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The Fitting (Part 4)

(Your attempts to ignore what happened between you and Jungkook are futile and you must make a decision about what your relationship will be going forward.)

Warnings: Oral, intercourse

It had been several days since you had last seen Jungkook and you were grateful for his absence.  All the boys were traveling for fan meetings and promotional events, but you had to stay behind in Seoul to finish alterations on their upcoming video wardrobe and get everything organized for the shoot.

In your mind, you practiced how you would behave once you saw him again.  The last time you spoke to Jungkook was when you had hooked up with him in the office.  You were disheveled, exposed, and still had the taste of him on your tongue when you told him to get dressed so you could get back to work.

You laughed at yourself for behaving so strangely.  You were embarrassed at the indiscretion and ashamed that you had been so brazen with someone younger, someone you worked with, someone you weren’t even dating.  The whole situation made you feel slutty.

On the other hand, slutty felt kind of good

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“A Big Wish”


Nothing could have prepared Victor for the morning he rolled over to find a child sleeping in Yuuri’s usual place.

He sat straight up, looking around the room in a panic. Were they babysitting today? Yuuri hadn’t mentioned anything about this. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing his fiancé would spring on him. Had there been some kind of emergency?

Victor was about to detangle himself from the sheets to go looking for Yuuri when he heard a soft sigh and a tiny hand reached out to grab onto his shirt.

“No, Vi-chan.”

Victor turned towards the petulant, round little face staring up at him.

“V-Vi-chan?” Victor echoed, dumbfounded.

Huge brown eyes, messy black hair… Victor had seen baby pictures of Yuuri. He recognized these features- but his brain seemed to be short-circuiting. There was no way- This couldn’t be possible.

But it was him. Yuuri was right there, looking at him. But he was 3 years old.

“I- what a dream. Obviously I drank too much last night,” Victor chuckled anxiously to himself.

“Vi-chan… ‘m hungry.” The child was tugging gently on Victor’s pajamas, rubbing his eyes with his other hand.

…Cute-!

Feelings of affection and terror were overwhelming Victor. He felt like his stomach had climbed up into his throat. He had to know if this was really happening.

“…YURIO!” He shrieked in a broken voice.

What?? Why are you yelling so early in the goddamn morning?” A grumbly voice shouted back from down the hallway.

The door was kicked open by a fuzzy-slippered foot and Yurio barged in, foaming toothbrush in one hand, his hair pushed back with a band for his morning skincare routine.

“Yura!” The child exclaimed cheerfully, reaching out for him.

A look of sheer repulsion spread across Yurio’s face.

WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Tell me this isn’t who I think it is,” Victor pleaded.

“…Does Katsudon have a brother that we don’t know about?” Yurio asked, prickling like a cat as little Yuuri crawled across the bed and latched onto his waist.

“Katsudon?” The kid’s eyes got huge and he fixed intently on Yurio’s face. His tiny stomach growled.

Yurio froze in shock.

“Fuck. It’s him.”

“There has to be some other explanation,” Victor said weakly.

Yurio gasped.

“The bridge!”

 /

/

The day before, the three had gone sight-seeing in St. Petersburg together. Well, Victor had offered to take Yuuri sight-seeing and Yurio had enthusiastically complained about each and every one of the places that Victor suggested, until finally Yurio realized that he had no choice but to invite himself along to make sure that they saw the city properly.

The last stop of the day was Bankovsky Bridge. Four statues of griffins with massive golden wings held up the ends of the bridge with their mouths as it stretched over the channel. It was a surreal sight in the soft pink glow of the sunset. Residents passed through nonchalantly, smoking a cigarette or toting groceries, while tourists snapped pictures and lingered in the way.

“I like it,” Yuuri said. He was leaning his head on Victor’s shoulder, tired but satisfied with their long day together. “It seems like they’re protecting this place.” He gestured at the griffins.

Victor smiled softly.

“They say that if you touch one of their paws and make a wish, it will come true.”

“It’s just a silly urban myth,” Yurio corrected, leaning against the guard rails with an air of impatience. He’d been ready to go home for two hours now, but the old couple just had to see everything.

‘You’re the one who wanted to come along,’ Victor had reminded him.

“Have you ever made a wish here?” Yuuri asked, linking his hand with Victor’s, enjoying the warmth spreading in his icy fingers.

Maybe a few times, when I was younger,” Victor responded playfully.

Yuuri wasn’t surprised. He could picture a young Victor coming here alone, gazing up at the griffins with a kind of quiet awe.

“What did you wish for? Did it come true?”

Victor could feel Yuuri’s body leaning gently against him. He gazed over at Yurio, who was kicking rocks into the channel. He squeezed Yuuri’s hand.

“It did.”

