#hannah’s speaks

[apollos-boyfriend]

i put way too much effort into this

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Is This For Real

Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader 

Earth 42!Miles Morales x black!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Langauge, mentions of death, and mentions of violence

Requested: yes 

Anon: Prowler Miles Morales and the reader findsnout and its a bit of angst but quickly switches to fluff

Anon:  Prowler Miles Morales where reader finds out hes the prowler!!! please🙏🏾

Anon:  Hi! I have an idea for a fanfic can you please do one with prowler Miles Morales x fem!reader where she finds out hes the prowler and he she gets upset because she thinks hes putting himself and harm but he also lied to her so then Miles just comforts her and reassures her and then they hang out!!

A/N: Ik I said this would be posted first thing in the morning but it’s finally here and honestly it’s not my favorite work but I felt I had to let it out into the world, my request are still open and I have some ideas of my own, I finally wanna try out the headcannon format, I’m gonna stop typing and let you read hopefully you like it. 

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Y/N watched the typing bubbles appear on her screen and then disappear. She groaned, tossing her phone down next to her on her bed. 

She’d been friends with Miles since middle school. He was her best friend and she thought she was his but lately it felt like he was avoiding her. 

I mean he couldn’t even respond to a text for god's sake. 

 She whined, throwing herself backward on her bed. She wanted to cry. 

Maybe she was pushing it too far, the mutual understanding of the feelings between them was something she’d made up and this was his way of letting her down not so gently. 

You know what? No, he doesn’t get to do this to me. She made up her mind rolling off her bed, she was going to confront him. 

Making her way to the apartment door, she slipped on a hoodie and the Jordans Miles bought her to match his. 

The entire chilly 2 block walk to his apartment complex she was fuming, but as she made her way up the stairs to apartment #16 the anger fizzled out and she was mostly just hurt. 

Knocking on the door she was quickly greeted by Rio. 

“Que pasa, mija?” She pulled her through the door by her arm. “What did my son do now?” 

Y/N just shook her head and assured her nothing was wrong. Rio told her she was called back into work for a double and Miles went out to run some errands with his uncle but he’d be back soon. 

She sighed, locking the door behind Rio before making her way to wait it out in Miles’ room. 

The nerves of the impending confrontation started to catch up with her. The fact that today could be the end of their years-long friendship was too much to handle. She paced around the room before settling on beating out her nerves on his punching bag.  

In the middle of her right hook, she heard a creaking sound on the fire escape before hearing a weirdly distorted voice. 

She whipped her head around to see Miles climbing through the window in a black and purple suit with a clawed hand. 

Her eyes widened as she realized she’d seen the suit on the news before coupled with the name the Prowler. 

She screamed as her mouth caught up with her brain and Miles was quick to cover her mouth with his non-gloved hand. 

Pushing him off of her, she ran across the apartment into the bathroom, and frantically locked the door. 

Her mind was running a million miles a second. How could this be real?  

“Y/N, open the door,” Miles begged in his normal voice trying the door knob. “I can explain.”

“Go away!” She yelled and he seemed to listen. 

This was still the Miles she had known since she was 12, he would never hurt her, even if he was running around in a purple suit like a lunatic. 

It took her exactly 3 minutes to finally calm down enough to open the door. When she did he was sitting on the ground next to the door frame in normal lounge clothes. 

He immediately stood up in front of her and began to explain how ever since his dad died his mom never had enough money no matter how much she worked so he turned to his uncle for help. 

“He introduced me to some dude named Kingpin and I did a couple jobs for him, that was supposed to be it, then I couldn’t get out.” He made sure to look her in the eyes so she would listen. “If I stopped he’d hurt my mom, he’d hurt you, I can’t let that happen,” 

She scoffed, moving to sit on the back of the couch. “I understand that you wanted to help but you still lied to me.” 

She sensed the change and repeatedly asked what was going on with him, told him “Y’know you can tell me anything right?”

“I didn’t lie, you never asked.”

His attempt to write this off on her only served to piss her off. 

“Because I shouldn’t’ve had to fucking ask!” She shouted, “You should’ve told me!” 

“I didn’t wanna tell you because I knew you’d act like this,” He admitted moving closer. 

“Act like what?” She implored. 

“Like the world is perfect and you have some moral high ground over everyone.”

“Look,” She started “I’m not stupid, I know Brooklyn is dangerous and people have to fucked up shit but-“ She cut herself off the words too hard to say out loud. 

She took in a deep breath speaking much quieter now “You’re gonna die, that’s the only outcome, you think you’re invincible and-“ She paused to take another breath. 

 “You don’t want me getting hurt but what about you? I’m just supposed to sit here and wait until I see your dead body on the news?” 

