#night night sleep tight treat the bedbugs right

[microwave-core]

my haley brain rot is terminal, sorry

[thebargainingchip]

Blood Colors: Chapter 1

Masterlist

Pairing: Roan x Reader

Warnings: None for this chapter

Somehow deep inside you knew you'd find yourself here in this position and when you acknowledged the fact things just got worse from there. How could you have been so stupid? Why did you trust so easily when you knew what people were capable of? And what made you think that the next person would be any better?

The icy landscape around you gave way to lots of these thoughts, out here the only sound was the wind blowing. You and Roan hadn't really talked much on the journey here, mostly because the wind swept away any sound. Your journey to the capital of Azgeda from the would take 4 days from the Azgedan border, and you were now only on the second day. Roan led the two of you over to the rocky mountains nearby and found the cave entrance, you assumed he was searching for, you would ret here tonight, not far from the nearby forest.

You both set to work on the cave entrance, packing a snow wall with a small opening to shield you from the icy winds. You and Roan and a few of his other guards had journeyed from Polis where the journey had first started. Those 3 days consisted entirely of horseback riding that had left you sore in places you didn't know where possible, in fact, you were still feeling the effects that the leathery spine left in your pelvic region. You hadn't checked but you had felt the bruises that had formed. The guards however which included Echo, or as you called her the Ice Bitch™, had broken off from the group to scout ahead because they couldn't afford to run into the Splita, not with the King in their midst. The Ice Bitch™ had been reluctant to leave the two of you behind because she didn't trust you but you assured her that you wouldn't be able to kill Roan, he was too strong, you'd only be able to seriously maim before you yourself would succumb to your injuries. She hadn't been happy with your smart quip but she had left reluctantly on Roan's orders to lead the guards. Needless to say, Echo didn't like you and you would've liked Echo if it wasn't for the fact that she had tried to hurt Clarke on multiple occasions.

Azgeda was a strange place, the borders were cold sure but as you went in further you ran into more and more snow. You were already getting sick of it.

Finally, within the enclosed space you heard Roan's voice which you almost mistook for a figment of your imagination. "You can start the fire so long, I'll go find us some dinner." You nodded and went out to gather sticks from the nearby forest using the small axe that Roan had kindly brought on the journey to gather enough for the night. Then crawling back into your makeshift hideout you got out your flint and a knife and worked at the fire. You vaguely remember the survival classes on the Ark but you never thought you'd actually have any use of it in real life. You laughed to yourself, hearing it ring through the cage and stopping immediately at the sound.

Luckily by the time Roan got back, you had managed to get the fire going which meant he couldn't embarrass you by swiping his knife once over the flint and having a flame spark to life. You guessed it was with his banishment that he had learnt to do it all. The dear he had shot thudded heavily against the ground, he had already taken the time to clean out most of the organs and leave them buried in the snow as to not attack wolves or bears or generally anything with teeth. Pulling off your gloves, you flinched when you had to pick up the ice cold knife again, settling awkwardly next to roan to help him cut the skin away. The number of layers you had to put on had minimalised any and all movements that your joints could perform. You were sure you looked like a waddling penguin when you walked. Roan, however, wasn't wearing as many layers as you were, he was apparently accustomed to the weather, only using a heavy jacket and a long sleeved shirt.

"How are you holding up?" You were too tired to take offence to his question and maybe that should have been your answer too. It wasn't a joke you had realized, but after waging through thick snow for at least one day you were dead and you wished you were knowing that nothing would calm the ache in your muscles but time and rest, neither of which you would have. Sure there were those special boots you wore that spread your weight more evenly so you don't try and struggle through the knee-deep snow but it was still much more of an effort.

"Easy peasy lemon squeezy." You said.  

"Lemon sq-what?" You seemed to catch him off guard a little as for the first time you noticed his dumbfounded look.

"It means it's okay." The scepticism is clear on Roan's face but you aren't about to tell him that you only said that so you could say the phrase. Besides what did it matter, you just wanted to reach the capital before you died out here in the cold. When you two had finally cut up the best parts of dear and built a small roasting fire, you settled back next to the fire warming your cold hands in the heat.

