#emison prompts

[soul-music-is-life]

I was wondering if there was a specific reason as to why in your prompts Ali is never really happy to be pregnant with Sam? Just wondering I love you

Oh, she’s not unhappy. She’s pregnant, moody, and hormonal. Pregnancy is maybe like...20% glamour. The rest of it is having arguments with the unborn child and poking at growing body parts and being really hungry for random things.

For the most part, my version of her character in the prompts will always have a bitchy bite. She was never the sappy maternal type, though she loves in her own way. And her own way is sarcasm when she has a little human growing inside of her kicking her bladder every 20 minutes and also having to deal with two teenage girls constantly getting into trouble. She’s a mom.

Motherhood is chaos. But the best kind of chaos.

[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

[user-birthdaycake14]

EMISON PROMPT for anyone who is interested:

song fic: boyfriend by dove cameron

lyrics: "I can't believe we're finally alone I can't believe I almost went home What are the chances everyone's dancing And he's not with you?

The universe must have divined this What am I gonna do

Not grab your wrist?

I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit

Thinkin' I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman Plus all my clothes would fit

I could be a better boyfriend I don't need to tell you twice All the ways he can't suffice If I could give you some advice I would leave with me tonight"

story: canon time jump. but no more A. no cece. alison is dating someone guy (elliot, lorenzo, original character). the relationship is fine and alison thinks he's who she wants but emily disagrees.

and take it from there....

one shot or multi-chapter

smut is not a necessity unless you feel like writing it

*i would love it if multiple writers took a shot on their version of this but fingers crossed at lease one does*

*i prefer ao3 & fanfiction.net but if anyone writers this than idc where you upload it just let me know*

[supercorp-shipper]

Emison Prompts

Emily gets shot in 4x24 instead of Ezra.

Emily gets shot instead of Spencer in 7x10 then do another Part 2 where Emily's in the hospital and such.

Ali and Emily have sex in 5x05. Ali decides to tease Emily after saying she guesses she was right, Emily is shy on the streets, and sexy in the sheets. Emily becomes all bashful.

Ali and Emily have sex at the Kissing Rock in 7x18. Ali decides to tease Emily saying she guesses she was right all those years ago. Emily is shy on the streets and sexy in the sheets. Cue flustered Emily.

Emily has a huge crush bordering on being in love with Alison. She has been doodling Alison’s face and her initials mixed with her own in one of her school notebooks. Ali asks to borrow one of her notebooks for notes she missed and Emily accidentally gives her the one with the doodles. Emily can’t let Ali find out Emily loves her. But we all know she will. Flustered Emily, confident Alison, and of course kisses and smut (if you want).

Emily has a sex dream about Alison and Alison finds out since Emily is sleeping over at her house and they’re sharing a bed. ;)

Alison has to use Emily’s phone and sees a tab open with the search result of “How to tell if you’re in love with your best friend.” Flustered and nervous Emily. Could be set in Season 5, 6, or 7. Or an AU where Alison never disappears!

Alison saves Emily from Ben in the locker room. Emily is still secretly in love with Alison and Alison knows, but Emily doesn’t really think she does.

Alison is there for Emily as she deals with PTSD from the Dollhouse.

Emily has a sex dream about Alison while Alison is sleeping over. Emily is flustered and embarrassed af because she’s in love with Alison and doesn’t know that Alison knows already. Sexy times ensue. Alison in control. ;)

Alison teaches Emily how to get herself off. Basically the conversation takes a turn and Emily stutters to tell Alison that she’s never touched herself before and doesn’t know how to. Alison decides to show Emily. Emily has her back to Alison’s chest for this. Obviously sexy times ensue and feelings arise. Emily has a huge crush on Alison.

Supergirl/Pretty Little Liars crossover. This just came to me. Team Supergirl accidentally wind-up in the PLL universe where they are only comic book characters. They come into play right as Alison is being arrested. Brainy being a 12th Level Intellect and know things and the probability of certain things happening. He tells Tanner there’s a 99.99% chance that Alison didn’t kill Mona. The other Liars don’t believe him. Everyone’s confused who Team Supergirl are. And yeah it could go from there. I just thought this would be a great story that would be really entertaining. Lol.

Emily gets her wisdom teeth removed and Alison is there to hear all of her drugged up thoughts, including Emily revealing that she’s in love with Alison. Maybe have the aftermath when Emily is coherent. Of course Emison endgame but not without flustered and embarrassed Emily and teasing and confident Alison.

Emily has Hanahaki Disease (you cough up flowers because of unrequited love and can die if the one you love doesn’t love you back). She’s in love with Alison. The girls and Alison don’t know. Maybe Hanna finds out about Emily’s disease. It’s a bit angsty, but also fluffy and smutty. Obviously a happy ending! Emily ain’t going to die!

Emily and Alison are watching their twin teenage daughters play around and Alison asks Emily if she ever pictured having a family with her when they were younger. Cue a little bit flustered Emily. We all know the answer is yes. (This is also in the Family Prompts)

Emily and Alison are out having lunch (as friends) when the topic of boys comes up. Alison asks Emily if she likes anyone. Emily blushes and looks away and mumbles out a maybe. Alison tried to prod more information out of Emily, but to no avail. Later that day, Emily goes to Alison house and tells her that she has a secret and she can’t keep hiding it. She tells Alison the person she has a crush on is her. She blurts everything out with tears in her eyes and when Alison doesn’t say anything, Emily runs away (to the Kissing Rock). Alison chases after her. They talk, Emily blushes even more. And then they kiss! (Alison never disappears).

Alison catches Emily watching porn. Flustered Emily!

Alison finds Emily’s porn stash. Flustered Emily!

The bench scene in 7x08. Maybe instead of Emily telling Ali what’s going on, Ali has to pry it from her. Shy and nervous Emily.

Emily has a sex dream about Alison and gets flustered around Alison because she keeps thinking about it and how Alison was taking her in her dream. Alison notices Emily being weird and asks her about it. Emily tries to get out of the conversation. Alison corners her at her house. Emily gives up and embarrassingly tells Alison. Maybe some tears because Emily feels ashamed? But we all know this ends in sexy times. Alison taking Emily. ;)

Emily tells Ali about the Dollhouse.

Emily gets hurt by –A and the girls try to save her.

Instead of Emily breaking down about the Dollhouse in front of her mom in 6x02, Emily breaks down in front of Ali.

Emily tells Ali that Ben tried to force himself onto her. Set in Season 5, 6, or 7.

Set in 7x05 when Emily tells Ali she had a date when Ali comes to Lucas’ loft to talk to Emily and Aria. Cue jealous Ali, because hello, she was definitely jealous in that scene. (Also, I like how they kinda talked about Emily dating. Ali and Emily haven’t really talked about Emily dating girls because of the fact of underlying feelings they have for each other so this scene was kinda nice.)

Emily is being teased for being gay and Ali stands up for her. (Ali is still the Queen Bee, Ali didn’t disappear, and Emily is in love with Ali, but hasn’t said anything.)

Emily tells Ali that -A (Mona) ruined her chances of swimming in college. Set in Season 5, 6, or 7.

Right after Ali and Emily have sex at the Kissing Rock, Ali brings back the iconic, “shy on the streets, sexy in the sheets,” line. Maybe Ali admits to Emily that she was jealous. And then she shows Emily that Emily is hers. ;)

Ali and Emily talk about the night they slept together in high school. This could be set in Season 6B or Season 7.

–A or A.D. hurts Emily and Ali takes care of her.

After Emily gets hurt after almost getting run over by A.D. driving a truck, Ali takes care of her.

Emily tells Ali how she came out and how it was more of a forceful coming out when Wilden outed her. This could be set in Season 5, 6, or 7.

Emily tells Ali about how Ben tried to force her to have sex. This could be set in Season 5, 6, or 7.

Alison finds out about Emily donating her eggs. (More scenes then what we got in the episode. We all know Emily’s heart was fluttering because Ali was with her. ;))

Emily goes into work early to swim a little before she coaches and Alison had to go in early to correct some tests and then she goes to watch Emily. Emily hurts herself swimming and Ali helps her. Maybe Emily has to take her suit off or roll it down? Set after 7x10.

7x08 bench scene. Maybe change it up a bit? Make it longer and have them go to one of their houses after? Nervous Emily, because she was totally nervous in that scene.

Emily has a sex dream about Ali. She gets all flustered and jumpy around Ali and Ali and the girls notice. Set in Season 5, 6, or 7.

Ali uses a strap on Emily. This is the first time Emily’s used something like this. Could be set in Season 5, 6, or 7.

Emily accidentally blurts out that she loves Ali and then runs away because she’s scared. (This could be in front of Ali and the other girls, or just Ali.) Ali knows the one place Emily would go; the Kissing Rock.

Alison and Emily are having a sleepover when a sex scene comes on in the movie their watching. One of the girls is pleasing herself while the other girl watches occasionally pleasing the other girl also. Emily is blushing and nervous because she is beyond aroused from watching and she has a major crush on Alison. Alison then asks Emily if she's ever touched herself. When Emily stutters out no while blushing fiercely, Alison smirks and tells her she's going to teach her. Emily is not blushing a fierce red and is nervous as hell. Alison wants Emily to touch herself while Alison tells her what to do. Alison helps out when Emily is having trouble. Adorable shy and blushing Emily and smirking and teasing and loving Alison. Smut.

Emily gets sick and Emily’s mom has to go to Texas. She calls Ali over to help take care of her. Fetus Emison before they get together or they get together here. Emily’s still secretly in love with Ali.

Emily wakes up to Alison spooning her and then Alison has gently morning sex with her while still spooning her and some more with Alison against the headboard and Emily in between her legs. Alison wants Emily to feel her. Emily has be self conscious of her body and Alison wants to show her that she's beautiful and loved. Smut.

Emily has a sex dream about Alison one night and the next day at school every time she sees Alison she blushes because she remembers what Alison was doing to her in her dream. Alison notices Emily being bashful and shy around her and confronts her. Smut.

Emily gets her first period and has no idea what is happening. She is hanging with the girls and runs to bathroom and when she pull down her pants and sees blood she promptly screams out loud. The girls hear her and run to the bathroom. They knock on the door and when Emily doesn't answer Alison decided to go in and tells the girls to go back to the living room. Alison goes into the bathroom and locks the door. Alison finds Emily panicking and then sees Emily with her pants down still and sees the blood on her underwear. Alison dishes over to her and hugs her tightly. Emily then realizes she still has her pants and underwear down and blushes and stutters. Alison asks why she screamed and Emily stutters out she doesn't know what's happening to her. Alison then explains to Emily that she just got her period. (Maybe Alison kisses Emily on the forehead. Emily has a crush on Alison.) (Comforting and caring Alison and shy and stuttering and nervous and scared Emily) Set around when the girls are in maybe 8th grade. (Emily is a late bloomer.)

