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briswriting · 4 years

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afterparty for two

pairing: kenma x reader genre: fluff

a/n: this is for @letmeshouyou my qee babie because it’s may 26th rn for her which means its her birthday yayay hehe everyone go wish her a happy birthday rn or else!!! ily qee bb i hope you have a wonderful birthday because you’re such a wonderful person and you deserve it mwah birthday kith for you i wanted to post this at exactly midnight for qee but the power didn't come back on before i went to sleep so i couldn't queue it ALSO i wrote this as i jammed out to my childhood throwbacks playlist hence the references im sorry but not really

“Now the two of you finally have some alone time, have fun, be safe, use protection!”

Rolling your eyes at Kuroo’s words, you push him past the doorway, saying your goodbyes to the last of the party guests, making sure they get to their cars safely, before shutting your front door. Walking back into the living room, you spot your boyfriend throwing the trash left on the coffee table into a garbage bag, the speaker still playing the playlist of music you had set up as background noise for the party.

Walking up behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist and burry your face into the crook of his neck, smelling what was left of his cologne after a full day of wearing it.

Dropping the garbage bag to the floor, Kenma turns around and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. “You tired?”

“Mmmm socializing is a lot of work, especially when you’re the one in the spotlight,” you mumble, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck, fingers fiddling with the strands of hair at the back of his head.

“You can head to bed. I can finish cleaning up by myself if you’re too tired,” he whispers before placing a kiss to the top of your head, his own hands fiddling with the ends of your hair as the two of you stand in the middle of the living room.

With a quick look around the room from where you were standing, you know it would take Kenma a while to clean up the aftermath of your birthday party. There were still bottles and cans, some empty and some needing to be emptied down the drain, littered around surfaces of the room, the cushions and throw pillows of the couch needed to be placed back to their usual positions, the leftover food and cake on the counter of the kitchen had to be put away before it spoiled over night, and there were definitely sticky spots on the surfaces of the tables that needed to be wiped up from spilled drinks.

“No it’s okay I want to help you clean up first.” You smile at him, then lean in to place a quick peck on his lips. “Besides, I don’t like falling asleep without you next to me.”

“Are you sure? You look tired and it’s your birthday, you don’t have to do any of the cleaning up.”

“I’m sure Kenma.” Removing yourself from his arms, you walk over to your phone and switch the playlist blaring from the speakers. “And I’m sure the songs on this playlist will help keep me awake while we clean up.”

“Oh no, please don’t tell me it’s the-”

Before he can finish his sentence, the lyrics of I’ll Make a Man Out of You from Mulan are blasting from the speakers as you turn up the volume and scream the lyrics as you start cleaning up the kitchen countertops, trying to keep yourself awake by singing the songs from your throwbacks playlist.

The two of you seem to clean up at a faster pace as you sing the lyrics and dance to various Disney songs, Big Time Rush songs, and One Directions songs while Kenma watches you with an amused grin on his face.

As your home starts to look much cleaner than before, you notice Kenma sitting down on the couch, exhausted from the day's events and having to clean up afterwards. As the last notes of Boyfriend by Big Time Rush come to an end on the speaker and you hear the beginning notes of Can I Have This Dance from High School Musical.

Grinning to yourself, you quickly walk up to Kenma and start singing the lyrics to him as you tug on his hand to urge him to get up and dance with you. Once he does, you quickly entwine your right hand with his left hand then guide his right arm to your waist before you place your left hand on his shoulder.

While the song plays, the two of you are swaying to the beat of the song, goofy smiles on both of your faces as you quietly sing the lyrics to each other. As the song comes to an end, Kenma leans in and places a kiss on your lips before whispering another happy birthday to you for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.

In the arms of the person you love, you wouldn’t have wanted your birthday to end any other way as you glace at the clock and notice the hands of the clock reaching the twelve indicating the end of your special day, but definitely not the end of the love you have in your heart for Kenma Kozume.

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siempre-bucky · 6 years

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Basically a Hallmark Movie Chap.2

Royal!Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: When the photographer reader is made to go to the country of Romania to see and photograph the coronation of the future king, Prince Sebastian, she must overcome her Grinch-like attitude. All before Christmas!

Chapter Summary: Prince Sebastian deals with the loss of his mother the Queen and the arrival of his controlling Godmother, Anastasia. Another arrival (the reader) sparks something foreign in the soon to be king!

Word Count: 1k (OMG IM SO SORRY)

A/N: I hope you guys like it!

PART 1

TAG LIST AT THE BOTTOM (send an ask to be put on!! :] )

In the city of Bucharest, the city was solemn as their beloved Queen Georgeta passed just a week before Christmas. Black flags waved in the cold air, replacing the merry Christmas colored ones. The country loved the holiday season but not as much as Prince Sebastian did. He counted the days until the royal family lit the tree in the city square, the holiday cheer brought them so much happiness.

Unlike every other year, this one would not have the have brightness. The prince, sat in the car coming from the funeral, watching the citizens dressed in black sadly wave at him. “Your Highness?” the woman next to him asked.