“I want to make a wish, too, before we leave,” Yuuri said.

“Can we leave soon?” Yurio interjected again.

“Alright, alright,” Yuuri soothed.

He pulled Victor towards the statues, still linked by the hands, and reached out reverently for one of the tarnished gold paws. He closed his eyes tight, thinking.

Victor snuck a loving peek at his partner’s face. He wondered what Yuuri would wish for. Whatever it was, Victor wanted to help make that wish come true.

 /

/

“That idiot made some kind of weird wish and now we’re stuck with a toddler!” Yurio deduced.

“But why would Yuuri wish for something like this?” Victor didn’t understand.

“Who knows why he does anything-”

“Yura… I want to eat katsudon.” Little Yuuri was still clinging to him like a squirrel to a tree.

“Katsudon isn’t a breakfast food,” Yurio snapped. “Besides, you’re in Russia now.”

Yuuri blinked in surprise and his eyes started to water.

“Y-yura… you’re mean,” he sniffed, and burst into tears.

“Don’t- Aaagh. Don’t do that…! It’s okay.” Yurio scooped the sobbing Yuuri up into his arms and bounced him awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said frantically. “Why don’t we go downstairs and I’ll make you something to eat, okay?”

Yuuri gurgled a bit through his tears and nodded shyly. He looked like a doll with his adult-sized shirt hanging from his tiny shoulders.

“Wait, I should be the one to hold him,” Victor protested. “Don’t you want to stay with Vitya, Yuuri?”

Yuuri shook his head ‘no,’ burrowing his face into Yurio’s shoulder.

Victor was shot through the heart.

“You’d rather hangout with Yura than this funny old man, right Yuuri?” Yurio’s flashed Victor a taunting smirk. He gave Yuuri’s sides a gentle tickle. “Isn’t he silly?”

“Yeah!” Yuuri giggled hysterically. “Vi-chan is really silly!”

“Yuuri…” Victor whined, following them downstairs, deflated.

Yurio pulled a chair up close to the kitchen table and propped Yuuri in it.

“What are we going to do about this?” he asked Victor in a low voice as they battled for space at the stovetop. Yurio looked scared.

“…The only thing I can think of is to try bringing him back to the bridge,” Victor replied.

“But what if it doesn’t work?”

Victor glanced over his shoulder at his former lover, who was making spit bubbles and blowing them at Makkachin, who was trying to climb the chair to slobber all over Yuuri’s face.

“Makkachin, get down!” Yurio scolded, chasing him away.

He set a plate of slightly-burnt crepes in front of Yuuri and began cutting them into small slices. Yuuri made a face at the bland-looking pancakes.

“They’re sweet,” Yurio explained. “You’ll like them. My grandpa makes these for me all the time.”

“Yuuri, look what I have~” Victor dramatically brandished a plate of colorful fruits, all cut into hearts and flowers, and other shapes.

Yuuri scooted forward in excitement as Victor slid into the seat next to him.

“It’s all of your favorites,” he explained proudly.

“Yuuri… you’re going to try my crepes though, right?” Yurio prodded.

Yuuri looked up at him, then back to the crepes, then back to Yurio, who was watching him nervously, then nodded with solemn determination and stuffed a piece of crepe into his mouth.

Victor snorted loudly. Yurio resisted the urge to smack him.

“Eat well so you can grow big like me,” Yurio encouraged before he realized what he was saying. This was stupid. This entire thing was ridiculous. Fucking Victor and Katsudon- shit like this never happened to him when they weren’t around.

“Okay,” Victor announced, “Let’s get you ready to go out.” He helped Yuuri wipe his face and stood him up in the chair. “Hm… this will have to do,” he mumbled as he used the sleeves to tie Yuuri’s oversized shirt closed around his chubby legs.

“He’ll get cold, though-” Yurio protested.

“I’ll have to carry him inside of my coat. Let’s just get this over with as soon as possible.”

Victor couldn’t imagine what Yuuri had been thinking, if some kind of magic at the bridge really was responsible. And if it wasn’t, Victor had no idea what they would try next. They had to fix this. Unless… this was what Yuuri wanted? No, it couldn’t be. Something must have gone wrong. Victor forced his thoughts back to the current plan.

Yuuri, I need you… Please, come back.

 /

/

The bridge was nearly empty when they arrived. Most people were hurrying on their way to work. That was good. Victor wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but the fewer spectators, the better.

Yuuri’s head was poking out from the front of Victor’s coat, his cheeks pink from the brisk air. His breath was forming little clouds. He was looking up at the griffins like he thought they might come alive at any second.

“It’s okay, Yuuri,” Victor promised. “These are good lions.”

At least, Victor hoped they were.

