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styleswithaseaview · 3 years

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hi! do you think you could do a cedric x fem ravenclaw reader fic with a best friends to lovers trope? like watching them grow up in hogwarts together with cute little moments in their friendship/relationship,, they can be in the same year and also prefects (or head boy & head girl if they're in their 7th year) ! a fic where cedric doesn't die pls 😫 LMAO thank you so much!

a/n: YES YES OF COURSE!! FIRST OF ALL i’m a ravenclaw too yuhhh get it bestie 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 also best friends to lovers is so f*cking good i cannot even !! also obviously! cedric will die in pretty much none of my fics because i cant handle death and will cry 😋

chocolate and raspberries

part two - Chocolate and Raspberries Pt 2 Part 3

Cedric Diggory x fem!Ravenclaw!reader

another a/n : my last fic was in third person, so i’m going to do that again but if you want me to rewrite it in an “i” or “you” format tell me!! for further asks you can include what you want it in :)

yet another a/n : this is my favorite fic i’ve EVER written i’m in love with it! i hope you like it as much as i do!!

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Y/N’s small figure sat curled up in a large, squishy armchair in the corner of the room. She snored softly as she slept.

“I’d say that was a successful party, huh, Ced?” Amos Diggory said, shaking his son’s shoulders. Cedric nodded in response. “After all, you only celebrate your last birthday before Hogwarts once, am I right? You excited?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, I reckon.” The small boy said. His father ruffled his brown curls and walked off to go talk to Y/N’s parents.

Cedric sat down in the chair next to Y/N. She stirred, rubbing her eyes as she woke up.

“Hi.” She said softly.

“Hello. Did you sleep alright?” Cedric asked, grabbing his slice of cake from a table nearby.

“Yeah, fine, thanks.” Y/N smiled.

“There’s cake,” Cedric said, gesturing to his plate.

“Ooh! Chocolate with raspberries?” She asked. Ced nodded.

“Your favorite!” He grinned, handing her a fork.

“You excited for Hogwarts?” Y/N asked as she ate a bite of cake.

“Everyone keeps asking that. Yeah, I am! As long as you’re there, we’ll be fine. I’m just worried about what house I’ll be in. I’m sure my dad wants me in Hufflepuff, and I’m hoping I’m there, too.” He said through bites of food.

“Yeah, I don’t think my parents really care. I’m not-” Y/N giggled, pointing to the edge of Cedric’s mouth. “You got a little, uh,” She said, laughing at the sizable smudge of chocolate frosting next to his mouth. He giggled, wiping it off quickly. They broke into fits of laughter once again when Y/N got butterbeer foam above her top lip. They laughed and laughed, unable to contain themselves even when they went to sleep in the bunk beds of the Diggory’s attic.

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“For head boy, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff.” Dumbledore’s voice rang out through the great hall. Cedric grinned, getting pats on the back from his Hufflepuff mates as he walked up to Dumbledore, who held a shiny yellow badge in his palm. Y/N caught his eye from across the room, grinning and giving him a thumbs up. Cedric’s brown curls bounced as he walked up to the Headmaster, who placed the badge in his hand for him to wear proudly.

“And for head girl,” Dumbledore paused, a smile tugging at his lips. “Y/N L/N.”

Cheers erupted from both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables; most Hufflepuffs saw Y/N and Cedric’s bond, and it wasn’t hard to tell that the two top students of seventh year would make excellent Head Boy and Girl.

Y/N smiled widely at Cedric, who stood near Dumbledore, and ran towards him, hugging him tightly. She inhaled his warm scent, and he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly.

“I knew it.” Cedric whispered as they broke away. Y/N bit her lip, giggling as she took the shiny blue badge from Dumbledore and attached it to her white blouse. She said a soft thank you to Dumbledore, and squeezed Cedric’s hand as she left to her table. Although she technically had to start by sitting at the Ravenclaw table, she usually snuck over to the Hufflepuff one and sat near Ced. None of the teachers ever called her out on it, so she rarely sat with Ravenclaw. There was a silent agreement that the pair never left each other’s side.

