#emison oneshots

[7evenmoon]

Masterlist

harumatsu fics

• jealous ⤳oneshot, 704 words, fluff/angst, jealous matsuri, established relationship

• needy ⤳oneshot, 390 words, catgirl!matsuri, fluff

• cold ⤳oneshot, 399 words, fluff, established relationship

• cuddle me? ⤳oneshot, 564 words, fluff, comfort, established relationship

• i got you ⤳oneshot, 1,168 words, fluff, smut, established relationship

• deal with the devil ⤳oneshot, 1,462 words, smut, light dom/sub, bratty matsuri, overstimulation, established relationship

• sweater weather ⤳ oneshot, 1,016 words, smut, g!p harumi, friends with benefits

• you just have to ask ⤳ oneshot, 1,610 words, canon universe, angst, feelings realization

• i'm yours already, don't break me ⤳longfic, work in progress, omegaverse, unplanned pregnancy, alpha harumi, omega matsuri, smut, angst, idiots in love, college setting

qingguang fics

• cigarette duet ⤳oneshot, 2,259 words, modern setting, smut, keqing is stupid, ningguang is annoying, beidou and keqing are friends, crack

• up no more ⤳oneshot, 1,311 words, modern setting, fluff and smut, ningguang is down bad for keqing, established relationship

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about me: i'm a twenty years old woman. i'm a big fan of horror movies, i like playing calming video games like animal crossing and stardew valley but ironically i don't really like horror games. i spend most of my time watching movies/shows and reading fics. i mostly read angsty fics with toxic relationships and fucked up characters but if you've read my fics you'll notice most of them are fluffly. the reason for that is that i use writing as a coping mechanism so i prefer writing about cute moments for my ships. also it takes a lot of energy out of me to write really angsty fics but sometimes i'm in the mood for an emotional rollercoaster lol. i'm currently battling with an opiate addiction, which is why i haven't put out a lot of content but lately writing is really helping me cope so yeah. but still, please be patient with me i don't have a schedule for writing and as i've said life is rough at the moment

rules: honestly i'm open to anything on this blog. you can ask me about my fics, tell me about your day, ask questions about me (obviously not personnal information like my adress or boob size 😭), give me fic recs or send me your fics i will be happy to read them! ideas, shows and movies,etc. we can discuss anything really, there is no need to be shy and there is an anonymous option in the ask box for those who are really shy <3

ships i love: harumatsu, qingguang, kokoyae, kokoeimiko, kaebedo, dainkae, tamber, harlivy, emison, jikook/taekook/vminkook (only in fiction, i don't ship them in real life), namo/sanayeon/samoyeon (same i don't ship irl),

ships i like: kokoei, eimiko, jeanlisa, ninglan, mira harberg x laurie, choni, beidou x ganyu, posie, shenhe x yun jin, haleb, spoby, aria x men her age 🤨

ships i'm curious/would like to read about: chilumi, zhongli ships, lisa x la signora

[thats-immortality]

Don’t.

The day started like any other. The blonde woke up to a too early alarm blaring in a too cold bed. It’s so strange, the simple things in life that you miss when you no longer have them. Never did she think that she’d miss so wholeheartedly the warmth that another person gives. It’s something so simple, but when it’s gone, boy does it make all the difference.

Alison peeled the covers off of her body and quickly shoved her feet into some nearby slippers. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she reached over and grabbed her glasses. She tried her hardest not to immediately reach for her phone from her nightstand table, she really did. But she couldn’t help herself. She knew there would be nothing there, but she needed to check. If there was any possibility that a text or a missed phone call was waiting there for her, she didn’t want to miss it.

And just as expected, when she turned over her phone, the screen was blank. No phone call, no text message. Not even an Instagram like. She didn’t know how all this still suprised her, this had been her reality for weeks since moving to Beacon Heights. But yet, every morning when she woke up she was still stupidly hopeful. Hopeful that at one moment during the day, the person she missed most might just miss her too.

Another day, another complete silence. She didn’t know why she was surprised. The only time she ever heard from Emily anymore was when the girls were ready to FaceTime. She couldn’t believe her life was turning out this way. Another prime example of Ali having everything she could ever want in her life and the universe ripping it away from her without a moment’s notice.

She had just gotten back home from teaching her class and she decided that a hefty glass of wine was exactly what the doctor ordered. Screw the glass, it was a straight from the bottle kind of night. Just as she made herself comfortable on her couch and took a rather large slug from her bottle of red, she heard her phone ding from where it was on her coffee table.

She reached over and felt her heart start racing at the name that appeared on the screen.

Emily

Never did she think that a simple text from her wife would ensue such anxiety. She took a few deep breaths and another generous swig from the bottle in her hands before unlocking her phone and seeing what this was about. God, she hated this.

Emily: Hey. Are you busy?

Her first thought was the girls. She had been so busy these past couple of days, did she miss something? The guilt started to bubble up in her chest immediately. As if she didn’t already feel like a bad enough mother. 

Alison: No. I didn’t miss a FaceTime with G & L did I??

She nervously picked at the skin around her fingernails. A nervous tick she had had since she was a kid. She watched the typing bubbles pop up from Emily’s side of the conversation.

Emily: No! The girls are @ my mom’s tonight.

A sense of relief washed over Alison immediately. But not before her anxiety bubbled back up again. If this wasn’t about the girls, then what was this about?

She took another deep breath before replying again.

Alison: Oh yeah, I thought so. What’s up?

Alison glanced over at her desk. The torn open in a rage manila envelope laid there mocking her. She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself, breathing through the tears that were stinging the corners of her eyes. She was pulled out by her phone vibrating on her lap.

Emily: Just wanted to know if you could talk.

Ali glanced at her desk once more. That’s what this was about. She started typing out a reply, a jumble of words impacted by her rather large intake of wine in the passing hour. Just as she was ready to hit send, she felt her phone continiously vibrating in her hand. She was really this impatient, huh?

Ali took another deep breath before answering.

“Hey,” she started, glad her voice wasn’t as shaky as she thought it would be, “I was just typing back to you.”