“See?” Victor reached out and put one of his hands on the griffin’s paw.

Yuuri looked anxious and sleepy. He withdrew slightly into Victor’s jacket.

“I wanna go home,” he mumbled quietly.

Victor patted him carefully on the head.

“We will, we will. But we came here so that you could pet the lion. Can you do that?”

Yuuri didn’t respond, staring at the statues blankly. Victor’s eyes darted to Yurio for help.

“Yuuri, I want to pet the lion together! Will you do it with me?” Yurio asked cheerfully.

Yuuri looked conflicted now. Victor found it painfully cute.

“You can hold my hand if you’re scared,” Victor reassured.

Yuuri hesitated for a moment before putting his small hand against Victor’s palm. Victor’s hand closed easily around it.

“There. I’ve got you, Yuuri,” he said.

Yuuri looked back to Yurio, who was giving his best ‘everything is fine’ smile. Victor stepped closer to the statue.

“Ready?” Yurio asked. He put his hand out and Yuuri did too, and Yurio guided it to the statue’s paw.

“Now, uh… Make a wish that you’re all grown up, like me and Victor!”

They stood there for several minutes, waiting.

Nothing happened.

“I’m cold…” Yuuri was wriggling around inside Victor’s coat.

“Maybe it just needs some time to work,” Yurio said. “Last time nothing happened right away-”

Victor didn’t answer.

“Vi-chan…” Yuuri was trying to pry his hand free from Victor’s, getting grumpy.

“Let’s go home,” Victor said.

 /

/

Victor arranged all of the pillows in the house in a wall-like formation around little Yuuri to secure him from falling off of the bed. Yurio had insisted on sleeping on the floor that night in case Yuuri needed him, and it seemed to be the only arrangement that Yuuri agreed with. He finally conceded to going to sleep and stretched out his small arms to give both of them hug goodnight.

“Sleep well, Yuuri,” Victor smiled gently as Yuuri yawned and curled up on his side, already dozing off.

Victor’s chest was painfully tight. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep- his mind was still racing. He stared up the ceiling in the dark for hours.

It had only been a day but already it felt as if Yuuri had been gone for months. Victor knew that in reality they were lying right beside each other, but the thought didn’t comfort him. How was he going to bear this…?

Victor only knew one thing. No matter what happened, he was going to protect Yuuri.

Yurio’s rhythmic snoring reached his ears and Victor let his eyes close.

Finally, without realizing it, he drifted to sleep.

 /

/

“You stepped on me! Baka!” Yurio growled.

“AH- I’m sorry! Wait, why are you laying on the floor?”

Victor jolted awake to find Yuuri and Yurio bickering loudly, like normal. Normal- Yuuri was back to normal.

“Yuuri!!” Victor cried, leaping across the bed and tackling his fiancé.

“Victor- ow!”

They toppled to the ground. Yurio screeched angrily as they tripped over his legs.

“Why are you crying?” Yuuri asked, bewildered, glasses askew.

“What did you wish for at the bridge, you moron?” Yurio interrogated before Victor could respond.

“At the bridge? Why…? Uh- Well…” Yuuri flushed with embarrassment. “If I tell you will it still come true?”

“Just tell us!” Yurio barked.

“Well… I wished that we could keep going on like this, like a family…” Yuuri was so red, he was sure his face was on fire. “I wished that you would both continue to take good care of me.”

Yurio let out a frustrated groan.

“I don’t understand… What’s going on?” Yuuri asked, completely flustered. Victor was clinging to him like he was drowning, muttering sweet Russian nothings so fast that Yuuri could hardly make sense of them.

“W-where are my pants??”

Running

“Come on, Grunkle Stan! You love pancakes! Don’t you remember, you called them ‘Stancakes’?”

“No, I d- yeah, yeah I did, didn’t I? Ha! Yeah!”

Ford stood just behind his bedroom door, listening to the conversation going on in the kitchen down the hall. Something sunk into the pit of his stomach, making him feel hollow yet crushed at the same time. He listened as his brother and the two young twins chatted and laughed together. He listened as the kids explained things to Stanley, as his brother gradually began to remember more and more. He covered his mouth with a hand and took a step away from the door, sitting down carefully on the sofa running along one wall of his room. His fingers tugged at his hair, his eyes burning with unshed tears.

This was his fault. His brother, his best friend since birth, was sitting in the other room struggling to remember his life story. Ford knew just how upsetting this was for the kids. They had spent the entire summer making so many wonderful (and sometimes scary) memories with their Grunkle Stan and now he could barely remember a thing. All their work, all their time spent together had nearly been lost completely. This was all Ford’s fault. Ford had noticed that the longer he was around, the more danger arose and the more Stanley seemed to be angry, the kids seemed miserable. Of course, he didn’t know what the twins were like before he’d returned, but he could only assume that they’d been much happier.