"Tomorrow we will face our most treacherous pas, it's about an hour climb up to the top."

"Climbing?" You deadpanned. "Ice or rock?"

"Mostly ice."

"Great." You mumbled.

"At least we won't need to set lines, with our scouting party ahead, it'll be ready."

"And I'm guessing there is no other way or...?" You trailed off hopefully.

"Oh there is but the other way will put an extra four days to our journey or we could walk through the pass but we'd most likely get raped and killed after twenty minutes ."

"We?"

"Splita don't always discriminate. Besides we didn't bring the ice picks for nothing." You looked over at where you had laid your weapons, which you thought the only use for those would be on your journey.

"Right."

"Before we reach Redak, the capital city, you need to know that Azgeda aren't like the other grounders, they will uses and reason to challenger you, they will try and kill you."

"You mean like the challenge between you and Lexa?"

"Yes, but in Redak, it's not as rare as it is in Polis. An uneventful day is one without someone dying in a fight."

"What if I refuse?" You questioned with a shrug.

"You will only look weak. I can only protect you so far, if you are faced with a formal challenge then I cannot help you. Except I can teach you." Roan said his icy blue eyes settling on the food to make sure it's not yet burning. You stayed silent as he continued, "You are good with hand to hand combat, but you're still unfamiliar with a sword and a spear and an axe-"

"We could go on all day about the weapons I am not an expert in." You interrupted.

"We'll need to train every day, we'll start with hand to hand when we reach the city," Roan said you could see it, he was treating you like he would Clarke. You guess that meant he didn't consider you totally a lost cause.

"You just said I was good." You pointed out.

"That's the problem." He handed you your portion of the meal and you promptly dug in, almost unbearably hungry by this point Once you had finished, your stomach full, you rinsed your hands with the water from your water skin and shed your jacket, laying it out on the ground and lying down on it.

"We leave before sunrise tomorrow," Roan said as a sort of good night, sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite before he himself settled down on the ground and turned his back to the fire and you.

You woke to your name being yelled loudly and you sat up with a jerk head swinging in the direction of the voice. At first, you didn't hear the growling and then it became apparent. A deep rumbling sound filled the cave and you were on your feet immediately then darted for your sword, the weight still odd in your hands. You managed to catch the stick Roan through at you and pushed it into the fire letting the head, which was wrapped in a cloth, catch fire. The kerosene smell filled the room as the growls increased. Roan was watching the entrance with an intensity that had you quickly focusing on the same place. It's fine you just had to be bigger than them, they hated fire. There was sniffing at the man-sized whole and then another growl that reverberated through your chest, it was so close. The snout almost looked bigger than the wolves you had spotted before but you didn't get a chance to access it as the snout disappeared. It went silent, you held your breath for a moment listening but could only hear the wind. It was almost past twenty seconds when you finally breathed a sigh of relief but Roan didn't. You were about to say something, readying your voice to whisper and then-

The wolf, the first one of a whole pack, rushed through the entrance tumbling through the snow that had slightly melted to form an icy hard wall like it was nothing.Which it probably was for it. You stumbled back as you noticed the sheer size, tripping over your own jacket on the floor. the wolf's head just about being at level with Roan's chest, maybe even your neck.

"Get up!" Roan yelled at you but you were frozen, did he not see the huge fucking wolf. The deep-throated growl almost had you pissing yourself as the wolf lunged. Fuck.

