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Star-Crossed (M)

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☆Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut || CEO!Jimin

☆Pairing: Jimin x Reader

☆Length: 22.7k

☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like  a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.

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MC Alone On Valentines Day....

[MC has entered the chatroom]

MC: OH February… OH February… The time in which love blooms and shines…

Yoosung: DATE ME.

MC: OH And how happy I’d be with a lover…

ZEN: JESUS CHRIST JUST LOVE ME.

MC: Gah… Too bad I’ll be all alone…

Jaehee: TAKE ME BB.

MC: I wish OH I wish that I had a fiancé…

Saeyoung: HERE. YOUR FIANCÉ. IS RIGHT HERE.

MC: I’m OH so lonely… So sad…. With no one to love…..

Jumin: Me. CHOOSE. ME.

MC: Looks like I’ll just spend it alone… Again… *sigh*

V: Please… Take me…

MC: No one would bother to love me anyways….

Saeran: I. WANT. YOU.

MC: WELP… Time to drown my sorrows with cheesy romance movies… BY MYSELF….

[MC has left the chatroom]

[*Yoosung cries in a corner]

[ZEN screams on a table]

[Jaehee Kang is trying to breathe]

[707 lies down and rethinks life]

[Jumin Han is pouring more wine]

[V is also sobbing in a corner]

[Saeran shoots a fucking lamp]

“Are you nearly done?” she spoke, fingers reaching out to touch your waist. She’s warm, and it feels very sweet  when she presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, worn sweater of hers hanging off your frame. It’s the warmest feeling, her arms wrapping around your waist. Her sweater was given to you when she was in college. A small liberal art school on the coast, her fingers drumming on the counter top.

 You stir the spaghetti, and you smile, nodding.

 “It’s almost done, babe.” she laughs, looking at you with honest to god heart eyes.

 “Look at us,” she laughed, taking a sip of the Welch’s grape juice you’d poured in wine glasses, glasses you’d bought to celebrate your first home together. “We’re fucking saps.” she smiled at you, and you swore to god that you could melt, between the cracks of the hardwood you stood on.

 Home is the perfect word to describe this girl, and this place you’ve moved into. It’s tiny and the AC is awful and her clothes don’t have enough room but she’s here. She’s here and she looks like an angel, hair tossed up in a bun and a silly smile on her lips. 

She’s here and she is so beautiful, the kind of beautiful you could wait your whole life and still never see. She is the kind of blessing that all those nights wondering if this, liking who you do and loving who you love was worth it, she’s the kind of blessing that makes your heart scream yes, of course.

“Stirring spaghetti and playing shitty music from 2009, we’re such rom com princesses.” you quip back. She rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, and a spike of worry shot up in your tummy because there was a roll in the oven.

But a beautiful woman had just grabbed your hand and you weren’t about to say no because of a fucking roll. Incidentally, she’d pulled you to an empty floor surrounded by boxes, laying down and looking up at the ceiling.

There’s plastic night light stars for kids stuck on the ceiling. It’s not glowing because the lights are on. The spaghetti smells lovely.

You’re lying down, and you turn to your side and press your face into her neck.

“We’re really doing it, huh?” she whispered. Her family hadn’t loved it, the idea of doing it when you did, and your family wasn’t huge on it because she’s… not a guy.

But you get up to put the spaghetti on plates and your favorite movie is playing on an ipad propped up on a box, and life feels good.

The ipad is all her eyes are trained on, and you look at her, you look and look and look and you still don’t get tired of it because she’s lovely, because she’s brilliantly gorgeous and lovely in a way you’ve always been in awe of.

“See something you like?” she says cheekily. 

“Nope,” you smiled, turning to her, and kissing her, slowly and feeling her smile into it, “Something I love.”

2

In Greek mythology, Hestia is the virgin goddess of the hearth and home. The first born of Rhea and Cronus, she was the first swallowed by Cronus when he grew fearful that one of his children would dethrone him. After Zeus forced his father to disgorge his children, Hestia was the last to be yielded up, making her both the eldest and the youngest child.

As the goddess of the hearth she personified the fire burning in the hearth of every home in Greece. Hestia receiving the first offering at every sacrifice in the household with families pouring sweet wine in her name and dedicating the richest portion of food to her. Though Hestia did not have a public cult, she was worshipped at any temple, regardless of the god the temple was dedicated to. 

Candy Hearts || Bucky x Reader

Summary → A year of silently pinning over your best friend and neighbor Bucky Barnes ends happier than expected when you spend Valentine’s Day together.

Word Count → 2.9K (I’m a wordy bitch, okay?)

Warnings → Cursing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!). Fluff? Definitely fluff.

A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! I apologize for the delay, but I had an unplanned twelve hour work shift today. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d try my hand at fluffy smut (it’s a first for me - so go easy on this fic). Other than that, enjoy!

A nervous giggle flew from your lips as you twirled on your toes to face the full-length mirror hung over the back of your bedroom door. Your usual untamed knot of hair had been brushed and curled into effortless beach waves that cascaded down your shoulders and back. You wore nothing but Bucky’s trademark, burgundy Henley, which you’d confiscated the last time you’d done laundry together. It hung loosely over your frame, hitting mid-thigh and creating an innocently sexy, ‘girl next door’ type of vibe. You undid the first few buttons of the V-neck, to show off just the right amount of cleavage. You opted for some mascara and pink chapstick, making your lips appear fuller. Thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you exited your room and tiptoed excitedly down the hall.

Over the past eighteen months, as your friendship with Bucky had grown closer, the both of you had developed several traditions. Every Sunday you’d get together for pasta, you’d lift weights with each other three times a week, and Tuesday nights were spent on Bucky’s couch with abundant amounts of junk food while binge watching television shows. Unless there was a particularly lengthy mission for the team or some other out of the ordinary incident, neither of you ever bailed on your plans. And tonight, Valentine’s Day, was not about to be any different. You had been secretly ecstatic when Bucky double-checked you’d still be getting together for takeout and Netflix, despite the holiday.

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Devour (Smut)

Summary: No real plot here, tbh. Just Shawn treating you right. 

S/o to @permanentguitar for the assist and @anothermendesfangirl for making the visual at the end of this. 

Have at it. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated. 


He knows how to take care of you. He always does. So when he asks you how your day was during dinner and you explain how long and stressful it was, it didn’t surprise you when he pulls you out of your seat to lead you to the bedroom. The second glass of wine you just poured is also in tow because, well, you’re not going to let it go to waste.