Alison sees Emily writing and decides to go over and see what she's writing. To her surprise and amusement she sees that Emily is writing Smut about her and herself. (Emily had a major crush on Alison) Blushing and stuttering Emily and teasing and smirking Alison. Smut, you decide.

Emily shyly tells Alison that she misses all the teasing Alison did when they were younger. She tells Alison that it was frustratingly sexy. Alison then decides to do just that.

Emison is a couple. Alison has gone back to teacher and Emily got the coaching job. Desk sex in Alison classroom. Set after 7x10. Dominant Alison, submissive Emily.

Emily sleeps over at Ali's and in the middle of the night she wakes up and Ali's thigh is pressed between her legs so she's like really wet and turned on and after some time Ali wakes up too and feels Emily's wetness so she decides to takes matters into her own hands and starts to move her thigh in a rubbing motion and when she notices that Emily is just as needy as she is Alison takes control. Then add like a morning after where Alison teases Emily lightheartedly of course but Emily is blushing and embarrassed but Alison decides to show her that she feels the same way.

Alison needs to borrow a phone and all of the girls have excuses as to why they can't let her use their phones. Emily is the only one who hasn't spoken up. She is in her room on her phone. Alison goes and asks her and Emily lets her. Emily had been reading smut and she forgot to close out her tab. Alison after using the phone accidentally presses the safari and the tab comes up. Shy, blushing, flustered, embarrassed, nervous Emily and teasing and smirking Alison

A very drunk Emily is a very clingy Emily she’s also a Emily with like zero chill and no filter. Throw in the childhood best friend, Alison that she is madly in love with and see what happens. (Alison is nicer then she was on the show.) Then maybe a Morning After!

Emily has an anaphylactic attack (that's where there's hives, the body sweats profusely, crams, and sometimes the throat closes up) after she eats something (you made up what she eats) Set in Season 7 where the girls are eating together at maybe the Radley or at somebodies house. Emison!

Emily has issues with her body. She thinks she's ugly and fat and to fake away this pain she harms herself. Alison walks in on her one day because she was coming over to do homework with Emily which Emily forgot. Alison decides to shown just how truly beautiful Emily really is. But I doing so finds out another Secret down below. (Not G!P) Like Emily cuts down there. Emily hasn't come out yet. So Emily will be shy, blushing, nervous and scared. Alison will be more controlled and caring and kind.

Alison finds Emily's porn stash. Set in like Season 7. Emily's apartment (Lucas's apartment) They're just friends for now, but will have some smut in the story and then Emison! Shy and blushing Emily and teasing and dominant Alison!

Emily's mom is visiting her dad in Texas when a gunman opens fire in Wayne's base. Emily gets a text from -A about it after hearing it on the news. She decides that -A has gone too far and decides to go after -A. The girls find her after sometime and watch as Emily, not knowing her friends are there since she's too preoccupied breaking down in front of -A and -A is taunting her with everything that has happened to her that -A or someone else has caused and then Emily does a 180° mood change and get angry and starts to attack -A. -A gets several hits but stabs Emily in the stomach. Emily doesn't feel it at first but as she continues to fight with -A she feels herself get dizzy and as she gets one last good hit at -A, she collapses.

Emily having crush on her older sisters friend Alison, (let's say Hanna is Emily's older sister. AU) and Emily is 13 and Alison and Hanna are 16-17! Shy and blushing Emily and teasing and smirking Alison! Hanna teases Emily knowing she has a crush on Alison but makes it subtly known! Kiss and Smut at the end! Or just kiss but hopefully both! :) ;)

Emily is being bullied physically and verbally because she's gay but doesn't want to tell the other girls in fear of what the bullies will do to her. (She is also able to cover up the bruises with make-up). The girls sense something is wrong and follow her one day and find out what has been happening to their sweet Emily. Queen Bee Alison (but nicer) and protective friends. Emily is kinda confident but not really because of what the bullying has done to her self esteem. Emison (Paige, Ben her ex-boyfriend, OC's can be the bullies.)

Emily overhears some guy talking about how Alison was such a bitch and how he should show her what a dick can do to her and Emily get mad and goes up to the guys and argues with him and them punches him. The thing is, the guy was twice her size and Emily gets hurt pretty badly and knocked out. When she wakes up she's in the nurses office. Alison then walks in and there's some conversation (add dialogue) and Alison starts to inspect the damage the guy gave Emily. (Add more detail and dialogue and Emison!) Emily is already out. Emily is a player and Alison is the Queen Bee (nicer). And Alison teases Emily when Emily says kisses make her feel better. And Alison teases her by kissing all over her face and biting her earlobe and asking if Emily is nervous each time she kisses her. (Emily is nervous but doesn't want to admit it) You decide what happens next. Teasing Alison. Nervous but player Emily but it with Alison because Emison is always endgame.

Emily is sick and denies she is but Alison still helps her. I have this as when they're not a couple but maybe in the One Shot they become a couple. (Kinda shy Emily and bold and confident Alison. Season 7 probably. You set the time period. (Alison doesn't go missing.)

Emily is scared of the doctor's and she's needs to go in for her annual check up. But at least her wife Alison is her doctor. Protective and caring Alison!

Emily has to go to her annual checkup and Alison tags along.

Emily's parents are going away for the weekend and they don't feel comfortable leaving 15 year old Emily alone much to Emily's dismay. So Emily's parents ask family friends if their 17 year old daughter Alison can babysit Emily. Emily has had a crush on Alison since she's known her but has never had the courage to tell her. Emily is shy and always blushes if anyone especially Alison gives her a compliment or if Alison catches her looking at her. Emily is gay but has not come out yet to other people. Only her parents know. (Very shy and nervous and blushing and stuttering Emily and smirking and teasing and caring and dominant Alison. Smut!)

13-14 year old Emily gets tutored by 16-17 years old Alison and purposefully fail her grades so she can hang out with Alison. Emily also has a crush on Alison that plays a part in her failing her grades purposefully. Detailed Prompt below.

Emily going to the egg donar place. (When Alison finds of about Emily donating her eggs) And after Alison takes care of Emily! Maybe change it up a bit?!

Shy on the street, sexy in the sheets, scene. (Spice it up a bit) Smut!

Emily has a doctor's appointment and Alison goes with her. (Fetus Emison: Emily has a crush on Alison, you decide if Emily's out or not. Emily has to remove ALL her clothes and put on a gown. (Awkward and shy and scared and blushing Emily and helpful but kinda teasing and smirking Alison!) Maybe the doctor or nurse who is MALE is flirting with Alison and Emily is getting jealous even though she thinks Alison doesn't know about her major crush on her!) And then after the check up Alison asks Emily why she was shooting daggers at her doctor. Emily denies doing that while stuttering. Alison asks if she's jealous. Emily get embarrassed and nervous because she doesn't know if Alison knows about her crush on her. (Add detail) Alison asks Emily if she was jealous that the doctor was flirting with her. Emily looks away flushed and Alison smirks knowing Emily was jealous. Alison tries to get Emily to look up at her and she Emily doesn't she gently grabs Emily's shoulders to tune her to look into her eyes. Emily hangs her head down. Alison lifts Emily's chin up and asks Emily why she was jealous. Emily stutters out a response (you decide what she says) Emily tries to look away in fear that Alison will see that Emily likes her. Alison asks if Emily was jealous because she has a crush on her. Emily pales and tries to run away. Alison holds Emily tighter now gripping her by her arms to prevent Emily from running away. (They are now back at Alison's house. They had been walking back.) Emily blushed deeply and tears well up in her eyes. She hangs her head ashamed. Alison lifts her head again and tells her it's okay. Emily stutters out that she thinks she's different. And Alison asks how. Emily stutters out that she thinks she likes girls instead of boys, that she thinks she's gay. Alison comforts her. (Add detail) Emily is crying a little by now. Alison then lifts Emily's head and tilts it up and kisses her. (You can write how they transition to the comforting scene to the kissing scene).

Smut, using toys. Emily is submissive. Emily's first time with a toy. Emily riding Alison.

Emily has some dirty fantasies but is embarrassed to ask Alison. But Alison gets them out of Emily and she makes it reality. (Dirty Fantasy: Make one up! But Emily is submissive and Alison is dominant!)

Alison is a nurse at the Rosewood Hospital (if that exists) and Emily comes in and is her patient. Emily has an injury that requires her to strip and put on a gown. Maybe like an groin injury or appendicitis. (This is with the 5 years flash forward) But there will be Emison! They are both single.

Emily tells Alison about coming out and Maya (shy Emily even thought Emily is a lot more confident.)

(Alison didn't not disappear) Alison saved Emily from being raped by Ben in the locker room. After feelings ensue. Emily is still shy and has a major crush on Alison and is a closeted lesbian.

Emily breaks her leg and has to have help with everything she does. Including showering. Alison is there to help her even thought Emily protests but to no avail. Emily is nervous because she has a major crush on Alison and is scared that when she takes a shower Alison will see how aroused she is.

Alison walks in on Emily getting off. Emily has a major crush on Alison and is a closeted lesbian but is still dating Ben.

Alison and Emily get trapped in a car during a snowstorm. Emily has a crush on Alison and is still in the closet. Alison is a little nicer in this. Smut! Dominant and in control Alison and shy and blushing and submissive Emily! ;)

Ooh! So Alison did kiss Emily! I think someone should write an Emison story where Emily is playing with herself one night during the year Alison is missing and that night Alison happened to want to check up on Emily and was surprised to see her sweet mermaid getting off. Emily's window was open so Alison could hear emils soft loans of pleasure. She was fully naked and resting on her bed sheets. Alison is transfixed on her mermaid. Looking at all of her curves Alison knows Emily will be stunning when she grows up no doubt about it. Alison is watching right outside Emily's window. It is a cool summer night and Alison wishes she could come home but -A just won't let her. But Alison will find a way. She always does. She finally laid out her feelings for Emily and came to realize that those kisses weren't for practice and that she could very well say she was in love with Emily. She wants to be Emily's when she comes back. And she will find a way. Emily suddenly gasps out a name. Alison's eyes widen and a smirk appears on her face. Emily had called out Alison's name. Who would've guessed that Emily's dirty fantasies included the Queen Bee herself. Alison knew of Emily's crush but she didn't know that she was the image Emison used to get herself off. Alison felt accomplished because she had brought Emily to climax. Alison was so going to tell Emily when she got back. Just imagining Emily's bright red cheeks, her head shying away in embarrassment brought another accomplished smirk to Alison's face. If there was one thing Alison loved it was teasing Emily, lightheartedly of course now. She wasn't the same manipulative, mean, bitchy Alison she was 2 years ago. She learn her lesson already and was ready to be a nicer person but still with her Queen Bee attitude of course. Alison looked at Emily's naked body on her bed. Emily's was breathing heavily and her fingers were moving. She gasped out 'Alison' again and her backed arched and she was in bliss for a few seconds. Alison thought she had never seen anything so beautiful. Emily's back came to rest on her bed again. Her breathing starting to even out. Her body had a sheen of sweat on her skin. Emily pulled the sheets up over her body. Emily closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Alison whispered quietly, "If only you knew how truly beautiful you are Mermaid. I'm sorry I never realized that until now." Alison looked at Emily peacefully sleeping one last time before she climbed down the tree she had climbed up and slipped into the dark, cool summer night quietly.

