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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year ago

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Consider this a part 2 of Can't Escape the Nightmares cuz I keep getting ideas for this story 🙃

Pairing(s): Jasper Hale x Human!Reader, platonic!Rosalie Hale x Human!Reader

Warnings: mentions of past assault, mentions of past rape, noncon themes discussed, reader is jasper's mate, platonic!rosaliexreader, human!reader, nightmares, trauma, ptsd, dark content, mention of blood, brief mention of murder/death, hurt&comfort, ft the cullen fam, yes i'd like to sign up to be protected by rosalie ✋🏼, and my depressive ass could certainly use a man like jasper lol

Words: 1253

Summary: It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of that day in the woods.

They'd smelled your blood from miles away, noticing that it grew closer and closer until Rosalie was upon the doorstep with you dangling in her arms. Your eyes were open, though void of expression; merely staring at these near angelic looking family with gold hued eyes.

Your injuries were nothing major, yet your blood yanked at their olfactory senses.

And Jasper was helpless when, eyes being engulfed by jet black.

The expression in Rosalie's expression though kept him at bay.

"Get him out of here. He can't handle it." Rosalie snaps, her hold on you growing tighter.

Intently watching Jasper's every move, you see the rigidity of his frame and the back and forth sawing motion of his jaw. He must have ground his teeth to oblivion, at least that's what you thought.

Never imagining the true inner turmoil that was engulfing his every sensibility. Jasper's perpetually cold skin suddenly felt like it was on fire. A monster scratched at his mental door. A monster that wanted to taste every inch of your skin before sinking his straight, razor teeth into your delicate paper-like flesh.

"Jazz, snap out of it." Edward motions for Emmett to keep him back. His hiss is low as not to scare you further. Knowing all the horrors you had just gone through

The fog that reduced his head to a warm flush lifts enough for him to finally notice the state you were in.

Large splotches of red and rich purple are smattered across the entirety of your arms and legs, with a giant one blooming on your jaw. His stomach recoils at your lack of clothes. Connecting the visual clues together to realize what had happened and why Rosalie was dyed in a mess of different blood types that didn't belong to you.

You were already broken.

Suddenly that monster was silent, it too watching with baited breath as Rosalie carries you up the staircase and to Carlisle's office. The older blonde vampire quick and on her heels.

Jasper's monster seemed to take that moment to decide something that was against its very nature: it would protect you, guard you and keep you.

There will always be that hunger in him for your blood. But no longer would he be ruled by it.

When exhaustion finally swept over you, Jasper peeks his head into Carlisle's office. Rosalie sat on the floor in front of the couch you were asleep on.

She's in front of him in a flash, barring him entrance with a fatal snarl.

He dare not mess with this gold mama bear.

It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of-

"They can't hurt you again." Edward mentions behind you as you stood in the front door, hand quaking above the doorknob.

That didn't relive the nausea in your stomach. Your eyes shut tight and Edward winces when your mind immediately goes to the day that you were assaulted.

When you catch yourself you immediately apologize and take a step back. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, don't apologize." He's firm on this and finally you turn around. Surprisingly, the Cullens had understood the trauma you had gone through more than you would have thought. Every one of them had gone through a horrifying event much like your own. Rosalie's was almost identical to your's and possibly the very reason why she had saved you and killed those monsters who abducted you. And has protected you since then. She reminded you of a mother hen.

When Jasper first showed interest in you, Rosalie actually became aggressive toward him; telling him that you weren't ready for such a relationship. That you needed to heal more.

Jasper never stepped over any boundaries. He never came close to it. He waited. Helped you whenever you asked for it. Approached you tentatively until you told him that he didn't have to tiptoe around you. Many months were required before this. In the meantime you allowed Rosalie (and to a smaller extent, Alice and Esme) to tend to you and repair your fragmented body.

The only time he used his power on you without your permission was when you were asleep and suffering from your all too frequent nightmares.

"If you want, I can go outside with you. Maybe we can take a short walk around the house." He softly offers when you glance back at the door.

They were all so kind to you, never asking when you'd be ready to leave their house. It never came up. In fact you had the suspicion that Rosalie would insist on you living with them from now on. An unofficial part of the Cullen family.

You knew their secret. Living there, it didn't take long to discover that they were not human. From their perfect pale skin, to their golden eyes, there was something different about them. The way Edward was able to anticipate your every needs or how even being in the same room with Jasper had your anxiety simmering down. Even Alice displayed odd signs that you would have normally passed off as some kind of mental illness when she'd stare off into the distance. You now knew it was her getting a glimpse of the future.