[littlelovelymemes]

✰ * º ❛   that 70′s show sentence starters   ❜

‘  you know what your problem is? i’m too good looking.  ’ ‘  god, what did you have for breakfast this morning? carnation instant bitch?  ’ ‘  oh, is this what we’re gonna do today, we’re gonna fight?  ’ ‘  because you’re breaking up the band, yoko!  ’ ‘  an apple? where’s my candy, you son of a bitch.  ’ ‘  she told me she loves me and then i told her i loved cake...  ’ ‘  how’d you’d like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass?  ’ ‘  look, if i could run across the beach into my own arms, i would.  ’ ‘  you know he never liked phones. he said he could hear voices in ‘em.  ’ ‘  when my time comes, i wanna be buried facedown so that anyone who doesn’t like me can kiss my ass.  ’ ‘  you know what your problem is? you’re really cute... so no one ever told you to shut your pie hole.  ’ ‘  god, we are such the... perfect couple?  ’ ‘  you’re cold? well damn, i can’t control the weather!  ’ ‘  the gym, or as i like to call it, the institute of things i can’t do.  ’ ‘  well, i’d like to help but... not as much as i’d like not to.  ’ ‘  don’t put me in your fantasies. i don’t even like being in your real life.  ’ ‘  i don’t like people. i like rock n’ roll, sex, and pizza -- in that order.  ’ ‘  i’m not loving anybody that i’m not legally required to.  ’ ‘  and if somebody doesn’t tell me i’m cute in the next five minutes, i’m gonna scream!  ’ ‘  don’t hate me because i’m beautiful.  ’ ‘  i can’t count on much in this crazy world, but i can always count on you.  ’ ‘  i’m going to go out, meet some boys and crush their hearts one by one.  ’ ‘  where zen ends, ass kicking begins.  ’ ‘  you guys are fighting like cats and whores.  ’ ‘  cake is good, but you cannot have sex with cake.  ’ ‘  well, my head says no, but my heart says no.  ’ ‘  the three true branches of the government are military, corporate, and hollywood.  ’ ‘  hey man, if you don’t get caught, everything’s legal.  ’ ‘  yeah, but god didn’t see that. i was in my van, and he can’t see through lead.  ’ ‘  college is for ugly girls who can’t get modeling contracts.  ’ ‘  college is for women who don’t want to marry the first idiot they meet and squeeze out his bastard moron children.  ’ ‘  i was never happy. i was just less pissed off.  ’ ‘  sometimes when i’m alone, i just love to cuddle.  ’ ‘  i have a definite opinion on this... i don’t care.  ’ ‘  when he’s unhappy, i know our relationship is in good shape.  ’ ‘  all right, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs put their foot in your ass.  ’ ‘  that’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.  ’ ‘  we have some breaking news: i’m toasted.  ’ ‘  but i don’t want to go outside. there are people out there.  ’ ‘  oh, please. i’m a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-assed son of a bitch.  ’ ‘  no, i’m not pouting. that would upset our routine. god knows i wouldn’t want to move in a new direction and accidentally slip in a puddle of fun or anything.  ’ ‘  i’ve just decided being sad is a waste of my time.  ’ ‘  he called me ugly on the inside and the outside. i’m sorry, but he’s just wrong about the outside part.  ’ ‘  i don’t really cook much. i just plan on getting by on my looks.  ’ ‘  no, no, no, you just don’t move on from me. i’m like alcohol. you need a twelve-step program to break my smell.  ’ ‘  you know, being here under the stars, sitting on the grass makes me really glad i’m not poor.  ’ ‘  the person i love the most is me!  ’ ‘  i was voted most popular, best legs, and now godmother? what can’t i do?  ’ ‘  why am i alone and all of you less attractive people are happy?  ’ ‘  it’s better to have loved and loss than to be butt ugly.  ’ ‘  okay, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: everyone loves me.  ’ ‘  why get out of bed when you can read about people who got out of bed?  ’ ‘  i got a lot of free time. i mainly use it to nap and cry.  ’ ‘  i’ll just curl up in the fetal position and think about pancakes.  ’ ‘  have you been in bed all day?  ’ ‘  last night i only slept like... nine hours.  ’ ‘  i pity you because you’re dumb.  ’ ‘  responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted.  ’ ‘  they want to kill rock n’ roll because they know it makes us horny, man.  ’ ‘  i would love car sex... or just sex... or just a car.  ’ ‘  no, i don’t feel bad. i don’t feel anything.  ’ ‘  man, think about it. we hold information that could crush the very heart and soul of one of our best friends... i live for days like this!  ’ ‘  it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die.  ’ ‘  talking isn’t gonna help me, okay? what’s gonna help me is, like, drinking.  ’ ‘  hey, yeah, that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard!  ’ ‘  i wish i was an octopus.  ’ ‘  thanks, but i’ve gotta go to sleep because i have a big day of misery ahead of me.  ’ ‘  life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you.  ’ ‘  well, for your information, i’m already sorry i was ever born.  ’ ‘  i don’t have a hickey. i was using a curling iron.  ’ ‘  give me a reason why i shouldn’t set you on fire.  ’ ‘  i’m a hottie, you’re a nottie.  ’ ‘  prison is not an option for me, okay? i can’t pee in front of other people.  ’ ‘  man, time really flies when you take two naps a day.  ’ ‘  oh, no. now i have to act normal.  ’ ‘  oh, i just remembered i can’t loan it to you on account of i hate you.  ’ ‘  i’ve been diagnosed with a disease that makes me irresistible to women.  ’ ‘  you know what the best thing god ever did was? boobs.  ’ ‘  i’m like ketchup. i go good on everything!  ’ ‘  when we were about to fool around and i said that i washed my hands, but i really just got done playing with like six dogs.  ’ ‘  there’s a rabbit stuck in a tree and i want to return that rabbit to the wild so it can lay its eggs.  ’ ‘  if this is about maturity then i want nothing to do with it.  ’ ‘  a wedding without a trampoline? that’s crazy talk.  ’ ‘  i don’t wanna blink ‘cause i’m afraid to miss even a second of your cuteness.  ’ ‘  you seem normal around your family, but out in the real world, you’re kinda nuts.  ’ ‘  i could get arrested. i could go to girl prison. this freakin’ rocks!  ’ ‘  my parents are fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides, but i can’t because they’re both idiots.  ’ ‘  why would sally sell seashells down by the seashore? i mean, that’s a terrible location for a seashell stand.  ’ ‘  i’m not strong, but i know a lot of ways to destroy men emotionally.  ’ ‘  i don’t have feelings for him. i just hate that bitch for making him happy.  ’ ‘  i’m not jealous, i just want to pop that inflatable bitch and watch her fly around the room.  ’ ‘  hello, it is me, the object of your desire.  ’ ‘  i’m a beautiful girl with a shrill, demanding voice. i’m pretty hard to ignore.  ’ ‘  a gold digger is what these idiots call a woman who knows that love eventually wears off, but money is forever.  ’ ‘  you see, a more productive use of my time is revenge.  ’ ‘  i cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth.  ’ ‘  i don’t answer stupid questions.  ’

