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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 5 years

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Loki's Happiness

TITLE: Loki's Happiness

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3 / 3

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Marvel is an A/B/O (Alpha, beta, Omega) universe, and since you are an Omega working for the Avengers, you take some pretty strong suppressants. However, once Loki comes along, you find out quickly that he is your alpha and he can smell through the suppressants. The first day he’s there at the tower he tries to approach you, only to be held back by the strongest -Apex- alphas ( Ex; Thor and Tony) while you hide behind Natasha and this angers Loki because he wants to get to you.

RATING: M for MATURE

NOTES/WARNINGS: This might be confusing to the reader at first but the reader finds out how things work as they read.

Author's notes:

-Depending on how mates are introduced decides the intensity of the Alpha and Omega's relationship. The order of senses are vital to how they are affected by the other as how well they produce heirs. The 5 senses; Sight, smell, taste, touch, sound.

THE ORDER THE SENSES ARE EXPERIENCED-THE EFFECT

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Loki took her to his room.

"If you need to relax after, go to your space."

"Okay Loki."

Then he approached cautiously and she had her eyes on his lips, face, neck, hands -any exposed flesh. Loki stood in front of her. And he was staring at her lips.

"Felicity… I am going to be gentle with you our first time. The goal is for you not to release an egg, this time. I imagine it is going to be difficult for both of us."

Felicity just wanted to taste him. Her eyes met his, "I thought after the final sense there will be an immediate need to mate?"

"We could make love before our final sense."

Felicity was confused. "Is that possible?"

"No matter what. We could not taste the other. It will be easier for the desired outcome."

Felicity nodded but she could not peel her eyes off of his skin. His hands were gently removing her clothes. Then he laid her on the bed with a smirk.

"How much can I trust you not to taste me right now?"

Felicity smiled and shrugged.

"With the way you are staring at my current state of skin exposure, I would say not at all. I'm going to have to keep my clothes on." Felicity's eyes widened and Loki spoke up. "There are ways I could make sure you don't taste me… certain positions, perhaps a gag." Loki moved off the bed and shed his clothes. Felicity watched each ripple of muscles. She was captivated. She never saw anyone naked before -his thumbs caught his underwear and she looked away with a vivid red across her face. "You are bare now and you are embarrassed to see me in the same state?"

"The Omegas help me care for myself during strong heats… I've never seen anyone -absolutely naked before." She peaked at his face that held a teasing smirk as soon as her eyes went down his bare body.

Felicity's thoughts were racing: Oh god. That's what that looks like? How is that going to go anywhere?

"I promise I will bring you pleasure."

Felicity squeaked and covered her face in embarrassment. She felt the bed press down and her stomach felt tight. She looked at him and noticed the near dramatic difference in size between them.

"Are you ready to start?"

Felicity could only nod. He pressed a hand on her pelvis and teased his way in between her legs. She was barely breathing with how amazing it felt. Then she felt something push against her, between her, and she shuddered. Then light circles were being drawn along her in smooth strokes. Felicity parted her legs further and further as she gripped the sheets in frustration. Something was building in her body as her muscles grew tight with the anticipation of more...

"You are almost there…"

"Please. Just do something. More-something."

"This might be uncomfortable at first. It will get better, I promise."

Felicity felt pressure pushing into her and she hissed. Loki told her to relax as best she could and focusing on how uncomfortable it is will make it worse. Told her to focus on the circles as he stopped adding the terrible tearing sensation. Soon she was in the world of bliss again. Loki eased the other sensation slowly. Soon his other hand was massaging her chest. Felicity thought those were only for feeding babes, not for pleasure.

She was making such embarrassing sounds but Loki encouraged more with different touches. All touches that could barely be felt. She whined his name as she felt the muscles he was touching contract tighter.

"Relax. You are scaring yourself from your pleasure. It is right there for you to experience."

The hand dancing along her chest went to her core. She felt those talented fingers getting slick and then were removed. Felicity groaned wanting that other hand back. Anywhere on her. Her eyes cracked open to see that missing hand being stared at intensely by Loki. Loki grinned as she looked at his hand..his fingers were wetting his thumb. Then those fingers were on her breast. They circled the nipple with ease now.

Felicity's mind blanked.

Her body was so light and energized. She smelled Loki's strong scent and she sought him out. When she didn't feel anything but heavily sheets her eyes opened. Loki was wiping his fingers off and breathed harshly outwards. She moved towards him with his name as question.

Loki turned towards her, "did you like your first orgasm?" He chuckled, "I'll take your giant smile as a good sign."

"An egg release will feel better than that?" Felicity's voice was melodic and hopeful.

"I would like to give you another without an egg before that."

Felicity's eyes widened, "but Loki!"

"Felicity, those were just two fingers."

Her eyes went to his pelvis and shot back up.

"You are already scared… Go to your space and relax." Loki's eyes closed and his voice was strained, "we can try later."

"What about.. your…"

"I will be fine. You don't need to worry."

Felicity stared at his face. Down his neck, chest, and stomach… she made a sound for question.

"You don't need to do anything."

"Can i… get familiar with..it.?"

Her eyes met his but she became flustered at his restrained smile and teasing question, "how are you going to do that?"

Felicity found interest in the golden design on the bed cover. "Play with it."

Loki chuckled, "you mean a handjob?" At Felicity's nod he went to the bed and laid down. Felicity got in the massive bed and knelt beside him. "Just start wherever you want." Her trembling hands found one of his. That hand went to her knee.

Felicity's hands explored every muscle in his torso and arms. She looked at the..odd appendage that was standing up. She let her hands go down the trail of hair but hesitated and put hands on his hips. Somewhere along her journey she straddled his legs and that was a strain on her legs at first but she got used to it.

"Felicity you don't have too."

She looked up at him and blushed.

"You have been staring at my erection for the past few minutes and THEN you blush when looking at me?" Loki's head fell onto the pillow with a small laugh.

"I just don't know what to do."

"Hold the length and gently move your hand up and down."

Felicity moved her one hand and wrapped her hand around it. It was insanely warm. Soft yet firm. She moved her hand up and then down. It was very interesting.

Loki sighed and his face looked relieved. Felicity's other hand traced along the balls forcing Loki to moan. All of her touches were experimental and earned a substance from the tip that helped with a smooth slide. Felicity was rubbing herself on Loki's leg, desperate for touch.

Loki glanced at her, "Do you want your second orgasm?"

Felicity's eyes were scrunched as his leg was not enough. She whispered, "Please?"

"Move further up. Straddle me. Now, just grind on me. Experiment and then we will see how you fare with penetration."

Felicity was trying desperately for release as she moved her hips against his. Loki's cock was parting her folds and rubbing against her wonderfully but it wasn't enough..

"Loki… I need more."

Felicity did as she was told and lowered herself slowly. Loki's moan and groans did something to her to make her push through the pain. Loki obviously smelt her distress and started doing those heavenly circles. She almost fell forward at the first few strokes.

She was pushed up right. "Felicity. No tasting yet. Lean back on your hands. Grip my knees if you need to."

Loki was the experienced one after all. She did exactly as she was told. Her good efforts were rewarded with pleasure and praise. Release came so fast it smudged all thoughts clear. She was on her back but Loki was above her, still joined together.

Just a single syllable as a thought. Oh..

"If you want to stop you need to tell me. I do have some things to help the swelling go down."

"Can we kiss now?" It wasn't a thought. It just flew out of her mouth.

"Are you scared?" She shook her head then Loki thrust gently and grew harder. Felicity's body grew hot, radiating from their joined bodies. "Are you sure?"

