl he thought was Sara.

“Sara!” Shane grinned, standing up and murmuring something to her. She shook her head, and Shane escorted her out of the building. Ryan felt like he was missing something - like there was a piece of the puzzle he couldn’t quite grasp.

Shane and Sara laughed over their dinner. “You think he knows?”

“He does seem a little oblivious,” Shane pondered, looking at Sara with a kind of enchantedness she hadn’t seen since they had first started dating.

“Good Lord,” Sara said, taking Shane’s hand in her own, “You really are absolutely fucked, aren’t you?”

Shane, apparently caught off-guard, let out a cackle. “I sure am.”

“Nice,” Sara picked at her chicken.

After a pause, she spoke again. “I think I am too.”

Ryan was lonely. There was no way to beat around the bush with it, Ryan was fucking lonely. He was so tired of coming home alone - it’d happened during Uni and it’d happened during his barista job and it was happening now. He knew he’d only been at his new job for two days, but… still.

He picked at a microwave dinner, sulking in the corner of his silent apartment. Mac ‘n Cheese was always so tasteless when there was nobody to laugh over it. Ryan wasn’t just lonely - he felt truly alone.

His phone buzzed in his pocket - just a spam email. But it got him thinking.

Sara.

He took his phone out of his pocket and pulled up her contact name.

Ryan: u want to know me better?

And, as if the universe was rewarding him for good behavior, she sent a text back right away.

Sara: Of course! Do you want to go out this weekend? Maybe saturday?

Ryan felt absolutely starstruck. Something inside him didn’t quite believe someone like Sara would give him the time of day, and, yet, here she was. Asking him out.

Of course, Ryan was new in town. He didn’t have anything to do. So he confirmed with Sara, and he felt something akin to getting a drink of water after being thirsty for three days. A little spark in his body, toes curling with excitement.

He didn’t know, of course, that Sara was rubbing it in Shane’s face. And Shane, Shane was devising a plan.

Sure. He knew the rules of their bet - Ryan had to initiate the kiss, they weren’t allowed to do anything illegal, they weren’t allowed to get him drunk or high, and they weren’t allowed to sabotage one another. But Shane had the advantage of proximity.

What a thrill, He thought, knowing Sara was just as lovestruck as he was. It was almost a bonding experience, like thirsting after Gal Gadot. Shane kissed Sara with a special kind of joy that night, feeling his heart soar.

Even if Ryan didn’t love them back - even if they weirded him out, even if he ran away - Shane would be happy. He’d still be tits-deep in love with Sara and he’d be happy.

That being said, Shane would absolutely give any one of his limbs to be the one who kissed Ryan first. Of course, according to Sara, he had until the weekend.

According to Shane, he only needed the week.

The next day, Ryan found not one, but two notes on his desk. One read “kisses!” from Sara with x’s and o’s after it, and the other said “I couldn’t splurge on real flowers, but I drew these just for you” with some admittedly charming flowers drawn in the space where the message didn’t take up.

Ryan felt like he might just explode. He buried his face in his arms, blushing and smiling like an idiot. He heard Shane’s footsteps, heard him sit down in his chair.

“You flirtin’, Madej?” Ryan asked, turning his head so Shane could hear.

Shane grinned back, that small grin that somehow spoke wonders. “You’d think we’d be on first-name terms after I got you flowers.”

Once again, Ryan felt himself torn. He’d have to tell Shane about Sara, at some point.

Ryan figured it was better to turn him down early. Even if it did hurt like Hell.

“Hey, man,” Ryan said, smile slipping from his face. “Uh… I really do hate to tell you this, but -”

He paused at the look on Shane’s face. “I’m going out with someone this weekend. Sara. I think you know her.”

The look of relief on Shane’s face was almost alarming. “Oh - oh, yeah. Probably should’ve told you this earlier - me and Sara are in an open relationship. Feel free to lust after both of us, buddy.”

Ryan was speechless. How could he have gotten so lucky? This didn’t happen to normal people like Ryan - Ryan wasn’t sure who it happened to, really. Just that there was absolutely no way his bisexual ass was allowed to fall in love with an amazing girl and a stunning guy.

“I…” Ryan started, breaking out into a smile, “Who said I was lusting after both of you?”

“I dunno,” Shane smirked, resting his head on his hand, “I think you’re pretty far gone. Or, at least, I hope so. If I’m not, then I’m projecting way harder than I usually am.”

Ryan wheezed. “I sure am far gone on you, dude.” And then, Ryan leaned in so close to Shane’s ear that he could feel Shane’s beard on the side of his face. “I’m starting to think if I let myself, I could fall in love with you. And Sara.”

“That sounds heavenly,” Shane grinned, “Why don’t we talk out on the roof during our lunch break?”

Ryan thought that sounded splendid, and the rest of the morning passed slowly, Shane’s knee bumping into Ryan’s. Shane was still recovering from Ryan putting his face that close to Shane’s face and he’d almost won the bet right there. Part of him couldn’t resist the urge to kiss Ryan right there, in the middle of the office - but if their previous actions hadn’t drawn enough attention, Shane didn’t want to push it.

And then they were sat on the roof, the wind ruffling Shane’s hair. Ryan leaned back on his arm, observing Shane’s face almost passively. His eyes, amber in the sun, his light brown hair, his button-up floral shirt. Everything about Shane, on someone else, would be unbearable. But somehow, Shane had grown on Ryan instantly. There was a charm to him that Ryan didn’t quite get.

“You’re marvellous,” Ryan said, and for the second time that day, he let his libido think in place of his brain. He lunged forward and pressed his lips to Shane’s.

Shane’s eyes widened in surprise before he quite realized what was happening, and then Shane was kissing back, hand reaching up to cup Ryan’s face.

Kissing Shane was pleasant - it was far more than pleasant, but Ryan didn’t have the language to describe how pleasant it made him feel. Shane’s stubble pressed against Ryan’s face, his hand warm on Ryan’s neck, his other hand drawing him closer, slotting him against Shane’s body so he fit into the empty space like the puzzle piece he’d been missing.

“Dammit!” Sara yelled from the other side of the roof, just coming up from the stairwell.

Shane grinned. “Fuck you!”

Ryan pulled back in confusion. “What the hell is going on?”

“We - uh - we made a bet about who could get you to kiss them first,” Shane grinned, “Because we’re competitive idiots. Winner gets head from the loser.”

And then Ryan was blushing again, partially from flattery but mostly from Shane’s ludeness. “You’re both assholes.”

And then, just because Ryan felt he could, he crossed the roof and kissed Sara. The sun overhead burned into Ryan’s shoulders, cementing the moment in his head forever. Kissing Sara was different from kissing Shane - she was shorter than Ryan, her body fit into his like he fit into Shane. She was curvier, less harsh lines. Ryan loved it all.

Ryan didn’t want to be lonely again - and he was starting to think he wouldn’t have to be. And, oh, how he was looking forward to that weekend.

