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arminsumi · 1 year

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Hello Jay! Could you please write headcanons for Eren and Armin (separately) with s/o who is interested in art and likes to paint abstractions?

You bet I can! Headcanons are my favorite thing to write (─‿‿─) Thank you for your request.

Hcs | Eren and Armin with an artist s/o

Just thinking about how Armin cherishes every art piece you created with him and how Eren quietly watches as you paint, then tells you his interpretation of your art. There's just something about your paintings that brings the two of you closer together...

Cws; fluff

Armin

He proudly boasts to his friends and family about his s/o being an artist (￣ω￣)

Adores sitting on your bed and watching you paint

Saves up money in secret so he can buy you the art supplies that you're too humble to ask for as gifts

Expect your birthday presents to be the art supplies you briefly mentioned wanting, because Armin's a sweetie like that

(He's so humble about it, though, he'll always say "It's not much...")

He def saved up for this overly expensive easel for you, and got you the best paints that he could find in Paradis

Ah he loves painting besides you; definitely an artsy boy himself

He'll scribble cute notes on the notebook that's on the stool between your easels

Something like "Kiss pls" because he's too shy to steal one from you, and even shyer to ask it himself

After one kiss he gets bouncy and giddy, then accidentally brushes the wrong color on the wrong part of the canvas

He's insanely creative, and each time you mess something up in your painting, he gives an idea of how you could turn it into something

The two of you can sit for hours painting, listening and singing to the playlists that he put together for 'Painting Sessions w my Darling'

He'll trot to you in the morning across the campus plaza, waving a new sketch of an idea and yelling "WE'VE GOT TO PAINT THIS THING"

You painted an abstract sort of sea for him, and I'll tell ya he keeps it right beside his bed, framed and safe; he'll look at it with a smile every morning

He paints so many oceans that you joke; "You could line them up and make your own ocean at this point."

The two of you had an idea to paint your room together, but Armin added to it; "We'll face our backs to each other, I'll paint this wall and you paint that one and we'll surprise each other."

Bb boy has definitely gotten emotional over things you've painted together, or things you've painted for him

Like he cried over the first painting that you gave him for his birthday

Eren

Quietly watches you paint; you can tell how intently he's observing each brush stroke because his eyes narrow in focus

He's not one to shower your art in compliments, he'll give criticisms where he sees they should be given (Deep down inside, he's fanboying over the fact he's dating such an incredible, artistic person hehe)

Sometimes you bash him about being a harsh critic to your art, but he means it with the best intentions. He would never comment something rude, just constructive

If anyone criticizes your art unfairly, he's prepared to bite their head off about it

If you ever feel contempt for your art, he immediately reassures you

"You're incredible. I'm not just watching you paint because I have nothing else to do... I love seeing you create. And everything you make, it's got a piece of your feeling in it, that's what makes it better than anyone else's... because I can feel you put your heart into it."

He rambles on like that until you have to tell him "I get it, I get it!"

He'll lean down to kiss your cheek from behind when you're super-focused on painting

If you ever fall asleep while painting, he carefully packs your supplies away and carries you to the bed

He's too embarrassed to try painting, but he'll draw silly doodles on your notebooks

Always has interesting and unexpected interpretations of your art; every color you use seems more significant to him than it does to you

He'll bring up aspects of a piece that you didn't even realize you made, so he ends up making you feel fonder of your work

That's all, my lil' noodles. Hope you liked it :D

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kelieah · 4 years

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surprise (peter parker x stark!reader)

summary: you give peter a gift he would have never expected to receive from you

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst angst angst, fluff, language

edited: sorry this is super late :(

a/n: hehe, happy bday to the cutest puppy of all! thank you to everyone who helped me come up with ideas for this fic, ily all 3000

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You and Peter have been dating for almost a year now. You both decided to get together after all the chaos that took place in Europe. You two have been friends for quite a while before that, so the fact that your friendship with Peter flourished into something even better is one of the many reasons why you adore him.