[shirtlesssammy]

10x09: The Things We Left Behind

Then:

Netflix, why won’t you let me watch the Then segment? Here’s our recap for 10x08.

Now:

Welcome to the pain. MOC!Dean had a nightmare about murder.

At a youth transition center in Pontiac, IL, we’re re-introduced to troubled teen, Claire Novak, who has a severe attitude problem. It seems she was caught shoplifting and now she’s heading to solitary for a bit. (No wonder Claire’s a little angry...she’s an orphan in a juvie center that treats the kids less than human. Ugh.) The next morning, the guard announces that she has a visitor: her father. The emotions that flit her face just break me. She remembers the first time she met Castiel (“I am not your father”) and she knows the man in front of her isn’t her father, but her reaction to seeing the man with her father’s face is heartbreaking. She feigns toughness and demands, “You took everything from me. What do you want now?” Castiel responds, “Nothing, I just—I came here to help you.” Cas asks about Amelia, and we learn that a few months after Cas ripped apart their family, she left Claire with her mother and “went to go find herself.” And ever since Claire’s grandmother died, she’s been living the dream.

Cas wants to help, so Claire asks him to get her out of there.

Step One: Put on a tie, Cas.

(This was uncalled for.)

Step Two: Meet with the woman running the joint and convince her to release Claire to her “father”. She sees through their bullshit immediately. (But it sure is cute to watch Cas try.)

At the bunker, Dean’s self-medicating with the Three Stooges, and Sam’s helping by bringing him a grilled cheese sandwich. The Mark of Cain is not far from either of their thoughts.

Back at juvie, Cas enacts Step Three: He busts Claire out in the dead of night.

Rowena!

Crowley’s got her chained up in his dungeon. A demon brings in another demon that is topside illegally. She pleads to see him, but is rebuffed.

Cas takes Claire to a restaurant for some vegetables.

Claire tells Cas that he’s changed. He used to be a dick and now he’s just kind of a doof. Cas bby, bonding with your pseudo-daughter. He has changed. He’s seen the world, and understands humanity a little better.

The check comes and Cas asks Claire where they’re going next. Claire builds her walls again and tells him she doesn’t need babysitting. Just because he’s feeling guilty, doesn’t mean there’s more to their relationship. Cas won’t take no for an answer, so Claire switches gears. While Cas is attempting to pay for the meal, she heads to the ladies room, only to sneak out and hitch a ride (with Cas’s money.)

Cas calls the brothers to help him with locating Claire. Dean’s none too pleased (but let’s be real, he’s pleased.) Sam heads off to the youth center for possible leads, while Dean and Cas stay behind.

!!!BURGER DATE ALERT!!!

I don’t need to be that dramatic, but this is a *moment* with these two. There’s sailing ships and bi!plaid shirts, and most importantly, real honest conversation. There’s support and advice and kindness and confessions and...and...sigh. They’re each other’s biggest champions and neither of them can see it.

Meanwhile, Rowena butters up to the other demon. They swap stories and Rowena admits that she’s locked up because she “was a horrible mother.” Crowley concurs.

At the youth center, Sam learns that Claire had a friendship with a Dustin Tate. Claire also ran away a lot --one time for six months. Sam wonders where she hid out.

We soon find out it’s at a house of a man named Randy. Claire gives him Cas’s wallet (oof, it even had Jimmy’s wallet --and I’m JUST NOW figuring out why Cas’s birthday is always in July in fanfic. I feel like such a fake fan sometimes.) Despite her best efforts, Randy admits they’re “still short.” It seems that whatever Randy’s got himself into, it’s coming due later than night. This whole situation with Randy is beyond creepy. He guilts Claire more, and she implores him that there must be something more they can do. Randy has shifty eyes. He clearly has a plan for Claire.

Cas and the Winchesters ambush Dustin as he heads in to the Wiener Hut for work that night. Cas hoists him up along the wall by his throat so he’s really not holding much back. The Winchesters look on. YAWN another day at the office. Claire is busy robbing a convenience store so she can buy Randy out of his trouble. Cas intercepts her just as she starts to slip the gun out of her pocket and surprise the cashier.

Cas gives her a stern talk in the alley. Robbing people is wrong! Claire tells Cas that he killed her dad so who is he to talk about wrong or right with her? She pulls a gun on Cas and when he tells her, gently, that it won’t hurt him she swings it around to Sam and Dean. “You just stood there while this monster took my dad,” she says. When she turns back to Cas she tells him she used to pray to him every night about her dad.

“I know,” Cas says. Oh, Cas. He’s remorseful but they still try to convince her that she’s better off not going back to Randy. Claire tells him Randy is family - not Cas. Family don’t end in blood, after all.

Back with Rowena, a smirking guard approaches. Crowley is ready to see her! She’s led into the throne room where she addresses him as “Fergus.” Crowley looooves that so they’re off to a running start.

Rowena congratulates him on becoming King of Hell. Crowley scowls at her proud mama routine and asks her why she abandoned him at the age of eight. She lobs excuses at him.

Crowley’s having none of it, though, and he tells her he has a family already. (Ah, the themes are tying together so nicely now.) Rowena mocks him, though. Backstabbing demons make poor family. “I’ll always be your mother. And I’ll always love you.” She kisses him tenderly on his forehead while he looks ahead, his face a grim mask.

