histórias de Milkpansa

Author's Note First of all, I want to apologize to those who have supported my previous stories. I know that I left some of them unfinished, and I'm truly sorry for that. At some point, I lost the passion and motivation to continue writing. I no longer had the same excitement that once inspired me, and because of that, I slowly drifted away from my stories. But now, I've found that spark again. Thanks to MilkLove, I found myself becoming excited about writing once more. Their chemistry and the happiness they bring have inspired me to create a new story-When Lessons Meet Duty. This story is very special to me because it marks the return of my love for writing. I know I cannot change the fact that I left my previous works incomplete, but I hope this time will be different. So, to everyone who decides to read this story, thank you for giving me another chance. And this time, I sincerely promise that I will do my best to see this story through until the very end. I hope you'll join Mich and Liana on their journey. With love, Ashtaken2

this is a oneshot fanfic with Milk Pansa and Film Rachanun

Chevalier L'amour (M) hates waiting. She despises it so much, being the impatient person she is. But what happens when her patience gets tested by the love she has for her dear childhood best friend, Monique Agreste (L)? Would the knight be able to polish her armour shiny again if it continues to grow rust the longer she waits? What does the future even have in store for them? [ The Knight's Awaiting: A Milklove fanfic ]

Namtan, a passionate photographer, finds herself at a creative and emotional impasse after a heartbreaking breakup. One day, while reviewing her photos, she discovers images of a forgotten subject. Confused and curious about how these unknown photos ended up in her camera, she feels compelled to find answers about the girl and the situation behind the shots. As she delves deeper into the mystery surrounding the girl's identity, she learns more about her life, and it opens up new possibilities for personal growth and reigniting her passion for photography.

(PAUSED) "Have you ever wondered why many things are in pairs? Like friends or... Lovers. Especially when you find the right one to pair with, you will do whatever it takes to be with that person. I tried so many times, but no one has ever been the right one for me, so I came to find the one in this University. I never thought that this time, the right one would be so different." Tu is a college student and cheerleader. Her life would be ordinary if there wasn't someone intense, who is so interested in her and who doesn't accept being rejected in any way, following her day and night. Now Tu's only plan left to escape June is to look for someone to be her fake girlfriend. Who, you ask? View, the most popular girl on campus, member of the soccer and music club. Will she accept and help Tu? Will the feelings always remain a pure pretense? • A 2gether adaptation. Note: will have small or big changes, whether in dialogues, scenes or in the plot. It will also have my personal interpretation. More focused on the main couple. Based on @intuwatine's Twitter thread, "2gether as a GL". This story is translated from my first language into English, so forgive me if there are any mistakes. Tu Tontawan as Tine, View Benyapa as Sarawat, Milk Pansa as Man, Jane Ramida as Type, Piploy Kanyarat as Mil, Prim Chanikarn as Phukong, June Wanwimol as Green, Aye Sarunchana as Dim, Ciize Apichaya as Ohm, Prigkhing Sureeyaret as Fong, Lookjun Bhasidi as Phuak, Kapook Phatchara as Boss. The rights of the original history all belong to GMMTV.

Loverrukk Pattranite, the girl who got forced to tutor the girl named Milk Pansa a hot-headed girl, she didn't even give a f*ck about studying. Will they get along?

"Can we fall in love with the artist just by seeing his art?" Gun is a YouTuber who loves art. In his free time he makes vlogs at art galleries. One day he fell in love with an artist at an art gallery without knowing who he has fallen for. He saw the art and had a good feeling about the artist. Gun has decided to find out that artist and apparently he's named Off Jumpol. Can Gun find Off Jumpol? How's he in person? Will Gun still have good feelings for him? - Ongoing - Contains 18+ age rated content

A fanfic about Alpha and Charoen from the GL Series 23.5

This is NOT a happy ending story. This is NOT a "fighting the illness" story. This WILL destroy you emotionally. Milk is dying. She has days left, not months. And she's made a choice: give Love one last perfect memory instead of a long, painful goodbye. A weekend outdoors. A meteor shower. One final kiss under a falling sky. And a letter that explains everything-after it's too late. This is a story about loving someone enough to let them remember you at your best, even if it means carrying the weight of goodbye alone.

Milk and Love, two souls on the edge, find hope in each other's love, vowing to keep each other alive.