“I know, but-” Emily stopped herself. Alison could tell she was hesitating to say something. Made sense though, Emily wasn’t always one for confrontation.

“But what?” Alison asked, maybe a little more bite in her tone than she intended.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” Emily said, her voice small.

Ali’s head was spinning, and not because of the copious amount of wine she had consumed.

“What?” she asked, pure conffusion in her voice.

“Did you sign the papers yet?” Emily blurted out.

“No,” Alison replied. What was going on?

“Don’t.”

“Emily,” Ali started, “What is going on?”

“I don’t want to divorce you. I don’t want to wake up in a world where I’m not married to you,” was all Emily could get out.

“Says the person who sent me divorce papers,” Alison bit back.

“I was hurt. And confused!” Emily tried to defend herself, but Ali was having none of it. 

“And this isn’t?!” Ali yelled, this was not fair. Why was Emily doing this?

“No, absolutely. You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just called you like this. This isn’t fair to you,” Emily said, her voice small again.

Ali took another deep breath and tried to center herself.

It was quiet for a moment, Alison had no idea what to say.

“Em,” Ali started, her voice was soft. She didn’t want to fight anymore.

“You can still sign them. If you want,” Emily said, the slightest crack in her voice that made tears spring immediately to Ali’s eyes. She hated when Emily cried, more than anything.

“Look, Em, I know that I’ve hurt you. Believe me, I know. But right now, I need you to be honest with me. What do you want? Because one minute you’re sending me divorce papers and wanting to figure out a custody arrangement for the kids and now you’re calling me and telling me that you still want me as your wife? Em, enough. What are we doing here?”

Emily didn’t answer right away, but when she did, it certainly was not what Alison was expecting to hear. But to be fair, she wasn’t expecting any of this tonight.

“Did you know that your smile is my favorite thing about you? I know, out of all the things about you, that seems like a pretty basic one to pick. But it is. I don’t know what it is about it but whenever I see it, everything else just goes away. My thoughts, my worries, my sadnesses, my fears. I could be worrying about everything under the sun and all I need to do is see you smile, and suddenly, that is all that matters about my life. Seeing you smile.”

“Emily,” Ali whispered, wiping at the tears falling down her face.

“I’ve been worried. About us, about the kids. But most of all, about if I’m making the right decisions here. I’ve been going back and forth about it for weeks, and I thought that sending you those papers would give me some clarity. I thought that when you sent them back, that everything would then feel right. But today, I was cleaning out my wallet and I found our photobooth pictures from when we took that weekend trip to Cape May a couple of years ago.”

Ali couldn’t help but smile reminiscing about the memories. She hated those photobooth pictures. She thought she looked awful in them, but for some reason, Emily loved them and she had carried them with her everywhere they went.

“Do you know why I love those pictures so much? Because you look so happy. And because I was the one who put that smile on your face. I found those pictures, and I looked at your big, bright, beautiful smile and everything else just melted away. And it got me thinking, I could not imagine waking up in a world where I didn’t get to see that smile every day of my life.”

Ali didn’t say anything again. She didn’t know what to say, she was just so stunned.

“I need you, Ali. To make it through this life and this harsh world. I know that I’ve been awful. And for that no apology will suffice. But I am truly sorry. With everything in me, I am sorry. And I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me, and if you can’t, I understand and I do not blame you.”

Alison didn’t answer for another minute. This was so much. But this was Emily. This was her Emily.

“The bed feels empty without you,” was all she could get herself to say before the tears consumed her.

“God, Ali, I’m so so sorry,” Emily said, hearing Alison’s sobs, “I’ve been so awful and I’ve been pushing you away. And I’ve been ruining our family. I’m an awful person.”

“You are not. Do you hear me?” Alison pulled herself together, “You are Emily Catherine DiLaurentis-Fields, you are the love of my life and you certainly are not an awful person. But Em, if we’re going to do this, you have to stop telling me to run and then blaming me for it. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to spend my life with you, and that is it.”

“I know. I know that, I do. I’ve lost you too many times in this life Alison, and I am not going to make it another one.”

“Well, I must admit I like the sound of that,” Alison said, a smile creeping up on her face.

“There’s that smile. I can hear it in your voice.”

Alison smiled wider.

“What do you say you and the girls come fly out here this weekend? You can see this smile in person.”

“Booking the flights as we speak.”

[soul-music-is-life]

I looooooooooooved the Drabble thnks so much

Aw, thanks for reading! It’s been such a long time since I’ve done one. I’m glad it was so well-received.

[shayspieterse]

do you any long emison fanfics or even one shots?? IM DESPERATE

i know that my mutuals @capn-charlie and @sashashay write amazing fanfics and drabbles and oneshots check them out !!! also, you can read empty gold on fanfiction.net (my personal fave)

[emisonreads-blog]

Emison Fic Rec

All Fics Are From ff.net. Wattpad fic rec coming coon

Completed Fics 

Mermaid by MysticalGoddessOfWords

Baby Mama by MissJJ32

Walk Of Life by amusingbutconfusing

Fractured by amusingbutconfusing

Endless Summer by HopelesslyDevotedToEmison

Gravity by ConflictedCalypso

Someone Different by ljee

Can’t You See Me by BrittzandTana

A Foreign Exchanged by aemstar

Trouvaille by AcquiredMadness

Duplicity by Rosemonster

Place Your Bet by alcrev

Ali’s Second Chance by TGHall

“A Series of One Shots” Fics:

What If (This Happened) by alcrev

Collection of Emison Oneshots & their kids by EmisonHeaven

Emison One Shots by WonderWoman2000

Fool For You by ConflictedCalypso

[capn-charlie]

Your Emison fics are the best! I've read everything and I constantly check for updates. Could you write a jealous angsty emison establishd oneshot or drabble where they do make up at end. Thank you and hope you're well.

Then it’s a good thing I update on time. :P Thanks for the support. Hope this drabble suffices:

“Did you have fun at your little after-meet party-thing?” Alison asks with a tint of venom laced in her words, not looking at Emily who walked through the front door merely thirty seconds ago.

