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parsnipping · 2 years

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Are You Even Queer If You DON'T Have Worm Earrings

Here's a short and very queer Twitfic brought to you by worm on a string earrings //dabs Don't mind the tense change I just Do That while writing twitfics.

Hux has a hobby that he turned into a side job to get himself through the months of college when his financial aid is spread thin. He makes jewelry and trinkets out of random objects. Like worms on strings.

His friend Phas, the most butch lesbian he's ever known, convinced him to sell his wares on Etsy after multiple food bribes to get her own paws on them for herself and the rest of her polycule. In fact the whole group is basically a walking billboard for him.

He doesn't expect it to really get off the ground, but he makes an account anyway. It takes a few weeks before he's really making any sales, but out of nowhere he gets an order that has him nearly spitting out his coffee. "TWENTY EARRINGS, PHAS. TWENTY PAIRS."

"*And* they bought out the last of my stock of pride bracelets, the fake candy necklaces, and even the stupid fucking dick pendants!" She snorts into her drink. "I told you they were a good idea." "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

He recruits the polycule's help to box up the order and make sure everything is ticked off, only to realize as he's about to print the shipping label that the address is rather close to the college. He knows he shouldn't, but he's too curious where this big order is going.

Against all online safety advice, he messages the buyer. Turns out they DO live right near the school, in one of the cheap apartment complexes a block down. Hux offers to refund the person their shipping if they want to just pick it up in person.

The buyer sounds thrilled and offers to meet up at the coffee shop Hux often haunts. A nice, safe, public place. He's already got a good feeling about this. The next day he's there a few minutes before the meeting time, and he's antsy from both curiosity and excitement.

The person said they'd be 'hard to miss', but offered a description of a green sweater with G|END|ER across the chest. As expected, when the bell over the shop door rang and Hux looked up, he realized there was *no* way he'd miss that.

They're broad and tall, and clearly at home in their body and gender expression. Dark waves were pulled back in a half ponytail with a braid dangling by one ear, the G|END|ER sweater was offset by a white pleated skirt and a killer pair of Docs that made Hux's mouth water.

They caught sight of him, and immediately perked up with a smile Hux was pretty sure he'd melt from. "Hey! You weren't kidding about the ginger hair." "You weren't kidding about the sweater." "'Course not! Anyway, I'm Kylo, they/them." "Ah, Hux. He/him is fine."

"Nice. I'm really excited about that package by the way." It took Hux a moment to get his head out of the gutter, not helped in the least by how Kylo's legs looked in that skirt. "Right, here! I had some friends help out so we're 150% certain everything is in order."

As he handed Kylo the box, they grinned even wider and flicked out a key to cut open the tape. "Oh wow you even included really cute bags! That's perfect because some of these are gifts for some friends." When they got to one bag in particular, they muttered a small, "Yesss!"

It was one of the five or six pairs of worm earrings, and they immediately pulled them out to switch them with the studs they were wearing. "Do you know how long I've wanted a pair of these? Now I have not one but *many*." Hux felt a thrill in his chest to see them so happy.

"I'm glad you like them so much. I didn't think they'd sell very well, but my friend was really adamant that I at least try listing them." Kylo scoffed jokingly. "Are you kidding? Are you even queer if you DON'T have worm earrings?" "Fair point."

Hux fidgeted, wanting to extend their time together, and finally decided to shoot at least *a* shot. "Can I get you a coffee while we're here? As a thanks for such a big order." Kylo was happily flicking the long, fuzzy worms, and grinned at Hux's offer. "I'd like that, thanks."

Before he knew it, Hux had managed to spend five hours with Kylo, just talking and laughing, getting to know each other and bonding over shared experiences. It wasn't until the shop owner leaned over the bar to remind them of closing time that Hux realized it had been so long.

He didn't really want to leave, but started packing away his things. Kylo must have caught on to his hesitation, because they leaned over to get his attention, still pinning him with that grin. "So I know it's pretty quick to ask but... you think we could hang out a bit longer?"

A wave of relief washed over him and he smiled right back. "Are you thinking like the diner or something more private?" A hint of mischief glinted in Kylo's eyes, and Hux could already tell he was in for it. "Your place or mine?" He'd have to thank Phas later for her brilliance.

