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Furnace Repair or Replacement? Professional Tips for You

Summary:

How do you know when your furnace needs a repair or replacement? This article examines the difference between needing a furnace repair vs. furnace replacement.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Signs That Indicate You Need Furnace Repair

1. Frequent Breakdowns

2. Strange Noises or Smell

3. Inefficient Heating

4. Higher Utility Bills

When Replacement Becomes the Better Option?

1. Age of the Furnace

2. Increased Energy Bills

3. Poor Air Quality

Cost Analysis of Furnace Repair vs. Replacement

Factors to Consider When Making the Decision

1. Age of the Furnace

2. Furnace Cost

3. Efficiency and Performance

Conclusion

Introduction

As the temperature drops and the heating season kicks in, every homeowner is expected to know a few basic furnace repair tips in case their heating system breaks down. A reliable furnace is crucial to home comfort and indoor air quality. So when your furnace starts showing signs of wear and tear, you’re faced with a decision – repair or replace?

While furnace repair can often get your heater up and running again, there may come a time when repair is no longer the efficient or cost-effective option; therefore, a furnace replacement must be considered.

In this article, we will share professional tips to help you make an informed decision, including signs that indicate it’s time to replace your furnace, factors to consider when deciding between repair and replacement, and expert advice on how to extend the lifespan of your furnace.

Signs That Indicate You Need Furnace Repair

1. Frequent Breakdowns

If your heating system breaks down frequently, it is a sign that it needs maintenance and repair. Frequent breakdowns without proper repair and maintenance service will eventually damage your system beyond repair and, in the meantime, add up in repair costs.

For older systems, heater repairs are relatively easy; finding replacement parts is a different story entirely. When the amount of parts that need to be replaced hits a certain point, it starts to make more sense to replace the system.

Frequent service calls indicate accumulated wear and tear, poor cleaning, or internal component damage. Either way, calling a heating expert ensures you avoid the problem and return your heater to a more reliable setting.

2. Strange Noises or Smell

A common symptom of furnace problems is strange noises or smells coming from the heating unit. If you notice that your furnace makes noises resembling those of a jet engine or an unbalanced washing machine or changes to its typical sound, then it may be a sign that your system is faulty.

Common causes of strange furnace sounds are:

Blower motor failure

Off-balance blower wheel

Issues with the exhaust motor

Loose ductwork causing banging or tearing sounds.

Burnt odors and other strange smells should also not be discounted, as they usually indicate a safety issue with your heating system. Most strange smells from your heater can often be traced back to its electrical components or power source. It could be melting electrical wires or a gas leak.

Common culprits are:

Blower motor failure

Furnace control board malfunction

Issues with electrical wiring

Gas leak

3. Inefficient Heating

If your heater is having trouble maintaining the temperature you have set on your thermostat or you notice that some parts of your home are not as warm as others, it is a symptom of a faulty heating system.

Uneven and inefficient heating could indicate several issues with your heating system, such as poor communication between the thermostat and heater, inadequate insulation, or ductwork problems. Whatever the issue, you must have it checked out immediately or spend your entire winter in the one room where the heating is regular.

4. Higher Utility Bills

It is normal for utility bills to increase slightly during winter as your heater works overtime to ensure your home temperature is comfortable and safe for your family’s needs. However, if you notice an astronomical hike instead of a slight increase, it may be a sign that your heater is inefficient and needs maintenance.

Common culprits for higher utility bills include:

Leaking ductwork

Age of the system

Thermostat issues

When Replacement Becomes the Better Option?

The average furnace can last 15 to 20 years with proper repair and maintenance. However, here are some signs that a furnace replacement is needed.

1. Age of the Furnace

The average lifespan of a furnace is 15 to 20 years. If your furnace has surpassed or is nearing this age, it might be time to start looking for a replacement. Older furnaces are less efficient and prone to frequent breakdowns, making them money-draining pits.

With furnace replacement, you will benefit from improved features such as advanced filtration systems and programmable thermostats. Modern thermostats are also more efficient, require less maintenance, and lower operational costs.

2. Increased Energy Bills

If you notice a significant increase in your energy bills without a corresponding increase in the usage of your heating system, it could be due to inefficient furnace operation. The more complex your furnace works to provide the appropriate temperature for your home, the more energy it uses, hiking up your utility bills.

While you may be tempted to repair some components of your system, upgrading the system and saving money on unnecessary repairs is better.

3. Poor Air Quality

Your furnace plays a significant role in your home’s overall air quality. If you notice an increase in dust, soot, or humidity, it could be because your furnace cannot filter air properly. A new furnace with an advanced filtration system can significantly improve air quality.

Maintaining good indoor air quality is essential for the health and comfort of your family. An old furnace will struggle to filter out contaminants effectively, accumulating dust, pollen, and allergens. Upgrading to a new heater can significantly improve indoor air quality.

Cost Analysis of Furnace Repair vs. Replacement

Furnace repair and replacement are essential activities in the lifespan of the average furnace. While repair maintains the system’s performance and efficiency, replacement is necessary when repair becomes inefficient.

The general rule of thumb is that if repair costs are up to or more than 50% of the cost of a new furnace, you should opt for a replacement. The cost of repair and replacement might vary depending on the type, model, and condition of your furnace. You should also consider the availability and price of parts and labor.

Another consideration is the potential and long-term cost savings from getting an energy-efficient furnace. These furnaces can lower utility bills, reducing unnecessary financial burdens.

For a proper cost analysis of furnace repair and replacements, you should work closely with expert heating contractors on potential tax rebates, incentives, and financing options that can lessen the burden of getting a new furnace.

Furnace Repair Costs:

Diagnostic Fee: $200-$2,000 (Depending on the technician and location. At Klondike Air we are only $89!)

Parts and Labor: $100-$1,500 (depending on the types and quality of parts)

Total Repair Cost: $200-$5,000

Furnace Replacement Costs:

New Furnace Cost: $5,000-$10,000 (depending on the type, size, and efficiency of the furnace)

Installation Labor Cost: $4,000-$8,000 (depending on the complexity of the installation and labor rates)

Permits and Inspections: $100-$500 (depending on local regulations and requirements)

Total Replacement Cost: $9,100-$18,500 

*These are just estimates. Your actual cost may vary.

Factors to Consider When Making the Decision

1. Age of the Furnace

Before choosing between repair and replacement, consider the furnace’s age. If it is close to or over 15 years old, consider upgrading it instead of repairing it.

2. Furnace Cost

Perform a cost-benefit analysis comparing the repair cost to the price of a new furnace. If the repair cost exceeds 50%, investing in a new furnace is the better option. However, repairing the damaged component is more cost-effective if the price is lower.

3. Efficiency and Performance

Evaluate your furnace’s efficiency and performance. If it struggles to heat your home properly or results in high utility bills, you should have a heating expert propose solutions.

Conclusion

Furnace repair or replacement? The correct answer depends on the situation’s complexity and the costs of various other factors, including labor, permits, new systems, and more. Deciding is more complex than you can imagine, so you need a heating expert to help you decide. Contact Klondike Air immediately for a quote. This blog was originally published at https://klondikeair.com/furnace-repair-vs-replacement-tips/

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Heatwave: How Furnace Repair Service Keeps Your Home Comfortable

As we transition into the colder months, a functional furnace becomes critical for maintaining comfort within our homes. However, we often overlook the need for regular maintenance and repair, only to realize its importance when our furnace starts malfunctioning in the middle of a bone-chilling night. In such situations, professional furnace repair in Winter Haven, FL, can be a lifesaver. This blog explains how regular repair services can ensure the uninterrupted comfort of your home, even during the harshest of winters.

1. Ensuring Consistent Heat Distribution

A well-maintained furnace offers consistent heat distribution, keeping every corner of your house comfortably warm. Over time, regular wear and tear can cause imbalances in heat distribution. Professional services correct these imbalances, ensuring a uniform temperature throughout your home.

2. Reducing Energy Bills

A malfunctioning furnace can lead to increased energy consumption and higher utility bills. Regular repair services can keep your furnace in optimal condition, ensuring energy efficiency and lower bills.

3. Prolonging Furnace Life

With regular maintenance and repair, the life expectancy of your furnace can be significantly extended. This not only saves you from the hefty furnace installation cost in Winter Haven, FL, but also ensures a warm and cozy environment in your home.

4. Preventing Unexpected Breakdowns

The last thing you want on a winter evening is your furnace breaking down. Regular repair and maintenance services can identify potential problems early, preventing unexpected breakdowns and the need for heating replacement in Auburndale, FL.

In conclusion, investing in regular repair services is crucial to ensuring a comfortable and cozy home during the winter months. Remember, it’s always better to prevent problems than to deal with them during a cold night.

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Exploring the Benefits and Applications of Ground Granulated Blast Furnace Slag (GGBFS)

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart, Chapter 11 (Alastor x Married!Reader)

Chapter Trigger Warnings: Domestic violence

AN: I reward you for surviving the trauma with fluff.

Masterlist AO3 KoFi

The floor in front of your closet was cold and hard under you, but you didn’t mind it. It felt soothing to your aching muscles. In your lap, you held a hatbox, covered in a generous layer of grainy dust. 

Bright morning sunlight washed over your back from the bedroom window, warming you in stark contrast. It would be a few hours, if that, until the house was once again warmed by the furnace and spring’s pleasant weather. 

After brushing the dust off, you opened the box to the nicest hat you owned, making sure it was just as you remembered it being when you had last stored it away. It wasn’t something you wore often. Laurence wanted it kept nice for special occasions. 

Nodding to yourself, you replaced the lid and cleaned the dust from the box better with a damp rag. It wasn’t likely that Laurence would notice it had been cleaned. He wasn’t one to get into your closet, but the risk was there. 

You tucked it into your bag along with the bright orange shawl you hated. It was too big, too bright and drew attention. It had to be clean to keep the dust off the shawl. Risks had to be taken. 

That’s why you brought it. You didn’t draw attention. You didn’t like to be noticed. That was your disguise. No one would realize it was you, bright and drawing attention to yourself as you walked down the street. They would convince themselves it was someone else. 

You felt like a mischievous child as you crept down the stairs. The house was empty, but you still crept for fear Laurence may have snuck back in. It was silly; you knew you would have heard his car, but the fear was there just the same. The floorboards creaked under your weight every few steps as you crossed the living room and opened the door. 

Bright sunlight washed the street and birds sung. It was a perfectly normal day outside of your home while you were preparing to do something so very not perfectly normal. 

You took a deep breath as you closed and locked the door. Laurence had left exactly an hour ago, and you had spent most of that time covering the fading bruise on your face with makeup. Joints and muscles still ached, screaming at times in pain, but that was nothing compared to how your ribs felt when you moved wrong. 