A movie plays nearby as Alison “watches” from the couch ━ A.K.A. she’s been lost in her thoughts for over an hour now, staring blankly at the TV while ignoring the picture strewn across the screen.

“It was okay,” Emily treads cautiously, noting how Alison’s texts trailed off into short answers once she said that the swim team would be going out for a small, pizza-eating get-together after tonight’s meet.

“Hm,” the hum is short, leaving no room to continue the conversation as Emily looks around the room while weighing her options, afterwards deciding to nip the situation in the ass as she carefully walks over to the couch, sitting next to Alison who shifts.

“Did I do something?” the brunette waits for an answer, her features expectant.

“Nope. You’re totally fine.”

“You’re lying.”

“Am I, now?” Alison turns to her.

“Ali…”

“Was Paige there?” comes her sharp question, somewhat stunning Emily who doesn’t answer quick enough because, once she reacts with hesitation, the blonde shakes her head with an amused laugh.

“Let me guess…” she continues. “You two sat in a little booth all by yourselves while the team hung out. And I’m also going to guess that it was Paige’s idea.”

“What is your problem?” Emily frowns with a disbelieving tone. “I asked if you’d be okay if I went out. I wanted to come here instead of going somewhere else, but you didn’t seem to like that idea.”

“Don’t blame this on me,” Alison throws back.

The brunette takes a forced, deep breath, “I’m just saying… if you wanted me to come here earlier, you should’ve said so. You know I love spending time with you.”

“But you love spending time with her, too,” she deflects.

“Not like I love spending time with you,” Emily shakes her head hard, her voice holding conviction. “Not in that way.”

Alison shifts her jaw, remaining silent.

“God, Ali…” she rubs her lips together, bowing her head. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that I want to be with you? In every way.”

No answer.

“Please,” the word sounds like she’s begging, “tell me.”

“You two have so much history together━”

“Don’t do that,” Emily frowns severely. “Not again. This isn’t about my past, Alison. This is about you and me, right now.”

“I don’t know, okay?” her voice cracks, turning to the brunette. “Every time we get close, I feel like something bad’s going to happen, and…” the words die in her throat. “What if something bad does happen?”

“Then we’ll make it through. Like always.”

“And what if I mess up? Then what?” Alison swallows hard. “You can’t say that we’ll make it through if you end up with a broken heart.”

“Do you plan on breaking my heart?” Emily doesn’t seem upset; her tone is light and somewhat understanding, knowing that Alison isn’t trying to foreshadow events but that she has legit worries.

“No,” she looks down, “but I never really plan on anything that ends up actually happening.”

“Doesn’t that go for positive things, too?” the brunette asks, being faced by confused eyes that ask her to explain. “Did you plan on seeing me ever again? After I left for college.”

“Maybe in a while,” Alison sighs. “I wasn’t sure if you’d enjoy coming back to Rosewood.”

Emily makes a face, eyes darting around the room, “Yeah, it wasn’t the first stop on my planned road trip.”

Alison laughs, afterwards feeling guilty.

“I didn’t plan on you caring for me so much, after everything,” the blonde admits, watching Emily tilt her head before nodding slowly, almost as if she’s letting the words sink in.

“Any reason why?” Emily asks.

She shrugs, “Maybe I didn’t think I was worth your time or energy. Maybe I still don’t.”

“Well,” the brunette shifts closer, grabbing the other girl’s hand and entwining their fingers, “maybe you need to rethink a few things.”

Alison nods, more so to herself, before glancing in Emily’s direction to see the girl with a warm grin on her face, ultimately getting a mirrored expression from the blonde who giggles and nods more. After seconds, Alison looks away again, whispering, “I’m sorry,” and getting a quiet “It’s okay,” in response. Before more silence can build, Emily starts to chuckle to herself, earning a confused look from Alison who turns her head to see what the girl is laughing about.

“What?” Alison stares at her.

Emily stops giggling, seals her lips, and says, “And here I thought you’d mostly be angry because I didn’t bring you any pizza.”

[kadeena]

hey! Just wanted to ask you a quick question: do you have any favorite emison fics? Because I was thinking about writing one, and I just wanted to know if the idea was already used, thanks :)

Hey anon! Yes I do have favourite ones, but sadly I can't seem to find them anywhere anymore as I don't know what they're titled :( one of them is a oneshot with emison holding a whipped cream fight in their kitchen with their kids, it's adorable hahaha! I'm sorry that I can't help you out, but good luck on writing your fanfic! I'd love to read when it's done ❤

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #2

I was trying to peek at what my presents were, but you caught me.

Ali swiftly pulled up to her house, making sure to pay attention to whether or not any other cars were in her driveway. Thankfully, there weren't and she made her way to her front door.

She carefully unlocked it and stepped inside. The house was quiet, as it should be for the middle of the day, but just to make sure, she looked to see if any other jackets were hung up on the rack or any other sets of keys were sitting on their table near the door.

All clear, she thought.

"Babe?” she called out, just to triple check. When there was no answer, she had a silent victory and quickly took off her shoes and her coat. Throwing both of them on the floor and her keys landing somewhere on the table.

She made her way into their living room, and took a second to stare at the gorgeous tree that took them 4 hours to pick out, and all night to decorate because Emily wanted it to be just perfect.

Ali thought it was actually adorable how much effort Emily was willing to put in to make sure that this Christmas was everything anyone could ever want it to be.

Especially, when Emily kept saying that she was got Alison the most perfect Christmas present. Which actually was driving Alison a little insane. This was their first official Christmas together and Alison was all out of sorts.

She needed to know what it was that had Emily so excited to exchange gifts, and she needed to know now.

She told Emily she was doing some last minute shopping during their lunch break at work and she’d see her at the next period. Meaning she had approximately 45 minutes to try and find out what Emily bought her.

Thankfully, they had started putting presents under the tree last night as they were decorating, so Alison was hoping it wouldn’t be too much of a scavenger hunt to try and find hers.