#shyan #skeptic believer #sb #mod #txt #fic

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yaelsstory · 6 years

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Product Of A Murderer - Chapter 6

I’m sorry for spamming, guys. I’ve been neglecting this Tumblr-blog. For a little while, I’ve been thinking about erasing it as I raised the bar too high for myself, but I got over that. As I’m trying to get it back up to date, I’m posting all the finished chapters at once, so I can post my new chapters at the same moment as I post them at AO3.

So please accept my apologies, I’m doing it to feel more comfortable, so I don’t have to stress out about this :)

Summary: Yaël, a twenty-four years old girl with the powers to control the four elements, lost all her memories after a terrible incident. While trying to get her memories back, she somehow befriends Wade Wilson and Peter Parker. It’s a bumpy road, because after being gone for almost a year, everyone thinks she’s dead and there are many different reactions to her comeback. That …and while struggling to remember her life as it was before, she discovers that she isn’t who she thought she was. Maybe there are a few things she doesn’t want to remember at all… .

Note: This story is the third part of the Sweet Child of Mine-serie. You can read the other parts of this serie on AO3 on my account (Caspinn) or on my friend’s account (kalkoenvsneoklak).

If you want to read more about the story of Peter, Tony and Steve, you should read part one of the series: Being a Stark.

If you’re interested in the story of Natasha Romanoff and James “Bucky” Barnes, I suggest you to read part two of the series: Golden Locks, Silver Arms.

The next day, too, Yaël went to work. She even did some extra hours to please Diego. It rained all day, which sucked for someone who had to work outside. She surely hoped she wouldn’t get a cold again.

A few hours later, she walked back home, looking muddy and completely soaked. Her shoes made squishy noises as she walked into the hallway. Once she opened the door to her apartment, she sprinted into the shower, leaving her clothes on. After that, she hung her clothes to dry, put on a gigantic T-shirt, panties and nothing else.

She laid down on the fluffy rug with her cello and started tuning on the strings. After she fiddled with the instrument for a while, she got up and got a book and a blanket and installed herself in her sofa.

Yaël opened her eyes and stood in the familiar forest once again. Okay, so she fell asleep, oops. She’d surely have a sore neck the next morning from sleeping in the sofa.

“Welcome back.” There he was, the black-haired dude. This time, he had a braid tucking his hair back. It looked kind of awesome, though.

“Cool hair!” Yaël grinned.

“What? Oh…You once did this to me, actually.” He said with a smirk. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

Yaël noticed there was no cage this time, she was free to move, probably because she broke it last time. Wait, that’s not logical at all, because it was a dream. But dreams never had any logic, did they? And where were all the other people by the way? Why were they in the last dream but not in this one? Would this guy have something to do with it?

“Why would I braid your hair?” she asked him casually while following. He was walking towards the little house where he walked out a while ago when she dreamt like this.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of a habit to have braids around here. I think my unbraided hair annoyed you.” Here? Where is here? Where were they? Yaël looked around, but all she could see were trees and darkness. As she looked up, she could see the lines of a few towers and turrets from some kind of castle far, far away, like she had seen before in these dreams.

The closer Yaël got to the cottage, the older it started to look, but also well maintained. Someone had taken care of all those flowers around the small building. Someone must’ve painted these shutters a thousand times and someone must’ve spend hours of keeping the ivy, curling up against the walls, in control.

Why could she almost see someone do it?

The man held the rounded door open for her. The light coming from the house looked inviting. Yaël’s mouth fell open as she walked in. The interior looked cozy and warm. There were plaids and rugs everywhere. An open fire warmed up the room and, together with a few candles, lighted it. There were no signs of electricity or modern devices of any kind. The bed was placed behind a big sort of curtain which served as a door and stood open a bit so Yaël could see it.

“I used to live here…” she mumbled to herself. The man, who decided to sit down for a minute while she looked around, stayed silent. “Who lived here with me?” Yaël turned around and saw that black-head eating a pear from the big basket of fruit standing next to the old, comfy-looking chair he was sitting in. So he was kind of stealing her pears now?

The man swallowed a piece of the fruit before he answered. “You lived here with your father a long time ago. A very, very long time ago. His name was-“

“Cem,” she interrupted him, remembering bits and pieces of the story. Cem, her dad, had been a big, muscular man with a grey beard, long, grey hair that was almost always braided and happy wrinkles of laughter under his eyes. His grey hair fitted with his blue eyes, blue because of being able to steer water, like a piece of art.

Suddenly, a memory came across Yaël’s mind, which made her flinch her a bit. She suddenly understood what the man meant with a long, long time ago, since her dad had died a long time ago. A very long time ago. Her dad had been coughing for a whole while, and after some time, the phlegm turned into blood. He died of some form of tuberculosis and Yaël stayed behind, alone.

Her mother, Agostina, had never been in the picture. She died when Yaël couldn’t even walk yet. Apperantly, Yaël had a younger sister, Nilla, who stayed in town when her father decided to move out. But why? Why did a young kid like Nilla decided to stay alone in a town? And why did Cem decide to move out of that town?

“You’re frowning, that doesn’t look pretty on you,” the man mumbled nonchalant while still hanging in the chair.

“Do you know why we moved into the forest? I mean like, there’s nobody else living here.” The man stood up and walked around.

“You once told me you were banished from town,” he answered while he fiddled with a plaid hanging against a wall and held his other hand behind his back.

“Why?”

“Because everyone thought you were ‘damaged’-“

“For having these weird powers?” she interrupted him.

“For having no powers at all.”

What?! “That doesn’t make sense, I can steer the four elements!”

He let the plaid go and turned to her, standing with his both hands behind his back. Every move he made, was gracious, like he was royal or something.

“There was a time you didn’t have those powers,” he answered “I even met you when you still had no powers. So the king saw no use in you, and banned you as he was afraid you carried a disease that could infect others. He also wanted to make sure this way that you’d never reproduce. Because how could you have kids if you never came in contact with any men, right? And Cem didn’t want to send you alone in the woods, so he came with you and built this house, all on his own.”

“Then why didn’t my sister come with us?” Yaël felt like she knew the answers to all of her own questions, but she wanted him to tell it to her. She wanted to hear everything, so she was sure she wasn’t imagining stuff, even though he was just a part of her dream.

“Oh, but Nilla was very talented with her power: fire. The king kept her, so she’d work for him. She still does, I guess.”

“Wait, so, if I understand this correctly, I lived in a country where all people could steer the elements?”

“Well, everyone could steer one element, no one actually could do what you do: steering all four of them. Your dad steered water and your sister fire. Your mother had heterochromia, so she was one of the few people who could steer a bit of fire and a bit of air.” What was this town, or land or whatever? There was no place on earth like this one, right? Where there countries filled with people with powers to steer the elements?

“So…where the freaking freck on earth are we? And why can I steer all four elements if nobody else can do that?” The guy smirked at her.

“Oh, my dear, we’re not even on earth… And your second question is a bit harder to explain.” No, that’s impossible, right? Well, at least, that would explain why Yaël still didn’t know half of how earth worked. Like the voting system; it freaked her out.