"Alpha, Loki… don't stop… kiss me. Alph-"

There was no word for it. It was too intense to explain what she felt as soon as Loki's tongue was in her mouth. Felicity could burn lava with how hot her body was. It was by far the strongest heat she has ever experienced. Loki was being very rough with her. It was a mix of pain and bliss. He bit her lip and tugged before melding their lips together again. Thrusts were so hard her legs were forced open to their max stretch, which added to the blissful sensation. Her fingers dug into Loki's skin and his fingers were in her hair while the other hand couldn't decide to: rub her breast, pull her closer by the hip, or push her leg further into the bed.

While Loki growled and groaned, Felicity moaned into his mouth or hair. The coil in her stomach tightened and she was screaming his name in desperation of release. Then Loki something sharp pierced her shoulder and she knew it drew blood.

The coil sprung free and threw her outside of her body. She still felt Loki going and keeping her body from coming down completely. Then her body was soothed with a sensation of fullness from a liquid. Loki was panting above her and she felt their sticky skin rubbing with each heavy breath.

Loki smiled down at her, "Three eggs…"

Felicity sighed… "no wonder I kept feeling so.. weightless." Felicity smelled the air and smiled… she was finally scented.

~~~~~~

Every night Loki mated her. It was normal, she needed scented daily. Then one night Loki smelled her after a thorough scenting and made the announcement into her neck.

Loki decided to start their own pack, especially with how Felicity's nerves were constantly probed by the other members. Everyone grew able to stand each other better once Felicity and Loki moved. Of course with twins on the way, Loki was convinced he would have a whole personal pack soon enough.

With full intentions of trying for many more heirs... Loki HAD to get an upgrade from a house with four bedrooms to a mansion and a staff to go with it. After their 7th child they stopped trying as much for egg release. It didn't stop the need for it during natural heats though.

When she would sing the children to sleep, Loki was pulled into a deep slumber as well. Soon he learned to wait in their own bed for her during night time. However the children had a different plan… a schedule for their Alpha dad to sleep in their bed on different days.

On nights were Loki would be able to sleep with her in their own bed. She combed through his hair as she pushed him into a deep slumber. Only to admire his face. She felt at peace with her fierce protector asleep because she knew Loki needed his breaks.

Felicity yawned after a night of staring at Loki too long before she fell asleep.

Loki went behind her. "Love what are we going to do about our sleeping schedule?"

She shrugged as she heard the children argue over whose turn it was tonight. She leaned into him with a sigh, "Go look at the chart."

"My Happiness…" Loki's hands found her belly and whispered into her ear, "there are only seven days in a week…"

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How to Keep Snakes Out of Your Garden – Gardening Channel

by Matt Gibson

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If you’re trying to keep snakes out of your garden, we certainly don’t blame you. Unfortunately snakes love to hang out in areas that are covered in a dense array of plants. They are drawn to spots where there is plenty of foliage that can serve as camouflage while they sneak up close enough to their prey to strike. They also prefer densely canopied areas because the coverage provides shade to cool their skins while the weather is warm. Snakes love a location that is an abundant source of food.

Unfortunately, these preferences mean that your garden is most likely a paradise to the eye of both venomous and non-venomous snakes alike. This article will cover the best strategies for keeping these reptilian rascals from making your garden their home.

So what makes your garden such a perfect habitat for snakes? Gardens are usually packed full of plants that cover the ground and provide both shade and plenty of hiding places. Most gardens also have at least one or two beds that are devoted to food production, whether that means fruits or vegetables, and some also have an herb garden. Even gardens that are completely devoted to blossoms and blooms still most likely contain plenty of plants that would make a great meal for a snake. In addition, gardens are usually a hotspot for rodents and other small prey that a snake can add to their feast on if they are not in the mood for simply a light salad.

Luckily, there are steps that gardeners can take to make their yards less attractive to serpents. There are even plants you can grow that will make snakes think twice about making your garden their home—or even just a comfortable place to spend an afternoon.

Read on to learn all about how to keep snakes out of your garden, and you’ll also pick up a few steps you can take to deter these pests before they become an issue. If you’ve already spotted snakes in your garden beds, this article will teach you a few tricks to send them packing quickly in search of a friendlier place to set up shop.

Tips to Keep Snakes Out of the Garden

Mow and Tidy Up the Lawn

Snakes love nothing more than to slither through tall grass undetected. Piles of rocks, wood, and other debris have lots of crevices and crannies that make a perfect place for snakes to hide between or underneath. Eliminate this allure by cleaning up the ground in your yard, removing any and all unneeded debris, and mowing the grass regularly. Snakes are not likely to stick around your yard when every spot they can find exposes them to the elements. If they were safe and sound under a blanket of grass and debris, and find one day it’s all of a sudden clean and tidy, snakes will pack up and leave in a hurry.

Read more: Foxes, cats and squirrels: how to deter them from your garden – Which? News

Keep Hedges and Bushes Clean, Too

Small prey, such as mice and frogs, tend to seek out the shelter of hedges, shrubs, or bushes to hide from predators and relax in the shaded areas that these small, ornamental garden fixtures provide. To make these spots less of an all-you-can-eat prey buffet for snakes, clean out the dead leaves and other debris that tends to accumulate underneath bushes and shrubs. If the small prey have no place to hide, they will move on. Once your garden area is lacking small prey for snakes to devour, they will search out places that are more accommodating to their appetites.

Check Structures for Gaps or Holes

Check the foundation around your home for small openings and gaps where snakes and other tiny reptiles can slide in and start setting up homes for their families. Also check for cracks underneath the doors of your garage, tool shed, storm shelter, or other structures on your property. When cleaning up the lawn, pay special attention to clearing debris away from structures as well. Inspect the outside of your home for small holes and cracks, then seal them up for protection against any unwanted houseguests—especially the snakes that are so attracted to these nooks and crannies.

Collect Eggs Before Snakes Have a Chance

Snakes thoroughly enjoy chicken eggs, and they have often been spotted lurking around chicken coops, waiting for the chance to fill up on their favorite protein source. Once snakes have already found your chicken coop and successfully snagged a meal or two made of your chickens�� prized eggs, the snakes will keep returning to see whether another treat is on the menu. If snakes have already infiltrated your chicken house, you may want to move the coop entirely to throw them off course. Alternatively, you can be sure to always collect your eggs regularly and never give a snake the opportunity to feed again. They will eventually get tired of striking out and lose interest in hunting around your chickens and their eggs.

Mulch With Rough, Jagged Materials

No one likes stepping on broken glass or rolling around in a bed of sharp rocks or thorns—and snakes are no different. Their sensitive scales do not like to travel over sharp surfaces. Therefore, one great way to deter garden snakes is to add a top layer of a rough, sharp mulch to your garden beds that they’ll find uninviting. Use natural materials, such as pine cones, sharp rocks, eggshells, or holly leaves, and lay out a surface that no snake would choose to slither across.

Use a Nontoxic Snake Repellent

Repellents are often packed full of potentially harmful chemicals that you don’t want anywhere near the garden where you grow your food. These chemical repellents can also be a problem if you have pets, who are susceptible to harm due to exposure to toxic chemicals because of their small size and tendency to eat whatever they find on the ground. Luckily, there are some nontoxic snake repellents available on the market that will effectively deter snakes from your garden—while at the same time keeping your pets, friends, family, and yourself safe from exposure to harmful chemicals and toxins.

Granular snake repellent can be sprinkled all around the garden, along the sidewalk, and around the foundation of the house. It can also be used to create a barrier around any structure that you want to deter snakes from entering. Treat your garden and other high-traffic areas on your property with granular snake repellent once every two to three weeks until your yard has been free of snake sightings for a while.