She carefully moved out the meticulously wrapped presents for all their friends and family, being sure to remember exactly where they all were previously so she could put them back.

Just behind the new personalized sign they bought for Spencer and Toby’s new house, was a package, hidden just right. It wasn't too big, or too small. Alison carefully picked it up, taking a moment to run her fingers over Emily’s handwritten tag.

“To: The Love of my Life. Merry Christmas. xx”

The sentiment made her tear up, she still couldn’t believe that someone would ever describe her as being the love of their life. Let alone the girl that has had her heart for over a decade. Sometimes it still didn’t feel real.

Alison smiled and flipped the package over. She gave it a quick squeeze, but neither the weight nor the feeling was definitive of what the hell this thing could be.

She quickly slid her fingernails underneath one of the pieces of tape at the top, careful not to rip the paper.

“What are you doing?” came from behind her.

“Shit,” Alison thought to herself.

“Um,” Alison said, turning around to see Emily leaning up against the doorway of their living room, her infamous smirk on her face.

“Nothing, what are you doing?”

“Watching you try to sneak a peek at your presents,” Emily said, a chuckle escaping her.

“I was curious,” Alison said, putting her present back and standing up.

“I see that,” Emily said, laughing again.

“How did you even know I was home? I told you I was going shopping,” Alison asked, moving to lean up against the back of their couch.

“Because I know you,” Emily asked, moving towards Alison and putting her arms around her shoulders, “and you were eyeing up those presents all last night.”

“Just tell me what it is!” Alison pleaded, trying to put on her best puppy dog eyes.

This only caused Emily to laugh again, “Not a chance, babe. You have to wait for Christmas like all the other girls and boys.”

“I hate you,” Alison said, a smile pulling at the edges of her mouth.

“I know,” Emily said, kissing her forehead, “But you don’t like Christmas, and I am determined to make everyone from here on out perfect.”

Alison wound her arms tighter around Emily’s waist and pulled her closer, “Do you honestly think that any day spent with you would be less than perfect?”

Emily smiled and planted a sweet kiss to Alison’s lips.

“Come on,” Alison said, moving to stand up, “let’s go get some lunch.”

“Yes,” Emily said, taking Alison’s extended hand, “I’m starving.”

“Me too.”

“Oh,” Emily said, “and don’t expect that present to be there when we get home tonight. If you honestly think I’m gonna leave it there for your sticky fingers, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Alison rolled her eyes dramatically, “I really hate you.”

“I love you too, pumpkin.”

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #25

First Christmas Together

The house was quiet. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. The tree was lit and the house warm and toasty from the hours of baking cookies.

The brunette was putting the finishing touches on the house as a certain blonde was fast asleep in their bed. Emily worked swiftly practically all night to make sure every single detail was perfect. She had definitely outdone herself this year, and she made a mental note to pat herself on the back later for it.

It had just turned nine o’clock. She’d let her girlfriend sleep in, she didn’t get to do it very often. But the brunette couldn’t wait any longer. She softly crept into their bedroom, trying not to make too much noise. She paused to look at the blonde sleeping sweetly wrapped around Emily’s pillow. She always looked so peaceful when she was asleep, so angelic.

Emily carefully slid on to the bed next to her girlfriend, carefully moving the hair from Alison’s eyes and tracing the sides of her face with her fingertips. Alison started to stir immediately, and her eyes fluttered open. The smile Emily was met with when Alison registered who was in front of her was enough to make Emily’s heart burst right out of her chest.

“Wake up babe,” Emily said softly, “It’s Christmas.”

Alison pressed a soft kiss to Emily’s fingertips. 

“Is it?” she asked sarcastically.

“It is!” Emily said, excitedly, “Come on. You have to come see all that Santa brought.”

Alison giggled softly and let Emily pull her, literally, out of bed. Emily took her hand and led her into the living room.

The breath was sucked right out of Alison’s lungs at the sight of their house. It was as if overnight their entire house had been transformed into their very own Christmas village. There was actually snow, well albeit fake snow, but snow nonetheless.

Every inch was decorated with every kind of decoration you could imagine. Their tree shined brightly and the ornaments glimmered in the sunlight. There was a fire roaring in their fireplace and the most amazing breakfast spread laid out on their coffee table.

And let’s not forget the mountain of presents under the tree.

“Em,” Alison said, tears welling up in her eyes.

Emily came up behind Alison and wrapped her arms around Alison’s waist, holding her tightly against her chest. Emily pressed a kiss to Alison’s neck and rested her head on her shoulder.

“When did you do all this?” Alison asked, turning in Emily’s arms to face her.

“I might have been up all night,” Emily said, averting Alison’s eyes.

“Babe!” Alison yelled, laughing slightly.

“And I’d do it again and again every single year. As long as it means seeing that same smile on your face. You’ve never liked Christmas, because you never had a good one. But I’m here now, every day and for every Christmas. Forever. It took us longer than both of us would have liked to get to this place with each other, so I am not going to waste anymore time to make you ridiculously happy. By doing whatever I need to.” “It is ridiculous how much I love you,” Alison said, tears streaming down her face.

“The feeling is mutual,” Emily said, pressing a kiss to Alison’s lips.

“You’ll always be the best Christmas present I’ll ever get,” Alison said when she pulled away.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” Emily said.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

and a very merry christmas & happy holidays to all of you. i hope you all enjoyed 25 days of emison. it was so much fun to do for you guys & i hope to make a repeat next year. hopefully we’ll get some emison in the perfectionists. all my love xx

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #10

Wrapping Presents

“Babe!” Emily called from the living room, “Come in here. I wanna get started on the wrapping before we go pick up the kids from my moms.”

“Ugh,” Alison said, coming to sit next to Emily on the floor. “I hate wrapping. Can’t we just put all these in bags or something?” Alison asked, motioning to the mountain of presents on the floor.

Emily gasped, very dramatically. This made Alison start to giggle.

“No. We cannot just put this in bags. Are you crazy?” Emily asked.

“But I hate wrapping,” Alison said, whining like a 5-year-old and flopping her head back against the the couch cushions.

