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khaotunq · 1 day

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Seduction 101, according to Ayan:

Step 96/?: Tell him you like him. Tell him why.

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stepghost · 3 months

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#My Neighbor Ayane Side Story #mine #mangacap #manga cap #h

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jimmyysea · 6 months

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they make me insane

[ alangaipa picture from @sadwetcatray ]

#ofts #only friends the series #ray #sand #sandray #the eclipse #our skyy 2 #akk #ayan #akkayan #*mine

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theedorksinlove · 8 months

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THE ECLIPSE + OUR SKYY 2

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paisky · 2 years

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THE ECLIPSE (2022), dir. Golf Tanwarin Sukkhapisit | episode 9

#the eclipse #the eclipse the series #akk x ayan #akkayan #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #khaofirst #mine #gifs #asianlgbtqdramas

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happy-xy · 2 years

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Ayan is a funny guy.

- The Eclipse (2022) | EP.5

#akkayan #ayanakk #asianlgbtqdramas #lgbtedit #The Eclipse #the eclipse the series #ayan x akk #akk x ayan #First Kanaphan #Khaotung Thanawat #gay #bl drama #bl series #gifs #mine

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lucres · 2 years

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t o u g h d a y t o d a y .

#the eclipse #the eclipse the series #the eclipse series #theeclipseedit #ayan my love #mine #omg this show #lovelovelove

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guzhufuren · 2 years

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The Eclipse coming August 12th

#the eclipse #akkayan #akk x ayan #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #mygifs #mine #tuserfaiza #userjap #leftontheladder #forangel #mjtag #usersquee #i assume you are gonna be watching it besties if not please ignore #first my beloved #FIRST!!!!!!!!!!! MY!!!!!!!!!! BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga · 1 year

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奥空アヤネ by SiNoe

#Blue Archive #Okusora Ayane #Asagi Mutsuki #Silver hair #Purple Eyes #Black Hair #Brown Eyes #Elf Ears #Short hair #Long Hair #Tie #Girls in ties are a weakness of mine

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sollucets · 10 months

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as a tiny prompt: aye wearing akks clothes (maybe an iconic tank top that's a bit too big on him) and akk feeling a certain way

hi nonny i am at last back at it again. thank you for your patience! ✨i think akk's more iconic of his 2 tank tops is definitely the teal one

we are in the post-os2 long-distance akkaye timeline again; 1.2k, rated t for they're kissing

💜

It’s well into the afternoon when Akk finally hears the telltale sound of movement in his bed. His desk, across his dorm room, faces away, and he doesn’t bother turning from the chair to look. It’s going to take Aye a little while to actually wake up, and the last Akk had seen he’d been sprawled face-down across the pillows, taking up nearly all the room in an already too-small bed.

So instead, he keeps writing, the little scratching noise of his pen the only sound in the room. Akk usually works with something playing in the background, but he’d forgone music in deference to Aye’s recovery from nineteen hours of air travel. He’s also not really working, not so soon after the end of term; he sets back to writing in his journal, content enough to wait just a little longer.

Like he’d expected, it’s a while before he hears the telltale groaning of Aye actually getting up. He resists the urge to look for a while, but eventually turns to glance over his shoulder and catches the bathroom door closing, hears the sink turn on. He smiles.

A few minutes later, he again doesn’t look up when the door opens and Aye’s arms loop around him from behind, a chin digging into his shoulder.

“Good afternoon,” Akk says mildly, gently leaning the side of his head against his boyfriend’s.

Aye whines, incoherent, and squeezes around Akk’s shoulders. He smells like toothpaste.

“That bad, huh?”

“What time is it,” Aye mumbles, almost directly against Akk’s ear.

“It’s half past two, and I probably should’ve woken you up earlier. The jet lag isn’t going to get any better like this.”

Aye lets out a muffled groan and drops his face into Akk’s shoulder, breath warm against the skin. He has to be leaning over the back of the desk chair, and it can’t be comfortable, but he’s clinging so thoroughly it’d be hard to detach him. He says something, barely audible.

“What?”

“What are you doing?” Aye enunciates more clearly, sounding both definitely still sleepy and distinctly pouty. Akk can feel his lips moving. “Pay attention to me.”

“I’m journaling,” Akk answers, laughing a little. Deliberately, he adds another word.

“What happened to my cute boyfriend from yesterday who missed me so much he cried at the airport?”

“Your cute boyfriend from yesterday had to carry you inside from the car and as such doesn’t miss you anymore,” Akk answers primly, holding in a laugh. “Also, you cried too.”

