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The Proposal
- God this sweetheart probably messed up six times proposing to you. He swore he wasn’t nervous until he had you at your favorite restaurant and suddenly his stomach was cramping like he was in his first year of high school again.
- First he put it under the top bread slice in the bread basket, thinking he’d offer you bread and you’d see it, but you just said you were going to save room for dinner. Then he was gonna put it on your dessert when you went to the bathroom but you ordered ice cream and it would get lost in the melty parts and be all gross when you found it. Finally he tried to get the waiter to put the ring on a platter and bring it over, but you were insistent that you didn’t order anything else, so Hinata gave it up.
- While you were walking in the park after dinner he seemed down and you asked about it and he admitted that he’d been trying to give you this enormous gesture of a proposal the whole night, and nothing went well. You fucking lost it with excitement and told him that the park under the stars was a perfect gesture and his silliness sort of dawned on him so he got on his knee right there.
Members of the Wedding
- His best man was obviously Kageyama. The dumb bitch laughed his ass off when he heard the proposal story, don’t worry. I can definitely see a lot of volleyball people coming from all sorts of teams, but Hinata probably chooses Kenma and Tsukishima for groomsmen from high school, and Bokuto and a couple other guys from his professional team as groomsmen.
- I’m sorry if you have a little sister or niece or cousin or something, but they had to somewhat share flower girl with Natsu. She doesn’t care if she’s 20 and leading a 5 year old down the aisle, she’s throwing some flowers bitch.
- Your bridesmaids and maid of honor were your choice, but if you’re with Hinata, there’s no way you weren’t best friends with Yachi too. I’m just saying, she was probably one of your bridesmaids.
- Personally, I see Hinata wanting an American “Christian-styled” wedding. He’s not super traditional and he always thought they looked super awesome in the movies- all the pretty decorations and dancing and fun. With a Christian-style wedding, you have a regular priest marry you.
Pre-Festivities
- His bachelor party isn’t as wild as you think. All of his volleyball friends rented out a gym and drank to high fucking heaven and just played volleyball. After several people got railed in the face with a ball, they just sat around and hung out, drinking and messing around and telling stories. That would be way more fun to him than strippers and shit.
- You were not so lucky. Your friends bought you a hot stripper dressed as a volleyball player, that honestly didn’t impress you (have you seen Hinata?). It was more fun for your friends, watching you get hella embarrassed when he danced on you and watching his firm ass serve balls and drinks. It was still really fun drinking with your friends and family though.
Planning
- Hinata had a lot of ideas for planning, but most of the solid stuff came from you, with some of his bigger things thrown in. He saw a spring wedding in a movie and immediately wanted one, so it was in late April. You found a garden with a grove of sakura trees to have the ceremony at, with all the blossoms floating around you in the breeze. The altar was under a foliage archway, and your colors were blush pink and navy blue.
- Your flowers were white hydrangeas and an assortment of pale, blush, and deep pink sakura, with the brown stalks and some greenery for color.
- Pictures were taken all throughout the wedding and a good deal of the reception. (Hinata put that professional volleyball money to good use.) Hinata wanted to have pictures of everything to remember every single detail of this day. His mom actually went through them and made a super fucking cute scrapbook after.
- There were a lot of people invited. Like, an insane amount of Hinata’s friends, through volleyball and other things, as well as family, family friends, and then your friends and family. Being a professional volleyball player meant there might be paparazzi, so Hinata made sure that it was in a secure and closed off garden where people no one recognized couldn’t get in.
- The reception was in the same location, and tables and white canopy gazebos were set up in a space away from the wedding aisle and seating.
- Trees had glass bulbs with candles in them hanging from them, and for later in the night, there were matching soft glow string lights along the tables and in the trees.
- The cake was a thick, three-tiered cake (ya’ll had a lot of fucking guests alright) with a white, blue, white pattern on the tiers. Hinata had begged for chocolate, so the top tier was marbled, the middle layer was chocolate, and the bottom tier was vanilla. Each layer was decorated with edible pearls and a couple of fondant sakura blossoms.