And she remembered taking the bus for the first time, that was way too complicated for her to understand, with the paying and then following the screen that flickered and kept saying the same stop because apparently it was broken and Yaël somehow had to guess where her stop was and then she didn’t know she had to push the button so she missed her own stop. The bus driver got angry at her for yelling “STOP!” so loudly.

“So I’m like, an alien?”

“There’s no shame in that as I am an alien too. From a different planet, though, but still some sort of alien.”

“Which planet is this?” Yaël asked as she looked through the window. It surely was a planet filled with trees.

“This planet’s called He-“

“YAËL, WAKE UP GIRLIE!” Yaël almost jumped out of bed from getting scared up.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled while rubbing her eyes. Who woke her- Oh, it surely was that freaking Wade again. He was the only one who called her ‘girlie’ and who would wake her up like this. Was he making a habit of waking her up? Yaël stamped towards the door and pulled it open aggressively.

“Wow, good morning, angry German bitch.” Wade cocked an eyebrow as he saw Yaël’s murderous looking face.

“Dude, I was so close from knowing what planet I came from!”

“Oh, sor-“

“Don’t say sorry, you jerk! You couldn’t know! Come in.” she grumbled pissed.

“So, you’re an alien? I told you Fury and X kept something from you.” Wade said while Yaël made a cup of coffee for him. Wade visited her for no specific reason. He knew she only had to work in the afternoon today, so he simply jumped in during the morning.

“Do you think they knew?”

“I don’t know, probably. Why don’t you ask them?” That was a good idea, she should call one of them. “So do you remember what language they speak on your planet?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s a bit complicated. We speak two languages, but in our dialect, we mix those two,” Yaël scratched her head, how could she remember the two/three languages she spoke, but not the name of the planet she came from? “One language is a specific one from our planet itself. The other one is Norwegian.”

“What? Norwegian? That’s a random language…Why would they speak that?”

“I don’t know,” Yaël shrugged.

“Well, count to ten in Norwegian for me!” Yaël laughed, this was so weird, a few hours ago, she didn’t even remember that she had another mother tongue.

“Uhm, let me see… Null, en, to, tre, fire, fem, seks, syv, åtte, ni, ti.” Wade clapped for her way to enthusiastically

“That sounds so crazy! Let me try it!”

Somehow Wade managed to pronounce every word correctly.

“Dude, are you Norwegian yourself or are you an alien too?” Yaël asked with a wide grin.

“Alt bra? Wow, detteermoro!” Wade answered her ‘How are you? Wow, this is fun!’ in fluent Norwegian. How did he even…?

“Wade, stop it, you’re freaking me out.” Yaël muttered. She’d never understand how this guy’s brain works, but it surely was freaking creepy.

“Do you want to go party tonight?” Wade randomly asked. Yaël was eating breakfast and Wade joined her around the table, sipping from his coffee.

“I have to work until seven, but I’m free tomorrow…meh, why not.”

“Good!” the guy grinned. Yaël somehow doubted if partying with Wade would be the most responsible thing to do, but whatever. Having some fun wasn’t a crime, right?

Wade stayed for the rest of the morning. They watched a few episodes of their series and made some arrangements for the night. Yaël quickly ate some soup, shooed Wade away and went to work again. She had to go Mr. and Mrs. Thompson again, so that was great! Would they have made some cookies again? While walking to the old couple’s house, she took her phone.

Wade was right, she should call professor X, maybe he’d know where she came from. She could also wait until she slept again, but she didn’t always dream about the forest, so there was no certainty in getting more info via the dream within this week and she really, really wanted to know it as soon as possible. But Yaël didn’t want to bother or disturb X once again.

On the other hand, Fury wouldn’t pick up the phone and X literally told her she should call him more frequently if something was wrong.

As soon as the beeping stopped and she heard a soft crack from someone picking up the phone, Yaël started speaking because she knew X didn’t always have the habit of starting to speak as he picked up.

“Hi, mister X?”

“Yes. Hello, Yaël.”

“Hi, uhm, I have a new problem.”

“Your apartment got warmed up again, right?”

“Yes, yes, thank you for that!” Oh, wow, she felt like she sounded ungrateful.

“Okay, so what can I help you with?” he asked kindly.

“Uhm, so I dreamt again and, eh, I kind of discovered I’m from another planet. But somehow I remember the languages I speak, but I simply can’t remember the planet itself. So, I was wondering if you knew the name of my planet.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I don’t have that information.”

He had to be kidding her, right? He read her files, he helped her through the tests once she woke up in that hospital-ish place. He must’ve got some info about her birthplace.

I’m afraid you never had the chance to tell mister Furywhere you’re from, or that he never wrote it in your files anyways and I never took the opportunity to dig into your mind for that info, X said in her head. Great, why did she even bother to call that man if she could just ‘think’ to communicate with him. Oh, shit, she never told him she accidentally met Steve in the park.

Oh. Fuck. Yaël, stop thinking.

“That’s okay, Yaël.” He started speaking through the phone again.

“W-why were you in my head and now- heh?” she muttered confusedly.

“Sometimes I too like to test my powers, Yaël. I’m not at all around New York at this time and I wanted to see if I can reach to you there.”

“You obviously can.”

“Yes, but it’s extremely uncomfortable. I’d say I’d come over to help you, but I have a few meetings this week, spread across the country. If I’d reach further I’d be able to help you from afar, but I’m afraid that won’t work out.”

“That’s okay, sir.”

“I’ll come over to do another session as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, sir. There’s no hurry.” At least she didn’t want him to think he’d have to hurry, he was too kind for her.

She felt a bit frustrated after that phone call. Somehow, she had hoped X had answers for her, but he had none. Maybe she should call Fury? Last time, he let his assistant pick up in his place. But there was no harm in trying, right?

*Beep beep* Yaël sighed, why was she even trying?

“Yes?” Fury sounded a bit annoyed, like he was suspecting that she did something stupid again.

Holy shit, he actually picked up the phone.

“Eh, hi, it’s Yaël. I have a question, mister Fury?”

“What is it?” talking to Fury surely wasn’t as pleasant as talking to X. Fury sounded way more…restive. Probably because he didn’t like her anyways.

So Yaël told her about her recently gained memories and asked him about the planet she came from. His answer was clear.

“Are you calling me for this? I don’t have time for things like this, Yaël. Why don’t you call mister Rogers or whoever about that?” And with that, he hung up.

Because you never informed me that I could contact mister freaking Rogers, dick! Yaël thought. But, it wasn’t a bad idea actually! Steve was going to help her if Fury wanted it or not and he could…he could…Oh, fuck it!

Yaël stomped through the street while slamming on the touch screen of her phone. Wait a bloody minute. Steve’s number wasn’t in her phone… what?! She still didn’t have his number! Suddenly Yaël discovered she walked too far, which didn’t light up her mood.

Yaël had to rake the leaves, the most braindead job the Thompsons could have given her. Well, no, pulling out the weeds like the previous time was most definitely more braindead. Not that she’d ever complain about certain tasks. She’d just put on her headphones and dig into it.