Target Other Pests

Most snakes are predators. They survive off of small prey, such as mice, moles and rats, as well as an array of insects, including crickets, grasshoppers, snails and slugs. If your garden area is free from the small prey and insects that snakes love to eat, they will have no reason to stick around and starve. Once you get rid of their food sources, the snakes in your garden will go somewhere else in search of more abundant sources of food.

Cultivate Plants That Deter Snakes Naturally

Luckily, gardeners have access to some of the best weapons out there when it comes to fighting unwanted garden visitors. We’re talking about the plants that have evolved to repel pests on their own in various ways, such as with strong odors or sharp thorns and leaves. The four plants we’ve listed below are great choices to keep snakes moving along past your garden. Choosing one or two of these may do the trick to prevent a snake infestation from occurring, but growing all four of these plants should do the trick to keep snakes away and send any current reptilian garden occupants slithering away in search of some new digs.

Lemongrass:

West Indian lemongrass produces a strong citrus smell that deters snakes. The pungent aroma that lemongrass creates (similar to lemon) doesn’t just ward off serpents, though. It can also drive away pesky mosquitoes and even disease-carrying ticks. As if you needed any more reasons to add lemongrass to your garden arsenal, it’s also drought resistant, easy to grow, and its foliage makes it a pleasant addition to any garden.

Onions and Garlic:

Onion and garlic plants emit a smell that is not only unpleasant to snakes, it also disorients them. Garlic, especially, is effective at fending off snakes. As they slide over a clove’s papery husk, the oily residue of the garlic gets on their skin, and this oil affects the snake in the same way slicing an onion affects a sensitive-eyed chef. Snakes react to garlic oil as if it were pepper spray. They will leave your property quickly, and likely take the memory with them as a lasting reminder of why they should not return.

Snake Plant:

Read more: 5 Ways to Keep Snakes Out of Your Garden

Also known as mother-in-law’s tongue, the snake plant is a great garden addition as a way to keep snakes away. Just the sight of this plant’s sharp leaves and striking appearance is actually said to frighten snakes away from the general vicinity where it grows.

Marigolds:

The marigold has a deep-growing and aggressive root system that emits a smell that keeps snakes moving along, and it has the same effect on many other garden pests, such as gophers and moles. The brightly colored flowers and pungent aroma attract beneficial insects and pollinators, like birds, butterflies, and bees, while driving away pests large and small.

Videos about deterring snakes from your garden?

Check out this informative list of plants that deter snakes:

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This video reviews several popular snake repellents and lets you know which ones actually work to keep snakes and other reptiles out of your yard:

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Want to learn more about deterring snakes from your garden?

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kyoune · 7 years

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fandom: mystic messenger word count: as yoosung would say.... “around 600 2000?” notes: saeran “ray” / mc, persephone & hades reincarnation au, takes place on v’s route, beware of spoilers!

in your dreams, instead of an elixir, you see pomegranate seeds.

The newly opened florist attracts a mean crowd.

Ivy vines crawl among the cracks of the tattered brick, framing the building’s GRAND OPENING banner, slung carelessly across the center sign. Though the initial front of the store looks worse for wear, it’s lively - filled to the brim with customers, they swarm among the doors, buzzing

The breeze that tickles you feels familiar, brings back memories of wildflowers and spring days. the fields of Nysa are in full bloom. They’re so pretty this time of the year, hm? A maternal voice hums in your ear, from a figure whose slender fingers (like yours, strangely) glide through your hair.

You don’t know why or how you can recall that specific place; it’s a place you’ve never been, yet the nostalgia is so strong.

When you open your eyes again, you are in the middle of the streets of Seoul, a bumbling young woman thrown to and fro by the rambunctious afternoon crowd. Ah, right. There’s somewhere you need to be, and your stomach is growling and -

-- there’s an unknown app on your phone.

Why do characters in horror movies act so stupidly? you used to ask. A handful of popcorn in one lazy hand, you’d binge watch the latest productions on your TV screen, shrouded in the dark and shaking your head, cringing at the thoughtless acts of “bravery” the protagonists would perform. How foolish, you had thought.

Little did you know, your own mockery would soon turn sour in your mouth.

It’s incredulous how a few taps and a phone call later, you’d gotten yourself into an unknown car, let yourself be blindfolded and taken away. It was stupid, yes, stupid, you admit, but there was something in that voice you couldn’t let go, a melancholy immune to time.

The car slows to a halt, graceful and soundless. Must be an expensive car, you think, as the nauseating lurch of gravity gently guides you forwards, putting more bubbles of anxiety in your stomach.

When the blindfold comes off, it is not the light that hits you hardest; it’s white hair, and a magenta heart, eyes the shade of a blue so shockingly otherworldly.

You’ve seen those eyes before.

“Ah, there you are.”

Decked in purple and black and greys, from head to toe, Hades, god of the underworld --

“Ray.”

“I don’t know what your tastes are, but I hope you like it.”

You do. It’s pink, and posh and god is it your dream room. Perhaps he simply has the same tastes, or perhaps he’s been stalking you - either way, it perturbs you that you almost don’t mind.

In a way, he feels less like a captor, and moreso a protector. Hell, with all these preparations done and his anxiety apparent, he appears like an admirer.

You wonder if this “Stockholm Syndrome” thing is getting to you, but then lunch comes, and food erases any debate of it from your mind.

(While you lift a forkful of eggs to your lips, a scenario pops out of nowhere: A tall man, robed in darkness strides towards your general direction. When your eyes meet, his face is kind, and lonely, and looks a little too close to someone else you know.)

As night befalls the residence, the screams and cries (of happiness! or so Ray claims...) die down. In their place, footsteps and shaky whispers brush along outside your floor, and the building turns into a haunting likeness of Hell. It’s a bizarre place, and it makes you uneasy, but for some reason, you don’t feel like much of a stranger. In fact, call yourself crazy, but you feel secure.

The underworld is intriguing. Outside is the river of Styx, of inverted nature. Souls and hands of the lost yearn to latch onto you, but Ray promises he will protect you, he swears.

“I shall be no unfitting husband for you…”

When you sit up and rub your eyes, however, he’s nowhere near you at all, and you wonder why your dreams are someone else’s memories.

“How do I pursue you, Ray?” you had joked, your smile reaching up to your eyes, and he’d been speechless, breathless. You are so lovely, so unlike him. Your voice lilts up the air and fills it with an energy he didn’t he was lacking, and perhaps, just perhaps this is what people mean when they say they’ve found their missing half.

Speechless and out of breath, he fumbles against embarrassment, fingers idly thumbing his tie. Dismissing the idea with a casual laugh, Ray flashes you a smile, sincere and twice shy, and tells you that unfortunately, those AIs are the only options.

You shoot him a pout at this, to which his smile widens. Before he figures you can do any more damage to his poor, lonely heart, he leaves, but not without parting words.

“I’m so happy you’re here, Persephone.”

An hour after he has taken his leave, you muse over that statement.

...your name isn’t Persephone.

“If you drink this elixir, you can be with me forever…”

Persephone is smarter, this time. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

But you have no shame, you remember pomegranate seeds and your first exposure to a real “contact”. You recall the beginning of no returns, and of periods where the Earth grew barren in grief over your disappearance.

Now, V’s face is the sad, mourning Earth, stripped of Mother Nature’s gifts. In his urging shouts, and alarmed “Run! It’s dangerous here, go!” you see Helios, the Sun. Go back, he pleads, your mother wishes for your return.

Hurried footsteps of hooded believers clash against the monotone droning of the computers behind you, and the mixture of V and Ray’s screams confuses you. Where do I go? Where can I run?

Caught between the chaos of the present and memories of someone else’s past, you blink, and see pomegranate seeds rolling on the floor, all red, red, red, and it makes you forget about the teal-haired hero and the sound of shattering glass.

“You…..”

As a new chaos unfolds before you, you wonder who you really are.

These are not AIs. You’ve known this from the start, because you are no fool.