#sproutwrites #twitfic #twitterfic #twitter fic #kylux #kylo x hux #kylo/hux #queer #nonbinary kylo ren #kylo ren is a they/them

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its-aji-here · 1 year

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It's Always You

Chapter 10 : I Chose to Feel the Pain

Tay decided that a simple sandwich and some chamomile tea will suffice for now. Your stomach might not be able to keep the food down if he gives you anything else. Noë was sitting beside him as he boiled water and finished up the sandwich he was putting together. Amused by how Noë was patiently waiting for some scraps from the sandwich ingredients, he fed the huge white dog some leftover cucumbers and tomatoes. It happily munched on the crunchy ingredients.

Tay patted Noë’s head as he picked up the electric kettle that just got done boiling and poured its contents in the tea kettle. There already are some loose chamomile leaves inside the sifter making the color of the water instantly change as he pours water. Tay waited for a few more moments to let the tea infuse a little more before deciding to go back to his best friend. He placed everything he prepared atop the tray that doubled as a small table and brought it inside his best friend’s bedroom.

Tay found you still sitting on your bed, blankly staring at the floor. He placed the tray at the foot of the bed before approaching his best friend. Taking you by the arm, he carefully stood you up to unfold the bed. After taking your duvet out of the way, he sat you on the bed, making you lean on the head board. He gently smiled at you as he folded the duvet over your limp form. After ensuring you comfortably sat, he took the tray from the foot of the bed and placed it in front of you.

“You should eat love,” he gently told you as he poured tea on your teacup. “The chamomile tea will relax you. Drink some, okay?” he finished.

He picked up one of the well-constructed triangular sandwiches on the plate and put it on your hand. Wanting you to take a bite, he guided your hand with the sandwich to your mouth. You had no intention of eating. Yet, a few moments later, you started nibbling on the food in your hand mindlessly. The action put a sad but still satisfied smile on Tay’s face. It made him feel a little relieved. You're not completely out of it, or he would have to force you to keep your food down.

He sat beside you as you continued to take small bites of the sandwich. You're still staring at nothing, eyes blank and unseeing, and Tay cannot stand the sight. He did once find you in a worse condition, unwashed and severely traumatized. However, your eyes were not as soulless and empty as it was now. Even then, he can see you sorrow, pain, longing and pleas. Your eyes were pleading back then; pleading for attention, for empathy, for kindness, for understanding and for love. You were begging, pleading for someone to hear your cries for love and understanding.

“Babe…” Tay calls for you endearingly.

You continue to look blankly at your duvet, nibbling at your sandwich. The sight makes him want to cry, yet he refuses to. He needs to stay strong for you. You need him as your pillar.

“B-Babes… Lovey…” he tried again in a broken voice.

Tay softly took your jaw in both his hands and lifted your face so he could stare at your eyes. He gave you a small, sympathetic smile to tell you that he’s there, that he will be listening.

“Babes, you have to tell me what happened,” he begs you softly. You bit your bottom lip, hard. You were trying to stop yourself from shedding tears. “C-Can you tell me what happened?” he asked you again.

You hesitated, afraid that you will seem whiney, ungrateful and shallow. Tay continued to plead with you, a small smile of encouragement remained in his face. He wants—no, needs—to hear you so you can let it all out. He knows that you need to tell him or you will never be able to move on from it. You mouth opened and closed due to hesitation. You're afraid he will find you annoying and leave, that he will also abandon you.

Tay sees you hesitate, tears brimming at the sides of your eyes. He smiles at you encouragingly, feeling relieved that—although your eyes look so sad—you're slowly coming back to life. He smiles encouragingly at you, willing you to receive strength from him.

“Babes, I’m here. I’m listening,” he tried to flash you a big smile. “I’m not going to leave,” he assures you.

A tear slowly fell from one of your eyes. He wiped it with his finger, but more tears came crashing down as you also closed your eyes in surrender. Those words were all you needed to hear to know and be reassured that times have changed. You took a deep breath before opening your eyes and putting the sandwich down on the plate. You took Tay’s hands off your face but refuse to completely let go of them to draw strength.

“It still terrifies me,” you began in a whisper. “Everything about her still terrifies me,” Tay saw fear in your eyes as you looked him straight in the eyes. “She still makes me feel like that helpless 12-year-old who begs for her approval,” you continued as more tears fell from your eyes.

Tay pulled you close and hugged you tight. “She can’t touch you anymore, babes. Don’t be afraid anymore,” he hushes and comforts you.

“Don’t let her get me, okay?” you beg like a child.