There was a time when the world felt light, when love was as simple as laughter echoing down school hallways and whispered promises beneath golden sunflowers and sprawling acacia trees. Back then, we didn't think about the weight of forever-we only cared about the now. Milk and I were inseparable, two souls tangled in the kind of love that people wrote stories about. Sweet, like the strawberry shortcakes we shared on lazy afternoons, soft and warm, untouched by the harshness of reality. But love, real love, is heavier than it seems. It carries expectations, sacrifices, and the slow, creeping pressure of reality. I can't remember the exact moment it changed-when the warmth between us turned into something suffocating, when our words became sharp instead of sweet, when love became something we had to survive rather than something we could live in. Maybe it was after high school, when the world no longer revolved around our stolen kisses and late-night phone calls. Maybe it was when we realized that loving someone doesn't always mean you're good for each other. Looking back, I wonder-was there ever a time we were truly free? Or were we just pretending, hoping that if we held on tight enough, we could keep the love from slipping through our fingers?

This is a fanfiction about the famous Thai GL drama 23.5. It's an AU about the story between Ongsa and Sun playes by Milk Pansa and Love Pattranite.

Di jalanan Bangkok, cinta dan dendam bertabrakan. Pansa yang trauma bertemu Namree, assassin dingin dengan masa lalu misterius. Organisasi VEIL bangkit, rahasia terungkap, dan setiap pilihan jadi soal hidup atau mati. Apakah cinta bisa bertahan di tengah badai pengkhianatan? Atau hanya abu yang tersisa? Bersiaplah untuk darah, rahasia, dan bayangan yang tak pernah tidur. #WLW #SILK&BLOOD

Milk still didn't like skinship. But she didn't mind it-if it was with Ciize.

Ryn and Tala match on a dating app, Tinder. Their chats are full of banter, late-night voice notes, and playlists. But neither knows they actually work in the same company, just in different departments. At work, Ryn can't stand "the messy reports from Accounting." Meanwhile, Tala always complains about "Finance's impossible deadlines." Little do they know... they're each other's 9-to-5 nemesis and 9-to-12 a.m. soulmate. When a joint project suddenly brings Finance and Accounting together, Ryn and Tala find themselves sitting across from each other - and realizing that their "Tinder match" might be closer than they thought..

The theme song of this story will be Taylor Swift 's Snow on the beach Unexpected love grows between two ice athletes. A figure skater and An Ice hockey player. A milklove au because I'm obsess with them❤️

What if an artist and a photographer having a weird feeling called love? Their lovestory that started in Easter Park. The sunset everyone adore make them meet. Destiny of art that brings them together. A love that was created accidentally by art. But what if they didn't ended up together? Both didn't believe in love especially love at first sight. To make it worse, both of them have a traumatic past. How will they overcome their fear? Will they ever gain each other trust? Will they ended up together?

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Milklove AU Maren Vaughan, the queen of coasting by on effortless A's, had her world turned upside down when the infuriatingly perfect Lana Landry transferred in. Lana sets her sights on the top spot, a title Maren holds loosely. Their silent war raged in A+ papers and whispered study sessions, neither willing to yield. But fate, or perhaps the cruel hand of their teacher, throws them a curveball: a forced partnership for Spirit Week - the most unacademic of events. Stuck together for a whole week, these polar opposites discover a surprising connection beneath the competitive facade. Will their newfound understanding rewrite the rules of their rivalry, or will the pressure to be better tear them apart? Find out in "The Heartbeat Equation" a story where grades take a backseat to a love lesson neither Maren nor Lana saw coming.

I have memorized your soul for a lifetime; you haven't even learned my name. "You capture my eyes so well," Milk says, her voice a melody that Love has known for a hundred years. "It's like you know me." Love grips the paintbrush until her knuckles turn white. She wants to say, 'I know the rhythms of your heart. I know how you sound when you cry. I know you.' Instead, Love smiles the practiced smile of a stranger. "I'm just a fan," she lies. Bound by fate but separated by memory, Love continues to paint the woman who forgot her, resigning herself to a lifetime of loving a stranger wearing her lover's face. How do you mourn someone who is standing right in front of you? Or where, Love lives in the quiet ache of paint-stained silence, her brushes heavy with the weight of a thousand years. To the world, she is merely an admirer, a girl in the front row capturing a star. But every stroke on the canvas is a secret-a map of a soul she once held in a life Milk was allowed to forget. While Milk basks in the blinding heat of the spotlight, Love remains in the shadows, doomed to remember a history that now only exists in the drying oil of a stranger's portrait.