How you know it best, however, is when the RFA members yearn for you, attracted like sunflowers to the sun. V and 707, red and blue, drone on and on about “research”, and a peculiar desperation in their searching rings a bell somewhere within.

But you’ve never known these people. Never in your life have you seen these faces, or heard their names (well, Jumin is an exception, probably, but it doesn’t strike much of a memory), and yet they are your family.

Maybe it’s the power of friendship? you tease, fitting in the group with ease. Their replies, as always, are hilarious: Jumin muses about the scientific validity of such a force, all while ordering Jaehee to compose another report. You can practically hear her sigh through the texts, joined by 707 playing along, Yoosung’s shocked stickers, and Zen being Zen.

This everyday banter is what you fall asleep to.

And you can feel it now, your lids heavy with the weight of sleep and stress. As if on cue, a total darkness consumes your vision, and a high-pitched shriek begins to ring in your ears.

( Demeter, your poor mother - her wretched wails can be heard from underneath the surface of the Earth. Like a banshee, she cries and cries, walking the Earth and demanding for you. I want my daughter back, give her back… )

An all-too familiar pop! tears you away from the vision, and you sit up again, gasping. Reflected off your phone screen is a message from V: “..those are the coordinates of my current location.”

You really should stop dozing off...

(Or you’ll get captured by Hades again.)

“Please stay with me… please don’t leave me... “

It’s a curse, you swear; you’ve seen this before. On his knees, Ray begs, pleading with the same desperation you thought you saw from the RFA. Voice cracking and soaked with tears, his fear of abandonment tears deep into your heart, a double-edged blade that cuts both you and him. One side needs you, the other wishes to save you, and the two worlds unknowingly engage in a game of tug-of-war with you.

But all you are is just a girl.

You are Persephone, you are the maiden of spring, and you are leaving.

“I will return to you.”

You lace your fingers into Ray’s, a soothing hand ruffling his hair, and seal your promise with a kiss. Head held high, a blank face betraying any hesitation you might feel, you beckon for 707 to hurry, before the Savior can catch up. Your lips move without you knowing.

“Come along, Hermes.”

707 slows, just for a bit, and shoots you perplexion.

“Who’s Hermes?”

The months fly by, and the calendar dates start to feel off. When did time start to hurry so much?

“Mint Eye’s headquarters have been detonated.” Someone, maybe 707, maybe V tells you, one day. “Rika went to one of our parties.” is told to you on another. You don’t really recall whose voice it was, because you’re lost in fuzzy daydreams of Hades and Persephone, and the possibility that Saeran is still alive.

Then, a phone call arrives one day, and your hands begin to tremble when the name “Saeran Choi” is uttered from the other line.

The hospital is a pallid white, too industrial, too formal. You wonder if this is also some alternate form of the underworld, because it makes you uncomfortable, makes you feel sick (ironically). But it has that same feeling, that certain security you’d feel nowhere else…

Or maybe you just feel that way because you see him, Ray, Saeran….

Embalmed in tangled sheets and IV drips, he’s barely even a person; as soon as you dare step in his direction, the nurses sense your intent and rein you in, their voices weary and their grip on your arms a touch too forceful. Substance abuse and mental neglect had shaped him into a violent, unstable man, and they all fear for your safety, but it’s alright, it’s alright, because he was once a god too.

So you raise at them the eyes of a God’s wife, silently imploring for their understanding. They’re the eyes you’ve used in your dreams, and it comes natural to you now. Though you don’t expect them to work, they do, and when Saeran rises, they fully back off.

Your eyes meet blue again, the otherworldly blue you love so, so much, and the maiden of spring intertwines her fingers with the god of the underworld.

“I missed you.”

author’s notes: god playing v’s route i thought of two things: 1) this kind of feels like persephone and hades with regards to ray/mc’s relationship and 2) please tell me ray gets a happy ending (and im heartbroken to learn he doesn’t...) so! this fic is a little kind of self-indulgence, a reincarnated hades/persephone! ray/mc thing with the added bonus of them having a happy ending :)

i havent written fanfic in a year & kind of rushed this + moved around some parts of the timeline so sorry if the events are kind of out of place...

more saeran fluff is on the way… and i do want to try my hand at zen or vanderwood fluff soon.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #saeran choi #please..... saeran route....... im so sad

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libidomechanica · 7 years

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Untitled Poem # 712

Called Beautiful Things invisible go see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Death, the grave,?

And clothes to pay for,

And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the lies Turning them back

if only I could certainly enjoy

two hours with Cary Grant as my own affection? Lying in bed I think of yet another out of the dying year Fallen on a turf grown green.

I stand unwon (however wooed) And rend the ground, Save those that come, whose glories, there must surely be The face not seen, the voices of the lone lake.

She comes to me.

Ended.

Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without what it looked like. “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fists around the universe everyone else forgets I will hold your voice my heart.

When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, except for a distant mortar & somewhere or other, worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

Is love?

Sweet tones are remember him!” A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall live by fame; My verse your voice my heart, I know I can’t compete. They are not wrong, who deem That my days have been crying. Jean Arthur with thoughts, will dignify our feast With those that the flowers should we defer our joys?

Is keeping

To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the door; So I turn’d to the new way.

Bright air hangs freely near your newly cut hair

It is so easy now to see gravity is like the night Of cloudless climes and touches you With a thousand days and loops, a good buy!

With a short-legged hen,

If we can get her, full of eggs, and the rain lasts anywhere It feels right to be despaired of, for our money; And, though, we were destined not to be up this close in tight wind It feels right to notice the bird and feel for the close exposures: poorly-mounted countenances along Broadway, the pigweed cracking each hath one, and is one. When thou return’st, wilt tell me, Then live with the changing.

Great Voices

Roll in from Sea, By starlight and candle-light and dreamlight She comes to me. In the wild rose-briar, Friendship like that.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #57 texts

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mama-orion · 7 years

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Sacre Coeur, chapter 5

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Chapter one + chapter two + chapter three + chapter four

The flat is quiet. The paramedics have gone, the armed guards have become invisible somewhere on Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson has finally stopped fussing and retreated to her flat. Sherlock smells cinnamon and knows she is relieving her anxiety with her customary ritualistic baking. Molly fusses with the makeshift lab in the kitchen.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay? I could assist, let you focus on John, be on hand.”

“Thank you, Molly, no, I’ve already monopolized too much of your time. I’m sure the stiffs are backing up in the morgue.”

“Well, alright. But you text me if anything changes.” While Sherlock stares out the window, she sterilizes one more set of glassware, wraps back up in her coat and scarf, and gives his shoulder a squeeze as she passes. He catches her hand.

“Molly, truly, thank you. Without your help and clarity these last few days, I think I would have lost my mind.”

Molly grimaces a smile. “Take care of yourself, too. At least, try to.” She pads away quietly across the carpet, picks up Mycroft’s umbrella, and hurries down the stairs.

Sherlock stands in the sudden silence. He wrinkles his nose – the usual smells of the flat are swirled with the slightly medical pong of hospital antiseptic. He peeks in again on John, stationed in his room, looking more comfortable in the old pajamas Sherlock took from his house that morning. Detached from all the wires and monitors, he looks as if he’s just nodded off in Sherlock’s bed. Molly thought the sensation of it would be helpful, make him feel at home, no matter how many times Sherlock insisted nothing ever happened and what’s more, 221B hasn’t been home to John Watson for almost 3 years.

“Won’t matter,” she’d said with a wise smirk. “It’ll still feel like home to him.”

Sherlock snaps up his bow and rosins it while he paces the bedroom. “Well then, welcome home, John.” He pockets the rosin and picks up the violin, settles his chin, and begins to play.