“I’m not doing anything wrong.” 

You whispered it again and again, trying to convince yourself as you locked the door. The words were a silent prayer as you walked down the sidewalk, words accented by the soft click clacking of your heels. 

You’d duck into the first alleyway and add the hat and flashy shawl. you told yourself. It helped to replay the plan you had concocted. Then you’d walk to where you would meet Alastor and get into his car, alone. 

Alone with a man who wasn’t your husband. 

You would go help him pick curtains. That was fine. There was nothing wrong with that. It was innocent.

So why did it feel like the start of an affair?

It surprised Alastor that he was actually looking forward to spending a few hours of the day in your company. Turning the idea over in his head, he couldn’t pull apart why he was looking forward to it. Finally, he settled on that it would do him good to have someone other than Mimzy to pass some time with. 

He couldn’t kill Laurence, Alastor knew that, but taking his wife right out from under his nose would feel like death to the clearly possessive man. It was clear as day, Laurence cared about the potential of losing his wife, feared it even. He’ll gamble her, barter her, give her away, but he feared actually losing her. 

Learning this bit of information came at a terrible cost, but Alastor was determined to make that up to you. Killing your husband to grant you your freedom wasn’t an option. Doing so would be sloppy, but Alastor could convince you to run away with him. 

He could hide you in his home for a few weeks or months. It’s not like Mimzy couldn’t help hook you up with some new identification. Sure, in the end he would break her heart, but she wouldn’t spend your nights getting beaten anymore. 

That was how he could save you. 

Maybe if he brought Mimzy in on the plan, she’d get off his ass about not having a partner for a while. He could even let her believe the game, too. 

Alastor leaned against the hood of his car, tucked deep in the dark alley with a simple white daisy twirling between his fingers. The flower spun this way and that as he ran his fingers back and forth. A white blur danced to the left. Then a white blur danced to the right. Then it went back again. 

It had caught his eye as he got into the car, off in his yard, growing all alone but standing proud in the patch of grass. Alastor remembered how tears gathered in your eyes when you admitted Laurence replaced the flowers he picked for her with the large over priced florist display. 

It had touched him that you preferred the flowers he had picked for you. The display your husband had brought was nothing less than impressive, yet you were left wanting the simplicity of a home picked arrangement. 

Absentmindedly, he spun the flower between his fingers as he waited until you turned the corner. He couldn’t help but laugh as he got sight of you, shawl high around your neck and shoulders, draped over you like you were trying to fight off a chill. You walked slunched, shoulders pulled high. 

“You look like you’re 80,” Alastor chuckled as you peeked up at him from under the most out-of-place bowl hat he had seen. 

“Good, no one will tell Laurence.” You gave him a tense smile as you slipped the shawl from your shoulders and stuffed it into your bag. 

Alastor reached out and plucked the hat from your head and held it out to you. “The current hat trends are ridiculous.” 

“They are,” you agreed and marveled at the fact that you didn’t feel like you had to. “Thankfully, I don’t have to wear them often.” 

“This is for you,” Alastor held out the single white flower for you. “Since my last floral offering was lost, this is easier to hide. A token of thanks for allowing me to patch you up.” 

You hesitated, hand longing to reach out for the flower for a moment. Alastor had worded it as if you had just misplaced the flowers, let them on a bench and forgotten to pick them up again. You knew he knew what had happened to them. You had told him yourself, tears running down your face as he wrapped bandages around your ribs. 

“I thought this outing was in exchange for that?” You gathered the courage to take the pretty little flower from him just the same. 

Alastor walked around the front of his car, making his way to the passenger side before looking at the building next to him. “I’ll get the door for you, but you’ll have to come around to this side to get in. The fit is a bit tight.”

You made your way past him, trying to ignore the way his hand grazed your lower back, acting as a barrier between you and the dirty wall though you had plenty of room. You held your breath as he opened the door for you, arm reaching out and boxing you in. 

There was nowhere to go but into the seat, Alastor was behind you and the door in front of you. It was the car or the wall and his arm stretched to the door, long fingers wrapped around the steel. 

“Where are we going?” You look over at him, lingering in the car’s door instead of getting in. 

“Next town over. About an hour to get there, but I’ll get you back home well before the clock strikes midnight, and the carriage turns into a pumpkin.” 

You lingered for a moment longer, eyes scanning over the surrounding darkness. Dim sunlight filtered in between the buildings and people passed by on the sidewalks. Going with Alastor was a dangerous decision, but you had already put yourself in a dangerous situation. 

One last deep breath and you decided to trust Alastor. 

It was very much a decision you made as you slipped into the car. It wasn’t lost on you the danger you were placing yourself in as he closed the door behind you. Each choice you were making was putting you in more and more danger, but as you looked back at his kind smile and warm eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel the amount of fear you should. 

He could hurt you. He could rape you. He could kill you. He could be the butcher killer, responsible for all the partial bodies found in the bayou and in the alleyways. He could tell the world that he got you alone and disparage your honor. 

He could end your life in so many different senses of the word. 

But you trusted him, though you had little reason to. 

The car came to life with a roar after he settled into the driver’s seat, and he slowly pulled out of the alley. It was safer to keep your head down as he navigated his way out of the city, but you struggled to do that. Instead, you looked at him, stealing glances more often than you should. 

The sun was out and lit up his skin. It looked like he was glowing, bathed in the warm light. His hair looked like melted chocolate or perhaps a warm cup of coffee. You couldn’t decide. There were no words you could find to describe the way his eyes shone in the sun. 

Feeling your eyes on him, Alastor looked over and your breath locked in your chest. It felt like your heart was beating hard enough to re-break your ribs and, as his smile flashed just a bit wider; you didn’t think your heart could pound harder. 

You tore your eyes away from his, cursing the way you felt your blood rush through your body. Instead, you focused on his hands. They were large, clean but littered with little scars here and there, telling a story of manual labor at some point. Was it work prior to his career? When he was a boy? Or marks left from a hobby?

What did he do with his free time? Did he still do whatever had left those scars? Or were they from less relaxed employments in the past? You wanted to know more about this man. Rather than bravely asking, you swallowed every question on the tip of your tongue. 

Soft music filled the car as he switched on the radio, fingers moving confidently while with no need to take his eyes off the road. You admired how long his fingers were as he wrapped them around the steering wheel, grip shifting and tightening as he drove.

“We’re just about out of the city,” Alastor said softly, breaking you out of your trance. How long had you been watching his hands work? Did he know you had been watching? 

As foot traffic grew lighter and houses fewer, you relaxed back into your seat. There was no reason to keep your head down or look at Alastor, so you looked at the world speeding past. You told yourself that you had just had been limited to where you could put your eyes and how you could face in the city, but you feared it wasn’t true. 

This wasn’t the first time you had left the city, but it had been a long time since you had last done so. You were fairly sure that you hadn’t left the city since your honeymoon. Had it really been years?

“Does…” your eyes flicked to him as Alastor trailed off for a moment before choosing his word, “he work a lot typically?” 

“He?” 

“Your husband.” The growl that crawled into Alastor’s voice at the word made you raise your eyebrows, but you did not point it out or question it. It wasn’t a woman’s place to question such things. 

“Fairly,” you shrugged, “He works hard to provide for us.” 

“Not hard enough, evidently.” Alastor’s rich laugh filled your ears. His words should have offended you on behalf of your husband. You struggled to feel offense when the man who spoke the words was the same man who had cared for you in the aftermath of one of the worst beatings of your life. It felt like he had earned the right to say such things, purchased it with his kindness. 

“What do you mean?” You tried to laugh it off. It shocked you that it didn’t feel as forced as it should have been. 

“He needed a loan, didn’t he?” Alastor glanced your way again. “What’s he even do?”

“You don’t know? I thought you were business associates?” You turned to look at him more fully, taking your eyes off the passing world outside. 

“Not really.” Alastor shrugged, “A friend asked me to help her associate out with a loan, said he was in a pinch. I entertained the offer and found his charming wife to be an entertaining hostess.” 

“Marketing,” you said, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what he was saying. “His family has owned a marketing firm for generations. He inherited it when his father passed.”

“Comes from money?” Alastor’s hand twitched tighter around the steering wheel before it relaxed. “I could smell it on him.” 

“Is that a problem?” you asked, but Alastor simply waves the question away with a flick of his long hand. 

“He is away from the house much?” 

“Why do you want to know?” You leaned away from him, pulling your lip between your teeth as he glanced at you, eyebrow raised. 

“Because, my dear, I’d like to know when I can call on you. Clearly, he isn’t seeing to the care and keeping of his lovely wife. Someone has to make sure you’re not left hobbled with a dislocated finger, or worse. I don’t exactly get the impression you’ve got other friends calling on you to check after your wellbeing. Men like that rarely take kindly to women who might gossip in the shops fluttering around.” 

You hated the fact that he was right. 

Alastor looked back to the road after watching the way you flinched at his words. He hadn’t been sure of it, not totally, but now he was. You were alone, trapped with a brute, with no one to confide in or help you out. It was amazing what light was left in your eyes hadn’t already been snuffed out. 

“Does he watch you?” Alastor asked softly.

“I don’t understand?” 

“We’re almost there,” Alastor said first, before clarifying. “Does he keep an eye on what you do? How you pass your days?”

“To a degree,” you didn’t want to admit how you feared the eyes of strangers and acquaintances alike. “But doesn’t every husband?”

“No.” Alastor answered flatly. 

“Oh? And how would you know that? Are you someone’s husband?” 

Alastor laughed, “I don’t have to be to know that a marriage should be rooted in safety, trust, and love. 

The conversation stalled as Alastor parked the car; the engine dying with a swift turn of the key. Alastor glanced at her, an ever present calm smile twitching a bit wider as he opened the door. You sat for a moment as his door closed, puzzled. 

He had a lovely smile. It was one that dazzled in his eyes when he let it grow. He was always smiling, and it seemed to grow just a little when he looked at you. With a shake of your head, you forced the thought out of your head. It was just the silly thoughts of a silly woman who needed to get her head out of the clouds. 

Regardless of what your heart tried to whisper, this was nothing more than a slightly scandalous budding friendship. He was a friend, and he was only asking questions because he wanted to grow the friendship. That was all it was. Nothing more in the slightest. 

Alastor opened the passenger door, derailing your train of thought. Had you been sitting there in the car thinking for so long that he had enough time to make it around? You must have been, but it didn’t feel like you had. He was so tall and quick, surely he just covered the distance faster than you expected.

“Shall we?” Alastor held his hand out to you, bent slightly at his waist as he peered inside the car. 