“Only because you’re terrible at it,” Emily remarked, ducking her head and starting to laugh.

“You know,” Alison started, moving to get up, “you can do all of this yourself.”

“No,” Emily said, quickly reaching for Alison’s hand and stilling her movements, “I want your help.”

“Fine,” Alison said, moving to sit down again, “but only because you’re cute.”

Emily blushed, and handed Alison a present and some scissors.

Alison started to wrap the small box that Emily handed her. The second she started, Emily knew that this was a disaster in the making.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’m gonna stop you right there,” Emily said, moving to carefully remove the tape and scissors from Alison’s hands.

“You know I’m not good at this,” Alison laughed.

“Come here,” Emily said, spreading her legs and motioning for Alison to sit in between them. Her back to Emily’s front.

“It’s easy. Let me show you how to do it. You’re gonna learn from the master,” Emily said, grabbing the wrapping paper from behind her.

“Show me your ways,” Alison said, giggling yet again.

“Maybe later,” Emily said, winking at Alison.

“Okay, so,” Emily said, laying out the paper in front of Alison, “cut here and here.”

Alison did just that.

“Fold here and tape there.”

Alison followed.

“Now, fold in the corners like this. Here, you do the other side.”

Alison copied Emily’s movements exactly. The look of concentration hard on her face. Emily reached up to move a chunk of hair from Alison’s neck and she kissed it softly.

“Okay, good. Now fold that end up and the other down. And tape there.”

“Okay, now the other side?” Alison asked.

“Yup.”

Alison folded and taped the other side and it came out, well, perfectly.

“Babe, thats perfect.”

“Liar,” Alison laughed, placing the last piece of tape.

“I’m not! It’s really good. I’m proud of you!”

“Is it really that good?” Alison asked, checking out her work again.

“Yes! You’ll be a pro at this after all,” Emily said, handing Alison a tag.

“I never had to do this kind of stuff,” Alison said, filling out the to and from.

“What do you mean?” Emily said.

Alison turned slightly so they could look at each other, “Wrapping presents wasn’t a thing in my family. Jessica always had everything sent out to be wrapped, and Kenneth just threw everything in a bag. So I never learned how to do this. I never had to.”

Emily could see the emotions running through Alison’s mind. She wrapped her arms tighter around Alison’s waist.

“There was a lot of things I never got to do. I missed out on so much,” Alison said, batting the tears from her eyes.

Emily quickly grabbed Alison’s face and kissed her sweetly.

“Well, you’re never going to miss out on anything else. Everything you want to experience, everything you want to do. You will do it. I promise you that.”

Alison leaned forward to kiss Emily again, “Thank you.”

“Especially when it comes to all things Christmas. You know that I’m all about that,” Emily smiled at her.

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #20

Eggnog

Alison loved eggnog. Like loved it. She waited all year long until it hit the shelves and she shamelessly bought all the cartons she could get her hands on. She had even started dabbling with making her own but she could never find a recipe that was just right.

Personally, she had liked her eggnog with rum. Something about the rich taste and the way it made her feel all warm inside was what Christmas was all about.

It had become a staple in their house, making sure that throughout the month of December, it was always stocked in the fridge. Her and Emily had been known to share a glass or two at the end of long days and on the weekends. It was their thing, and a practice that they were both very fond of.

xXx

They were at Hanna and Caleb’s annual Christmas party. All the couples got together, reconnected, reminisced, had a few drinks and exchanged presents. It was something they all had looked forward to every year.

The majority of their activities had already been crossed off the to-do list, so now it was just everyone relaxing around a fire and enjoying a nice couple of drinks.

Alison was feeling good. She really, really, loved eggnog. She didn’t know what number glass she was on, she honestly had stopped counting after 3. All she knew was that she was around everyone she loved, she was having a great time, and she was feeling amazing.

“Hey you,” Emily said, finding Alison on the couch.

Alison gasped when she spotted Emily. “Hi!” she said, very dramatically.

Emily knew immediately that her decision to not drink tonight had been the right one.

“How are you feeling?” Emily said, putting her arm around Alison’s shoulders.

“Amazing,” Alison said, smiling sweetly.

“Good,” Emily laughed, pressing a kiss to Alison’s forehead.

“Hey,” Alison said, turning to look at Emily’s face.

“Hmm?”

“Have I ever told you that you’re really, really pretty?” Alison asked, her words slurring ever so slightly.

“I think you’ve mentioned it before,” Emily said, smiling brightly. Alison really was adorable when she was drunk.

“Okay good,” Alison said, her head flopping down against Emily’s shoulder.

They stayed like this for a few moments, their arms wrapped around each other, everyone they love around. It was bliss.

Alison moved her head, staring at Emily again. Her face very serious.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, her voice steady and serious.

“Of course,” Emily said, reaching to move a chunk of hair from Alison’s face.

“I have a crush on you,” Alison said, looking at Emily admiringly.

Emily smiled sweetly. There really no words to describe how much she loved this woman.

“Well, I guess it’s lucky for you that you get to go home with me,” Emily said.

“Really?” Alison asked, “That’s like the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Emily laughed again and moved to pull Alison to her feet. They said their goodbyes and walked out to their car. It was past someone’s bedtime.

Alison slept pretty much the whole ride home, she had finally surrendered to the alcohol. Emily was able to get her inside and into bed without a problem, gently tucking her in and making sure she was comfortable. A few moments later, the brunette climbed in bed beside the blonde, and Alison immediately turned into Emily’s side, wrapping her arms around Emily’s middle.

“I get to marry you one day,” she heard Alison say softly, “that’s so cool.”

Emily smiled again, and kissed Alison’s cheek. Sleep took her a few moments later.

The morning came before either of them were ready. Emily felt Alison stir against her and opened her eyes to see sweet, blue eyes looking back up at her.

“Did I tell you last night that I had a crush on you?” she asked.

Emily laughed loudly.

“And that I’m really, really pretty,” Emily said, trying her best to reenact Alison’s drunken tone from the night before.

“Ugh, I’m never drinking again,” Alison said, burrowing her face into Emily’s neck.