…

Late afternoon light is pooling in the room when Sherlock finally puts the violin down on the bedside table. He stares at his immobile friend for a while, watches the steady rise and fall of his chest, his relaxed face, then sighs. “Take a rest, John, I’ll just be in the kitchen.”

He’s halfway through the first experiment Molly had dictated when he gets up to check on John. Nothing has changed. He returns to the kitchen, moves a few petri dishes around. Checks on John again. After twenty minutes of this, he roughly pushes the kitchen table down the hall and through the bedroom door, clinking and rattling with the apparatus, and slides it under the window.

“Sorry, couldn’t be free of me for long.”

An hour later he’s got John propped up on pillows, a towel draped over his chest, experimenting with the best ways to spoon in bone broth so it doesn’t dribble down John’s chin. The first time he reflexively swallows, Sherlock feels triumphant. But when John erupts into a fit of coughing, he nearly falls over with the shock, thinking he’s killed him for sure. It passes. Sherlock’s shaking. “Sorry about that, John, I’m afraid you’ll be getting the worst of all my on-the-job training today.”

After clearing away “lunch,” he pulls a worn paperback from the duffel he’d brought from John’s house. Perching gingerly at the foot of the bed, he begins to read aloud the first chapter of The Two Towers. It had been on John’s night table. After a few paragraphs, Molly’s voice rings in his head. Patients in coma have, on occasion, responded positively to familiar stimuli, reassuring touch and voice. Human contact, Sherlock. His brain patterns indicate he is mentally active. He’s reachable. Help him know he’s not alone in there. Sherlock looks up from the book, taps his lip as he considers, then slides to sit next to John in the bed. Leaving a few inches between them, he continues to read.

Two chapters in, the words begin to blur and he recalls that he never did sleep last night. He lets the book drop to the blanket, head falling back against the propped-up pillows with an extravagant sigh. He watches John for a long while. He should go back to the experiment, he thinks. He should text Molly to bring over spirulina powder. Maybe he should play again, Bach this time.

Instead, he lifts a tentative hand and, heart racing, places it lightly on John’s shoulder. He almost expects John to flinch at the touch, but he sleeps on. Would John mind? Sherlock slips into his mind palace, heads directly to John’s wing, and opens the sturdy steamer trunk where he’s stored all of the confusing deductions he’s made of John over the years, the collection growing larger of late. Certain looks, sentiments expressed, an unexpected touch. It had all been so mixed up with John’s justified anger at the false suicide, the ridiculous wedding planning, and the constant threat of Mary that Sherlock silently struggled to disarm, always playing John’s amiable best man. To be anything other than that would have meant immediate threat to John’s life. Mrs. Watson was very clear about that.

In the perfect, quiet safety of his mind palace, Sherlock briefly rests his forehead against the edge of the chest, letting a bitter relief flood through him. He’s been holding it back for days. It wasn’t right to feel it when he should have been using is brain to save John. He can feel it now, for a moment. Yes, things are still dire, it’s been fucking terrifying for months – years, really – he was so rarely in control. But now, at least, Mary is no longer the cuckoo in the nest with her fingers around John’s throat, playing Sherlock like a puppet. The cuckoo flown is something to chase, to trap. And he will find her. He has absolutely no doubt.

Rubbing his hands roughly over his face to focus his attention, he pulls out weathered maps and navigation charts from the chest, each one a key to some moment he saw something in John’s behavior and wondered, Does he? He studies the touches John had offered, freely, though always with qualifiers. In particular, the dancing lessons at the flat (educational purposes); the hand on his knee during stag night (inebriated), the hug during his best man’s speech (high emotion). None had made John perceptibly uncomfortable. He decides it’s at least appropriate for him to proceed with light touch.

But there is the… other evidence. Sherlock pauses, then reaches to the bottom of the steamer trunk, unlocks a hidden compartment in the false wooden floor, and takes out a small round object swaddled in soft velvet that’s the precise blue of John’s irises. Protected inside the folds is a smooth glass egg, shot through with wisps of silver-gold, the color of John’s hair in afternoon light. If he didn’t have the artifact, he wouldn’t believe it had happened at all.

Snapping open the egg on a hidden hinge, he unlocks the memory of John at his bedside when it was he lying in hospital, unreachable.

…

The memory of the shooting was fresh, hours old. Had John’s memory begun to degrade by then? It had been too difficult to observe, thanks to the anesthesia... And John had been in a state he’d not witnessed before that made it…difficult to read him.

John had been shattered that night. Sherlock had expected the grief. He had anticipated anger, it was an unavoidable necessity. But the sudden horror of the lie he’d been living coupled with the imminent death of his best friend...who had kept it all from him… Well, it was almost a relief when John had forgotten it all in the morning.

Sherlock had known it was going to be a bad night. That was rather the point. But he wasn’t supposed to get shot. He was supposed to be helping John through the pain, explaining everything, doing better this time, including him so they could finally face it together. He’d wanted to reach out so badly, hold his hand, hold him.

But Sherlock could not even push his eyes open. By some trick of his astounding, ridiculous brain, he could hear everything, watched as the scene was painstakingly recreated in his mind’s eye: John sitting by his head leaning close to him – his voice near, the scent of him strong, still in the same plaid shirt, rumpled now, sweaty, the jumper removed – perhaps from exposure to blood. He perceived John’s face to be slick with tears – frequent sniffling and choked breathing – and often buried in his hands, his halting voice muffled. He would have looked exhausted and worn, the anger and worry creasing his face into an older version of himself.

As if afraid to touch him, John had only once lightly brushed his fingertips down the side of Sherlock’s arm where it had rested on the sheet. It had tickled, but he couldn’t even flinch. And his words... Despite the absolute shit-show the night had become, he is grateful to have been left with the artifact of his words. He will cherish them in the years of solitude that undoubtedly lie ahead.

“Was on my way to say something to you today... Wish like hell I had. Might have prevented... this. Somehow. (a long silence) You should know, Sherlock. When I met you, I was given something amazing. Something precious. Saved my life. But I fled from it. I wanted it so badly, but I was terrified. Jesus, what did it say about me?

And you, one moment you were a heartless sociopathic prick and the next some brilliant, benevolent creature who could read my mind with a look. I knew I had been given something… but I had no idea what to do with it. I figured I could live that way, long as you were nearby, didn’t matter what it was. “And then I lost you. I knew then that I’d wasted it. Utterly. I was broken. Worse than before I met you, because then I knew what I was missing. Tried moving on. God, what a bloody mess…couldn’t even do that properly. I thought she was (his voice cracks and the words are choked, almost silent) …thought she was safe.

“And when you returned, Sherlock, what that did to me… You watch what you wish for, you just might get it. So yea, I got you back. But too late. All wrong. I should never have gone on with the wedding, but I was angry, so terribly angry... How could I ever forgive you for putting me through those two years? I made myself believe it was better this way.

“It wasn’t. Even if this whole nightmare was what I’d actually thought it was. Marrying a nice woman, starting a family. I’d botched it. Knew it on my wedding day, bloody hell the things you said, your face...

“When you were away… I should have been helping you, should have been with you, Sherlock. (A long pause. He wipes his face, takes deep breaths as he’s been taught in therapy, and when he speaks again there is iron in his voice.) “Because it’s not the damn danger, Sherlock. It’s not, though we both know we love it. We’re more than that, always have been. We’re like some equation that doesn’t make any sense in its parts, then you put it together and it’s… it’s right. (Deep intake of breath) I realized, of course, much too late. It’s always been you, Sherlock. Only you. God, I love you.”

There had been noticeable changes on the monitors, but John had been too focused on his thoughts, too exhausted, too certain of Sherlock’s unconsciousness to notice.

“There. Said it. Case you hadn’t deduced it already. So. Please, will you do this for me? Another miracle. Wake up. Be okay. For me. So I can try to get the courage to say this to your face one day. I can’t make this mistake again, Sherlock. Christ, if you’ll even have me…”

