thefuturemrssamkerr

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Munich I. May, 2023.

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Thinking of writing some mason mount as well, would you guys be interested in that?

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The FA Cup Final

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word count - 1k

“What time are you going to be at the game?”

You glanced over at your wife, Sam, as she sat on her side of your shared bed as the two of you got ready for bed that evening.

You placed your phone on the bedside table and when you finished setting up an alarm, you crawled over to her and laid your head on her shoulder. “— it starts at two thirty, right?”

When you saw her nod her head, you continued on speaking. “So me and Joey will try and aim to get to Wembley just before two, so we can see the warm up.”

Joey was you and Sam’s almost three year old son. You had decided to go through with your IVF journey just after your honeymoon to the Maldives.

The first two rounds failed but in the third round, you got pregnant with your son and your lives have been the happiest of days ever since he graced the planet.

Third time lucky some may say.

You had decided to name him Joey Albert Kerr.

When you were pregnant, your wife had always called him her little Joey, due to her home country.

When you found out that you were having a little boy, Sam would call him her little Joey, her little kangaroo.

So when he was born, and you both saw his perfect little face for the first time, the name Joey, simply stuck.

“You’ll be cheering me on,”Sam nudged her face closer to yours lips brushing against the cupid's bow on your face. “Right?”

You smirked as you pressed a kiss to her lips. “— we’ll be yelling the loudest, you won’t be able to miss us.”

Sam had left early in the morning to head to the pick up point where the other team members would be getting picked up, so that meant you were stuck with getting Joey ready.

After his morning bath, the two of you were now sitting in his room, on the carpeted floor in front of his wardrobe as you got him changed into his football kit.

“Alright, arms up, lovie,”You held the shirt in your hands as you watched him lift his arms up above his head, and slipped the shirt over his head smoothly.

Once the shirt was situated on his body, you smoothed down his brown hair that had become slightly dishevelled due to the friction of the shirt.

You pulled the little boy onto your lap, and pressed a few kisses to his baby chin cheeks, emitting laughs from his lips.

He was clad in wearing a kiss version of the Chelsea kit, the shorts, the socks and even some toddler football boots.

Instead of having his name on the back of the , he had ‘𝙼𝚄𝙼𝙼𝚈’ and number ‘𝟸𝟶’ on the back.

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You had arrived at Wembley just before two o'clock like you promised your wife and was escorted to the family stand where everyone else’s friends and loved ones were sitting.

Throughout the entire game, your nerves were skyrocketing.

Manchester United were definitely the better team, they had scored goals in the first minute but it had thankfully been disallowed for being offside which meant a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Overall, the Red Devils had been the better team.

Twenty minutes into the first half, little Joey had fallen asleep on the lap of one of his moms teammates.

Millie Bright was the chosen lap.

He had little ear protectors over his ears, and his thumb was in his mouth, a habit that you and the misses definitely needed to break soon.

He had stayed asleep right up until the 60th minute, and had woken up to see his mommy score in the 68th minute.

Joey was sitting on your lap when Sam hit the back of the net, you jumped up in your seat, holding him on your hip as you jumped up and down on the floor, cheering, he was cheering as well, head thrown back as he pointed at the field.

“Flip, mama,”Joey pointed to the field where he watched his mum perform a backflip, her signature celebration for occasions like this. “— mama, flip!”

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Chelsea were officially three time FA Cup champions.

When the final whistle had been blown, the Chelsea fans were in hysterics at the final result, cheers coming from every direction as they all jumped with joy.

When the trophy celebration was taking place, all the family of the team had been escorted to the pitch, so that they could celebrate the victory as a family.

Your feet hit the pitch, and you were walking over to Guro Reiten when the toddler in your arms startled squirming to get down.

You settled him down on the floor, and watched as he began running off in the other direction, you squint your eyes but smiled hugely when you saw who he was running to.

His mommy.

“Mommy!”