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Cedric sighed as he laid down in the silky sheets of the Hufflepuff dormitory. Being head boy, he had a room to himself, which was nice at most times except when he got lonely. He wished he was in the bunk beds with Y/N, talking the night away when he couldn’t fall asleep, because it was rare that she could sleep and he couldn’t. It was like all the nights spent at each other’s houses had synced up their sleep schedule; he guessed that Y/N was lying in bed staring at the ceiling like he was now. He debated going to the Ravenclaw dorms, but decided against it; if she was sleeping, there was no reason to bother her.

Y/N stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. She tried breathing methods and blinking, but her body just wouldn’t shut down. Perhaps it was the excitement, or the finality of it all. She just couldn’t bring her eyes to close. She pondered what had happened in the day. More so, she pondered Cedric. She was so glad that he was Head Boy opposite her, and she knew Amos was surely proud of him. But she worried for him; the standards his father put on him caused a strain on him, mentally, and she wished she could fix it. She wished he had a place to go where there would be no judgement or expectations for him, just unconditional love. That’s what he deserved. And all those girls chasing after him, they wouldn’t give him that. They just wanted the pretty face, not the qualities Y/N knew he had and deserved to be valued for.

Back in the Hufflepuff dorms, Cedric lie awake, his mind drifting and thinking about everything that’s gotten him to this point. He worked incredibly hard in school, and never did anything nefarious. Although his dad’s constant pressure assured that he work hard, it was stressful. He constantly felt the need to impress everyone. Well, not everyone. Although he worked to impress Y/N as well, and stay on her level as she was naturally academically inclined, it wasn’t out of need or pressure to be good enough. He just really valued her, and didn’t feel the same friendship bond with any of his other mates. He wanted to be around her all the time, and every waking moment that he wasn’t with her, he wished he was right there next to her. Every time he saw something beautiful, or learned something new, he imagined her face next to him, lighting up with a smile so big that her left eye dimpled and her whole face scrunched up. He didn’t deserve her, he thought. She was too good for anyone. Any time someone asked her on a date, he immediately knew that that person wasn’t good enough for her. He still supported her, but he knew that they couldn’t make her happy.

Only he knew how to do that. He repeated the phrase in his mind. At the same time, Y/N had a similar epiphany. She knew that those girls couldn’t make him happy because only she could. She sat up straight in bed, shaking her head. There was no way he felt the same. It was a best friend-type bond, and she wasn’t going to take her shot only to get friend-zoned. She couldn’t risk their friendship like that. So she went to sleep, just like Cedric did across the castle, dreaming of holding him in her arms and telling him that everything’s alright as long as she’s here.

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The next few weeks, the two didn’t say a word about their separate epiphanies to each other. They carried on as normal, but every time Cedric caught Y/N’s eye she felt as if there were pixies fluttering in her stomach. They studied in their spot in the library as normal, talking about their day and classes.

“I had herbology today! It was so bloody fun, I learned about Dittany and had to handle it all myself. It was incredible!” Y/N gushed, gesturing wildly with a grin on her face. Cedric laughed, a glint in his eye as he watched Y/N’s burst of excitement. She flicked her hair over her shoulder as she looked down at her homework, lips upturned in a small smile.

“Y/N?” Cedric said. She looked up, concern on her face.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, uh. Nothing,” He said, shaking his head.

“C’mon Ced, you can tell me,” She said, putting down her quill and facing so that she was square to Cedric.

“No, no, never mind.” He remarked.

“Alright.” Y/N said, returning to her studies.

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Sun beamed through the tall windows of the Ravenclaw Tower. Y/N’s eyes fluttered as she awoke, and she let out a groan, pulling the sheets over her head. Why were her curtains open?

“Never a morning person,” A voice said. Y/N shot up in her bed, foggy eyes searching for the source of the voice. A figure stood by the doorway. As her eyes came into focus, she saw who it was.