“You just called yourself cute,” Aye says, sighing dreamily. “You should write it in your journal. This is a historic moment.”

“Shut up.”

Aye scoffs theatrically. “Listen to you. I’m never so mean.”

Akk pointedly gets another two words written down and very generously doesn’t refute Aye’s bald-faced lie. “I’m not mean. I let you sleep in, didn’t I? And I made lunch, but it’s in the minifridge now.”

Against his shoulder, Aye’s lips curve first into a smile and then into a kiss.

Akk melts a little. He hadn’t known, really, how much he missed this. He thought he knew, but he didn’t.

“You made lunch for me?” Aye asks, sounding delighted despite how he’s pulling his arms away. “I guess I can forgive you then. I am hungry.”

Akk spins in his chair, glancing up. “We can—“ he starts, before the words catch in his throat.

Aye’s hair is down, soft and in his eyes. That’s the first blow. The second is his bare legs, the edges of boxers just barely visible under the hem of the third shot directly to the heart, one of Akk’s tank tops.

On Akk, it’s already oversized, and on Aye the effect is worse. He can see the curve of Aye’s waist where the side hangs open, paler than the rest of his skin. It contrasts prettily against the blue-green of Akk’s shirt. His eyes stick there, tracing the shape of it over and over until without his conscious input he reaches out and curls his fingers around that waist, tugging Aye abruptly forward into his lap.

Aye makes a cut-off little noise of surprise, just barely getting his legs to the side in time. His skin under Akk’s hand is warm and soft and his weight in Akk’s lap is familiar even after all these months away, and his mouth is still in a cute little ‘o’ of surprise.

He rallies quickly, though, and that ‘o’ morphs into the cat smile Aye wears only at his most self-satisfied. Leaning forward to keep his balance, he sets his hands lightly on Akk’s chest and says, a laugh in his voice, “Does my cute boyfriend still miss me after all?”

Blinking a couple times and valiantly fighting the urge to dig his nails in, Akk says, “You’re wearing my shirt.”

It’s hardly the first time. Aye loves stealing Akk’s clothes, and he’s seen it before — but the combination of all that skin and Aye soft and real and in his room and his shirt and now his lap is doing something to him. Aye’s here to steal his clothes again, here and tangible in his arms.

“So I am. Most of mine are still in my bags.” Aye’s tone is fond as he stares down at whatever dumbstruck expression Akk is wearing, but it goes darker as he asks, “Do you like that?”

Akk tries to drag his eyes up through the sea of radio static that his higher thought processes have become, but before his face is another stopping point; his collarbone, visible from the drape of the tank top and sadly unmarked. His left hand comes up until his thumb can run over that exposed skin.

He feels more than hears Aye take a breath in, and lets his fingers follow the motion up the column of his throat. It vibrates as Aye says, a little shakily, “I guess that answers that question.”

Akk, who would usually roll his eyes but is distracted by the way Aye licks his lips after speaking, finishes the journey to curl his hand around the back of Aye’s neck and pull him down. Aye goes easily, melting into the kiss with a sigh that Akk has heard a million times and also not in months. They’d kissed last night, brief and soft and clumsy with sleep once he’d finally gotten Aye into the safety of their dorm, but not like this.

No, not like this at all; he feels teeth against his upper lip. Aye’s hands leave his chest to wander down to his waist then back up to his shoulders and cling there, squeezing pressure through fabric. It feels a little like Aye might understand it, like he might get the ache in Akk’s hands and heart to hold him as close as possible. Akk makes a soft noise into his mouth, shifting in the chair, and they break apart for a moment, just far enough that their noses still touch.

“So,” asks Aye, breathy but still somehow infuriatingly smug, “Do you want me to keep it on, or take it off?”

In retaliation, Akk summons all his willpower and says, “I thought you were hungry.”

Aye leans in again, close enough that their lips brush, and whispers, “Shut up.”

#the eclipse #akkayan #akk x ayan #my fic tag #arbitrary milestone prompts #it feels really good to be making something again. i've been a little quiet about it but june really did some damage to my life #and the worst thing about feeling bad is that. like. not being able to make stuff because you feel bad makes you feel *worse* ykno #in any case. fluff!!! kissing!!!#the time difference between london/thailand is six hours and most flights i saa when i googled this are in the 15-20 hour range #even the expensive ones with no stops #akk journaling is a hc of mine u also see in on our way up #ok. i'll stop talking now :') posting at a stupid time too bc i'm just happy to have something done. thank u! <3

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dramadeer · 1 year

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