#Written

[poetryforall]

[weralika]

so we know that most of kevin's and neil's paychecks goes to moriyama and that means that andrew is the only one of them who has like a huge amount of money.

even if kevin is not their third, he will def receive some checks and he's angry about it. like he knows andrew likes to spend money on his boyfriend but kevin is not the one!! maybe they are close friends and they call each other frequently but kevin doesn't need his money.

imagine his rage when he finds out his entire mortgage is paid. andrew just says 'oops' when kevin asks him about it, and he's just at loss, why would andrew do that for him.

he knows he won't get an answer from andrew and then he asks neil, and that man says 'what did you expect, kevin? he needs to annoy you on daily basis, and you're not here, you have to understand. he's been saving money so he can hear you scream'.

kevin screams for 4 hours after he catches a flight to their town. andrew smiles like never

[ballisticjingles05]

Even in tears, my beauty is unmatched.

[colors-of-words]

[drunkwriternim]

I didn't have a problem with you insulting your husband, but he was my father too, I didn't care about you yelling at your wife, belittling her, but she was my mother too. I would have been fine with you not appreciating that little child and her accomplishments, but I was that child of yours. You were lovers, partners of one another but I hope you remembered you were my parents too.

[shawtyimmaparty]

Once we start loving ourselves, people no longer seem good to us unless they are actually good for us.

[votive-candle]

29 / 07 / 2024 🪩🕺🏽🚓🤞🏽

i got WELL carried away with this one, lads

couldn't decide if i wanted to write a fanfic or draw fan art so i kind of did both at the same time for maximum efficiency

again i’ve not even played much of the game because i've been so inspired to draw and write as soon as i got started, so i am maybe projecting some personality onto them for now, but i want to think Kim likes to fluster Harry a lot (platonically or romantically, either is good)

mostly gleamed that from the "mambo or jambo line" among others

also wrote an excerpt from Shivers but it got a little suggestive for the comic

[wolkenleere]

And I wondered what it was like to be chosen. I was never chosen. I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one, never the chosen one.

Unknown

[minimalist-quotes]

Once we start loving ourselves, people no longer seem good to us unless they are actually good for us.

@shawtyimmaparty

[wordedarchive]

It's July and I have hope in who I am becoming.

Charlotte Eriksson via wordedarchive

[poetryforall]

[weralika]

so what about suicidal Kevin...

pt 1

“Say something,” Kevin almost pleads, suffocated by buffling silence, “That you hate me or…”

“I don't,” Andrew interrupts him before he can come up with something even more stupid, “Why would I hate you?”

Kevin lowers his gaze, shrugging and making a thoughtful noise.

“Because I did…” he gestures vaguely, wincing when pain starts to bloom under his skin yet again, “This.”

“You didn't,” Andrew's voice is impassible but Kevin can hear the slight trembling under his toneless words, “You didn't quite manage to.”

Kevin feels nausea at the bottom of his throat and it serves him just right — he survived to have one shitty opportunity more.

Another chance to fuck everything up, another trial and another error, till he finally learns the lesson. Andrew doesn't even look surprised, a little worried, maybe, but not tricked by Kevin's unpredictable decisions, though perhaps Andrew's foreseen that long ago, and since then waited for the shoe to drop.

“Need something?” he asks, and Kevin realizes that he was frowning for a couple of minutes already. He nods at the glass on the nightstand and Andrew brings it carefully to his lips.

The water does not help in his urge to throw up, but it is a distraction ot sort, he sips the cold liquid slowly, looking at Andrew's soft hands.

He wants to tell him everything. He really wanted to tell him everything since they met, but was cowardly afraid of being mocked. Now he knows, it was dumb as hell — Andrew would never laugh at him, not only because he doesn't have a habit of doing so, but because he understands him so deeply it's almost terrifying. He seems to be the one and the only person who knows him well, even better than Kevin does, for how incredible it may sound. He would tell him, if he asked. He would say all the I'm losts and I want to have someone heres, but it was their everlasting problem — you are too gentle to interrogate, I'm too afraid to speak up.

Though Andrew asks now, making Kevin question the reality of the situation:

“Were you planning this?” he says it quietly, just to trick Kevin to look up, because he always knew how to lip read. There was no need to speak hushly, Kevin had his own private hospital ward, paid off by Andrew himself.

“No,” he brings himself to answer, but not to meet Andrew's eyes, “I was drunk and lo- alone. In my flat, that is.”

It is the most awkward situation he can imagine himself being in — accepting his own flaws, because he was careless enough not to die when so eager to do so.

“You said you'd quit,” Andrew doesn't accuse him of anything, Kevin knows for sure, but he can feel a blush of shame on his face, “You promised not to lie.”

“I did quit.” he tries to defend himself, “Everything was too much that day. I had- I thought I had no one to talk to, I don't remember much, but I was sad.”

Andrew sighs deeply and cups his face in his palms, still cold from the glass.

“You, pouting motherfucker.” Kevin lets a small smile spread across his face, wincing from pain once again, “If you were not in fucking Texas, we'd be by your fucking ugly side.”

Kevin only chuckles at that, imagining that picture — Neil and Andrew by his side, sipping their coffees in mornings and watching soap operas in evenings.

He's smiling, looking Andrew in the eyes but the moment is broken by a strange noise. Something shuffles outside and Kevin's heart drops low.

[ballisticjingles05]

You wanted my truth but punished me for speaking it.

[i-will-write]

[drunkwriternim]

Darling, you made everyone else unattractive to me.