His birthday is tomorrow and you wish to make it as special as it can be. Though you’re not exactly sure how to do that. You know your dad would’ve easily bought something tremendously big and written a cheesy yet short letter with it, and Peter would love it. But if you did the same, it wouldn’t be right. Right?

The night before his birthday, you were in a spiral. You had already planned a surprise party for him at his apartment though that was the least of your worries. You were pacing around your room, unsure if the gifts you’ve been preparing for weeks was enough or if you should add more things.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him and the months you’ve been dating him, you put together memories and experiences all in a scrapbook. It looked cute and simple on the outside, but once you opened it up, the pages were filled with photos, letters, doodles, and colors. Many references or inside jokes were scattered along the side margins and stickers were put accordingly. You made sure it was perfect, but your gift still felt incomplete to you.

You wanted to be extra. You had to be extra. You remember your mom saying it was something you got from your dad. That man was always one for his dramatics. So you stayed up a bit later than you should’ve, making tiny little paper stars with sweet compliments, affirmations, and advice in them. Then you made as many as you can to fill up a glass jar shaped like R2-D2.

Though to you, that still wasn’t enough. So you searched and searched and eventually found some vintage Star-Wars comics. Ignoring the fact that they were over a thousand bucks, you bought a dozen or so. His gifts were spread across your bed and you stared at it for what felt like hours.

Is this enough? Is this too much? Will he love it? Will he even like it? Shit.

You remember wanting to sleep and putting it all aside to figure out in the morning. You might’ve forgotten his birthday was the next day with how much you focused on the gifts than the actual date, so you woke up with panic.

You also remembered there was one last thing you wanted to get for Peter but once you glanced at the clock, it was already noon. You overslept.

You feel your heart drop immediately realizing that you weren’t able to text or call Peter a happy birthday or good morning. You assume he must be worried, or hurt or maybe upset? You place your face in your hands and fall into deep thought. Then it hit you, the surprise party is in three hours.

“Morning Friday, read my text messages and voicemails please,” you groggily lean against your bed rest.

“Are you sure, Y/n? You have 243 text messages and 94 voicemails,” Friday informs you.

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, “Uhm, actually just read the ones from Mom, Peter, Aunt May, and Happy please,” you mutter.

“Understood,” Friday responds, beginning to go through your messages and voicemails, “Mom has messaged you, “Morning honey. Had to go to some meetings. Nanny is leaving at 1, please watch Morgan. I’ll meet you at the party. Could you bring Morgan with you when you go?” Peter has not messaged or called you. Aunt May has messaged you, “Hi dear! I’ve already baked up some cherry pies for the party, when are you going to be over to decorate? By the way, Peter went out and is probably patrolling,” with a smiley face and heart. Happy has messaged you, “Hello, I already ordered the catering, and went over the invite list. Are you up yet?” and he also left the voicemail saying, “Hopefully you’re up by the time you get this. Most of the Avengers are coming, except Thor, the Saviors, no wait, the Guardians of whatever they’re called, and Captain Marvel. I’m sure you could figure out why. Give me a call when you’re up.” Done.”

“Shit,” you whine loudly. You throw yourself out of bed and get to your morning routine. You quickly tidy up your room, take a quick shower, go through your skincare routine and get dressed up. You decided to put on some makeup and wear nicer clothes for once given it’s your boyfriend’s birthday.

You look around your room and inhale deeply, “Just that one last thing,” you remind yourself and walk off. After getting what you need, the nanny informs you that she’s leaving. You walk over to Morgan’s room and knock the door before entering, “Hi princess, you ready for Spider-Man’s birthday?”

She turns around, all dressed up in a pretty floral dress, “Hi sissy, yes! Don’t you mean, your friend boy?” she giggles, running up to you.

You roll your eyes playfully, “You mean boyfriend? Yes, c’mon pretty girl. We’re going to go now.”

