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[itsalltoobeautiful]

“—Dylan!!”

It was New Year’s Eve, and everyone who knows Whitney well knew that meant it was prime champagne time for the writer. She loved a good glass of the bubbly, or five…. but thankfully her lips had only touched one so far, working on the second eagerly. Hopefully she wouldn’t end up spilling any on the little black and gold number she decided to wear for the occasion the longer the night went on…

Big brown eyes grew wide at the sight of the head of curls- and after squinting a bit, she realized that Dylan was here after all- a comfortable, familiar face in the crowd. Happily, Whitney made her way over to the much taller musician with her classic warm grin and a wave.

“Happy New Year’s Eve! Have you tried this champagne yet?… Jesus it’s good!”

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[munsxnisms]

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— "Oh, it definitely counts," Kai grinned, holding his hand out to show off the matching plastic ring just above the real wedding ring. "It's good to know that even when you're drunk, you still want to marry me. Though I don't know how it's going to work with the whole 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' mindset."

[itsalltoobeautiful]

@sacredkncwledge — Dylan

When Whitney was invited to attend the newly-anticipated benefit gathering to mingle with others in the music industry, she couldn’t have prepared herself for the sheer variety of people. High-ups, artists both local to New York and even the UK… she’d have to admit, it was still all a bit overwhelming- but as soon as a complementary glass of champagne was being handed over, along with a mini quiche, it was enough to calm any nerves… for the time being.

There were a few fellow journalists who she’d met once or twice who came up to chat, ask how her latest piece has been going, etc. and of course the writer was quite pleasant back, after all she did come alone and had no one to fall back on but herself.

It wasn’t long before the first act of the night started up; those honey-brown eyes were set alight as they fought to recognize the person behind the microphone…. wait a minute….

After only a couple of songs, the set was over in a blink- and Whitney made her way over to the man as he finished up packing his belongings; she hoped she wasn’t making a fool of herself but hey, maybe the champagne was giving her a little boost.

“Hey, those were some great songs-! Dylan, right?” Whitney greeted him with her classic warm grin, eyes shining as she held out a hand for acquaintance, full of earth-stone rings and chilled from the glass. “I’m Whitney, I’ve heard a lot about you from Jessica!”

[bcbylxn]

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“hey.” kyle says, stepping inside and awkwardly setting friday’s things down by the couch. “look, i know you don’t really want to talk but i had to take an uber the way here and i brought your things and i.. we’re not going to reschedule or raincheck or whatever, okay? i.. it’s happening, and it’s happening now.” he tries to be firm, to put his foot down. “can we do that?”

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it’s nearly noon by the time kyle gets home, knows it’s late and they’re both home.  he’s still in his clothes from the night before, yawning as he unlocks the door. he also knows he’s in for it, will never hear the end of it from them. “stop,stop, i know. i know. i- fuck, i know.” he runs a hand through his messy curls, hopes his sweatshirt hood is hiding the hickey on his neck, though he knows they’ve caught him either way. he kicks his shoes off and locks the door behind himself. he should’ve known better, he’s never had the backbone to leave friday before now, how would he be able to do it now? he’s a sucker for a pretty smile and second chances.  only this is about the fifteenth.