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anonymous asked:

Describe your ideal partner in glorious detail

Oh man ok let’s see… 

I want someone who will accept me for who I am, of course, and stick with me while I’m still exploring parts of me I don’t understand.

Someone who will actively help me discover those unknown parts of me.

Someone I feel comfortable enough around to ask silly questions and do silly things without worrying about sounding or looking dumb.

Someone who will listen to me rant about things I love, even if they really don’t care about it that much.

Someone who will assure me my unshaven legs are cute in the winter even when I complain about it. 

Someone who I feel comfortable being naked around.

Someone I don’t mind touching, and whom I don’t mind touching me. 

Someone who will sing loud duets with me even though I sing off-key.

Someone who understands my anxiety and doesn’t push me too hard when I’m experiencing it. 

Someone who will bring me on adventures, but also doesn’t mind just lounging around on the days when I don’t want to leave the house.

Someone whose arms I feel safe in.

Someone who feels safe in my arms.

Someone I can love and grow with for a long, long time. 

Photobooth: Fred x Reader

Request: Hey there! I hope you’re not too busy with requests and if not I was wondering if you’d mind writing a Fred weasley oneshot please? Like maybe it’s Y/N and Fred’s wedding(after the war&lupin etc lived pls😭) and it’s all cute abd fairytale like with silly things like photo booths,fairy light&like silly carnival stalls and a really emotional Molly and a really cute George best man speech please cause Y/n is his best friend too?

Warnings: super adorableness

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Originally posted by maarch-24th


“(Y/N), are you ready?” Hermione asks, standing behind me. I turn to look at my maid of honor and half smile.

“Hermione, I’m so nervous,” I say.

She giggles, “Well, I’d expect so.” She pulls me to my feet and smooths out my dress, takes my hands in hers, and looks me in the eyes. “You can do this, (Y/N).”

I nod and smile, before hugging her. I grab the bouquet from my vanity, and turn back to her. “Then let’s do this.”


He waits patiently at the end of the aisle next to Remus as the bridesmaids and groomsmen process in. As George comes to stand next to Fred, he whispers in his ear, “Just wait, mate. She looks incredible.” Little Teddy Lupin in a tiny tux brings the rings up to meet his father, followed by four-year-old Victoire, the eldest brother’s daughter, delicately tossing white rose petals along the aisle. He looks to the front row of the congregation and locks eyes with his mother, who has tears streaming down her face, but smiling nonetheless. He winks at her, and she feels the most proud of her son than she ever has. 

Fred’s grin grows even more and he looks up as (Y/N) rounds the corner in the dark, being escorted by her father. She’s framed by the lights behind her, as the fairies in the bushes try to get a better look at her, too.

Incredible was an understatement. (Y/N) looks like beauty itself, perfect from head to toe, in a magnificent white dress, and her (y/h/c) hair perfectly styled. She immediately looks down the aisle of the white tent and catches Fred’s eye, and both feel their breath hitch in their throat as their hearts leap. (Y/N) is so grateful that her father is there supporting her, because she’s shaking so badly, she feels certain she would fall over without him there. As she and her father reach the end of the aisle, he is in tears. He lifts her veil, kisses her on the cheek, and gives his beloved daughter away to the Groom. Fred takes her trembling hand in his, holding it tight and leads her to the front.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers to her.

She blushes and squeezes his hand, trembling a little less now. And then Remus begins, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered her today…”


I hear a clink to my right, drawing my attention away from Fred, as his twin stands up from the chair next to me.

“Alright, you lot! Time for my speech!” George says smiling broadly, and Fred releases my fingers, moving his to my back as I turn to look up at George. I move my hand to his knee, and rub my thumb gently back and forth on it, and he lightly traces his fingertips along my back, knowing fully well that it’s my favorite thing in the world.

“I remember the first time Fred and I met (Y/N),” George says, and I immediately blush, knowing the story he’s about to tell. “Third year at Hogwarts and Snape gives both of us detention, and we walk in, expecting it to just be the two of us, and here’s this girl in the room, too. We’d seen her around before, but Fred sits in the seat next to her and asks what she’s in for. She’d charmed all of Snape’s ink to write in changing colors of the rainbow, with sparkles and all.” I start laughing as I remember Snape’s face when he wrote my detention slip in the sparkling rainbow ink, instead of his normal black.

“I could tell right away that (Y/N) was a brilliant and charming witch. But that went out the window with the morning owl when she started dating Fred, because, let’s be honest, mate, she’s totally out of your league. And y’know, if she was gonna date one of us, I expected it to be the better looking twin,” he says, gesturing to himself. Fred and I both laugh, as well as the entire congregation. George continues telling stories about the three of us in our days at Hogwarts, filled with Fred-deprecating humor.