No matter how hard she tried to fight it, a tear managed to escape her eye. Soon enough she was fully crying into her hands, feeling dramatic and scared. 

Miles pulled her into a hug resting his chin on her head before pulling back to wipe away her tears. She sniffled, pressing her face back into his chest. 

“Don’t cry mami, I’m not going anywhere I promise” He rubbed your back mumbling “Too pretty to cry over me.”

She pretended not to hear the last part and instead asked for reassurance. “You pinky promise?” She looked up into his eyes waiting for his response. 

“I pinky promise,” He answered, linking his pinky finger with hers. 

He noticed her breathing become less choppy, her occasional sniffles died down, and her eyes were glassy but her cheeks were dry. 

“You good now?” 

She nodded her head wiping at her nose with her arm. 

“C’mere,” He said bringing her with him around the front of the couch he pulled her down to sit. 

She leaned into his side pulling the throw blanket across her legs as he opened Hulu turning on the Hunger Games. A movie he’d grown tired of after Y/N’s insistence on watching it every other time they hung out. 

As she watched Katniss stab a placemat to threaten Haymitch, Y/N felt eyes on her and lifted her head to find Miles watching her with a small smile. 

Returning the stare she could feel the tension as Miles placed his hand on her cheek. Her eyes slipped shut and she leaned into his palm before she felt his lips on hers. Pushing herself into the kiss she was grateful to finally have concrete reciprocation of her feelings. 

However, as she pulled away she only had one question on her mind. “Was that forreal or just to get me off your back?”

He chuckled as if the question was absurd or a joke. He pressed another quick peck to her lips before assuring her.

“This is forreal, ma it’s real.”

After the day she had Y/N couldn’t be sure about much but somehow she knew he wasn’t lying about this. 

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[the-one-who-lambs]

suddenly remembered I do digital art sometimes but only for evil

[downrightbooks]

Here’s your reminder that even Rohan thought that Tobias Hawthorne was awful.

(I love Rohan so much 🤭)

[rockrosethistle]

if Yellow Jacket Ethan saw the way Black Friday Ethan was talking about Hannah, he'd knock his teeth out.

[ludinusdaleth]

okay but my favorite thing between lud's official portrait & his mini is that his hand isnt just dead, it's literally warped bone into metal? like his gauntlet was fused? INCREDIBLY cool detail. one of the most unique designs one can come up with for a dead hand. the way it's a visual key for how he can't escape war, it's fused to his very marrow. he has made himself a soldier in this holy war to his very core - or was he made that way?

[gojonanami]

prof geto (4) tomorrow at 8 PM EST!

…there is gonna be a part 5

[inmyheaddd]

lowkey more excited for games untold because hannah and toby?!??? what actually happened in prague?!???

can november come any sooner

[heartcircus]

i don’t understand why kab wants zam to be her right-hand when hannah is right there…. like hasn’t hannah said multiple times before that she’s willing to protect kaboodle and wants to stick by her side for as long as she can

[lasshoe]

TED LASSO | 3.01

[sciderman]

can’t believe you’re British, your vibes are so american

i get that AAAALL the time, all the time. i don't know whether it's because most people are very americentric so just assume because i haven't peppered every sentence with the word "bloody" that i must be a yank

but i do get it all the time over here in the uk that i talk like an american, and it's definitely to do with all the cartoons and comics,, or,, as some old man once said to me "you watch too much hannah montana"

[apollos-boyfriend]

channah strictly eats meat/animal products bc of her connection to plants. cboomer only eats plants/plant products bc of their connection to animals. cpurpled will eat anything he can put in his mouth including but not limited to literal rocks and radioactive waste

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

HELLOO COULD I request earth 42 miles morales saving reader from someone who tried to kidnap them and what he does after? Hope ur havin a gud day

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Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader 

Earth 42!Miles Morales x black!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Langauge, mentions of death, a tiny bit of nudity, and mentions of violence

Requested: yes 

A/N: OKAY ONE REQUEST DOWN MANY MORE TO GO. I wrote most of this sleep deprived on a plane so it might not flow the best but I tried. Still wanna try out headcannons so I might use that format for another request. I'm almost at 200 followers tysm I might do a prompt list and blurb night type thing.

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“I’m gonna kill him.” Miles declared a little too calmly for Y/N’s liking. He looked for his shoes so he could get out of there. 

Her heart had finally slowed enough to process what had just happened, the adrenaline wearing off. 

Y/N worked the graveyard shift at a gas station a couple of blocks from her apartment complex. She had to save up for school and it rarely got busy that late. It wasn’t a bad deal. 

She emptied out the register, but before taking out the trash, she texted Miles to see how far he was. 

He always walked her home from work, however today she felt especially tired and Miles wasn’t answering his phone and it was barely a 10-minute walk to her apartment. 