After a moment of thought, you nodded and slipped your hand into his. He steadied you as you stepped out of the car, body sore still from the beating and stiff from the drive. It felt good to lean on his strength, to have someone offer you support as he tucked your hand to rest on his arm.

His arm was strong and steady, offering you both as your steps occasionally faltered. With your hand tucked in the crook of his arm, you walked into the store together, almost smoothly. 

It felt good to have a friend; you told yourself, even if that’s all he could ever be. It felt good to have someone other than Laurence and your family’s letters in your life. It felt good to have Alastor’s time and attention, even if just for a little while. 

You felt good with Alastor, safe with him. You allowed yourself to enjoy that feeling, forced yourself to relax with the one man who had never raised his hand to you. 

Alastor sat, legs stretched out along the thick branch of the apple tree he had perched himself in. Crickets sang in the night air as he watched, large knife in hand and stars glittering overhead. He wasn’t sure why he was there, but it was where he ended up after stuffing the body in the trunk of his car. 

Running his tongue over his lips, he marveled at the coppery taste of the blood splatter drying on his lips. It paired nicely with the cigarette held between his fingers, its ember glowing softly in the darkness. 

Did you know how easy this tree was to climb? He doubted it. You didn’t seem to give such things much thought. 

Did you know that someone sitting in this tree could see into your bedroom easily? He doubted that even more. You had been so hurt and yet you were so trusting still. 

Not that peeping in women’s windows was his typical way to spend the post kill come down. 

With the window closed and the distance, he couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was clear Laurence wasn’t happy with you. Alastor’s jaw clenched as he watched the man’s hand sail through the air, sending you to the floor. 

It wasn’t right, in his opinion, to strike out at the fairer sex, but society didn’t agree. It was dreadfully normal. What wasn’t normal was the way Laurence dragged you up from the ground by your hair, screaming in your face.

Alastor thought the man’s head looked strangely like a tomato. If he stepped on the man’s head and ground his heel in hard enough, perhaps Alastor could burst it like a tomato too. That would be oh so satisfying. 

With a sigh, Alastor resumed cleaning the blood from the large hunting knife in his hand, running the black cloth over the antler hilt, carefully cleaning the blood from every dip in the textured surface. 

As Alastor watched Laurence throw you to the ground and pull his leg back to kick at you, Alastor imagined how satisfying it would feel to plunge his knife into Laurence’s soft side.

Would Laurence look at him with the same fear Alastor caught a flash in your eyes countless times when he moved too quickly, or his hand settled on you before you relaxed again? Oh, how delicious fear would look in his eyes. 

With a sigh, Alastor put the thought away. As fun as that would be, he couldn’t fit a second body in the back of his car. If Laurence went missing, his associates would be looked into. Alastor couldn’t afford the potential attention of being close to a victim either. The fewer eyes on him, the better. 

Don’t hunt those you can be tied to. That was one of his rules. It didn’t matter how disgusting they were; they were safe to protect himself. 

His head thumped back against the tree as he tore his eyes from the sight of you pulling yourself up with the foot of the bed while your husband stormed out of the room. 

As Alastor slipped his favored knife into the well-worn leather sheath, he couldn’t help but think of what Mimzy had said. He didn’t have to be alone. If a man like Laurence could have a companion as meek and easy to control as you, was there really a reason Alastor couldn’t?

It wasn’t that he wanted a wife. Far from it, really. But having one would put an end to performing the courting of the occasional dame. She could provide a cover, simple and easy. 

It’s not like he needed genuine love. He doubted that was a thing he would ever find for himself, anyway. Alastor didn’t know why he was the way he was, but he knew some part of him was broken. 

He was sure at this point that he couldn’t love someone beyond the bonds of family, of which he had none left. It simply wasn’t possible for him, or he would have found it by now. Someone would have surely caught his eye, but none had. 

And that was alright. It wasn’t in the cards for his way of life. Love could be a liability. The last thing Alastor needed was more liabilities. 

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Hey bitches! Other than a downpayment, whag other money should you have saved before looking to buy a house?

Great question, my little wombat! Depending on where you live, you might be responsible for the closing costs, which for me personally were somewhere around $5k. Or, you'll need to pay the realtor's fees (again, depends on where you live).

Also, you'll want to have some set aside for urgent repairs or renovations. For example, when we bought our house we needed to build a privacy fence around part of the backyard so our dog could frolic without running away.

ALL of these costs can be negotiated with the seller. We got our seller to take on the closing costs and pay to repair two broken windows. In exchange, we didn't ask them to lower the price because the furnace needed to be replaced.

Good luck, my darling wombat! Hope you get a great house! Here's more advice:

Season 2, Episode 2: “I'm Not Ready to Buy a House---But How Do I *Get Ready* to Get Ready?” 

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PATERNITY COMPOUND FINANCIAL SAVINGS

DRC, Facility Operations Command, Compound Oversight Unit

Date: [REDACTED]

Subject: Paternity Compound 124 Creative Cost-Saving Efforts

Executive Summary

Paternity Compound 124 in [REDACTED], Idaho, has demonstrated exceptional productivity and cost efficiency this quarter, primarily due to implementing creative new budget policies to optimize management. The data indicates significant savings and output increases, positioning Compound 124 as a model for future compounds.

Total revenue saved this quarter: $[REDACTED]

I. Implemented Cost-Saving Measures

Clothing Elimination Initiative

After an exhaustive review of material costs, the decision was made to eliminate medical gowns and paternity clothing for surrogates. This measure, dubbed the "Bare Necessity Protocol," is based on the premise that clothing offers no functional benefit to surrogates who are perpetually growing or confined to medical beds due to mobility issues.

Rationale: Eliminates clothing costs entirely and simplifies laundry operations.

Savings: Reduced laundry, textile, and replacement costs by 98%.

Revenue Saved: $[REDACTED]

"Honestly, it’s just practical. They’re swelling up fast, and we’d need new gowns every other day. It simplifies things for us." - Staff Feedback

“They’ve taken everything—my freedom, my body, my dignity—and now they’ve taken my fucking underwear too. It's embarrassing! Thank god this belly is a furnace!” - Surrogate Feedback

"One Size Fits All" Feeding Solution

The compound replaced most surrogate food options with a cost-efficient pudding substitute nicknamed "Big Berry Bliss." Each serving contains a carefully calibrated mix of high-calorie nutrients, tranquilizers, appetite stimulants, and growth hormones to promote fetal growth and docility.

Rationale: Simplifies meal prep, reduces dishwashing needs, and ensures surrogates receive consistent nutrition. Eliminate the need for personalized meals or cafeteria staff while ensuring continuous weight gain and docility. Minimize pharmacy visits by delivering hormonal therapy directly in the food.

Results: Food service costs were reduced by 82%, pharmacy staffing by 65%, and food waste by 20%. Staff food options will be maintained. With revenue saved, high-quality options can now be considered.

Revenue Saved: $[REDACTED]

"Big Berry Bliss is so easy—just scoop, serve, and go. Hell, we just hand them a tub of the stuff, and they choke it down, then ask for more." - Staff Feedback

“This stuff tastes like sugar mixed with cream. A few of us complained, but they told us we didn't have to eat it. But we need so many calories for these pregnancies... most of us lasted until dinner.” - Surrogate Feedback

Wheel-In Baby Showers

To reduce the need for consoling services and bolster surrogate morale with cost-effective activities, staff introduced a celebratory “babies shower” where surrogates are wheeled out of the paternity ward before being removed for childbirth. Activities include:

Rationale: Boosts surrogate morale and reduces the need for psychological services. Staff wearing party hats and blowing noisemakers (repeat usage). Playing uplifting music like "Push It" by Salt-N-Pepa and "Baby Got Back."

Revenue Saved: $[REDACTED]

"The baby showers are kind of fun. A little music, some confetti, and you’re done. Their pregnancy brain is so bad they are more confused and distracted than anything, which makes rolling them out all the easier." - Staff Feedback

“They roll me out in front of everyone, playing stupid songs and yelling, ‘Congratulations!’ like I’ve won some prize. All I feel is pain and exhaustion. It’s not a celebration—it’s a mockery.” - Surrogate Feedback

Open-Air Hygiene Zones

Replace bathrooms with “communal hygiene areas,” which repurpose the fire suppression systems to allow for high-capacity showering. Now, entire paternity wards of surrogates can be cleaned en-mass, reducing the need for staff to move surrogates for cleaning and reducing personal toiletries requirements.

Rationale: Centralized hygiene reduces staff requirements and water waste.

Revenue Saved: $[REDACTED]

"The open-air hygiene zones are genius. Just hose everyone down at once, and you’re done. It saves so much time, and I don't spend entire days scrubbing them down. And honestly, it’s kind of fun to watch. Like a pregnant car wash." - Staff Feedback

“They never warn us when they're going to shower us! One minute, you're watching TV... the next, they blast us with water like we’re livestock. No privacy, no warmth, nothing!.” - Surrogate Feedback

II. Efficiency Metrics

Cost Per Surrogate: $[REDACTED] (down 23%).

Medical: $[REDACTED] (down 19%)

Nutrition Services: $[REDACTED] (down 30%)

Housing: $[REDACTED]

Security: $[REDACTED]

Psychological Support: $[REDACTED] (up 18%)

Maintenance & Facility Upkeep: $[REDACTED] (down 16%)

Logistics: $[REDACTED]

Entertainment: $[REDACTED]

Administrative: $[REDACTED] (down 14%)

Conclusion

Paternity Compound 124 has demonstrated exceptional efficiency in meeting and lowering costs. While surrogate morale remains an area for improvement, the cost savings and output gains achieved through innovative strategies set a benchmark for other compounds.

"Efficiency is the cornerstone of progress. At Compound 124, we’ve shown that we can achieve extraordinary results with a little creativity and focus. While some may view these changes as unconventional, the numbers speak for themselves—every dollar saved is another step toward securing our future."

Report Submitted By: [REDACTED], Administrator, Paternity Compound 124

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From: Director [REDACTED]

Date: [REDACTED]

Subject: Investigation into Administrator [REDACTED] and Misappropriation of Funds at Paternity Compound 124

Chief [REDACTED],

It has come to my attention that while Administrator [REDACTED] has implemented a series of operational changes at Paternity Compound 124 that have resulted in documented cost savings of $[REDACTED], evidence has surfaced indicating the potential misappropriation or embezzlement of these funds.

Emerging discrepancies in financial records suggest that a significant portion of the funds saved through these initiatives has not been reinvested into compound operations or returned to the DRC’s central budget.

Effective immediately, Administrator [REDACTED] is to be placed on administrative leave pending a full investigation.

Internal Affairs will oversee a comprehensive audit of his financial transactions, operational decisions, and any personal accounts associated with him.