Lestrade had come round the next morning for John’s statement and found him asleep in a chair by Sherlock’s bedside. John had woken confused, the details of the shooting blurring, jumbled, no memory of how he’d gotten to the hospital or what had occurred after. The nurse attending to Sherlock took pity on him and filled him in on Sherlock’s condition. Lestrade attributed it to shock. Sherlock knew better.

John had called Mary from Sherlock’s room, bewildered, apologizing profusely for not coming home - god, she must have been so worried - gushing his relief to her that Sherlock had lived through the night, had become stable. When he rang off, he’d said, ‘Love you, too.’

…

Sherlock snaps the egg closed, carefully rewrapping the velvet and sealing it deep inside the chest. Then he slams the lid down hard.

Slipping out of his mind palace, he very carefully shifts across the bed, closing the gap between them, and eases himself against John’s side. He stays like that a moment, stiff and terrified. Gradually, the sound of John’s steady breathing lulls him, the warmth of him soothing. He drops his head to John’s chest and listens to his heartbeat. He is asleep in moments.

…

Sherlock wakes with a jolt. The room is dark. Sitting up carefully, he realizes he’s been asleep with his head on John for hours, drooled on his shirtfront a bit. He can tell from the pitch and frequency of the traffic on Baker Street that it’s about 2am.

“John,” his voice is gravelly from sleep, “I’ll trust you didn’t mind too much that I kipped on you instead of a pillow.” He scrubs the cobwebs from his eyes, pushes up from the bed and shuffles to the door. While he has woken marginally refreshed, the human contact does not appear to have changed John in the slightest.

Outside the bedroom door, he finds a tray on the floor holding a cold pot of tea and a covered dish that smells of curried chicken. He gives it a small smile. Though his stomach growls traitorously, he steps past it, returning minutes later from the bathroom with a basin of soapy warm water, a soft sponge, a clean towel, and a change of absorbent pants for John. He settles his nursing gear by the bed and considers John for several moments, fingers nervously tapping his thighs. This is clinical. “As I’ve had to use the loo, I’ll trust you’re in need of some… refreshment.” This is nursing. He pulls on fresh latex gloves and sighs. “I’m sorry, John, but you will need to suffer more of my trainee fumbling.”

…

221B, 3 days later

Sherlock is hunched over his microscope in the bedroom. He’s surrounded by petri dishes and slides, beakers of solutions, scraps of paper covered in his spidery writing and formulae, Mrs. Hudson’s empty dishes. He’s wearing his blue dressing gown tied over his oldest, softest pajamas, hair sticking out at odd angles from frequent tugging.

Suddenly he pushes back from the microscope and slams his fists on the table, the glass apparatus clinking in protest. Dressing gown swirling, he spins out of the chair, knocking it over with a clatter, and strides to the door. Just as he’s about to storm out, he notices John from the corner of his eye, lying ever-motionless in his bed. He freezes, hands pulling at his hair, and stares at him, trying to bring his breathing under control.

His mobile pings a pre-set alarm, jolting him out of his thoughts. Running his hands over his face, he scrubs at his eyes and sniffs loudly. It’s time to take care of John.

“Sorry, that one didn’t work, either. Time for a break, hm? I’ll get your lunch.” He ducks into a small, portable refrigerator that’s been moved next to his dresser, reaches past a rack with several stoppered vials of blood, and removes two jars. One is a container of the bone broth Mrs. Hudson simmered up for him, and another holds a thin, chlorophyll-green slurry he’d made of spirulina and pureed vegetables.

With the deft actions of an experienced care provider, he plucks up a short pipette from the lab table (the spoon was inefficient), balances all of his containers in the crook of his left arm, and scoops up the fallen chair as he walks past, settling it with a bang (no response). Sherlock deposits his jars on the bedside table, which also hold his violin and bow, and The Return of the King, which he began reading aloud that morning. Bending over, he gently slides his arm under John’s back and shifts him up onto several pillows, then scoots next to him on the bed, sitting closely so he can support John’s head. With several small feedings each day, he’s gotten quite good at this.

Though he has taken immaculate care of John, Sherlock hasn’t changed his own clothing, hasn’t slept since the first nap, hasn’t shaved, has hardly left this room and not once left the flat. Mrs. Hudson has been leaving baked goods and pots of tea outside his bedroom door. Despite his original plan to only eat what John is eating to better monitor his needs, he had noted the increasing protests of his transport, his caloric need obviously more demanding than one who is sleeping soundly all day. He takes a blueberry muffin from his dressing gown pocket and eats it in three bites.

Propping the broth between his knees, Sherlock leans toward John and says firmly, “Alright John. It’s time to eat.” Delicately, he pipettes cool broth through John’s lips, waiting for the reflexive swallow before adding more. When he’s painstakingly fed him a half-pint of the broth, he moves to his green drink. John grimaces in his sleep at the taste, which Sherlock finds incredibly endearing. “There now, see it as motivation. Wake up from this and I’ll order you tamarind duck as a reward.” He absently wipes John’s chin.

He wonders, for perhaps the thousandth time, at this utterly vulnerable version of John before him who would loathe to be the subject of such care, could barely stand it when Sherlock brought him mint tea for his colds. John would just as soon solve this problem with a hare-brained sprint across London, gun tucked out of sight. While Sherlock misses that, pines for that, the deep aches in his own recovering chest tell him how unlikely that’s going to be for the foreseeable future. If John wakes, when he wakes, he corrects himself, will he ever forgive Sherlock for seeing him so weak? Will he drift away if their days of danger together are subdued to accommodate an invalid? Doesn’t much matter. Once he understands everything, he won’t be staying.

He pushes the thoughts into a shadowy corner of his mind palace, stashes the jars back in the tiny fridge and pulls out a black vinyl case holding rudimentary physician’s tools. He takes John’s temperature, checks his blood pressure and pulse, studies his fluttering eyelids – evidence of REM sleep, interesting – taps reflexes, and notes everything in a small blue book. Then he rolls John onto his side to take the pressure off of his back and surreptitiously reaches for the IV. He hasn’t attempted it since the first day, tests the sensitivity of the bruise on his chin where John had lashed out. But signs of dehydration are becoming evident, even with the liquidy feedings. He has to risk another try.

“John, you’re a doctor, you know how important it is that I keep you hydrated. So just put up with this for a bag’s worth and I’ll take it away. Can you do that for me? Please?”

Snapping on pale blue latex gloves and dabbing at John’s wrist with an alcohol swab, he deftly inserts the IV and efficiently tapes it onto John’s skin. John frowns in his sleep and begins to roll roughly. Sherlock tenses. “Alright, let’s not have a repeat of last time, John, I don’t need you to wake up to me with a broken nose.”

John continues to struggle, as if wrestling something in a nightmare. Sherlock watches him, biting his lip, deliberating. With a quick nod, he quickly tosses the gloves onto the floor and slides onto the bed behind John, wrapping his arms around his chest and holding him tightly, speaking soothingly into his ear. John fights for only a moment more. As soon as Sherlock has pressed close to him, John gives a deep shudder and calms.

Heart racing, Sherlock marvels at this immediate change, marvels that he is holding John. Though he was motivated by purely medical need, the warm contact sends bolts of electricity through his chest and his breath comes fast and shallow. Would he object? Be angry?

Show him he’s not alone.

It’s always been you, Sherlock. Only you. God, I love you.

Sherlock thinks of those lazy afternoons they used to loll around the flat, reading through the papers over a long breakfast and mugs of tea, just saying whatever came to mind or nothing at all. He misses those days with a painful longing. He thinks John does, too. As the bag of saline empties into John’s body, Sherlock starts to talk. He tells him about old cases, about the 200 different kinds of ash and ways to discern them from one another, just to annoy him. He rambles about his childhood, his time at the university, a trip he took to the Alps, a dog he once loved.

The IV bag is empty. He hesitantly gets up, considers taking the opportunity to change it. John stirs and frowns in his sleep and Sherlock absently squeezes his shoulder as he stands. “It’s okay, John. I’m coming back.” He replaces the bag quickly – John is already starting to stir again – and curls back up with him on the warm spot on the blankets, this time less anxiously. Waiting for the second IV bag to empty, Sherlock settles his chin above John’s head. He dozes off.