Meanwhile Sam, Dean, and Cas hit a bar. Cas asks for a shot of alcohol to burn away his pain. He’s worried about Claire but Dean tells him in his sweetest, most friendly manner (<sarcasm>) that Cas wearing “her old man’s meatsuit” doesn’t exactly help out his cause. The look Sam shoots him:

Sam tells Cas that Claire loved her father so she’s not going to get over her dislike of Cas any time soon. Cas reveals that he never knew his own father so he doesn’t understand the bond. He asks the Winchesters about their dad. “He’s not gonna win any number one dad awards,” Dean says, winning this prize I just created for UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR. Sam prompts him to tell a story of a visit to New York. They were in the area for a hunt and after Sam and John fell asleep Dean snuck off to CBGB. Dean gets roofied and as he slips into a haze John Winchester shows up and scares everyone around Dean. Afterward, John tells Dean he’s not his friend, he’s his father - and his job is to raise Dean right. And he did it! Dean grew up super well adjusted! Dean slams down the rest of his whiskey. Cas worries about Claire. Do they think she’s in trouble? Yes, yes they do.

Back at Randy’s Claire busts in on a little crime boss confrontation. Randy’s cornered while they shake him down for their money. Claire spits in the boss’ face, so they’re all off to a really great start. They haul Claire away and the boss tells Randy that he sees through his “caring father” act as a way to get her to steal for him. Randy tells him that he’s willing to bargain Claire for the rest of his debt if the deal is sweet enough.

At Hell headquarters, Rowena is about to be locked up again when she and the other prisoner accuse Gerald of smuggling people out of Hell. Crowley ends up knifing Gerald and then tells his mother she’s free. The other prisoner hisses at Rowena. “You said if I lied, you’d get me out of here.” Rowena tells her she’ll be back soon (probably with a knife or something) and closes the cell door behind her.

Back with Claire, creepy crime boss walks in on her, then locks the bedroom door. He approaches her insidiously and touches her face. She kicks him in the balls. Downstairs the front door opens. Cas power blasts the guy who answers the door and they hear Claire screaming. Cas breaks the bedroom door down, allowing Claire to get the upper hand. She kicks the ever loving shit out of the crime boss before Cas drags her away.

Cas, Sam, and Claire race out the front door. Dean threatens the rest of the criminals, telling them to keep their distance. He gets surprised by the crime boss smashing a bottle over his head from behind. We flash back to the Mark of Cain and all the darkness it’s brought Dean. “You guys don’t wanna do this,” he warns. The crime boss scoffs and kicks him in the head.

Outside Sam, Cas, and Claire climb into the Impala when they realize Dean isn’t with them. Sam hears the sounds of a fight from inside the house and races to help Dean.

We cut to Dean, whose vision from the episode open is interspersed with reality now. Dead bodies are scattered everywhere and Dean holds a bloody knife. Sam runs up to Dean who’s kneeling shocked on the floor. He begs him to say that he had to kill them all. That it was him or them. “I didn’t mean to,” Dean says - which is NOT ACCEPTABLE. Cas looks in horror at the wreckage. Yeah, Dean’s doing greeaaaat with the Mark of Cain.

You’re Not My Quotes:

I fight certain deadly threats to humanity.

It’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it’s far too easy to do your worst.

How are you, Dean?

“I think I might have bedbugs. Any tips?” “Of course. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

Fergus. Sounds like a venereal disease and not the fun kind.

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inktober day 30 - spoopy

Grace paused at the doorway to her room. Dim light from the hallway spilled through the gap at the bottom. She waited to see the telltale shadows that meant someone else was up before easing the door open. If someone else was awake, she’d have to wait a little while longer before she could sneak into the kitchen to go through her halloween candy.

She poked her head out and checked both ways down the hall. The doors to her parents room and little brother’s room remained closed, the lights off. It was a good sign.