But this time, she needed no music. She could just calm down a bit and think about the situation. Like for instance, if she’d called Steve right after calling Fury, she would have been somewhat more aggressive towards him and afterwards, she’d be sorry about that.

Not that he had never seen her angry before, but still, this situation wasn’t Steve’s fault at all. Guess she just had to be patient about it. With some luck, she’d dream about it that night.

When Yaël was finally finished with raking all the leaves it started pouring rain again. Then the rain turned into hail. Freaking January.

Without even thinking about it, Yaël steered the rain and hail away from her, so it seemed she had some sort of waterproof shield around her. She picked up the leaves and started putting them into big bags. When she looked up, she saw Mrs. Thompson staring at her from her kitchen window, with her mouth fallen open.

Yaël looked up and then it kicked in that her clients didn’t know about her powers at all. What could she do? Yaël panicked and stopped steering the hail. Which caused her getting soaked, but she hoped Mrs. Thompson would think she imagined it. The old woman disappeared behind the window. Yaël should go and get her bag, right? It was time to go. But as she went to get her backpack, someone opened the backdoor.

“Sweet child, come in!” Mrs. Thompson yelled. Yaël looked up confusedly. “Come on, before you get sick!”

Yaël nodded slowly and then took a sprint to the house.

“Here, get a cookie!” Yaël was put in front of an open fire with a trillion blankets wrapped around her. Mr. Thompson was still putting new lumps of firewood into the open fire. Yaël took a cookie from the plate Mrs. Thompson was holding in front of her nose.

“T-thanks,” she said. This wasn’t what she’d thought would happen if she’d use her powers in front of clients.

“So, are you a mutant, too?” Mr. Thompson casually asked while wiping off his hands on his pants. Wow, that question got dropped on her like a bomb. What could she say? Did she have to explain that she was an alien or would that make things go bad?

“Eh, sort of,” she mumbled vaguely.

“We had two grandchildren who were mutants.” Mrs. Thompson happily mentioned. Yaël remembered Mrs. Thompson telling her once that the couple only had one daughter because they couldn’t get any more and that they simply gave up that big-family-dream at some point and gave their daughter and grandchildren all the love they had.

“Well, Scott still is, but many years ago, back in the early nineties, Alex passed away.” She pointed at the pictures of two men, hanging above their open fire. There were many pictures of them, as babies playing on the beach, as kids on a horse mill with their grandmother, as teenagers playing baseball with their grandfather…

Yaël totally didn’t know how to react to that, but it seemed like they didn’t expect her to as they just kept talking. They clearly didn’t need to hear her condolences for something that happened years ago.

“Yup, their parents were always ashamed about the mutant-stuff, though.” Mr. Thompson said. “They always lied, and still lie, about it to everyone. They say they send them to a boarding school for their troubling behavior, but Alex was actually kind of rescued from solitary confinement by this Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr, where he was put in for not being able to control his powers. They took him to this school… uh…”

“Xavier’s school for Gifted Youngsters!” Mrs. Thompson helped her husband.

“Yes! And a few years later, Scott started showing his powers as well, which troubled his parents somehow and they called Alex to come and pick up the little one too. He still visits us every now and then and sends us postcards. Lovely young boy.”

Yaël stayed and had dinner with the Thompsons, she felt more welcome than ever. But they had always had the talent for making her feel welcome. They didn’t ask her to show off her powers or anything, they just let her be who she was and accepted her that way. Hopefully Scott knew how lucky he was with grandparents like this.

Mr. and Mrs. Thompson did ask a few questions out of curiosity. Questions like: “So, did you also go to Xavier’s school?” Yaël’s trick was stuffing her mouth with peas so that she’d always have a few seconds before she could answer, because she needed some time to think about it.

She remembered Fury and X discussing the fact that X trained her for a while. That probably happened at his school, right? So she nodded.

“Oh, so then you must know Scotty! He’s a teacher there. Maybe you students called him mister Summers…” Mrs. Thompson chattered happily.

Errr, shit, Yaël was kind of trapped in that one. Quickly she pushed a big spoon of peas into her mouth again. If she went to the school, she must have met Scott there, right? So Yaël nodded again, only to realize that she could’ve put herself into a corner again. Hopefully they didn’t ask her about the course Scott gave or about homework or anything. She surely wished he taught her how to take a bus a while ago.

But luckily, with that Mr. Thompson looked at the clock and told his wife their soap was going to start. So Yaël helped them clean the table and thanked them a thousand times before stepping into the rain again, this time with an umbrella she got from Mrs. Thompson.

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Louis, Harry, Family and Friends’ Denials of Larry (as a Whole or as a Theory) and Confirmation of Elounor

(@seirral4) [Updated 13/08/2017]

[DISCLAIMER: this post has been recreated due to 1arry-isnt-rea1′s deactivation. Everything has been compiled and written by them, except when stated otherwise: the version retrieved was old, so some debunks went missing, and the situation needed to be mended. Also some links were updated, some denials reorganized, and some lexicon actualized: Larry Shippers --> Larries to avoid confusion. Give credit when you share some else’s contents.]

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Larries seem to think Harry and Louis have not denied Larry. They have, yet Larries still make up excuses for it.

I wanted to make a post showing all family or friends who have denied Larry at some point. This post is not only Larry denials, but confirmations of Elounor or denials of a theory of Larry (i.e. tattoos and such).

I never see people talk about most of these denials.

Guess why?

Like I have always said, Larries only see what they want to. They ignore everything that disproves or doesn’t support their ship.

I can also hear every Larrie scream, “THEY DIDN’T SAY ‘LARRY ISN’T REAL’ THOUGH."

That is a USELESS excuse. They do not need to say those three words to convey the same message. If that is your excuse for everything you will see in this post, you are helpless and clueless. Do not bother reading.

Lastly, if you are a Larrie and consider anyone in this post "irrelevant,” just remind yourself that you believe day old Twitter accounts who claim to have seen Larry with no proof. Everyone in this post has met the boys multiple times, is a good friend of the boys, or are family members. Not random people behind a screen who can easily make up lies.

[Image and video heavy.]

***Quick Note: I will post old screenshots if the reply was hard to find on my iPhone version of Twitter. Sometimes it just shows his or her tweet (which I would specifically search for) but not the original tweet he or she had replied to, then I will also post a screenshot on the current version of Twitter to show it is real. If the current version of Twitter shows both the fan’s tweet and his or her reply, I will only post that.

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Stanley Lucas

Stanley had replied to Louis’ tweet about Eleanor and his anniversary. Shortly after that, Stanley’s started replying to Larries who were spamming and harassing him with tweets talking about how Larry is real and Elounor is fake.

He started by just replying with “weird” to fans. Then he tweeted the following picture:

This tweet has been deleted. If you are doubting whether or not it’s real, go type in his tweet and @ name. There are tons of quoted tweets from that day on that time. It was real.

He then tweeted the following:

He continued to reply to many fans about different things. I’m only showing the ones about Larry or Elounor. In the following screenshot, you will see the fan’s question and his answer.