An hour or so later, you’re making your way over to Aunt May and Peter’s apartment with Morgan in the backseat. You felt bad for not greeting Peter at all today but you decided to make it a part of the surprise. “He still has a tracker in his suit!?” you burst out in laughter as you stop at a red light.

“Seems like Tony didn’t get rid of it before, I don’t blame him,” Happy mutters. “You got everything right? Morgan, Peter’s gifts, the decorations, and your head?”

“Yes Happy,” you glance into your back seat, checking in on Morgan and seeing the piled clutter. “I feel like Santa Clause with a bunch of gifts and an elf in the backseat,” you chuckle. Morgan gasps and makes a silly expression at you that brings a smile to your face.

“Maybe you are with all the cookies you eat,” he jokes.

“You’re one to talk, anyway where’s Peter now?” you ask as you drive off as soon as the light turns green.

“He’s swinging around, I saw the news. He’s interacting with fans and interviewers, a pretty rare case.”

“True, he must be trying to distract himself. Am I the only one who hasn’t greeted him yet?” you ask, nervously biting on your bottom lip.

“Yep.”

“Shoot, well I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Let’s hope so, I’ll see you and Morgan when you both get here. Gotta help May out with the pies.”

“Sure, the pies,” you tease, causing Happy to roll his eyes and end the call.

You feel your heart stop as Peter suddenly gives you a call. You fight the urge to pick up and shower him in reassurance and love, but ignore for the sake of the surprise.

Ten to twenty minutes later, you and Morgan arrive at May and Peter’s apartment. You smile and knock on the door, struggling to hold everything in your arms while holding Morgan’s hand.

“Hello hello, you two,” Aunt May opens the door with a bright smile on her face. She lets you in and helps you out, “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry, I overslept. I wasn’t sure if my gifts were enough,” you pout and kiss her cheek.

“That’s okay. Morgan baby, Happy’s in the kitchen.” May smiles and ruffles Morgan’s hair. Morgan hums and hugs her leg, running off.

“These are all your gifts for him? Sweetheart, it’s his birthday not Christmas,” she giggles. “I’m sure he would love anything you get for him, even if it was a cheap lego set.”

“I know I know, it’s just Peter has been through so much. I feel like he deserves the world,” you say bashfully.

“You’re so cute,” she hums and helps you place the many gifts on a certain table. “Remember, you have been through a lot too.”

“Yes, but today’s his day,” you cross your arms. “Anyway, enough chatter. We should decorate now, everyone’s coming over in an hour right?”

“Yep. I also told Peter to swing around for a while and bring Thai food home at 4. He thinks it’s just going to be him, Happy and I. I told him you have work,” she says, grabbing some decorations.

“Okay, perfect. I feel so bad, I haven’t communicated with him since last morning,” you huff and grab some streamers.

“I’m sure he understands, kid gets busy too,” Happy walks over from the kitchen with Morgan trailing behind him. “Man, are these all your gifts for him?” he glances over at a table filled with only your gifts.

“Y-Yes? Why is that such a bad thing,” you groan.

“It’s not, I think,” he glances at May who gives him a look. He puts his hands up in defense and slowly walks back into the kitchen.

“You’re fine, honey. Also, I love your dress, isn’t that?” she tilts her head.

“Yeah, it’s the dress I was wearing on our first date,” you smile to yourself, glancing down at your cherry red dress. It fit perfectly, not too loose or tight and it had pockets. Something you and Peter were always amused by.

After the three of you finish decorating, the guests begin to arrive. Most of the team showed up and you and Peter’s close friends. You let out a sigh of relief and lean on the fire escape railing, looking out at the city. You glance at your watch, “Almost time.”

“Hey there,” you hear from behind you. You look back and see Happy.

“Hey.”

“You doing alright? Peter’s coming soon,” he says and walks next to you, leaning against the railing.