“Really?” he chuckles as you take a long sip and set the glass on nightstand. The corner of your mouth pulls into a smirk and you shrug at him. You’re almost too tired to care at this point and you’re ready for whatever he has in store for you.

His hand comes up to cup the side of your face and his lips find yours. This kiss itself is short and sweet, then his lips move to the corner of your mouth before peppering kisses across the rest of your face. His nose grazes against your cheek as his lips travel and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. The gasp you let out lets him know.

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Rotten Judgement - part 4

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,877

Warnings: -

A/N: I died three times while writing this. I dedicate this one to the sun, kindly f*ck off. I hope you like this one, some fun stuff coming soon :)

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You and Steve walked hand in hand down the street, enjoying the cool breeze. You knew you had angered Bucky, but you didn’t care. You would deal with him and his silly pride later. Right now, you wanted to enjoy your time with Steve. He was charming and, quite literally, perfect.

“I’ve got a friend who wants to meet you,” Steve said.

“You told your friends about me?” A slight blush crept up his cheeks, making you chuckle. “Relax, Cap. I’d love to meet your friends.”

He gave you the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. It made your stomach do a pleasant flip. You felt your face heat and bashfully lowered your eyes.

It’s too cliché, you thought. Get a grip, girl!

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Jamaica

This is a lil something I wrote because I watched BTA and it ruined me…special thanks to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me edit and sort it out!! Hope you all like it!! xx B

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The sunlight was blinding, the humidity making your skin sticky and already making your hair nearly unmanageable as you made your way off the tarmac. You squinted and pulled down your shades, your eyes darting everywhere until they landed on a curly head of hair about ten yards from you. Harry was bent over his cell phone, lips rolled into his mouth and a pair of black RayBans holding his hair back from his eyes. He looked as delicious as ever, and you swallowed as you admired the slight tan he’d acquired over the past couple of weeks. Harry had always held a soft spot in your heart; with his killer smile and charming personality, you often wanted nothing more than to get on your knees for him. That sort of thinking wasn’t appropriate though, especially since the pair of you had always been just friends, nothing more. You cleared your throat.
“Harry!” You called and his head popped up, a warm smile on his lips.
”‘Lo, love! ’Ve missed ya, glad yeh decided t'come down.“ His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing sweetly to your cheek, and you bit your lip as the scent of him flooded your senses. You loved the way he smelled. “Shall we?” Harry reached for your bags, leaving one arm draped casually over your shoulder.
“How’ve you been, H? How’s the writing?” Harry’s dimples deepened, and his eyes sparkled happily. He was well-rested for once, with no dark circles under his clear green eyes, and you smiled up at him as he began to ramble on about his album. Harry talked the entire way to the house he shared with his writing partners, his voice light and hands moving animatedly as he drove. The house itself was gorgeous, and when Harry showed you to your temporary room, you couldn’t help the snort that came from your lips.
“What happened to living modestly hidden in Jamaica?” A shrug and a half smile was his response as he set your bags down. He suddenly seemed close, very close, and his eyes had a new, unreadable look in them.
“’M glad yeh came, love, really. ’S been too long.” Harry gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. Your tummy flipped when you watched his eyes dart quickly to your lips. If only he would just lean a little closer…..
“Harry? Y/N?” The pair of you jumped at Jeff’s voice calling through the house, your cheeks heating as Harry scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeh, um…get unpacked and settled, yeah? I think everyone wants t'go out t'night, yeh should go.” Harry turned to leave, his shoulders a little tense, and you frowned.
“Are you not going?” His head turned to look at you over his shoulder and he offered a small smile.
“Yeh know me, love; partying isn’t m'thing, is it?” Then he was out the door, leaving you to mull over going out or not.
Two hours later, everyone but you and Harry filed out of the house, taking all of the loud noise and talking with them. Harry’d taken to sitting by the dining table, a guitar in his hands and a glass of wine sitting in front of him as he strummed quietly.
“Mind if I join you?” His eyes flew to you, his lips curling into a smile. A large hand tunneled through his hair as he looked you over, taking in your pajama shorts and loose tank top. You could’ve sworn a flash of desire sparked in his eyes.
“Not at all. Wine?” He was already pouring you half a glass, sliding it over to you as you took the seat next to him. Thanking him with a nod, you took a sip, your gaze moving to the large windows to admire the view of the beach and beautiful sea beyond it.
“How’s everythin’ in your world? How’s..what’s his name?” You didn’t miss the way his lip curled down in distaste at the mention of your last fling.
“Wouldn’t know. I ended it just after you left…prick was sleeping with two other girls.” A grunt left Harry’s lips as he propped his guitar against the table, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
“I’m sorry, love. Yeh too good fo’ him anyways.” You shrugged, draining the wine from your glass and setting it back on the table.
“I sure know how to pick them, eh?” A humorless laugh left your lips and Harry frowned, shaking his head.
“’S'alright, pet, he was the one with the problem, not you.” You rolled your head back, still hyper aware of Harry’s warm palm on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.
“Where are all the good ones, H? The creeps and arseholes are always the ones I attract. Where are all the men like you?” Harry’s brows rose a little, a ball tightening in his stomach. All he’d wanted to do since you’d gotten off the plane was kiss you until your lips were swollen, and now here you were, asking him where men like him were hiding. He shifted a little closer to you, hand tightening on your thigh.
“Men like me?” The words were quiet, unfocused as Harry watched your throat move as you swallowed.