And then someone adds the rest and how the embarrassing conversation happens between Alison and Emily when Alison is back home in Season 5, about Alison seeing Emily getting herself off and gasping out Alison's name! And like it's when Alison has come back home and she's safe and all that stuff that happens after 5x05 happens that makes the other girls hate Alison. So it ends happily! Maybe with Alison pleasuring Emily? ;)

Okay! How about Emily is scared to go in a haunted house with the girls but she doesn't want to say so because she's scared the girls will tease her. But they do anyways when she screams at the first thing. But Alison is there for her and maybe they kiss so Emily isn't scared. And Emily is surprised and blushing because she thinks Alison doesn't know about her crush but then Alison says, "I know how you feel, I love you you too" and then promptly puts her arms around Emily's waist and smashes her lips into Emily's while the girls and standing there in shock and then are clapping for them! And then they walk out of the haunted house holding hands and the other girls are smiling and Emily has a blush on her cheeks but also is smiling along with Alison who has her signature smirk on her face! :)

Emison Family Prompts

Alison and Emily give the sex talk to their twin daughters. One of their daughters is blushing and squirming around and the other daughter is teasing her twin for being all shy and blushing.

Their daughter thinks she's gay and is shy and nervous to bring it up with her parents so she talks to her twin sister and her parents overhear and then they all talk together.

Emily and Alison are watching their twin teenage daughters play around and Alison asks Emily if she ever pictured having a family with her when they were younger. Cue a little bit flustered Emily. We all know the answer is yes.

Lily and Grace are starting their first day of high school.

Lily or Grace wants to introduce her boyfriend to her mom’s.

Lily or Grace gets caught having sex (or almost having sex) by her mom’s. Her twin sister finds it absolutely hilarious.

Lily or Grace is dating one of the other Liars kids. The Liars find out whether it be by walking in on them or hearing something.

The twins get caught having a party and underage drinking by their moms. Ali has to play bad cop. Emily finds it hot. Lol.

[wlwprompts-blog]

Person A: You and I are the modern day Romeo and Juliet

Person B: Awww. Why? Is it because we're destined to be together?

Person A: No, it's because we're the two biggest idiots I know

[anonfanfic]

Dialogue Prompts

Send in a ship and a number. You can also add details such as, genre, side characters, and/or situations for the short prompt. 

1. "Am I supposed to be scared now?"

2. "We could get arrested for this."

3. "Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone."

4. "Oh my God. You're in love with her."

5. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

6. “I have a surprise for you!”

7. “How long have you felt this way?”

8. “This isn’t the first time I’ve had to make a quick escape.”

9. “You’re cuter when you’re not speaking.”

10. “I think I could love you.”

[lovinggayz]

Emison Prompt

Prompt idea: Alison gets hurt and Emily is supper protective

She should have been there. She really should have. Alison didn’t need to go get her medicine but the blonde was stubborn so she went anyways. The fact that she was 7 months pregnant wasn’t an excuse for her to do nothing she said. Come to think of it, she really would have been better doing nothing because now she’s been hurt and Emily wasn’t there to protect her. She was going to kill him.

It all started 6 and a half months ago when Alison was pushed by AD or his helper who really knew at that time. When Emily saw the blonde on the ground, her mind immediately went to the darkest place. She couldn’t bear the thought of Alison and their baby getting hurt. From that point one, Emily was even more protective than she was before. She was always dubbed as the protectrice in their little group and after the incident, it became even more true. The thought of something happening to either Alison or the bay made her sick.

For months, Emily didn’t let Alison go alone anywhere, even when AD was gone for good. She would go to all of the blonde’s doctor appointment, they would carpool everyday to go to school and they always went grocery shopping together. If Emily was unavailable to take Ali somewhere, she would call one of the girls. At first, Emily’s behaviour really bother Alison but after a few week she got used to it. She would never admit it but she liked the way Emily took care of her.

It was in her 7 month of pregnancy that it happened. Emily suddenly fought a really nasty cold and Alison was left to take care of her. She didn’t mind. After all of the brunette has done for her, it was her turn to take care of Emily. The swim coach was a stubborn patient. She didn’t like taking pills and she hated syrup. At first, Alison complied with her wishes for her system to be drug free but after three days, her state got worse.

“Ali you don’t need to go please, I feel fine, really!” said the brunette unconvincingly being the victim of excessive coughing.

“It’s either that or I am taking you to the doctor,” said Alison stubbornly as she put a jacket on. “I am only going to Walgreens to get you mecs that will be strong ehgh to cure whatever the hell you have.”

“Then let me come with you.” Emily made an attempt to get up but she was stopped by dizziness.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Then neither are you.”

“Me do you want me to get sick because of you. It could be dangerous for the baby.” The blonde knew it was a low blow but Emily really did need the medicine.

“Fine,” she said begrudgingly, “but you have to text me every five minutes.”

“Of course.” Alison gave Emily a quick peck on the forehead before she finally got out of the house. It was a rainy day so Alison was extra careful on her way to the drug store because she knew that if she got as much as a scratch on her, Emily would lock her up in the room until the baby was born. Everything was going fine until she got out of the pharmacy and stupid Lucas ran right into her knocking her on the ground.

“ Omg Alison I am so sorry,” the man immediately said helping her get up, “ are you okay? I am so sorry I didn’t even see you because I was in such a hurry!” Alison got up but she immediately grabbed Lucas arm for support. She looked down at her ankle and she saw that it was in an odd position, like an inhuman position for it to be.

“Fuck,” she winced. Her curse made Lucas even more worried.

“ What? Are you hurt somewhere?”

“Yeah, my ankle,” she replied with pain in her voice.

Lucas looked down and turned a really unflattering shade of green when he saw the ankle. “Yeah, I am taking you to the hospital. Your ankle is definitely broken and you have to get an ultrasound to make sure the baby is okay.”

“Fine but be prepared.”

“For what?”

“Emily is going to destroy you.” Lucas swallowed hard. This was not the way he planned on spending his Friday night.

An hour later, Alison was in a hospital bed waiting for her turn to come for the X-ray and the ultrasound. She had called Emily 20 Minutes earlier and she was expecting her any minutes now. Lucas had stayed with her to make sure the blonde was okay even though she advised him against it. But he said that he wanted to stay and that he wasn’t afraid of Emily. She was the sweet one in their group of friend. Right?

Alison was getting her X-ray when Emily walked in. She looked like shit due to her cold but it didn’t stop her from still looking really pissed. When Lucas saw her arrived, he got up with the intention to explain and apologized but he didn’t have that chance because Emily had already grabbed him by the shirt.

“Look,” she began saying her tone low and menacing, “I don’t care that you’re Hanna’s friend or that she lives in your apartment because if anything bad happens to Ali or the baby, you’re doomed. I am going to make you’re life a living hell. You think A was bad, I’ll be worse. Do you understand?” He nodded fast still holding his breath. “Good. Now if you want to continue living I suggest that you start paying for whatever bill the hospital will come up with. If she has to stay here for the night, you’ll pay for a private room. Hanna told me that you’re rich now so that shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“N- no.”

“Perfect. Now that that’s settle I am going to go ask the nurse for an update on my girlfriend and tell her to put all the cost on your account and don’t think of leaving yet because she’ll need your bank information.” He watched her walk away. When she was far enough, Lucas finally let go of his breath, still shaking.

Meanwhile, the nurse told Emily that Alison was in her room, waiting for an update on her ankle. When she entered the room, her tensed shoulder relaxed immediately. Alison seemed okay. She was laying in her bed while playing with her phone.

“Hey,” Emily said approaching the bed.

“Hi.” The brunette bent down to kiss her girlfriend.

“What happened,” she asked softly.

“Lucas ran me over when I was leaving the drug store. Omg your didn’t yell at him did you!?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Good.”

“I only threatened to kill him while grabbing him by the collar and I blackmailed him into paying the hospital bill.”

“Em!”

“What? He hurt you, I couldn’t stand there and do nothing!”

“You’re lucky I love you,” said the blonde grumbling.

“I know. And I love you too.”

Till next time!

[fan-fiction-prompts]

PR//TrueStory

Person A is a grump of a gay who would rather Scale a fucking mountain then talk about their feelings with Persons B/C/D/E

[emisonislifeokk]

How to Ask Your Childhood Sweetheart to Marry You Without Being TOO Cliche (A One Shot)

A one-shot about what led up to the gif above.

“Ali. Ali.”

Emily spoke the words more firmly, but the fact her name was being called barely processed in Alison’s head. She was more focused on the churning in her stomach, her sweaty palms, and the foreign object in her sweater pocket. God, she hoped Emily didn’t find out before the time came.

“Alison.”

This time, Emily reached out and wrapped her hand around Alison’s upper arm, causing her to stop walking and turn around to face the beautiful brunette. Alison was pulled from her thoughts, which consisted of every possible outcome that could happen within the next few minutes. 

“Yeah?” Alison responded, and finally locked eyes with Emily. Her deep brown eyes were filled with concern, and her brows were furrowed to add to it. Oh her sweet Emily, always looking out for her no matter what. Did she think Alison was having difficulty dealing with the recent events of them being terrorized by a new stranger? 

“Are you okay?” That was a line Emily asked quite a bit, since Alison never openly told her when she wasn’t ok, not unless Emily asked. “Why did you bring us out here? Did the game bring you here?”

Alison smiled, despite the nauseous feeling in her stomach. She hoped her smile helped reassure Emily that she was indeed fine, and not off her rocker because of the whole concept of the stupid game. No, what she was about to do wasn’t a part of the game. It was something she had thought about doing for years, way back when she watched Emily sleep next to her in her bed when they were seniors. After Alison had told her what her true feelings were, and they finally had shared an intimate moment. “I’m okay,” Alison responded. “Just...follow me.”