“I know, I just feel like. I did too much? Too less? I’m not sure, I just wanted this day to be perfect for him especially after last year,” you mutter and glance at Happy with teary eyes.

He smiles sadly and pulls you into a hug, “It’s absolutely perfect. You know, Peter isn’t going to be the only one who’s proud.”

“Who else? You?”

“Well, besides me and a bunch of other people. Your dad,” he murmurs.

You feel your heart tighten and you stifle a cry, stuffing your head into his chest. He sighs and hugs you close, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. Sometimes I feel like he never left, because everyday I see him in you,” he pulls away, holding your shoulder.

You smile softly and nod, “T-Thank you, Happy really,” you sniffle.

“Of course. You should probably tidy up, your makeup’s running,” he takes a step back.

You laugh half-heartedly, “Alright. Could you tell everyone to get in their places?” you begin to walk towards the apartment.

“Got it,” he nods and follows you back inside.

Your heart was racing, everyone wasn’t sure if he was going to show up at the front door or his room. Happy gives the signal that he’s arrived and everyone goes silent. You feel a slight sense of relief when you hear noises from the front door. If he came through his room, he probably wouldn't be that surprised.

Peter sighs and holds the bag of Thai food in one hand, opening up the door with a key in the other. His senses have been all over the place today and his heart didn’t feel like it was in the right place. He was beyond worried about you, he didn’t even care that it was his birthday. He just wanted to know if you were okay.

He opens the door, calling out for May. “May, I’m home-”

“Surprise!” Everyone appears out from their spots, greeting Peter with bright smiles and confetti.

Peter instantly jumps and places a hand over his heart. “G-Guys!? Bruce? Scott? Wait, Ned? MJ!?” he stammers, looking all over the place.

“Happy birthday, Spidey,” you come out of your hiding spot, smiling warmly at him.

“Oh my god, Y/n,” he breathes out and rushes over to you, pulling you into a hug. You let out a gasp as he picks you up and spins you around. He places you down and hugs you closer. He pulls away and glances at your dress then at you, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he sighs, kissing your cheek.

You blush at his comment and fiddle with your dress. “Thank you,” you smile, hoping he notices your outfit.

“Wait, isn’t this the dress from our first date?” he holds some of your dress and glances at you. You grin and nod, he sighs happily and pulls you back into a hug.

Everyone reacts sweetly until Flash, who was surprisingly invited yells out, “Get a room!” Everyone instantly glares at him and he shrivels up, smiling sheepishly.

You roll your eyes and Peter ignores him, peppering your face with kisses. “I thought you were mad at me or something, or hurt, or just forgot about me,” he rambles, holding your face.

“Well, luckily none of those are the cases. I just wanted to surprise you,” you hum.

“You planned all this?” he gapes, glancing around his apartment once again.

“Yes, but I had a lot of help,” you hum.

“Friend boy!” Morgan squeals and rushes over, hugging you and Peter’s legs. “Happy birthday,” she beams.

Peter’s eyes soften and his bends down, “Thank you cutie,” he grins.

She squeals and hugs him, “Can you be my friend boy?”

You gasp dramatically, “Morgan, he’s my friend boy.”

“I don’t know babe, Morgan looks amazing in her little princess dress,” he picks up Morgan, holding her close.

You pout and cross your arms. Morgan bubbles happily and wraps her tiny arms around his neck.

To say Peter was overwhelmed with happiness was an understatement. He felt relief, appreciation, love and support. This whole time he was worrying that he had done something wrong when really nothing was wrong and everyone was just hiding and being quiet for his surprise.

After catching up with some of the Avengers and friends and eating dinner all together, it was time for cake and presents.

You couldn’t express how unbelievably happy and emotional you felt for Peter as he stood in front of his cake as everyone sang Happy Birthday to him. His face was filled with pure joy and you wish that could stay on his face forever, because to you, that’s what he deserves and more.