“But honestly, when you look at these two, all you can see is the realest of love, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to call (Y/N) my sister,” George says, looking down at me. I squeeze his hand lightly, and he finishes his speech, “To the bride and groom!”

“To the bridge and groom!” the congregation echoes, and I turn back to my husband. He’s looking at me with so much love, I feel my heart melt all over again.

The music starts playing, and he leads me to the dance floor, and he passes me off to my father, whose face is smiling but tear-stained. My father and I share a dance, and he passes me back to Fred. The music picks up a bit and Fred and I dance together, in our normal silly, excellent way.

After we share a few dances, he pulls me away. “My dad found this thing, and you need to see it,” he says, pulling me toward a little red and white striped booth with a black curtain in front of it.

I giggle as he pulls me in beside him, and there’s a large screen in front of us with our faces. He pulls out a basket of props and finds a veil, which he puts on his head, and a mustache-on-a-stick which he gives to me. I’m now laughing uncontrollably as he presses the button to take our pictures.

We exit the photo booth, and a strip of pictures is printed and he hands it to me. He’s making ridiculous faces in the first two as my face is scrunched up in laughter, the mustache-on-a-stick held in front of me. In the third he’s looking at me with such admiration and love that it’s making me blush. And in the final one, it’s a rather gorgeous shot of us as he brought me in for a kiss.

I bite my lip, tears filling my eyes as I look at the wonderful pictures (which for some reason, are not moving) that perfectly some up my love for this man. My eyes wander up to his, and he’s looking at me with the same look as he did in the third picture.

I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him close to me, and hold up the the strip. “We’re keeping this,” I say before bringing him to me for a kiss.

He could feel the hole inside, blacker and deeper than the dark current. Everything was missing. Nothing was where it should be. He was here on this lonely shore, and all he could think of was the silly questions that children ask…Why do things end? How do they start? Why do good people die? What do the gods do? And this was hard, because one of the Right Things for a man was: Don’t ask silly questions. And now the little blue hermit crab was out of its shell and scuttling across the sand, looking for a new shell, and there wasn’t one. Barren sand stretched away on every side, and all it could do was run….
—  Terry Pratchett, Nation
drabble: hair;

Prompt: Kagome wants to give her daughter a haircut but the little girl refuses to do so and daddy Inu gives a little hand.

A/N: Gah, I know I still have two prompts to write, but I just had this adorable idea and I had to write about it, kay? I had to! The other drabbles will come too, pinky promise. Plus, I saw many fanarts with Inu with shorter hair and I just fell in love with the idea! 

“Mama, no!” Aimi squealed, running from her mother who was holding the most dangerous weapon her four year old self had ever spotted: a hairbrush. Kagome, already panting from running after her daughter under a scalding hot summer sun, leaned on the nearest tree and watched as Aimi ran to hide behind some bushes, making her groan - she would be unbelievably hard to find now.

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Just Jae-Ha Things

Things Jae-Ha will absolutely always do:

  • Be willing to take off his clothes
  • Look beautiful
  • Treat women with utmost care and respect
  • Sniff out a woman
  • Praise people’s beauty, cuteness, etc
  • Act host-like and dramatic
  • Sparkle
  • Let you tie him up as ~as tightly~ as you want
  • Let you punch him with all your might
  • Enjoy ^ the punching
  • Lick blood seductively off his hand
  • Act like a big bro
  • Take responsibility for everyone’s silly antics
  • Apologize to Mom
  • Be funny and glorious and perverted
  • Love everything beautiful
  • Strip
  • Strip
  • Strip?
  • Did I mention take off his clothes already?
  • Laugh at silly cute things and Hakyona angsty funny things
  • Flirt
  • Throw knives
  • Tease people
  • Tease Hak
  • Tease Yona
  • Steal a look at Shin-ah’s eyes
  • Be wise in romance
  • Be silly in romance
  • Crave freedom
  • Be free
  • Smile
  • Give great hugs
  • Be there for you always
  • Ask tactful and not-so-tactful questions
  • Play for you 
  • Lull you to sweet sleep with his playing
  • Carry you and fly
  • Complain about how heavy you are (if you’re a man)
  • Be unable to resist your starry-eyes when you want him to carry you (even if you’re a man)
  • Joke
  • Chase his love interests until they give in to his charms (of course they will why do you ask)
  • Be a little bit tsundere 
  • Get his butt stuck in a vase (they’re nice accessories okay?)
  • Butter up Captain Gi-Gan
  • Flirt with Hak and Yona and Kija (?) and Gi-Gan
  • Want to be passionately shot in the heart with an arrow
  • Protect his nakama

Things Jae-Ha will absolutely not do: 

  • Take off his shoes 
  • Mistreat women
  • Take away someone’s freedom
  • Forgive someone who does that^
  • Confess to Yona (?)
  • Not flirt 
  • Enlarge his dragon leg
  • Enrage Yoon
  • Keep his clothes on for no reason
  • Be chased by someone (OH LORD NEVER let me chase you)
  • Betray his nakama

Feel free to add on!