She held her hand out to Emily, her palm down and her fingers extended. Emily looked down at her hand hesitantly for a split second, before reaching out to firmly grasp Alison’s. 

Together they walked through the woods, through the familiar path that the duo had taken together about eight years before. The green leaves from the trees shielded them from the sun, making sun patches shine through where the leaves couldn’t cover. The path felt like second nature to Alison, who guided Emily through it as if she took it everyday. 

Emily’s hand grew tighter the closer they got to their destination, and Alison pulled her into a clearing. She turned to Emily, who was looking directly at a rock. Not just any rock, the Kissing Rock. The rock that she and Emily had shared their first kiss together at, how cliche. But cute...but still cliche. 

Alison didn’t want to be TOO cliche for this, but thought why not ask a very important question at the same place where their entire relationship began. Their whirlwind of a relationship, but despite the ups and the many downs, they still both knew deep down of their strong feelings for the other. 

“Come sit,” Alison said, tugging Emily’s hand as she guided her towards the rock. “I’m sure our initials are still there, hopefully no idiot kids covered them up with their own initials.”

“I can still see them. Clear as day,” Emily replied, chuckling slightly as she let go of Alison’s hand. She bent down next to the rock, and ran a finger over the red painted heart surrounding their initials. “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

After getting lost in the moment for a few seconds, Emily joined Alison on the Kissing Rock. They sat turned towards each other, and Emily looked expectantly at Alison to say something. The words however, were getting caught in Alison’s throat.

“Em,” Alison finally began. Whenever she said Emily’s nickname, there was so much warmth to how she said it that she knew Emily instantly felt more relaxed. “There’s a reason I brought you here tonight. I mean, well, obviously. I think that would be pretty lame if I brought you here for no reason.”

Fuck, she was nervous, and she was making things awkward. She never did that, and now she was making a fool of herself in front of Emily. 

She took a deep breath as Emily responded. “Well, I would hope you brought me here for a reason. This place is pretty special to us.”

“It is, and that’s the whole reason I wanted to bring you here to bring this up to you,” Alison said, as she looked at Emily.

Emily looked at her, and Alison was immediately reminded of the young Emily the very first time they sat at the rock. There was a shyness behind her eyes, and a hesitance in her posture. There was always a gleam of the shy and reserved Emily here and there, and Alison loved to see it. 

“This is going to sound really cliche, actually and I had this whole speech prepared in my head but,” Alison began to ramble. “I kind of forgot all of it and know I’m going to sound like a blabbering mess. But, at the same time I can barely get what I’m trying to say out right now, and I don’t want sound cliche.”

“Go ahead and say it Ali,” Emily urged. “I think it may start raining soon.”

Alison sighed as she began to pull the box out of her pocket, “Okay, I’m gonna skip the ‘you’ve changed my life and shown me how to love’ bullshit. Will you marry me?”

Emily’s eyes widened in shock as Alison presented her the box and opened the lid. The ring definitely wasn’t a huge rock, since her estranged ex-husband had stolen all of her money, but it was a nice size. She knew Emily wasn’t big on materialistic things anyway. 

“Well, what was straightforward,” Emily said, regaining her composure. Alison began to panic, Emily hadn’t said yes or no. 

“Emily, I’m serious. It’s been eight damn years and you’re still the only person that I could ever imagine myself being with. Now will you or won’t you be a Mrs. Whatever We Decide Our Last Name To Be?”

Emily smiled, and she smiled in a way that Alison had never seen her smile before. Her cheeks were reddening and there were tears welling up in her eyes, she looked happy. So happy.

Her hand reached out and cupped Alison’s cheek, “Yes.”

She said it so breathlessly, that Alison had to question if she heard it. Emily nodded in confirmation as well, causing Alison to smile back at Emily. The churning in her stomach became butterflies, as she looked at the girl she had been in love with for so long. Who was now going to become her wife, who was going to help raise her child. Who was going to spend forever with her. 

Emily’s hand moved to Alison’s hair, playing with a strand before her tear filled eyes darted to Alison’s lips. She began to lean forward, and Alison prepared herself to feel her intoxicating lips. “Yes, yes, yes.” 

As Alison leaned forward to kiss her fiance too, she hoped the way she asked wasn’t TOO cliche.  

[soul-music-is-life]

Can u please write a short fluffy happy prompt of Emily returning from the army and meeting Alison and her kids in the airport??

Little late on the Christmas deadline, but two people asked for a prompt for the holidays. So Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Maybe next year Santa/the Hanukkah Beagle shouldn’t use USPS, cuz those presents are ALWAYS late…

You can read it on Fanfic (or, as always...below the cut)

***

Grace had insisted on blue. Lily wanted pink. They’d settled on purple. They had managed to get most of the marker on the poster board. Their little fingers ended up covered in glitter and glue. The first ‘e’ in “Welcome” was backwards and the ‘o’ in “home” had gotten smudged. But when they looked at Alison and asked,

“How does it look, mommy?”

Alison said, “Perfect.”

Because it was. They had made it with love. They were so excited that their mama was coming home.

***

The flight had been nerve-wracking. It’s not like Emily hadn’t flown before. She was used to it. It wasn’t the actual plane ride itself. She was having trouble shaking off the residual anxiety she had from being in combat. She was also anxious to hold her babies and kiss her wife again. She spent the entire flight thinking about them. She couldn’t wait to see them again.

When the plane was approaching Rosewood Emily opened the window shade and looked at her town below. When the aircraft started its descent Emily could see the clouds, as soft as white mountain peaks covered in snow. The wings sliced through them as though they were nothing. She could see the bulbous shadows hovering above the ground.

She felt something brush against her arm on the armrest. When she looked over her shoulder she saw the little girl next to her sitting up high in her seat, trying to look out the window. She had been playing games on the screen in the seat in front of her the entire trip, but now that the window was open she was trying to get a better look at what was happening outside. 

“Can I see?” she batted her big blue eyes at Emily. She had her little palms against Emily’s arm.

Her mother looked over and saw the little girl practically climbing over on to Emily.

“Amelia, honey, what did we talk about earlier? It’s not polite to touch people without asking first.” She faced Emily. “I’m sorry. She doesn’t understand boundaries yet.”

“It’s okay. I get it. I’ve got two girls around her age.” Emily smiled.

“Must be hard to be away from them.”

There was an unspoken understanding between the two mothers.

“Yeah. They grow up so fast.” Emily looked at Amelia, who was oblivious to the adults talking around her.

“Amy, you remember how we talked about how some mommies and daddies have to spend time away from their babies to be somewhere else to protect us?”

“Uh huh.”

“What do we say, do you remember?”

The little girl looked at Emily’s uniform and it registered. She smiled at Emily and leaned up on her knees.

“Thank you for your service.”

Emily had to bite back tears. It was such a sweet and simple gesture. And it was something that she’d obviously learned from caring parents. It made her realize how much of her daughters’ lives she was missing. She had been gone for nine months. What had she missed in that time?

“You’re very welcome.”

“I like your pins.” Amelia pointed to Emily’s medals.

There was one medal she hadn’t gotten in person yet. It was one that Alison didn’t know about. It was the reason she was coming home.

Her purple heart.

She’d been injured by a roadside bomb. Fortunately, no one had been killed, though they had been ambushed after the attack. She’d suffered three broken ribs, mild burns on her side, two fractures in her arm, and a laceration on her right hand. She’d managed to pull three of her squad members to safety even with her injuries.

She was healing up nicely. She’d mentioned the ambush to Alison, but she had downplayed her injuries and told her that she was okay, which was the truth. 

She didn’t realize that her commanding officer was going to give her the option to be medically discharged due to the nature of the problems her injuries might cause in the future. She didn’t know that nearly being blown up was going to bring her closer to her family.

The little girl was squirming in her seat, trying harder and harder to look out the window.

“She’s welcome to sit on my lap if you’re okay with it.” Emily offered.

“It’s fine with me.”

Emily helped the little girl into her lap and they looked out the window. They watched as the buildings and streets turned from tiny blips into shapes and images they could actually recognize. She held her, pointing to the landmarks below, until the “fasten seatbelt” sign came on. Then she helped her get settled back into her seat.

Landing was always the hardest part. She knew from experience that take-offs and landings were generally the most dangerous parts of the flight. But when she looked outside at her town, her home, she couldn’t feel anything but excitement.

***

The airport was lined with people, a sea of faces all moving in waves to their next destination. Some were rushing. Some were sitting and sleeping in chairs. Others were waiting in the crowd for their loves ones.

Alison held the twins’ hands firmly as they moved through the crowds. One of her biggest fears was losing one or both of them in a busy place.

“I don’t see mama.” Grace whined, twisting the poster board with her fingers.

“She’s still coming home, right?” Lily looked at Alison, a sad look of fear in her eyes.

Sometimes the girls worried that they’d never see their mama again. They didn’t know the extent of what Emily did, but she and Emily had had the conversation with the girls that sometimes mama would be in situations where she had to help others, but that she would always do her best to come back safe and sound.

Alison looked up at the plasma screens that showed the arrival and departure times. Emily’s plane was at its gate. She would be coming towards them any minute. She felt a bubbling sensation in her stomach she hadn’t had since she was in high school. She hadn’t seen Emily in nine months. It felt like forever. She couldn’t wait to hold her again.

“She should be here soon.” Alison assured the girls.

“I wanna hold the sign.” Lily reached for the folded up poster board.

“No! I want to!”

They were both cranky, because they’d fought in the car on the way over. Alison told them to behave and that they could both hold it. They each stood on one side and held the sign up, but it kept flopping forward, so Alison ended up holding the damn thing while the twins pretended they were the ones holding it up.

A crowd of passengers rounded the corner and started walking towards them. They dispersed, finding their family members. Alison watched everyone hugging and it made her antsy. She wanted to be in Emily’s arms. She wanted to kiss her wife…to touch her cheek…to bathe in her aroma.

It was the twins who spotted her first. The uniform was a dead giveaway. Grace squealed and Lily shouted “mama!!”

Emily turned and saw them and she felt her heart melting. She saw the large childlike letters on the poster board covered in sparkles and glitter. They had drawn hearts around their simple message.

“Welcome Home Mama. We Love You.” 

The twins were supposed to stand behind the roped off security line, but they forgot everything they’d been told to do when they saw Emily’s face. They dropped the poster and raced forward before Alison could grab them.

No one in security stopped them. In fact, one of the men in uniform walked over to where Alison was standing and unlatched the rope to let her through so she could be with her family.

Emily dropped her bag and fell to her knees as the twins ran into her arms, both of them crying ‘mama!’ so loudly that everyone in the airport turned to see the commotion. She didn’t even feel the tightness of her still healing injuries. All she felt was her children’s love.

