Request: could u write a scenario where u and Mark having been married for 1yr already and have a 2yr old son or daughter (ur choice) and they ask u how u and Mark met and how they (ur son or daughter) came from? U and Mark looked at each weirdly and begin to explain to ur child and in the end He or she asked for a sister or brother ?? U can end it tho!! Please and thanks ;))) Length: 351 words Genre: Fluff/Babble *A/N: I’m not sure if Costco is like a universal thing, but it’s basically a grocery store in America that literally has EVERYTHING.
It was moments like these that made you feel content; his arms around you, both of you buried under the duvet, your fingers tangled in his hair, his scent surrounding you, and the kisses he kept stealing. Your head was on his shoulder, your hair spread out behind you, and your hand on his chest as it rose and fell. Your eyes admired the glistening rock on your finger that he’d slipped on no more than a few weeks ago. You looked up at him, his eyes focused on the television, with a smile on your face.
This was the man who you fell in love with. This was the man who changed your life. This was the man who you gave you butterflies every time he walked into the room. This was the man who proposed to you. This man was your fiancé. This was the man you were going to marry. Harry was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with and you couldn’t be any happier.
You were set to marry in about a year, once the new tour had settled down and he was back home for a while. He had popped the question after leading you on a scavenger hunt through all of London until you had ended up on the rooftop of your first date. You found him, his back faced to you, and the surrounding scene leaving you breathless.
You never imagined your life would be the way it was at this moment; engaged to a member of one of the biggest boy bands in the world, watching as millions of girls screaming his name, each one willing to kill to be in your position. But none of that mattered. The fame didn’t matter. The money didn’t matter. You didn’t fall in love with Harry from One Direction; you fell in love with the dorky Harry from the bakery a couple of blocks from your flat. That had happened a little over 3 years ago, right before he left to do what he was born to do.
Now, you looked up at the sleepy, curly headed boy who stole your heart. His eyes were struggling to stay open to finish the movie you had asked to watch with him.
“Hm,” he hummed out, his eyes taking a peek down at you.
“You can sleep if you want to, baby.” You knew how sleep deprived he was from jumping around from interviews to recording sessions to surprise concerts. You swiftly swiped your thumbs over the bags under his eyes and leaned up to press a kiss his jaw line.
“You wanted to watch this movie, my love,” he turned his head to face you. You couldn’t help but smile; he always wanted to put everyone before himself.
“I know, but I want you to sleep. We can watch this at any time.” Leaning up to push his hair out of his eyes, he snaked his arm around your waist and splayed his large hand on the small of your back.
“Are you going to nap with me?” He pouted his lips, causing a grin to form on yours and you laughed.
“For a little bit.” You promised and pulled the duvet closer to the both of you. He leaned down and snuggled into it, his arm pulling you even closer to the point where you were practically laying on top of him. His lips peppered your face before finding their way to your lips.
“I love you.” He grinned. Laughing, you rolled your eyes and pecked them once more.
“I love you too, you big goof.”
You had slid out of bed after he’d fallen asleep to get started on dinner. You were dashing around; stirring on the stove, dicing on the counter, and tasting from the pot. In a couple of hours, most of it would be devoured due to his hefty appetite. He enjoyed your cooking although he frequently teased you about it. He didn’t always have the opportunity to enjoy a home cooked meal, especially with life on tour. He’d come into the kitchen and sneak in a couple of bites before leaning against the island and admiring you work your way around.
Soon enough, that’s where you’d found yourself.
“You snuck out,” his raspy voice came through as he walked into the kitchen. You turned to look at him; his hair in its messy state, his eyes bright, his decision to walk in only his briefs, and the smirk on his face.
“I wanted to cook for you.” You simply stated and turned back to dicing the cucumbers for the salad. He made his way over and wrapped his arms around you, your back pressed against his chest and his chin on your shoulder.
“We could’ve just ordered in.”
“I know, but you don’t always get to eat at home so I wanted to be nice and cook you something,” you smiled and dumped the vegetables into the large bowl on the counter.
“You’re the best.” His lips pressed a kiss to your neck causing you to blush. His arms enveloped around you tighter and he sighed contently. Turning to face him, his face close to yours and his lips curved up at the sides.
“Only the best for you,” you grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. “Now set your bum on a stool so I can finish up.” You pressed a kiss to his lips before shooing him away and making your way over to the stove. He laughed and set himself down on a stool, his arms crossing over one another against the counter as he watched you.
“We’re going back to bed after this.” He declared, his voice trying to sound powerful. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh before reaching and turning off the stove. “Is something funny?” He deepened his voice, humor playing along in it.
“Nothing, my love. Whatever makes you happy,” you laughed and set two plates by each other.
His leaned his chin on the palm of his hand, a wide smile on his face. He watched as you moved around to dish out the pasta from the pot and grabbing the cold salad from the fridge. He watched as you poured two glasses of wine and how your eyes met his.