After a steadying breath, Grace ventured out. She carried her stuffed kitty as she crept down the hall. Her house looked different at night. The colors flip-flopped and shadows stretched long. At the wide door to the living room, she stopped to peer in. All she could see were dark shapes where the furniture usually was. 

A loud bang startled her. She looked around for the source with her stuffed kitty clutched tight to her chest. A scraggly tree branch, turned silver-black by the moonlight, scratched against the window. She sighed with relief.  

A second bang, accompanied by a howl of wind, sent her scurrying toward the kitchen.

She blinked several times when she arrived. The lights were already on. She crouched down by the table, realizing that someone else was awake in the house. From her hiding place, she heard shuffling feet and the hum of the open refrigerator. She waited. Maybe if she stayed here, whoever it was would go away without seeing her.

Grace watched between the table legs as the refrigerator door swung closed. Legs covered by a soft yellow bathrobe walked toward her. She squeezed her kitty again as the legs paused next to the table. She held her breath. All she had wanted was some candy. 

Her mother’s face came into view. She was smiling.

“Hello, little one,” she said. She reached out her hand, urging her to come out from under the table. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Getting candy!” Grace said. She crawled through the mess of table and chair legs to where her mother was crouched. As her mother scooped her up, Grace kept her eyes pinned to the top of the fridge. That was where her father had put both her and her brother’s treat bags when they got home from trick-or-treating. She spied the bright orange plastic of her bag right away, peeking out from behind the crock pot.

“Getting candy?” her mother said, tapping her on the nose with an exaggerated frown. “You know you’re not supposed to have any until tomorrow after dinner.”

“But it’s Halloween!” Grace said. “Halloween means candy!” Seeing that her mother remained unconvinced by this solid logic, she tried a different approach. “Please?” she said, holding her hands up to her chin almost like she was praying. Her mother looked from Grace’s pleading face to the hidden treat bags. Even before she looked back down at her with a sigh, Grace knew she had won.

“You can have one piece,” her mother said. She held up one finger to emphasize this. Grace clapped her hands with delight as her mother retrieved her bag from the top of the fridge.  The inside of the bag was a marvel of shining wrappers, bright candies, and crinkling plastic. Grace reached in, dug around for something suitable, and came up with a Hershey bar. “Is that what you want?” her mother asked. Grace nodded, already tearing open the wrapper. “All right. If I let you take it to your room, will you promise to be too messy with it?” Grace nodded again as she took a big bite, smiling as the chocolate melted over her tongue.

Her mother carried her down the hall to her room on her hip. The living rom that had seemed so strange and scary before now just looked like a normal, dark room. The wind didn’t howl so loud, either.

Safe inside her room, her mother tucked her into bed for the second time that night.

“Good night, little one,” she said. 

“Night mommy,” Grace said.

“You sleep tight,” she said. “And don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

Grace nodded, feeling her eyelids growing heavy now that she was safely back in bed. Her mother left, turning the light off but leaving the door open just a crack.

Grace had finished about half her candy bar already. Remembering her mother’s admonishment to stay clean, she sat up and neatly folded the silver wrapper over the unfinished squares before putting it on her nightstand. Content, she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. The candy bar would be there for her in the morning, just like everything else.

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How to remove bed bugs using pest control methods

Bedbugs are small, oval, brown bugs that survive on the blood of animals or human beings. Adult bedbugs have flat bodies about the dimension of an apple seed. After feeding, nevertheless, their bodies swell as well as are a red color.

Bedbugs do not fly, but they can relocate promptly over floorings, walls, and ceilings. Female bedbugs may lay thousands of eggs, each of which has to do with the dimension of a speck of dust, over a lifetime.

Immature bedbugs, called fairies, lost their skins 5 times prior to getting to maturity and also require a meal of blood before each dropping. Under positive problems the insects can create completely in just a month as well as create three or more generations per year.

Although they are an annoyance, they are not believed to transfer diseases.