Sam turned round upon hearing the voice of her little one and crouched down when she saw him running to her.

She accepted him in her arms and settled him on her hip as she pressed butterfly kisses to the top of his nose over and over again. “— m’little kangaroo!”

“You won, mommy!”Joey cheered, wrapping his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

Sam laughed, and hugged him just as tight. “I did, did you see mommy do her flip?”

You approached the conversation when you heard her ask the question and used your left hand to push some of her brown hair away from her face that had become dishevelled during the game.

“He most certainly did see you do the flip,”you nodded your head, resting your head on the shoulder of your wife. “— it was his favourite part,”

Sam smiled and turned around so that you were facing each other.

She unwrapped an arm that was resting around your son to take ahold of your hand. “You know what my favourite part was?”

“No?”you tilted your head to the side, watching as she smirked at you lovingly.

“Seeing the two of you in the stands, cheering me on,”She answered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “— it made me love the two of you even more, which I didn’t think was possible.”

God, you were lucky to have her.

[thefuturemrssamkerr]

The FA Cup Final

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word count - 1k

“What time are you going to be at the game?”

You glanced over at your wife, Sam, as she sat on her side of your shared bed as the two of you got ready for bed that evening.

You placed your phone on the bedside table and when you finished setting up an alarm, you crawled over to her and laid your head on her shoulder. “— it starts at two thirty, right?”

When you saw her nod her head, you continued on speaking. “So me and Joey will try and aim to get to Wembley just before two, so we can see the warm up.”

Joey was you and Sam’s almost three year old son. You had decided to go through with your IVF journey just after your honeymoon to the Maldives.

The first two rounds failed but in the third round, you got pregnant with your son and your lives have been the happiest of days ever since he graced the planet.

Third time lucky some may say.

You had decided to name him Joey Albert Kerr.

When you were pregnant, your wife had always called him her little Joey, due to her home country.

When you found out that you were having a little boy, Sam would call him her little Joey, her little kangaroo.

So when he was born, and you both saw his perfect little face for the first time, the name Joey, simply stuck.

“You’ll be cheering me on,”Sam nudged her face closer to yours lips brushing against the cupid's bow on your face. “Right?”

You smirked as you pressed a kiss to her lips. “— we’ll be yelling the loudest, you won’t be able to miss us.”

Sam had left early in the morning to head to the pick up point where the other team members would be getting picked up, so that meant you were stuck with getting Joey ready.

After his morning bath, the two of you were now sitting in his room, on the carpeted floor in front of his wardrobe as you got him changed into his football kit.

“Alright, arms up, lovie,”You held the shirt in your hands as you watched him lift his arms up above his head, and slipped the shirt over his head smoothly.

Once the shirt was situated on his body, you smoothed down his brown hair that had become slightly dishevelled due to the friction of the shirt.

You pulled the little boy onto your lap, and pressed a few kisses to his baby chin cheeks, emitting laughs from his lips.

He was clad in wearing a kiss version of the Chelsea kit, the shorts, the socks and even some toddler football boots.

Instead of having his name on the back of the , he had ‘𝙼𝚄𝙼𝙼𝚈’ and number ‘𝟸𝟶’ on the back.

▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

You had arrived at Wembley just before two o'clock like you promised your wife and was escorted to the family stand where everyone else’s friends and loved ones were sitting.

Throughout the entire game, your nerves were skyrocketing.

Manchester United were definitely the better team, they had scored goals in the first minute but it had thankfully been disallowed for being offside which meant a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Overall, the Red Devils had been the better team.

Twenty minutes into the first half, little Joey had fallen asleep on the lap of one of his moms teammates.

Millie Bright was the chosen lap.

He had little ear protectors over his ears, and his thumb was in his mouth, a habit that you and the misses definitely needed to break soon.

He had stayed asleep right up until the 60th minute, and had woken up to see his mommy score in the 68th minute.