“Ced! Merlin, you scared the shit out of me.” She said, rubbing her eyes. She lifted the sheets off herself, walking to her wardrobe across the room. Cedric took in a breath. She was wearing her favorite silk pajamas, a matching cream-colored set with delicate lace lining the edges. There were a few buttons undone, and it was disheveled from sleep. He tore his eyes away, sitting on a chair on the other side of the room.

“I have a surprise for you.” He said, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh yeah? Let me get dressed, then I’m all yours.” Y/N said, pulling a skirt, blouse, and navy tie from her wardrobe. She went into her bathroom, flicking on the light and shutting the door.

Cedric got up, hurrying to the door of her dorm. He opened it slightly, being met with a small house elf which he found was named Winky.

“Is it all ready?” He whispered.

“Yes, mister Diggory. I has put it where you asked. Castle is not awake, sir,” Her squeaky voice said.

“Please, call me Cedric. Thank you, that’s how I need it. Okay, go on then. Thanks!” He whispered, shutting the door.

“Who was that?” Y/N asked as she walked out of the bathroom. Her top buttons were unbuttoned, and her tie was loose around the collar of her white blouse. Her plaid, navy skirt was accompanied by leather boots with toes worn from overuse. Cedric once again had to steady his breath.

“Oh, no one. Come on, let’s go!” He said, grabbing her hand and leading her out the door.

They tiptoed through the castle, finally stopping when they reached the exit which lead to the greenhouses. Y/N gasped.

“Ced, I don’t think we’re supposed to be here!” Y/N whispered.

“Shhh!” Cedric said, pulling her into the greenhouse.

The inside was adorned with fairy lights, which twinkled inside the ivy and trailed up to the hanging pots. Plants filled the room as usual, and the wood table which served as desks was placed in the middle of all the greenery.

Then she saw it. In the center of the table, a cake towered amid small leaves. It was dark chocolate, with raspberries and edible leaves decorating the top and sides. It was incredible.

“Ced-?” Y/N started, whipping around to see the absence of the brunette. She looked to the other side of the room. He stood next to the cake, a grin on his face. “I already had my birthday what is-?” she trailed off.

“Y/N. I have a confession to make.” Cedric said softly.

“Anything, what is it?”

“We’ve been friends for ages. I can’t imagine what I’d do without you, really. You are my safe space. There’s no pressure or expectations, no awkward moments, no hard times. It’s all just... easy with you. I feel more comforted and frankly loved when I’m with you than I’ve ever felt.” Cedric paused. “And all this time, I thought of you as this beacon of light. I thought we had this bond of friendship that I didn’t have with anyone else and...” He took in a slow breath. “I know now it’s because I’m in love with you. I have been since the third year. And I’m terribly sorry if this is out of line, but I had to take a shot.” He finished, running his hands through his hair nervously.

“Took you long enough,” Y/N remarked, earning a chuckle from Ced. “Cedric Diggory, I’m so in love with you that it aches. Every waking moment I want you to be happy. And if being with me does that, then my answer is yes, yes, a million times yes.” she said, smiling.

Cedric grinned like a little kid. He pulled Y/N into a hug, arms tight on her waist as she always loved.

“I love you.” He whispered into her hair.

“I love you more, you cheeky little bastard.” She said, glancing at the cake. “Okay, now this looks incredible and I’m starved. Can we eat some?” She asked. Cedric nodded, cutting into the cake. He served two slices, and they begun to eat.

“Oh Merlin, this is amazing!” Y/N said, savoring the chocolate in her mouth.

“It is, isn’t it,” Cedric said. He looked up, smiling. He held back a giggle.

“What?” Y/N asked as he started to laugh.

“Nothing you, uh... got a little...” He motioned to the smudge of chocolate near her lip. She blushed furiously. He grinned mischievously, leaning in as if to wipe if off with his finger. Instead, he placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her, swiping the chocolate off with his tongue. She quickly reciprocated, putting down her cake. Their mouths seemed to fit like puzzle pieces, and kissing seemed like something they were meant to do. Y/N smiled as she pulled away.