Where Bed Bugs Hide

Bedbugs might enter your residence unseen with baggage, garments, utilized beds and also couches, and also various other things. Their squashed bodies make it possible for them to fit right into small spaces, concerning the width of a charge card. Bedbugs do not have nests like ants or , yet have a tendency to reside in groups in hiding places. Their preliminary hiding places are normally in mattresses, box springtimes, bed structures, and head boards where they have easy access to people to bite in the evening.

In time, however, they might spread with the bedroom, moving right into any hole or safeguarded area. They might likewise spread out to nearby rooms or houses.

Because bedbugs live exclusively on blood, having them in your residence is not a sign of uncleanness. You are as most likely to discover them in immaculate homes and hotel spaces as in dirty ones.

When Bedbugs Attack

Bedbugs are active generally during the night and generally bite people while they are sleeping. They feed by puncturing the skin and withdrawing blood with an extended beak. The pests feed from 3 to 10 minutes to come to be engorged and after that creep away undetected.

The majority of vermin attacks are painless in the beginning, but later become itchy welts. Unlike flea bites that are primarily around the ankles, insect attacks get on any type of area of skin revealed while sleeping. Also, the bites do not have a red spot in the center like flea attacks do.

Individuals who don't understand they have an insect problem may associate the itching as well as welts to other reasons, such as insects. To confirm bedbug attacks, you must find as well as identify the pests themselves.

Indications of Invasion

If you awaken with itchy locations you didn't have when you went to sleep, you might have bedbugs, specifically if you got an utilized bed or other used furniture around the moment the attacks begun. Other indications that you have bedbugs consist of:

Blood stains on your sheets or pillow cases

Dark or corroded areas of bedbug excrement on sheets as well as cushions, bed clothes, and wall surfaces

Bedbug fecal places, egg coverings, or dropped skins in areas where bedbugs conceal

An offensive, stuffy smell from the pests' scent glands

If you think an infestation, remove all bed linen and also inspect it meticulously for indicators of the pests or their excrement. Remove the dirt cover over all-time low of the box springs and examine the joints in the wood framing. Peel back the textile where it is stapled to the timber structure.

Also, check the area around the bed, including inside publications, telephones or radios, the side of the carpet, as well as even in electric outlets. Check your storage room, since bedbugs can connect to apparel. If you are unpredictable regarding indications of bedbugs, call a pest control operator, who will certainly recognize what to try to find.

If you find indicators of infestation, begin actions to remove the pests and avoid their return.

Bedbug Treatments

Doing away with bedbugs begins with cleansing up the locations where bedbugs live. This must consist of the following:

Tidy bedding, linens, drapes, as well as clothes in hot water and dry them on the highest dryer setup. Area packed pets, shoes, and also various other items that can not be cleaned in the clothes dryer and also run on high for thirty minutes.

Use a tight brush to scrub cushion joints to eliminate bedbugs and also their eggs prior to vacuuming.

Vacuum cleaner your bed and also bordering location regularly. After vacuuming, instantly place the vacuum cleaner bag in a plastic bag and location in trash can outdoors.

Frame bed mattress and also box springs with a tightly woven, zippered cover to maintain bedbugs from going into or leaving. Bedbugs might measure up to a year without feeding, so maintain the cover on your cushion for at the very least a year to ensure all insects in the mattress are dead.

Repair cracks in plaster and also glue down peeling wallpaper to get rid of places bedbugs can conceal.

Do away with mess around the bed.

If your mattress is infested, you may desire to eliminate it and get a brand-new one, however take care to rid the rest of your residence of bedbugs or they will certainly infest your brand-new cushion.

Bedbug Extermination

While cleansing up plagued areas will be handy in regulating bedbugs, obtaining rid of them normally requires chemical treatments. Due to the fact that treating your bed and also bedroom with insecticides can be harmful, it is necessary to utilize products that can be made use of safely in rooms. Do not treat bed mattress and also bed linen unless the tag especially states you can use them on bed linen.

Normally, it is most safe as well as most reliable to work with a seasoned pest control specialist for bedbug elimination.

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26/06/2018

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