Tales of Dürüm the Supernatural Turk

Birthday Suit

Dürüm's POV:

The night of the party, I put on my tightest, sparkliest dress.



 As soon as I stepped into the living room, the music was blasting, people were dancing, and the whole place was packed. The party was in full swing, lights flashing, music blasting, and people spilling drinks on KittyHouse 111's previously squeaky-clean floor. I'd been planning this night for weeks—this was my night. I felt his eyes on me as I laughed a little too loudly with my friends in the corner, stealing glances to see if he'd take the bait. They looked devastatingly good, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in hand, like she didn't have a care in the world. But before I could make my way over, I noticed someone else had beaten me to it. A medium-height brunette with bright red lipstick and way too much confidence was standing way too close, laughing at something he'd said.....ugh fucking Julie. My stomach twisted.

He threw his head back, laughing at something she said. That laugh. The one she usually reserved for me. I couldn't believe it. Here I was, dressed to kill, and they were busy entertaining her.

I stormed out onto the balcony, trying to catch my breath, my heart hammering with a mix of anger and disappointment. How could he be so oblivious? Didn't she realise how I felt?

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was him.

"Hey, what's going on? You just ran off," he said, his voice soft.

I crossed my arms, refusing to look at him. "Go back to your fan club inside. You seem to be having a great time."

He sighed, moving closer. I could feel the warmth of his presence even though we weren't touching. "You really think I'm interested in her? I was just being polite."

"Polite? Looked like more than that to me," I mumbled, still not looking at him.

He was silent for a moment, and then she took a step closer, gently placing their hand on my shoulder (just had to include all pronouns). "Look, Dürüm... it's your birthday. Don't you get it? You're the only one I want to be with tonight."

I turned to face him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But she just looked at me, serious and unguarded, their face so close that I could feel his breath against my cheek. My heart skipped a beat. Then they delivered an amazing speech and the only thing that was left to say was....

"....Then prove it," I whispered, not even sure if I'd said it aloud.

In an instant, his lips were on mine, soft and tentative at first, then more intense, as if he'd been waiting for this moment as long as I had. Everything around us melted away. All the tension, all the longing—finally, it all made sense. I clung to him, letting the kiss deepen, feeling like I'd been holding my breath for weeks and finally exhaling.

Daddypoo's POV:

When I saw her storm out of the room, I knew I'd messed up. I'd been trying to distract myself, hoping that if I talked to someone else, maybe I wouldn't feel the magnetic pull toward her every second. But the truth was, no one else in that room mattered. She was the only one who ever mattered.

I followed her outside, the cold air biting as I stepped onto the balcony. She was standing with her arms crossed, her back turned, looking out over the kazerne lights. I took a deep breath and walked up behind her.

"Hey, what's going on?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but she didn't even look at me.

"Why don't you go back to that bitch?" she muttered, her voice barely hiding her frustration.

I was done pretending. I stepped closer, placing my hand on her shoulder. "Dürüm, you really think I want anyone else tonight? Because I don't. You're all I want. I just... I didn't know if you felt the same...you know me and social signals. But you're the most amazing girl in the world. You've not nearly been shown enough love and I plan on giving it all to you...tonight. Jokes aside you're smarter than what people give you credit for. Unbelievably strong-willed, even if others don't realise it. You live everyday battling yourself and going above and beyond despite mental pushbacks. Instead of caring for yourself you look after all the people you love, I know little people as selfless as you. Your ideas are out of this world, it may be the neurodivergence but regardless your brain is amazing in every way. I wish you would give yourself more credit and see how incredible you are without needing anyone's approval. Your parents may be shitty sometimes, friends even too, but I wanna tell you, I'll always be here for you. Now that it's your birthday I want to wish you all the strength, empowerment, happiness, love and patience you deserve. I love you so much that it hurts. Your pain hurts me more than it hurts you 😩. Baby believe me, I want you."

She finally looked up at me, her eyes fierce but vulnerable. "Then show me," she whispered.

I didn't need any more invitation. I leaned in and kissed her, feeling everything fall into place as our lips met. All the nights I'd spent trying to ignore how I felt, all the times I'd caught myself staring at her when I thought no one was watching—it all came pouring out in that moment. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and it felt like the rest of the world didn't exist.

Dürüm's POV:

We finally broke apart, breathless, their eyes locked on mine. I didn't know what to say, but he took my hand, leading me back inside, away from the noise and chaos of the party. We slipped into her room, closing the door behind us, and I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation.

He looked at me, his expression softened, no smirk this time. "Happy birthday, Dürüm."

The night unfolded slowly. Skin on skin, an exchange of unreadable thoughts and an intense zone out session later we were knocking teeth....again. Hot hands caressed my face and I felt like my soul and skin were on fire. Every touch lingering, every kiss sending shivers down my spine. She was gentle but intense, taking their time, as if he was savouring every moment. I'd never felt this close to anyone before, and for the first time, I didn't feel the need to put up a front or play it cool.

As we lay tangled together afterward, I couldn't help but feel like everything had changed.