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calamitydarcy · 1 year ago

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Sasha brushed the hair out of Marcy’s face, resting her hand on her cheek for a moment. Her cheeks were pale and tinted slightly green, her face completely still. The room was silent save for the girl’s quiet, ragged breathing. She reached down and grabbed Marcy’s hand with a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Marcy,” she began in a shaky, hushed whisper, rubbing circles on the back of Marcy’s hand. “I wish I could have saved you. I should have saved you.”

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A short lil fic of if Sasha had broken into the castle to rescue Marcy with Olivia and Yunan after True Colors and had to be on the run ever since, running from town to town and waiting for Marcy to wake up :]

Full fic also under the cut!

Sasha sat at the edge of a cliff, her feet dangling off the edge. She stared out at the valley in front of her painted red and gold by the setting sun. The first stars were beginning to twinkle in the dim blue-purple sky, shy sparks of light blinking to life.

A chill autumn wind blew by, carrying with it colorful leaves shed from the trees around her. She brushed the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. It had been a very peaceful and quiet day — the entire week had been like this, in fact, with plenty of sunsets spent alone with her thoughts. Her times sitting on the cliff often stretched long into the night, listening to owls hooting and watching lights twinkle out in the city below.

This place was far from Andrias’ castle, far from the destruction and misery he brought upon the land. She stayed in a cabin on this mountain just outside the village, only straying into town for supplies every few days. He would get here eventually, of course, and then Sasha would have to pack everything up and move again, constantly fleeing and waiting for Marcy to wake up.

It had been about a month since the… incident at the castle, leaving Marcy in a coma and Anne and the Plantars in a completely different world. Sasha thought they were on Earth, although if she was honest, she had no clue where that portal led; she had just hoped that Marcy opened it up to the right place.

Sasha had broken into the castle about a week later despite Grime warning her that it was a bad idea, that they likely would only succeed in getting themselves captured or killed. She didn’t care; she had to save Marcy. She couldn’t sit around and wait for some miracle to happen and for an army to join them to storm the castle.

Her plan had, in fact, worked; with Olivia and Yunan’s help, she had snuck down to the basement where Marcy was being held in a strange tank, wearing an oxygen mask and hooked up to all sorts of tubes and cords. It had been almost too easy — the robots guarding the tunnel were easy to sneak past, thanks to Yunan, and it had seemed as if the actual room Marcy was in was unguarded.

Things had started to go downhill once they broke the glass and pulled Marcy out, disconnecting her from the tubes. She was unconscious, not stirring no matter what any of them did. The only signs that she was alive were a weak pulse and her chest slowly rising and falling in shallow breaths. They had no time to dwell on it, of course; their priority was getting the hell out of the castle in one piece.

It almost worked. The group had gotten about halfway across the floor when the room filled with a dusty fog hissing from the vents. They had barely paused; the second they realized the swirling fog wouldn’t hurt them, they charged through, blindly rushing for where they thought the door was.

As they had stumbled up the stairs, a metallic screech had echoed from the room behind them accompanied by thunderous stomping. An alarm had sounded and the frobots were suddenly on high alert.

It had been a difficult and terrifying chase, but the four of them were able to make it out alive with minor injuries. No one had any idea where to go after that; all they knew was they could never, ever return to Newtopia — or at least not until King Andrias was gone.

The destruction and industrialization of Newtopia, Frog Valley, the Toad Towers, and surrounding areas forced them to flee deep into the wilderness, stopping and resting at minor villages and cities on the outskirts of their civilization. They never stayed for long and did their best to disguise their identities when going into town; when Andrias reached these places, he would hunt them down and ask the villagers if they had seen creatures as strange as Sasha and Marcy. They, unfortunately, stuck out like a sore thumb here, two humans in a land of amphibians.

Now they were here, roughly three weeks later, and Marcy still hadn’t awoken. She was still alive, of course, but she never stirred, never opened her eyes or made a sound. When Sasha wasn’t traveling, hunting, or watching the sunset, she was in Marcy’s room, sitting on the edge of her bed and holding her hand. Olivia watched her when Sasha was busy while Yunan sometimes took over scouting and hunting duties when Sasha just couldn’t bring herself to leave Marcy’s side.

