"Till?" Ivantill one-shots to put it simply

by Keepyourselfsafe2

Summary:

"Can you draw me?" Ivan asked suddenly.

 

"No."

"Wh~y?"

Till sighed, why couldn't he draw Mizi in peace? "Fine. I will later."

Ivan's head perked up as a grin burst onto his face.

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Basically, we have Ivan's pov as he haunts till and their memories from before (´ 3｀) AND we also have various au's for them, so yuh 🦧
 

idk how this works, so please bear with me mwah love yall

Notes:

I just decided to make one but idk how this works at all so uh yeah also please tell me if you enjoyed this because while I do write for the enjoyment of writing in and of itself, I also love people enjoying it, so uh 🫶

Chapter 1: Drawing.

"Ti~ll, look at me." Ivan whined annoyingly,

"..."

silence

 

Till was ignoring him.

 

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"Ti~ll, what're you doing?"

"Drawing."

"Drawing what?"

"Mizi."

''Oh. Again?''

"Yes."

"Why not me?"

"Because you're not Mizi."

"Obviously."

"Shut up."

"Fine."

Ivan plucked at a few strands of grass, muttering about how unfair it was,

"Can you draw me?" Ivan asked suddenly.

"No."

"Wh~y?"

Till sighed, why couldn't he draw Mizi in peace? "Fine. I will later."

Ivan's head perked up as a grin burst onto his face.

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"Ti~ll, Ti~ll, can you draw me? Please." Ivan asked pleadingly

 

"Alright," Till said distractedly,

 

Till was older than Ivan now if you could believe it.
His hair was now shaved short into a buzzcut. It looked good on him. But then again, everything did.

Ivan laid his head on Till's shoulder, watching him intently as the man sketched him.

Notes:

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Chapter 2: Wake up Ivan!

Summary:

I'm not sure what to add. Have fun, people!

Notes:

Pls tell me if there are any mistakes while I go fix up the tags and summary

"Ivan"

"Ivan!"

"IVAN!"

A blurry gray blob was shaking him as Ivan struggled to get up. As Ivan's sight cleared, he saw that it was Till.

"What.." Ivan muttered, bleary-eyed and tired.

"You didn't answer me when I called you!"

"Why were you doing that..?" Ivan asked, half-asleep

"Because we're s'posed to get off the bus, you dumbass!"

"Oh.. Oh. Yeah,"

Till, unamused, shook him once more."We're gonna be late, so wake up, and I'll buy you something."

"Really?!" Ivan perked up at that

 

"Really." Till affirmed begrudgingly.

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"Ti~ll, I'm bored, "

"..."

Till never talked to him anymore. Why was that?

"Ti~ll, Ti~ll, talk to me, please?"

"..."

Silence, again. He expected this. He knew this would happen. But it still hurt, as it did every other time.

Notes:

Opinions? Ty(´ 3｀)

Chapter 3: Awkward.

Summary:

Till.
Till.
Till.

Even his name was beautiful, just like everything else about him.

 

MORE MODERNESS

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Basically, modern au fluff before a little angst(?)

Notes:

Pls tell me if there are any mistakes while I go fix up the tags and summary

Till.
Till.
Till.

Even his name was beautiful, just like everything else about him.

Ivan barely even knew him, and yet he was in this deep already?
Man, was he fucked. Oh, now that he thinks about it, it would be amazing to get fucked by him.

"Hello?" A hand waves over his face, it was Till

"Huh?"

"You were like zoning out just now." Till's eyes were beautiful, Ivan's no Shakespeare, but he could and would spout poetry right here, and now about the way his eyes practically glowed with life despite his large eyebags.

"Oh, uh- Sorry?" Ivan said quite sheepishly with an embarrassed smile and a chuckle to top it off.

"So, are you going to like pay or.. ?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I will! I am, actually!" Ivan then continued to prattle on about how he WAS paying, even going as to ask if he wanted a tip.

"Uh, thanks? I guess."

"Alright, here you go! I'm so sorry to bother you. I'm off now! Thanks for the coffee! Have a good day."

"You too." Till called out awkward and confused from behind the counter,

 

'Well, that was a great start,' Ivan thought to himself bitterly. He hopes it goes better next time.

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"Till, do you hate me?"

"..."

Silence.

Again.

Notes:

Opinions? Ty(´ 3｀)

 My fingers hurt 😞

I would love to hear your thoughts <33

Chapter 4: White space.

Summary:

My heart was beating erratically. Why was that? Who cares, Till's here, and he's happy to see me! He even laughed!

Ivan and Till wake up in a white space, why is that?

Notes:

Hope you like it♡

'Whats going on?'

I wonder as I wake up in a weird white space, with nothing in sight until..

'Oh, look! Till's here!'

I feel my lips curling into a grin as I run up to him and tackle him into a hug

"Till!" I sang with glee, repeating it over and over and over again.