Grace and Lily wrapped their arms around her neck. She reached up and gripped the backs of their heads with her palms and peppered them with kisses.

“Hi, babies.”

Emily was not someone who cried easily. She’d been through a lot in her life and some of it had hardened her. She had a tight lid on her emotions. But she was a sucker for her kids. And the second she had them in her arms she crumbled, burying her face in between their necks, letting her tears fall down her face.

“Oh, I missed you so much.”

“We missed you, mama.” Lily pulled back. “Why are you crying? Are you sad?”

“No.” Emily reached up to wipe away her tears. “No, I’m crying because I’m so happy to see you.”

They had gotten so big. She felt like she hadn’t seen them in years. Being overseas away from her family was hard. She didn’t know how much she was missing until she had them in her arms. It was like a piece of her she didn’t even know was gone had been returned to her.

She saw Alison approaching. She gripped Lily and Grace and picked them both up, putting one on each hip just like she’d done since they were babies. She instinctively moved forward towards Alison and their lips met. Alison put her palm against Emily’s face and thumbed away a stray tear.

“Hey.” Emily pecked her lips again.

Alison tasted as sweet as she remembered. She couldn’t believe she was here. She couldn’t believe she was with her family again. She had a new appreciation for what her mother and father must have felt like every time they reunited.

Alison wrapped her arms around her wife and children. Her body melded into Emily’s, as if they were a perfect fit, even with their children…especially with their children. They stayed in their embrace for several minutes.

They could hear the applause and the cheers of the other passengers in the airport, but they still felt like they were in their own little world.

Grace started wiggling and wanted down. She was suddenly on a tangent about how she wanted to show Emily their poster, which was sitting on top of a counter over by the security area.

Emily put Lily and Grace down, which gave their mothers a moment of intimacy without them. Emily reached up and cupped Alison’s cheeks. The blonde’s eyes were brimming with tears. She couldn’t contain her emotions any longer.

“I missed you so much,” Alison sobbed with a smile on her face. She was so happy to see her…alive…home in one piece.

Emily wiped away Alison’s tears with her fingers and pressed her lips against Alison’s once more. Their noses touched. Their foreheads met. They took a moment just to hold one another.

“Mama.” Lily tugged on Emily’s hand.

Emily forced herself to pry her eyes away from Alison’s and look down at her little girls. 

“Can we go home now?” Lily asked.

Emily leaned down again, giving the twins another opportunity to hug her neck. She picked them up, balancing them on her hips. She snuggled Lily and then Grace. They both giggled.

“I want to hear all about what you two have been doing while I’ve been away.”

She carried them as far as the food court. The second they saw ice cream they were begging for sugar. Alison and Emily bought them each a cone and they walked out of the airport together. They’d both inhaled their treats by the time they got to the car. Their moms got them situated in their booster seats. Emily threw her bags in the back and then climbed up front with Alison.

She took a moment to appreciate where she was. It was something so simple…sitting in the car with her wife and her children. But it was something she knew a lot of people took for granted. She didn’t want to miss a single second.

“So.” Alison put her hand down against the center console. “How long are you staying?”

Emily hadn’t told her the good news. She’d wanted to see the look on Alison’s face when she told her she was coming home for good.

Emily reached down and took Alison’s hand, linking their fingers together. She smiled.

“How about forever?”

[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.”

[findingtemperance]

i think i might start taking prompts on here, I haven’t written in a while but having PLL be over I’m having major withdrawls...

[bbnibini]

PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – fifty-nine🔖

Reassurances did little for Satan to forgive his own blunders. You were at his side, attentive to the slightest changes of his expressions, intent on making him realise that he had not been at fault for what happened. The Purgatory Hall members did not comment on what they saw, and instead ushered everyone to their living room, asking for their preference of refreshments. Mammon seemed shaken by his brother’s outburst and was strangely quiet until Solomon sat next to him and enticed him to form a pact.

“An equivalent exchange for a moment of my time, don’t you think so?” The sorcerer smiled, any emotions or thoughts unreadable on his face. Mammon frowned, then looked at you as if he were betrayed; the sorcerer did not mention any catch on his agreements last night, attributing his generosity to drunkenness. You should have known better to believe him.

“Oh, you couldn’t take a joke, Avatar of Greed~ At least I tried~”

“Didn’t sound like a joke to me.”

You mouthed a sorry to Mammon, hearing him shout something about notebooks before your attention returned to Satan. Perhaps due to his outburst earlier, everyone’s eyes were focused on him, notes on their hand along with looks of expectation—no one was willing to speak first even if they wanted the study session to start. Lucifer’s warning was received in varying degrees: from indifference to outright opposition. You even heard Asmo say something about how unfair their firstborn was, expecting everyone to study together when he couldn’t even go. Then, you turned your attention to someone across from you.

“Simeon says he has an ice pack, Levi.” You tested. You weren’t sure if you were forgiven yet. He had defended you and seemed worried about you last night, but you would honestly do the same for him if you had ever switched roles. Just because you are fighting doesn’t mean that you stopped being friends. Thankfully, he did not ignore you this time, and instead let out a soft hm, as he stood up. No words, but there was acknowledgement at least.

Sigh.

Now…how do you deal with this situation?

The air was too thick and awkward. Satan was spent. Was it a good idea to continue today’s group study? But everyone didn’t seem to have any intentions of leaving either. You waited and waited, the sound of quill pens hitting paper almost deafening. They might as well just study alone!

“What the—how am I supposeta understand this? Yer handwriting’s chicken scratch!”

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Well. At least Mammon and Solomon were having a more productive time. You squeezed Satan’s hand from under the table, catching him off guard. “Something the matter?” His eyebrows were knotted and he looked so solemn while reading paragraphs of human realm info dump.

“So, got any ideas on how to start?”

His tense expression relaxed. “You were worried.”

“Of course.”

“Not scared?”

You blinked at him. “Scared?”

He leaned his head to your side, unbothered by the public display of affection. For an unlabelled relationship, he never gave you the time to doubt his sincerity towards you. “You were the last person I ever…” He paused, making circular motions on your palm. “I didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

You booped his nose and laughed, causing him to pout. “I would have avoided you if I were.”

Simeon and Luke’s arrival did wonders on the large study table. The food caused Beelzebub to perk up, and Belphie was happily admiring the pretty “galaxy drink” (fully awake) that Luke had concocted for the refreshments. Asmo was making knowing glances at yours and Satan’s side, causing you to straighten yourself up from your seat and making your not-yet-demon boyfriend laugh at your delayed reaction.  Levi also came back, nursing his black eye with an ice bag, wincing at the pain. Mammon and Solomon were still arguing, making you turn over to them in curiosity.

“What do you mean ya have no notes? Smart people always have notes!”

“Smart people don’t need notes~”

“And smart people can write!”

“Something wrong?” You decided to look over to see what’s going on in their table while everyone was having a snack break.

“Oi, human! This guy’s a total hack!” He pointed at Solomon, who only smiled vaguely at you. “He ain’t no wise King! Can’t even write a darn proper sentence!”

You noticed Solomon’s bandaged hand… “You’re injured.”

“Oh, it’s nothing life threatening. It’ll heal right away.”

…then turned to Mammon who immediately shook his head and sputtered out a multitude of denials. “I-I didn’t do nothin’! His hand’s been broken since we got here!”

“It’s true.” He confirmed, looking over at you with a nod. “I had a tussle with a sorcerer last night.”

“At the mage party?”

“Mhm.”

“With the hot mages?”

“Mhm.”

“While you’re really drunk?”

He tilted his head and snorted a laugh. “I’m still seeing stars right now.”

You sometimes forget that this man was also human like you. After throwing up and drinking a recovery potion, Asmo had been fine—back to his affectionate and cheerful self. Solomon was different. Being a powerful mage didn’t equate to being invulnerable.

“Are you okay? Did I make things difficult for you?”

You saw his eyes widen, as if having someone worry about him was something rare or even impossible to happen. You haven’t seen this expression on his face before—was it timidity? It felt…fragile. He almost looked like a child.

“Difficult?” He parroted. “It’s just a broken hand. Inconvenient, yes. But this doesn’t concern you.”

Any semblance of that fragile child you have seen in him for a fraction of a second disappeared completely, replaced by his usual, whimsical expressions. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, of course. I appreciate your concern.” He looked over at the other table and said,

“But isn’t Satan starting his tutoring sessions over there already?”

…before going back to teaching Mammon about magic spells.

It almost felt like he was pushing you away, but you thought the idea too ridiculous and dismissed it. He had always been like that.

You sat back on your seat and listened to Satan’s crash course on seductive speechcraft. It was certainly a lot more concise and interesting than Lucifer’s complex reviewers—okay, interesting was an understatement. He hadn’t even started with his seductions yet and you were already seduced.

“Focus on the lesson, please.” He playfully bonked your head with Lucifer’s rolled up reviewers. “Or do you want to get detention?”

“But this is a study group.”

“Oh, I am not shy with inflicting punishments myself. Especially to wayward students.” Or so he says feigning annoyance, but when everyone else wasn’t looking, he had the audacity to kiss your cheek and say, “Feeling feverish? It is the rainy season.” You caught Levi rolling his eyes on your peripheral, probably thinking of something along the lines of stupid normies.

So much for stealth, Avatar of Wrath.

There were many more instances, like a squeeze on your hand below the table, or an endearingly cheesy poetry thinly masked as a love confession on Literature 63: Classics All Over Three Realms. There was a hilarious recount of Emison Beckstein’s novel, but instead of the usual characters, everyone else turned into various breeds of cats to keep the lecture interesting. Simeon ate up the whole DevilPoint presentation, clapping his hands and even crying a bit at how well-thought out it was. It was almost strange to see Luke being the more muted one in their angelic duo. Belphie was strangely active once it was time for Astronomy 18, answering Satan’s questions at lightning speed that it was almost impossible to butt in.

“You’ve read your reference books. I’m impressed.” Satan said smiling.

“I haven’t touched a book willingly for at least 600 years.”  Belphie drawled out, unsmiling.

Meanwhile on the other table, you heard Mammon groan in frustration as he got the answer wrong for the nth time.

“Whaddya mean it goes like this and that? It doesn’t make a lick of sense!”

“Oh? But it’s so simple!” Solomon then began to explain the answer in words you can barely comprehend. You looked at the sorcerer, then at Belphegor and concluded: geniuses are scary.

Your eyes chose to settle back onto Satan, finding his intelligence not as inhuman (irony at its finest) nor as unattainable as the two abnormals. “I like your brain the best,” you didn’t realise you said that out loud, making Satan burst into laughter.