Not much later present time begins and Peter starts to open up everyone’s gifts. You told him to open yours last. You absolutely adored this boy and your heart swelled up every time he held a genuine smile to his face as he opened his gifts. He got up, thanked and hugged every single person who had got him a gift. You truly are smitten for him.

“Who are all these gifts from?” Peter asks, glancing at the huge piles of gifts left. “I thought I had opened everyone’s except Y/n’s already,” he chuckles.

“Those are all mine,” you walk over, sitting next to him.

“Oh, flower,” he mutters softly and pouts out his bottom lip. “You didn’t-”

“Ah, please open them and shut your mouth,” you cross your arms. Everyone laughs in amusement at your sass and watches as Peter begins to open up the gifts.

Peter first opens up the comic books and jars filled with little letters, “Oh my god, you didn’t,” he whimpers happily. “This must’ve cost a fortune,” he holds up the comic books.

“What? All I did was write on little pieces of paper and-”

“Babe.”

“I know! I’m joking, on to the next please,” you coo and kiss his cheek.

He huffs and unravels the next gift, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears. He slowly flips through the pages of the beautiful scrap book you made for him. He comes across a page where it was you, your dad and him in multiple photos. He lets tears slip form his eyes and glances at you with softened eyes, “Y/n,” he mutters.

“Larb you,” you kiss his cheek. He places the scrapbook aside and pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“I larb you more,” he sighs.

“I thought that was our thing,” May pouts, causing everyone to chuckle at her comment.

“It can be our thing too,” Peter teases. “Is that all?” he sniffles, glancing back at you.

“One more thing,” you smile cheekily.

“Oh man,” he sighs, placing his forehead on your shoulder. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Morgan,” you look up, running your hands through Peter’s curls. She grins and grabs the last small box, bringing it to Peter.

He looks up and smiles, silently thanking her. “You want to help me open it?” he asks her. She nods and sits on his lap, helping him pull away the ribbon. As they both do so, the box falls and reveals the gift your mom once gifted your dad, then to you. Peter covers his mouth, “No, I can’t-”

“Peter,” you shake your head.

He sniffs once again, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks as he glances at the glass case with your dad’s arc reactor inside. He glances down at the words surrounding the arc reactor, “Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart,” he sobs.

You glance up seeing that your mom smiles sadly, wiping away some tears. “Happy birthday,” you repeat, kissing his cheek.

“Why are you giving this to me?” he stammers, hugging Morgan back as she hugs him close, nuzzling her head into his neck.

“Mom, Morgan and I already have many parts of dad with us. You don’t have as much and we all know how much he meant to you. You really are a part of our family too Peter, and I felt like you deserved this. Now you can see that his heart also belongs with you,” you smile warmly, cupping his cheek and wiping his tears away.

Everyone watches the heart-touching moment unravel, a sad yet understanding smile appearing on their faces. “I love you. I love all of you, and you,” he pokes Morgan’s nose, causing her to giggle.

“We love you too Peter,” everyone chimes in.

“I love you more,” you whisper, kissing his nose.

“I love you 3000,” Morgan pouts, playing with his shirt. You and Peter look at each other with sad smiles.

“I love you 3000 too.”

tagging some mutuals who might be interested! @ariistotles @cosmicholland @petersholland @tonguetiedholland @theamazingtomholland @tombrina @spideyyeet @toms-gf @peterspideysstuff @chloecreatesfictions @mcdwcman @hollandsrecs @the-salty-asian @fallinfortom @hermayone @allegra-writes @waitimcomingtoo @futuremrspcy @dreamofaprilsblog @t-lostinmendes @musicalkeys @icyhollands @beverlyparkerr @marvelhoesworld

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fluffyxai · 4 years

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This doesn't really have a purpose, it was a silly doodle and I never finished it but I kept seeing it in my unfinished pics folder and I always thought it had potential so decided to go back and fix it up heh.