“I could get used to that,” She remarked, smirking.

“You’re going to have to.” Cedric said, leaning in for another kiss.

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory fic #chocolate and raspberries

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brookutoh · 5 years

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Scenario where kuroo likes the reader but thinks shes out of his league and everyone is telling him that he should go for it but he doesnt and at a Christmas party, they're slightly drunk and end up making out?

This is fantastic because I’ve been craving Kuroo lately, AND I managed to fail at finishing this for long enough that it’s now Kuroo’s birthday, so what better way to celebrate than with 3k words of drunken party shenanigans?

Thanks for the prompt, and enjoy!!

“Kuro, you’re smiling at your phone again.”

The sudden voice of his best friend - despite its usual quietness - caused Kuroo to jump about a foot in the air. Embarrassment at being exposed so openly quickly turned to annoyance at Kenma’s words.

He huffed. “What, am I not allowed to smile at my phone now?”

Kenma granted him a look over the top of his PSP, one that Kuroo could swear he’d seen in a nightmare before. It was the phrase ‘don’t fuck with me’ in its rawest form.

“It’s what you’re smiling at that’s the problem,” Kenma muttered.

Kuroo frowned down at his phone. He was once again texting you, and you were once again causing him to grin like an idiot at your messages. He couldn’t help it; you were just so cute! Kuroo would be the first to admit that he loved talking to you, whether that be via text or face-to-face, he just loved hearing your thoughts and opinions, and when you told him a story - even if it was as simple as how your day went - he would listen with rapt attention as you spoke.

This was where the problem lay: sure, you were a fantastic friend, and Kuroo was thankful every single day that you’d been introduced all those months ago. It just sucked that he wished that you could be more than friends.

Apparently, this thought was written all over his face because he heard Kenma sigh from his spot on Kuroo’s bed. “Just ask her out.”

“Sure, if it were that simple I wo-”

“It is that simple.”

But it wasn’t. At least, not to Kuroo. It was a difficult situation, both because he knew he would be rejected straightaway and because the amazing friendship the two of you shared would be ruined as soon as you found out about his feelings. More than anything, he was terrified of your imminent disgust that someone like him felt that way about you. And that was something he just wouldn’t be able to handle.

Another sigh from Kenma. “She’s not going to reject you.”

Kuroo fixed him with a look. “Not even you’re that observant.”

Saying nothing more, Kenma simply rolled his eyes and went back to his game, ending the conversation then and there. Kuroo finished typing out a text to you, and then your next message caused him to pause.

[13:03] Her : oh yeah!!! are you going to the haiba xmas party??

Kuroo blinked at the screen twice, before looking up to his preoccupied best friend. “Lev’s having a Christmas party?”

“Yeah, this day next week. Thought I told you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Oh.”

Not paying any attention to Kenma’s disinterested tone, Kuroo asked, “Are you going?”

Stupid question, as shown by the sudden grimace on Kenma’s face. Still, he didn’t answer immediately, and Kuroo felt a snippet of pride when the blond answered, “Maybe.”

Probably Lev had pestered him enough about it that Kenma had given in somewhat. If he did end up going at all, it would either be for only a few minutes or he would spend the night in some unoccupied room playing video games.

But if you were inquiring about the party, then did that mean you were going? Kuroo hadn’t been to many of Lev’s parties, but ever since the boy had turned 18 a few years ago his parents had started going on vacation more often and leaving the family’s enormous house (Kuroo would call it a mansion, really) into the hands of Lev and his sister. With little-to-no persuasion from the older Haiba sibling to the younger, they’d started throwing massive parties wherever possible. They were somewhat notorious by now; the last one Kuroo had gone to - before he’d met you - was still a very large black hole in his memory, and the tiny fragments he could actually remember involved dancing on a table, seeing Bokuto naked, and walking in on at least twelve couples in compromising positions throughout the house.