“I won’t, babes. I promise you I won’t,” he tells you with conviction. Tay broke off the hug and looked at you. He wiped the tears off your face. “Tell me everything that happened, loves,” he asks you.

You nodded your head, taking Tay’s hand to be your anchor. It was what you desperately needed, strength and an anchor that would ground you. He squeezed your hands to provide you strength and assurance. After a few moments, you told him about how when you got to your meeting place, the first thing your mother told you were insults. You told him how hard your mother tried to degrade you, insult you. He listened as you told him how it took all of you to fight back, how you were shaking when you said all your grievances and how you proudly walked away.

The next things you narrated infuriated him. You told him how you tried calling Kim the moment you got into your car. No matter how many times the phone rang, no one answered. You told him how you tried again and again, yet no one still answers. Tay felt so mad that even after hours of silence, Kim still has not shown himself.

“Don’t blame him, Tay,” you smiled sadly at him. “He has his own life, and he is busy. Kim is an artist, babes. There must be some important meeting he needs to attend,” you smiled reassuringly at him. “I understand. His career is important,” you ended.

“Time and I each have our own careers, but we don’t fail to answer calls and be there if one needs the other,” Tay vehemently protests. He saw his best friend was about to protest and lifted his hand, palm up, to stop you before you started. A sigh involuntarily came out from between his lips. “Know what? It’s your relationship and I don’t want to meddle as much as I already have,” he conceded. “But, tell me when you get tired. Tell me when you already have enough. Time and I will be here for you, okay?” Tay assures.

He saw a reassured smile bloom in his best friend’s face and it brought him comfort. It assured him that he had successfully coerced you away from the precipice where you had been tittering. You nodded your head with a small, grateful smile which compelled him to pull you in an assuring embrace.

Macau kept pacing inside his room as Porchay watched from the side. Porchay was quietly sitting criss-crossed on the bed, fiddling with his fingers in apprehension and boredom. He can’t help but release sigh after sigh because of how ridiculous his best friend has been acting. Although it was totally unnecessary, it was still understandable. Hence, Porchay cannot help but feel grateful towards Macau. Still, he is being ridiculous.

“Cau…” Porchay called his best friend by his nickname.

The latter continues to pace, unhearing and unseeing in his anger. Porchay rolled his eyes since Macau is now starting to mumble unintelligibly as he continues to pace. Growing impatient and more irritable, Porchay got off the bed and stood in front of his pacing best friend. He took Macau by the shoulders to stop him from colliding with him.

“Macau, can you stand still for five minutes?” he half-shouted, irritated and frustrated. Macau glared at him, as if Kim is the one standing in front of him. Porchay released another sigh. “Enough, Cau. Enough already. Let’s just go back to studying,” he pleads.

“B-But he deserves to get beaten up! I really want to throttle that mothafucka into pieces! How dare h—“ Macau started to rant again before Chay covered his mouth with his hand.

“Shut up! It’s done. Just put it on the past. What is not done is out exams, and it’s not going to answer it’s own,” Porchay reiterates why he was in that house in the first place.

“Just he wait until exam week is finished,” he promised with so much anger and conviction.

Porchay pushes Macau off with the hand in his mouth. The force caused Macau to teeter backwards and falter. He rolled his eyes at Macau’s comment. “Whatever, Cau! Just pick up your books again and start reading,” Porchay said as he walked back to the bed and sat down after picking up his notebook and flipping through his notes.

Macau has no choice but to obey. He also needs to do well this exam period since he needs extra points to pull his GPA higher. Picking up one of his textbooks, Macau flopped back on the bed, an annoyed expression still plastered on his face. Porchay took a glance at him and shook his head. Although, he loves and appreciates his best friend, the man is being too overdramatic.

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tainbocuailnge · 9 months

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what the FUCK is this

#UNFORGIVABLE TWITTERFICATION

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tumblyprotectionsquad · 8 months

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#stop the twitterfication #changes on tumblr #tumblr update #goncharov #vanilla extract #spn

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bumblequinn · 8 months

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does anyone know if it's possible to set up tumblr sideblogs so they have their own dashboard that's following different blogs from your main, functionally similar to how twitter allows you to switch between accounts without having to log out and in again? or is it only good for having a separate URL with its own posts & followers

#just to be clear i am NOT in favor of the ongoing twitterfication of this site lol #it's just like the one feature it has that i actually *would* like #bird words

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tearlessrain · 8 months

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Making Tumblr Less Bad: A Short Guide

with the Twitterfication finally hitting the last survivors, I wanted to post something like this because I'm realizing a lot of people are either new and unaware that all these tumblr extensions exist, or aren't aware of some of the most current ones and still use New Xkit.