I love playing with scenes from the jungle book. Changing details about the scenes and explore how they would play out differently. This one was just a silly little idea based around the idea of what if the one playing the Bagheera of the scene and trying to rescue their friend failed to wake up the captured companion X3

And sometimes it's just fun to come back to Kaa. As much as I love more original snakes, the ol' disney boy is a classic, and he's just an entertaining character X3

"Hehe~ He won't BE here in the morning..." came a voice from somewhere behind Fluttershy, after she'd muttered something about coming back in the morning to check on the animals she had just taken to a new home at the edge of the Everfree forest.

Hearing this voice, the yellow pegasus turned to see her escort, Spirit Wind, wrapped up in the twisting coils of a certain Everfree snake she had met once before. She knew of this snake and his special magic, and she could see that Spirit had fallen under the snake's powerful spell, as he had a big plastic smile across his face and his eyes were flashing with colourful rings that flowed outwards from the middles. How this snake had even managed to capture the pony without her knowing he was even there was surprising.

Fluttershy yelled "KAA! Wait!" and leapt up to try and save her coltfriend. Fluttershy would never be known to harm an animal, even a sly, hungry snake like Kaa, but she simply jumped to action out of desperation to save her Spirit. A good hard shove on the long neck of the serpent was not enough to cause him to drop the stallion, however, but it did get his attention.

Kaa frowned as he advanced on Fluttershy, whose face fell into a fearful look as she stumbled back. She only found herself tripping over the snake's coils which were littering the ground, and felt them suddenly wrap around her. The little pony squeaked out a meek yelp, but couldn't do anything before in a moment she was held in the grasp of the thick, muscly coils.

"You shouldn't have done that, little pony..." Kaa began to speak threateningly towards Fluttershy, irritated by the interruption. She looked over the snake's shoulder at her coltfriend who was still trapped in the twisting grip of the snake's long tail. As Kaa looked right into her eyes, she saw rings of a different colour shift into each eye. In that moment, part of her just wanted to stop and watch what happened next, because she knew what was coming and remembered deep down how nice it would feel. But she closed her eyes before the snake could cast his manipulating spell on her, refusing to look into his eyes so that she wouldn't be hypnotised!

But all it took was one short command from Kaa. "Look me in the eye when I'm ssspeaking to you," he hissed, and Fluttershy found her eye instinctively opening to look at the snake, and found herself gazing into the shifting rings of colour flowing through his eyes. She immediately felt strange, dizzy and weak, and a smile already began to fight its way onto her face; partially a nervous smile, partially because of the warm and comfortable feeling coming over her, and what she knew was going to happen.

"P- Please… Kaa..." Fluttershy pleaded desperately. But it was too late.

"Both eyes… if you please." Kaa hissed, and before he even finished his command, the pony's stubborn other eye sprung open eagerly.

As colours enveloped Fluttershy's vision, the poor little pony felt her every thought drifting away as she became very relaxed. And soon she too was smiling widely, caught under the snake's spell.

It was up to her to save Spirit… he had been caught by the snake, and was now trapped in his coils and happily under Kaa's hypnotising magic. He needed Fluttershy to save him, but now her hooves hung down from the coils limply and helplessly as a big smile crossed her face. She couldn't move, all she wanted to do was stare into Kaa's eyes now. She was supposed to be fighting, supposed to be stopping Kaa and helping Spirit, but she just… couldn't. Fluttershy couldn't even think at all now. She was completely under his power.

Kaa smirked and flicked his tongue out. He had now defeated both the tasty little ponies, and there was nothing the helpless creatures could do to save themselves now. Nothing anypony could do.

Not unless another friend happened to come flying by right at this moment, that is.

#Fluttershy #Spirit Wind #Kaa #snake #hypnosis #coils #coiling #coiled #wrapped #wrapping #swirly eyes #comic #mlp #pony #pegasus #earth pony #smiling #forest

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