"Thank you, but maybe today isn't the day. . ." You force your trembling lips to quirk up into a tentative smile though it could not fool Edward who could hear the inner turmoil in your mind. He never pushed.

He nods and lets you amble back upstairs to safety. The Cullens required no sleep so their bedrooms were essentially just for decoration. Rosalie and Emmett happily gave up their room so that you could seek out privacy when you were too overstimulated to be in their company. They even bought a tv just to put in the room for you. You didn't know what you did in your life to deserve them.

But before you go to your own designated room, you stop in front of Jasper's with a tentative hand raised to knock on his door. You were always nervous when asking him to hang out with you while Rosalie was gone. You'd heard Rosalie whisper to Emmett one night about you being Jasper's 'mate'. She must have thought you were fast asleep but you heard them discuss the possibility of a relationship between you and the other blonde Hale.

It made you self conscious now when you were near him. You'd known that he was. . . attracted to you.

You jump when his bedroom door opens to reveal his figure. "H-Hi."

His smile is always so sweet and even shy. "Hello."

"Um," Your fingers twist the hem of your shirt anxiously. " well, Rosalie is gone. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a little bit. . . Esme bought me a new dvd. We can watch it?"

Adoring the way his eyes crinkle when his smile broadens, you take a step back to allow Jasper to exit his room and close the door behind him. "Lead the way, ma'am." Your chest squeezes when that southern drawl of his comes out.

Trusting anyone again wasn't an easy journey. But being cradled by the Cullen family was bound to heal some wounds.

And perhaps water the seed of love that had been planted in your heart by Jasper.

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ozarkthedog · 2 months ago

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞

summary: you help your fiancée calm down in the middle of the night.

pairing: Emmett x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. mommy kink. breast play. handjob. cum eating. w.c: 865

an: I couldn’t not write this.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬

The bedroom door creaked open, stirring you from your slumber. Moonlight pours through the large bay window in your room, painting the cozy bed in bright silver light. You glance at the side table with hazy eyes; it's half past midnight. Emmett should've come to bed a while ago.

You watch your fiancée shuffle across the room, ridding himself of the black Knicks shirt during his trip and tossing it on the floor. His boxers hang low on his hips; sparse auburn curls litter his lower belly before disappearing below the band.

The mattress dips as he climbs onto the comforter and crawls over to you in a daze. His face is puffy like he'd been crying again.

"What's wrong, baby?" You sit up and lean against the bedframe, opening your arms to him. Emmett hugs himself into your embrace, sinking like a lead weight against your chest.

"It's nothing," he sniffles, rubbing the back of his hand over his cheeks.

You rest your chin on his head and rub a soothing hand over his naked back. His unruly hair smells like earth and sunshine. He spent too long running outside today. "Is someone grumpy?"

"Come here, Emmy." You coo, lifting his head to rest on the swell of your breast. His breath breezes across your skin as he stares at the moon, defying your offer.

"Come on. I know you need it." You pester, knowing how much it calms him down.

You ease your tank top strap down your shoulder, hoping he'll come around. He hesitates a moment; the silence of your bedroom becomes deafening just before his eyelashes flutter, his mouth falls open, and he latches onto your left breast.

He instantly starts sucking, forcing your head to fall back against the headboard with an insatiable gasp. "Good boy, Emmy." You coo, running your fingers through his messy locks. His facial hair lightly scratches your skin, making your skin prickle, adding another layer of delicious sensations. He hums against your skin when your nails scratch against his scalp.

Emmett's teeth graze your nipple when he gets overzealous, and you tug on his hair to retaliate. "Play nice."

His hips subtly grind into the bedspread.

"Someone is getting up to no good." You murmur, yanking on his curls once more, only to have him openly thrust into the side of your hip. A grunt rumbles your breast, the vibrations adding to the wicked gluttony.

"You like sucking on Mommy's breast?" You goad, whispering into his hair.

A muffled moan sounds in the silent room.

"Such a naughty boy."

Emmett's boxers are tented, his cock pulses under your touch as you glide your hand atop the thin fabric. "Oh, my poor boy got himself all worked up when he's supposed to be calming down."

You move your hand up and down his hidden length as he suckles your nipple harder. He moans and pants against your skin as your touch grows steadier. "Is Mommy making you feel good?"