Needless to say, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about you being involved in all this. Typing out a quick question to ask if you were going - to which you responded with an enthusiastic ‘yes!!!!’ - the decision was made for him.

[13:17] Kuroo: Yeah, I’m definitely going :)

***

You stared at yourself in the mirror. “Isn’t this dress a little… revealing?”

Behind you, Alisa was also staring at your reflection, arms crossed and a smile on her face. “That’s the point! We have to give Kuroo-kun a treat, don’t we?”

Not for the first time tonight, you blushed at the mention of Kuroo. Since she’d discovered your embarrassing crush on one of your closest friends, the gorgeous half-Russian had taken it upon herself to help you ‘break out of your shell’ (her words) and snag him. While you hadn’t exactly taken much of her advice up until this point, the encroaching couple’s holiday of Christmas was making your desire to be more than platonic with Kuroo reach new levels.

Thus, why you were now looking at yourself in Alisa’s full-length mirror while dressed in a very short, very low-cut, and very sexy red dress. Festive though it may be, it was certainly not something you would’ve picked out for yourself to wear, but Alisa had bought it specifically with you in mind, having presented it to you as a Christmas present as soon as you’d stepped foot in the Haiba residence one hour ago.

You had to give her credit though, your self-proclaimed surrogate older sister had taste. And possibly had also taken your measurements without your knowledge, because this was the most well-fitting piece of clothing you’d ever worn in your life. And, okay, the thought of Kuroo seeing you like this almost definitely had you eager for tonight.

“Okay,” you nodded, turning around to face Alisa properly. “I’ll wear it.”

“Great!” She squealed. “Now just let me do your hair and makeup, and there’s no way you’ll leave the party single.”

You rolled your eyes as she got to work, but ultimately you were grateful for all her help. Now all you had to do was talk to Kuroo. That would be easy, right? He was your friend, you talked to him all the time. There wouldn’t be any problems.

***

Kenma walked into the room you were hiding in. He granted you a single glance before wandering over to sit beside you on the bed and pulling a Nintendo Switch from his apparently quite deep jacket pocket. “We could play MarioKart.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. I just… need to talk myself into leaving.”

“No pressure.”

Kenma was a good friend, you’d always thought. Quiet, wickedly clever, and ridiculously observant. So observant, in fact, that he’d discovered your feelings for his best friend before you’d even realised them yourself.

Which is why your next question was, “Is he here?”

A nod. “We came together.” A pause. “He’s looking for you.”

“…Maybe if I hide up here, then-”

“Lev told him you were here. Also, he would come look for me if he couldn’t find you.”

Dangit. Looks like you’d have to face him after all. In this dress. Which, okay, did look fantastic on you and was building confidence where previously you’d had none, but this was Kuroo.

“He likes red,” Kenma hummed, almost inaudible.

The dress was red. The shoes were red. The jewellery you’d borrowed from Alisa all had inlaid rubies. The pins holding your hair in place were red. Your lipstick was blood red.

You shot an accusatory glance towards the boy beside you, who shrugged. “Alisa asked. I answered.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. Your friends were simultaneously wonderful and terrible. You caught a small smile on Kenma’s face at your amusement, and only then did you gesture to yourself and ask, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

Kenma gave you a look. “You could wear a trashbag and he’d still want to drag you upstairs.”

Oh. Well. Now your cheeks were red to match the rest of you. Still, you nodded. “I should probably go then, shouldn’t I?”

“Please.”

You stuck your tongue out at him for that but ultimately found yourself leaving the room and standing in one of the many long corridors throughout the house. The floor beneath you was practically pounding with the loud beat of the music pulsating through the building, and you could already hear drunken cheers and what sounded a lot like an owl hooting. Or maybe that was just Bokuto, you weren’t sure.