Next, the screenshot is of the current version of Twitter. You can look up this tweet yourself to verify that it is real.

He continued on and on. Here is yet another.

Once again, here is the screenshot from the current version of twitter.

The Larries really did harass him that day. He continues on.

Love how he called the theory of Larry “rubbish.” Now here is the screenshot form the current version of Twitter.

Then one fucking idiot said believing in Larry was an opinion, and Stan was wrong even though he has known Louis for years. He replied to her as well.

Now the current screenshot.

One again, he replied to a Larrie. This time it included Harry.

I could not find the tweet to take a current screenshot when I searched for it. I didn’t scroll through his account. I don’t know if it was deleted or not, but it was real. There are many quoted tweets from it on the same day and time.

In the next one, he tells a Larrie how crazy her theory is.

Then he continues to tell Larries that Louis is straight because they are STILL NOT GETTING IT.

Once again, he sets Larries straight on the difference between a fact and an opinion.

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Max Hurd

Max Hurd is one of Eleanor’s best friends. As far as I can tell, she has known him before she met Louis or around the same time.

On September 9, 2012, a Larrie harassed him by calling Eleanor a beard. He had the following conversation with them.

If you don’t believe this happened, feel free to search up the tweets. They are still there and ver underrated. Almost no one even noticed this conversation.

Next one. On February 27, 2014, Max again replied to a Larrie who assumed Eleanor was his girlfriend. Apparently, if you are a girl and a boy, you can’t be friends without people thinking you’re fucking. He replied with this:

Again, this got barely any attention. I wonder why. Once again, feel free to search up the tweets. They are still there.

Now let’s move on to Max’s Instagram comments. I will first post a screenshot of the picture the comments are located on, so those who want to look them up themselves can. Then I will post a screenshot of the comment he replied to and his reply.

Yes, this is his real Instagram. He has had it forever, and he is constantly uploading new pictures.

These screenshots confirm Elounor more than deny Larry, but just wait, those are coming up.

I like how he added the, “Deluded, weird, blocked,” at the end there.

These are really funny to me because the whole Gretchen and Tina thing is beyond hilarious.

Anyways, again, he does not have to say “Larry isn’t real” to tell you the same thing. Also, he only confirms Elounor once again. How many times has he done that so far?

“I am not going to answer any of your larry bullshit because I actually cannot get my head around how screwed up and cruel you are to accuse my friend of being hired to be someone’s girlfriend.”

“You need to open your eyes and stop seeing what you want to see and realize what is actually there. Which is a long term relationship between two people who love each other."

”…so piece together some weird fantasy for yourself"

Larries, look up the word fantasy if you don’t understand how this is a denial.

Next.

All of these started because Larries continued to harass Max about “Gretchen” and “Tina” even though he has already addressed it.

Max comments “Y'all need Jesus,” so a Larry Shipper comments, “Max needs to get dick out his ass and be more mature and Jesus isn’t real so no one needs him.”

Max then replies with, “Neither is 'Larry’ so you need to find a different obsession to waste your life on.”

DID YOU READ THAT, LARRiES? He just told you Larry isn’t real without using those words. Stop using your bullshit excuse of needing those three words in the same order.

Last one, finally.

Before anyone loses their shit, he did mentioned the girl again and apologized for the “Die in a hole you fucking peasant” part.

Anyways, he again does not say the exact words, “Larry isn’t real” but I think, “something that is as real as the tooth fairy” is descriptive enough for Larries to get the point.

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Sasha Malik

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Julian Bunetta

Julian is one of the boys’ songwriters and producers.

No, he does NOT work for Modest. He would work under the label.

Yes, this is his twitter.

No, he is not verified, but the boys have mentioned him in tweets before.

In the first screenshot, a fan is annoying Julian with questions as to whether Larry is real or not. He replied:

This is a perfect example of something I said at the beginning of the post.

No, he did not say “Larry isn’t real”, however he said it in a different way. You guys do realize what the word “imaginary” means, correct?

Also, if Larry was real, he would not have responded. He has no obligation to reply to fans on Twitter. He gets tons of questions, especially when he begins answering many fans at once. He did NOT have to answer, but he choose to. I wonder why.

This tweet is still there, you can look it up if you would like.

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Simon Jones of Hackford Jones PR

I could not find exactly what Simon’s job title is. He definitely works at HJPR, he might even own it since his last name is in the company’s name. Regardless, his role at the company is a very important one. On July 19, 2014 he tweeted this:

I wanted to verify the fact that this company represents One Direction. The screenshot below is from their website. I highlighted the part that says they do in fact represent the boys.

No, this is not a denial of Elounor or Larry, but it is a denial that the company has even purposely fabricated a relationship. That would include Elounor, Zerrie, Sophiam, Haylor, and so on.

Also, I found this on their website. It’s a testimonial from Modest Management.

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Fizzy’s Best Friend, Tasha

This happened only a few days ago, feel free to look it up. It is real.

Before you start questioning if this account is real, it is. Her Ask in linked to her Instagram, which Fizzy follows.

If you are a Larrie, before you lose your shit, she later said she knew Larry didn’t actually destroy their friendship. However, it still did affect it.

I don’t want to hear how Fizzy’s best friend wouldn’t know anything. My best friend knows everything about my life. When I am talking about shit that pisses me off, she is there to listen. I’m sure it is the same way with Fizzy.

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Gemma Styles

No, this is not a direct denial. However, I do think it is telling of what Gemma thinks of Larry. Remember, she did not need to reply to this. She has fans tweeting her tons of things, and she is not obligated to reply to any of it. She choose to reply to this, and it was probably to deny the ridiculous rumor that she was “hinting” Larry was real. Notice how all their proof is assumptions that they believe are hints?

[Added Aug 2017]

But Larries can’t have nice things, so it was a matter of time really for Gemma to end up denying Larry. It was on Tumblr after she received this ask:

It’s been since then deleted, but that doesn’t take her words back. People that believe in Larry are a WASTE.

The next one is not a proper Larry denial, but more like the first example. Around week after Freddie Tomlinson was born Gemma liked this on IG:

Larries immediately took it as a sign, claimed she was shading “babygate,” and that it meant the denial of Freddie being Louis’ son was coming SOON (yeah, they always say that.) Of course nothing happened, and asked to clarify Gemma said this:

The mentality that implies that everything is connected to the thing that matters to them is actually a trait of conspiracy theorists’ mentality. Anyway, as we all know, “babygate” didn’t “end”, thus this became another sort of Larry denial, and proof that the family of the boys are pretty aware of how Larries work. She got to hear a couple of more complaints about it.

More recently, in 2016, Gemma posted a picture of a graffiti on IG:

Even if in the graffiti both human forms have blue eyes, some Larries jumped in, claiming that it proved Larry. Again, everything is about them and Larry, even if it’s Gemma’s IG and she has, like, HER OWN LIFE.

Yes. See the green and blue hearts so characteristic of the larriedom, and Gemma’s reaction. Sadly, instead of backing off at her reply that the post had nothing to do with Larry, they went after her and called her ableist, just because she dared to deny Larry. One moment they love you, the next one they hate you.