“Come on, look at me! No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else I don’t have; anything to lose! So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little space ships with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way! Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing! Let somebody else try first.

So Let Me Get This Straight...
  • Mass Media: Let us tell stories about men! Written by men! For men! Manly!
  • Women: ...We'd like to hear a story about women.
  • Mass Media: No no no no no. MEN will never want to hear that! ALL the stories shall be about men.
  • Women: What about us?
  • Mass Media: Women also like the stories about men! See, they're watching and reading them.
  • Women: ...that's because there's nothing else to watch and read.
  • Mass Media: I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of all of this men. Tell you what. We'll let you make this woman story as an experiment and see what happens.
  • Women: Oh, okay, cool. We'll just go write that!
  • Mass Media: (meanwhile) REMEMBER MEN, LIKING LADY THINGS IS A CAUSE FOR RIDICULE. LADY THINGS ARE BAD. UNLESS THEY'RE AROUND FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, THEN IT'S OKAY. REMEMBER TO MAN YOUR MANLY M-- oh, are you done?
  • Women: Yes. Here you go.
  • Mass Media: Here, Men, what do you think of this Lady Thing?
  • Men: Wait, aren't Lady Things supposed to be really silly? Let's not see this. People will laugh at us.
  • Mass Media: There, you see? Men didn't like the Lady Thing. Now go back into your corner and enjoy the manly stories for men.
  • Women: ....
  • Mass Media: Look, we'd love to help you, but we have a business to run, and we just so happen to have a pie chart right here that shows that most of our income comes from Manly Things.
  • Women: That's because, like, 99% of your offerings are Manly Things.
  • Mass Media: Yes, exactly. See, it's just business. Numbers don't lie. Wow, you're surprisingly good at math for ladies.
  • Women: ...
  • Mass Media: We don't know what's wrong with you. They're good stories.
  • Women: Yes, but it's all one kind of story! We love these characters and this setting, but want you to make the stories that WE want to hear some of the time.
  • Mass Media: But then we'd alienate the men! If you want these kinds of stories so much, why don't you tell them?
  • Women: ...fine. *go off and tell the stories they want to hear, share them with each other.*
  • Mass Media: Pffff. Look at those silly women! Off writing their "fanfics". What a silly thing to do! Pssh, *ladies,* amirite guys?
  • Man: *writes what is essentially fanfic, gets published and lauded for insightful commentary on pop culture*
  • Woman: *writes an original story, gets lambasted for ripping off pop culture because she wrote completely unrelated fanfic once.*
  • Women: ....
  • Mass Media: *pats consolingly* There, there. Look, we've listened to you. Here's a sexy lamp... I mean lady... in this thing we just made! Sure, she doesn't have any lines other than "Go Dude McManlypants, I believe in you!" and is wearing a bikini in the snow, but she's a Strong Independent Woman Who Don't Need No Man. Except when Dude McManlypants wins her at the end of the story. That's what you wanted, right?
  • Women: ....*collectively facepalm*
Family Portrait (Epilogue)

Well, marriage didn’t fix everything, but it sure did help. We didn’t fight as much anymore, though I’m not sure if that was just because we got married or we realized that we were actually truly happy with each other or because we just finally realized it wasn’t worth it. Back then, before marriage, we just fed off of each other’s misery, which only made us more miserable. Now, though, we only argue when it’s worth it, when it’s actually important. We make up easily afterwards, too.

We’re not the only ones that changed. The kids changed. They grew up. Year by year I watched JJ grow up and transform into a little Jack. Day in and day out I watched him accept more and more characteristics from his father. From him speaking in an accent randomly to making his classmates’ hearts melt, it’s like being able to look in the mirror for Jack.

Luke grew up into a sweet young boy. He’s constantly asking everyone around him if they need any help. Everyone loves him. They always comment on his fair hair and his charming smile. He can always make people laugh by doing the most simple things. He was a joy to have around. Him and his older brother get along well, and Luke did get over his hatred for Emmaline, but it took a couple years. It was about him not being the youngest anymore, but once he realized how great Emmaline was, he got over it and realized that there were more important things than hating her.