"Stop it, Ivan!" He laughed. He was grinning, too! A genuine, happy smile. Much like my own, but SO so much more beautiful.

My heart was beating erratically. Why was that? Who cares, Till's here, and he's happy to see me! He even laughed!

"Why are you here, Till?" I giggled joyfully

"I don't know.." He said, suddenly his face became confused.
"Where are we?"

I didn't know, but who cared? Till was here, and he was looking at me, ME! Not Mizi, not her.

"I don't know," I hummed out, knowing Till would surely not look at me the way he was right now if I mentioned Mizi.

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"Ti~ll"

"Ti~ll"

"Look at me, won't you?"

"I'm not dead! I'm right here. See?" Ivan gestured to himself desperately

"..."

Oh.

"Till?" Ivan tried once more, with a pleading expression

"..."

It's always the same.. It looks like Ivan was right, Till really didn't care.

Chapter 5: Pocket knife

Summary:

TW:SELF HARM, AND SUICIDE MENTION

 

"Till?" Ivan said hesitantly

"..."

"Till." Ivan said just a bit louder, knowing that Till won't reply

 

So we got a bit depressing in this au, give me some prompts so I can use them ty :)

Notes:

So, just before yall ask, I am alright :)

Also good night/morning/afternoon whatever I'm going to sleep (-.-)Zzz・・・・

edit: OMG FINALLY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FIX THIS

'I'm tired.'

Ivan thought as his curtains billowed gently, and

a singular moonbeam landed on his wrist,

at lines of red,

and near that overwhelming red

On the bedsheet, stained with numerous unidentifiable things

was a bloody pocket knife.

it had been Till's

before he decided that

Ivan wasn't worth it

Before he decided,

LIFE wasn't worth it.

 

He did it with a rope.

 

"I miss you, Till.." He murmured softly as he laid his head on the bed

before closing his eyes

May his sweet dreamless slumber bring his first and last love back.

And let us pray that his rest take him forever, never to awake.

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"Till?" Ivan said hesitantly

"..."

"Till." Ivan said just a bit louder, knowing that Till wouldn't reply

He never did.

 

Boy, was Ivan in for a suprise.

 

"Can you just shut up?" Till snapped

 

That did indeed shut him up.

Chapter 6: Quiet.

Summary:

I liked it.

I loved it.

 

"..."

I loved him.

 

Till pov!!!

Notes:

Enjoy!!!♡♡♡

TILL
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Ivan was always there, in a life full of unexpected twists and surprises

He never left, in all his annoying glory. He. Never. Left.

So what'd he expect me to do when that one and only constant LEFT?!

Prance in a field of camera flowers? Sing a song?Not give a singular fuck?

Hell to THE FUCKING NO!

He is- I mean 'was' my best friend. Not some random ass stranger.

I mean, even though he's- he'd I mean, always piss me off. He was still my best FRIEND.

With that annoyingly perfect face and his worried nagging when I got hurt,

 

I still cared about him, and the way he'd start yapping like he had a time limit for absolutely no fucking reason, I still loved that.

 

I liked the way he'd talk about which cloud he thought was low-key fugly,

 

or the way he'd steal my chocolate chip cookie because I didn't like how sweet it was (I swear to god, it was like 99% chocolate and sugar and 1% everything else)

 

I loved how his eyes sparkled when he opened up his birthday present to see the teal colored cat Keychain he raved about in there. (I used a timer, it was exactly 4 hours, 36 minutes, and 89 seconds)

 

I liked it.

I loved it.

 

"..."

 

I loved him.

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Till replied to Ivan?
Was this a dream?

Was he dreaming?
Was he dead?

Wait, no, he IS dead.

 

Nevermind.

 

"..."

Notes:

Thoughts? (●.●) /♡

Chapter 7: Tilly willy °♡°.

Summary:

Fine," Ivan had sighed,

 

This was an hour ago.

 

Chatfic!

Tilly willy °♡°
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3:05PM
Sun, Seb 7

Tilly willy °♡°: Ivan

Me: Yes? Whatever do you need, my dear Till?❤️❤️❤️

Tilly willy °♡°: suht up.

Tilly willy °♡°: Mzii invbted us 2 go wthi her and sua 2 the mci9es

Tilly willy °♡°: r u gojg?

Me: I'll go, because you're going! Have fun at your club,my love💓💓💓💓💓💓

Tilly willy °♡°: SHUTHEUFUKCKUOUP

Tilly willy °♡°: thnaks tho

Me: ❤️❤️
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Till is sleeping, Ivan confirmed this by poking him on the face.
"Till, Till wake up! The sun's rising! Dewey's gonna get mad!" Ivan whisper-shouted, shaking Till's shoulder.

"Mmm... five more minutes.." Till muttered tiredly, curling up into a ball with the blanket over him as various pencils and sketches fell off the bed.