Administrator [REDACTED]’s measures to reduce operational costs have yielded undeniable financial benefits, and these measures should not be dismissed out of hand. I am directing that the relevant improvements he initiated be thoroughly assessed and, if appropriate, rolled out on a trial basis at other compounds.

Internal Affairs will take care of this quickly and without bias. If Administrator [REDACTED] is found to have misappropriated DRC funds for personal gain, I expect full disciplinary action.

Regards,

Director [REDACTED]

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[chaoticreation]

10/29/23

This area is a death sentence without transportation. I'm running out of food, I can't get my prescriptions, can't flee in an emergency, and me and Syd have been freezing for like, a month, aside from the past two days because it's been surprisingly warm out for October. But November is around the corner, and it's gonna get cold. Fast.

I don't have the funds to repair my van, or the furnace.

Eventually, I'm gonna go homeless if the taxes aren't paid, but the van and furnace are extremely pressing matters right now.

If you can afford to donate, I'd appreciate anything you can spare. If you can't, that's okay. You can still help by sharing this campaign! Please don't donate if you can't afford to, but please SHARE no matter what!

OUR SURVIVAL DEPENDS ON IT. YES, I AM BEGGING. I'M TERRIFIED.

Gfm requires at least $5 donation, so if you can't swing that, you can send less to:

ven.mo: https://account.venmo.com/u/rroche90 pay.pal: roryjroche@outlook.com

Edit, 11/7/23: And we also don't have hot water now either. When the plumber came to give me an estimate on the furnace, he found that the hot water heater had a bad leak, so that was turned off to reduce damage.

Edit, 11/12/23: Septic problems now, too. Sinks are backing up. Woo! Still no heat, btw. It's been a month without heat and it's getting colder. Friend bought Syd a bigger hospital cage, but it hasn't arrived yet, so poor girl has to continue to suffer. Still no transportation, either. HEAP has said they'll pay half the furnace bill if I'm on the deed, which I can't and won't do until the taxes are paid off. I'm not about to inherit that debt.

@sydthetiel is being kept in a tiny hospital cage in my office with a space heater. Not ideal, but it's keeping her warm at least.

We're really not okay.

Edit, 11/16/23: Still no heat or hot water. Plumber isn't even actually getting back to us lmao. Mechanic got back to us, though, and they've found that the brake lines are rusted and need to be replaced. They want an extra $3500 for that. So it'd be roughly $6,000 to get my van repaired. Or I can just fix what I can fix at $2,000 and take my chances with rusted brake lines, and be an accident waiting to happen because I'm desperate to not be trapped in a freezing house with no meds or food or water lmao. Or I just don't get to have transportation back. Or I have to buy a new used vehicle, for like, $15,000+. So... mostly there's just no hope left for me. I'm ready to just give up. It's too much to fix, and my odds of survival are at 0 anyway. I won't last the winter here, and I can't even leave.

Edit, 11/22/23: That plumber ghosted us. We got a new plumber. He came out yesterday and got the furnace rigged to work, just in time. As he pulled into the driveway, it started sleeting and snowing. Throughout the night. The problem is, the furnace isn't fixed, so it could crap out at any moment. The water heater is off, but still leaking, so it's time sensitive to have it replaced. But he's pointed out another problem with that; Rex's hoarding. We need to be able to get rid of enough of her crap to get the equipment in and out. He can do it, but it's gonna cost. Additionally, the chimney isn't in great shape so we have to do something about that, or it's going to defeat the purpose of these replacements. Waiting for the quotes on everything.

As for my van, it's ready to be picked up, without the brake lines being finished. We found a new place that said they'd charge between $700-$1000 to replace the brake lines. A lot better than $3,500, but still not money I have. So until I can do that, it's a risk driving it, but I really don't have a choice. I can't stay living like this, trapped in the middle of nowhere. It's defeating me mentally and physically. But there's another problem too, that won't be covered under warranty. A knock sensor. No idea how much it'll cost yet, but it needs to be replaced in order for the van to pass inspection in December.

I'm feeling incredibly hopeless. I can't even run, because I have Syd, and I'm not going to abandon her. She's my kiddo. She's in a bigger cage now, happily. But I'm at such a loss of what to do. We're not going to survive the winter here without these repairs, and fleeing is going to be really difficult, and I may not have a home to come back to in Spring if I did manage to leave for the winter with Syd.

[copperbadge]

Radio Free Monday

Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

Ways to Give:

cluegirl linked to a fundraiser for deliriumcrow, who lost nearly everything in a house fire two years ago, and was then robbed by the contractor hired to repair the house. They are currently paying a mortgage on a home that is facing condemnation if they can't raise the money for a new contractor; you can read more and reblog here or support the fundraiser here.

savrenim is the sole breadwinner for their disabled partner and two friends living with them; they have had to deal with several financial setbacks including loss of owed back pay, moving and home repair costs, and vet bills; they are fundraising to cover moving costs and to be prepared for when payments come due on a loan they had to take to cover expenses. You can read more and reblog here or give via ko-fi here.

Nik is raising funds for a cross-country move from Oregon to West Virginia, in hopes they can find a home to thrive in after escaping an abusive upbringing; you can read more and support the fundraiser here.

Recurring Needs:

Anon linked to a fundraiser for a friend whose family has not had a working furnace since November; they've been using space heaters to keep warm but January in Chicago has been brutal and the space heaters aren't sufficient. With vulnerable family members including elderly relatives and children in the home, they need to raise $6K to get the furnace replaced. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.

Anon linked to karla-hoshi or Hoshi on TikTok, who is raising funds for cancer treatment for her cat Naku; they caught the cancer early and hope that he can survive it, but can't continue treatment without funding. You can read more and support the fundraiser here, as well as find links to her updates on tiktok.

chingaderita's partner's family house recently caught fire and completely burned, killing his grandmother and causing extensive property loss; he has also recently lost his job due to the fire, and a number of family members have since become ill. They're raising funds to keep food on the table, to try and get a supply of water to keep clean and do laundry, and for various bills until a job opportunity in March comes available. You can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.

[orenjikaraka]

After Dark

Miguel O’hara x reader angst

Summary: Miguel was on a mission with this new villain (well beast) and this beast had parasites killing people and other spiders that would try to stop it, it got so bad that Miguel has to kill the creature, Miguel gets a parasite during the process, everyone from that universe cheered for saving them, but at what cost of a parasite slowly killing him in the process. Miguel tried to not panic and went back home… but when he got “home” (your apartment) a heavy thud was heard, which woke you up from your long day of being a spider-woman.

parasite: this parasite makes you nauseous, you won’t be able to eat regular foods (if ya eat food, you’ll instantly throw up what you eat), your only available to eat is meat, but mostly blood, can’t get up regularly, if ya do, you get dizzy spells and instance migraines (it feels like your head is spitting), it’s hard to breathe, but when you try to sit up it feels like there’s thorns in your lungs, your body trembling with aches…

Warnings: blood, puke, puking blood, anxiety, vulnerability, s/o has nipple piercings, some nudity, drinking blood (from the neck), sick Miguel, and swearing

I have a pain kink, I like seeing men feeling vulnerable…

Also Miguel and s/o are really good friends, like very fondly close to give each other kisses on the neck or cheek, also also s/o can see people’s inner thoughts but not love or lust, that would be cheating if ya can say~

Miguel’s thoughts are red, your’s is violet, but also please leave a comment if I wrote some Spanish words wrong, I don’t speak Spanish… enjoy!

Word count: 7k

A heavy thud was heard in your living room, it was 2 in the morning, your spider senses was telling you it was another spider, so you didn’t freak out as much, you got your cute warm slippers on, and rub your tired eyes to wake yourself up more, your drowsiness was telling you to go back to sleep, until your ears heard a voice.

“Dios mio…” he breathed out

‘Miguel?’ why is Miguel here. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the leader of the fucking spider society in my living room, but we barely talked, well does he talk to anybody; there’s Peter B. and his cute daughter Mayday, but he always gives annoyance vibes towards Peter, but compared to Mayday, he gives a gruff face but you can see sincerely in his eyes.

She slowly got up and opened her door and saw Miguel, he was panting heavily, like he was struggling to breathe, each time he breathe, he would hic each time, his talons were digging into you carpet but you couldn’t care less. You quietly rush towards him.

“Miguel-“

“Stop-“ his voice was wobbly, his mask was getting hard to breathe through, he unclawed his right talon and tried to peel his masked off, but his hand was shaking tremendously, “Mierda- Mi—“, you notice his struggle and you moved your hands and tarred his mask off, ripped glitches were trying to replace what was being tarred, but Miguel pressed his chest sloppy and and it stopped reforming.

Miguel’s hair was drenched in sweat he was panting like a mess, his chest was rapidly increasing pace, he was staring at your ceiling, clenching his red eyes here and there.

“Miguel… what happened-“

“I— it’s hard to explain…” he panted

She gently put her hand on his cheek, “Miguel! Your like a furnace!” She whispered yelled, “your baking in your suit, let me-“

Miguel shook his head violently and tried to sit up, but stopped mid way, and growled in pain, he clenched his teeth, grinding together like rocks grinding against each other.

“Fuck… this— parasite-“ he pled, he laid back down and looked around his body, you saw something small moving under his suit, or skin. You looked worried, so you moved and put your thighs under his head, while he was panicking to find it, you lightly push his head on your lap, he widened his eyes and look up at you.

“Wa- what the shock are you doin- (Y/n)-“

“Is.. it this…”

You gently touch the small moving bump on his shoulder, it hiss, which made Miguel clenched his eyes shut, he growled in agony, and grabbed your wrist, his hold was tight, his talons slightly digging in your skin,

“sto- stop—“

“Sorry—“

Everything felt silent, only things that made noise was the clicking of your clock over the kitchen fridge, or Miguel’s light panting, before Miguel noticed his grip on you still, the little parasite moved again, he let go and got ready to dig it out of his skin…. Until Lyla appeared in a blink of a eye.

“STOP!”

“Lyla….” Miguel growled

“Hey don’t go off killing yourself just yet!”

Miguel froze up and looked at Lyla like she was delusional.

“Lyla…” he slowly put his right hand to his nose, “if this is one of your sick jokes again I swear-“

“I’m not! If ya kill that thing or even snag it out, it would kill you. They’re like a second heart if you know what I mean.”

