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Hyeri biased people how we doing?! Happy Friendly Rivalry Viki Premiere day haha.

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[ID: 5 gifs from the thai drama “not me” ep 13. black holds todd at gunpoint. gif 1: black asking, “should i finish you off right now, todd?” gif 2: todd taking a step towards black, his face journey-ing from a warm smile to unafraid and determined. gif 3: todd looks like he’s starting to cry for a second, then he says, “go ahead.” gif 4: black still holding the gun at todd. his expression shows a hint of hesitation. cut to todd saying, “if you can.” gif 5: black looking at todd with a deadpan expression, swallowing and clenching his jaw. /end ID]

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Vent your anger.

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Number One Girl // Rosè One Shot

Number One Girl

Rosé sat curled up on the couch, her gaze distant as soft music hummed from the speakers. You hated seeing her like this—her usual radiant energy dulled by the weight of her responsibilities. Her schedule had been relentless, and it was clear she needed a break, a reminder of how loved she was outside of the spotlight.

You leaned against the doorway, hands in your pockets, nervously toying with the plan you’d crafted in your head. It was bold, but she deserved it. And you were her best friend, after all—this was what you were meant to do, right? Even if your heart yearned for her in ways you couldn’t say out loud.

“Hey, Rosie,” you called softly. Her head turned, and she gave you a faint smile.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“I’m kidnapping you for the day,” you declared, earning a quizzical look.

“What?” she chuckled, her voice lighter for the first time in days.

“No arguments. You’ve been cooped up in here too long. We’re going out.”

She blinked at you, her lips curving into a genuine smile. “Okay. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” you teased, holding out your hand. She hesitated for a moment before slipping hers into yours, the warmth sending sparks up your arm.

The day unfolded like a dream.

First stop: brunch at her favorite café, where you insisted on ordering for her—her go-to latte and a stack of pancakes topped with strawberries and cream. You sat across from her, watching her eyes brighten with every bite.

“This is amazing,” she said, her cheeks puffed with food.

You grinned. “Only the best for my favorite girl.”

Her laughter was soft, but you caught the way her cheeks turned pink.

Next, you took her to an art gallery she’d mentioned in passing months ago. Her awe was palpable as she wandered the halls, her fingers ghosting over the information plaques. You stayed close, admiring her more than the paintings.

“You remembered,” she said quietly, glancing at you.

“Of course I did,” you replied, meeting her gaze.

The day ended with a walk through the city. You bought her a bouquet of sunflowers from a street vendor, declaring they suited her brightness. She held them close, her smile soft and shy.

Finally, as the sun dipped below the skyline, you brought her to a quiet spot overlooking the city lights. The two of you sat side by side, her head leaning on your shoulder.

“This was perfect, Y/N,” she murmured.

“Good. You deserve it,” you said, your voice catching. “You’re my number one girl, Rosé. Always.”

Her head lifted, her eyes locking with yours. Something unspoken flickered between you, and before you could process it, her lips were on yours—soft, warm, and utterly surprising.

Your heart stopped, then started racing. When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked at you nervously.

“I like you, Y/N,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve liked you for a long time. I didn’t know if you… if you’d feel the same.”

You stared at her, your heart swelling with a mix of shock and overwhelming joy. Then you laughed—a giddy, disbelieving laugh—as you reached for her hand.

“Rosé, I’ve been in love with you for years,” you admitted, grinning like an idiot.

Her eyes widened before a giggle escaped her lips, and soon, the two of you were laughing together, the tension melting away into the night.

As the laughter subsided, she leaned in again, her forehead resting against yours.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For making me feel like your number one girl.”

“You are my number one girl,” you replied, kissing her again, softer this time, savoring the moment.

In that quiet corner of the city, with the world bustling below, you held each other close, finally letting your hearts speak the words they’d kept hidden for so long.

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Stray Kids (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix, Lee Felix/Seo Changbin, Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know Characters: Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho | Lee Know, Han Jisung | Han Additional Tags: Professor Hyunjin, Student Lee Felix, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe, Painter Hwang Hyunjin, Age Difference, But Both Adults, slight changlix, Background Minho and Jisung, D/s undertones, Light BDSM, Body Paint, Felix Hand Kink, Hyunjin Scent Kink, Paint is used during sex, I Don't Even Know, Hyunlix Summary:

“Human Ruins of a madman’s love.” A complex tale about a Professor who falls for his bold and talented student. (Miller's Girl Retold, making it gay and somewhat legal.)

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Sneak Peek at the new chapter of ‘Head over Heels.”

Harry squared his shoulders, his face pink but determined. “Fine. You want to know? I was, um, looking at the flyer for the—well, the, uh… spring dance.”