“We both know you’ll never say no to a glass of eggnog,” Emily said, pulling the covers tighter around the both of them.

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #13

Matching Christmas Sweaters

“Girls! Hurry up! Your mom is going to be home any minute,” Emily called up the stairs to her twins.

“We’re coming!” Lily yelled down to Emily.

“Come here, Wayne,” Emily said, bending down to pick up the grabby 2-year-old from where he was playing on the floor. She quickly helped him stand up and straightened out his clothes.

Alison had been having a particularly bad day at work. She was dealing with a bunch of attitude ridden teenagers who just wanted to end start their Christmas break. She had had a disgustingly long department meeting that really made her consider ripping out her own eyelashes. And a mountain of paperwork and papers to grade before the semesters end. 

Emily knew immediately that she needed to do something to cheer Alison up, and she had just the plan. She had been waiting until Christmas morning for this particular surprise, but it was as good a time as any. She’d grabbed the boxes from the attic and dispersed them accordingly to the family, instructed the girls to go upstairs at once and get changed.

Emily quickly ran around the house and plugged in all the lights and the tree. She already had a fire lit in their living room and Christmas music playing all throughout the house, all waiting for Alison’s arrival.

The twins came barreling down the stairs a few moments later, looking adorable as ever. Especially with their added Santa hats.

“Good idea girls! Why didn’t I think of that?” Emily said.

“Here,” Grace said, “We grabbed the rest.”

“You two are the best,” Emily said, putting Wayne’s on.

A few seconds later, they heard the beep of a car locking.

“Come on, everyone get ready!” Emily said. Everyone getting into position in front of the fire.

“Hello?” Alison called from the front door, “Where is everyone?”

“In here, Mommy!” Lily yelled, giggling excitedly.

Alison crossed into the living room and immediately burst out into laughter.

“What’s all this?” she asked, crossing over to take a look at everyone. She first spotted Emily’s red Christmas sweater. In white embroidered letters it said “Santa Mama.” And all three kids had matching sweaters that all said “Santa Baby” on them.

“Well,” Emily said, crossing over to Alison, “we knew you weren’t having the best day at work, so we wanted to surprise you. I’ve had these for weeks.”

“This is amazing. You are amazing,” Alison said, wrapping her arms around Emily’s waist and kissing her soundly.

“Here, mommy!” Grace said, walking over and holding up another red sweater.

“Is this one mine?” Alison asked.

“Yeah!” Lily said, “Go put it on!”

Alison opened the sweater, hers said “Santa Mommy.”

“These are awesome! I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, Alison came back all changed into her new sweater, and joined Emily and the kids on the floor where they were sitting by the fire.

“You really like it?” Emily asked, moving a chunk of hair from Alison’s face.

“Are you kidding? I love it. And you. Thank you for always doing the most ridiculous things to make me laugh,” Alison said, grabbing hold of Emily’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I promised you I always would,” Emily said, leaning in to give Alison a quick kiss.

“Don’t forget your hat, mommy!” Grace said.

“How could I ever?” Alison said, quickly putting on her Santa hat, officially matching the rest of the 

family.

“Come on,” Emily said, reaching for her phone, “Let’s take a photo!”

She quickly leaned it up against a stack of books on their coffee table and started the timer. The whole family grouped together and put on their best smiles. This quickly became one of their all time favorite photos, and a new Christmas tradition they’d have for many, many years to come.

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #3 (this is a long one lmao)

I haven’t seen you in years and you showed up to my family’s Christmas party, I still love you.

Sometimes you fall in love with the most unexpected person. Sometimes it’s your worst enemy. Sometimes it’s a complete stranger. Sometimes it’s someone you’ve known for years. Sometimes it’s your best friend.

Sometimes it works out.

And sometimes it doesn't.

Sometimes you go your separate ways, peacefully, lovingly. Sometimes you run into each other every couple of months, you catch up and say “see you later.”

And sometimes you don’t see them for years. Or ever again.

Sometimes they never cross your mind. And sometimes, they’re all you can ever think about.

The way they walked, the feeling of their arms wrapped around you, the smell of their shampoo as they walked by, the warmth of their hand in yours. All of those thoughts and feelings replay year after year, month after month, like it’s burned into your soul.

Sometimes you find your way back. And maybe, sometimes, it actually works.

xXx

Alison DiLaurentis was a classic in the town of Rosewood, everyone knew her name, some new her story, but only one person every truly knew her.

She didn’t let herself open up to anyone, it was too hard, and she learned too well that you only ever get hurt.

But sometimes, she wanted to pick up that phone, and dial the number that she would never admit she still knew by heart and listen to the smooth voice of only one person.

But she never did.

It was December, one of her favorite times of the year. The air was cold and crisp. The grass crunched under the sound of her boots from the overnight frost. And you could just smell the snow in the atmosphere working it’s way to her small little town.

“Hopefully we’ll have a white Christmas this year,” she thought to herself as she crossed the threshold into her house. The warm, toasty air enveloped her like a hug the second she walked in. And the various smells that came from her kitchen had her stomach growling immediately.

Tonight was her family’s infamous Christmas bash, and her mom had spent the better part of the past two days slaving over all the appetizers, courses, and deserts for this evening. Alison had even found her asleep at the kitchen table earlier that morning.

She went inside to go see if her mom needed any help, and waited with baited breath for what this evening had in store. There was always an unplanned surprise that came crashing in at this party, and Alison surely was not prepared for hers.

xXx

Some three hours later the house was decorated, the food all splayed out on the dining room table, and the rooms filled to the brim with guests. Alison secretly loved this party, it was the only time that she would see all her friends and family. And she relished in the one night where everyone she loved was in just one room.

Well, not everyone.

Just as she was berating herself for thinking about the one person she told herself she wouldn’t tonight, came a knock at her door.

“I’ll get it,” she yelled to no one in particular, and straightened her dress as she made her way to the front door. She made sure to check her hair quickly in the mirror before greeting her newly arrived guest.