“So if he or I kill it or ya know, he would die instantly. How-“

“The parasite would feel threatened and bite him 0.0001 seconds before you can even touch it. The venom runs straight to your heart, you’ll-“

“Die” Miguel spoke

Everyone went silent, Miguel felt his muscles tense which made his body aches more, he felt frustrated, and you felt lost, heh- it’s pathetic actually, someone from the spider society is dying in your very house, someone that never talked to anyone, gets annoyed easily from even being around normal people, isolates himself with his high tech monitors and his little cute ai nagging him, to watch his health and well-being of being a leader. Until… I showed up. Everyone thought of me as the wannabe spider, the spider that wanted to save everyone and every spec around, until they knew that I murdered my first villain, that’s why everyone thinks I’m a wannabe or knew that I would soon become one, each spider looked at me weird or terrified because I murdered a couple of villains, it’s not my fault I wanted to be the very first anti-spider. It wasn’t my fault that people called me a false spider…well Miguel never thought of me like that, some missions he would talk to me, sometimes I would sneak around the vents of the spider society to explore more but fell right into Miguel’s quarters, he wasn’t mad, he was surprised, because how talented I was to be so quiet going through the vents, when we have meetings… he would have sincerity in his eyes on me, like he wanted yell at everyone that would give me a bad glare…

I was a spider-woman in his eyes, even if it was hard to express it, in his own way…

“Miguel…” you spoke

“(Y/n)…” he open his eyes and looked at you, you had a small frown, he thought he just broke your- no- “his”little spider. In little small fragments of shattered crystal shards.

“Your going to be ok- right?!” (Y/n) whispered

Miguel felt like he was being punished, punished for getting hurt, punished for getting sick, punished for slowly dying in your very own fucking house.

“Chica, I’ll be ok…” he put a hand on your cheek, talons already gone, he felt weak, he felt vulnerable, but… you’ll never judge a book by it cover, even if it’s scraped a little.

She gave a soft gentle giggle, “I’m not some chica, Mig. I’m 26.”

He scuffed, even when his lungs burns, “well… I’m 37. So your still just a small spider, chica…”

While Lyla was looking silently through her tiny monitors, she felt like crying because how Miguel is generally happy being around you, you don’t know it… but Miguel loves you, even when he denies it when Lyla questions it; he can’t keep his eye off you, when you two cross paths, when he suddenly talks about you out of nowhere, when— when… he thinks out loud if you would actually like him back, even if it’s a small like, just a smidge, maybe even a mere small spec, he’ll try and try again to make you his, to have you in his arms for comfort, that won’t judge his problems, that won’t think he’s just a weak bastard of how vulnerable he can be around you… he feels… intoxicated around you, like you are some kind of dose that is not his normal routine of taking his weekly dose each week. To keep his mind on check. It hurts to see Miguel in so much pained under your arms…

Your his Star and he’s your moon…

Lyla clears her throat suddenly, which got both of your attentions, “don’t want to be a buzz kill, but… basically that parasite is like a disease with no cure… you get normal sicknesses, but-

“What do you mean there’s no way through this.” You looked at Miguel and he seemed frustrated.

“Miguel! I’m literally the interweb of every universe and I was trying to explain ways to go around it-“

“LYLA! There’s no tries or coulds, I need to get back to my office and check if anyone or everything ok!”

Miguel sit up suddenly; his talons were back and he clutching his scalp in frustration? or was it pain? “Lyla I need this thing out!”

Lyla looked irritated, “…” she glitched or zipped away if you might say.

“LYLA! Coño… Coño- Dios mio…” he clenched his scalp with his hands harshly, he growled in frustration.

‘Oh… mig…’ you were just as worried as him, “Miguel…” you said so lightly, so gentle it cooled his nerves, but he didn’t respond, so you moved a little closer to see his face, you were just concerned about him, so why did he looked away to his left, “Miguel…” you put a hand on his right shoulder, “why are you hiding your face, mig?” She was only concerned, so why is it so hard.

“Mig?”

“I’m sorry— chica…” he then looked at you. Your little worried face just shatters his sore heart. “Miguel! Your nose is bleeding!” She cupped his cheeks and starting rambling how he’s feeling or how if he’s ok. Miguel felt guilt consumed him, why are you so kind to him, why show your kindness and sympathy towards a man is consumed with troubles and doubts that can never be fixed. And only cause more when time passes…

“No Sorry’s, I’m going to give ya a towel, be right back!” She said in a fast sweep. Miguel saw you dashing to your bathroom, he felt nauseous from just looking up and trying to trace your body to you bedroom, when he didn’t saw you a while, he moved his vision back to his hands, he was slightly crisscrossed and his talon hands were trembling, he groaned slightly because he tried to put his talons away, but they were making his muscles tensed, “Por qué no puedo…” he growled in frustration, when tried again, the blood in his nose suddenly dripped more, then he stopped and clenched his eyes again, then put the back of his wrist on his nose to stop the bleeding.

“Miguel!” She came rushing back with some medicine and a small towel, “move your wrist…” she said gently, so he did so. You put the towel under his nose, when the bleeding stopped you removed the towel, “what symptoms do you have so I give ya some medicine.”

“Just… a migraine, I feel nauseous, and my muscles feel tensed and burning like they’re in flames…”

“Ok- I’ll give ya some Ibuprofen and some massages when you get to my bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Ye… there’s no way your going home in your condition, I need to make sure your fine for these couple of days, well… whenever Lyla figures it out, that cool ai of yours got you!” She said with a bubbly smile.

“K…” he felt his heart skipped a beat because how can someone be so there for someone that basically a outsider or you might say a loner, well a workaholic recluse, “thanks… amor…” he said just barely a whisper but she heard, she softly giggled, “your welcome, also I like that nickname more, I aren’t no little girl, Miggy!”

He blushed slightly by your new nickname you gave him. “Ok… amor…”

She softy chuckle, “also-“ she clears her throat, “when you were laying down did you feel better or worse?”

“I felt a lot better when I was laying then now…”

She nods, “ok, also….” she trails off, “could you stand. Well- can ya get up without falling over or feeling dizzy?”

Miguel looked at you unamused and scuffed it off, he moved his right arm to the floor, and his talons pierced through your floor, but you couldn’t care less, he slowly pushed himself up, but faltered, his hand and arm was trembling, so he then he lowered himself, frustration consumed him, so he started muttering angry Spanish, you put your fingers gently through his damped hair, messaging his locks, “Miggy…. It’s ok to have a helping hand…”

His frustration eases, he nods and you stood up, going in front of him, you brought your hands in front of him, he saw and felt hesitant, but brought his hands towards you, when he got close, you brought your hands a little back, which Miguel looked at you questioning.

“Your talons are out.” She said with a uneasy laugh.

“Oh” he felt embarrassed that he didn’t thought of that, so he tried for a second time to close them, but his hands start to tremble again, his frustration was slowly creeping again, so now he forced his hands to stop trembling, but that only made it worse because his arms tensed up more and his finger tips burns, you saw his discomfort; so you grabbed his wrists, Miguel stopped and looked at you.

“Mig don’t force yourself, how about we can just do your wrists.”

He nods again; so you pulled his wrist and he pulled himself up, when he finally got up, he couldn’t control his balance, so you let go his wrist and pressed your body against his for support, Miguel felt nauseous, so he quickly looked to his right and saw your bedroom straight forward, you saw and sensed his inpatients, so you quickly led him to your room, each step you both took, Miguel wheeze for some air, or his panting would get worse, you looked at him, and he was sweating bullets, his eyes clenched in discomfort.

When both of you got to your bed, he settles down, panting like he ran a marathon, you wanted to help, so… you went in your bathroom and grabbed your small trashcan, and placed it next to Miguel, then you speed walked to your living room and grabbed your fan; moved it in your bedroom to face Miguel, Miguel was trying to keep your movement, but just made his migraine worsened, you quickly gave him the Ibuprofen in his hand and rushed to the bathroom again, Miguel swallowed the Ibuprofen, then saw you with a cup of water, “I already swallowed it amor…”

“Oh no- this Is for your hair.” She showed what’s in the cup, it’s water with some soap suds in it, “I’m trying to cool you off. With my fan too but some cold water will help you cool down…” Miguel closed his eyes and try to straighten his back, when he did so, he put his head back a little and you poured water through his brown locks, the water poured down his back, Miguel made sure, his back got the cold water, so his chest of his suit disappeared, you looked at his toned body, and you can see how tensed his muscles are.

“Let me give ya some clothes…” you walked over to your dresser, you found some of you ex’s old clothes there, you only wear them for bed as a nightgown or just stay home clothes, you walked back with grey sweat pants and a white shirt. “How do you have my size?”

“Man I don’t know your size. I just kept some of my ex’s clothes because they never came back…”

Miguel nods, then he messed with his watch and a small portal came next to him, with some boxers that came out, it made you giggled, but then you stepped out so he can get changed. 20 minutes has passed and he called your name, and you came back in, you saw that the shirt fitted him but slightly baggy on him, the sweats fit, “the shirt my size, but it’s not tight fitting,” he muttered.

“Well I wanted to make sure your comfortable.”

“Your kindness always makes me comfortable.”

She smiled, “try laying down, I’m going to get some crackers for you to eat and some massaging oils for your back, be right back…” she trails off at the end. Miguel nods and saw she walked away again, he laid his back on your bed.

Fuck this bed was softer then his own, ‘maybe I need a new mattress’ he thought, his talons were taring your sheets, so he moved his hands and looked at his hands, ‘stupid parasite.’ He laid them back down, facing his talons to the ceiling and moved his arms back to push himself more on the bed, when he got situated, his back was tensing up again, so he moved his body to the left, the parasite was on his left, but it didn’t got alarmed by his movement on the bed. ‘That’s good to know.’ It was more comfortable to be on his side, his breathing wasn’t terrible, but he still had to breathe slowly…

“Oi!” He looked up a little and saw you with a box of crackers and the other had the massaging oil, he looked at the crackers; a slight ting was grumbling in his stomach, well he haven’t ate since morning, he slightly reached out for the crackers, which you understand, you moved the trash can to his side, which was on the right side of your bed, and placed the crackers to the other pillow next to him, so he can see where the crackers were. Then put the oil on the small dresser next to your bed.

“Hey mig. Could you move you body and lay on your stomach, try not to disturb-“

Miguel moved his body fairly quickly, and he got sorted on his stomach, he was laying his head on his wrist, his hands were sideways, so it didn’t do any harm on anything.

“Apparently the little bastard doesn’t get alarmed on beds.”

She giggled, “ok! Wait shoot your shirt.” Miguel sighed and slowly took his shirt off without getting any tars on “his” shirt. And got situated again.

“Ok now… we can start also tell me if I make you uncomfortable…”

“Why would-“

You lightly touch his back and pushed your light self on top of him, he slightly groans because of pressure, which he can hear you say sorry here and there. When you got situated on his back, you were sitting on his lower back, he felt a flush on his cheeks, but he try to brush it off by turning his head to the left and started eating crackers, you on the other hand, got up a little and moved to grabbed the oil.