“What’re you thinking, devious boy?” He laughed softly, the smile never fading. This is what made him happy; being able to wake up and find you in one of his over sized shirts, waking up in the morning to you as the first thing he sees, watching as you took care of him in all his states, watching as you did whatever you did to make him happy. It was simple; you made him happy.
“You.” He watched you glance up at him and smile, sitting down adjacent to him.
“What about me?” You popped a baby tomato into your mouth.
“You make me happy.” He noticed how the blush quickly crept into your cheeks and he smiled. One of his favorite things about you what was that you were easily flattered so he always took a shot at as many compliments, pick up lines, and cheesy jokes as he could.
“You make me happy too,” you managed to say. He grinned and looked down at his plate, hunger taking over before he quickly began demolish the meal in front of him.
“Harry, do you have any other laundry that needs to be done?” You called out from the laundry room downstairs. He was finishing up the dishes before he turned off the water and drying his hands.
“No, it was all in the hamper,” he called back, making his way down the hall towards your voice. “Baby, let’s go back to bed.” He pouted while leaning against the door frame. You dumped the rest of the clothes into the washer and adjusted the settings before turning to face him.
“You’re still tired?” You pouted and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“I just want to cuddle,” he leaned his forehead against yours and his arms wrapped around your torso.
“Who said I want to cuddle with you?” You smirked. His brows furrowed and he tightened his grip around you.
“Are you getting sassy with me, miss?” You let out a laugh and raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe I am,” you watched as the smirk on his face grew before you found yourself quickly thrown over his shoulder and he was making a dash through the foyer and up the stairs.
“H-Harry,” you managed to spit out between laughs. “I’m going to fall!” He pushed the bedroom door open and gently tossed you on to the bed before climbing on top.
“I’d never let you fall,” he smiled and leaned down to press his lips against yours, letting them linger for a few seconds. “Now, what’re we going to do about your sassiness?”
You laughed, rolling your eyes and looking up at him. “You don’t scare me, Styles.” Watching his smirk grow bigger and bigger, he leaned down and pressed both of your arms besides each side of your head.
“Are you testing me?”
“I might be,” you watched the lusty look in his eyes and he laughed, shaking his head.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” You knew were how this was going to end. It happened all too often.
“I’m sure,” you whispered before he kissed your lips once more.
“Did you ever imagine you’d be here right now?” You whispered and looked over at him. You were both sprawled out on the large bed, exhausted after the love making he’d triggered. You watched as his eyes drifted towards you, his brows furrowed with sweat, and he opened his mouth to speak.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean like, did you ever expect yourself to be living the life you do now?” You turned on your side and faced him. “Successful, great friends, engaged.”
“Never. I never thought I’d be able to do what I do now.” He mimicked you and turned on his bare side, facing you. “I was about to go to university and it just blew up so quickly, I didn’t even have a chance to process it. But I wouldn’t change anything because if I did, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.” His arm slid around your waist and pulled you to him, closing the space between you two.
“Did you think you’d end up with someone as famous as you?” His fingers began to trace circles into the small of your back.
“You know, although I saw and met tons of celebrities and fans, my mind somehow drifted back to you at the end of the day. I mean, we didn’t know each other so well but I was so attracted to you.” You felt the heat rise to your cheek and you buried your head in his chest.
“Do you remember how bad I flirted with you?” You laughed and nodded, looking back up at him.
“How can I forget? It’s what kept bringing me back.”
“That was so embarrassing,” he admitted with a chuckle. Your mind drifted back to the first time you were in the bakery; the way his tried to break the ice, the way he horribly wrapped your slice of cheesecake. But you were just as attracted to him as he was to you. You went back to your apartment excited for the next day just so you can make your way to the bakery once more.
“That was cute and if it wasn’t for your dorkiness, you probably wouldn’t have seen me again.”
“Well, good thing I was dorky then, huh?” He laughed and watched as you nodded, a giggle escaping from your lips. “What about you?”
“What about me?” You looked up at him, his eyes dancing along your face.
“Did you ever imagine you’d be where you are now?” You were quick to shake your head before you opened your mouth to speak.
“Absolutely not. My parents gave me the opportunity to fly out here to study abroad and in just a few years, they expected me back. But when I met you, everything changed. I wanted to stay. I wanted to continue to see you every day and when you left without warning, I was like devastated.” You watched as his lips curled into a smile. “And then that one day when I walked into the bakery and saw you, I knew it had to be some sort of fate.”
“I agree,” he whispered. The smile on his face was indescribable as he watched you speak.
“And now being engaged and almost done with university, I’ve never been happier.” You smiled and blushed, your head pressed into his chest as you let out a giggle.
His hand found its way down your back and he pressed a kiss to your head. He was quiet for a few moments before he spoke up.
“Remember our first kiss?” How could you forget? It was perfect.
“On our first date?” You giggled. “Oh, I remember.”