What she hadn’t expected was for someone to try and grab her on the way home, Miles had shown up at the exact right time to scare him off. 

“Miles,” She called softly, using her voice to beg him to look at her. After a moment's hesitation, he finally looked over at her curled up at the edge of her bed. 

He was so angry he was shaking. He snapped at Y/N on the way to her apartment he wasn’t mad at her but he needed someone to be mad at. 

“Can you please come sit down?” She patted the spot on the bed beside her. He continued to pace around her room as if he were looking for something.

 “Miles,” she begged again. 

“I have to do something,” 

“Just sit down,” The shakiness in her voice seemed to get him to listen. She grabbed the hand closest to her and held it tightly in her own, before leaning into his side. 

She inhaled deeply, relaxing into his warmth and earthy scent.

“Don’t go, won’t change anything,”

“What would’ve happened if I wasn’t there?”

“But you were,” She reminded him. 

“You could’ve been killed or worse.” He said. “And you want me to just do nothing?” 

“I don’t want you to leave,” She countered. “Need you to stay with me,” 

“I’m so sorry I was late,” He kissed her hand. Miles rarely apologized even when he absolutely should so she knew he meant it. 

“Not your fault baby,” She mumbled into his shoulder to which he huffed incredulously. “I mean it.”

Instead of corroborating his innocence, he shed light on his thoughts.

 “I keep thinking about you dying and it’s all because I didn’t get to you fast enough.” He sighed. “I can’t lose you too.”

Ever since his father's passing Miles had some pretty big shoes to fill. Head of the house, the son of a late police captain, but never just a kid. 

Sucking in a breath Y/N immediately shifted her body to grab Miles’ face. She pressed his ear over her heart letting him listen to the continuous thump. 

“I’m alive,” She whispered for only him to hear. “I’m right here.” 

He twisted himself to hide his face in her chest and wrap his arms tightly around her waist, she ran her hands over the hair at the back of his head humming a song. Miles spoke up never moving his face “I’m supposed to be the one comforting you,” 

With a smile never stilling her hand movements she responded. “You don’t have to be a big macho man all the time you know?” 

He finally released her with a small dismissive yeah. She pushed herself off the edge of her bed with a groan, bending backward to stretch her back. Miles leaned back on his elbows to watch her. 

She made her way over to her dresser before he sat up and then spoke up. “Where you going?” 

“I wanna take a shower,” She answered grabbing a plain cotton shirt and some underwear. “I feel dirty,” 

He seemed content with her answer and leaned back on his elbows again. “Will you come with me?”

He raised his eyebrow suggestively before she laughed and threw the shirt at him.

 “Not like that,” She clarified “You’ll just sit there. I don’t wanna be alone.” 

He nodded grabbing the shirt off his chest before following her to the bathroom. 

The stuffy humid air surrounded Miles as he sat patiently on her toilet seat. 

“You still here?” You called over the running water. 

“Yeah babe, still here.” 

“Can you talk to me?” 

“What’you want me to say?” 

“I dunno,” She shrugged despite the fact he couldn’t see her behind the shower curtain. “Just tell me about your day,” 

He told her about how in AP BIO they did fetal pig dissections and he got to cut into the brain. By the end of his spiel, she was listening to the creaky twisting of the knob to turn the water off. After asking for the towel she was making him turn around so she could get dressed shushing him before he could make an offhand comment. 

He followed her back to her room pulling her comforter back so she could slip in. The second she hit the cool sheets her eyes fluttered shut, sleep dragging her down. He tucked her in, and before he moved to grab her bonnet she gripped his arm keeping him still. 

“Don’t go home” 

“I won’t, I’m just gonna grab your bonnet, swear,” 

“Mhm,” She agreed, releasing his arm and curling in on herself. 

He slipped into the bed next to her wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back into his chest. She let out a hum of discomfort before turning to face him, her eyes still shut. 

Miles stayed still watching her until her breathing evened out and her body relaxed. Shuffling onto his side to reach into his pocket he pulled his phone out pausing when she stirred at the noise. 

Opening the messages app he swiped on his uncle's contact texting him 

Some white guy in Bushwick green civic and skull neck tattoo. Call me when you find him. 

Shutting his phone off with a click he readjusted himself. 

Y/N could say whatever she wanted he was going to kill that man.  

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[autistic-lesbianism]

I have another headcanon I made a while back for Butterfly Duo (Tommy & Hannah)

While Tommy was in exile, Hannah would often bring flowers and they would make flower crowns while just talking, sometimes even allowing Ranboo to make some with them. It’s one of the only things Dream hasn’t found and burned/blown up

[chbsnooze]

If the PIPER MCLEAN couldn’t pull of breaking percybeth you’ve got nothing Hanna

[abeautifulrayofsunshine]

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