You got it and put it on your hands and place the oil bottle next to your left foot, so it won’t be a hassle, Miguel stopped eating some crackers and laid on his wrist again, waiting for you, you rubbed your hands, then started on his shoulders.

“Jeez you have terrible knots back here…”

Miguel grumbles. But soon stops when your small hands were easing his pain on his shoulders, he felt his talons detract, which made him stretch his arms upward to get more comfortable to lay down, you found it a good opportunity to put some pressure on the hard knots, which felt luscious in his pores, which made him moan gently with each stoke you did, it made you stopped suddenly.

“Sorry-“ his ears were red from embarrassment.

“No- your ok! I actually get this a lot when I massage someone, it just feels nice in your pores.” She said bubbly

Miguel just nodded and you continued, you finished his shoulders and put your left on his neck and your right on his spinal region, his neck was great, but when you moved from his spine to under his shoulder blades, it felt like heaven, each push caused his hands to clench at the end of your mattress, he was trying to stop a whipper from escaping, it felt intoxicating when you moved and your thighs moved each time you massage with content in your rhythm of massages. You slightly slowed down and you kept pressing one spot under his shoulder blade.

“Rats. There’s another bad knot here…” you moved your hand from his neck, because his neck was fine now, and pressed your hands on the knot, which made Miguel groan, but soon whimpered when you curved your left and slide your right with some pressure, it made his hip twitched slightly, which caught your attention. To see the leader so squeamish in your touch, so you wanted to test something. When you got the knot out of the way, you move your gentle hands under his shoulder blades, Miguel twitched his shoulders back in a quick motion from your oh sweet touch, you happily sighed when you found one of his sensitive spots, so your rubbed gently under the under rims of his blades, his hip instantly buckled, and he purred a groan of feeling vulnerable in your soft touch, melting those heavy tension from his body and leaving him feel embarrassed or tranquil in your touch.

You we’re about to stroke again until.-

“(Y- (Y/n)” his voice was deep, but it whimpered then his usual rhythm.

“Hm?”

“Try-“ he cleared his throat, “try by massaging my lower back…”

It was a simple task, a very simple one, but oh boy how she gently smiles, it made him flushed under your touch, but your smile, took him spiraling into his own black hole, how you touched him, made him crave for more, he needed more, oh why did he drown himself in his work, those countless nights, where his neck cracked here and there, how drinking coffee after coffee, with not even thinking of eating normally until his Ai Lyla has to get Jess or Peter to deliver him some food, he would feel so suffocated in his office, that he felt like drowning in his own agonizing guilt of “his” own deceased daughter that he had to watch die in his arms.

He clenched his eyes shut at the thought, and he felt his stomach curled, but was it really the sheer thought of “his” daughter making him feel nauseous; your fingers were just softly touching his lower back, but they made him felt like he was about to gag each touch. He felt it boiling up his throat, so he panicked. His sudden movements, stopped your trace of thought and your movements halted. You stared at him with concern.

“Miguel-“

He grabbed the small trash can and puked whatever what’s in his stomach, it was only a minute in a half, but it felt like hours, you got off of him, and he moved sideways so you can sat next to him, he was clenching his stomach in discomfort..

You tried to reassure him but-

“(Y/n)…” his voice was raspy

“Hey… don’t sweat… I’ll clean everything up, just try to relax…”

Your voice was calming down his tension, but his upsetting stomach was taking curves and spins like a giant venom ate his inner organs, sweat was dampening his brown locks again and his talons were slowly appearing again. He groaned in annoyance. His breathing was heavy again. He was laying on his left and his eyes were closed with discomfort, he heard you rushing around, mumbling of what ‘can’ he possibly eat, cursing at yourself that ‘what the hell is lighter then crackers’, he laughed lightly because he’s gone not eating for a couple days for the multiverse sake, sometimes. when everything went silent; he realized that you were in your living room talking to Lyla. He slightly opened his eyes to see you through the cracked door, you looked stressed and worried of what to do next.

This is my fault…

If I didn’t get close to that beast, this situation wouldn’t existed, I wouldn’t be here in pain, being so weak around you, being vulnerable is humiliating, you might think of him as a burden, just burdensome to not do anything and having the seer thought to pull this fucking Parásito out with his own bloody talons…

——

When you cooled down, Lyla told you that she’ll figure it out, which gave you in a positive note. Lyla zipped out of existence and you returned to your dim lit bedroom, you saw Miguel, his eyes were closed; but he had discomfort on his face, some of his brown bangs were sticking to his forehead, he was panting, which you slowly got close to him and touched his forehead again, he was heating up like a irrupting volcano, he flinched in your touch and tried to scoot back with discomfort.

“Sorry-“

“It’s ok…”

“Lyla trying to find something that you can eat. Or what that little fucker likes.” You pointed at the small parasite that was moving on his shoulder.

Miguel lightly chuckles but it made him cough and wheeze afterwards. When it stopped, he clears his throat to look at you, your little worried eyes was making his heart clenched. He clenched your sheets slightly, slight scratches starting to form.

He was about to spoke up, but you catch him to it.

“Miggy… your not a burden to me, in any way, don’t ever think of that…”

He unclenched his left hand slightly and move the back of his fingers on your knee, “why must you get cooler powers then me…”

She giggled lightly, “because my little violet bit me and apparently i can see your inner thoughts~” when you said that it made Miguel speechless, your voice had a low growl when you spoke, he grave it, but why…

Why did I need you…

She was about get up…

“(Y/n)…”

“Hm…” she looked back at Miguel, god, he needed you…

“Could you…” he felt hesitant again, like he was stuck, like his lungs couldn’t produce air, of how he wanted to, he suddenly grabbed the end of her shirt, slightly tugging it. You noticed it, so you laid next to him. She was about to speak up, suddenly Miguel put his hands around you, when you around him his talons will always detract, he pulled your small waist closer to him, he hug his huge arms around you, he put his head on your right shoulder, you can hear his inner thoughts, telling him ‘to let go’, screaming at him…

Yelling…

Raging…

Despising…

“Miguel…” your left hand moved to massage his damped scalp, your right was rubbing little circles on his back.

“You must think I’m weak…” he said in a shaky breath

“Mig… being vulnerable is not weak, being sick doesn’t stop you from being stronger, it’s just trying to adapt something new it never experience, showing your most vulnerable point, actually makes you stronger…”

His trembling from his body slowly stops, and he breathes out slowly, he was relaxing his muscles to get more comfortable around you, while he was doing so, you felt the parasite nudged your circling finger on his back, you stop immediately, but nothing happened to Miguel, he’s still just as relaxed before.

Maybe I should.

You wanted to test something, you put your pinky on the little parasite, it slightly flinch, which made Miguel growl in discomfort, but you wanted to continue so you lightly pet it, the little fucker was actually relaxing, it made you giggle a little, because it was purring? She was about to tell Miguel, until small vibrations coming off his chest, the sound of purring, like what a cat would do…

“Miguel? Are you purring?”

The edge of his ears got red, he deepened his head to your shoulder, “no…” his voice was stuttering.

“Didn’t know your half spider, had those purring spider instincts…”

He started to mumble Spanish curse words, so you wouldn’t notice his blushed face on your shoulder…

——-

After a while of calming Miguel down, he fell asleep in your arms, he was sleeping on your chest, and he was hugging your waist, you were hugging his neck and your chin was on the top of his head.

“I’ll protect you Miggy…” you whispered, then you move your face to angle it to kiss his forehead.

A light smooch was all you need to make sure, he’s ok in your arms.

You then fell asleep next to him.

—- (morning) —-

Miguel woke up to a cold side of the bed, you weren’t there, which made him feel lonely once more, he slowly opened his eyes, but flinched because of how bright the room was.

“Maldito…”

The blinds weren’t dark enough, so he pulled the blanket over his head, he opened his strained eyes from under the covers, he sighed because you weren’t here to give him comfort, you weren’t around to tell him, he was going to be ok, you weren’t here to give those negative thoughts roaming around in his head, he plagued for you to come back, to hold him, and give gentle kisses and heavenly words to keep him at least happy, instead of being so gone from the world…

“Lyla…”

“Yeah!”

“Where’s (Y/n).” Why is that my first thought.

“She’s out being her universe’s spider, saving people as we speak.”

Miguel nodded under the soft blanket.

“Do you need help?”

“Blinds” he whispered, he hates how he couldn’t do anything…

“Ok.”

Lyla set a long portal out over the clear blinds, a large black blanket came out and landed perfectly on the blinds, there was little hooks hanging off the racks, and it perfectly blocked the sunlight.

“Ya!” Lyla did a little dance as a reward, Miguel just rolled his eyes under the blanket and moved the blanket back on his shoulders, he looked behind him and saw his blanket dangling off the racks.

“Lyla.. that’s- you know what nevermine it works…” he turned back and lays back down.

“Anything else you need?”

“Just some sleep…” he sighed.

Before Lyla was gonna zip away, Miguel’s stomach growled violently, he groaned in annoyance.

“Oh! Almost forgot! I figured out what you need to eat- or drink I mean.”

“What is it…”

“Blood.”

Miguel just was dumbfounded.

“Wha-“

“I know it sounds insane! But I already told (Y/n), so she’ll help you out, byeeee!”

She zipped away as fast as he could say anything else, Miguel sighed once more, blood- blood! Why the hell is it blood.

Why do I even bother.

He moved on his back, forgetting it’s bringing tension on his muscles, he rather have tension on his muscles then thinking about blood, what was your first thought when you heard how delusional it sounds, ‘hey, (Y/n), I’m apparently a real vampire now, har har’

“Fuckin hell…” he groaned in annoyance. He brought his talons hands again and saw the little parasite on his right palm, he wanted to squish it, right when he saw it, but he couldn’t, what will you do if there was a dead body in your own bedroom, more importantly Miguel’s. He care about you so much, and your the same, he remembers when you asked him out, in his office at 12 midnight, how the stars across the night sky spring lifelessly around Noeva York, it was just right in his eyes and yours, but… he had to put the relationship on pause… he didn’t want to, really didn’t need to… but he told you, the multiverse and how if something happens he didn’t know what he’ll do…

In reality…

He doubted himself to even be with you or with anyone a matter of fact. Why be with someone that’s a workaholic, focuses but himself or “sometimes” on others but himself, getting violet bruises that you sarcastically call them your marks, getting cuts that turn into new scars that you like kissing, that… you…

God… even when he hesitated about himself he can’t get you out of his head, he feels trapped in your violet web, he adores you, loves you with all his beaten heart, so why…

why cant I…

The living room’s door suddenly closed with a slam, and tired sigh came from the living room. You came rushing in your room and totally forgotten Miguel was, because you took your mask off, throwing it at your bed, it landed next to Miguel’s upper arm, so he silently move to the right and started fiddling with it, then you unzipped your suit, which made Miguel silently stared at you, because you weren’t wearing a bra, just underwear. You gave a frustrated sigh and scrambling through your dresser, finding the right comfortable clothes to wear to sleep, you stopped suddenly, and stood up suddenly, “it’s in the other dresser…” you growled, and turned, then froze up, now just remembering that Miguel is here…

Miguel’s face was slowly turning into a deep blush, because your beautiful nips were facing him, you had dark violet piercings on each nip, having a cute small tarantulas dangling like little cute earrings, you on the other hand was surprised, seeing Miguel blush like he never seen something or someone that hot in years, which made you giggled from your head, you just smiled, “I… almost forgot you were here…”

“Almost-!”