Not for the first time, you found yourself considering how lucky you were that you actually knew your way around this place, easily finding your way into the secret passage linking this hall to the floor below. Dusty and dark though it may be, it had you emerging into the very crowded kitchen a minute later. A quick glance over the partygoers showed no tall bedheads, but it did show a very exhausted-looking Akaashi.

“I don’t know where he is,” was his greeting to you. “Would you like a drink?”

Well, this was a party. You may as well indulge in some aspects of it in between searching for a certain middle blocker. You nodded and were immediately handed a cup of something bright pink and somewhat ominous.

“It tastes like strawberries,” Akaashi supplied, before knocking back his own cup.

You supposed it could taste like a lot worse, so you mirrored his actions. It did taste like strawberries, but once it had slipped down your throat you were left feeling like you had downed straight vodka. Which, considering you were in the home of two half-Russians, was probably the case. Deciding you needed all the help you could get tonight, you finished off the rest of the drink. Without a word, Akaashi took your now-empty cup and refilled it.

You stayed there for a little while longer, taking note of everybody who entered the room, but failing to find exactly who you were looking for. You kept drinking, and Akaashi kept refilling your cup, until the two of you were flushed and giggling about something Kuroo had said or Bokuto had done.

“Oookay,” you laughed as you calmed your breathing down. “I need to stop drinking.”

Akaashi nodded. “Me too, I think. This stuff is bad.”

“Very,” you agreed, before remembering what your goal for tonight was. “Ugh, I need to go find Kuroo now. How is it so easy to lose him? He’s so tall!”

Akaashi thought for a second. “Mmmaybe he’s with Bokuto?”

That made sense. “But where’s Bokuto?”

From elsewhere in the house, the unmistakable sound of hooting could be heard. Akaashi looked at you with pride. “Found him.”

Grasping onto each other for support since walking in a straight line was difficult, the two of you made your way to the other side of the house. The games room was about as full as the kitchen had been, but almost everyone in here was crowded around the large pool table in the centre, as it was currently being used as a makeshift table by both Bokuto and Iwaizumi to arm-wrestle, although they were currently locked in a stalemate.

Bokuto glanced towards you and Akaashi, face lighting up in a grin at seeing the latter. Before he could call out a greeting, however, his focus was drawn back to his hand as Iwaizumi made an attempt at pushing for the win.

You took this opportunity to glance around the room, feeling yourself deflate ever so slightly when zero bedheads could be found. You were positive he’d be with his best bro, this was just getting ridiculous now.

As you watched Akaashi leave you to go and cheer Bokuto on, you wondered if maybe every part of this was just a sign that things weren’t meant to be. Well, that thought certainly depressed you. Maybe it was best to retreat for now, your head was pretty fuzzy after all.

It took you far longer than usual to climb up the nearest staircase, but you felt an immense amount of pride at yourself for actually making it to the top. Now your next course of action was to find a new hiding place, this time one without any other occupants.

You did feel a semblance of guilt deep inside as you pressed an ear to each bedroom door, like you were ruining everyone’s privacy, but it was far better than actually walking in and seeing something that would give you the urge to gouge out your own eyes.

Finally, you found a quiet door, bursting in none-too-subtly to find that it was not as empty as you’d first assumed.

Kuroo looked over to the door with a jolt from his seat on the bed, before his eyes widened exponentially at seeing you. And then they looked down the length of your body, and then back up to your face. And then, despite the drunken flush on his cheeks and slight glassiness of his eyes, he smirked that ungodly smirk and winked.

“Red looks great on you.”

Well, fuck him. How dare he be that attractive despite being a little blurry around the edges? How dare he beckon you over with an unsteady hand, and how dare you stumble over in record time?

How dare he, you continued to think as you straddled his waist and eagerly planted your mouth onto his own. His hands came up to rest on your hips as he kissed back with the same amount of enthusiasm, and soon you were cursing him once again, this time for almost definitely having smudged your lipstick.

When his tongue made its way into your mouth you tasted strawberries. Your hands making their way up to nestle in his unruly hair, you pulled his head back just enough to disconnect your lips.