New Xkit isn't broken or anything, but its development is pretty much dead in the water for a bunch of reasons so it's likely to break in the future with all the changes being rolled out. Fortunately there are alternatives.

I use Firefox, so I know all of these extensions work for it, but I have no idea about other browsers. If you're still using a chromium browser for some reason godspeed.

Xkit Rewritten

this is an even newer offshoot of New Xkit created by one of the developers, it includes pretty much all of New Xkit's features but lives in your addons bar, has a streamlined UI, and as far as I know is still getting updates/support.

Palettes for Tumblr

a better alternative to Old Blue, one of the few features not brought over from New Xkit. If you're like me and have an aversion to highly saturated/high contrast web design, or you just liked tumblr better in 2016, this extension is your new best friend. It's got a good number of preset options including a couple older versions of tumblr, but you can also create your own.

Dashboard Unfucker

a Tampermonkey script that reverts tumblr's layout to its pre-Twitterfied state, allowing you to bask once again in the peaceful blue void of your dash. it also has a lot of other nice features like disabling that obnoxious "don't forget to add tags so people can find your Content uwu" popup that shows up when you post now, and receives regular updates.

I know there are alternatives to some of these, but these are the ones I use/can vouch for. Go forth and experience a less bad website.

#tumblr #twitterfication

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observethewalrus · 9 months

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Anyone else’s dashboard look exactly like twitter this morning?

Also I can’t tell if it’s just me or if the post space looks narrower? The lines on the side certainly don’t help. Even if it isn’t actually narrower it looks more cramped

#only on desktop it seems #for now at least #tumblr changes #@staff #twitterfication #guys it’s almost an exact copy wtf #being a copycat is not gonna make this site more money #at this point you just look desperate

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horrorshow · 7 months

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i hate when i get sucked into petty fandom discourse. lets kiss with tongue and make some gifsets girl

#the twitterfication of tumblr where its features are more and more set up purposefully to divide its userbase to make more money is a CURSE #we should all hold hands against the real enemy (capitalism) i’m so serious

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coffeeshib · 8 months

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this new desktop tumblr interface,, I'm gonna throw up

#doing something terrible to my brain #& the twitterfication of it?? 😩

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chynandri · 9 months

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<- guy who hasnt been on tumblr desktop for a while: what the fuck happened here???????????

#the twitterfication of tumblr?????????????????

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crownkillers · 15 days

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looks like dashboard unfucker finally conked out for me today. does anyone know another good script alternative like that?

#uwu save me from the tumblr twitterfication #gitta speaks

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its-aji-here · 1 year

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It’s Always You

Chapter 3: I Had Enough

Kinn gave off a sigh as he put down his phone after talking to Vegas. He kneaded his forehead before leaning his elbow atop the island counter. Porsche saw Kinn's shoulders slowly slump in relief, the tension slowly leaving his body. He patted Kinn's shoulders to provide him some comfort and to sympathize with him.

Porsche kneaded the remaining tensed muscles between his shoulders, easing the hardened muscles from the stress it was put through. He heard Kinn let out a chuckle before he felt him reach for one of his hands. Porsche loves hearing his laugh, with its low and full timber filling his being with tenderness. It gives him pride to get Kinn to release even the slightest chuckle in a situation like they were in. Also, hearing Kinn's laugh makes him feel all kinds of warm feelings and Porsche will never tire of it.

Kinn turned around in his seat, reaching out for his figure. Porsche noticed how his face looked lighter and more at ease. The reemergence of Kinn’s fluffy puppy-like radiance made him feel relieved. He doesn't like seeing his lover worried or stressed. It saddens him whenever he sees even a little frown marring his face.

Kinn pulled him close, seeking for more comfort from his lover. Porsche can still feel a little tension remain in his body, so he hugged Kinn back, trying to ease the remaining tension off his body. He pulled him even closer, to also provide the solace and relief Kim was seeking. Kinn relaxed into his hug and let his lover's warmth seep through his clothes and into his skin.

"What's taking them so long?!?" They heard Khun complain from Kim's couch a while later. The eldest brother is restlessly sitting, biting his finger and pumping his leg. Porsche shook his head as he watched the eldest Theerapanyakul offspring anxiously watching the door.