You tenderly tug on his wild curls, yanking his head from your breast. "I asked you a question."

You narrow your gaze and run your thumb along his slick bottom lip. A shiny strand of spittle still attaches your breast to his swollen lips. His face is flushed, like he'd just gotten home from a run, eyes blown wide in the silver light.

He nods like he's in a drug-induced haze. "Yes, Mommy. Feels so so good," he slurs; his tongue pokes out and licks his lips like he wants to taste you again.

"Good boy." You purr and cup his chin, leading him back to your breast.

A pathetic moan rumbles from his chest when you slip your hand under the band of his boxers and wrap your fist around his length. His hips jerk, and a whine escapes his lips as he hastily thrusts his cock into your tight embrace chasing his pleasure.

"That's a good boy, Emmett."

He gasps against your skin and washes his tongue across your pert bud. His other hand finds your bare breast, sliding beneath your tank top and fondling the tender globe. A low moan tumbles into the bedroom as you arch your back and press your chest further into his touch. His large, warm hand encompasses your tit, making you melt beneath him.

"Emmy-" you cut yourself off, swearing under your breath as he teethes your nipple, tugging just enough to have you writhing and arousal flooding your panties.

You twist your hand around his length and circle his dripping, bulbous tip with your palm, giving him the right amount of contact to make him see stars.

Rapturous grunts accompany each stuttered thrust as he cums fucking your fist and paints the inside of his boxers.

"Feel better?" You ponder into his untamed locks.

He presses his cheek against the swell of your breast and looks up at you with a lopsided smile as he floats down from his high. "Yeah, I needed that."

You raise your cum covered hand to his mouth; his gluey spend glistens in the moonlight as he dutifully parts his lips. "Clean up your mess, Sweetie."

Emmett licks his sticky cum from the crux of your palm and cleans every drop that stains your fingers with a satisfied groan.

“Good boy.”

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#mother may i #Emmett #Kyle gallner #Emmett x reader

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 month ago

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Hiya there! Can I request a Paul Lahote piece? He imprinted on you but you’re having a hard time coming to terms with it so you try and distract yourself with dating other guys. And maybe Emmett hits on you lol

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Burdens

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His words are a whirlwind. You hear them, taking in every sound and syllable. But they are quaking your core. You can feel your muscles tensing. Your body telling you to run, to get out while you still can. To get the fuck out of dodge.

But his dark eyes are sincere and they glue you, for the moment, to the wooden chair--pressing now too harshly into your bones. “Imprinting is a lot, I know. And I don’t want to scare you, but I had to tell you the truth.”

You’d just gotten wind of that wolf thing. When you happened upon Emily, all those weeks ago, you noticed the scars. But you didn’t question it. Everyone has scars. Some are just more visible than others. But you helped her get the refurbished sewing machine back into her truck and she invited you over for lunch one day as a thank you for you stopping what you were doing to help. There you met Sam and Paul, and the rest of the pack.

And the world unraveled from there. The world’s not so best kept secret about them phasing slipping in your presence, though now that you reflect on it a little, maybe that part was on purpose after you met Paul and he looked at you like you hung the stars. You just thought it was infatuation, a crush maybe. But not fate. You could handle a crush. Hell, you can even handle infatuation. Because sure, you thought that Paul was attractive. Sure, you were a little flattered by the glances and the teasing smiles.

All of that is small, tiny and meaningless. All of that is easy, because it doesn’t require you to give more, to peel back at the veil you’ve hung so artfully for others to see. Fate is not meaningless and you’re not sure you’re worthy of it, of this.

You shift in the seat, tongue licking at your lips to wet them. “Uh, thank you for letting me know,” you return. Because you are glad to know what is happening, what this means to Paul. But this is not the way you wanted this to go. You can’t go on like this.

He nods, but doesn’t add anything else to the news.

“I-I just need a minute to process this,” you tack on. You need to run. You need to get away from this, away from Paul. Away from what’s fallen into your lap.

“Take your time,” he offers and the words finally unglue you, finally set you free.

You take off and you hope it’s not rude but you don’t even say bye to Emily. You just leave, carry yourself back to your car and then go home. The good thing is that you don’t live on the rez. There will be plenty of distance. There won’t be fear.

Which--until now--is not the name you had for this emotion, for the thundering heart, for the sweaty palms, for the weeping armpits. This is all fear. Because you’re not built for a fate like that.