“Hey, you told me to kiss you,” he laughed. You looked up at him and smiled.
“You’re right. And I don’t regret it.” You leaned up to peck his lips. “Because now I can kiss you whenever I want,” you rolled on top of him and peppered his face with kisses. A laugh escaped his lips and he cupped your face in his hands.
“You’re a bit silly today, hm?” His eyes were playful and smile was played on his lips. You crossed your arms against his chest and relaxed into his grip.
“Remember when we went to the amusement park and I freaked out?” He groaned, his hand covering his face.
“Babe, don’t remind me.” You laughed and moved his hand out of the way to look at him.
“Hey, that was cute. You didn’t know and at least it wasn’t as bad as the peanut butter.” You smirked and watched as he scrunched up his face, more groans escaping his lips.
“I almost killed you,” he shook his head.
“Yeah, but you wanted to do something sweet for me and you did. Stop beating yourself up about it.” A smile curved on your lips and you pressed a kiss to his bottom lip.
“Can we talk about something normal we did?” He laughed and looked down at you. You rolled back over to your side and faced him, your legs tangling with his.
“I don’t think we’ve ever done anything normal,” you joked. He laughed again, a nod following afterwards.
“That’s probably true.” After all, you didn’t live a normal life.
“You always used to complain about how tiny the bed back at my flat is.”
“I still do.” You nodded in agreement as his hand made its way to your hip, his fingers tracing circles into your side.
“I can’t believe we’re going to be married,” you whispered. Although you’d been engaged for a couple of weeks now, it was hard to believe. “How did I get so lucky?” You watched the smile grow on his face and he opened his mouth to speak.
“You? Lucky? I don’t know how you agreed to go out with me after how badly I embarrassed myself when we first met,” he laughed, causing you to throw your head back and laugh. “I’m the lucky one.”
“I don’t know either,” you teased, an innocent smile on your face. He laughed and tickled you softly.
“You’re so funny, huh?” You squirmed in his arms and he took the opportunity to press you to his chest.
“I try,” you mumbled while pushing his hair away from his eyes. He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. Your fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Do you want kids?” He suddenly asked. It was something he’d asked before and he already knew the answer, but he loved to hear it fall from your lips.
“Yes.” You simply replied. You knew he wanted kids, at least three. He absolutely adored them and he couldn’t wait until he could have some of his own.
“Definitely not,” you smirked. “You know how weird they’d turn out?” He laughed and rolled his eyes, his grip pulling you even closer.
“That’s not nice, my love.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather have weird kids with my weird husband because I don’t know how else I could picture my life.”
“I love you,” he whispered. “And I can’t wait until I can officially call you my missus.” You couldn’t help but blush and you bit down on your bottom lip. Looking back up at him, his eyes were focused on yours and his lips were curved into a smile.
“I can’t either,” you managed to whisper back. “You make me happy and I can’t imagine this with anybody else.”
“Good. Nobody else can have you,” he grinned and pressed his lips to yours.
“I love you, Harry.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Voila, there you have it, darlings! Super sorry that it’s posted so late, but since I’m finally done with school, I’ll have a lot more time to post! Yay! Thank you to the anon that requested this, I hope you as well as everyone else enjoys! Leave me some feedback and let me know if you liked it. Don’t hesitate to drop by my ask for anything else! Love you, dolls.
Don’t ever ask me how I spend the only part of my life I like All locked away inside of a bedroom On the handlebars of your bike, I rode a wave of emotion I can’t begin to place. And as we sat by the ocean, it crawled across your face. I call out.
Hello! I don’t know how many people have seen this shirt design or drawing on tumblr, but I’d like to take a minute to talk about it. The drawing was something I did in my eleventh grade art class sketchbook on September 18th, 2012 (you can see the date in the last photo). I posted it on tumblr around the same time and it ended up getting a fair amount of notes, which is really cool because I love people seeing my art!
However, I don’t like people stealing my art.
The bottom left photo was taken the day I drew it and the bottom right is a photo of me with the sketchbook today– the drawing has some water splashes on it now, unfortunately.
The t-shirt has nothing to do with me, other than the fact that someone changed the writing and colored it slightly differently and put it on the shirt. Typically, I would confront this person directly, but their blog has been deactivated and the post is mysteriously gone. From what I can tell it was made for a screen printing class and I don’t believe the person is selling it, but if they are, they didn’t include me in any profits or even bother asking me. Also, if they are being sold, I highly doubt any of the profit is going to Joyce Manor.
If you have any information on whether the person changed their url/made a new blog/etc etc, PLEASE send me a message.
Honestly I hate making a post like this because if the person had just messaged me and said “yo can I put this on a shirt for class and I won’t sell it” I would’ve said “hell yea u can go for it” but because I had no idea this was going on I’m really…. disgruntled.
If you could reblog/signal boost this so I can find out who it was and maybe get an apology or confirmation they’re not being sold please please please do.