“You know, men who…are real. Who aren’t afraid to let you know what they want. Men who are loyal, good guys. Where do all of you hide out?” Now you were so close to each other that you could feel his warm breath puffing over your cheek. Harry’s tongue swept along his bottom lip, and you longed to kiss him. His fingers edged under the hem of your shorts, goosebumps raising on your skin.
“’M certainly not hidin’, angel.” A crooked smirk tugged at his lips and then Harry leaned in, his pink lips covering yours. You gasped, and it was enough of a space for his tongue to edge out, sweeping along your top lip as if to ask permission. You eagerly gave him more room to work, your hands going to fist in his white t-shirt as his tongue met yours, tentatively brushing over it. When the first tiny whimper bubbled from your throat, Harry pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours.
“D'yeh wan’ this?” Always so good, that was Harry. So, so good all the time. In response, you stood and leaned over him, taking his jaw in your hands and kissing him hotly. A surprised grunt rumbled through him as his hands grasped your hips, pushing you back as he stood. Your backside met the wall, and you moaned as Harry’s hands began to wander. His fingers worked to push your shirt up and over your head, revealing your tummy and chest to him. He tossed your shirt to the floor and his hands moved to cup your breasts over your bra.
“Harry,” you managed, hips bucking into his, moaning again once you felt the hard length of him pressing against your lower body.
“Yeh wet fo’ me? Hm, angel?” Your bra straps were tugged down your arms, and the clasp was undone before your bra joined your tank top on the floor.
“Yes, yes, I’m so wet.” It was true; your panties had been ruined since his hand first landed on your thigh. A growl left Harry’s lips at your words, his dark eyes dropping to your breasts.
“Jesus, pet. S'pretty.” His tongue lapped over one of your nipples, and you let out a garbled moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your breast. Harry’s hips rutted into yours, desperate for any amount of pressure on his aching cock. Your hand slipped down to slide into his loose shorts, easily finding his cock. He groaned against your skin when you circled your hand around his thick length, enjoying the heavy weight of him. Harry worked to yank down your shorts and panties, lips moving heatedly over your exposed skin.
“Christ, darling, feels s'good.” His breath puffed against your collarbones as he thrusted his hips with each stroke of your hand, moaning each time you thumbed the tip of him. Your free hand went to pull down his shorts, thankful for the fact that he tended to go commando, and your mouth watered at the sight of his fully hard cock. It was flushed and pretty, little pearls of precum already beading on his head. “S'nough, pet,” Harry said darkly, one arm going to brace the wall beside your head and the other moving to grasp your thigh to wrap your leg around his hip. “Yeh ready?” He asked as your fingers twisted in the thin material of his shirt. You nodded as Harry mouthed along your jawline and crowded against you, one hand moving to guide himself into you.
“Big!” You gasped, reveling in the burning stretch that came as he buried himself to the hilt. A low, rumbling groan spread through Harry’s chest, his eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched around him. His lips closed around your earlobe and he began to thrust, hips rutting into yours with smooth, measured strokes. You were so tight and warm around him, taking every inch of him gladly, and Harry was seeing stars by the time a curl of pleasure began to ball in his stomach.
“Yeh feel amazin’, pet…knew yeh would, wanted this fo’ so long.” His neck veins strained as he threw his head back, his words turning into long moans as your walls clenched around him. His thick cock brushed every nerve in you, goading you quickly to your orgasm as his lips lowered to your neck. Harry nibbled at your damp skin, tongue soothing the sting of his bite as you mewled loudly.
“Please, Harry!” You cried, hand slipping up to tug at his hair. Harry growled at the feeling, hips shifting to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the otherwise quiet house, and you thanked whoever was watching out for you for sending your friends out of the house for the night.
“Can yeh feel me all up in yeh?” Harry’s hand circled your wrist and led it to rest on your lower belly, where he pressed it down until you could feel the tip of him brushing your walls. A loud moan ripped through you. Filthy. He was absolutely filthy with you, and you couldn’t help the garbled half-sentences that fell from your lips as his fingers went to circle your clit.
“Close! So close, baby, please.” Your voice was strangled as you fought for a decent breath, your throat dry from crying out. Harry’s lips covered yours, swallowing your moans and shouts as he moved faster, his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. The kiss was just as filthy as his words, sloppy and wet, all tongue meeting tongue and lips smacking against lips. Your hands fisted tighter in his shirt and hair as you barreled towards your orgasm, back arching.
“Yeh gonna cum fo’ me? Gonna b'good, pet?” Harry’s tongue licked down your throat and you screwed your eyes shut as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, please, please, Harry. I’m so close,” you cried, head rolling back against the wall. Harry grunted in response, the vein that wrapped along the underside of him pulsing with pleasure as he neared his edge.
“Cum,” he puffed against your breast, “cum fo’ me. C'mon, angel, give it t'me.” Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your orgasm broke over you, white flooding your vision. Harry was quick to follow, spurting hot, sticky ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Sweat coated the both of you, and the Jamaican air wasn’t helping, almost suffocatingly hot as you fought for breaths. Harry’s head rested against your collarbones, his softening length still nestled inside of you. You pressed short kisses to his hairline, trembling still, and Harry huffed out a laugh.
“Well tha’s one way t’ welcome yeh.” You let out a shaky laugh as he withdrew, hands coming to cup your cheeks. “’Ve wanted yeh fo’ s'long, love.” A sweet, chaste kiss was pressed to your mouth and you smiled sleepily at him, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Now you’ve got me.” You replied. Harry’s response was a wicked, promising smirk that made heat coil in your belly again.
“C'mon, pet, there’s a king-sized bed with silk sheets that I need t’ see yeh writhing against.” And writhe you did.