Draco’s eyebrows shot up, his interest piqued. “The spring dance?” He let out a slow, deliberate chuckle. “Looking for a date, Potter?”

Harry’s face went even redder, and he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Draco’s gaze. “No. I mean, yes. I mean…” He trailed off, clearly mortified, but there was something in his eyes—something that looked like he might actually be enjoying this, despite the embarrassment.

Draco raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Well, don’t be shy, Potter. Who’s the lucky victim?” He couldn’t resist the teasing edge in his voice, waiting for Harry to either stumble over some incoherent explanation or storm off. But, to his surprise, Harry actually looked up, his eyes meeting Draco’s.

“No one. Yet.” His voice was soft, hesitant, but there was a challenge in his gaze. “Why? You offering?”

Draco’s smirk faltered for just a moment, caught off guard by the directness of Harry’s response. “Oh, please,” he scoffed, quickly regaining his composure. “Why would I want to be seen at a dance with you?”

Harry shrugged, looking almost amused. “Because you seem to like making me look like an idiot, and this would be a pretty solid opportunity for that.”

Draco’s smirk returned, sharper than ever. “You’re right, Potter. You do make it easy. It’s almost as if you enjoy embarrassing yourself.” He let his gaze linger, watching for a reaction, and sure enough, Harry’s face turned even redder.

“You’re ridiculous,” Harry muttered, but he was smiling, his gaze flicking nervously back to the flyer.

“Maybe,” Draco said, leaning closer, his voice low. “Or maybe I’ve just figured you out. You keep putting yourself in these situations, Potter. Almost like you want to be humiliated. What, got a little kink for it?”

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: เพื่อนต้องห้าม | Only Friends (Thailand TV 2023), เพื่อนต้องห้าม | Only Friends (Thailand TV 2023) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ray/Sand (Only Friends Thailand TV), Ray & Sand (Only Friends Thailand TV), Mew/Top (Only Friends Thailand TV) Characters: Ray (Only Friends Thailand TV), Sand (Only Friends Thailand TV), Top (Only Friends Thailand TV), Mew (Only Friends Thailand TV), Nick (Only Friends Thailand TV) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, song writer ray, lead guitarist sand, Fluff and Smut, Childhood Trauma, Mutual Pining, daisy jones and the six, Drug Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Summary:

In the rising indie rock band “Afterglow,” everything changes when a brilliant but self-destructive singer-songwriter crashes into their world. Ray’s raw talent and chaotic energy spark both creative genius and emotional turmoil within the band, especially for the introspective guitarist Sand. As the band skyrockets toward fame, tensions flare, and a passionate, messy romance ignites between Ray and Sand—threatening to tear apart everything they’ve built. Can they survive as both lovers and bandmates, or will their love be the thing that ultimately destroys them?(Inspired by Daisy Jones and The Six)

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Preview of new chapter of ‘Head Over Heels’

“Potter,” he said smoothly, leaning against the shelf and giving Harry a lazy smirk. “Enjoying a bit of light reading, are we?”

Harry looked up, blinking as if pulled from a trance, and immediately fumbled to close his book. “Uh… yeah,” he muttered, clearly flustered. “Just… studying.”

“Studying,” Draco repeated, feigning interest as he leaned over the table, glancing at the cover of Harry’s book. “For what, exactly? How Not to Be a Bisexual Diaster 101?”

Harry scowled, his face already pink, and shoved the book into his bag. “Mind your own business, Malfoy.”

“Oh, but it is my business, Potter,” Draco replied smoothly, enjoying the way Harry’s eyes darted away from his. “I mean, how am I supposed to focus in class when you’re always fumbling around, blushing like a schoolgirl? It’s quite distracting, actually.”

Harry sputtered, his face turning a deeper shade of red. “I—I don’t… You’re the one always staring at me!”

“Am I?” Draco raised an eyebrow, letting the silence linger just long enough to make Harry shift uncomfortably in his seat. “Funny, because every time I look over, you’re the one watching me.”

Harry’s mouth opened and closed like he wanted to retort, but he clearly couldn’t find the words. Instead, he looked down, fiddling with the edge of his book, his face a burning shade of red. Draco fought back a grin. This was too easy.

Draco leaned in, lowering his voice to a murmur. “Tell me, Potter,” he drawled, his gaze locked on Harry’s, “why are you so nervous around me?”

Harry’s eyes shot up, wide and startled, and for a moment, Draco almost felt a pang of guilt. Almost. Because the way Harry’s face flushed, the way his hands trembled slightly as he tried to pull himself together—it was all far too satisfying to ignore.

“Nervous?” Harry scoffed, though his voice shook slightly. “I’m not nervous. You’re just… annoying.”

“Annoying?” Draco echoed, arching an eyebrow. “Is that why you’re blushing right now?”