There’s no winning with these people. All we can do is wonder when the next denial will come.

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Keith Tomlinson

Before you begin questioning if his account is real, it is. No, Louis does not follow him. However, other family members do, and he has posted never before seen pictures of Louis and himself.

I really don’t give a shit if you don’t consider him as Louis’ real grandfather anymore just because he was only his grandfather by marriage. Louis grew up with him. You don’t need to be related by blood to consider someone as family, that’s just fucking stupid.

Louis visits him often. He denies Larry. Get the fuck over it. Stop making excuses for it.

Remember, this post is of denials of Larry and confirmations of Elounor. Keith confirmed Eleanor with the very obvious, “Goodnight disbelievers” to all the Larries out there.

Go ahead, search it up to verify it’s real if you need to.

This next one is not a denial of Larry or a confirmation of Elounor, however, I thought I would add it in here to show the frustration with Larries.

Keith has absolutely no chill with Larries. (Personally, I think it was not necessary, but I think it’s just really frustrating to family and friend of especially Louis.)

Again, search it up on Twitter to verify it is real.

Keith literally has zero chill.

[Added: Feb, 2017.]

Keith passed away early 2016. He had a last quarrel with a Larrie who was spamming a tweet of Harry about a terrorist attack with “Larry is real:”

Keith wasn’t here for the disrespect and lack of boundaries. And neither should you.

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Lottie Tomlinson

It isn’t even funny anymore. I honestly don’t know why some Larries continue to harass Lottie.

There was so much drama in the fandom when this happened, oh my gosh. Eleanor also commented, but we are just focusing on Lottie.

Yes, I know this is not a direct denial of Larry. however, like I said before, they do not need to say, “Larry isn’t real” to portray the same message.

I think “SHUT UP YOU DELUDED F R E A K S” and “Sit down and shut up because you people do not know A THING” will suffice. Next.

This screenshot is from when Lottie accidentally favorited a gif of Harry and Louis with the caption, “boyfriends”.

Of course, all the Larries lost their shit and seemed to have completely forgotten about the time she called them deluded freaks.

Lottie quickly un-favorited it and tweeted that. She deleted the tweet minutes after she posted it. You can search up the tweet and see a bunch of quoted tweets on the same day and time to verify it was real.

No, this isn’t a denial. However, she did tell Larries to go away and she admitted it was a mistake.

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Fizzy Tomlinson

The first one I have is from when Fizzy did a Twitcam with her friend.

Fizzy did a twitcam in June of 2012. During it, she talks about Louis’ sexuality.

She says, “I don’t say it’s a bad thing to be gay. It’s just kind of rude to me because I know he’s not gay, and you’re all just like ‘No, your brother’s gay.’ Like, no he isn’t. Shut up.”

She then reads a comment that says, “Louis is clearly gay,” to which she replies, “He has a girlfriend!” (It is cut off).

You can watch it HERE.

Yes, I know. She only said he isn’t gay, and I can hear Larries say, “He doesn’t have to be gay for Larry to be real.” You are right.

However, Fizzy did confirm his relationship with Eleanor. I do know one can have a girlfriend, yet still be interested in men too. However, one cannot be in a relationship with his best friend and girlfriend at the same time.

Next.

I went through Fizzy’s Ask.FM. I did not scroll all the way to her very first answer because I found plenty before than. There are tons, and some of them (about Eleanor specifically) I did not add because it was not directly about Elounor or Larry.

Keep in mind. Fizzy gets tons of questions all the time. It’s her choice on which ones she wants to reply to. She clearly wanted to reply to this for a reason.

Let’s begin the long list of answers. They are not exactly in order.

The link was to the clip where Harry grabs Louis and kisses him on the cheek during an interview. Fizzy replied with, “Do you think if he was being serious he would do that in the middle of an interview?”

“Larry isn’t real but ship what you want,” THERE YOU GO LARRIES. THERE ARE THE THREE WORDS YOU ACTUALLY DON’T WANT TO HEAR.

This is something I always say when family members or friends deny Larry. It is ridiculous to say they are lying when they would just avoid answering at all.

“He doesn’t hate you, just your ship.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yes, Elounor is true love, and Larry is fake,” There you go, once again.

“You just see what you want to see,” HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I SAID THIS? YOU GO, FIZZY!

“If Larry was real, I would ship it but it’s not so I don’t haha"

Well, that was simple.

Simple answer.

There is most likely even more than just these. I only search back a little over a year and a half.

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Niall and Josh

During a Twitcam from over two years ago, Josh was reading comments on the Twitcam he was doing will Niall.

One comment talked about Zayn and Liam’s ship name, which is Ziam. Josh then realized what Larry was. Niall says, "Alright yeah,” with a very dead pan face. They then begin talking about something else. Niall reads a comment that asks if Larry is real. As soon as he reads the comment out loud, he shakes his head and flips his hand as if to show he is annoyed. Josh then says, “I’m pretty sure Larry isn’t real, guys,” while Niall laughs.

I find this funny. This was only a few months after the first bullshit tweets. Niall is clearly like, “Do they not get it…?"

Josh did not even know what "Larry Stylinson” was. Wow! It must be soOOooOOO real.

If you read the comment sections, it is full of Larries who say Niall could have flat out said no, but he didn’t. Honestly, his reaction was telling enough, but I understand where they are coming from.

The whole, “If Larry isn’t read, why haven’t they denied it,” thing, is a different story for a different post I have in the works.

Whether you think Niall’s reaction was a denial or not, Josh denies it too.

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Liam

I LIVE for Liam’s denials of Larry. Let’s begin.

The following picture is an old screenshot. In the current screenshot, it won’t show the tweet Liam replied to. I posted both so you could see what he replied to and see that the tweet is still there. You can still search for the tweet and find it.

The next picture is the current screenshot.

Next.

No, he didn’t deny Larry as a whole, but I don’t want to miss anything. So many people don’t even know most of these things in this post happened.

Next.

Yes, I know screenshots of DMs from either Instagram or Twitter can be faked. I almost never trust any DMs because they are faked quite often.

However, this one was real. The girl who Liam messaged back took a video of his DM and posted it on her Instagram. Her Instagram is now private, but I found someone else who took her video and posted it in their account.

If you are going to say videos like hers can be faked, please show me your receipts. I have NEVER found any. I have had many Larries act like know-it-all-shits and then go ghost when I ask for proof.

The DM is real. Next.

Once again, I would not trust this DM unless the girl had a video, which she did.

The link to the proof that the DM was real is HERE.

Let me explain what happened with this DM because many people were confused. This girl (@rtsophiam) was followed by Liam and Sophia. She had messaged Liam, asking if Larry was real or not. He unfollowed her. He then, being the kind hearted boy he is, re-followed her and messaged her that.

You can go check. She still has her Liam follow and she had it before the DM incident occurred.

Now, I know Larries were only say it was Modest. That will be their excuse for these DMs. Let me remind you of Liam’s tweets the same night this happened.