anonymous asked:

honestly i'm not even a hellenic polytheist or even a spiritual person at all, but whenever i see dionysus described as just "the god of wine" i get 10 years off my lifespan cuz honestly wine is basically just a tool to his thing about liberation and spiritual ecstasy like "god of wine" just feels so reductive for a deity thats so important and represents something so rich within greek culture

i can relate!! i live with my lady dio close in my heart always, and wine is important, yes, but its more than just a drink and dionysus was more than just the fool who went around getting turnt all the time (i mean, i doubt they’d be entirely innocent of that, but it goes deeper than just the alcohol)

dionysus is a god of a certain kind of joy and freedom. the god of laughter, the god of tragedy and comedy through the power of drama… this is human ecstasy. this is that which humans call divine that is allowed to be felt by humans. dionysus is less party god, and more pleasure god. the pleasure of freedom - from our oppressors, from our expectations, from ourselves.

like…. im gettin really excitable about this haha! basically, i love dionysus, my lord and lady, goddess and god. i probably worship them a bit differently than most people, and im sure many people think im a total whackjob (i do, too, so i understand), but i think most people that know her and love her can agree that dionysus is a god of wine, but is also so much more than just what those words appear to mean.

So, my cousin and I were chitchating about PotO the other day (she’s a baby phan, she just read the Leroux novel) and she had this brainwave about a Phantom of the Opera theme park, and we started toying with the idea and what it would look like and what it would include and well… these are some of the ridiculous things we came up with:

  • “some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera”, playing from the speakers whenever someone enters the park
  • an underground lair boat ride
  • a chandelier drop tower 
  • a chandelier chair swing ride
  • a Punjab Lasso reverse bungee
  • Punjab lasso claw machines where you can catch monkey plushies
  • a mirror funhouse (obviously)
  • a “find the safety pin” game
  • a torture chamber escape room with live actors as the Daroga and Raoul
  • karaoke (once again, obviously)
  • a “catch Christine’s scarf” game
  • small comical skits every day at 5pm, possibly inspired by the Tumblr posts of the Phandom
  • AN ACTUAL ORGAN FOR ANYONE TO BLAST
  • a “climb the elephant from Hannibal” climbing wall
  • an “escape the rat catcher” flipping doors game 
  • dunking game with musical/book trivia or musical lyrics
  • “keep your hand at the level of your eyes to take a photo”
  • a roller coaster ride that takes you to the roof of the opera house, then plunges to the cellars
  • a trapdoor escape game 
  • a “climb the rafters” zip line/climbing game
  • scorpion/grasshopper animal springers for da babies
  • pony rides with Cesar for da toddlers
  • a souvenir shop with all sorts of PotO memorabilia and merch
  • actual masquerade balls every Wednesday and Saturday, and the invitations will be notes signed by Erik
  • a small museum showcasing the history of the book and the musical
  • there will be street names like “Rue Scribe” or “Rue Notre Dame de Victoires” and the centre square will be “la Place de l’Opera”
  • an actor dressed as the Daroga, wandering around the theme park, randomly staring at people suspiciously
  • the faucet handles in the WCs will be a scorpion and a grasshopper, and you’ll have to turn the grasshopper for hot water and the scorpion for cold water (because Erik would definately be the cold water lmao)
  • a hologram of Erik will show up in the WC’s mirrors every now and then to scare the shit out of people
  • Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber “head in the hole’s”
  • A “Cafe de l’Opera” coffeshop/restaurant/bar/whatever (just like the one that’s across the Opera House in Paris) where there will be a self-service policy for wines and spirits and you’ll have to go get them yourself from actual wine barrels and every time you pour wine in your glass you’ll hear “barrels! barrels! any barrels to sell?” from the speakers
  • “IIIIT’S OOOVER NOOOW THE MUUUSIC OFFFF THEEE NIIIIGHT” playing whenever someone leaves

…I never realized just how much I needed this in my life aND I SWEAR I’LL GIVE MY KIDNEY TO ANYONE WHO’LL MAKE IT HAPPEN

{feel free to make your own additions to the list. actually, please make your own additions to the list}

The Friendly Wager (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,562

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, bad jokes, angst

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Tags are closed. Only two parts left after this! I’m really sorry for pushing out two updates but I’m running out of time and work is going to be tough, so…

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Children of the Greek Gods, the Olympians

Zeus
Those born to the King of the Gods are not to be trifled with, for they radiate strength and command. Electricity flares at the tips of their fingers, lightning running through their veins and setting their blood alight. They are the approaching storm, the bolt racing towards battle with a grin on their face and power in their hands.

Hera
Chosen rather than born of the Goddess of marriage, Hera’s favoured share her majesty and pride. Powerful, wise, and at times intimidating, these individuals can be incredible allies or enemies to be feared. They form strong bonds with family, whom they will defend vehemently. Insult them or their family at your peril.

Poseidon
Their steps send tremors through the earth, their ears ring with the steady beat of the tide, the scent of the sea consumes their senses. Children of the sea, born amongst the waves, they take strength from their father’s realm. They are as adaptable as the element they command, as dangerous as the storms their father creates on a whim.

Hades
Ink shadows, haunting whispers in the night, the chill of a passing spirit. Hades’ children share their father’s realm, holding sway over the dead and the black rock of the underworld. Ghostly auras and ancient burial grounds call to them, and they know that one day they will rest forever in their father’s halls.

Athena
They spring forth from the thoughts of the goddess, a culmination of their mortal parent’s intelligence and Athena’s divinity. Purposeful, achieving beyond all expectations, they seek knowledge, display skill and strategy. They are the calm leaders, the thinkers of tomorrow, these beautiful minds.

Aphrodite
The parting of perfect lips, delicate lashes fluttering, fingertips trailing across smooth skin. They charm with a look, a soft smile melting hearts. Aphrodite’s children inherit her grace and lure, promoting love and passion as their mother has done for millennia. Love is love and they are its ultimate champions.

Ares 
The smell of leather and sweat, feet pounding against the earth, calloused hands clasped around blood-tipped daggers. Ares’ children are the fighters, the ones to jump head first into danger with a smirk on their face. These skilled individuals live for the battle, their blood running hot with the gifts of their father.

Hephaestus
With flame and tools these demigods may create wonders, crafting and sculpting with a finesse not seen wielded by any mortal. They create life from metal, constantly building, tinkering, discovering. With a command over fire and active minds, Hephaestus’ children will excel wherever their heart takes them.   

Apollo
Sunlight paints their skin, dips their fingers in gold. Apollo’s children are the warmth of a new day, eyes shining with visions- of the future, of possibilities. Their hands create exquisite worlds within their art, their lips enchanting with words; poetic, lyrical, melodic. Yet, cross these golden demigods and beware, for their hands may also sow sorrow in the form of disease.

Artemis
Goddess of virginity and protector of young girls, her adopted children are the Hunters of Artemis. She takes the worthy in, those with strength running through their veins; hidden or not. Their aim never wavers, their feet sprint along wooded paths as if they’ve known the forests their whole lives, following prey with hunter’s intuition. 

Demeter
The earth shifts at their feet, sprouting blossoms and leaving a wake of greenery as they pass. With fingers trailing through the wheat, Demeter’s children cultivate and raise the world’s gardens. They oversee the seasons, putting the grain to rest as winter falls and breathing life into the buds at the first sign of spring. 

Hermes
A whisper as they pass, a mischievous laugh, the barely there echo of their winged feet, and the lightening of your pockets as they make use of their sticky fingers. Cunning, swift, and precise, these demigods share their father’s quick-wits and fast feet. They are the pranksters, the thieves, the athletes of this world, and the ones it would pay not to underestimate, for their potential is endless.

Dionysus 
There is a wild side to all children of Dionysus, madness and excitement are all the same to them. They’ll pull you into a party in a whirlwind of concentrated mayhem; drinks flowing from their fingers, eyes dancing with ecstasy, music vibrating through their souls. Whether inducing frenzy or pouring wine, they possess the same chaotic, enthralling nature as their father, liberators of inhibition. 