- The plans were pretty simplistic honestly. It was a beautiful, soft wedding with a lot of nature and easy decorations, like rented wooden chairs and navy tablecloths detailed with flowers and clean invitations with plain floral designs that you had made on a website. You hired a DJ with a slow playlist and a fun playlist.
The Wedding
- Hinata was in a navy blue three-piece suit that made his hair look like fire, with a blush pink tie, and later, a breast-pocket filled with sakura blossoms you stuffed in there after the ceremony. He wore plain black dress shoes and probably didn’t even run a comb through his hair before the event; just the way you liked it.
- Your bridesmaids wore blush pink dresses of matching shades, all long, but with different top styles of their choosing. Everyone was instructed to wear flat shoes because this was all on grass ground. The groomsmen also wore navy blue three-piece suits, but they all had white ties instead of pink like Hinata.
- Your dress was a pure white, a-line with a simple, chiffon silk skirt, and a lace adorned mesh illusion top shaping a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves. The lace crawled across the back randomly, halted by the waistline. Your hair fell in classic curls, left down.
- Your rings were a pale silver. Yours had three thin intertwining strands inlaid with tiny diamonds that came together to form a smooth band on the other half of the ring. His was a plain smooth band, matching the half of yours, with 4 of the same tiny diamonds embedded in a diamond shape on it.
- Hinata followed the traditional vows, but added a small part at the end of his own that made you cry. He didn’t mess up once, but he half whispered part of it. You did the same, following the vows and adding a touch of your own. He got excited and kissed you before the priest even finished his sentence.
The Reception
- The reception was hella fun and casual. The first dance started the night, and you and Hinata slow-danced, whispering to each other about how all the eyes on you were kinda weird. Dancing and dinner simultaneously began after that, with people free to do as they chose.
- Cutting the cake came a while later, and you didn’t hesitate for a second before smashing chocolate cake in Hinata’s face. He retaliated in the same, but you wouldn’t let him forget you beat him to it.
- Real drinking began after the cutting of the cake and was done through the open bar. (You didn’t set a limit and honestly that was hella dangerous because you had wild ass volleyball bois there jesus what were you thinking.)
- When speeches rolled around, plenty of people came forward. Kageyama made one about how horrible Hinata was in high school and how he must have improved somehow to catch you. Bokuto told a wild story about an amazing thing Hinata did on the court. Your best friend talked about your obsession with magazines and posters of Hinata (he didn’t know this he was stunned). His mother started crying when she spoke about how she was so proud of her son and you. Natsu said that you both were crazy and she was going to one-up your wedding someday don’t worry. Noya and Tanaka were pretty drunk already and sang a horrible rendition of Kiss From A Rose.
- You and Hinata were pretty much attached to the hip all night, whispering and smiling at each other.
- Over all, people meandered around the glowing garden buzzing with alcohol and laughter, and it was an amazing night.
HIGHLIGHTS
You should’ve been anxious, nervous, terrified - something along those lines. Instead, you were chocked full of excitement. After months of planning, of working around Shouyou’s damn volleyball schedule, of fittings and tastings and way too much input from others, you were here. Hinata had insisted on not seeing each other until the aisle. Honestly, you thought he’d watched way too many wedding movies preparing for this moment. Whether you saw him before or not, you were certain you’d feel just the same.
As the music cued up, the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their way around the grouping of trees. If you craned your neck a bit, you could see the backs of benches indicating the start of the walkway. Yachi squirmed her way by, watching other pairs of blush pink and navy blue slowly take their turns.
She nudged you with her elbow, gesturing wildly. “Can you fix my strap?! It won’t stay!” You smiled, shaking your head fondly. It was just like Yachi to be restless and jittery before a big event. You remembered the way she’d wring her hands and squeeze her eyes shut before every game in high school, trying to feign confidence for the boys. You twisted the strap of her dress so it was correct again and smoothed it down. She gave you a half-crazed look. “How am I freaking out more than you right now? Aren’t you nervous at all ?”
