Same Here @glaciertea . It's My First Time Tagged In Something Like This -3-

Same here @glaciertea . It's my first time tagged in something like this -3-

I only go there for memes, outfit ideas and recipies. That's literally it-

Anyways tags:

@lazyjellyfish300 @yougavemeyourheartyouknow and anyone who wants to join.

Sorry for the lack of tags I'm just a lonely being :(

how does pinterest see you?

search up fashion, pantone, mood, food, and then save the first picture that comes up.

ty @mrs-lockley for the tag 🫶🏽 (i am so behind on other tag games but i couldn't resist)

tagging @lunar-ghoulie @flowerpotmage @cositsamarvelfan @virtie333 if you'd like

I need more Miguel x Assassin! Reader 😭😭

I hate you. You hate me. (Right?)

Miguel O'Hara x Gn!Black Cat Assassin!Reader

For my dear @hikaru-sama ILY POOKIE 🖤🖤 this was actually really fun to write!! Thank you for this idea!!

Synopsis/original request: "Assassin! Reader patching up Miguel when he gets hurt from his Spiderman shenanigans and Miguel patching up Reader when they get hurt on a mission. (They're also done with everyone's shit 😭😭)" Word count 1.5k

CW: BLOOD, ASSASSIN, MENTION OF KILLING, NEEDLE, STITCHES, INJURY, LIGHT ANGST, FLUFF, MILD VIOLENCE, READER HAS EMOTIONAL ISSUES

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You couldn't have predicted what life events would have led you to this rather unconventional career choice. But, with over a decade of bottled up anger, sense of vengeance, and satisfaction for beating folks up, it only seemed natural that you wound up as a hit person.

Black Cat Assassin for hire.

Because everyone knows you're in for bad luck when a black cat crosses your path. Or, something to that effect. Close enough to how the old superstition went, right? You're not sure, you came up with the marketing yourself. It's not easy running a one person band.

Offing people wasn't exactly difficult for you. You took out a couple woman beaters, corrupt public servants, people who abused their power and preyed on the vulnerable.

As long as the checks cleared and the hefty rent for your expensive penthouse could be made every month, you really didn't care.

And when this so called Green Goblin approached you about this next unlucky victim, you eyed the back of his head through your pair of binoculars clutched over your masked eyelids, blinking when you noticed it looked like he was shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

He appears to be injured, judging by the numerous pill bottles, large opened sudoku puzzle book, ice pack, and science documentary he had on, he definitely was.

Too easy.

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Inside the large apartment, Miguel sucks in air through his teeth with muttered strings of cursings flying freely from his breath.

He broke his ass(not literally, a bruised coccyx) while fighting an anomaly.

Never answer your gizmo mid leap when you're trying to grapple to another side of a building, talons slipping and he came down with a crash. Despite being endowed with extra cushion back there, it did little to prevent the tender bruising that was causing him all sorts of discomfort for the time being.

Despite having a quicker healing ability than non-Spidey civilians, this injury sure was taking its sweet fucking time, making sure to rub salt in the wound while it was on its way out the door with its middle finger raised for good measure.

Between anomalies, his busted ass, his neighbors that sound like they're getting divorced on the floor above him, and the back to back spam notifications of that annoying group chat Pav and Hobie stuck him in, he is done with everyone's shit.

Miguel tries to get his mind off it with puzzles and scientific documentaries to no avail, until an unwelcome interruption slinks its way into his living room.

Crash.

You hiss as you dodge the lamp he chucks at you. A scowl on your face as you cower in the corner. That Green freak didn't tell you that your victim was a goddamn SPIDER UNIT and 6'9!?

Miguel smirks at this would be killer. You're smaller than him, and rather cute. Whoever hired you to be his masked killer really should make sure they signed a return policy, for this sad, sad attempt on his life you're currently making.

"Stop it, you." Miguel glares, lightly wincing at a silver of pain that runs through his backside. He stares at you with those cool red eyes. "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare." You spit back, unsheathing a pocket knife as you start to gallop towards him, wielding the blade.

Miguel groans in annoyance but skillfully weaves around you, dodging the jabs of your weapon. He can't help but let a giggle escape with how frustrated you're getting when none of them land.

"Hold still, you bastard!" You growl, pausing momentarily to catch your breath. You hadn't exactly rehearsed for this. Usually these things don't take very long. And he's just not cooperating.

"Cat has claws." Miguel smirks.

Now, why is he looking at you like that. The rugged charm of his smile disarms you, but only momentarily when you snap back into kill mode, smug look quickly smeared off his face when you pounce.

"Hey!"

He smirks again from above you as you writhe and squirm in his hold on the ground as he tries to wiggle the knife from your gloved hand. You screech and he gasps as the knife crashes a short distance away.

Miguel looks down at you, eyes widening when he sees the deep, red gash in your arm that's begun to bleed. You shoot him a glare, then your attention turns to the oozing wound he's staring at.

You softly whimper, a shaky hand coming to stifle the blood flow, hissing again when Miguel grabs your forearm.

"Don't touch it." He says firmly. You pout cutely back at him and he can't help the corner of his mouth that turns upwards again. "Can the angry cat put their claws away for 5 minutes while I patch you up?"

And so, you twitched as you sat in front of him on the couch, a strangled growl escaping you each time his needle plunged through the ripped skin. Piecing you back little by little. He takes notice of your grumped expression and casually asks you some more questions, but not about why you came here today to wipe him out, trying to keep the conversation light so as not to set off your hair trigger temper once again.

You turn your nose up at him at first, then when he remarks that his co-workers don't understand what quiet mode means on his watch, proceeding to blow it up anyway so he had a million pointless memes to scroll through when he turned it off, you take that as invitation start opening up about your gripes with life in general.