Hestia
Warmth, peace, and affection radiate from Hestia’s children. Born of the hearth, the virgin goddess’ offspring are beings of the home. They stoke the fire with a wave of their hands, ease growing conflict with a non-confrontational smile, and create enticing dishes with the barest of ingredients. They may  not seem as powerful as other demigods, yet, respect to them and their mother is always given, for she is the first born of the gods. 


(part one/ part two)

Replenish (Jimin AMBW Smut)

Sorry for the wait- here’s your request @tropicalwinchesters I hope you enjoy!

“Ughhhh.” You groaned softly as you leaned against the door with your body groggy and completely done with the day. You gripped at your keys dragging them slowly from your purse to stick them into the keyhole turning it slowly so that you could unlock the door. Your feet were throbbing from the long shift that you worked in your heels. Your job required you to dress the part and sometimes wear heels and today was one of those days. It felt like your feet had their own heart beat with each step you took into the house. Though you started off looking good your hair was becoming a big poof ball resulting in you putting it up in a bun as you tried to get through the day. Once you were inside of the house, you took off your shoes throwing them down onto the floor beside the door. You shut it before placing your purse on the couch as you walked through the front room towards the kitchen smelling the food aroma that filled the air. You could hear the distinct sizzle of the pan and a soft melodic laughter slipping from your lover’s lips as he listened to something on the television screen.

“Baby.” You called out weakly as your hands gripped onto the counter, you pulled out a chair to sit in, the bright light from the kitchen triggering a slight headache as you stare at the back of your lover. He was holding a fork in one hand poking at some meat in the pot, he had on baggy sweat pants and a long sleeve red shirt that showed off his biceps. He turned around to look at you tilting his head with a slight smile, his tanned skin glowing as he flashed his teeth. His dark brown hair falling into his eyes parted down the middle.

“Baby you look like shit.” He admitted softly trying to get you to laugh.

“Gee thanks baby you’re so encouraging.” The corner of your lips dropping down into a frown as you watched him. He clutched at his heart playfully as he gripped at a plate turning back around to fix food onto both plates, and moved to slid them into the oven. Once it was set he moved towards you, walking behind you he gripped at your shoulders giving them a deep squeeze causing you to let out a strangled cry from how good it felt for him to take away some of the tension there. Your shoulders seeming to match the throbbing of your feet.

“Someone had a hard day at work huh?” He asked softly pressing a kiss onto the back of your neck as his hands moved across your skin kneading and gripping onto your flesh. You nodded your head looking at the pan where the food had just been feeling your stomach tighten and ripple out a growl. “Do you want talk about it?” He asked softly and you shook your head huffing.

“No, I just really want to get over today and have some distractions.” You admitted as you tried to look up at him.

“Then.. Wait right here. And no touching the food.” Jimin warned stealing a kiss from your lips. And like that he was gone leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your fingers drummed against the table as you laid your chin against one of the palms of your hands. Your eyes skimmed from the stove to the television and back. Jimin’s words rung through your ears but your stomach was resisting the will for you to behave and head warnings.

“Stop looking.” Jimin joked as he trodden back into the kitchen going to the cabinet to grab at a clear wine glass for you. He sat it down on the counter before he opened the fridge to get out your favorite bottle of wine. He poured the red wine into the glass sliding it to you with a gentle smile on his lips. He waited for you to take a few sips before he was picking you up carrying you into the room. He let you hold onto him as he sat you down on the bed, he let you finish the wine as he started to push the upper half of your body back against the bed. He gripped at the tight pencil skirt you had on sliding it down your legs before he reached for your button up shirt. Undoing the buttons slowly, you watched him with hooded eyes feeling your want for him creep up but you were so damn tired. Jimin made sure to undo each button before he pushed the shirt over your shoulders letting it pool against your wrist. You finished off the glass of wine and he waited patiently for you to do so but once you were done he gripped at the glass sitting it down on the stand beside the bed. He stood you up to slid your panties down your legs and he moved to grip at your bra unsnapping it from behind you letting it slide off your shoulders. He picked you up bridal style, shutting the light off into your room turning your lamp on so that it was dim in the room. He carried you into the bathroom and a soft gasp left your lips. He had music playing in the bathroom from the stereo on the wall. There was a mix of red rose and vanilla scented candles that light up the room along the sink and the tub. The water had rose petals into it and bubbles that rose in different designs. Jimin smiled at you as he sat you down into the tub gently, letting you relax. He stripped off his shirt at first just sitting beside you, reaching over to take your hair down from the bun it was in. You released a soft groan and he just watched you as his hands rubbed at your scalp.

“Does it feel good?” He asked softly and you nodded your head, leaning into his touch with your eyes finally dropping closed. He pulled back after some time to grab at a towel letting the water get onto it, he lifted it up to squeeze the water and let it cascade down onto your hair wetting it. You smiled gratefully as he took care of you dampening your hair. He moved to get the shampoo, getting on his knees he poured some into your hair letting it lather up before he started to wash it. He made sure to scrub and get the soap all over your head making sure to clean your hair before he rinsed it and put conditioner next. He had been with you for so long he knew how to take care of your hair better than you did sometimes. He smiled lovingly at you pressing a kiss against your lips as he soaped up a towel next starting to wash your body off. His touches were soft and gentle the cloth moving down the valley of your breast and over your stomach. He lifted your legs up washing them off one by one, before he sat them back down and let the towel get wet once again before he started to rinse your body off. Once he was done he was going to leave but you reached out for him opening your eyes with a pout.

“Sit with me and relax? I want daddy..” You mumbled slightly looking into the water. Sometimes you just needed to be taken care of and tonight was one of those nights. Jimin nodded his head, stripping off his clothes he moved to crawl into the tub behind you pulling you onto his lap. You sat in a quiet silence just listening to music and vibing together. The steam rose off both of your bodies as the hot water enveloped your skin. Jimin let his wet hands lift to rub soothing circles into your hips as he started to talk to you about everything and nothing all at once.

His voice had gotten deeper due to the relaxed state he was in while he was with you. His hands moved across your stomach so that he could press the pads of his fingers harder into your skin loving the groans and mewls he was eliciting from your lips. His hands trailed lower to your thighs, he was on a roll making sure he was touching the spots that made your body react with little litters of goosebumps. He hummed softly leaning down to start and pepper kisses along your jaw until he was letting his lips rest against your neck. He inhaled your scent, loving being this close to you he realized how needy he was for you in this exact moment. His hands started to wander, his legs lifted your up and parted your thighs, his fingers moving to dance across the insides of your thighs massaging the skin there. He let his fingers start at the skin against your knees before he trailed them higher up your thighs right against your heat on either side but he never once touched you were he knew you were starting to want him the most.