“Sorry, Scarlett… I was just thinking,” Sebastian told his assistant.

“I understand,” she gave him a sympathetic smile “We just need to set up your photos for the official currency.”

“Uhh…yeah. Whenever.” It was clear that he wasn’t all there, he played with the hem of his coat as he continued to half listen to Scarlett’s to do list.

Later they arrived at the winter palace, just an hour from the main city. This castle was beloved by Sebastian’s family and was known for always having decorations up. When the prince arrived at the front gates, he was surprised to see that the decorations around the large pillars were no longer there.

“What the hell?” he breathed.

“What’s wrong?” Scarlett asked, surprised by Sebastian’s outburst.

“The decorations!” The driver opened his door, and he hurriedly walked up to the front door, ignoring the bows of the servants.

“Scarlett!” he yelled, “Where are they?” He wasn’t known for getting angry, but never ever mess with Christmas.

“I-I don’t know, I didn’t do this.”

The men in the red coats opened the large wooden doors, allowing the pair to rush in. His rage started to boil as he saw no nicely lit tree in the center, no ribbons of gold or silver adorn the cream-colored walls. “What the fuck?” he groaned.

“Paul,” he said, getting the attention of the nearest butler.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Who is responsible for this?” he questioned, the red appearing in his cheeks.

Paul could see the anger in the normally well-tempered prince “A lady was here before you got here, she said to take everything out.”

“Scarlett, I want all the decorations and tree’s back…now.”

“On it,” she said, quickly pulling out her cell phone.

“Sir, you are requested in the blue room?” a butler rang out.

Sebastian nodded in his direction and made his way up the red-carpeted stairs. Once arriving the guard opened the door revealing a tall woman with long blonde hair, her back was turned to the man as she examined the desk.

“Can I help you?” he asked with a stern voice.

The woman chuckled and turned around “Seba, is that any way to talk to your Godmother?” she scolded. Sebastian let out a sigh of relief and his frown was replaced with a smile.

“Anastasia, I’m glad you came,” he said, hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for the funeral, it was far too hard.”

He nodded in understanding, letting go of the woman dressed in black.

“There are some things I wish to tell you, Seba.”

Sebastian moved to behind the desk and motioned for her to have a seat on the gold chair. He hesitated as he looked at the chair, the many great leaders of the country have sat there before him, taking a deep breath, he finally sat down, taking his turn.

“In your mothers will I was told to look after you before the coronation,” she started, crossing her ankles.

“My mother sent you to be my babysitter?” he questioned, rubbing his well-grown in beard. Anastasia rolled her eyes at his defensive manner.

“If that’s what you want to call it.”

“Before you start making demands Anya, I want the decorations back in the palace… all of them,” he stated, making his emphasis in ‘all of them.’

“I thought we should remove them to show respect to your mother,” she defended.

“This is my home. Plus, she would’ve wanted us to keep them. You know how much she loved Christmas.

Anastasia knew she was defeated, she shifted in her seat “Fine,” she gritted through her teeth. Her face scrunched with the uncomforting feeling of her not getting her way.

“Now, go on.” Sebastian folded his hands and placed them on the table.

“Right,” she breathed “The traditional Christmas Eve Ball will still take place, by the request of Lord Downy. Followed by your coronation on Christmas Day.”

“I don’t see any problem with that, my mother and my grandfather did the same,” he justified.

Before Anastasia could say anything else, a butler with a worried face barged into the room, bowing quickly to the royal “Pardon me, Your Royal Highness. There is a Mr. Evans here that won’t wait at the door,” he said, clearly out of breath. Sebastian’s face instantly lit up, the butler was pushed out of the way by his best friend from America.

“Chris!” he greeted, standing up and embracing his friend.

“Seb, I’m sorry about your Ma,” the bearded man consoled.

“It’s alright man, thank you for being here.”

Anastasia had enough of the men’s friendliness, she coughed to get their attention. Sebastian rolled his eyes and looked at her “Yes?”

“The last thing I wanted you to be aware of is that I have invited a small handful of press to stay in the palace before the coronation.” Sebastian’s eyes went wide.

“No press!” he yelled.

“It’s too late. They will all stay in the East Wing of the palace, they will not be seen by you. They will be merely taking pictures of the palace,” she explained, trying to calm him.

Sebastian looked out the window and saw shiny black cars arrive at the entrance. The photographers started to get out of the car. Thank God so far, he only counted 5, he could handle 5. Then in the last car he the most beautiful woman he ever layed his eyes on, she wore a white cap and a light blue pea coat. The man couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Well look at her,” Chris whistled, nudging his friend. “You might want to talk to her before I do.” Seb laughed and nudged him back.

“No, she’s just press,” he shook his head and walked away from the window.

“Prepare rooms for Anastasia and Chris near mine,” he instructed the butler.

“Right away Sir,” the three left the room, leaving the prince alone. He walked back to the window for just one more glace at the woman. He looked down and saw her smile at the guard, making the prince smile at hers. He needed to meet her.

Taglist: some of your names didn’t work, I’m so sorry

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