How your landlord is a douche and likes to nickel and dime you for everything, how Nueva York's skyrocketing rent is a problem, how your cousin won't return your air fryer they keep borrowing, how adulthood sucks and that you ended up turning to a life of crime just to put food on the table and deal with your anger issues instead of going to therapy. How you, too, are done with everyone's shit.

Miguel listens, a faint trace of amusement trying to poke its way onto his face. You were definitely a criminal, but a misguided one. Maybe you could redirect your moral compass if you only had the right set of cards in front of you and the right person to steer you back. Miguel realizes he's letting his mind get ahead of him and tries to shake it off.

"So, you broke your butt?" You try not to snicker at the doctor's note you can't help but nosily read that's on his coffee table.

"Bruised coccyx." Miguel corrects, wincing as he shifts his position before he resumes stitching you up.

"Well, there's your problem, silly. You're not even using your donut they gave you."

Before he can protest, you reach across the couch, opening up the box for the prescription donut, noticing it's an inflatable. Miguel's expression softens as you take it out, slowly blowing it up for him while he continues stitching your arm. The longest glimpse he's gotten all throughout this strange encounter of this kind nature you had that you hid deep down.

He allows you to continue inflating it, while he pieces you back together in silence. Both turning your full attention to the new documentary that starts to play on his TV about genetics in cats. A topic that particularly piques your interest in light of your assassin moniker and costume choice, to his faint amusement.

At the conclusion of your stitches and his seating doughnut and fresh ice pack, you clear your throat, not exactly used to niceties given your rough reputation.

"So, uh, thanks for the stitches, Spidey." You pause. "I'm still supposed to kill you though."

Miguel chuckles, shifting his weight on his doughnut, the ache under much better control now thanks to your assistance. "Go right ahead."

He leans back, knowing damn well that attempt number two is going to have the same outcome as the first.

"Stop doing that." You grumble in humiliation, turned away with a sigh.

"What?" Miguel hums, still satisfied at your inability to do the job and in his rightful place on top.

"Stop making me like you."

Miguel pauses, unsure of what you mean. If you're even alluding to that, then he's gotta shut it down now. I mean, you did try and kill him. You're a criminal no matter how you slice it. He changes the subject away from what he really was about to say in response to your last statement.

"I still need to turn you into the police."

You slink away, heart a little stabbed at the humanity he showed you for the past hour or two, only to rip it away when you saw he truly just viewed you as a delinquent.

Instead of a victim of circumstance, just set on the wrong path with poor coping skills for the shitty hand you were dealt, leaping out of the window before he can stop you.

Miguel goes to yell "Wait!" but you're already well on your way, a brief glimpse of a shooting blur of black and white as you effortlessly glide away, a faint sense of admiration for you in his heart he knows that he's not going to forget all too easily.

His attention is turned to a strange piece of paper on his coffee table he didn't recognize before, lips turning into a smile when he sees your phone number scribbled across it.

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@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

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MY CONTENT AND MINORS

By the Spanish Penal code, article 186 reads as follows:

Artículo 186. El que, por cualquier medio directo, vendiere, difundiere o exhibiere material pornográfico entre menores de edad o incapaces, será castigado con la pena de prisión de seis meses a un año, o multa de seis a doce meses.

(Article 186. In that, in any direct way, selling, spreading or exhibiting pornographic material between minors or incapable, will be punished by prison from 6 months to 1 year, or a fine of 6 to 12 months)

That is the law in Spain (Yes, we do exist Americans) from the official Official State Gazette from Spain.

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Why I will not put "MDNI" on my account

Before you attack me, PLEASE READ EVERYTHING.

As much I want to protect kids, I cannot control who views my content. My content is directed towards young adults to adults since there will be very heavy topics discussed on my account.

However as muchas I put "MDNI" in my bio or anywhere, minors can still interact and even lie about their age (and let's be real here, we all did lie at least once about our age on the internet). That's why I deem it unnecessary to put it if many minors will ignore it.

That said, I will always add warnings if I write NSFW or sensitive topics, then, the reader is fully responsible if they decide to continue reading. If there's a missing tag or a missing warning, please tell me so I can correct it.

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My experience with unrestricted internet

I grew up with unrestricted internet since my mother was barely home and I grew up without a father so the internet was my only friend.

Before I remodeled my tumblr account I was on other social media and interacted with sexual content as a minor. It was mostly hentai comics and NSFW art. Sometimes I saw the "MDNI" and I ignored it. Yes, no sugarcoating the truth or shifting blame. The blame was mine for ignoring them and I would like to apologize for that, as I know it could've made people uncomfortable but as I lied about my age, no one knew it.

So I apologize for ignoring the "MDNI" and lying about my age, I was 100% in the wrong and take all the blame.

And that's what the problem is, even if you put "MDNI" you never know who is a minor a who is not. That's why I deem it useless and instead put warnings beforehand. Then the responsibility falls to the reader if they interact with it.

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If you do not understand something about this, feel free to ask, I will answer any of your doubts.

2 days...

Cw: Sewer slide. (Not the fun kind :( )

Miguel trying to kill himself touch and have sex with her.

And Reader trying to prevent his death to save herself from a fate worse than death.

And Miggy resorts to the occult :D

I need to start deleting my docs app when I get high because what is high me thinking about ⁉️

EVERYONE THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

I REPEAT.

THIS IN NOT A DRILL.

TALES THE SONGS WEAVE BY @glaciertea JUST UPDATED ON AO3 (I saw the notification just now 👉👈)

ANYWAYS I WILL REBLOG WITH MY THOUGHTS ON IT-

OMG I AM CRYING OF HAPPINESS- THERE IS A GOD AFTER ALL.