Just as Alison opened the front door, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. She was met with a face she hadn’t seen in almost 5 years, and yet she felt like she was 15 years old all over again, giddily in love with her best friend.

“Hey, you,” the voice said, “long time, no see.”

“Oh, my God,” Alison said, trying fiercely to stop the tears flow from her eyes.

“She’s even more beautiful than I remember,” Alison thought to herself.

“Merry Christmas, Ali,” the voice said, “Can I come in? It’s freezing out here.”

“Absolutely!” Alison said, moving out of the way, “What are you doing here?”

They quickly pulled each other into a hug, one that lasted both too long, and not long enough. Alison immediately felt sick again at the feeling of those arms wrapped around her, a feeling she never thought she’d feel again as long as she lived.

“My family came back east for the holidays, and my mom ran into yours at the market and invited us. My parents are with my grandma tonight, so I thought I’d just come. Is that okay?”

“Are you kidding?” Alison said, “It’s more than okay! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were coming back.”

It wasn’t exactly like they talked much anymore, if at all. But still, she always promised to keep Alison up to date.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

Alison’s heart skipped a beat, and without words she invited the girl inside. This night was definitely going to be an interesting one.

A few hours later, after many reunions and many plates of food later, Alison was found sitting alone on the couch in her living room.

“Can I sit?”

“Of course,” Alison said, moving over.

“I forgot how good of a cook your mom was.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her you said so.”

It was silent for a moment, but Alison couldn’t bite her tongue any longer.

“Emily, why are you here?”

“I told you,” Emily said, “Our moms ran into each other and-” “No,” Alison said, “Why are you here?”

Emily took a deep breath, “I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” Alison asked, “It’s been 5 years, Em.” “You don’t think I know that? I just couldn’t fathom coming back here and not seeing you.”

“So what now? You’re just gonna leave again and I won't see you for another 5 years?” Alison asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Actually, no.” Emily said. Alison’s eyes immediately shot up to meet hers, “I was planning on telling you later, but I’m moving back here. I got a job up in the city.”

“Are you serious?”

“I start after the new year.”

“Well, congratulations,” Alison said, “that’s amazing.”

“I’m sorry for leaving, you know that I didn’t want to,” Emily said, her eyes welling with tears this time.

“I know. But Em, I have to be honest. You can’t just walk into my life again. I can’t just be your best friend again and act like we never had anything.”

“I don’t want you to do that,” Emily said.

“So what do you want?” Alison asked, her voice raw with pain.

“You.”

Alison’s eyes searched Emily’s fiercely. Her head was spinning.

“But I also know that I’ve hurt you, badly. And I think about that and regret it every single day of my life. And I will never be able to apologize enough to you. But I have thought about you every day since I left, and I never want to spend another day without you by my side. You’re the love of my life, Ali. You always have been.”

Alison felt a tear roll down her cheek, she had never expected her day to pan out like this. She reached up and rubbed her thumb against Emily’s cheek, before carefully pulling her closer, their lips meeting ever so softly. Alison pulled away first but pressed her forehead against Emily’s.

“So, I guess you still love me.”

“I don’t think I ever stopped.”

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #8

Christmas Gifts

It was noon, the house was quiet. There was wrapping paper in every corner of the living room. All three kids were fast asleep on the couch, all tuckered out from the Christmas morning excitement and all their new toys.

Emily and Alison were enjoying a nice, quiet, cup of coffee in their kitchen. Relishing in the last few moments of peace before they started cleaning up and preparing for all the company that was to show up within just a few short hours.

“So,” Emily said, drawing circles on Alison’s palm, “I think we can safely say we gave the kids a successful Christmas.” “We most definitely did. They were so excited to give you their presents,” Alison said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I never knew how much I needed a macaroni frame until today,” Emily said, laughing slightly.

“And don’t forget your personalized key lanyard,” Alison added.

“How could I ever?”

“Well, since they’re asleep, I wanna give you your present.”

“You read my mind, babe.”

A few moments later, they returned to their table, presents in hand.

“You open first,” Emily said, pushing a small box towards her.

Alison carefully unwrapped the paper and saw a jewelry box. She opened it tentatively, and her breath caught in her throat at the beautiful necklace inside. Two small hearts, each made from a different stone, connected at the end, glimmered back up at her.

“The one is a pearl and the other is topaz. It’s our birthstones. I wanted them connecting so you know that my heart, is always with yours.”

“Babe,” Alison said, her voice thick with tears, “this is beautiful. I love it so much. Thank you.”

Alison leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to Emily’s lips.

“You’re very welcome,” Emily said, leaning over to help Alison latch the clasp.

“Okay, my turn,” Alison said, moving around to pick up the rather large package from behind her.

Emily opened the wrapping to find a frame. Inside was a print of a constellations, underneath it had a caption of, “The best night of my life.”

“This,” Alison started, “is a constellation map. It’s what the sky looked like on the night that I told you I loved you. I always say that there was something in the air that night, and that the stars have always brought me back to you. And it’s a night I never want to forget, because it truly was the best night of my life. It brought me to my soulmate.”

“Baby,” Emily said, it was turn for her voice to be thick with tears. She immediately reached for Alison, kissing her soundly. “This is amazing. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it,” Alison said, smiling and playing with her new necklace.

“I love it. And you.”

“Merry Christmas, babe,” Alison said.

“Merry Christmas,” Emily said, leaning into kiss Alison once again.

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #19

Tree Decorating

“Babe,” Alison called from their attic stairs.

“Yeah?” she heard Emily yell from downstairs.

“Can you come up here and help me with these boxes?”

Alison heard the sound of footsteps up behind her a few seconds later.

“Whoa,” Emily said when she stumbled upon the mountain of boxes in their upstairs hallway.

“Grab a box,” Alison said, 3 boxes in her arms, making her way down the stairs.

“What is all this stuff?” Emily asked.

“Mostly ornaments.” “These are all ornaments?” Emily felt like she had just teleported to the North Pole.

“Yeah,” Alison said, bending down to put down the boxes and start unpacking it all.

