but ali stop being so perfect

anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt where Emison take their kids to Disneyland Paris for the first time where Finn is like 10 years old and the twins are 5, please? I love your writing and I hope you consider writing this one because the way you write is really beautiful. Have a lovely day! 💗x

i loved this thank you!! hope u enjoy it <3<3 (and thank you so much, it means everythinnggg to me) xx

“I’m so excited I think I might be sick” Finn said as Lily clung to his back, her eyes bulging at the wrought Iron gates of Disney Land, the Princess castle just visible in the distance.

“Finny that is horrible” Grace crossed her arms as she strutted in front, Emily by her side as she held her camera up and appreciated the view.

“Gracie watch out” Lily yelled as she was about to walk into a trash can, her neck craning so hard to get a good look at everything that she had forgotten to watch where she was going. Emily grabbed her just in time, throwing her onto her shoulders so she could get a better look over the fence.

“Woa, Lils you saved my life” Grace chanted back, flashing her a grin. It was surreal, being here with her three beautiful children. Ali remembered her first promise of taking Emily to France like it was yesterday.

“Are we going on Space Mountain?” Finn chimed, Lily still gripping to his back as Ali walked next to them, taking pictures of Emily and Grace who walked steadily in front. 

“Mom, take photos of the view” He insisted, trying to grab the camera out of her hands

“I am” Alison muttered to herself, allowing him to have the camera and watching with humour as him and Lily took some selfies. Eventually, they arrived outside the barriers. As expected, the queue was unbearable.

“Ma, will you come on Space Mountain with me?” He pleaded “Mom’s too scared” He smirked at Ali before placing his hands together, praying to Emily to come with him. Lily snickered, and jumped down from his shoulders as Grace tried to barge her way to the front of the queue.

“I wanna go!” She yelled, speeding off through the crowd as Ali ran after her, apologetically smiling at everybody she passed. When she did finally grab her, not letting go of her hand, Ali took Lily in the other and the pair of them wouldn’t stop giggling.

“Uh, of course we’re going on Space Mountain” Emily reassured him “your mom and sisters can go and get their make up done and we’ll get hot dogs and pull stupid faces at the camera” She winked at him, and he nodded with joy.

“Sick” he muttered.

“Are you sure you don’t want a go at being a Princess?” Lily asked her ma, letting go of Ali’s hands and pulling at Emily’s so that she would lift her onto her shoulders. As she did so, Finn took Grace off her and played some new clapping game she had invented, trying to stop her from crying with impatience.

“Yeah, Em. Come and be a princess for the day?” Ali teased, a subtly suggestive look on her face as she raised her eyebrows.

“Only in your dreams, babe” Emily replied, so that only Ali could hear. The blonde chuckled to herself, thankful once again to have landed with such a perfect family. As Lily played patty cake on top of Emily’s head, Finn and Grace had taken to dancing around to ‘For the First Time in Forever’ that blasted through the speakers.

“I think if I was a princess, I’d be Rupenzel” Grace announced as she tired herself out, taking a seat on the floor and motioning for Finn to start plaiting her hair.

“I’d be Belle” Lily said as Emily put her back on the floor to join in with her brother and sister.

“I’d want to be Mulan” Finn muttered “she’s so strong and brave” Lily and Grace both looked at each other, frowned, and then doubled over with laughter.
“You can’t be a Princess!” Gracie exclaimed through her tears.

“You’re a boy” Lily joined in, as Finn immediately let go of her hair and wandered off to stand with Emily. 

“I can too” He mumbled “if I wanna be” He looked to Ali for reassurance, and she nodded encouragingly.

“Girls, your brother can be anything. And so can you.” She told them with a hard stare “no more laughing at each other today, okay?” She said, bending down so that she was at eye contact with both of them. They nodded quickly, their gaze trailing to the floor.

“Yes mommy” they whispered quietly “sorry Finn” They said it simultaenously, and Finn smiled at both of them, stroking the tops of their heads.

“It’s okay” he promised “I think you’re both gonna be really pretty princesses” He added, as they were called up to go through security. He walked slightly ahead of the rest of the family, eager to get inside and find the biggest ice cream he could find. Emily and Ali held hands as Grace and Lily walked along beside them, both humming to themselves a Disney song neither of them recognised.