“I would prefer it if you would like me enough to pay attention. Or is my body part your only reason to like me?”

You threw a french fry at Asmo when he suddenly waggled his eyebrows. “Luke is listening, so get your head out of the gutter!” Your action prompted everyone else to do the same, throwing and shoving food into the former Jewel of Heaven’s mouth, a complete caricature of what he once was.

“Listen to what?” Luke blinked, looking up from his notes. Simeon gracefully evaded the smaller angel’s questioning with a random fact about stars. Beel didn’t really understand what was going on, but seeing as his brothers had chimed in, he shoved a few more French fries at the distraught Asmo’s mouth, an outcry letting out of his poor victim’s mouth (something about empty calories yet he swallowed every single piece anyway).

“Sataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, they’re being so mean~!” He said Satan but embraced another(read:you), squeezing himself in between the two of you and smooshing both of your cheeks.

“You smell like booze, Asmo.”

“Oh, darling! Why must you hurt me so? :( ~”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, stroking his head in comfort. “You’re fine, Asmo. You’ll get past this. You always do.”

Satan’s smile was deathly cold. While he insisted that it was fine for Asmo to sit in between both of you, you knew better. He’s probably going to ask to be spoiled later. The thought alone was something to look forward to, and made the gruelling endeavour of studying for the sake of not getting into trouble with Lucifer a little less tedious. And the troublemaker who dragged everyone into the mess in the first place seemed to be trying his best as well, at least according to Solomon who remarked (rather impressed) about Mammon’s astounding mathematical abilities once the session for the day concluded.

Once Satan got the hang of pacing his lessons, everyone observed a drastic improvement on their mock test scores. Levi a.k.a on-the-verge-of-getting-the-rope-for-his-numerous-attempts-to-skive-athan (who you have long reconciled with after a teary marathon of Ghibli films with Beel and Belphie), almost received his second black eye when he unconsciously reached in for a kiss from his unamused younger brother. Satan was crushed into a hug by a grateful Beel anyway, whose sincere thank you, had been more well-received compared to Leviathan’s smooches (causing the third-born to sulk). The said incident had been implored to never be mentioned by both parties ever again.  

Of course, due to your busy days working as the exchange student representative (as well as Satan’s duties as student council treasurer), your vague relationship remained a status quo. You’re definitely NOT “just friends”. No platonic friends would ever kiss each other as much as both of you do. It couldn’t be brushed off as something out of friendly affection either, as you recalled every affection you shared under the sheets as anything but friendly. You almost got in trouble for your public displays of affection a few times when Lucifer had time to attend the study sessions. Almost as if Satan wished to be caught—he was usually better with being discreet at the times when Lucifer wasn’t around. When you ask him this, you never get an answer though, so you attributed his silence as affirmations.

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“What are we sneaking around for?” You asked him, genuinely confused as he led you to Lucifer’s garden. He’s entering this place…willingly? Is this really Satan? He laughed when he mimicked your thoughts, much like J*seph Joestar’s running gag in Part 2—only, this was mother effing Satan; he was no ridiculously buff anime character but a respectable member of the illustrious Seven Princes of Hell™.  He immediately denied your sensible (ha!) claims of him taking interest in your Chinese cartoons, and instead refocused your attention to a small patch of land he told you to enter.

“Lucifer doesn’t know about this spot.”

“In his own garden?”

His close-eyed smile had been lovely. “He’s been too busy to know. Anyway, I have something to show you.” He urged you to enter the small hole of trimmed grass hidden by Lord Diavolo’s statue—an enchantment, you’ve begun to know as he had undone numerous barriers protecting a space that appeared a lot bigger than the Alice in Wonderland-esque “door”.

“Your room?”

He moaned out in approval from afar, obscured by a stack of tomes on his table. It did seem like he was trying to retrieve something from his balcony. “I installed this portal just recently. Makes the trip to Purgatory Hall more convenient.” After the incident with the broken blackboard, you had been holding the studying sessions in Purgatory Hall instead. The atmosphere there had been too familiar to really consider on changing locations, and Simeon and the others did not seem to mind. “Actually, can you come here instead? It’s pretty dark in there.”

Dark? Well of course. Devildom is in eternal darkness. But you held your urge to banter.

You were surprised to see light in a small corner of Satan’s balcony—an artificial sun, albeit small, illuminating a familiar flower on a plastic pot.

“That’s…”

Satan smiled sheepishly as he urged you to scoot over to him. “Mhm. I did say I’ll give you another gift.”

“This…this is too much!” Growing a carnation? In such a harsh environment? “Isn’t it hard to…make it survive here?” Your question was answered by a quick peck on your lips. His beautiful emerald eyes narrowed at you, lips curving up into a smile that made your heart skip a beat. How much does he love you to do this?

“I didn’t do this to make you cry, kitten.” A nickname he only approved of if you were the one it addresses to. He wiped your tears with his fingers, kissing the corner of your eyes. “Look closely. Such a lovely little thing, trying their best to live their life in an unfamiliar environment. Doesn’t it remind you of someone?”

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“UuuuuuUUuuuuuuU!!!!”

“Hey—! What did I just sa—!”

You tackled him to the ground, smothering him with your hugs and kisses. “I loveuuuu Sachaaaan—” You sniffled, soothed by the gentle strokes he made on your back. Despite his protests, he continued holding you anyway, offering loving words you knew he meant from the bottom of his heart.

“I love you too. More than anything in this world.” You wondered what number that kiss was in your ever growing kisses with him; how does he see you in those alluring green eyes of his? Was his heart also beating out of his chest?

“I don’t want to leave…” you couldn’t help but say, which he replied with a forehead kiss to signify his agreement as he sat you on his lap, back leaning on the wall.

“Then don’t.”

“Sataaaaaan.”

“It’s only a suggestion.” He laughs. “A tempting one, isn’t it?”

You finally stopped crying. Only an evidence of it was left on your tear-stained face. “What will happen to us?

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…sorry, that question is unfair.”

“We’ll…”

“Think of something?” You finished his sentence for him, causing him to laugh quietly at your side. “Once Mammon passes his exams—oh, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do anything this time.”

“Huh.”

“Well, Solomon is going out of his way to help despite his injury. And…” He hesitated, yet spoke out his thoughts anyway. He didn’t want any secrets, and you felt the same. “...it seems like Lucifer did not approve of such arrangements.”

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Why so?”

“It’s just suppositions but, Solomon might be involved in whatever Lucifer is busy with.”

You suddenly felt very guilty. “Doesn’t that mean that I did something really bad?” Did you intrude upon his already busy life?

“Well, he was the one who accepted.” Satan, however, reassured you.

“Still…”

“I did say it was a supposition. I might be wrong.”

You hoped so. You couldn’t really know. In fact, you didn’t know much about the sorcerer at all.

“Speaking of suppositions…” ah. He’s pouting again. “You mentioned about a love letter. A secret admirer…”

“Someone I NEVER knew and never made himself known.” You emphasised, kissing the creases on his brows away. “Satan, I haven’t thought about him until you brought him up.”

“Which means his letter is still out there—in your room, rotting away in its leafy carcass.”

“Paper. It’s paper. Say it like how everyone does.”

He made a tch sound, making you promise to retrieve it and have it read once he’s finished with his tutoring.

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What you didn’t expect was his impromptu proofreading when you handed it out to him. You never really managed to finish reading it—pages and pages of flowery words and lovelorn promises. Your heart skipped a beat with several of its passages, and were surprised by how…this enigma seemed to know you despite not knowing him at all.

“Clearly this is a stalker.”

And so, your romantic fantasies were thereby thwarted by your cynical demon, You saw him roll his eyes as he begrudgingly admitted the author’s skill with his word weaving, amazed by his vocabulary and prose. “Carnations too. Had he seen my gift and imitated me?”

“It must be a coincidence.”

That, he readily admitted to be the likely possibility. He hated how you made sense; gives him less reasons to ask to be comforted (read: spoiled) by you. “He could be dangerous.” And so, he turned to Freud and his idea of rationalisation. He wished it could have been projection—reaction formation if you wanted him to be more civilised; he can make compromises. Any excuse to inflict harm on the said man, really.

“If he was, then I never found myself to be in one. Much more when you’re there protecting me.”

“I do all the work for him, do I not?” You chuckled and kissed his still pouting lips.

“If you hate it so much, you can throw it away.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, considering the thought. “Or, I can one-up my competition and write a better letter. Letters. I can write one every day starting now.”

Your eyes widened, remembering the embarrassing bouquet he gave you. Oh. Oh. No! You weren’t having that again!

“No more grand displays, sir! I object!”

“No more? I haven’t even started yet.”

You shook your head repeatedly, complaining to him about the aftermath of his previous one. You couldn’t believe the utter audacity of his words.

“You call that a grand display? You have some low standards, kitten. I am inclined to change it.”

“No!”

He caged you in his arms this time, forcing you to meet his eyes. Darn it. Why was he so handsome?

“What would I do to make you say yes?”

Any embarrassment was thrown aside; replaced by evil, evil thoughts. You smirked.

“I want you to be my boyfriend. For real. No secret relationships. Full-blown, embarrassing declarations of love by the school grounds.”

“Deal.”

“Ha! I knew—Wait what?!”

He only answered with a smirk on his annoyingly attractive face, making you realise the answer for yourself.

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Well fuck. You just got played. The letter? Good as gone. Burnt, burnt, burnt to ashes, too eager for its own end to await for the vermilion bonfire on the school grounds to claim it.

Instead, it had been you who was being threatened to be consumed. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to be pressured into this. Everything had gone according to his plan—he really is a show-off! And you thought he was the “normal” one in their family!

Oh shit.

Exams were coming up after the festival.

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You’re going to get looks while taking your exams, won’t you? You definitely will!

Try as you will to make it known to him that you were not pleased with your agreements, he only laughed at you, planting kisses on your face. When you asked him if he was treating you like how he treats catty (pun intended) felines, he did not answer; but all it took was a glance at his impish lips to know (internally) he said yes.

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You couldn’t concentrate. Not with knowing what will happen on the festival dance. Not with that big ass bonfire standing there, reminding you of your stupidity. Not with your almost-boyfriend reminding you of how excited he was to dance with you tonight! It was a miracle you were able to carry out your final duties as a festival organiser without letting so much as a stumble out from the many opportunities where you could have screwed everything up for everyone—at least your body had the decency to not do that. You wish you could say the same for Satan. Oh, you loved him so much but sometimes, he can be so…so infuriating. What was more infuriating was that he knows deep down, that you were looking forward for this too.

