This is a cute little hairstyle I made :) It’s one of the first hairs I made, and it turned out pretty cute. I’m sorry that the texture on the buns is a little bit weird because I’m terrible at UV-mapping, but it’s still cute!
Prompt Request: ‘Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and she has powers or whatever, and they team up with Michelle and cool stuff. With fluff.’ Requested by @iamaquackson
Peter Parker x Stark!
a class trip, a masked figure attacks, leaving Spider-man and Michelle to swoop in and save the day; with a little help from daddy.
(Stark) Reader is thrown into the mix when she follows the two outside in an
attempt to offer help, forgetting that she’s far more fragile than she thinks.
This is the first Reader is seeing of Michelle’s abilities. Reader’s feelings
for Peter cause her to make some rash decisions. Peter’s feelings for reader
get him in trouble with feisty Stark girl. Fluff included.
Peter and friends are now late into senior year.
Words: 3.6k Warnings: Violence?
The menacing figure in the exoskeleton suit released another
chilling cackle, hovering far above the smoking debris that lined the street. He
had come out of nowhere, swooping in, crouched low on a high-tech hover board, a
trail of exhaust in its wake, to drop a series of explosives in front of the
New York Hall of Science. The line of buses just outside the entrance now lay
in disarray and various stages of destruction; one had even managed an
impressive aerial display, turning completely end over end several times before
crashing down on the steps leading into the Science Hall. Said buses had been
emptied of Midtown Highs students only moments before; the drivers hadn’t been
Inside of the hall, the touring group of Midtown students
crouched low, taking cover where ever they could in response to the attack;
panic in their eyes, distress in the voices that filled the air. A few students
and chaperones had been loitering around the entrance, the shock of the blast
shattering the glass of the windows and doors, littering the atrium with
glittering shards, leaving the unfortunate few with glistening wounds on their
Three students had managed
to make their way into the bulk of the exhibits, finding their way through to
the rear entrance of the building and escaping out onto the street.
Three students who now huddled behind a couple of dumpsters,
one of which was now furiously ripping clothing from his body to get at the red
and blue suit underneath.
“Michelle, please take her back inside, Mr. Stark will kill
me if something happens to her,” half of his words coming out slightly muffled
as he worked to pull his mask over his face. To say you were a little miffed
with Peter for talking about you like you weren’t standing right in front of
him was an understatement, even with the current state of events.
“Why don’t you take
her back inside, boy wonder,” Michelle spat back quickly, sounding irritated
for an entirely different reason.
Peter threw both hands in the air at her, “Michelle, please,
enough with the macho thing.”
“Hey, you make it easy for me,” she retorted, swinging her
bag from her shoulder, flipping it open and rummaging through its contents.
Peter’s shoulders slumped and he threw his head back
dramatically, “Why did I agree to
“Because you need my help and I’m smarter than you are.” She
continued to rummage; Peter growing more antsy: he began to bounce back and
forth on both feet.
“You are not
smarter.” He looked at you then to back him up, looking away again quickly upon
noticing the scowl on your face, the hands on your hips ready for
his next comment on your ability to make decisions for yourself. He turned back
to Michelle instead.
“You’re going to have to pick up the pace a bit,” he was
practically vibrating with urgency and nerves, “buses burning, not sure if
people are on them, crazy guy flying around in the sky in a creepy mask, can’t
wait, you know, emergency.”
“Either you really don’t trust me with your baby or you actually took my advice and banged Sheriff Hot Buns.”
“Would you shut up for two seconds and listen to me? I’m in real trouble here, Jo,” I hiss and wave at Mary Jo Bristel across the parking lot. She shakes her head and returns the wave before climbing into her car.
“He was shitty, wasn’t he? Damn. It’s always the pretty ones who are all talk and no thrust.”
“I didn’t have sex with the Sheriff!” I shout and then cringe because Nelson Harris has halted on the stoop of his general goods store to gawk at me for a moment before he purses his lips and hurries back inside the building that’s in desperate need of a new coat of paint.
Requests: Headcanons about Armin after puberty hits him like a freight train and suddenly he’s Erwin 2.0?? - from anon Warnings: Slightly NSFW for like two seconds at the end? Author’s note: I’m trash for this please help.
❀ He hasn’t cut his hair since his cadet days, so his bangs are a little long. He always has to blow them out of his face.
❀ He gets frustrated when he puts his hair in a bun or ponytail but his bangs still fall out. Stupid bangs.
❀ He’s absolutely ripped.
❀ Buns of steel.
❀ Abs of steel.
❀ Everything is harder than steel.
❀ Can I say growth spurt? Like a full fifteen centimeters taller.
❀ Broad shoulders.
❀ I feel like he would have just picked up Eren and tossed him over his shoulder on more than one occasion if Eren was being a little shit and needed to step away from the situation but wouldn’t.
❀ His voice gets so much lower? You wouldn’t even recognize it.