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kimbapisnotsushi · 10 months

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here have a medley of miscellaneous timeskip pro team headcanons bc WOW i haven't posted in a while and this is my only stress outlet other than binging new series <3333

starting off strong with ejp raijin LET'S GOOOOOO

washio 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼suna 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼komori: being EXHAUSTED from carrying the pro team world on their backs

no no i'm kidding. mostly

they keep a tally of other pro team matches in which their former teammates go up against each other and are REALLY smug if their respective teammate wins. which means you get shit like this

komori, cheerfully: "so how about that hornets v falcons game last night, huh?" suna: "oh shut UP tell iizuna tsukasa that aran-san could kick his ass any day of the week you little SHIT - "

they ARE united on the jackals front tho. all three of them want the adlers to go down HARD.

is suna nursing a grudge against ushijima from high school? yeah. is he ever going to get over it? probably not.

only komori feels bad bc he is fond of kageyama, but, hey, family's family

they ask washio why he hates the adlers and he looks them dead in the eyes and goes "hoshiumi kourai . . . he is a man that requires constant vigilance"

actually wait i know we all saw everyone watching and talking about the game (which makes me wanna cry SO bad) but god. how fucking funny would it be if players from monster gen convinced everyone else on their very professional and very mature teams to take sides

ejp raijin captain, who's been friends with hirugami fukurou for like ten years: "okay so explain to me again why we need to blow our entire team budget on jackals merch when we're not even going to the goddamn game?" komori: "well, it started on a cloudy but beautifully crisp spring day in 2012 - "

SPEAKING OF TACHIBANA RED FALCONS

hakuba joins the team, sees aran, and IMMEDIATELY starts texting the old kamomedai group chat

altho tbh i don't think there's no way that the "who-from-where-made-WHAT-pro-team" news never breaches the high school circuit. like come ON you know everyone's keeping up with the third year stars when they graduate

by the time the first years are third years they've got everyone pinned down on a fucking MAP. they have a shared file where they update each other on EVERYTHING. it's way less creepy than it sounds they're just a really passionate bunch okay!!!!

well that AND they can't help but brag about their amazing upperclassmen

okay sorry back to it. so it really goes more like

hakuba: "HOLY SHIT OJIRO ARAN FROM INARIZAKI IS HERE" suwa: "hakuba, we already knew that. i linked the article when it first dropped, remember?" hakuba: "yeah but it's still so WEIRD like it's OJIRO ARAN from INARIZAKI" hoshiumi: "lol atsumu told me he talks in his sleep, go find out if it's true"

aran actually does recognize hakuba mostly because gin paid him a compliment ONE (1) time and then aran had to listen to atsumu complain incessantly about the "stupid wall of muscle with stupid hair and his stupid height and stupid arms" ever since

ALSO. i think people get hakuba and hyakuzawa mixed up a lot. they've both got a similar height and build and hairstyle and play the same position

(not to mention the similar backstories)

it becomes a running joke throughout the pro leagues and makes for a fun time with falcons v warriors matches

in the event of a hyakuhina hookup (which i feel like actually could happen) they somehow get onto the topic of "haha it'd be even harder to tell them apart with your eyes closed!" and hinata, without thinking, goes "well, i probably could" and everyone is like "WHAT"

he digs himself an even deeper hole by saying "no, i just meant - i know hyakuzawa's body really well!!!" and everyone immediately starts screaming

poor hyakuzawa is dying on the inside

i think shibayama (MY BELOVED) kind of occasionally forgets that he also has his own fanbase and is sort of semi-famous as the libero of tokai heavy industries esperanza bc. he knows kenma and yaku and lev and komi and yamamoto and fukunaga and, in general, a bunch of people that he believes are much more well-known than he is

he's always so flattered whenever someone stops him in the street to ask for a pic or when he sees posts online gushing about him

this is extra funny bc he never talks about his friends like they're famous so all of his teammates don't really know that shibayama is friends with all these other famous people

and then one of them, an avid kodzuken fan, spams their group chat when kodzuken's newest video is released and shibayama shows up in it

they're like "SHIBAYAMA!! HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD US THAT YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH KODZUKEN??" and shibayama is like "i have?? i talk about kenma-san all the time??" and they're like "YOU'RE TELLING ME KODZUKEN IS THE SAME KENMA-SAN WHO RIPPED HIS HIGH SCHOOL JERSEY TRYING TO JUMP OVER A FENCE???"