“Jimin.” You groaned softly and he shook his head swiping his tongue across your neck.

“Patience kitten.” He cooed out as he slid his hand back down your legs and once again back towards the inside of your thighs. His hands were becoming bolder in movements. Sliding up from your thighs to the lower part of your stomach he let his nails slightly drag across your bottom stomach and you shuddered moving around his lap softly. He let his tongue drag across your pulse point, one of his hands moving to dip down and press against your pussy causing you to gasp in pleasure.

“Jimin, please.” You whined out, wanting it but not wanting to be exhausted.

“Let daddy help replenish you.” He muttered hotly against your ear, a smile curling on his lips. His hand covered the area of your pussy, one hand rested against your lower stomach as he let his hand move up and down the whole length of your pussy, teasing it and playfully dipping his finger down between your lips only to pull his fingers out. He teased your pussy a bit more before his hands were pressing down against your clit. He let the pads of his fingers rub against your pert bud, chuckling to himself at how your juices slipped into the water. Your eyes drifted shut as your hips pressed against his hand, trying to meet his motions with little thrusts of his hips, you could feel your lust slowly build up as he rubbed at your pussy. Jimin was great at pushing your buttons. He knew your body well and knew when you would tick from the right things especially when you were tired. His fingers slowly slid down your slit as he spread your pussy lips wide to let the hot water press against you. Your hips jolted and Jimin slapped your pussy lightly before he let his middle finger slowly circle around your entrance. You bit on your bottom lip tilting your head slightly to feel his tongue on your skin more. He pushed in his finger slowly, pushing it until he made sure his knuckle was buried deep inside of you. Your mouth parted to let his name roll off your lips softly. He started to pull it out of your pussy dragging it slowly against your walls before he pushed it back in. Your hips pushed back against his lap and grinded against his finger every time he entered it inside of you. He slipped in his ring finger next, just letting the both of them sit inside of you. He was stretching you out, but in his own way as he held his fingers there.

“Jimin!” You whined out looking at him. He gave you one look that made you shut up your protest as you looked off pouting.

“Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re needy.” He teased as he fingered you slowly, scissoring his fingers in and out of you, making a come-hither motion inside of your pussy. You enjoyed the feeling of his fingers pushing deep inside of your pussy, your hips rolling around in a circle. “Do you like it when I touch you here baby girl? Do you like how I finger your pussy?” He questioned softly as he added another finger inside of you, his free hand moving up to cup your breast. He let his fingers pinch at your nipples before he started to roll his fingers over the flesh his fingers grazing at your nipples. Your body was becoming on fire, little hitches of your breath left your lips as he pleasured you in the tub. The water cascaded down your thighs as you bucked your hips up against his hands. Jimin pushed his thick fingers deeper, using his wrist to flick his fingers deeper inside of you pressing right against your spot.

“Fuck Jimin- shit right there.” Your hand moved to grip at his hair, pulling on the locks he was eager to pound his fingers inside of you adding another finger letting all four stretch inside of you.

“Damn look at how your pussy is taking my fingers. It seems you’re being a little greedy girl tonight. We will have to do something about that.” Jimin promised biting on your earlobe pulling onto the flesh. He moved to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in a circle as he continued to thrust his fingers into your tight pussy and you were on edge. Your free hand moving to grip at the tub as the other hand continued to hold onto Jimin’s hair. His dark locks feeling good to grab at as your orgasm started to swim in the pit of your stomach.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Are you going to let me feel your cum all over my fingers?” He asked and you nodded eagerly as your hips jerked harder against his thrusts. In a matter of seconds, you were cumming on his fingers your back arching as your body locked up, your juices slipping out to mix into the water and onto Jimin’s fingers. He growled softly feeling the wetness and how tightly you were wrapping around his digits. He let you ride out your orgasm until you were done, he pulled out his fingers slowly, pressing them against your lips you parted them to suck and slurp on his digits cleaning them.

“Look at that. That’s right baby girl get them nice and fucking clean.” You heard him whisper to you, feeling his hard dick against the crack of your ass excited you more and you couldn’t help but grind back against him, trying to edge him on. He pulled his fingers from your lips slowly before he turned you around, you looked down at him with hazy eyes your hands moving to rest on his broad shoulders. Jimin wrapped your legs around his waist as he gripped at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your soaking pussy lips.

“Look at how hard you’ve made me. Fuck you’ve made daddy so hard.” He groaned as he pushed you down onto his lap letting his thick shaft slip past your entrance. He stretched you out, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close as he started to lift you off his shaft before he slid you back down onto his cock. Your hands gripped at his hair at the nape of his neck playing with the soft strands as you helped him out, grinding your hips back and circling it every time your hips met one by one.

“You make daddy feel so good. Your pussy feels so good around my cock. You always make me feel so good kitten. I love your pussy, I love being buried inside of you. Let me take your stress. Let it go and enjoy me.” He muttered against your ear as he thrust up against you. His hands moved to grip at your ass helping you grind against him as he did the same. The water started to splash and spill onto the floor creating puddles around the both of you as Jimin took you slowly. He looked around at the candles that were melting and though they were all in place holders he didn’t want to risk the water blowing them out. He picked you up slowly, holding your body as he let the water continue to splash. Your legs wrapping around his waist he carried you out of the tub and walked slowly through the bathroom until he was pressing you down onto the bed.

He looked down at you kissing your lips before he buried his face in your neck his hands gripping at the sheets beside your head. He let his legs spread out to press down against the sheets, your legs draped around his lower back as the heels of your feet pressed into his lower back. He started to grind deep into you giving you long deep strokes. He didn’t fuck you, it was more like he was making love to you, your hands clung onto him, fingers dragging across his wet skin. It was hard to dig your nails into his skin but you tried for dear life. Your head moved to rest back against the sheets of your shared bed. Your hips continued to thrust up against his, you were impatient but you tried to let him take the slow pace, his hand moving down to rub against your clit slowly, your hips started to buck faster against his and he complied moving to push your hips down into the bed rutting into you. His fingers moved faster on your clit, tapping and pressing against the wetness as it soaked out his fingers. He groaned as he felt your walls starting to clamp down around his shaft like a vice. He was becoming a bit rougher with his thrusts moving to lean his head down to suck on your breast, tugging on your pert nipples with his teeth, he let his tongue press against the puckered bud and he enveloped as much into his mouth as he could. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling him closer as your hips ground against each other.