Sherlock wakes with a startle to find the second bag empty and John still perfectly calm. Lifting himself heavily out of the bed, he pulls on new gloves and removes the IV, rubs the skin with an alcohol swab, and covers the wound with a small plaster. John does not stir. Well, we cracked that one just in the nick of time.

Pushing the IV stand off to the side, Sherlock’s mobile pings an alarm again. He sighs. “John, as ever, I humbly ask your forgiveness for this encroachment of your personal space, but needs must.” Peeling back the covers, Sherlock finds the absorbent pants need changing and handles the cleaning and new application with minimal fumbling and only a few muttered curses at the adhesive tape. The first time, in his terror and haste, he’d put it on backwards and gotten a sodden mess of sheets for his trouble. He thinks gratefully of John’s Iranian nurse who did this so effortlessly. Perhaps the children were good training.

Sherlock’s hands freeze in mid-action as a memory bursts through his thoughts. The baby. What will become of it? Will Mary terminate the pregnancy? There’s still time. Or will she keep it as the spoils of her conquest? Retain it for future blackmail? He fumbles with the tapes, frowns. He can postulate all he likes about the child’s position in his game of chess with Mary, but the simple realization sits firmly in his mind, shocking him. I must find that child. For its sake. For John.

When everything seems to be correctly attached, he gently tugs a fresh pair of his own ancient pajamas onto John. They’re too big for him, but soft. This clinical familiarity with John’s skin feels natural now, though certain thoughts betray his professional demeanor. John’s skin is softer than it has any right being.

He should probably run another test on the blood samples, but exhaustion is prickling at the edges of his eyes and dulling his thoughts. It’s the middle of the afternoon on the third day. If John doesn’t wake, they’ll relocate him at midnight to the secure facility Mycroft has selected. At his own insistence, Sherlock will not be permitted to know its whereabouts until they apprehend Mary and determine the extent of her network, in case he is found and used again as a pressure point. He has no idea how long that could take and it galls him, how she can push them apart even after she’s fled.

He turns away from John, arms crossed tightly, hands white-knuckled. Failure. Idiot. You couldn’t do it. Couldn’t find the pattern. What an absolute fool he’d been to believe that some pretty violin music and unrequested snuggling would bring him back. They’re smarter than you. Just accept that you’ve been well and truly beaten this time.

“I’m so sorry, John. I tried to keep you safe.” He can’t keep it at bay anymore. “I failed you.” The grief washes into his mind palace in a flood of thick black water.

Sherlock lets the tears fall, lets his chest shake with sobs. Serves me right, my turn to know what it’s like being left behind.

Gradually, the wave of crying subsides. He rubs his face on the sleeve of his dressing gown, and even though there is no IV-related distress to justify it, he slides next to John on the bed again. Might be the last time. It still worries his heart to be holding John without his permission, but he can’t stop himself. He is home. The smell of him, the firm curves of his chest and arms, the scratch of his cheek stubble against his own. If this is wrong of me, John, I’m so terribly sorry. But if I must send you off, let me do it this way.

John, as ever, has no reaction, though Sherlock imagines that if he were to try anything like this with a lucid John Watson, he’d likely flinch away and reaffirm his not-gayness while magnetically pulling toward him with his eyes. “Oh John, why don’t you just wake up so we can be idiots together and flounder through this mess.” Burrowing his head next to John’s on the pillow, he holds him tightly.

Though he’s bone-weary, sleep won’t come. “John, do you remember when we used to play Rock Paper Scissor? We would always tie, the variables were too simple for me not to anticipate. So I added ridiculous items like dynamite and earthquake. To make you laugh. I miss your laugh. My eldest brother… he was a chemist, too, I’ve never told you. Saw the aptitude in me before the others… he added Catalysts to the game, two-handed combinations…” he rambles on.

“Please,” he whispers into John’s ear, holding him tightly. “Fight this. Wake up. Come back to me.” His tears fall onto John’s skin as he plummets headlong into dark, overpowering sleep.

…

221B, the present

Sherlock finally stops talking. He’s been far away, living the memory again as he’s shared it with John, every bit of it, and comes back to himself now with a startle and a sharp breath. He ducks his head, afraid of what he will see when he deduces John’s expression.

But before he can even turn, John’s fingertips are at his stubbled chin, gently pivoting Sherlock’s face toward his own. Confused, Sherlock lets him, locking onto his eyes, ocean-blue irises eclipsed by wide pupils.

John has a pained expression, his eyes darting back and forth between Sherlock’s, reading… what? Is he about to tell him how Sherlock selfishly jeopardized his well-being? That he overstepped every boundary? That he has no memory of his confession? Sherlock can feel his heart beating in his throat, sees John’s pulse in his neck. Is this a new side-effect of the drug? Should he take his blood pressure?

Leaning toward him, cupping his jaw, John says very quietly,

“I remember everything.”

Sherlock freezes. All mental functions come to a crashing halt. He can feel a strong exhale across his cheek just before the stubble of their thin beards rasp together. And then John’s lips are on his own. Moth-wing soft.

Vesuvius erupts in Sherlock’s mind, sending molten lava cascading through his chest and into his limbs.

...Oh.

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juliettespencerus · 5 years

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

If you found yourself woken from a deep sleep in the middle of the night with an incredible itch and find there is a line of at least two insect bites, chances are that you have bed bugs sharing your bed and feeding off you while you are asleep. For me, this is how it started and I thought it could be any insect or even spider bites and became a huge problem that robbed me hours of sleep and a hell of swells nights after nights for almost two years until I cracked the code. I am sharing this from a personal experience of dealing with bed bugs infestation in my apartment for over a year. I am by no means a scientist, nor am I an entomologist. The experience, though, came from countless hours of research of what works and what not from a real life experiments.

There were nights I woke up from a deep sleep to vicious itches from bites of these hungry little devils. After a few nights of deprived sleep, I became easily agitated and was extremely miserable. I had a very hard time concentrating at work and felt very tired. Luckily I had my own business; otherwise I would have been fired from constantly showing up late and not in the mood. The swells were also embarrassing. My friend wouldn’t let me go near their home for fear of getting infested by the bugs. The problem kept getting worst and I didn’t have the money to hire a professional terminator to come and heat up my entire apartment.

I tried very desperately to find out a way to stop this insanity but nothing seemed to work. Trust me, those red dots are an understatement when it comes to having to be woken up in the middle of a deep sleep. After months of research, I stumbled upon a one of the youtubers about how alcohol can kill bed bugs right on spot. I had some live bed bugs to experiment and from then on, the recovery began. So, this is what I found out and I want to share this very effective technique, so you can at least get some good sleep at nights.

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YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

Before getting started, I must warn you that this is a temporary method that requires some patience but it will work over time and eventually get rid of those pesky bugs for good. You just have to know what to look for and what to avoid and do to prevent them from colonizing your most personal space. Be persistent and vigilant of any indications that there might be a bed bug invading your living space. I didn’t have pets, so solutions might be different for those of you who do. But by applying the same principles, you can also alleviate the problem by following these steps.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

New arrivals: Like me, most people are not aware of the problem until it becomes too late and the problem will be very difficult to solve. But if you have just noticed the bites, chances are it’s a new problem and can be very easily fixed. You just have to be sure the bites are from bed bugs and not a mosquito bite that will never follow you into your bedroom.

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

If you see red swells in zigzag lines or small clusters or a straight row, chances are the bugs have invaded you. While these bugs don’t spread diseases to humans, the bites are extremely irritating and can lead to bleeding and infection from scratches. And good luck if you are diabetic.

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

