#is so light and airy and cute. I love his voice in dawning angels

[loveregrown]

Uchida Yuuma is so crazy... In early eden stuff especially, it's so obvious how Jun is a character who takes inspiration from Hiyori & Jin especially when it comes to singing, each choice is so purposeful... I love the storytelling that goes into the vocal direction for projects like these. How JunIke had to be asked to tone down his talent at times because he was supposed to sound more like an amateur for mitchuru...

[bukojuiice]

— their wedding day with you.

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, x fem! reader)

ೃ  tags: headcanons, tooth rotting fluff

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-  you and your fiancé, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach. 

- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?

-        The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so… the beach wedding it is.

-        (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

-        coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.

-        mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.

-        The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsuki’s.

-        kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.

- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you.  

- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.

- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.

- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.

- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.

- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of “can’t take my eyes off of you” 

-        bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.

- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasn’t one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.

- “you’re just too good to be true...  Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~”

-        shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasn’t able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.

-        to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.

-        he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since you’ve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time… and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.

-        the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.

-        you’re dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, you’re wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.

-        whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.

-        As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.

- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face. 

-        All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.

-        A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

-        He’s just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.

- “wise men say... only fools rush in... but I can’t help falling in love with you...”

-        You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.

-        You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.

- midway through your vows, shoto couldn’t take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along.  you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.

- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.

-        “And they lived happily ever after.”

- you and izuku  just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding. 

- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.

- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding. 

- there wasn’t a particular theme per se. both you and izu weren’t really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.

-  string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.

- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldn’t miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 hero’s big day.

- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a  white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo. 

- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie. 

- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.

-  izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows he’s going to break soon.

- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside. 

- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow. 

- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted “parent” jokes. 

- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.

- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.

-  “when the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~”

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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

ok but like,, how do you think demon harry would feel is angel/human y/n got her first tattoo?? i can’t stop thinking about it??

I think he’d be super happy and supportive but also lowkey cocky because, “A tattoo, huh? I must be wearing off on you an awful lot. Don’t think Daddy would be too fond of that.”

Harry would definitely try to help her pick one out because she isn’t exactly sure of what she wants yet, but she’s one-hundred percent positive the she wants one. They’d be looking through little booklets and magazines for cute symbols or blurbs of words and phrases that stand out. Her eyes are skimming over a picture of a cluster of planets and stars when they suddenly catch on the cross tattoo on Harry’s hand as it glints under the buttery light of their bedroom lamp, standing out black and shiny against his lightly tanned skin.

She reaches over and brushes the tip of her index finger over it softly, tracing the image thoughtfully as his own fingers seize their concentrated movement over the photos in the magazine.

“It’s kinda funny,” he speaks up, staring down at the inking with a small, amused smirk. “I got that tat as a joke— because you know how I just love being an ironic prick— but ever since I met you… it’s taken on a new meaning.”

Y/N glances up at him with mild surprise, eyes dampening slightly as he gives her a gentle, loving quirk of his lips. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm.” Harry leans in and plants a caring kiss to her supple cheek, ghosting the cold tip of his nose over her’s. “Now, the tattoo reminds me of you. I like having it on my body— makes me feel like you’re always with me, even when you’re away, y’know? A small, permanent memory of my little piece of heaven.” He pauses for a second, his grin widening in realization at his unintended joke. “Literally.”

Y/N can’t help but melt into him, hiding her face away in his neck and pressing her warm lips to where a steady pulse would normally reside— a simple gesture, yet intimate in its own way. Her words come out garbled, muffled by his skin. “You’re such a romantic.”

Harry chuckles lightly, wrapping a lean arm around her shoulders to hang down her back, snuggling her into his side protectively. “Can y’blame me? Was just the way I was raised.”

And that’s when it dawns on her— it pops into her mind as he cradles her to his hard, comforting chest and presses soothing kisses atop her head while swaying her ever so slightly, cooing loving pet names into her ear while slowly lulling her to sleep.

Y/N refuses to tell Harry what she’s getting, insisting that it be a surprise. And if there’s one thing he knows about her is that when she’s insistent on something, she won’t budge.

She does, however, allow him to do everything up until the actual tattoo appointment, which includes picking the place where the ink will go.

“Can’t be somewhere in plain sight because you’ll get caught,” he pauses, snapping his fingers in the air for emphasis, “like that. It’s gotta be in a place very few see.”

Y/N doesn’t even have to look up at him to know he’s got that childish, shit-eating grin cracking his face in half.

“Don’t even think about it.” She grumbles, glaring up at him scoldingly.

Harry plumps his lips into a pout, voice whiney. “You’re no fun.”