His tweets sound exactly like Liam. Go look up all of his tweets from October 2, 2014.

Also, notice his tweets about crazy DMs that are either fun, shocking, or strange? Hm. I wonder what DM he is referring to.

Lastly, during an interview, when asked to explain what Larry is, Liam said, “He’s imaginary.”

Again, do I need to write the definition of imaginary for you, Larries?

[Added: Feb, 2017.]

On his solo interview for Attitude Magazine (Sept 2015,) Liam had some words for the Larries, concerning Larry and Louis’ impending parenthood:

“People think of the Louis and Harry thing [that they’re secret lovers,] which is nuts and drives me insane.” The idea of Larry is, according to Liam, “nuts.” But he goes forward and call the Larries a “conspiracy” and a “cult,” telling that people make every gesture [of Louis and Harry] about them being together, and he knows “it’s not true” and it makes him “mad.” He knows “what’s what” [he understands the inner jokes and gestures] but has to hear “all these crazy theories.”

“I get tagged in drawings of Louis and Harry being together.” The 4th wall is broken. Well done, Larries. This is not fandom; this is not support. This is, as Liam says in his comparison, a conspiracy theory: “Imagine you’re the man who lands on the moon and you come back home to hear some people saying you didn’t.” Put yourself in these people’s shoes for once and imagine how it would be having people denying part or the whole of your existence. Liam stated Larry is not real and compared you, Larries, with conspiracists and cult people. He also stated that Louis was happy to become a dad, as he’s been for over a year now. When will you get the cue that your invasiveness is not welcomed?

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[Added: Feb, 2017.]

Zayn

In the interview he gave to the Fader in 2015, Zayn had the chance to talk about some of his experiences in One Direction. The conversation quickly moved to the fans’ culture.

Talking about shipping culture and fan theories Zayn stated:

“There’s no secret relationships going on with any of the band members.” This is a direct quote from Zayn, that established that Larry (or any of the other ships, even those not majorly tinhatted, like his own ship with Liam) is not real. But he goes further and says the fan theories had an effect in the way the boys behave in public: “It’s not funny, and it still continues to be quite hard for them. They won’t naturally go put their arm around each other because they’re conscious of this thing that’s going on, which is not even true. They won’t do that natural behavior.” It’s not the gay rumors that affected Larry’s public bond, but the constant harassment and invasiveness, the fact that there are tons of denials and people still spams every single post of the boys (and friends and family) with Larry’s claims. It’s the same Liam said for Attitude, it’s the constant watching and interpretation that exhausted them; in Zayn’s own words: “knowing that everything you do will be parsed for subtext is a terrible mindfuck.” Congratulation, Larries, you played yourselves and ruined Larry for the world.

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Louis

[Reorganized Aug 2017]

16/09/2012: Bullshit 1.0

Louis calls Larry’s theories conspiracies, and implies that the people involved in it aren’t lovely. He also addresses how those people give the fandom a bad name, thing that’s been proven to be a massive issue intra fandom and with media and GP’s perception of it and fannish behavior. He also refers to Larry as the “biggest load of bullshit.” The impact and following tantrum was so big that, to be able to cope Larries called the episode “bullshit 1.0,” because even if it should have ended that very day, they carried on, leaving room for even more denials left and right, and “bullshit 2.0.”

As I said, Larries got so defensive they ended up attacking Jay because, as always, she dared to speak up for her son and his girlfriend. Louis had to return and address the harassment again. His mother, people.

The issue ended that day with Louis making clear that HE DOESN’T CONSIDER LARRIES REAL FANS, and that any claim about anyone else but himself tweeting was inaccurate (sounds like he knew already the kind of theories he was dealing with):

Sept 2012: Chatty Man’s denial is reported in this article. The words quoted directly from Louis are consistent with everything Louis’ said on the matter to this day, that Larry makes things difficult for Harry and him, and that it’s disrespectful to his girlfriend.

“I just think it's really degrading towards her,” he explained, mentioning Eleanor again. What's most fascinating is that he admitted that he'd known about the pairing for a while, but that after a while it became more taxing than fun: “This is a subject that was funny at first but now is actually hard to deal with, as I am in relationship. Me and Harry are best friends. People look into our every move—it is actually affecting the way me and Harry are in public.”

Oct 2012: Louis calls Larry Stylinson “a conspiracy of fanfiction.” When Unreality TV asked about Larry rumors, Louis said:

There’s also a recorded interview with thehothits.com around the same period of time of Louis talking about the matter HERE. I leave you a transcription:

“I’m sure if you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that every now and again I’m quite outspoken. I think it’s important to speak your mind, and I’ve had a few rants recently. You know, people who have been horrible to my girlfriend Eleanor and to my mum, and I just don’t think people should be able to get away with it. I don’t go to bed and worry about it, I just think that people if they want to be like that, should be put in their place.”

We know you’ve been working on it, sweetie, but these people are so self-absorbed and selfish they don’t listen to anyone but themselves.

Nov 2013: Louis called Larry “a fucking annoyance.” Talking about fan theories and conspiracy theories, Zayn and Louis went off:

Looks like someone was pretty tired. You can read the whole interview HERE.

Do I really need to look up the words conspiracy and fiction for Laries to get the point?

21/07/2017: Louis denies Larry in an interview with The Sun. You can watch the video HERE (starts at 00:31.)

After relating the phenomenon to conspiracy theories, Louis states that “obviously there’s there’s not truth to it” [Larry’s conspiracy theory] glancing directly into the camera (like Larries always dreamed about) around 01:05. If there’re still doubts about it, or you don’t want to watch it, here are the gifs made by @slowhandsmp3:

And again a transcription:

Dan Wootton: Can you tell me what your view is on these people who are obsessed by a “Larry” conspiracy?

LOUIS: I’ve never actually been asked about it directly. It’s a funny thing. People can believe what they want to believe. It comes across as a little bit disrespectful to the ones that I love, like Eleanor. It’s like anything, if you google a conspiracy on iPhones, you’re gonna get a conspiracy. It’s one of those things people love to buy into, but in reality, obviously there’s no truth to it, obviously.

The same day The Sun published an exclusive interview where Louis went deeper in the issue:

“Louis and Harry’s friendship was also dogged by a ridiculous five-year conspiracy by a group of determined fans known as Larries.

They believe that the pair are in a romantic relationship that was covered up by 1D management, SIMON COWELL and even me (I promise you I’d have been delighted to report that Harry and Louis were an item if that were the case).

Sadly, Louis admits the pressure from Larry conspiracy theorists was a factor in their friendship struggling, especially given the serious relationship he has with girlfriend Eleanor Calder.He says: “I’ve never actually been asked about it directly. It’s a funny thing.“

"It kind of happened naturally for me and Harry because a certain amount of the fans drew up this conspiracy.

"When it first came around I was with Eleanor, and it actually felt a little bit disrespectful to Eleanor, who is my girlfriend now.

“I’m so protective over things like that, about the people I love. So it created this atmosphere between the two of us where everyone was looking into everything we did.