The hours turn into days. When you go out, you check over your shoulder. You’re praying Paul doesn’t show up. You’re praying he takes the hint and lets you fade into obscurity, though he doubt without a clean answer he would stay at bay very long.

But until he did show up, you would do what you can try to scrub from your memory the words he spoke, I’m not asking you right now for anything. But you should know that what I do feel is intense and we can take it slow.

Maybe Paul would be okay with never. When you flirt with guys out in your daily life, when you agree to first dates, but never second ones, you’re hoping deep down in the back of your mind that Paul’s okay with letting you go. There’s someone better, someone more suited for that kind of relationship.

You’re not around for a long time, just a good time. That’s all you want, all you care to get. Days turn into weeks. Weeks crawl into three months. Paul calls only once, just to see how you’re doing, knows that between work and life you may still need more time to come to an understanding.

But you can hear it, the way his voice strains how much this avoidance is impacting him too. You don’t call back, even though that’s how you get off the phone, with a promise you don’t intend to keep. You hope Paul doesn’t call back a second time.

Your prayer is answered, but not in the way you intended. When you’re out in Port Angeles one night, leaving the restaurant, your date trailing behind you, you spot Paul. It’s rather hard to miss of course, a tall and looming presence and the constant lack of proper attire for the rainy weather.

He’s leaned up against the streetlamp, eyes sunken in just a hair and it hurts. You know you’re doing that. But that’s all you're good for--heartache buried in the lead of fun.

“So, can I see you again?”

The question is soft, but you watch the twitch, Paul’s face pinching with surprise and pain. “No,” you return, still not facing the date. He’s a nice guy, studying at the community college until he settles on what he wants to do more. “It was fun and you’re sweet. I hope your next date’s better.”

The date wasn’t bad per se. Maybe a bit bland, clearly the guy was nervous. He was cute. He tried to remember to volley questions your way too during the date, but it ultimately fell flat. The initial intrigue fading when beneath the surface seemed way too genuine. A guy like him would want better, eventually.

“Oh,” he returns. “Okay.” And it’s clear he’s confused, maybe even pissed at how bluntly you end it. But you’re too floored by Paul’s presence to work the normal charm.

The good thing is that you drove yourself to this date when the guy leaves you’re not stranded. The bad thing is Paul’s only a mere six feet or so from your car.

“This is not how I wanted to do this. But I can tell you’re avoiding me,” Paul answers, closing the distance between you too.

You hazard a step back, wondering if you could duck back inside fast enough. But Paul would undoubtedly be faster. He stops on his approach, hands lifting up in surrender. “There might be a reason for it,” you answers, a little relieved he doesn’t press further.

“Care to tell me why?”

The night is thick now. There are no stars above. There’s just the yellow light of the street lamps, pockets of light that echo enough radiance to break through the heavy blanket of the night. You want it to swallow you, take you into the darkness and never spit you back out. “It’s kind of a lot, Paul. You basically dropped a bomb on me.”

“I get that. I do. It doesn’t have to be a lot. I just-I’d appreciate you talking to me at the very least though.”

Of course, Paul won’t get it. He’s too in it. He has intense feelings, of course, but they’ve clouded his judgement. He can’t see it like you do. He can’t see the way he looks at you. Like you’re something to behold, something to treasure. Like you were put on this earth just for him.

And that’s the hard part.

“You won’t get it,” you retort. “It’s not the same.”

“You’re making a big assumption there. At least give me the opportunity to understand.”

Somehow in all the exchanges you and him have moved closer, feet melting into inches. Somehow moved even if you weren’t aware of it happening, like magnets that must meet because the rules of the universe dictate it. Paul’s face is much too handsome for the frustration that paints it. But he just wouldn’t get it. You’ve convinced yourself of that.

Now you need to convince him. But the longer you stare at Paul, the more his sincere gaze bores into you, you can feel the pierces in your veil, can see the tears and all the seams coming undone until you’re blabbering, stumbling over your words, “Because you think I’m perfect. I see it. The way you look at me. You think that what you’re getting is perfection. And I am far from it. I’m full of flaws. I’m fucked up. I have fucked up. I will fuck up again and again and again. I’m not perfect. God, I want space to fuck it all up. To make it messy. I just can’t do that, can’t be perfect.”

His hands are incredibly warm--much too warm and though you start to ask if he’s okay, you remember that he’s carrying the secret, the one that makes him not entirely not human, but not entirely human all the same. Your cheeks are engulfed by his palms. He cradles you ever so gently in his hold that matches his voice, “When the fuck did I ever ask for perfection?”