“Please harder daddy. Please keep it there.” You begged out to him, and he continued to snap his hips against yours.

“Come on, cum for me. Let me feel your juices on my dick. I want to feel it all.” Jimin softly cooed against your ear with a hazy voice. You did as told, making sure that you wrapped your pussy around his dick as tight as you could. You met your orgasm cumming on his shaft, as he rubbed your clit but he didn’t stop there he continued to slap at your pussy and rub it harder, causing you to ultimately squirt and cum again as he filled you to the brim with his cum. He picked you up and pulled you into his lap, the sheets were wet from your bodies and the juices from your pussy. Jimin held you and kissed on your skin. Marking your neck and collarbones with hickeys as he bounced you harshly on his lap. Your head was tilted back and broken sobs of pleasure left your lips as he fucked into you. You didn’t think you could cum again, your pussy was sore but you gave into him and let him do what he wanted. Soon you were cumming on his shaft once more and he helped you ride it out holding you close.

“Good girl. So fucking good.” He cooed out letting his lips kiss against yours. He nuzzled your nose before he laid backwards with you on his lap stroking at your hair.

“How do you feel now baby?” He asked softly biting on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“I feel replenished and like I can get a good night sleep now.” You teased with a light yawn shutting your eyes and holding onto him.

“Well, since tomorrow is your day off I’m going to feed you. And then we are going to see if I can get you to black out from how much I’m going to fuck you.” He promised playing in your hair

A drabble masterpost:

Here’s a complied list of all drabbles I’ve written (I’ll update it every now and then), divided into sections. Most prompts within each section are flat-out Emison, but there’s a good amount of ideas involving the other girls and/or other issues.

The “random requests” section includes prompts that don’t really affect on-screen events (nor do on-screen events exactly affect these prompts), and the Emison drabbles are sorted into “established” and “non-established/in-between” categories in case you only want to read about them already being in a relationship or otherwise.

The “alternative on-screen events” section includes prompts that could have happened (if it weren’t for actual events); these alter what we’ve seen on the live show.

Note: If you don’t want to go through this list one by one, you can always find all of my drabbles (except for a select few) by scrolling through here: http://capn-charlie.tumblr.com/tagged/emison+drabble. This link will stay updated with my newer drabbles while this post may/may not be always up-to-date.

Enjoy!

RANDOM REQUESTS:

Emison-based

  • Established

[ X ] – “Alison finds Emily’s secret tattoo.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s kid gets hurt and Emily takes care of them.”
[ X ] – “Alison tells Emily that she wants to name their kid ‘Wayne’ if it’s a boy.” 
[ X ] – “Jealous Alison, set before Paige left.”
[ X ] – “Emily gets jealous when Hanna takes Alison to a strip club for her bachelorette party.”
[ X ] – “An uncomfortable Alison snaps at her class while teaching; Emily calms her down.”
[ X ] – “It’s Christmastime and the girls put Emily in a big box to surprise Alison.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily share a bath after a long day at work.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s honeymoon; Alison surprises Emily with a private pool.”
[ X ] – “Proposal aftermath; Alison and Emily tell the girls that they’re engaged.”
[ X ] – “Emily finds herself in a compromising position, needing Alison’s assistance.”
[ X ] – “Alison drags a homophobe.”
[ X ] – “Hormonal/irritated Alison.”
[ X ] – “Emily helps soothe Alison’s insecurities once her pregnancy weight-gain becomes visible.”
[ X ] – “A ‘typical,’ domestic couple’s fight.”
[ X ] – “Emison; one of them wants to cuddle whereas the other doesn’t.”
[ X ] – “Emison planning their wedding; Alison is shocked at how involved Emily is with the planning.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily take their friends shopping for bridesmaid dresses.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s first dinner party doesn’t go as planned.”
[ X ] – “Emily tries to get Alison to swim after school.”
[ X ] – “Alison has morning sickness and tries to hide it from Emily.”
[ X ] – “Alison secretly knows how to play the guitar, surprising Emily.”
[ X ] – “A jealous Alison fires their wedding planner without telling Emily.”
[ X ] – “Emily wakes up from a nightmare about the dollhouse, only to be comforted by Alison.”
[ X ] – “After-school rendezvous in the locker room.”
[ X ] – “Emily needs stitches.”
[ X ] – “Emison falling asleep.”
[ X ] – “Alison asks Emily to fix something in the house, only to hear Emily (very lightly) injure herself in the process.”
[ X ] – “Alison trying to convince Emily to fool around in the teachers’ lounge.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s Paris honeymoon; Emily surprises Alison with a view of the Eiffel Tower.”
[ X ] – “Emily walks into the house to find their friends over, also seeing Alison wearing glasses; Hanna teases Emily for being flustered.”
[ X ] – “Alison leaves a very noticeable hickey on Emily as a result of jealousy.”
[ X ] – “Emily gets jealous when a guy stares at Alison for a little too long.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily play darts.”
[ X ] – “Emison sexting during school hours.”
[ X ] – “Emily catching Alison pouring some wine (during her pregnancy).”
[ X ] – “Emily explains to her mother why Alison’s child will look like her.”
[ X ] – “Jealous Emily resulting from Alison checking out another girl; Alison and Emily kiss in the rain.”
[ X ] – “Emison discussing their ‘numbers’ (how many people they’ve been with), followed by a small heart-to-heart.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily talk about what they did during those years apart; Emily remembers seeing Alison in New York with some girl.”
[ X ] – “Alison goes away for a teaching conference, only to deal with a needy Emily.”
[ X ] – “Pam gives Alison (and Emily) her blessing when it comes to their relationship.”
[ X ] – “The girls tease Emison about their relationship (and their fascination with Great Expectations).”
[ X ] – “Emison’s 7x16 kiss from Emily’s POV.”
[ X ] – “A cute pillow-talk between Alison and Emily, following the kiss in 7x16.”
[ X ] – “Emily steals Alison’s phone and sets a daily alarm so she takes her vitamins.”
[ X ] – “Sabrina approaches Emily while she’s with Alison (and their friends), asking her if she’d like to catch up; Hanna tries to get Emison to pick her as their kid’s godmother.”
[ X ] – “Hanna asks Emison if they decided on a name for their child.”
[ X ] – “Hanna and Emily have a tradition of watching American Idol together, leaving Alison to witness them making fools out of themselves; Alison records Emily singing in the shower for later blackmail usage.”
[ X ] – “Emily asks Alison about the scar on her thigh, resulting in a lot of fluff.”
[ X ] – “The aftermath of Alison telling her father that she’s dating Emily/she’s pregnant; Emily tells Alison about the conversation she once had with Mrs. DiLaurentis.”
[ X ] – “The girls go to a bar for Aria’s bachelorette party, and Emily keeps checking on Alison; Hanna pokes at Alison about her sex life with Emily.”
[ X ] – “Emily teases Alison about taking her last name, repeatedly calling her Mrs. Fields; Emily is scared of a large bug and Alison takes care of it.”
[ X ] – “Emison doing a Netflix-and-chill date; their first ultrasound’s aftermath.”
[ X ] – “Emily gets jealous of Alison’s newfound, close relationship with Hanna; Emily finds out that Lorenzo is back in town.”
[ X ] – “Emily surprises Alison with a puppy and Alison stresses that they already have so much on their plate.”
[ X ] – “What could’ve happened between Emily’s ‘Just because you had a bad night, doesn’t mean we can’t have a good morning’ line and Emison making their way into the bedroom in 7x18.”
[ X ] – “The infamous top vs. bottom debate, ft. Emison in bed.”