(shibayama's second year. they'd been dealing with things. it worked out, in the end. even if they had to lie to nekomata and naoki about why all their jerseys ended up with holes in them.)

i love the pro teams you guys they're so fucking funny

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wowweeharrystyles · 5 years

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can’t help falling in love

Oh man okay. Wedding!harry had me feeling some type of way & @rainbownialls helped with the idea & told me ‘cancel your plans we need this’ & I’m grateful she told me that. so here we are.

(this is the 1st time I’ve ever written a one off drabble like this with the full intention of posting it. so here we goooooo)

SOOOO here’s wedding date harry.

I recommend listening to some great love songs, specifically “Can’t Help Falling In Love” but the Kina Grannis version.

Harry x Y/N | 2.6K words.

Seeing him walk out of the bathroom in a suit that looked all too familiar triggered a bit of a nostalgic feeling in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t realized that he picked that suit when you were discussing just rewearing one of his hundreds of custom suits that linger in that huge, white walled closet back at his, well now your, home in London. The charcoal grey, double breasted suit lays open against his black button down, which was barely buttoned might you add. The last time you saw him in this suit was around when you two had just started dating and he was making his was out of a London hotel room, quite similar to the one you were in now, heading to the Dunkirk premier with Anne.

A chuckle leaves Harry’s mouth when he sees your face, bringing you back to reality. You had most definitely been looking at him like he hung the moon - even the stars, every single thing in the universe - just for you.

“Like the suit choice, love?” He asks, his cheeky, narcissistic side peaking through.

“Harry,” is all you manage to get out. Shaking your head, you gather your composure and stand up, walking to meet him a few feet in front of you. The emerald green silk dress that Harry Lambert had helped you pick out, followed behind you, a touch too long without your heels on. You reach up to place a quick peck to his cheek. One of your hands rests lightly on the opposite cheek, the feeling of his stubble tickling your palm a bit. Then it clicks. He’s still the same Harry but the Harry that wore this suit 2 years ago had just released his debut solo album, a movie hitting the box office in a few days and a world tour that he was eager to start. It was all new to you then, your relationship, Harry’s world. All of it.

The scruff on his face ages him. As does his longer, less styled hair. He’s not so fresh faced anymore and you don’t mind. His lips on yours brings you out of your nostalgic thoughts.

“Love the suit just as much as I did when you wore it the 1st time,” you comment finally, placing a haste kiss to his lips. “Quite timeless.”

“Thought you would.” The grin on his face pulls out his dimples. You shake your head at him, pulling out of his arms to get your shoes.

Harry escorts you and Anne to your seats in the church before the wedding starts and he has to walk with Gemma down the aisle and stand with the wedding party. Pachelbel’s Canon in D has started playing and you immediately feel a hitch in your throat. You were always a sucker for weddings. As the bride makes her way down the aisle you can’t help but steal a look at Harry. Turning subtly, you catch Harry’s eye. Tears are already starting to collect in his eyes and you can’t help when they collect in yours too. He mouths an “I love you” and you mirror the gesture after a silent hiccup. A tear rolls down your face and you will yourself to hold back from sobbing right there and then. Blinking softly, you let a few more tears falls before you break eye contact and look back at the beautiful bride walking down the aisle.

When you take your seat, you reach for your purse for a kleenex. You know yourself all too well to attend a wedding without something for the inevitable tears. But much to your surprise, the plastic travel pack of kleenex isn’t there. Instead, there’s a cream coloured handkerchief in its place. When you pull it out, you notice the small lettering that’s embroidered into a corner. H E S. The smile that has already covered your face somehow gets bigger. Looking up at Harry, only a yard or 2 in front of you, he winks at you, a soft smile on his face. Another tear rolls down yours and catches in your smile. Anne notices the cloth in your hand and reaches out to rest a kind hand on your forearm.

“Robin gave that to Harry. He always said a real man has a handkerchief, if not for himself, for his girl,” Anne whispers to you. She opens her fisted hand to reveal a similar cloth but with Robins initials. Your heart feels like it could burst at any moment.