You started giggling because how flustered he looked, she just waved off her hand and went in the bathroom, apparently her gray shirt and spar bra was in there, leaving Miguel with a blushful crisis, brain cells storming with your soft delicate tits in his mind, apparently that also declawed his talons, because he started to hide his face from all these thoughts.

Why are you so…

So…

“So what mig…”

Your voice made him flinch, and he looked up at you, “when-“

“You were dazed for about 30 minutes, but… why get so flustered, your not a virgin-“

“Amor- you flashed me- what am I supposed to say- like- ‘Qué tetas más bonitas tienes’” he laughs softly, and you laughed gently back, “Mig… I’ve been in many relationships before, if its throughout dressing rooms with woman, or my past boyfriends, I’m used to people’s eyes looking at me… I’m used to that…” she said with sincerity in her eyes.

“Have you ever been in any relationships before?”

“Only one, her name was Dana, but she was never really there… she was nothing compared to you, you genuinely are the sweetest spider I met…” he sighed afterwards slowly putting his right hand on your left thigh, gently rubbing it. “We broke up after 5 months, I tried doing hookups to drown my thoughts away… but that soon turned into work, then Gabriella… then putting all my thoughts into the multiverse…”

“But Miguel you know, I’m here for you, just like now…” you slowly touched his hand, but he flinched, then moved it away…

“You know… I…”

“I understand, but even if we’re just close… but not dating wise, I still want to help you…”

He was about to prevail until his stomach growled once more and you can see the discomfort in his face, so you laid next to him, he knew what you were about to do…

“I’m not-“

“Just think of it as a flu shot…”

No, I’m not hurting you…

“I’m not doing it, just forget about it… I’m used to not eating long periods of times… so dont-“

“Miguel… I’m not going anywhere, till ya try…”

Stop…

“(Y/n). I’m not doing it… forget it.”

She frowned, “I’m not going to sleep until you do…”

You-

Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, “(Y/n).”

“Miguel. O’Hara. Please….” You put your hands on his shoulders, slightly pushing him closer slowly… he could’ve easily resist but couldn’t because you intoxicated his pores, he loves you, he wants you, he needs you, but there’s always an itch telling him, he would hurt you, he would treat you like what Dana did to him, it would destroy him, if he ever hurts you…

Mi Amor, I don’t want to do this…

Mig… please…

He sighed through his nose, he knows how stubborn you can be, he knows that you would try anything to make sure he’s ok and not you…

He opens his mouth slightly on your neck, shaky breath of hesitation tares his weak heart, he closes it and gives a soft kiss on your neck, his arms tightly hold you, like he was about to lose you, “I’m sorry, my love…”

His teeth sinks in your neck, the venom sinking in your skin, which was numbing the pain from the bite, you hitched In discomfort, tugging on his brown locks to restrain a cry of how horrendous it felt, his scalp was hurting but that didn’t stopped the terrible thoughts that was swarming in his head.

Monster…

Your hurting her…

Inhumane…

When he felt full he let go from your neck, you were paralyzed but you were crying, he froze up, he didn’t know what to do, seeing how vulnerable you are, made him hate himself more, his voice was shaky, but he cupped your face gently, and whispers sorrys, and sorrys, and more sorrys, until he sounded like a broken record… your body was yelling at you to say something, but all you could do was close your eyes… while the hours go by…

—- night ——

When you woke up, you saw Miguel, he was on his side, sleeping soundly, with puffy eyes. His arms were hugging his body, like he was cold, but his damp sweaty hair, showed how he was overheating again, you slowly sit up, and a numbing pain was on your neck, you slowly touch your neck, you felt soft bandage on your neck, it was on the right side of your neck, it was sore, but not bleeding, you look back at Miguel once more, and he was still fast-asleep…

“Oh Miggy… what am I gonna do with you…” you whispered

You slowly got up out of bed and went into your bathroom, you started a cold bath for Miguel, after it was finished she walked back to Miggy, you nudge Miguel lightly.

“Mmggghh…”

“I made a nice cold bath for you-“

Miguel moved his back further away from your touch…

“Miggy… don’t you want to feel cool and refreshed… your heating up again…

Miguel sits up slowly, he was slouching a little when he was sitting, he was huffing slightly more then normal, you were about to lend a hand-

“I don’t need help. I’m fine.”

“Mig-“

He looked back at you like he didn’t want to repeat himself, you gave a frown of concern, but he ignored it and was about to get up, he stopped suddenly, because his nose started to bleed again, you were about to lead him a hand, but he smack your hand away.

“Miguel-“

“No necesito tu ayuda. ¡Detente!”

“Why are you suddenly so stubborn, Miguel- I’m helping you, I’m not agonizing you-“

“Well. You are. by just spatting at me like a child…”

“Oh. So you want to be so distant now, because you gave me a small bite yesterday…”

Miguel couldn’t say anything back, how can he, you were right, and he was being a asshole about it because he thought he can simply run away with the guilt in his chest, instead of just talking to you about… but no… he just wants to make it a whole lot worse.

“Shut your mouth.”

You gave a dry laugh, “Mr O’Hara… if you so deeply don’t need my help or don’t want to talk your doubts straight up, fine… But at least get your head straight because someone. That at least cares for a asshole like you… because last time I check your always alone in damn office…”

You suddenly got up and walked to the living room. You needed your space as he calls it, when you suddenly have your bubble about to burst… he claws the end of your bed, contemplating if he should just apologize or get up and be the asshole he is. So… he chooses the second choice.

He felt like he got hit by a metal bat through the dome, because his eyes were blurring up, he felt nauseous, so he put hands on the wall next to him, to steady himself from falling, luckily your bed was slightly close to the wall, he would’ve fell and humiliated himself with blood coming out of his nostrils, his body was trembling as he dug his talons through your wall, he swore, when he gets better, he’ll fix everything in your small apartment, but at the moment it’s ether throwing up his insides or fainting from a intense migraine that slowly easing in, but his body already had a mind of his own, his legs that felt like jello, collapsed suddenly, his stomach was itching for him to throw up, he stanched the small trash can next to the bed, then threw up, god why did it felt longer then usual, he clenched his side with his right, and his other hand was holding the trash can, it felt like hours once more from the last time but it was only 10 minutes, he placed the trash can down and unclenched his eyes to see the results…

Blood?!

His body was trembling once more, he saw his vision blurring up with tears, he couldn’t focus on anything but himself… he didn’t hear your rants, when you came walking in, were they rants? because you were suddenly next to him, with panic in your voice, Lyla zipped in again and was analyzing the blood. Even though she was a little glowing blob of light, he noticed the panic in her voice too, it was his blood wasn’t it. I’m going to die, what a asshole of a legend huh…

“Lo siento- Lo— siento… Lo siento…” through sobs I can’t even speak straight, when my hearing was slowly coming back, I heard my sweet Amor…

“Miguel… your going to be ok… Lyla gonna figure it out quicker… ok-“ your voice was trembling, why does it always have to be his fault to make you so scared…

“Voy a morir-“

“No- Miguel everything going to be ok. Don’t say that…” even though you were frantic, you still gave him a kiss on Miguel’s cheek, multiple smooches to be exact, they were soft and loving that was cooling his Terror-stricken thoughts…

“Lo siento…”

“Don’t be… you had a panic attack Amor…” she gave another soft kiss, “want to ease your mind with a bath…”

“Yes… please…” he whispered

—-

The bath was calming his overflowing guilt, but you were there too, massaging his scalp…

his sweet sweet Amor…

“Ok… I’m going to put some more soap in your hair, so it makes you feel more relaxed…”

He saw you move your hands away from him, which gave him longing in his deep velvet eyes, when you got more soap on your hands, you reached over once more, but he softly touched his hands to yours, you gave a cute confused face…

His sweet sweet Amor…

“Miguel… what wrong?” He moved his right hand down your arm to your hip and his left on your left side of your delicate waist… “Mig-?!”

He pulled you gently into the bathtub with him, your black tank top getting soaked with your pajamas shorts, he was wearing just some rubber boxers, but he pulled you close which made your confusion disappear with a fondness that he always craves off you, he gave a soft kiss on your cheek, then your neck…

“I’m sorry…”

He kissed you once more with a sadness with each kiss…

“Miggy…”

He tried to sit himself up a little, but his nose started to bleed again.

“Mig-“

“No. Love…”

He lowered his back back down, and looked at you with that ever so longing of deep sadness, you gave a sad smile, which made him crave you more…

He closed his eyes and sighed, then put his head in the water, and blew all the blood out of his nose, a light crimson flow was in the bottom of the tub…

He suddenly sits up slowly and started kissing your neck and face once more, he doesn’t care if his head is aching, he doesn’t care if his muscles are telling him to relax, he doesn’t care if his thoughts are yelling at him to stop, telling him that he doesn’t deserve you…

“I love you… Amor…” he whispered through each kiss.

You suddenly pulled back, and looked him in the eyes with gentleness, that he desperately needs…

“Miguel… I waited for so long… for you to say those wonderful words~” you softly laughed then softly smiled, “I always craved you, just as much… ever since I was so bold to tell my feelings, that one night…” she got closer to his lips, “your my star… mig…” and kissed him, he deepens the kiss, craving your sweet tongue to lick his fangs, tangle his tongue with yours, his hands were on your hips and he tugged you little closer, his big hands making you shiver because how small you were compared to him, his body was screaming at him to relax; his nose bleeding once more, but you don’t care for a little blood to ruin the moment, neither did he, because he pushed your body against the shower head side of the tiled wall, his moans were so whimpered, it was either the aching pain his body was toiling, or how much he thirst your soft lips on his…

He felt thorns going up his throat, he felt like gagging, it wasn’t you, it was like he was choking, so he let go of you suddenly, for some air, but all that just came out was a coughing fit, he started to panic, so he took his hands off you and moved his right on the side of the tub, and use his left to give some small punches in the middle of his chest.