You shrugged, “Not really.” She gave you an incredulous look. “I’m not nervous. I know exactly what I want. I’ve known for awhile,” you reassured her, patting her shoulder. For a moment, she looked awestruck.
“I hope someday I love someone as much as you do,” she murmured.
“ Yachi ! It’s your turn!” Natsu whispered harshly, and the blonde leaped a foot in the air, back to her jumpiness.
***
He was right. Of course, the one thing he’d be right about would be this.
There were about a hundred people surrounding you, a hundred pairs of eyes watching your every step across lush green grass, half of which you barely knew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think about a single one of them. Because at the end of the aisle was him .
That navy suit was fitted like nobody’s business, highlighting the body he’d honed for years to be the volleyball player he was now. His hands clenched the fabric of his slacks unconsciously as soon as you came into view. The slight breeze sending soft, pink sakura blossoms fluttering through the air made him look picturesque before you, like something you’d see in a painting. And his hair- his hair was wild and messy, the color of the best part of a sunset.
He took you in, from your shoes to your face, and his eyes went crinkled and squinty, but he didn’t cry. Hinata’s lips split into that signature grin, the one that nearly had the sun glinting off his teeth. The one that meant pure joy, an eccentric happiness that he just couldn’t contain. He smiled like that when Karasuno won games. He smiled like that when he got on Japan’s national team. He smiled like that the first time you told him you loved him. And he was smiling like that now.
He was right. Waiting to see each other until this moment was the perfect decision. You felt like you were living a movie.
Something bright and overwhelming was growing in your chest, and it made you break into an ecstatic smile. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you- thankfully the music was loud enough to mask it. Your father squeezed your arm in his hold gently, reminding you of the task at hand. The rest of the walk to Hinata was suddenly far too long.
***
Those idiots. You wanted to be upset, but all you could do was laugh. Laugh so hard you were holding your sides, actually, because god Tanaka sounded like fucking trash trying to sing a solo part of Kiss From A Rose.
“I c-compare ya to a kiss from a rooooooose ~” Noya wasn’t really singing so much as yelling the words alongside his friend. To be honest, that was really the only line they knew past the intro, so they continued to repeat it, much to the amusement of some. Others didn’t quite enjoy the rendition as much, and you could see the pinched faces of those individuals in the crowd of tables.
Hinata was almost snorting , on the other hand, whining about how his stomach was starting to hurt. You giggled, shoving his shoulder roughly. “Get those two off the stage,” you said, though there wasn’t any real push behind it. The redhead gestured towards Daichi, who just sighed heavily before setting his drink down and striding towards the stage.
After practically tossing them off, he didn’t leave, but stayed, adjusting the mic to his liking.
“It’s hard to follow that , but I’ll try my best.” Chuckles echoed across the crowd. A winning start for Daichi; you weren’t very surprised. The man always was very good with people. “I’ve known the bride and the groom for a long, long time. Sometimes too long, I think.”
“I watched these two dance around each since they were 16. They both came to me for advice, through the firsts and the fights, and even back then, it would’ve taken a real idiot not to see how important they were to each other. They definitely weren’t the most conventional, but there’s nothing conventional about either of them.”
“(Y/N) and Hinata are like a setter and a spiker. They’re both unique and different in their talents, but they can’t exist without one another.” You felt Hinata’s hand tighten in yours, and you glanced at him to find he was sniffling, eyes a little glassy. No doubt he was feeling the same way you were, flooded with emotion. Leave it to Daichi to make you cry, sentimental ass. Your chest panged with something you couldn’t describe as you gripped Hinata’s hand just as tightly.
“Thank god they finally did what we were all waiting for,” Daichi laughed softly, and the crowd echoed him. “To the happy couple,” he raised the glass he was holding. Hinata smiled, albeit a little wetly, and followed suit, clinking his glass against yours. You pinched his cheek, trying to play off your own tears.