It has only been less than ten minutes since they heard from their cousin and his best friend. He doubts Vegas has picked up Pete and Kim yet. He had to exchange the motorcycle for a car so they could all sit comfortably. Kim’s condo is also in the middle of the city and getting there from the riverside can take a while.

"Vegas had to switch to a car, so he left Kim with Pete. Just be patient, Khun," Porsche muttered, his annoyance clear in his tone.

Khun ignored Porsche and continued to look at the door. Porsche cannot help but shake his head in disbelief. "Kinn, do you want something to drink?" he asked Kinn, instead.

Kinn shook his head, not wanting to let go of Porsche. The gesture made Porsche let out a chuckle, finding the big man adorable in his clinginess. Also, Kinn’s nose brushing the skin on Porsche’s chest left exposed by his unbuttoned shirt was also ticklish.

"But, I'm thirsty, babe," he chucklingly uttered. He felt Kinn tighten his hold on him. "Babe, let me go. I want to get a glass of water," Porsche laughingly tapped at Kinn's arm around his waist. "I'll be just a minute," he promised Kinn who pouted as he let go of Porsche.

Porsche laughingly left Kinn seated at the island bar as he made his way to the other side. He took out three glasses from the cupboard and proceeded to fill it with water. Porsche took the first glass of water and brought it to where Tankhun was sitting and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Just like he expected, Khun ignored him and the glass of water, continuing to stare intently and anxiously at the door.

He also is still worried about Kim, but now it's because Chay saw them talk through tweets. Porsche walked back to the kitchen and took the remaining two glasses back to where Kinn was sitting. He handed one to his lover and drank from the other one as he took his seat.

Porsche watched as Kinn took a small sip before setting it aside and picking up his phone. He just knows that Kinn will be bombarding Vegas and his best friend with texts. Nevertheless, he let Kinn be and just finished his glass of water. Instead, Porsche also took out his phone to text Macau and check on him and Porchay. He opened Macau's window and began typing out his messages.

After sending his last reply to Macau, Porsche pocketed his phone and stood up from his seat. He took his and Kinn’s glass to the sink and began washing it. He was drying his hand when he, Kinn and Khun heard the door to the condo unit open. He turned around to see Vegas exasperatedly trudging deeper into the unit with Kim and Pete right behind him.

Vegas stomped to the kitchen and took out a bottle of carbonated water from the refrigerator. Porsche watches as Pete looks worriedly at Vegas as he follows his lover to the kitchen. On the other hand, Khun fusses over Kim who is trying to avoid his advances at the living room. Kim dodged Khun and sat on one of the armchairs. Kinn was staring at his brothers, but you can see he's deep in his thoughts.

Although his love for his brothers radiates from him, there is something more than worry and care behind those eyes. He can see deep and intense affection that Porsche also feels for his sweet brother. Yet, no matter how well Porsche knows the man, he still cannot put a finger on just what exactly he is thinking. Porsche gave a sigh and walked to where Kim is being aggravated by Khun.

"Phi…" Kim looked up at Porsche just as he got close to him and Khun. He scrambled to right himself while not taking his gaze off his brother's lover and Chay's brother.

"Your brothers were worried for you," Porsche remarked as he took a seat across from Kim. “We were all worried for you. What happened, Kim?” he asked the younger man.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, you asshole!" Khun shouted as he shook Kim's arm. However, the latter's gaze never left Porsche. "Just where the hell did you hide yourself?" he cryingly uttered.

However, Kim ignored Khun, too busy watching Porsche. He thought that man would not care for him. The older man refused to acknowledge his presence ever since he hurt Chay. Yet, Kim cannot blame him. His brothers will do worse if it was him. Also, he got an earful from Kinn when everything got revealed. His older brother almost disowned him. He should have, because he cannot even forgive himself for what happened. Porsche stood up again to go to the kitchen. Khun continued to scold and shout at him while Kinn was only staring at them from where he was sitting. His face is emotionless, but his eyes are saying things Kim cannot decipher. Khun shaking his whole being took him back to reality.

"KIM! KIMHAN, ANSWER ME!" Khun shouted to get his attention. "JUST WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!? Why are you full of bruises? What the hell did you do?!" Khun fired at him as he fussed over every mark on his face.

"That was my fault,” Vegas interjected. “I punched that asshole," he coldly answered. His face looked furious and fed up. Pete stood behind him, fiddling with his fingers while biting his lip in anxiety.

"What the fuck Vegas!? Why did you punch him?" Khun is now angry at his cousin.

