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IVAN. AEGYO KING. WRITES YAOI MANHWA FOR A LIVING. THIS MAN IS OUT HERE BATTING HIS LASHES AND DOING CUTESY HEART POSES LIKE “OPPA NOTICE ME” AND EVERYONE LOSES THEIR DAMN MINDS. INCLUDING TILL. by Gojoswifez6
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
19 Jul 2025
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“I mean, I’m not like, gay gay... that shit’s a lil too much.”Till said it with a straight face. An actual, no-shame, fully committed face.
Mizi blinked. Slowly. Like her brain was buffering.
This was Till — Till, the man who practically moans when a character in a yaoi makes eye contact, sitting in his dimly lit room, reading Yarichin Bitch Club like it’s sacred scripture, cheeks flushed, knees tucked to his chest like a Victorian orphan.
She looked at him like he had just declared gravity a government conspiracy.“But didn’t you literally say you’d let Ivan suck you off like a lollipop?”
Till flinched like she'd shot him in the chest. Mizi howled, full belly laugh, because it was true.Till glared, hand on heart like he’d been betrayed.
“Ivan doesn’t count. He’s Ivan. That’s different.”As if that explained anything.
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The one true fanfic. The loml. My comfort read. The only real answer to "What is the best piece of media you've seen?"
But he was gone.
He didn’t even blink.
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It was queer theater. Gay renaissance. Sexual chaos manifest.
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I’m going to simply pass away. You’ll have to tell the landlord I died of gay.
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“H-hey.”
Ivan chuckled on the other end. Dark, warm, knowing.
“Good boy. Took you long enough.”
Till hung up.
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Ivan just blinked slowly, like a cat watching its food monologue about the meaning of life.
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I’m just—uh, surprised. You’re like. Tall. And hot. And successful. And not real, probably. I’m dreaming. This is a dream. I’m gonna wake up and be late for work.
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Ivan was frowning, arms crossed like the world’s hottest brat.
“I’m honestly losing my hard-on waiting for your existential crisis, Till.”
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“Do you trust me?”
Voice low, dangerous, and infuriatingly confident.
Trust? Fuck, no.
“No..?”
Ivan’s mouth curved.
Slow. Cruel.
He liked that answer.
Of course he did. Freak.
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“You’re ignoring me.”
Yeah bitch, that was the plan.
“I’m ignoring everything that makes me question my sexuality, Ivan.”
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Till barely waited for the cab to stop before he was flinging open the door and stomping out. Mizi and Sua sauntered out behind him, giggling like they’d just finished braiding each other’s pubes or something.
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Till’s heart doing somersaults like the messy gay bitch he absolutely was.
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Till was practically vibrating with homicidal intent.
“I will commit war crimes in this IKEA catalog.”
Ivan, rummaging in the fridge, didn’t even look up.
“Knives are in the second drawer if you need."
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“You good?”
“No.”
“Oh. Cool. Same.”
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God. I’m literally scrubbing his babies out of me. This is so humiliating. I hope I die.
He had to make sure it was thorough because he was not about to walk back out there with Ivan’s entire lineage dripping down his thigh.
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He looks so happy. Stop it. Unsmile.
I hate this.
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Ivan nodded like that was the best idea he’d ever heard. “Sure.”
Till wanted to throw him off the balcony.
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Just Ivan and Till, staring at each other across the stupidly fancy room, with the air so thick with unspoken shit you could cut it with Sua’s stilettos.
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Maybe Ivan didn’t cheat.
But he definitely Ivan-ed.
And sometimes that was just as bad.
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STANDING OVATION, BITCHES!
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Industrial grade fake. FDA certified. Imported from the land of bullshit.
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Hyuna and Luka were both side-eyeing like judges on RuPaul’s Drag Race.
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From the corner, Ivan blinked. “That was deep.”
“Shut up,” Till snapped, wiping his nose. “You still eat like a toddler.”
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Ivan blinked. “Oh, they're making out.”
Till sniffled. “Yeah. God. I love lesbians.”
Ivan patted his shoulder. “Same. They’re saving the world.”
“Honestly, better than men ever did"
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Ivan finally cracked the tiniest smile. He turned back to Sua and Mizi.
Can you guys hold hands in all the photos so people know you’re dating? It’ll be cute.
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Dewey’s camera flash went off.
ICONIC, caption’s gonna be: ‘Tokyo Disney trip with my problematic queer found-family.
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I’m a parasite in this body, a body that’s practically dead. That won’t even work right. That can’t laugh right. Can’t feel right. Can’t be fun.
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This is literally why men shouldn’t talk
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It’s Disney, guys. I’m gonna stay a bit longer.
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I’m not... loud. I’m not funny. I’m not charming in the way that sticks. I’m not someone who people gravitate toward in a room. I don’t light things up, I don’t fill the space—I disappear into it.
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I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to be the one you have to slow down for. But if you’re going to choose me, Till... I need you to choose me. Not feel bad for me. Not pity me. Not carry guilt like it’s a favor. I need you to see me—and still stay.
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Till. So funny. So charming. And Ivan. Just... Ivan.
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Because if Ivan was going to be brave enough to say he felt, then Till could be brave enough to feel too.
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Why the hell would i ever hit you?! Do you have any idea how precious you are to me? How much I care about you? Why would i hurt the one thing that means everything?
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I’d rather die a thousand times over than stop being loved by you, Till.