It is settled that she’ll get the tattoo on the back of her shoulder, a bit closer to the center of the expanse of her back rather than right behind her shoulder blade. It’ll be just out of sight, but in a place where she think will look elegant.

She goes in for the procedure and Harry is left to wallow in boredom in the waiting room, crossing his legs and bouncing his foot over his knee rhythmically, tracing the threads in the rips of his jeans until his finger goes red. He slumps further into the seat with a heavy, annoyed sigh, looking around absentmindedly at all of the example art mounted on the walls of the small parlor.

A large, cut-throat looking man lumbers over and takes up almost two seats, three chairs down from Harry and for some odd, sudden, unexplained reason, the demon’s stomach feels like it is about to plummet out of his ass.

He gives the bald, bearded, biker-jacket clad lug a quick once-over, his curious gaze catching on a certain inked image that ripples over the man’s humongous bicep.

Harry leans over a tad, the edges of his lips coiling upwards with slight interest and airy amusement with an undertone of sarcasm that only he interprets. “Nice tat, mate.”

The boulder of a human looks over his bulky shoulder at the one Harry is staring at, taking a second to find it amidst all of the others. His voice is as deep and rumbly as one would expect. “Thanks.”

Harry gives a polite nod, going back to minding his own business and grinning to himself at how paranoid and fearful humans can be, yet so on point.

The tattoo had been a pentagram with protective sigils etched into the peaks. That would explain why his insides felt like they were starting to boil.

Harry casually rises up from his seat when the warding begins to get more irritating, trailing over to the area with an array of flower designs, instinctively scratching at the large rose on his left forearm. Maybe Y/N was getting a flower. She seems like a lavender sprig kind of girl.

When she finally emerges from the room, Harry nearly tackles her with excitement, taking her hands in his large ones and holding her at an arm’s length away, inspecting her from head to toe eagerly. “Well?!”

Y/N turns with her back to him, moving her hair to one side and using her free hand to reach over her shoulder and push the fabric of her Avengers t-shirt down a bit.

“Whoaaaa!” Harry exclaims with faux shock. “In front of everyone, pet? Scandalous!”

“Oh, hush! Just look.”

He approaches closer, thumb coming up to hook on the material of her shirt to keep it from covering up the small tattoo, her own hand falling back to her side now that he has the article of clothing under control. She awaits his reaction anxiously, eyelashes fluttering as she feels his hot breath fanning over sore skin.

Harry peels back the protective gauze and blinks at the fresh ink marking her, feeling a range of emotions dive-bomb into his chest all at once.

Y/N had gotten what looks to be a pair of tiny, free-floating devil horns etched into her back, along with a matching pointed tail. The whole thing is about the width of his index and two middle fingers pressed together— big enough to be seen with intent, but small enough to go undetected to someone not searching for it. The drawing is outlined with black and colored in with bright red and it’s simple and delicate and dainty, yet naughty and ominously dirty, especially on her. Especially on his sweet little angel who gets all squirmy whenever he calls her pretty and whose cheeks get warm whenever he kisses her. Who gets shy when he holds her hand and giggles when he blows raspberries into her neck and can’t even sit in his lap without fidgeting because she’s so wholesome and untainted. But here she is, with devil horns and a demon tail permanently colored onto her for the rest of eternity.

And all for him.

“Do you like it?” Y/N’s voice pipes up, soft-spoken and hesitant, her neck craning further to the side to try and gauge his reaction. “You said the cross on your hand was for me, so I thought I’d get one for you, as well, and make it my first because…well…” he can see her eyes start to glow just the faintest bit. “Because you were a lot of my firsts.”

Harry swallows thickly, feeling a certain pin-pricking in the rear of his eyes as his emotions stir behind the calm, collected facade printed on his face. He nods slowly, and then with more emotion, the edges of his mouth jolting upwards with a certain overwhelming glee that turns his black heart into a puddle of goo within his hard, scarred chest. His voice comes out cracked with sentiment, communicating how much he truly cherishes this gift, even if it is only the size of three of his fingers. “I love it, sweetheart. Thank you so much.”

Harry leans down, kissing just outside the ring of skin that is tinted and swollen (he wouldn’t want to cause her any pain, obviously), and covering the tattoo back up with the gauze. “It’s absolutely adorable, just like you.”

Y/N turns around timidly in his arms, releasing a teeny laugh as he brings her further into his embrace and presses suckling pecks all over her cheeks, neck, forehead, nose, and just about anywhere his lips can reach. Harry pulls back from his attack to let her catch her bearings, a dirty thought managing to wriggle its way into his brain and out of his mouth. “Wanna know something, babe?”

“Mmh?”

He cups the back of her head gently, bringing her ear to rest against his chin so that his warm words caress over the shell and send a buzzing down her cheeks and neck.

“Can’t wait to see how the tat looks with my teeth marks around it.”