“It took away the vibe you get off anyone. It made everything, I think on both fences, a little bit more unapproachable. I think it shows that it was never anything real, if I can use that word.”

Louis again refers to Larry’s fan theories as conspiracy theories, and blames the fans involved in these behaviors (again called disrespectful) for the public, notorious separation that happened between him and Harry. This is consistent with the things expressed by Louis throughout the years, and also Zayn, for instance, who claimed fans made impossible for Harry and Louis to be spontaneous and physical with each other while in public. So congratulations, Larries, yet another confirmation that you killed what you loved the most.

31/07/2017: Louis’ denial of Larry Stylinson in an interview with Andy Cohen. As the media picked up The Sun exclusive, Louis was asked again about it, now in USA soil. No more excuses, Larries. Louis want to shut down these theories once and for all.

You can listen to the actual audio with words coming out of Louis’ mouth HERE.

Transcription HERE, but here’s a caption:

Not fans. Not anything, but “these people.” That’s how Louis refers to the people that come up with conspiracies about him. It’s over, people. You are not Louis’ fans if you deny his real relationship and his son. He warned you in 2012. Nothing really new to it. Just more denial coming up from the Larries. As Harry would say, SAD.

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Harry

[Reorganized Aug 2017]

During an interview for 60 minutes Australia, the interviewer tells Harry, “Look, Harry. I’ve got to ask you about this one. This is Famous magazine. This says you and Louis are a couple. There’s pictures of you kissing!”

Liam, Niall, and Harry begin explaining that the pictures are photoshopped and that it has happened to all of the boys.

She then asks Harry, “Oh, really? So you and Louis, there is nothing going on?”

Harry replies with a simple, “NO.“ Yes, Larries, hold on. I’ve heard all of your excuses, and I will address them. But first see it for yourselves, I swear it doesn’t bite:

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Before you say, "Harry had to lean into to make sure they didn’t have actual pictures of them kissing,” let’s talk about the interview where they asked if Harry was having an affair with Obama.

Looks pretty similar to his reaction in the Australian interview, doesn’t it? So, is Harry fucking Obama too? Of course not. If you go up to anyone, claiming to have pictures of them kissing their best friend, they are going to look. It’s just a natural reaction. Keep making excuses.

Also related to this same interview, Larries spread the lie that there is a picture of Harry crying from right after this interview.

NO, THERE IS NOT.

The picture Larries spread around claiming to be of Harry crying are from a completely different interview where he has been sick for a few days. The exact same shot is at 9:13, and it is actually of Harry and Niall laughing. It is not a picture of Niall comforting Harry because he was crying. You can check it for yourselves HERE.

See how deceiving pictures (and Larries) can be?

Let’s move on. Larries don’t acknowledge this denial, and they thought they were lucky enough not to go through the same again due to Harry’s reluctance to talk about his personal life. It was a gift that kept giving until it stopped. It happened again.

In April 2016, a Venezuelan fan asked Harry is Larry was real while facetiming and he said “NO.” It was referred through Twitter by user @kingcasique_ and reported by media in at least this video:

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Sadly, these tweets happened between Victoria, the girl that chatted with Harry, and her friend [I can’t provide a link because the girl has been suspended on Twitter]:

These types of implications are NOT acceptable. NO means NO.

Troubles continued for Larries, because life’s a b*tch for them, since during the promo of his solo career (May/June of 2017,) in which Harry remarked again and again how honest his album was, he was asked if his solo song “Sweet Creature” was about Louis.

So Harry denied Larry again, stating that he would “lean toward NO” in the subject of the song being about Louis. Listen to his reply (starting to speak quite upset) at 00:10:

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Teen Vogue picked it up and you can read the article HERE. But here’s a transcription of the statement for everyone to acknowledge it.

“Lean toward NO” is as much as a categorical statement as a single NO. The word NO is right there. And you respect the word NO, because NO means NO.

Asked about the fan theory a second time in USA Today, Harry said “Oh, is that a thing?," completely snubbing the rumors. And went further: “Well, whatever it is that it makes one feel. But I think if you listen to the lyrics, you can work out what it’s about.” Oh, Harry, you unlucky bastard. You have a tendency to catch hay fever and Larries.

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Louis and Harry

[Added Feb 2017]

HERE is one of the first interviews in which Louis and Harry casually dismiss the rumors about Larry being a romance (the one of the “genuinely believe.”) There’s a politeness, a clear intention not to create drama with the denial, because at the time rumors were just starting to get fueled, but they still weren’t a proper conspiracy theory, as Louis would refer later when talking about Larry. It wasn’t the only time the issue was addressed in a relaxed manner, trying to shut down rumors, but with an intention not to alienate the fans. And here’s another:

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This is what the YouTube poster of the video wrote as a caption:

“I ship Larry, honest I think they are so cute and I would love them to be together... but if they say that its not true, that it is annoying them, going too far or that they are happy with their girlfriends then as fans we should respect that and let them live their lives. If they aren't gay then it will upset them and their girlfriends, and if they are then its obvious that they can't or don't want to talk about it so really either way shoving your opinions in their faces and their family and friends faces doesn't help. I'm not saying you don't have a right to think that or have an opinion, but sometimes you might want to think about who its affecting and respect what they are telling you, whether you believe it or not.”

Enough said.

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Alright. I think I have gotten most of the ones I could find.

I figured I would actually discuss them more in depth since I can kind of predict what Larries will say about it.

First of, yes I do realize people can lie. However, people do not go so far to call Larries vile, deluded freaks, fake fans, disbelievers, deranged, stupid, a lost cause, bitter, lonely, and fucking peasants. They would also not go so far to call the theory of Larry strange, ludicrous, bullshit, weird, as real as the tooth fairy, a fantasy, imaginary, fan fiction, rubbish, and a wasted obsession. (I personally do not believe everything said about Larries was necessarily appropriate, but it happened.)

Like I have said before, if they didn’t want to out Larry, there was no reason to lie. It can simple be avoided.

Second of all, if you believe their family and friends are under contract, go ahead and read these posts:

Larries’ Contract Theories I

Larries’ Contract Theories II

It is not only about Harry and Louis, but that Act protects their loved ones as well.

Also, like I said before, these are all people who have known Harry and Louis all their lives or are very good friends or are people they work with. These are not random people who claim to have met Louis and claim to have been told that he hates Larry or that Elounor is real.

I find it really doubtful that these people would not know the truth, and I think if you are telling yourself that, you need to really think about that.

[Added Aug 2017]

After reading all this, there’s no denial that the only constant in the seven-year-long 1D history has been these people denying the existence of a romantic relationship between Louis and Harry. And I’d dare to say that the only constant in the 1D fandom has been the abuse and harassment they have subjected these persons to because of it.

WORDS MATTER. RESPECT THESE PEOPLE’S WORDS. RESPECT THEIR TRUTH. STOP THE DISRESPECT AND THE ENTITLEMENT.

#larry #larry stylinson #larry denials #louis tomlinson #harry styles #original 1arry-isnt-rea1 masterpost #one direction #1d

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