  • Non-established/In-between

[ X ] – “Taking place right before the kiss in 7x16, Alison and Emily discuss moving due to the break-in.”
[ X ] – “Emily has a bad breakdown and Alison comforts her.”
[ X ] – “Alison watches Emily coach swim practice, feeling impressed.”
[ X ] – “Alison fulfills one of (young) Emily’s fantasies by wearing her coaching jacket.”
[ X ] – “Emily visits Alison’s classroom; Alison’s students tease the two teachers about their budding relationship.”
[ X ] – “An angsty (and fluffy-ish) visit ensues once Alison stops by Emily’s house to find her drunk (again), following Wayne’s passing.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily meet each other for the first time at a Halloween party.”
[ X ] – “Drunk Emison playing Never Have I Ever, taking place during the 6A/6B time jump.”
[ X ] – “CeCe gets really close to Emily in an attempt to rile Alison, set during Alison’s disappearance.”
[ X ] – “Alison confesses to how hurt she was when Emily and the others threw her in jail for Mona’s murder.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s night in 5x05 being Alison’s first time.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; Emily is upset due to Alison’s excessive talking about kissing someone at midnight on New Year’s, only to be surprised when she finds herself having someone to kiss, as well.”
[ X ] – “An idea of how Alison and Emily first met.”
[ X ] – “Emily has a panic attack post-dollhouse, being comforted by Alison.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; the girls each describe their dream guy, and Emily realizes that Alison is describing her.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; Alison sneaks out to meet Ian as their friends are gathered at Spencer’s barn, only to return in an upset state when everyone (except for Emily) is asleep.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; Emily and Alison cuddle during a sleepover with their friends, and Alison realizes that she loves Emily, leaving her to confess even though Emily doesn’t hear it.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; some random party-girl gets in Emily’s face for ‘flirting’ with her boyfriend and Alison takes care of it.” 

Misc./Non-Emison

[ X ] – “Alison comes out to Spencer and uses the word ‘bisexual,’ causing some self-questioning to spark within Spencer.”
[ X ] – “Aria and Spencer start dating, post season two.”
[ X ] – “Hanna freaks out about Alison being in labor.”
[ X ] – “During the rush to get the girls out of the dollhouse, Alison and Caleb get into an argument regarding Alison’s intentions, thus revealing her feelings for Emily.”
[ X ] – “Ezra tells the girls that they wouldn’t understand anything about the Nicole situation, causing Emily to finally speak up about Alison’s ‘death.’”

ALTERNATIVE ON-SCREEN EVENTS:

Emison-based

[ X ] – “Alison walks into the teachers’ lounge as Paige walks out, set in 7x15.”
[ X ] – “Emily officially asks Alison to be the child’s second mother; Alison has a breakdown regarding whether or not she’ll be a good mother.”
[ X ] – “Emily confides in Hanna about her budding relationship with Alison.”
[ X ] – “Alison confesses to Emily that Paige stopped by before she left town.”
[ X ] – “Alison comes out to Emily.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily tell the girls that they’ve decided to keep the baby.”
[ X ] – “Emily and Spencer put the baby’s crib together; Spencer questions Emily’s relationship with Alison.”
[ X ] – “The girls play Never Have I Ever, revealing Emily’s recent hook-up with Paige.”
[ X ] – “Based on the line, ‘I’m sorry I tossed and turned all night’; Alison asks Emily to move in.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily tell the girls they’re together.”
[ X ] – “Spencer and Emily argue about Alison’s intentions.”
[ X ] – “Alison dances with Emily in 5x21 instead of Talia.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily go to the grocery store when Alison’s cravings kick in, only to run into Spencer who doesn’t know about the pregnancy.”
[ X ] – “Emily nearly chooses Paige, but Alison is desperate to prove her love for Emily before that happens.”
[ X ] – “Alison confides in Hanna about her budding relationship with Emily.”
[ X ] – “Alison comes out to Aria.”
[ X ] – “Things That Should (and Must) Happen, Moving Forward; a five-part drabble series following Emison discovering that the baby is Emily’s (right after Emily kisses Paige).”
[ X ] – “A protective Emily doesn’t want Alison to take her turn at the game, fighting against an angry Hanna.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily learn that they’re having a boy; Emily worries that Alison is unhappy with the gender, considering everything.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily introduce their son to the girls.”
[ X ] –  “Pam meets Alison and Emily’s son, and learns that his name is Wayne.”

Misc./Non-Emison

[ X ] – “Based on the 7B promo: Spencer, Aria, and Hanna have a sleepover.”
[ X ] – “Set in 7x17, the aftermath of Emily and Mona pretending to be in a relationship.”
[ X ] – “Addison approaches Alison with evidence regarding Emily/Paige.”
[ X ] – “Emily explains to Paige why she kissed her but why they can’t be together.”
[ X ] – “A.D. threatens Alison’s (unborn) son, making her realize that she truly cares for him, considering how he came about.”