“You never had to. I see it,” you answer, voice croaking with the tears--thick in your throat as you fight for something of a true breath--but you don’t let those tears fall. Not right now. Not in front of him.

“And I never will ask for it. I know it’s a lot. I don’t know if I can make it not a lot. I can give you space, but I just need something. Just to know you’re alright out here, in this world.”

“The things you’ll want, I’m not sure I can give.” The tears sting, they’re burning and begging to drop. You let them fall from your eyes. He’d want nothing to do with you if he could see what you’re really like, how you have to drag yourself out of bed most days. How you feel like you’re at war with yourself. How there’s a swirl of something nasty and cynical in the back of your head at all fucking times.

“Just let me ask first. Let me ask and let me get it wrong. And let it be a mess. But just let me ask first. We can always figure it out from there.”

You shouldn’t believe him. You know that. You don’t have any reason to believe him. But it’s all much too heavy to carry anymore. So you let it all fall and you nod. “Okay.”

#paul lahote #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fic #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote blurb #h writes #twilight #the twilight saga

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wowthatsextra · 4 months ago

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I love how Bay and Emmett are in their own little romcom in John Kennish's worst nightmare 😂

#bemmett #bay kennish #emmett bledsoe #bay x emmett #john kennish #switched at birth

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thealmightea · 9 months ago

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🔁 reblog if you ship this couples like me...

[ come back for more to check for the newest because believe me when I said this will continue til the end of time ^^ because apparently I like collecting ships like collecting stamps or coins or cards. ]

[ there's canon and non-canon (probably semi-canon too) here, so if you don't like them as a couple/don't ship them/your ship is not here, don't come at me pls T.T ]

[ if there is good movies or series that you want to recommend to me and you think I should watch them, reply on my post down below at the end of this post or send me a message ;) ]

in alphabetical order

9-1-1 - Eddie and Buck (Buddie)

9-1-1 Lone Star - Carlos and T.K (Tarlos)

Addicted - Gu Hai and Bai Luoyin (Haioyin/Heroin)

Addicted - You Qi and Yang Meng

Alles was zählt - Deniz and Roman (Dero)

All of Us Strangers - Adam and Harry

Arrêstes avec tes mensonges - Thomas and Stéphane

Animal Kingdom - Deran and Adrian (Derdrian)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Aristotle and Dante (Aridante)

As The World Turn - Noah and Luke (Nuke)

Brothers & Sisters - Kevin and Scotty

Call Me By Your Name - Oliver and Elio (Olio)

Casualty - Jez and Mickey

Class - Matteusz and Charlie

Cuffs - Simon and Jake

Days Of Our Own - Sonny and Will (Wilson)

Dead Boy Detective - Charles and Edwin (Charwin)

Degrassi - Dylan and Marco

Degrassi - Miles and Tristan

Degrassi - Riley and Zane (Ziley)

Demain Nous Appartient - Rayane and Jack (Jayane)

EastEnders - Christian and Syed (Chryed)

El Cor De La Ciutat - Iago and Max (Maxiago)

El juego de las llaves - Valentin and Daniel

Emmerdale - Robert and Aaron (Robron)

Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho and Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho - Gabriel and Leonardo

Élite - Omar and Ander (Omander)

Eyewitness - Lukas and Phillip (Philkas)

Fellow Travelers - Hawk and Tim

Firebird - Roman and Sergey

Fisica O Quimica - Fernando and David

Free! - Makoto and Haru (Makoharu)

Free! - Rei and Nagisa (Nagirei)

Free! - Sōsuke and Rin

Freier Fall - Kay and Marc

Generation - Chester and Nathan

Glee - Blaine and Kurt (Klaine)

Goede tijden, slechte tijden - Lucas and Edwin (Ludwin)

Grey's Anatomy - Nico and Levi (Schmico)

Hannibal - Hannibal and Will (Hannigram)

Hawaii Five O - Steve and Danno (McDanno)

Heartstopper - Nick and Charlie (Narlie)

Hit The Floor - Zero and Jude (Zude)

How To Get Away With Murder - Connor and Oliver (Coliver)

Hunter x Hunter - Leorio and Kurapika (Leopika)

In The Flesh - Simon and Kieren (Siren)

Interview with The Vampire - Lestat and Louis (Loustat)