You cry during the personalized vows and take the entire ceremony to gaze up at Harry. You’re used to seeing him presented before you and really do love getting an excuse to just watch him, but it’s different. Standing on a stage in an arena full of thousands of people is much different than standing with his family, a boutonniere pinned to his lapel and a church alter as his background. You can barely let your mind wander enough to think about a wedding with Harry waiting up at the alter for you before he’s giving you a wink as he walks with Gemma out of the church. Before you and Anne even get a chance to start walking out with the rest of the guest, Harry is back to escort both of you out.

You’re standing slightly behind him, your left hand is intertwined with his right. With your right hand wrapped around his bicep you let your shoulder lean into the relaxed muscles in his arm and back. Harry has always towered over you but it’s blatantly obvious how tall he is compared to you while you’re standing like this. Your chin barely reaches the top of his shoulder. The heels on your feet definitely help the height difference a little bit and right now you do have a clear line of vision above his shoulder. In sneakers, it’s a completely different story.

Harry’s happily chatting with some family while you listen along. You really love seeing him interact with his family and are perfectly happy as his plus one to this family wedding. The conversation ends when his aunt excuses herself to check on her kids. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“All good?” He asks, now looking down at you.

“Mhm…,” you hum, pressing another kiss to his arm.

“Hey,” he says quietly and you look up to him through your lashes. “Love, sure you’re good?” he asks again. Rising up a little on your toes you press kiss to his lips this time. You can feel him smile into the kiss. “Good,” he says matter-of-factly when he pulls away..

“Very good,” you confirm, squeezing his hand and leaning into him more. There’s this warmth in you that makes you all lovey and snuggly. Being here, with him, you can’t help but fall a bit more in love. The romantic ease of the evening only encouraging you more.

“I love you,” he says before pressing a kiss to the top of you head.

“Love you more,” you say back with a light shove.

“Love you-” he’s cut off by Gemma approaching the two of you, Michael tailing behind her.

“Hey there, you two,” Gemma greets you with a smile. She’s got a grin on her face that you recognize well as it’s the same grin that you’ve seen plastered on Harry’s face countless of times. “I’m just so glad you’re both here. Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages,” Gemma comments directly to you.

“It’s been too long,” you say, reaching your right hand out to hers to give it a squeeze to somehow relay your joy and happiness right now. Honestly, you don’t think anything you say or do could really show how much you love today.

“You need to come visit Michael and I more often,” she squeezes your hand back. “You can leave him behind for all I care,” she jokes, motioning to Harry.

Harry’s face scrunches up, “Heyyyy,” he whines at his older sister.

“Oh Harry, I’m only joking,” she reaches a hand up to caress his cheek before giving it a pinch. Harry groans at the gesture. “Join me on a trip to the bar?” Gemma asks turning to you now.

“Absolutely” you say with a smile and link your arm with hers as you release your grip on Harry.

“Hey, kiss,” Harry says, not letting go of your hand. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips before releasing his grip. “I’ll come find you in a bit,” he finishes as Gemma pulls you away towards the bar.

Giggles fill the air between you and Gemma as you take your now full glasses of wine to the dance floor with you. Across the room, Harry got caught up in a very important conversation about what dinosaur is the best kind of dinosaur with one of his little cousins. It’s not until he hears you singing at the top of your lungs to the chorus of “Don’t Stop Believing” that he looks up to find you on the dance floor. The emerald green silk effortlessly follows your dancing, the wrap style of the dress showcasing your legs once and a while as you twirl. Harry excuses himself to make his way closer to the dance floor. He doesn’t join you just yet but takes in the sight in front of him. Harry thinks his heart could burst now.