Joey was sitting on your lap when Sam hit the back of the net, you jumped up in your seat, holding him on your hip as you jumped up and down on the floor, cheering, he was cheering as well, head thrown back as he pointed at the field.

“Flip, mama,”Joey pointed to the field where he watched his mum perform a backflip, her signature celebration for occasions like this. “— mama, flip!”

▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Chelsea were officially three time FA Cup champions.

When the final whistle had been blown, the Chelsea fans were in hysterics at the final result, cheers coming from every direction as they all jumped with joy.

When the trophy celebration was taking place, all the family of the team had been escorted to the pitch, so that they could celebrate the victory as a family.

Your feet hit the pitch, and you were walking over to Guro Reiten when the toddler in your arms startled squirming to get down.

You settled him down on the floor, and watched as he began running off in the other direction, you squint your eyes but smiled hugely when you saw who he was running to.

His mommy.

“Mommy!”

Sam turned round upon hearing the voice of her little one and crouched down when she saw him running to her.

She accepted him in her arms and settled him on her hip as she pressed butterfly kisses to the top of his nose over and over again. “— m’little kangaroo!”

“You won, mommy!”Joey cheered, wrapping his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

Sam laughed, and hugged him just as tight. “I did, did you see mommy do her flip?”

You approached the conversation when you heard her ask the question and used your left hand to push some of her brown hair away from her face that had become dishevelled during the game.

“He most certainly did see you do the flip,”you nodded your head, resting your head on the shoulder of your wife. “— it was his favourite part,”

Sam smiled and turned around so that you were facing each other.

She unwrapped an arm that was resting around your son to take ahold of your hand. “You know what my favourite part was?”

“No?”you tilted your head to the side, watching as she smirked at you lovingly.

“Seeing the two of you in the stands, cheering me on,”She answered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “— it made me love the two of you even more, which I didn’t think was possible.”

God, you were lucky to have her.

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the fa cup final ♡

in which, you go to the fa cup final to support your wife and your two year old son tags along for the ride.

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Hi! Can you make a full writing about the little blurb you did about the pic harry posted for harry’s house 1 year bday? Xx

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A/N: at first i didn't want to write more about it, but im so deep in the fluffy content that i ended up expanding the little scene i wrote. of course, original idea by @harrysblackcoat

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

SUMMARY: It's your annual trip to Italy with your boyfriend, but he is planning something special with asking you the most important question.

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“Harry! Are you ready? We have to leave!”

 “I’m coming!”

Harry quickly takes the diamond ring out of the velvet box and slips it into his back pocket, praying to God he won’t lose it before the big moment. He drops the box back into his bag in a hurry, burying it underneath his shirts before walking out of the bedroom of the villa you’ve been sharing for the past week.

It’s your fourth year in a row when the two of you spend two weeks in Italy so it’s safe to say that it’s now a tradition. But this year will be different.

As Harry walks out to the hall he finds you standing by the front door in a white sundress and a straw hat, your totebag hanging from your shoulder and he catches you putting your polaroid camera inside. He got you the camera for last Christmas and you’ve snapped hundreds of pictures since then. Harry loves the excitement on your face when you’re waiting for the photo to develop.

Looking up a smile stretches across your face when you see him in his green and white striped t-shirt that’s tucked into a pair of nice jeans, his hair looks lush and soft, a pair of retro aviator sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt and then there’s the mustache… That mustache! You love it so much, even though you’ve never been a big fan of facial hair, but Harry proved you wrong.

“What took you so long? Were you styling the ‘stache?” you tease him as you wrap your arms around his waist and steal a quick kiss.

“Gotta take good care of it,” he smirks. “Alright, let’s go.”

After a thirty minute drive you leave the car at the bottom of the mountain before starting the hike that takes you up to the winery. You’ve been here last year and you enjoyed it so much you wanted to come back, but this time you decided to approach the place on foot. It’s a nice change, you haven’t been too active in the past week, well, outside of the bedroom, at least.