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Chapters: 9/22 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: harry potter is a bisexual disaster, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Bisexual Male Character, Gay Disaster Draco Malfoy, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, There is no magic, there is no Voldemort, Harry Potter is Obsessed with Draco Malfoy, sexual awakening, Teen Romance, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Has a Crush on Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Might Have A humiliation kink, and Draco might like that, Topping from the Bottom, Hermione Granger needs a break, Oblivious Ron Weasley, quidditch is soccer, Football | Soccer Player Harry Potter, Football | Soccer, There Is No War, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Hogwarts Eighth Year Summary:

Harry Potter has always been attracted to people, but he’s spent most of his life assuming he was straight. Until recently, that is. Now in his eighth year at Hogwarts Academy, Harry has developed a ridiculous crush on none other than Draco Malfoy. The problem? Draco seems as unreachable as ever, and Harry is just starting to come to terms with the fact that he might actually like boys—he might even be bisexual.

 Cue a comedy of errors:

• Harry signs up for the school’s rowing team because he overhears Draco mentioning he likes boys on the rowing team. Too bad Harry know nothing about boats, and his first practice is an absolute disaster. • A “secret admirer” note meant for Draco (thanks to a meddling Ginny Weasley) ends up in the hands of Professor Snape, resulting in an uncomfortable lecture about “inappropriate relationships.” • Harry accidentally locks himself in a broom closet with Draco after trying to play it cool and failing miserably, leading to one of the most awkward but strangely intimate moments of Harry’s life.

Seems like Harry’s crush on Draco Malfoy was doomed from the start.

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Preview of my drarry fic ‘Head over Hills’

Harry Potter stared across the grand dining hall of Hogwarts Academy, his fork hovering in the air, forgotten. His best friend, Ron Weasley, was halfway through his mashed potatoes, completely oblivious to the internal crisis playing out next to him. Hermione Granger, seated across from them, was talking about their upcoming literature exam, but Harry could barely hear her.

All Harry could focus on was Draco Malfoy.

There he was, sitting at the far end of the hall, his platinum blond hair practically glowing under the warm lights. Draco was laughing at something Blaise Zabini said, his laughter smooth, effortless, and way too elegant for a 17-year-old guy. Everything about him seemed cool, composed, and untouchable. The tailored blazer, the perfectly tied school tie, the way he pushed his plate aside like it was beneath him. Harry felt his stomach do a weird flip.

This was not normal.

He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until Hermione waved a hand in front of his face. “Harry? Are you listening? You’ve been out of it all dinner. You’re not worried about the exam, are you?”

“W-What? No, of course not,” Harry stammered, quickly shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth. He chewed mechanically, but his eyes kept darting back to Draco’s table. Why was he still staring?

Ron finally looked up from his plate and followed Harry’s gaze. “What’re you staring at? Malfoy again? He’s been acting all high and mighty as usual. Typical git, right?”

Harry swallowed his potatoes with a gulp, his face heating up. “No reason. Just, um… lost in thought.”

“Right,” Ron said, his face scrunching up. “Well, stop thinking so much. It’s weird.” He turned back to his food, but Hermione wasn’t as easily distracted.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, observing the blush creeping up Harry’s neck. “Harry, you’ve been acting strange for a few days now,” she said carefully. “Ever since the start of term. Is something going on?”

Harry opened his mouth to deny it but then immediately closed it again. Because, yeah, something was going on. And he had absolutely no idea how to talk about it. How was he supposed to explain that he’d spent the last week unable to stop thinking about Draco Malfoy—the guy he was supposed to hate, or at least find irritating? That every time Draco passed him in the hallway or leaned casually against his locker, Harry felt like he couldn’t breathe? That he’d been replaying that moment from third year, when Draco had smirked at him, way too often in his mind?

The problem was, it wasn’t just Draco. Harry had been noticing other guys too. Small things, like the way Dean Thomas would laugh during soccer practice, or how Cedric Diggory would smile and make everyone feel like they were the most important person in the room. These thoughts had been creeping into his head for months now, and after spending all summer trying to push them away, they were back in full force now that school had started.

And Draco Malfoy was at the center of all of it.

“I’m fine, Hermione,” Harry mumbled. “Just tired, I guess.”

Hermione didn’t look convinced but didn’t push. She just glanced at Ron, who had moved on to dessert, blissfully unaware of the emotional turmoil sitting right next to him.

As the dining hall began to empty, Harry gathered his things and started making his way toward the dorms, Ron and Hermione trailing behind. They were talking about their upcoming classes, but Harry’s mind was still elsewhere—until he heard a voice that sent a jolt through him.

“Potter.”

Draco’s voice.