Was his grand gestures as grand (read: embarrassing) as you anticipated? Immensely grand. Immensely showy. Immensely devilish and so very him. You were blindfolded on your way, a smiling Asmo surprisingly cooperative and tight-lipped when you asked him questions about his contributions to his brother’s grand grand schemes.

You only heard a muted orchestra in the background as you neared your destination. Asmo didn’t let you go, and instead led you up a small flight of stairs—one, two, three…five steps. This must be the makeshift stage near the bonfire where Lord Diavolo would be sitting for the rest of the event. You could hear his voice now, a cheerful baritone that hinted of his own cooperation (and perhaps outright enthusiasm) when he greeted you, marvelling at the unique charms of human world school festivals where he took his most recent project’s inspiration from.

“You can open your eyes now, sweetie.” Asmo whispered on your ear as you felt a bright light on you, eyes squinting at its sheer intensity. A spotlight? But before you could ask anything, Satan’s voice boomed in the speakers. Your still squinting eyes, adjusting to the light searched for its source but only saw the fascinated crowd below you.

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“You asked for grand gestures and I delivered,” You didn’t! Not unironically! But your protests were deafened by the noise around you. Clamours and cheers, your name mixed in the cacophony of sounds shouted by voices familiar and dear to you. You saw some of them in the crowd, but your favourite blond was not among them. You strained your ears and listened to his voice once more.

“A famous human playwright named Shakespeare once said that the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. I didn’t give much thought to his words, thinking it meant something shallow or too humanly inclined for me to understand, but…” he called your name, a sweet and gentle tone permeating his love for you.

“But now, dearest? I feel like I do.”

His words were like a trigger, muting the voices from below—they formed groups around the bonfire, partner after partner, hand in hand, dancing to the beat of human realm music in harmonious cadence.

“My lovely thief, may I steal you away tonight? For the rest of your life?

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Save the last dance for me, won’t you?”

Wait. Isn’t that—

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“Howl’s Moving Castle?”

Anime music? In a school festival? This must be Levi’s doing!

“Are you going to stare at me, or are you going to dance?”

“Levi?” Speak of the demon!

“No, Sophie—of course it’s me! Geez. How did I get dragged into this….”

His black eye was still there, but it was healing. Blushing to the tip of his ears, he fumbled as he searched for your hands and clumsily held them as he led you down the stage.

“M-Moses!”

“Not a name I thought I would hear in Devildom, but I see your point.”

Your point exactly? Exactly as you might be thinking right now. The crowd parted to make way for you, until Levi settled you in an empty spot and shakily threaded your fingers. “J-just so you know, Satan forced me into this! I have an event to grind, y’know! You should be grateful!”

“I am. Thank you, bestie~”

You heard him scoff, yet he took the lead effortlessly anyway, matching the strides of the other dancers around you. “You only call me that to tease me.”

“You know it’s out of friendly affection.”

“Yet you dodged and got me this black eye—“

“What, you want us to get it together?” He snorted, his amber eyes narrowing as he caught you after you dipped. “You better make it up to me soon. I’ve listed so many of your felonies and they’re only increasing as we speak.”

“Oh?” You glanced at him sideways and prepared to spin. “What are friends for?”

Dancing with Levi had been lovely. It was easy to talk to him, especially after how you’ve already made up.

“Hey,” he called to you, sounding hesitant.

“Yeah?”

With bitten lips, the words he caught in his throat collected, and with a sigh to lessen its impact—its filter, he finally spoke. “Are you happy?”

That made you think and look back at your memories in Devildom. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows of course, and you would argue that there might even be hostility there at both parties especially your first encounters with them. But now?...

“I couldn’t be any happier!” You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I came here! I’m so glad I met all of you!”

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“I’m glad.” Somehow, the way he smiled back at you felt faraway. “I’m going to lose a best friend when you’re gone.”

…until he voiced out his thoughts and you finally understood. He was so silly, wasn’t he?

As his turn came to an end, and with it, seeing Beel approaching, you kissed his cheek and answered,

“No one can ever take your place, Levi. You will always be my best friend too!”

You might have imagined it, but it looked like Levi was about to cry when you left.

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“Congrats.” Greeted Beel as he linked your arms together.

“…Satan bribed you, didn’t he?”

Beel pondered for a bit as he spun you, catching your back with his palm and threading your fingers once you repositioned. “He cooks really well. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! You’re right though. You should ask him to make as much meals as you want to take advantage of the situation.” Now, Beelzebub might be the demon amongst both of you (at least biologically speaking), but you were far, far more devilish and equally vengeful. “Do you want recommendations? I know some exquisite human realm cuisine you could ask him to make for you!”

The way Beel’s mouth watered as he asked you to make good of your promise after the festival affirmed that you have successfully turned the tides against your almost-boyfriend. Wordlessly, he guided you to your next partner, a rather sleepy looking Belphegor who was trying his best to keep himself awake.

“Just a little more, Belphie!” You encouraged him, taking the lead for him instead.

“Sleep…”

You laughed and shook your head as you tried your best to keep him awake.

You got to hand it to Levi for choosing good anime music. To an unsuspecting normie, it sounded like it belonged to a ballroom. In fact, it was wayyyy too effective as Belphie complained about it sounding too much like a lullaby. “Ah…congrats by the way.”

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Belphie, your face is too close—“ Ah, he’s almost going to pass out! You snapped a finger in front of him and he repositioned.

“…aren’t you going to say something to me?”

You blinked your eyes and tilted your head. “No?” And you saw Belphie frown as you answered. Almost melancholy. He shook his head.

“Nevermind. What’s important is you’re here, and you’re happy.”

Try as you should to understand what he meant, you could not. Not even once he led you to Barbatos, your next partner.

“Congratulations.” He offered his heartfelt felicitations, and you couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment.

“Why did Lord Diavolo agree to such a…grand (you hated that word now) scheme?”

Barbatos hummed, filled with his usual grace and composure. “Milord is generous and wise. And you,” He halted his words for a short while to hold you by the waist. “You are more than a student to this school. You’re family to those brothers, so family you shall be treated.”

That answer was very him, you supposed--showing not a hint of his emotions or inner thoughts. His dedication to his work was impressive.

“Shall we?” He offered his gloved hand to you as his turn ended. And when you accepted, you were treated to a small, yet rare smile from him. Simeon awaited you on your next turn, a serene smile on his lips as well that you felt obliged to return (albeit more awkwardly).

“Congratulations!”

Bright. Bright! Too powerful!

“You have provided me such excellent material for TSL’s next volume. Thank you, kindly~!” Were you just imagining it, or was he teasing you right now? The way he led you was flawless, feeling his grace down to his fingertips.

“Are you really going to use Satan’s cheesy grand gestures in your next volume?” You blinked your eyes, suddenly reminded of the fact that you’re friends with a very successful author. The fact that you’re not starstruck right now was almost unimaginable.

“The Lord of Masks and his unexpectedly romantic side is very very tempting to explore.” He reasoned, holding you by the shoulder. “The current arc needs a bit more light-hearted scenes, methinks.”

Thankfully, you were able to talk him out of doing it before he surrendered you to Mammon.

“Grats…” He was frowning when he intertwined your hands with his, an exasperated sigh as he begrudgingly took the lead. “Your boyfriend’s scary, y’know? I almost didn’t make it out alive!”

“Make what of?” You asked, curious. “Did something happen, Mammon?”

“!!!”

When he didn’t talk, you repeated your question.

“Gah! Don’t look at me with those, googly human eyes of yours!”

“What. Did. He. Do?”

When he didn’t answer you again, you threatened to step on his foot (empty threats, but it was worth a try) so he finally relented (emphasis on the finally). “I might have…tried…to steal the flower on the pot. I’msorryIcan’thelpit!”

He was shocked to hear you laugh instead of being angry with him. Smiling, you shook your head.

“It wasn’t stolen if you’re caught, right?”

Mammon’s confused look was rather adorable.

“…hey, human?”

“Hey, Mammon.” You parroted.

He chuckled and spun you around. “You’re weird.”

He only laughed at you once more when you agreed.

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“Darling~!! It’s our turn now!”

You giggled and accepted his hand. “Hello, Asmo! It’s nice to see you again!”

His playful way of leading you washed the fatigue off of you. It was exhausting to switch partners every one or two spins and dips. And you were happy that Asmo noticed. “Sooooo, how are you enjoying your day?”

“Unsurprised, but still embarrassed. Probably a little hurt you kept this from me.”

Asmo feigned concern, catching your larky tone. “I’m soooo sorry, darling! But Satan insisted! And, you’re happy he did this deep down, aren’t you? Don’t try lying to me now! Love and lust are connected, however blurred~”

“Tch.”

“Fufu~ See, see! I was right!♡” Sometimes, you hated how right he was. And pretty. What’s worse is that he knows it.

“You’re terrifyingly perceptive.” Asmo hummed in agreement as he supported your back to dip.

“Of course!~ I’m amazing, aren’t I? Praise me more!”

“You’re amazing, Asmo~”

“Oh, darling, I love you!!!”

You laughed as you accepted his hug, a fish out of water compared to the synchronised movements around you.

“I love you too, Asmo.”

The artificial sunset reminded you of the real ones in the human world. The large bonfire at the centre of the school grounds continued to flicker as the music played, and Mephisto's voice echoed in the speakers, cueing everyone to switch partners. Satan was dancing with a succubus, being an excellent escort, and you couldn't help the bubble of pride in your chest as he reassured his nervous partner who stepped on his foot a few several times. Isn’t my boyfriend amazing? You couldn’t help but think, a voice from inside you asking several questions back: Why weren't you jealous? Because you didn't have any reason to be. You felt safe. Secure in his company. You knew he would never hurt you, not on purpose. You trusted him. You loved him.

"He's good at dancing, isn't he?"

Your eyes focused back at your own partner, laughing at his awkward way of holding your hand.

"I don't have a deadly disease, Solomon." You joked, threading your fingers together and feeling the heat of his hand. He pulled away instinctively, eyes looking elsewhere. Oh darn. You keep on forgetting he's injured.

"Did I hurt you?"

His silence was jarring, but not as jarring as the look of shock in his eyes.

“Does it hurt that much?” Your racked your brain over that healing spell you learned in class. It was Latin something. Or was it Gaelic? Oh shit. You were bad at rune magic—

“Never. Not at all.” Ah, he’s back. You couldn’t help but think, focusing on the bags under his eyes, his usual yet somewhat tired smile. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

You thought you imagined it at first: a surprising, fragile side to him. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was something else. But he was back, and he was squeezing your hand and it hurt. You felt that weird vulnerability again when he apologised to you, before promptly disappearing when he teased you about your sweaty palms, never to return.