“And we’re gonna use all of these?” Emily asked, her face lit up at all the red and green shining back at her.

“If you want to,” Alison said, moving to open another box.

“This is, like, the best day ever!” Emily exclaimed, a giddy smile on her face.

Alison couldn’t help but giggle at Emily. She loved more than anything to make Emily happy, and especially when it came to Christmas time.

“Well, come on! We have a huge tree to decorate.”

They had picked it out and put it up last night. Emily was absolutely adorable when it came to this stuff. She had practically jumped out of the car while it was still moving and was running around the entire nursery. She had found the tree before Alison had even put the car in park. Seeing Emily so happy and excited made Alison feel all warm and fuzzy inside. However cheesy that may sound, it was the truth.

Alison was never one for Christmas, but with Emily, everything changed. Emily was her light, in every situation. She felt like she was living a new life.

They had already put the lights on that morning, so now all the gigantic tree needed was ornaments.

“Ali, these are gorgeous,” Emily said.

“Yeah, my mom had good taste. I’m glad she saved all this stuff.” “Me too!”

One by one they started decorating the tree, strategizing where things would look best and moving around the ornaments when the other wasn’t looking.

“Are there anymore?” Emily asked, running her fingers over an ornament with Ali’s baby picture on it.

“Actually, yeah. There’s one more box,” Ali said, moving to their bedroom. She came back with an older box, it had definitely been used and abused. It had been loved.

Emily hadn’t spotted the box yet, she was too busy being enamored by all the fancy ornaments. Emily hung up the ornament that was in her hands and moved over to start on the box that Ali had just brought out. But she paused her motions the second she spotted it.

“Ali,” was all she could say.

“I ran over to your mom’s yesterday during our lunch break and picked these up.”

The box was a box of Emily’s childhood ornaments. Ones that they put on the tree every single year without fail.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Emily said, batting the tears from her eyes.

“Of course I did. This is our first Christmas together. The first of many. And I wanted all of this to be a reflection of the both of us. That tree is gonna be our lives coming together. Forever. And I know how much you love Christmas and I knew that it would mean a lot to you for you to have these on our tree.”

The way Emily was looking at Alison right now was enough to make someone’s heart stop. Emily had no idea how she got so lucky.

“There aren’t even enough words to describe how much I love you,” Emily said, leaning over to press a kiss to Alison’s lips.

“I wanted to make this special for you. For us.”

“And for every Christmas to come.” “I promise you that,” Alison said, moving to start pulling out ornaments.

[thats-immortality]

25 Days of Emison

Day #17

you might be seeing this again...

Stuck at the Airport on Christmas Eve

The snowstorm came in barreling in like a bat out of hell. All the news stations said it was only going to be flurries, an inch at most. But now here she was, stuck at the airport on Christmas Eve. All incoming and outgoing flights were being postponed until further notice. And the previous 1 inch had turned into a 6 inch blizzard, you couldn’t even see your hand right in front of your face.

She was supposed to be flying home for Christmas. She had some last minute papers to grade and this was the only flight out left for her to take and her family was expecting her. But now with this damn blizzard, she was stuck in the airport overnight with no prospects of getting to her family’s house anytime soon. She was never one for Christmas, but this year she had really wanted to try, and now even that was up in flames.

The blonde tried to pass the time, she played games on her phone until it died, read until her eyes started going cross-eyed and even tried more than once to work on the book idea that had been circling her brain for months. But nothing was helping to get through the night.

Everyone around her was asleep, so it wasn't even like she could talk to someone. She decided to go for a bit of a walk, maybe that would help clear her mind and make the night go a little bit faster. She walked through as many terminals and gates that she could get through. Past all of the closed stores and restaurants. She was bored out of her skull.

“God, I’d kill for a cup of coffee right now,” she heard come from behind her. She turned around to see a thin, goddess looking, tanned brunette sat at a nearby table. She looked just as shocked that she spoke out loud as the blonde was to hear it.

“Did I say that out loud?” The brunette asked, looking slightly mortified.

The blonde laughed, “You did.”

“I’ve been in this airport too long. I’ve officially started going crazy.”

“Yeah, cabin fever can do that to you,” the blonde said, unable to peel her eyes off of the beauty looking back at her.

“I’m Emily, by the way,” the brunette said, standing up and crossing over to the blonde.

“I’m Alison,” the blonde said, smiling sweetly.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alison. Though I wish it was under better circumstances,” Emily laughed.

“Ugh,” Alison groaned, “I can’t believe we’re gonna be stuck here all night. Where are you off too?”

“Pennsylvania. Visiting some family for the holidays.”

“What a coincidence. Me too,” Alison said. She was never one to believe in fate, but she certainly wouldn’t complain about spending the next however many hours with someone who looked like that.

“No way,” Emily said, “Well, then would you like to keep me company? I really think I might start going insane and start eating my hair or something.”

Alison laughed wholeheartedly, “I’d love to. Would you like to join me on the rest of my walk?”

“Absolutely,” Emily said. And the two started walking towards nowhere. A nice, comfortable silence between the two of them.

“So,” Emily started, “tell me something about yourself. Seeing as we’re gonna be spending the whole night together and you haven’t even taken me out to dinner.”

Alison laughed again. This girl could make her laugh, like really laugh. That wasn't easy, but yet here Alison was, laughing like an idiot.

“What do you want to know?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” Emily said, “Anything. Everything.”

“20 questions?” She asked, feeling her heart beat faster and faster with every passing second.

“Okay. Any siblings?”

“Yes. An older brother, Jason,” Alison stated, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue. Like the ocean. Favorite book?”

“Lolita. Read it in high school and it’s been my favorite ever since. I love it. Favorite holiday?” Alison asked.

“This one,” Emily stated, looking at the floor, her face immediately falling.

“Oh, my God,” Alison said, putting her hand on Emily’s arm, “I’m so sorry. You’re stuck here all night.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. And this isn't so bad,” Emily said, smiling at Alison.

“No, this isn't bad at all,” Alison said, blushing slightly. Now she was blushing! What was happening to her?

…to be continued