Harry stopped in his tracks, his pulse quickening. Slowly, he turned around to see Draco leaning casually against the wall just outside the entrance to the dining hall, his usual posse surrounding him. His grey eyes fixed on Harry, and for a split second, Harry swore there was a glint of amusement in them. Or was that just his imagination?

“Still trailing around with your entourage, I see,” Draco drawled, his voice smooth like silk. “I suppose you three never get tired of it.”

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but his brain short-circuited. What was he supposed to say to that? Was Draco trying to provoke him like he used to, or was it just… Draco being Draco? All Harry could think about was how good Draco looked standing there, how the way he crossed his arms seemed annoyingly graceful.

“Yeah, well, at least we have friends,” Ron shot back, stepping in to cover for Harry’s silence. Hermione rolled her eyes.

Draco raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, but his gaze flickered back to Harry, lingering just a moment too long. “Whatever you say, Weasley,” he muttered before turning on his heel and walking away, his group following closely behind.

Harry watched Draco leave, heart still hammering in his chest. Why did Draco’s stupid comments get to him so much? Why couldn’t he just act normal around him?

Ron was already laughing, clearly pleased with himself. “Can you believe that git? Same old Malfoy.”

Harry forced a chuckle, trying to appear like his usual self. “Yeah, same old Malfoy,” he echoed, but the words felt hollow.

Because it wasn’t the same old Malfoy. At least, not to Harry.

He was officially in trouble.

As they headed back to the dorms, Harry’s mind raced. His feelings for Draco weren’t just going away. They were only getting worse. He’d spent years assuming he was straight, and now… well, now he had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he had to figure it out—and fast.

And preferably without making a total fool of himself.

Read the full story on A03 and leave a comment with ideas or maybe even prompts.

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Preview of new update for ‘Hyunjin’s Boy.’

As Hyunjin wrapped up his explanation and started handing out project guidelines, I felt a nudge from Changbin. I glanced over to see him grinning at me like a wolf about to pounce.

“What?” I asked, trying to play it cool.

Changbin leaned in closer, his voice low but filled with amusement. “Oh, come on, Lexie. Did you see the way he was looking at you during the whole Lust thing? Dude was practically fucking you with his eyes.”

My face flushed instantly, and I shot him a warning look. “Shut up, Bin.”

But Changbin wasn’t done. He wiggled his eyebrows and whispered in a mock-sultry tone, “Felix… capture Lust. I want you to feel it. You know what I mean, right?” He snickered, barely able to contain his laughter.

“Stop it!” I hissed, smacking him lightly on the arm, but it was no use. Changbin was in full tease mode now.

“I’m just saying,” he said, still grinning like a maniac. “You know he was hinting at you. And let’s be real, Lix…if you’re gonna embody one of those sins, Lust is, like, perfect for you.” He waggled his eyebrows again, looking way too pleased with himself.

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In which Felix becomes a little too infatuated with his art professor…and maybe it might be returned. With a slice of minsung. 

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Sneak Peek of My Aemond Fanfic ‘The Dragon and The Dove’

There was another long silence, and then Aemond finally spoke, his voice low and cutting through the tension like a blade. “And what of you, Little Niece?” His use of her nickname, not her title, was sharp, deliberate. “Is this truly what you want? To marry me?”

The question sent a jolt through her. She had known it would come, had prepared herself for it, but hearing it aloud made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the unresolved feelings from their childhood. Feelings she had buried deep, but that had never fully disappeared.

“I want peace,” she said quietly, her voice steady. “And if this marriage can bring it, then yes, I will do my duty. I will marry you, Uncle.”

His eye flickered with something unreadable—anger, perhaps, or confusion—but then it was gone, replaced by his usual mask of cold indifference. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Peace through marriage. How convenient.”

Y/N didn’t flinch. She had expected him to be resistant, even angry. But she had made her decision. She had chosen her path, and she would walk it, no matter how difficult it might be.

Read the full fanfic here! Please be sure to comment I need them haha

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Finished the study ❤️❤️❤️ (Original painting: "The Reluctant Bride/The Hesitant Fiancée" by Auguste Toulmouche)

couldn’t decide which version to include so you get both!

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As soon as this song came out, I knew I had to make an edit with it for Kang and Moo. Only Boo! Is such a refreshing drama, hardly any drama. No toxic inner homophobia. Just two young boys learning how to love. It truly feels like a summer romance. It brings me back to Sotus days where all BL was, was a cute story of a boy falling for another boy. No drama. I recommend this drama to everyone!

Drama: Only Boo!

Couple: Kang and Moo

Song: Popcorn by D.O.

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they're so cute!

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"Thank you, Ongsa."

23.5 Degrees (2024) dir. Fon Kanittha Kwunyoo Episode 7 - "The Overhead Sun"