Emmaline, bless her sweet heart, was so sweet. She was a shy little thing, but giggly as hell. As a child, about one or two, she was outgoing, but she grew out of that. She became shy around new people, which is understandable. I realized that she would observe them carefully before opening up. Even as an open book, though, she wasn’t very loud, though she did talk a lot. I think it’s a child thing, because they all did that. Emmaline and I had gotten very close over the years, she was basically a child of my own. Kelly wasn’t very happy about that, but she didn’t complain too much. We didn’t let her around too much unless it was Christmas or Emma’s birthday.

The biggest change in the family came from our new addition. Sophia Elaine Gilinsky, my youngest biological daughter, my precious little girl. Sophia was my spoiled little girl, and she didn’t realize it now, but she would when she gets older. This girl was one of the most polite, talkative and outgoing children I have ever met. She brings a smile to everybody’s face and Emmaline loves having a little sister around the house when Jack and I have custody of her. Sophia fit into our family perfectly and completed it. We felt complete with her, and we didn’t need another.

“Daddy, I can’t see!” Sophia exclaimed, standing on her tiptoes to try to see over the crowd of people in front of us. Being only four and a tiny thing too, she couldn’t reach much higher than the man’s butt in front of her.

Jack smiled down at her and lifted her up effortlessly, sitting her on his shoulders. She towered above everyone else in her jeans and white shirt with the silhouette of Cinderella on it and the sparkling crown sitting in her brown curls.

“Can you see now, Princess?” Jack questioned, tilting his head to the side to see if he could see his youngest child who was now above him.

Sophia sat on his shoulders squinting into the sun, looking to our right to see if she saw anything.

“Oh! Yes, yes, Daddy, I can! Emma, Minnie Mouse is coming!” Sophia exclaimed, glancing down at me and Emmaline and pointing in the direction.

There was music playing around us, loud enough to slightly tone down the volume in which I knew Sophia was speaking. I would usually tell her to use her inside voice, but who cares right now? We were outside right now, watching the Soundsational Parade at freaking Disneyland. I could care less if my baby girl was yelling.

“Where? I don’t see her.” Luke stated, also trying to stand on his tip toes to see above the people in front of us. We were only the third row back, but we were still having trouble seeing. Or, at least those of us who were short were. Which meant Jack was the only one with a proper view.

“Me either,” thirteen year old JJ muttered. He grabbed onto his eleven year old brother’s arm and turned to me, asking, “can we go to the front if the people up there say it’s okay? Emma and Soph can go too, if they’d like.”

I grinned down at the two, now seeing the float with Minnie Mouse coming closer out of the corner of my eyes. In front of the float were six drummers, doing their thing to the music and with Minnie dancing on the float behind them.

“Only if they say it’s okay and be sure to watch your brother. When the parade is over, do not move so until we find you. Then we can go on some more rides.”

The boys instantly agreed and rushed forward, asking the people in front of us if they could sit in front of them so that nobody was in each other’s way. They agreed and then disappeared in front of us before I could even ask if Emmaline wanted to go with them.

Emmaline was enchanted by the sights around her. She grinned widely, having not noticed that her brothers had gone to where they could see better without her. She watched what she could of the parade, happy to be there.

I reached towards her and pushed a piece of her short light brown hair behind her ears. She had a pair of Minnie Mouse ears attached to a headband on her head. She, being eight years old and in that stage of life where she didn’t really want to be associated with children stuff, insisted that these were more grown up.

“Can you see enough?” I questioned when she looked up at me after I messed with her hair.

She shrugged, “I’ll take what I can get.”

It was all of the kids’ first time here, and I didn’t want them to miss out on anything. We had flown to California just for this, just so they could experience this place for five days and have the time of their lives.

I turned to Jack and motioned for him to give me Sophia, and he did, confused. I set the youngest on my shoulders and guided Emmaline over to Jack. He smiled softly at her and knelt down, offering his shoulders to her. She grinned at him and sat, squealing as he stood up. She was now towering above everyone.

“Mommy, mommy look!” Sophia exclaimed, kicking her legs a little bit, the heels of her feet hitting my chest lightly. “It’s the Genie from Aladdin!” The child looked around for her brothers. “Where’s JJ and Luke?”

“They’re in the front!” Emmaline exclaimed, spotting the boys not too far ahead of us.

The two made arrangements with each other to go meet them in the front to watch the parade comfortably. I told them the same thing I told the boys and they took off, Sophia behind Emmaline.

When the children left, Jack and I migrated towards each other. He stood in front of me and bent down a little, instructing me to jump on his back. I was hesitant, but I did, grinning widely as I could now watch the parade as well. We watched as the cast of Aladdin danced by on their floats, and as Ariel flapped her mermaid tail on her own specialized float, and as a Donald duck in a fiesta hat shook his musical instruments as he passed on his.

