idolintherye
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Eiji never returned to America and stayed in Japan, so he begins journaling.
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I’ve never really liked bitter things, such as coffee. The taste was too strong, it reminded me too much of life in New York. The smell is alright; everyone can agree with that for the most part. The photos, night life, extreme chaos, everything that you wouldn’t experience in regular life.
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A letter from Ash to Eiji
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- English
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Eiji used to be a gym bro
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Tell Me How To Need You (i'll love you regardless) by DrippingGalaxies
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
18 Mar 2026
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Till's first relationship was perfect, or so it'd seemed at first. Dating his childhood best friend hadn't exactly been his plan, but Ivan was so deeply, intrinsically infatuated with him that it made up for it, a little.
Five months into dating, Ivan's feelings didn't seem to dwindle one bit, but something started to nag at Till in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Their sex life.
And the fact that despite being endlessly ravished on a near daily basis, for some unexplained reason, he'd still never made Ivan cum.
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Ivan and Till focus on their work too much and the desperation for one another kicks in hard
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"Ah," Till pants, swallowing. Ivan takes in every wave, every vibration, moving his fingers to the undulating rhythm. Is this how Till's throat moves when he hums along to his music? Suddenly, Ivan despises the futility of the ears. He wishes it were more common to listen with one's fingers. "F-Feels strange when you do that. L-Like your fingers are inside."
"Does... Does it?" Ivan murmurs, a tremor running through his torso, settling somewhere deep inside his thudding chest. He glances at Till's disjointed palms, imagining allowing crooked Till's fingers to enter the cavity of his throat, giving them a place beneath all those useless layers of skin. He has never considered envying Till, but he supposes this is as close he gets. Next time, he dares to think, then promptly bites his own tongue in reprimand. "And… Do you mind? I have washed them thoroughly, I assure you."
A familiar scowl surfaces on Till's face at that.
(Or: Ivan's hands like to take their time with Till.)
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15 Jan 2026
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The touches at Ivan’s waist become more blatant; he’s openly feeling him up now, hand curved around the small of Ivan’s back. During one of those times he leans up to murmur into Ivan’s ear, “All that talk about my waist being ‘deliciously grabbable,’ but you’re not so bad yourself.”
Ivan makes a— noise, from the back of his throat. Till wonders what it would take to pull more of those noises out of him. He resolutely ignores how his own face grows warm at the sound.
or; till gains the upper hand for once.
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“Great!” he chirped. “Good for her. Unfortunately, I don’t think I, um, or Mizi, will be able to come. My schedule is pretty packed, so…”
“It is?” God fucking hell, it was like his father could see his lie right through the phone. “The day before Christmas Eve?”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck me. Why do I even try? I should hang up. And block his number. And move to Scotland. I hear the weather’s nice there.
“You know,” Ivan said haltingly, “let me… check my calendar and see if I have a spot.”
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15 Jul 2025