“Just one picture! Come on!” you urge him, pushing him in place, your polaroid camera all ready in your other hand to snap a picture of your boyfriend.

“You have a dozen pictures of me already, Love,” he chuckles but obeys and leans against the stone wall running along the trail you’ve been hiking up to the winery on top of the hill.

“Fuck, you look so good!” you groan as you snap the picture, enamored by the beauty if your lover.

“Not as good as you,” he compliments you back, his eyes slipping down on your body, amazed by the way the white sundress flows so effortlessly around your figure. You’re tinkering with your camera as he reaches into his back pocket, making sure the ring is still there. His fingers tap on the diamond and he exhales, glancing up at the top of the hill where the terracotta roof of the winery is already peeking out from behind the trees. He knows everything is all ready for your arrival, the staff has sent him a picture of the beautifully decorated pergola where he will ask the big question, but still, his pulse is starting to spike. He’s been planning this for over a year now, though if he is being honest, he’s known he would ask you to marry him the day he met you. He’s not sure how, but he just knew.

You walk hand in hand for the rest of the hike and you rave about how much you hope they will have a bottle of the same wine you drank last time, because you haven’t drunk anything like that since then. Little do you know, Harry requested fifty bottles to be delivered to your home when you get back.

“Hm, it looks… a bit different than last year,” you note as you finally reach the top and notice the decorations.

“Yeah, it does,” Harry smiles as he exchanges a look with the staff lined up in front of the building.

“Why was everyone waiting for us? And what’s with the smiles? I know people around here are nice but this is a bit too much,” you whisper to him, while trying your best to return the smiles.

“You’ll see.”

Harry pulls you over towards the pergola as you’re trying to put one and one together, but as soon as you see all the fairy lights and flowers that decorate the place, you finally realize what this is about.

“Harry!” you gasp as you finally stand in the middle of the pergola and Harry turns to face you, holding both your hands.

“Y/N,” he chuckles, but you notice the nervous shake in his voice. Your eyes are already tearing up and you need to hold yourself back to let him talk and give him the moment he planned out. He takes a deep breath and then speaks up.

“I have loved you since the day I met you. It’s cheesy, but it’s true. We bonded over liking the same kind of beer at the pub and I made Mitch promise to never tell you this, but on our way home I told him that if I were to marry anyone, it would be you.”

You let out a chuckle as tears stream down your face, drinking up his words.

“It’s been four years now and you taught me so many things. You taught me to be my best version, to see the beauty in everything and… I can’t imagine a day when you’re not with me in some kind of way. I see you in the clouds, because I remember when we watched them for hours on the roof of your old building. I see you in my coffee, because it reminds me of the time you brought me a cup to bed in the morning and spilled it all over me.”

He laughs and you do the same, letting go of his hand just to wipe your cheeks quickly and then you grab his hands again.

“Even when you’re not with me, you still are. And I want this to stay the same for the rest of my life.”

He gets down on one knee and reaches into his back pocket, grabbing the ring and then holding it up as you gasp again, as if you didn’t know this was coming.

“I love you, Y/N, and I can’t imagine a day when I won’t, because it’s impossible. I will always love you. And I want to celebrate the love I have for you the most sacred way possible. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God of course I will!” you burst out, throwing yourself at him sobbing and laughing at the same time. You almost both fall to the ground, he hugs you tighter than ever.

When you finally pull back you’re kneeling, just like him and he takes your shaky hand, putting the ring on your finger finally and of course, it fits perfectly.

You’re not noticing the soft music playing in the background and how the staff is cheering on you, you tuned it all out the moment you realized what Harry was about to do.

Harry stands up and helps you up as well, circling his arms around you right away.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he smiles down at you. You exhale, turning into jelly in his arms as you reach up and take his face in your hands.

“I love you,” you softly tell him.

“I love you too,” he replies and presses his lips to yours, the first kiss you share as an engaged couple.

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