As the float with Snow White, Aurora and Rapunzel passed by, I could swear I heard Sophia calling out to them, trying to get their attention. Aurora looked in the direction I knew the kids were sitting and waved, smiling widely. Through the crowd I could see a child jumping up and down as Aurora waved. I knew it was Sophia.

“Man,” Jack said, “you would have kicked ass as a Disney princess, baby.”

The princess float passed and a Lion King float came up behind it with a big lion on top of it. Walking in front of it was the gorilla from Tarzan and the monkey from Jungle Book.

“You would have kicked ass as that monkey,” I taunted, smiling as he put me down so that he could face me.

He had his hands on my shoulders and he was smiling, “I was being serious.”

“And so was I!” I insisted.

He pulled me close to him and pressed a kiss to my forehead like when we were little, when we were in high school, without any kids yet. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, standing behind me with his chin on my head, right behind the crown I had on to match Sophia’s to watch the rest of the parade.

It ended not too long after that, and people started to clear out of the area to find other things to do with their day now. Jack and I pressed against the crowd to find our kids, who stood in the exact spot they watched the parade, just as I had told them to. When Sophia caught sight of us she ran forward, excited.

“Mommy, did you see Tianna? She looked so beautiful! And silly Naveen was on the paddle for the boat. I bet they were on their way to turn him into a human! He was probably messing with the Shadow Man again, silly Naveen.” I smiled and took her hand in mine, turning my attention to the other three children.

“The Genie pointed his staff at me!” JJ exclaimed, matter of factly.

“No, he was pointing it at me.” Luke told him, offended that his older brother would have thought anything but that.

As the boys argued and Jack tried to stop them, I turned to Emmaline to ask her if she liked it. She nodded and said, “it was amazing. The dancers were my favorite. Do you think if I keep dancing I’ll be able to dance for Disneyland one day?”

I smiled at her and took her hand in my free one, “maybe. Disney would be lucky to have you on their team.”

The six of us stood on Mainstreet USA, smiling at each other. We were united as a family and it was going a lot better than expected. There was minimal fighting, no back talk and it seemed like everyone was truly happy.

“Thank you, Mom, thank you, Dad, for bringing us here. It’s really fun.” JJ smiled, coming forward to wrap his arms around my waist.

“Even though it’s only our second day here, I already don’t want to leave.” Luke added on, coming forward to hug me as well, slightly pushing Sophia out of his way to do so.

“It’s been so great, I feel like a princess.” Emmaline hugged me.

“Well,” Sophia started, “I’m already a princess, but now I’m home. This is my kingdom.” The youngest of my children hugged me too.

I smiled down at them, tears in my eyes at this family moment. This amazing moment where we were all one.

“Okay,” Jack stated, putting his hands up, “Dad didn’t have anything to do with this trip at all.”

In unison, all four kids detatched from me and went over to their father, giving him a group hug as well. They stood there for a minute before Jack got them to get off by saying, “where to now? It’s a Small World?”

JJ groaned and stepped backwards as Sophia cheered.

“That one is so annoying, though,” Luke sighed, “how about The Haunted Mansion? We haven’t been on that one yet.”

“Okay,” Sophia said quietly, nervously, “but I’m going with Daddy on that one. He’ll protect me.”

Jack smiled down at her and nodded, taking her hand in his, “I sure will, Princess. I’ll fight any ghost that comes near you.”

Sophia laughed, “you can’t fight a ghost, silly!”

We started walking forward, towards our destination on the other end of the park. JJ and Luke lead the way, having done so much research on Disneyland before they came, it was like they were workers here. Just in case, though, they had the map open in front of them and were trying to read it and walk at the same time. Emmaline stood just behind them, guiding them the best she could so that they didn’t run into anyone while trying to read the map. Sophia was in the middle of Jack and I, holding both of our hands as she went on and on about how much she wanted to find Peter Pan to check if him, Michael and John were staying away from Captain Hook.

I half listened to her, knowing fully well that Jack was engaging in her conversation. I stared lovingly at my family and thanked God that I was lucky enough to have this family.

At first, I thought things were going to be terrible if Jack and I continued to grow our family. And, for a while it was terrible. But things have to get worse before they can get better, and boy, did my family get better. I was no longer drowning, desperate for air, desperate for that break that I’d get where I was happy again. Instead, I was permanently happy with my loving husband and our four kids. I hoped I would be as happy as I was now, walking past Cruella DeVille and hearing all of my kids tell her that we had a dalmation dog named Pongo and that they wouldn’t let her go anywhere near him. But the thing is, I knew I was going to be happy. I didn’t have to be at Disneyland to be happy, I just had to be with my family. Even the people looking at us smiled. Our family portrait was perfect, and I was happy and I always would be.


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