“I was looking for you for ages,” you whined breathlessly.

“So was I,” he replied with an overdramatic pout. “Where were you?”

“I was…” Oh yeah. “Hiding in a bedroom. Then Kenma came in.”

“Why were you hiding?”

You looked away. “You.”

“Me?”

“You,” you nodded.

His brow furrowed. “I was hiding from you too.”

Oh. “You were?”

“Yeah. I drank a lot of the pink stuff and then wanted to kiss you real bad.”

You gasped, eyes snapping back to his. “Me too! Maybe it was a love potion.”

“Maybe,” he grinned. “It worked.”

You blinked for a second, before the realisation of where you were and what you’d just done hit you as quickly as your blurry mind would allow. “Hey, it did!”

He laughed. “Maybe we should kiss some more, in case it wears off.”

“Okay!”

And then you dizzily met him again.

“WAKE UP SLEEPYHEADS!”

Oh no. That was way too loud. That was illegally loud. There would be noise complaints. The police would be called. You would all be arrested. What would prison do to you? Would you be the same person afterwards? Would you be able to find yourself a nice prison wife? Would-

“Please let us live,” came a hoarse voice from beside you.

Wait. Beside you? Who was beside you?

You slowly cracked one eye open, every part of your nervous system complaining about the sunlight filtering into the bedroom through the window. It took a few blinks to rid yourself of all residual blurriness, but once that task had been completed your focus zeroed in on the body next to you in bed.

In… bed.

You were in bed, and this person was next to you.

And then said person rolled over to face you and all blood drained from your face.

“Mornin’,” Kuroo whisper-greeted you, a very sleepy - and very attractive - smile on his face.

Suddenly you were very conscious that he was shirtless. And with the hand hidden beneath the duvet, you quickly had an exploratory roam across your body to find that you were wearing your underwear, and nothing else.

“M-Morning,” you replied with all the confidence you could muster. Which was none.

Alisa, still standing at the door after having woken you both up as if she were Satan’s daughter herself, watched your exchange with nothing short of glee.

“Glad to see you two had a good night,” she grinned, pointedly looking down at a heap of red fabric on the floor. With a blush, you realised it was your dress.

Next to you, Kuroo rolled his eyes. “Nothing happened, Alisa.”

She shrugged. “Don’t hate me for assuming. Come downstairs when you’re ready, there’s coffee and bacon in the kitchen.”

She closed the door behind her as she left, and your stomach growled at the mention of food. But before that, you turned to meet Kuroo’s gaze. “Did nothing really happen?”

“Well, we made out for a while and then fell asleep. But other than that, no.”

You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.”

When he spoke next, his voice was quiet. “Do you hate the idea of it that much?”

The sudden heartbroken look on his face had you flailing. “N-No! I don’t at all, I’d just prefer if something like that didn’t happen when I was very drunk.”

“So you’d be okay with it if you weren’t drunk?” He asked, a smirk now replacing any sadness that had been on his face.

“Or hungover,” you added, in case he had any ideas about how to spend the morning. “But yes, I’d be fine with it. I kissed you, remember?”

He grinned. “You did. You could do it again if you wanted.”

You really did want to, but a memory from the night before had surfaced. “Did you mean what you said last night?”

“About liking you?” You nodded. “Yeah. I thought you were way out of my league though.”

Your mouth dropped open. “How?! I thought you were out of my league.”

He laughed a little, stopping when it apparently hurt his head. “We’re not very smart.”

“No,” you agreed. “But now we know.”

He stared at you for a long moment, before smiling. “If you were gonna kiss me again, now would be a great time to do it.”

You rolled your eyes but conceded.

Breakfast could wait.

#happy birthday kuroo you sexy asshole #also i find it hilarious when i attempt to write drunk characters #because i've been drunk one time in my entire life and it was 2 years ago #but i know i'm a cuddly drunk at least #but i only cuddled girls #so i'm a cuddly drunk with Taste #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu scenarios #requests #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #my writing

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