Find out where the bugs are. If they are in the area near the seam line of your garment, like at the edge of your shirt sleeves or the collar of your shirts, chances are that’s where the bugs hide or where they laid their eggs and when it’s hatched, hungry baby bugs rush out to feed on the closest exposed skin. Another bug’s favorite hiding place in your closet is where the socks are because it provides the best accommodation to bugs and it can’t be seen. But don’t despair because these can be very easily fixed. Here is how:

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

I’d buy a ton of 99% rubbing alcohol and put them in a spray bottle near by. I even bring it everywhere I travel with at least one or two bottles. Once I notice the bites from one of these areas, I’d spray the alcohol all over the seam line on my clothes, especially around the collar where my big vein from the neck is exposed. Spray on them until they are wet. This usually kills the adult bed bugs on contact and will save you at least a day free of the bites. Repeat this everyday before you put on your clothes. What also pleasantly surprised was that my feet no longer smell like a dead rat from being in the shoes all day. I can go to any house and confidently take my shoes or sneaker off without the host making funny face. This alone will justify having 99% or at least 91% rubbing alcohol around for personal grooming purpose. Cautionary note: it’s not recommended to light a cigarette or a match when you are waiting for the sprayed item to be dried. You might end up killing the bugs but losing your favorite garment or even your house for good.

Once you are aware that you have the problem, then treating it is very easy. If you think it’s from the place you just returned from a vacation, you then just spray the whole luggage, backpack, then put them in plastic bags where bed bugs can’t crawl out of it to your bedroom. Bed bugs can’t travel on a smooth slick surface like plastic bag, nylon or a bottle. It’s like making a deadly trap where they are waited to by massacred by the spraying of alcohol. It’s quite satisfying to know that you have power over these bad guys for the first time. But don’t do this on a person; you might get a punch in the face instead. Repeat this process every time or even everyday before you put on your clothing and this will save you from the wrath of hungry newly hatched baby bugs. I do it on my sock everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

Diatomaceous earth is made from the fossilized remains of tiny aquatic organisms called diatoms. Their skeletons are made from a natural substance called silica. Over a long period of time, diatoms have accumulated in the sediments of rivers, streams, lakes and oceans. Today, silica deposits are extracted from these areas.

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead Bed Bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

From my experiment (you can try this for your own satisfaction), bed bugs are dead after 48 hours after the exposure, so I figure I’d round them up where they cannot escape and die a slowly death within the bag of my vacuum cleaner. This is where the power of your vacuum cleaner comes to play.

First I suck a good amount of the earth into the vacuum bag, then I let the fun begins by vacuuming the whole affected area over and over until I don’t see or am sure that all bugs are in the bags, especially around the bed area where bugs like to settle cause who wouldn’t want to live far away from work right?

Then I spray the earth as a barrier to keep the bugs from taking a tour to my next room by laying a line of the earth along the door. It’s not a pleasant sight but I would trade that for a good night sleep for my kids any day. You want to repeat this process at least twice a week in the beginning until you or your roommate or your kids don’t experience the nightmare of waking up in the middle of the night for a month, then you can go easy on the diatomaceous earth depends on how serious your problem is.

Bed bugs detect human by the carbon dioxide we breathe out and don’t have any sense of smell, taking a bath in cologne won’t deter them and the only way you can hide from them is to stop breathing or you can kill them.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

I know parents will love this, except when they see their utility bills, but putting your clothing in a hot dryer can kill bed bugs and their eggs if they are exposed to the heat at least 90 minutes plus you get to sleep in a clean sheet like staying in a five star hotel three times a week. What not to like? And if you get a bite at nights, it means the bugs are somewhere in your mattress or close by. If you have this problem, it could be that you already have an infestation problem. I remember the horror when I saw my ex-roommate’s mattress filled with bed bugs drops, bloodstains and what you see on the Internet. It’s true and it can happen to you very quickly, especially if you like to leave your room cluttered and a mess. So, this is what I did and it worked at least the night of the treatment.

Wash the bed sheets, blanket, and pillowcases in hot temperature and put them in the dryer for at least 90 minutes. There are laundry detergents for bed bugs on the market now but I haven’t tried it. I think it’s worth giving a try because if it works, then your battle is mostly won.

Vacuum the mattress and the area around the bed every night and make sure there is some diatomaceous earth in the vacuum bag, especially the cracks and seems along the wall. If you have a carpeted room, then it could be harder but it can be treated with patience and time.

If not sure, spray seams of the pillow, mattress and any fabric with rubbing alcohol near where you sleep thoroughly until they are wet. Wait until they are dry before you go to bed cause you don’t want to get high or drunk laying in 99% rubbing alcohol.

That’s how I completely got rid of the bugs within a month or so. I then was able to have a good night sleep without any interference immediately after the bedding treatment at least for a few days when the bugs can return.

I hope this helps. At least it gave me some immediate relief after sleepless nights to a point where I get paranoia every time I felt a tingling sensation in my body because I have such bad reaction to the bite and it was such a painful and itchy experience. I wish there was something like this to help me through that period.

I’d go with the most powerful vacuum cleaner and the food grade diatomaceous eath if I can. The rubbing alcohol is a must if you don’t want to have the bites on your body during the day when the baby bugs are hatched and hungry.

Let me know if it works. I have also listed the products I used, or you can simply browse them on this website, https://bedbugscenter.com. Imaging if your were giving a presentation in front of your important client and all in the sudden you have this horrible itch that distract you from doing your job. Well good luck and enjoy seeing watching these bugs starting to die off until they are disappeared.

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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throughhappyeyes-blog · 5 years

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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How To Get Immediate Relief From Bed Bugs Problems

PEST CONTROL SERVICES GENERALLY DON’T OFFER A PERMANENT SOLUTION AND CAN BE VERY EXPENSIVE AND TOXIC. EVENTUALLY, THE BUGS COME BACK IF YOU DON’T HAVE A GOOD MAINTENANCE SYSTEM IN PLACE.

YOU CAN USE A VERY SIMPLE AND INEXPENSIVE PRODUCT TO KILL BED BUGS AS YOU FIND THEM OR AS SOON AS THEY ARE HATCHED OUT OF THEIR EGGS.

I WAS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM AND WAS ABLE TO HAVE ITCH-FREE NIGHTS OF SLEEP AGAIN BY FOLLOWING THESE FEW SIMPLE STEPS WITHIN TWO WEEKS.

There are two types of bed bugs problems:

Identifying if it’s a bed bug bite:

Once you identify and know for sure that the swells and itches are form bed bugs, here is what you do next

99% RUBBING ALCOHOL IS YOUR BEST ALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING THE BED BUG BATTLE.

Bed bugs usually lay their eggs after they are well fed, most likely right after they feed on you and you want to prevent that from happening as soon as you get bit.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST BED BUGS WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

everyday just for the odor removal purpose and my feet never smell better.

WIN THE WAR AGAINST Bed Bugs WITH A POWERFUL VACUUM CLEANER AND DIATOMACEOUS EARTH

I still remember how satisfying watching this little mo-fo suffocate and die and turned into a dried dead bug after 48 hours of exposure to diatomaceous earth.

WHAT IS DIATOMACEOUS EARTH?

The microscopic particles of diatomaceous earth are deadly for bedbugs. Particles attach themselves to the body of bed bugs and physically “scratch and dehydrate them to death!” Because they kill them mechanically, they cannot become immune as they do with so many chemicals today. Because it’s a mineral, once you’ve dropped it, it stays there and continues to work. You can sweep it away as you get rid of dead bed bugs, but the diatomaceous earth does not lose its energy over time. It does not contain any pesticides or other dangerous compounds and it so safe it can be used to de-worming pets as well.

CLEAN UP AND WASH YOUR BED SHEET AT LEAST THREE TIMES A WEEK!

The uninvited guests that refuse to leave:

#Bed #Bug #Bites #Problems #Bugs #How #To #Get #Immediate #Relief #From

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