“You’re not going to heal it?” You asked, pertaining to his broken hand. “Not before finals?” He has more than enough magical capacity to do so. As if reading your thoughts, he flippantly replied.

“Mammon’s reactions are amusing.”

“I knew you had an ulterior motive!”

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander back to Satan—smiling and having fun. You were relieved to see him enjoying himself, but he was so far away all the same. You could see however, your next partner. Amongst the crowd was the ever elegant Lucifer, leading a demoness who seemed to be enjoying his company.

“…thank you.”

But before you could reply back to him, the sorcerer had already given you to your next partner (Lucifer), making an exaggerated curtsy as he left.

“We finally meet. Shall we?” Lucifer offered his gloved hand and you accepted with a smile. Satan was closer now, almost a turn away, and you caught yourself stealing glances at him as much as he was. You saw him mouth, Lucifer’s glaring at you with a laugh, and you fearfully turned back to the firstborn, and confirmed that yes. He was glaring, and yes. You have missed a spin.

“I was against Satan’s ridiculous gambades. In fact, I find that my negligence caused a lot of discomforts.”

Gulp.

“If this is about Solomon—I,”

His eyes widened at your Freudian slip, holding you in a cuddle dip. You felt him sigh from the nape of your neck, the hoarseness in his voice, you attributed to fatigue. “So you knew.”

You didn’t want to face him. This was supposed to be a light-hearted dance, so why does it feel like you’re being grilled?

“You should have consulted me first, then again…you do not know the underlying reasons of my anger, do you?”

By the time you had to switch back to your original position, you felt yourself creasing your brows. “I don’t. Won’t you tell me?”

He didn’t answer, satisfying your curiosity with thoughtful silence.

“…I’m sorry for keeping things from you.”

You tilted your head, not really knowing what he meant. “Things?”

“You’ll know soon enough. Speaking of…”

A spin. A turn, and he continued. “Come to Barbatos’ Estate after this. You can bring Satan or any other of my brothers whom you trust. Of course, you can also go alone.”

That was…really strange. It certainly snapped you out of that fairytale-like feeling you’re having.

.

.

.

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“…hello, gorgeous.”

…Only for it to come back at full strength once your weary heart finally found its match.

“If I become the centre of gossip after this, you have to take responsibility.” You pouted as you accepted his hand, threading your fingers together as you moved to the music.

“I only listened to your suggestions.” His close-eyed smile widened as you missed his foot. You hissed at him and it only earned you a sneaky kiss at the back of your hand as you made a turn.

“So, my dearest; on a scale of flawless to perfect, how do I fare as a boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes. “Your first day on the job and you’re already up there, aren’t you?”

“The highs of a love realised.” He bantered.  “A luxury a few can afford.”

You missed his foot again and frowned. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.”

When did the music stop playing? When did everyone disperse? The bonfire illuminated only he and you, casting shadows on vermilion. His forehead touched yours, looking down to meet your eyes. There was a smile there, not his usual ones—almost warm. “After this and it’s almost over.”

“Oh…”

He kissed your forehead to silence the dark thoughts looming inside there, squeezing your hand to know he wasn’t going away. Not ever.

“My heart will always be with you.” He called your name. “You are just a teleport away anyway. And we can call each other every day.”

“But what if I want to kiss you?”

He kissed you just then, feather soft before pulling away. “Would you like to make a deposit? For a rainy day, of course.”

You blushed, stunned at the sudden gesture. “I’ll use it all in one go,”

A kiss again, this time longer than the other. You stopped moving already and it took you a while to notice. You were too drunk on the moment to notice anything else, in fact.

“Wouldn’t that be a problem? I’m almost tempted to keep you here.”

“Don’t say that…” you bit your lip. “And I’m almost tempted to stay.”

You hated the thought of being away from him. Most especially now that…you had something. A label. An officiation of sorts—validating your feelings for each other.

“Won’t you trust me?”

He said to you, four simple words that you couldn’t help but simmer over as your happy yet fleeting days with him are almost coming to an end.

Lucifer

Have you made your decision?

And then there’s that—a thought you had set aside in favour of not letting your wonderful day to be spoiled. However you wish to evade responsibility however, you could not. You asked Satan’s words back at you again:

Do you trust him?

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Person A: I'm going to fight the next person who insults my girlfriend.

Person A's Girlfriend: I hate myself :(

Person A: ALRIGHT MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL, SQUARE UP!

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hello! for the prompts thing, could you please do #2 and emison? Thanks! :)

2. Red ink

Emily stared down at the note. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping the words would disappear. When she opened her eyes again the letters were still there, intricate loops and swirls in red ink. Emily couldn’t believe this was happening. She wasn’t sure what she should feel or if this was even real. Maybe it was some sick joke.

“Emily,” Alison’s voice called from the hallway leading to the twin’s room. “Are you getting ready? The movie starts in half an hour. Ashley just text to say she and Caleb would be here in five.” 

Emily opened a drawer in the kitchen where she was standing and shoved the letter under other paperwork. She would have to deal with whatever this was tomorrow, she didn’t want to worry Alison over something that could just be some prank by stupid kids with nothing better to do. 

“Yeah, I’m all ready to go,” Emily put on her best cheerful voice as she quickly shut the drawer and tried to push her fears away for the night. She and Alison hadn’t had any alone time in months. Between Alison’s job and the twins, they were lucky if they got to say a full sentence to each other before they were crawling into bed exhausted. 

This night was for them and Emily wasn’t going to let anyone or anything ruin that. She had dealt with worse and if what that note said was true, she would face it like she always did with every A that came into her life. 

Alison walked into the room, the blue dress she had chosen flowing beautifully around her body. The diamond earrings Emily had gotten her last Christmas sparkled brightly. She looked amazing and everything about her made Emily’s heart skip a beat. 

“Wow.” Emily sighed, walking over and kissing Alison softly. “You look flawless.” 

“Did you expect anything less?” Alison smiled and let her arms slowly wrap around Emily’s waist. 

“From Alison Dilaurentis? Never.” Emily laughed, letting the tension and stress drift away as she stared into Alison’s eyes and saw nothing but love and admiration staring back at her. She and Alison let the comfortable silence wrap them up in its warm embrace. It was like nothing else existed outside of them in that moment. 

The doorbell ringing was the only thing that pulled them apart. 

“That would be Ashley and Caleb.” Alison slowly uwrapped herself from Emily, but not before reaching up and kissing the tip of Emily’s nose. “I’ll get it.” She smiled and turned to walk toward the door. 

Emily turned around to grab her purse from the counter. She was sure that she would be able to make it through tonight without letting herself think about the note that was hiding just five feet away. That was until she heard Alison gasp and scream at the front door. Emily dropped her purse and ran to find Alison standing in front of the door looking back at Emily. There was someone else standing in the doorway with a bouquet of white roses, it was what the note had told her.

“Hello Emily.” A voice that Emily never thought she’d hear again reached her ears. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. Scream, cry, pass out, throw up, they all seemed like valid responses. But all Emily could think about what that note written in red ink. 

Dearest Emily, 

I’m alive and there are some things you should know about why I had to lie. I’ll be visiting you soon with some white roses because you were always my one true love. Be prepared to finally have all of your secrets come out. 

Love always, 

Maya xx

It was like seeing a ghost. After seeing the smile on Maya’s face, maybe it was more like seeing a demon. What had she found out and what was going to happen now that she was back? Emily felt her legs give out and her vision go black. The last thing she saw was Alison’s face looking at her with pure terror in her eyes. 

Everything was going to change now.

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Emison prompt: the other liars confront Ali to make sure her feelings for Emily are for real this time

OK so there you go!

“Why do I feel like this is so kind of intervention?” asked Alison sitting in Spencer’s barn.  The blonde girl had received a text earlier from Aria asking her to come over to Spencer’s.  Thinking that it was about the fact that they hadn’t heard from AD in a couple of days, Ali sprinted over there in less than five minutes.  

“Because it is.”  Hanna said as she return from the kitchen with a glass of water.

“Nice, what did I do now?” huffed Alison sitting back in the couch, preparing herself for what was about to come.

“It’s not something you did, but something you might do.”

“Geez Spence cryptic much?”  If she was being honest, Ali kind of knew why she was here.  Maybe she didn’t have Spencer’s brain, but it was easy to see that Emily was the only girl missing.  It made sense.  She was going to have the talk.

“Look Ali,” began Aria, “we don’t want to be the bad guys here.  We just want to make sure that you’re feelings for Em are real this time.”

“Yeah, you kind of have a bad rep with your feelings towards Emily,” said Hanna

“And we love you both,” pursued Spencer, “we don’t want anyone to get hurt.  So we are going to ask you this once: are your feelings real this time or is your judgement clouded by the fact that you’re carrying Emily’s baby?”

Alison took one good look at each of the girls in front of her.  Spencer had her arms folded and her “tell me the truth of else” pose, Hanna was sitting on the table in front of the couch, hands on her knees, waiting for an answer and Aria was a little further, an apologetic smile on her face.  This clearly wasn’t her idea.  The high school teacher took one long breath before she started to speak.

“When we were in high school, I always had this special bond with Emily.  I don’t know what is was but she was like a magnet.  I wanted to be close to her all the time but you knew me back then, I was bitchy Ali, the girl that everyone feared and respected at the same time.  I couldn’t act on this attraction.  So I ignored it.  I ignored it until recently.  The day I found out that the baby was Emily’s, I took a long walk in the woods.  I eventually reached the kissing rock.  I sat there for an hour or so and I just started thinking about what this meant.” She took a little pause.  This was getting more and more difficult because she hadn’t told anyone yet about how she really felt except to Emily. “I realized that every relationship I had never worked out because she was always on the back of my mind.  All of this time it was her and only her.  So for once in my life I acted on my feelings.  To answer your question, do I really love Em?  I love her more than anything in this world.  She is the reason why I am looking forward to the night because I can just cuddle with her and she makes the mornings worth it because I get to wake up next to her.  Yes, I really do love her.”

There was a pause.  Ali tried to guess what was going on in each of the girls mind.  Finally Spencer spoke up.  “Okay.” 

“Okay?” Alison repeated.

“Yeah that’s good enough for me.”  She walked toward the couch to hug the blonde.  She was sooner followed by Aria and Hanna and soon enough she was being hugged by three of the most important people in her life.  Alison pulled out of the hugged when she felt her cellphone buzzing.  It was a texte from Emily reading: Where are you?  I came back from my morning run and you weren’t home.  Alison smiled and typed that she was at spencer with the other girls.  Soon enough, the five girls were in Spencer’s barn, talking like they were carefree teenagers once again.

I hope this is what you were looking for!  I’ll probably post it on my AO3 and do like a collection of all my drabble.  Till next time!