"Because he deserved it, that's why," Vegas uttered while squeezing the bottle in his hand hard.

"What do you mean he deserves it?" Khun was baffled.

"That asshole has been spewing nonsense when we found him," Vegas was exasperated. Pete walked close to his lover and started patting his back to try and reduce his anger. "He's been uttering that he deserves to die, that his life is now meaningless—like Chay would come back to such a pathetic asshole," Vegas gritted.

"But you did not have to beat him to a pulp, you bastard," Khun fumed.

"He's lucky I only got in a few punches before Pete stopped me. I would have killed that bastard, if not," Vegas retorted before throwing the bottle he was holding inside the trash bin.

Vegas started for the door still looking enraged and full of it. Pete immediately followed behind him. They were halfway through the living room when Vegas suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and faced Kim. "Put this on your thick head, asshole," he began slowly. Anger radiating in every word he utters. "It was your fucking fault Chay left! You hurt him beyond measure and you deserve to feel the same way he did. Oh, how you deserve to feel so much excruciating pain," Vegas remarked in a sinister sneer.

"And, doing this… worrying all of us to death because you decided to fucking disappear?" Vegas gestured to everyone in the room. "Exclaiming that you don't deserve to live? Just proves how right Porchay was for walking away from you. Because no one will be willing to stay with a motherfucker who cannot get his life together and become better," he spat at his cousin. “We’re all here for you, bro. I was ready to listen and help, and instead what?!! You fucking closed yourself off, drown in your misery and just shut us off? Well, guess what?! I have had enough of that bullshit!” you can hear Vegas’ pain through his voice.

"You are my cousin and I very much love your fucked up ass. But, this is beyond my patience and understanding. I cannot get myself to find even an ounce of desire to understand you," Vegas fumed in a softer but colder voice. "And Kim? You really don't deserve such an amazing person like Chay. This stunt just fucking proved it," he sneered at Kim before proceeding to walk out of the condominium unit, Pete hastily catching up with his every furious step.

–– T H E –– N E X T –– M O R N I N G ––

You did not have anything to do today, and did not feel like doing anything. Your head was still pounding from the amount of alcohol you consumed the previous night. You can only be grateful that you had half a mind the night before to close your black out curtains. You could have been suffering more due to the harsh sunlight that is sure to be streaming through the large windows of your unit.

Thinking about your fridge, you tried to remember what to make with its scarce contents. Then, you remembered how it contains nothing save for a few bottles of water and some grapes. You checked the time and found that you are just in time to eat brunch at one of your favorite cafes. Begrudgingly, you stood up from your bed to take a bath. You hope it will also somehow eliminate the pounding of your head. Rising up, the sight of your dog comfortably sprawled out at the other end of the bed made you giggle.

You trudged to the bathroom connected to your bedroom, sluggishly dragging your feet under you. Unlike your bedroom where curtains cover the large windows, the one inside your bathroom remains bare and very much open. It streamed so much sunlight that the pounding in your head intensified. Wanting to get the ordeal over with, you turned on the shower before stripping your clothes to enter the soothing stream.

It took you less than ten minutes to finish your shower. Even so, it managed to calm your raging headache and soothe the tension at the back of your neck. You hurriedly finish your other self-care rituals since your stomach is rumbling with hunger. Too lazy to think about what to wear, you just took out the first thing you got your hands on and thanked the heavens that it still managed to match.

Taking out a simple purse, you transferred everything you needed from the other purse, including your phone and car keys. After transferring your essential items, you bid your dog goodbye and proceeded to walk out of your room and, ultimately, your condo unit. You drove out of the basement of your building and into the street.

You decided to head to the nearest small artisan cafe called ARTiS, your favorite, for the morning. It's near a large supermarket, which will make going to shop for groceries later much easier. You can also save on some gas. It only took you 10mins to get where the cafe is. However, you had to park a little ways away since cars are already lined up in front of the shop.

You turned your engine off and made your merry way to the small coffee house. To get to the front door, you had to pass by the large window occupying the whole side of the shop. You was about to turn the corner when you noticed a man sitting at one of the window seats while fiddling with his phone. The unexpected sight of him made you smile along with your whole day. You decided to take your phone out and snap a photo before he looked up and found you lurking outside the large windows. Satisfied with the snap, you proceeded to the front of the coffee shop to get inside and have your caffeine fix, hoping the gods above will hear your prayers and let you cross paths and meet him again soon.

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