Julie and The Phantoms - Alex and Willie

Kuroko no Basket - Aomine and Kise (Aokise)

Kuroko no Basket - Kagami and Kuroko (Kagakuro)

Kuroko no Basket - Kiyoshi and Hyūga (Kiyouga)

Kuroko no Basket - Midorima and Takao (Midokao)

Kuroko no Basket - Murasakibara and Himuro (Murahimu)

Legacies - Ben and Jed (Benjed)

Les Misérables - Enjolras and Grantaire (Enjoltaire)

Looking - Eddie and Agustín

Looking - Kevin and Patrick

Looking - Richie and Patrick

Love and Deepspace - Sylus and Xavier (Crowstar)

Love and Deepspace - Zayne and Rafayel (Snowfish)

Love Simon - Simon and Bram

Love Victor - Victor and Benji (Venji)

Man In An Orange Shirt - Steve and Adam

Man In An Orange Shirt - Michael and Thomas (Berrymarch)

Mario - Mario and Leon

Matthias & Maxime - Matthias and Maxime

MCU - Steve and Bucky (Stucky)

MCU - Spiderman and Deadpool (Spideypool)

MCU - Wolverine and Deadpool (Poolverine)

Merlí - Pol and Bruno (Brunol)

Merlin - Arthur and Merlin (Merthur)

Merlin - Percival and Gwaine (Perwaine)

Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed - Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian (Wangxian)

Nadie Nos Va A Extrañar - Alex and Rafa

O Beijo do Escorpião - Paulo and Miguel

One Live To Life - Oliver and Kyle

Oz - Chris and Tobias

Please Like Me - Arnold and Josh

Please Like Me - Geoffrey and Josh

Prisma - Daniele and Andrea (Dandrea)

Queer As Folk - Ben and Michael

Queer As Folk - Brian and Justin (Britin)

Queer As Folk - Drew and Emmett

Queer As Folk - Ted and Blake

Raw - Geoff and Pavel

Rebelde - Luka and Okane (Lukane)

Red White And Royal Blue - Alex and Henry (Firstprince)

Roswell New Mexico - Michael and Alex (Malex)

Rykter - Mathias and Erik

Salatut Elämät - Lari and Elias (Larias)

Sala Samobójców - Aleksander and Dominik

Schloss Einstein - Noah and Colin (Nolin)

School 2013 - Heungsoo and Namsoon (Heungsoon)

Sense8 - Lito and Hernando

Sex Education - Adam and Eric

Shadowhunters - Magnus and Alec (Malec)

Shadowhunters - Raphael and Simon

Shameless - Ian and Mickey (Gallavich)

Sherlock Holmes - Sherlock And John (Johnlock)

Skam - Even and Isak (Evak)

Skam Belgium (Wtfock) - Sander and Robbe (Sobbe)

Skam France - Eliott and Lucas (Elu)

Skam Germany (Druck) - David and Matteo (Datteo)

Skam Italia - Niccolo and Martino (Martinico)

Solo - Oskar and Milo

Spartacus - Agron and Nasir (Nagron)

Spartacus - Barca and Pietros (Bietros)

Station 19 - Travis and Emmett

Suits - Harvey and Mike

Supernatural - Dean and Castiel (Destiel)

Tatort Saarbrücken - Adam and Leo (Hörk)

Teen Wolf - Danny and Ethan

Teen Wolf - Derek and Stiles (Sterek)

The Eagle - Marcus and Esca (Mesca)

The Halcyon - Toby and Adil

The Magicians - Quentin and Eliot (Queliot)

The Maze Runner - Newt and Thomas (Newtmas)

The Night Shift - Drew and Rick

The Old Guard - Joe and Nicky (Joenicky)

The Originals - Aiden and Josh (Jaiden)

The Quarry - Dylan and Ryan (Rylan)

The Silmarillion - Melkor and Mairon (Angbang)

The Society - Sam and Grizz

The Walking Dead - Aaron and Eric

Torchwood - Jack and Ianto (Janto)

Verbotene Liebe - Oliver and Christian (Chrolli)

Voltron Legendary Defender - Keith and Lance (Klance)

Waterloo Road - Preston and Kai

Young Royal - Wilhelm and Simon (Wilmon)

Yuri! On Ice - Victor and Yuuri (Victuuri)

... to be continued ...

❣ Give me some recs pls ❣

❣ If you want to read the stories/fics about them, from many talented and great authors, you can look for it on my list of collection archives, created each of the couples. ❣

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