“How long are we going away for again?” Emily muttered with false intrigue, resting her head on Ali’s shoulders as they were granted access to the park, their eyes lighting up at the Disney castle over the bridge that stood like a life size model of every crappy plastic version they had ever been forced into buying for their daughters, the water flowing perfectly around it and sparkling under the French sun.

“I was thinking forever” Ali played along, kissing her swiftly on the lips before they broke apart again, their attention needed elsewhere as all three kids started running off in all different directions, ready for the longest weekend of their life.

anonymous asked:

Prompt where ali was invited for dinner at em's house and after dinner pam asks emily to do something and when emily returns to the living room pam was showing ali all of the pictures of baby emily and sharing embarrassing stories about em wanting to be naked all the time and running from her at the mall or whatever and em blushing and whining at the mom and ali saying she was the cutest baby ever

She’d been in the kitchen clearing the dishes away, only able to hear the faint sound of voices coming from the living room but not quite able to make out individual words – she pauses in the doorway as her eyes take in her girlfriend and her mother sitting on the couch together, is warmed by the sight of the two most important women in her life getting along (and at the thought of how far they’ve both come – Alison, for being able to accept her feelings for her and prove to Emily and the whole world just how much she loves her, and her Mom, for being able to accept her daughter and her relationships after the rocky start they’ve had) – and when she realizes just what, exactly, they’re talking about she’s over to them in a flash, looking down at the photo album held in Alison’s hands with dismay.

Mom,” she whines as she cranes her neck to see what page Alison is on (and what embarrassing childhood memory her mother had been telling the blonde). “Do you have to do this?”

“Yes,” she replies simply with a beaming smile on her face, and Emily groans as Alison turns the page gently and Pam taps on one of the photos with her index finger – in it she’s about one and half years old and has around six pairs of underwear on her head. “This one is one of my favourites – she used to rifle through my drawers and run around like that, and she’d cry whenever we tried to take them off her head.”

“Please can we stop this?” She’s blushing as she reaches down to seize the album from Alison’s grasp but the blonde is too quick for her, holding it out of reach, her eyes sparkling with amusement as they meet Emily’s. “Please?”

“Why?” Alison asks with a grin as she turns another page. “You were so cute.”

“Because it’s embarrassing!” On the next page she’s naked in every single photo, backing up her words, and Pam sighs with a shake of her head as she taps another picture and Emily groans because she knows what story’s coming next.

“On this day,” she starts, a smile on her face. “We were supposed be going to a friend’s birthday party, and none of them had met Emily yet so we told her she’d have to wear her nicest dress and be on her best behaviour. And then when we got there… within ten minutes she’d taken it off and refused to put it back on, and spent the rest of the party naked.”

“Mom, please stop,” she begs again, because the both of them are enjoying this far too much – she makes another grab for the book but Alison keeps it away from her a second time. “Ali,” she whines, pouting. “Stop being mean.”

“But babe, I’m always mean,” she says without looking up, but when she does and sees Emily’s pout she laughs, leaning closer to her to wipe it away with a kiss – Pam watches them with a soft smile on her face and Emily wonders when her life turned so perfect (embarrassing baby pictures aside). “Aw, look!” Alison coos, pointing to a photo of her when she was about three years old.

Her Mom’s friends little boy had been over, and in it he’s kissing her cheek – she has her arms folded across her chest and is facing away from him, a stormy expression on her face. “You were against boys touching you even then.”

“Ha ha,” Emily mutters but there’s a sparkle and a light in Alison’s eye that makes her smile because she looks so happy.

“C’mere,” Alison murmurs, stretching out a hand and dragging Emily around the side of the couch so that she’s sat down beside her. “Don’t spoil my fun.” She pouts, this time, and Emily heaves out an exaggerated sigh before wrapping an arm around Alison’s shoulders and tugging her closer, letting the blonde balance the photo album between them. “Next time we’re at my place I’ll let you look at my baby pictures so we can be even.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Emily murmurs back, remembering the time she’d found Alison crying in her bedroom a few weeks ago – when the blonde had turned to face her she’d had a photo of her and her Mom clutched tightly in her hand.

“No, I want to.” She smiles softly and Emily brushes a kiss to the side of the blonde’s forehead, and she smiles at the thought of seeing a tiny Alison. “But first let’s let your Mom embarrass you some more first.”