"Fine," Ivan had sighed,

 

This was an hour ago.

 

Till had gotten yelled at and blamed it on him later.

Notes:

So the second one was like Ivan's haunting, but ljke instead of as a trauma, it's like tbhk ig? Like they get along and stuff, but this one doesn't have much relation to the chapters before!

Chapter 8: Goodbye.

Summary:

TILL pov

Past
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Ivan was..

 

Crying?

 

Till regrets it.

Notes:

Last chapter probably!

TILL pov

Past
_______

Ivan was..

 

Crying?

Why was that?

 

All I did was give him a hug that HE asked for, by the way.

 

Was I that gross?

That weird?

Did he dislike me THAT much?

I thought we were friends..

____________

 

Till pov

Present
______

Ivan's gone.

He's gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Dead.

He's not here anymore.

And he never will be.

He's never going to smile that crooked grin he did when he actually meant it.

He's never going to bother me again, even though I'd never really minded.

He's never going to unlock my collar and pull me into a meteor shower and ask to escape. Knowing I wouldn't take his hand.

He's never going to chatter on and on about constellations and stars while I silently drew him because he had looked so happy.

 

Because he's gone.

He's never going to make me a shitty flower crown and plop it on my head.

We're never gonna fight again.

We're never gonna laugh again.

There is no 'We' anymore, though.

Because he's gone.

Why was I so stupid?

Why was I so dumb?

Why.

Why.

Why.

I should've held on to him.

I shouldn't have let go of his hand because I was afraid of the unknown,

I shouldn't have been so scared.

But he's not here anymore and I can't do anything about that.

 

So,

Goodnight Ivan.

and goodbye.

Notes:

Thoughts? And should I add one more before officially ending it?

Also, if anyone saw the notice, I chose to end this because I don't want it to drag on!

Chapter 9: Shooting stars [LAST CHAPTER!!]

Summary:

"Tilly, did you know -"

 

"I love you, Ivan." Till interrupted shyly

 

"W-what," Ivan sputtered, his face quickly turning tomato-red.

 

"Don't make me repeat it." Till spat, his face the same exact shade as Ivan's.

"Okay."

"Hey Tilly, can you repeat that, please?"
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Quiet confession (with pet names!!!) basically and some reminiscing as well as overly sweet chocolate cake and shooting stars, maybe a meteor shower too? 🤔🤔

Notes:

Hope you like it! >//<°*

Ivan held Till's hand as their legs swung on the swing (lol). Till was quietly humming a song as Ivan yapped about astronomy and mythology,

"Tilly, did you know -"

 

"I love you, Ivan." Till interrupted

 

"W-what," Ivan sputtered, his face quickly turning tomato-red.

 

"Don't make me repeat it." Till spat, his face the same exact shade as Ivan's.

"Okay."

"Hey Tilly, can you repeat that, please?"

"No."

"Okay."

"Please, Tilly Willy?"

"NO! AND DON'T CALL ME THAT!!" Till screamed, blushing even harder if that's possible

"Call you what?" Ivan replied innocently

"Ugh," Till untangled his hand from Ivan's as he dragged his hands over his face. "Never mind."

"Okay."

Till took Ivan's hand, wrapping it around his own, as they slowly swung on the swing, gazing at the moon.

 

"Just so you know, Tilly, I love you too," Ivan said quietly, gazing at the moon, with stars reflected in his eyes.

"I know."

A singular star shot across the sky, and as they gazed at the falling meteor,

 

they silently made a wish

 

A wish that prayed this moment would never end.
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"Hey Ivan, Happy Birthday! You'd be 33 now, that's crazy huh?" Till chuckled as he put a slice of overly sweet chocolate cake in front of the round silver disk that was propping up a drawing of Ivan in a frame.

"I got some cake, I think you would've liked it. It's way too sweet." Till said, reminiscing of the times when Till had tried some of Ivan's jelly,

he had somehow convinced Unsha to add extra sugar (said it would help him get better. He was right.).
Till had literally gagged after trying because that was how sickeningly sweet it was.

Till continued to talk, as the day had long since faded into night, Til glanced up and saw a meteor shower blanketing the sky.

"Huh. Would you look at that?" He murmured, a sad smile overtaking his face.

 

It was beautiful.

Notes:

Thoughts? And please point out mistakes :))

I dont think it was written that well, but idk how I'm supposed to fix it, so uh yeah!!!

Please comment, or kudo at the very least

ALSO i will take a prompt if i make another work >//< so if yall have any suggestions please tell me tyy 🫶🫶❤️❤️

Notes:

Guys this is my first time writing stuff, so pls point out mistakes, while engliah IS my first language i don't think i'm good at writing so like love yall 🌹🌹

Pls comment or kudos

 

THANK YOH TO @Star_Sapphire00 and @Yuchan7 ♡♡ for being the first ppl to kudos