When you catch a glimpse of him lingering on the edge of the dance floor the smile on your face becomes so big that your eyes are almost closed. Your gesture for him to join you for the ending of the song is met with an outrageous shimmy that somehow releases his suit jacket from his shoulders, which he tosses on a nearby chair. You roll your eyes without even thinking. Harry’s dancing his way over to you, using his moves to maneuver through the crowded dance floor. Instantly, he’s wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close into his side, a fist pumping in the air. You gaze up to him and you don’t think you could be more in love. The feeling is almost too overwhelming and you have to pull your gaze away from the actual rays of sunshine that is radiating from his face, his whole body. He places a light kiss to the top of your cheek before he releases his grip on you and shifts over to Gemma and dances around with her. The sight is something you don’t even think you could properly describe. Suddenly they’re dancing in unison, clearly a mini dance they must have come up with when they were little. You can picture it now, little Harry and Gemma dancing around the living room while Anne blasts a classic, Fleetwood Mac or Shania Twain, a song you know Harry has played a countless amount of times just to get a bit of inspiration or feel like he’s home. The thought makes you giggle just as much as the actual show in front of you. As “Don’t Stop Believing” wraps up, Harry tosses an arm around Gemma’s shoulder pressing a kiss to her hair, just barely, before she’s pushing him away, jokingly disgusted. There’s only a moment of silence between songs. When the 1st few strums of a guitar come over the speakers Harry is instantly coming to stand in front of you.

The song is familiar but you can’t put your finger on it just yet. The atmosphere in the reception hall instantly shifts as the new song playing is a much slower tempo. You see the newly weds join in each other’s arms and they share a sweet kiss before swaying along to the music. The feeling of Harry wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him brings your attention back. Harry has a soft smile on his face and you can’t help but mirror it.

“I don’t think I’ve told you enough how beautiful you look tonight,” Harry whispers, dipping his head down lower so his lips are only centimeters away from yours. His lips hover over yours, your smile not falling one bit. Reaching up to his neck with the hand that isn’t entangled with his and resting on his chest, you weave it through the hair at the back of his head. Your foreheads only touch for a moment before you’re kissing. His mouth is warm and tastes of whisky. He kisses you like you’ve got all the time in the world. It’s when you break apart for a moment that you recognize the song.

Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.

Cradling his face in your hand, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You move your hand back to its home in his hair at the bottom of his neck and pull him closer to you. You don’t think you could be pressed up against each other any closer. You can feel his chest rise and fall against yours. The low buttoning of his shirt causes his chest hair to tickle against your sternum slightly but you don’t mind. You can feel Harry’s lips near your ear and his hot, steady breath makes the bits of loose hair near there move back and forth, grazing the shell of your ear. His voice is low when he starts singing along, only loud enough for you to hear. Though it’s not the original Elvis version of the song, Harry still doesn’t miss a beat. Closing your eyes, you let your weight fall against Harry’s and follow his minimal foot movements that move you both around in a circle from time to time. You continuously press lazy kisses to the column of his neck and sometimes to his collarbone if a particular note vibrates against you just the right way.

Darling so it goes,

somethings are meant to be

You pull your face away from the tucked away home at his neck and meet his eyes. The guitar cuts out then, before the vocals start again, only their acapella this time.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you,” he says, his eyes sparkling, candle light flickering in his green irises. Harry closes the short distance between the 2 of you and lands his lips on yours.

So take my hand,

take my whole life too,

His lips are still warm, kisses slow and well thought out. His hand around your waist somehow pulls you in even closer and your body responds just as he likes. Bending back at the waist a lightly, he dips you slightly, deepening the kiss. You peel your one hand away from his grasp so you can use both hands to cradle is face, thumbs resting on his cheekbones. You can’t help melting into his every move. You can’t help falling in love - over and over again.

The rest of the night is spent never too far from each other, both too much in love to even think about physically separating. Fleeting thoughts pop up every so often as the night closes out. How could you feel even more in love with the man at your side than you do in this exact moment? It’s intriguing, but also scary, to think that this isn’t even yours and Harry’s wedding. If you feel like this now, how will, how could you feel on that special day?

Marriage has barely come up between the two of you, but the possibility of getting engaged and getting married and starting your family together isn’t scary. Nothing could be scary with Harry at your side.

Little do you know, Harry has had the same thoughts running through his head all evening evening. Every single glance, smile, kiss, and laugh, only makes everything feel that much more possible and exciting.

He’s also thinking about the tiny black box that has been burning a hole in his hiding spot back home.

OKAY! Thanks for reading this, seriously i really do appreciate it. I’d love feedback, comments, whatever. okay. love you mean it byeeeeee.

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