“Miguel!-“

He couldn’t talk, his eyes were blurring again, dios mio, it felt agonizing, he kept coughing until…

Petals…

Rose petals…

Came out of his mouth, then…

A full rose came out as well, with a full stem on the very end of it still…

The rose had crimson blood dangling on some parts of the rose. The stem was weak, but you can firmly grasp it with three fingers.

You picked it up with ease, analyzing it, and Miguel was eyeing it cautiously, he didn’t notice that his lungs weren’t hurting anymore, because he was taking bigger breaths then usual, you noticed it too… you look up from the rose, then to Miguel, you also notice he straightened up his back more…

“How are you feeling?”

“Not like shit…” he joked

You just laughed, “no- well yes-, but you look better…” you said awkwardly afterwards, “Eres adorable cuando tropiezas con tus propias palabras~”

You had a light blush on your cheeks, but you preceded, “ok… take a big breath.”

He did so. And it surprised both of you, that it didn’t hurt. “Your talons?”

He brought his hands in front of him, and he actually brought them out and in with ease. You found it adorable, he slowly put a gentle smile on his face.

“Try-“

He suddenly stands up, without feeling nauseous or dizzy, he stretched his arms up. Flexed a little, which you lightly giggled, and he sits back down, some water splashed out but never ales, he felt like he was more alive again. Like he was free from any doubts…

You looked back at the rose, “you don’t feel the parasite crawling under your skin, do you?”

“No…” he looked around his body a little. Then looked back at you.

“I think the rose is the parasite.”

“EXACTLY!” Lyla popped up out of no where. Which started you both!

“Lyla…” Miguel groaned

“Hey! It’s not my fault, you two were aggressively making out… didn’t want to interrupt the spice~”

You just laughed, Miguel face started to blush, but settle down, when Lyla spoke up again.

“So…. Apparently you two did the easier way, then the uncomfortable way, that I’m not going to talk about… but yeah! Blah blah blah, love. Blah blah blah parasite turns into the flower that the person loves, and apparently Miguel likes roses, isn’t that adorable~”

You pfft, which made Miguel looked away with embarrassment, “but yeah! I’ll be taking that!” She made little portals and took all the petals and you dropped the bloody rose into one of them. “Thank you!!! Have a cute honeymoon!!!” Lyla made a kiss emoji and lefted…

You looked back Miguel. And brought your hand to his chin, to make him look at you, he proceeded, and you got closer to him…

“My cute little rose boy~”

Which made Miguel blushed even more…

“Oh~ Mi Amor~” and he kissed your soft lips once more…

My sweet sweet Amor~

[cultivating-wildflowers]

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[margoshvets]

Did another design for the ReverseVandelays AU and guess who it isssss Meet Kelp! Pepper's younger brother. More info is bellow.

A little continuation of the story.

Chai gets captured and is about to meet his end in a furnace. Luckily for him, he is freed from his cell by a mysterious hacker, who also happens to be a one-man stand opposition force against Pepper and her plans.

Not knowing what to do and seeing that he won't get out of this mess on his own, Chai offers a team-up. And his mysterious friend

Does not want to team up. At all. He is very confident that he'll be able to do everything on his own and just tells Chai to go home.

BUT that rescue did not go unnoticed. They both end up in a mess, and it forces him to cooperate with Chai. And when they finally met in person, oh boy, Chai was not ready for that.

Kelp is a very skilled professional when it comes to code and he is not shy to tell about it. He is also a big nerd.

His body is fully replaced by a prosthetic, but Kelp somewhat tries to hide this fact from others. He tinkers a lot with it (often breaking something).

Kelp likes to do "cool" stuff, but he never actually thinks about the consequences. He modified his arms to be able to shoot with energy blasts just because he wanted to and forgot to account for the potential energy cost. Playing too much with those will lead to his body's power core overloading and exploding. This is why he has a sword as his main weapon (although it needs recharging).

Wears make-up, but most times ends up messing it up.

[sensitiveuser]

Elisabeth Dmitrieff and Nathalie Le Mel (from very different backgrounds but both belonging to the International) were at the origin of the Union of Women for the Defense of Paris and the Care of the Wounded, founded between April 8 and 11, 1871. The other leaders (members of the central committee) were Thérèse Collin, Aline Jacquier, Aglaé Jarry, Blanche Lefebre, Marceline Leloup. The Union of Women for the Defense of Paris and the Care of the Wounded is often considered the first structured feminist organization in France, because it put forward essential demands such as equal pay, the right to vote and the recognition of full civic status for women. These demands reflect not only a quest for equality between the sexes, but also a desire for emancipation within the working class. The idea is to end the subjugation of women and to defend the emancipation of the working class. The members of the Union are ready "to fight and win or die".

This organization is exclusively female and administered by women of the working class. On April 11, 1871, the first "Appeal to the Citizens of Paris" is published in La Sociale. The Union of Women for the Defense of Paris and the Care of the Wounded advocates all-out war and the emancipation of the working class.

The missions of the organization ? To call meetings for the defense of the Paris Commune; to inform and help women; to find them work; to organize public rallies; to register women citizens ready to serve (in ambulances, at the stoves, at the barricades); to come to the aid of the poor and needy (with the aim of replacing nuns with lay personnel).

The “Appeal to the Citizens of Paris” is addressed to all women, urging them to fight for the defense of the Commune. The appeal also encourages these women to fight alongside men. This all-out struggle for the freedom and emancipation of the working class was reaffirmed on May 6, 1871 in a manifest published by the central committee of the Women's Union in response to the poster posted on May 4 by reactionary women who appealed to the "generosity of Versailles" and demanded "peace at all costs." The Central Committee responded: "No, it is not peace, but all-out war that the women workers of Paris have come to demand. Today, a conciliation would be a betrayal! It would be to deny all the workers' aspirations acclaiming absolute social renovation, the annihilation of all legal and social relations currently existing, the abolition of all privileges, of all exploitation, the substitution of the reign of labor for that of capital, in a word, the emancipation of the worker by himself"; the Central Committee called for a democratic, social and universal republic.

On April 11, the statutes of the Union were adopted. The objective of the Union is defined in its missions, its relationship with the government of the Commune, and in its organization: "To assist the work of the government commissions for the service of ambulances, furnaces and barricades. Committees are established in each district, in addition to a Central Committee assuming the general direction of the organization." Note that the statutes are divided into two chapters. A first chapter of 10 articles, relating to the administration of the district committees; a second chapter of 19 articles, on the subject of the administration of the central committee. The 20 district committees are placed under the responsibility of a central committee composed of a delegate per district. The members of the Union have the obligation to recognize the moral authority of the Central Committee and follow the instructions and orders of their respective committees.

Note that the statutes are divided into two chapters. A first chapter of 10 articles, relating to the administration of the district committees; a second chapter of 19 articles, on the subject of the administration of the central committee. The 20 district committees are placed under the responsibility of a central committee composed of a delegate per district. The members of the Union have the obligation to recognize the moral authority of the Central Committee and follow the instructions and orders of their respective committees. The organization is very structured, practical and demanding of its members. What you need to know is that Elisabeth Dmitrieff is very strongly inspired by the Marxist tendency of the International, and imposes a highly centralized, even authoritarian, monolithic union with social, political, but also military objectives. Like the Central Committee of the Union, the district committees sit permanently, appoint their bureau, and at each meeting, set up a rotating presidency. All members are revocable. The district committees meet every day, and submit a special report to the Central Committee on the state of their funds every two days. They are free to draw up their own internal regulations. The Central Committee, which must meet at least twice a day, is made up of delegates from the district committees (20 in number). It appoints an executive committee of seven members "responsible for contacting the government commissions for ambulances, furnaces, and barricades". In order to avoid wasting time on chatter, Article 7 of the statutes provides that subjects will have the possibility of being put on the agenda only if they are supported by at least 10 members of the Committee; Article 8 stipulates that "the floor may only be taken for a maximum of 10 minutes" and that "the same question may not be dealt with more than twice in a session by the same speaker". Decisions will be voted on by an absolute majority.

The Women's Union is supported by very politically active citizens. They belong almost entirely to the working class (with the exception of Elisabeth Dmitrieff). Historians have counted more than 300 skilled workers. Elisabeth Dmitrieff, Nathalie Le Mel, Thérèse Collin, Aline Jacquier, Aglaé Jarry, Blanche Lefebre, Marceline Leloup, consider that the emancipation of the working class must result in the emancipation of women. According to these activists, male domination "is part of the elements of the class struggle in the broad sense". Gender equality (in the public sphere as in the private sphere) must be one of the principles of the Commune.

In truth, few elected officials listen to the demands. Only Léo Frankel, Benoît Malon, and Eugène Varlin, show openness to the demands of the Women's Union. This lack of response from the members of the Commune inspired André Léo to write his memorable article entitled “The Revolution in Women,” published on May 8 in La Sociale. It was addressed directly to Dombrowski: “Do you know, General Dombrowski, how the revolution of March 18 was made? By women. Early in the morning, regular troops had been sent to Montmartre. The small number of national guardsmen guarding the cannons on Place Saint-Pierre had been surprised and the cannons removed; they were being lowered into Paris—without hindrance.—The national guard, without leaders, without orders, hesitated before an open attack. A few more turns of the wheel, and you would never have been a general of the Commune, citizen Dombrowski.” (La Sociale, May 8, 1871).

The Union of Women for the Defense of Paris and Care of the Wounded organized many meetings. Clubs appeared in most of the working-class neighborhoods of Paris. On the military front, the Union recruited many women and set up an exclusively female ambulance service. During Bloody Week, the women of the Union participated in building barricades, and some took up arms (the money collected by the organization was to be used to buy oil and weapons for the citizens who would fight on the barricades).

Another achievement of the Union was the closure of "houses of tolerance", the banning of prostitution, and the recognition of free unions.

The Union collaborated with the Commission du Travail et de l'Echange, before the march of the Versaillais on Paris ruined their efforts. The Union, which had counted the unemployed by profession and the abandoned workshops, had created cooperative workshops managed by women for women. On May 10, Léo Frankel brought together all the workers' cooperatives. On May 17, “Appeal to Women Workers,” to organize the definitive constitution of the union and federal chambers of women workers; the meeting took place that same evening at the Bourse. A new meeting was planned for May 21…

The Union of Women for the Defense of Paris and Care of the Wounded had a homogeneous composition, bringing together women from the same background and driven by a clear class consciousness. The Union of Women was not the only organization to defend the Commune, but it was the most structured and the most effective, leading both the war against Versailles and a fight for the advent of a new social order.