Nights like these, quiet and peaceful, made it difficult for Sasha not to spiral and drown in her own thoughts. Logically, she knew that this whole thing was at least partially Marcy’s fault; she was the one that found the box and brought them here, after all. And yet this was Sasha’s fault, too, wasn’t it? She had been an awful friend both here and back home, pushing Anne around and neglecting Marcy’s interests (and possibly her cries for help, too). If she had been better, if she had listened, maybe Toad Tower wouldn’t have happened. Maybe they would’ve listened to her warning about the king. Maybe the trio could’ve all been home by now, together and safe and alive.

Nightmares of that terrible day plagued what little sleep she could get, images of Marcy collapsing to the ground with a burnt hole in her chest constantly intruding upon her thoughts. A voice in her head constantly whispered and rambled about how if she had just done this, if she hadn’t done that, if she had just been better and enough and stronger, none of this would’ve happened, they would be home, Marcy wouldn’t be in a coma, Anne wouldn’t be lost, if only, if only, this was all Sasha’s fault—

Deep breaths. She realized she was beginning to cry, her breaths coming in shallow, choked sobs. Sasha quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, blinking back the rest before they could fall. She pushed back the torrent of pure emotion and pain threatening to claw its way out of her throat.

The wind picked up, howling past her ears in great gusts, rattling the branches on the trees and disturbing a flock of birds. Sasha shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders. The sun had fully sunk below the distant mountains on the horizon, sending its last red rays to peer around their jagged peaks. As the sky darkened and silvery constellations began to shine, Sasha got to her feet, taking one last glance over the valley below. It was only getting colder, and it was probably for the best if she went inside and ate something before attempting to sleep.

Olivia greeted her with a nod as Sasha walked in, offering her a cup of steaming hot tea. “Good evening, Sasha. How are you feeling?”

Sasha wrapped her hands around the cup, allowing it to warm her chilled fingers. “Same as always. How’s Marcy? Is she awake yet?”

Lady Olivia shook her head sadly. “If she was, I would be sure to tell you straight away. Although Yunan did say she swears she saw her face twitch ever so slightly.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes. She is very insistent on it.”

Sasha perked up, her eyes wide and teary. “So you’re saying… there’s a chance…”

“Marcy may very well awaken soon.” Olivia smiled at Sasha’s hopeful expression. “You probably want to rush to your room to see her. That’s alright, but please grab something to eat first. We can’t have you starving and exhausted.”

Sasha grabbed something off the counter and muttered a “thank you” before dashing to her room, stumbling to a stop in front of Marcy’s bed.

She was unconscious as always; her eyes were closed as if she was peacefully napping. Marcy was in a soft grey t-shirt and sweatpants; they had discarded the armor and suit they had rescued her in almost immediately, citing fears of a tracking or monitoring device. The faintly-glowing eye in the center of the armor’s breastplate had creeped them out and made them wary of something watching through it.

Green fluid oozed and scabbed over from the circular scars left by the various ports in her arms, legs, and back where the tubes had connected to her in the tank. None of them could figure out what it was; Olivia and Yunan had thought it was blood, but Sasha reminded them that human blood was red and did not, in fact, turn green under any circumstances. It was the same color as the fluid in the tank Marcy had been suspended in, so that was another possibility; they had no idea what purpose it served or if it was supposed to be constantly leaking out like that, but as far as they could tell, there were no ill effects on Marcy from it. She was still warm (although Sasha thought she was freezing cold, her hands like ice) and breathing (even though it was shallow and seemed to be getting shakier every day), so for now, all they could do was monitor her and hope she woke up soon.

The slices on her back and torso from… the incident had turned to scars by the time they rescued Marcy, looking like a mix between a burn and a puncture. They stretched from just below the base of her neck to the small of her back, jagged and uneven around the edges and widening in the middle. Parts of the scar looked more healed than others, giving it the appearance of strands of scar tissue strung across the raw pinkish-red skin of the wound like bridges.

Medics from a relatively nice newt town they had passed through had given them supplies to set up a feeding tube for nutrition and an IV for hydration, which they ran every day to ensure Marcy was fed and hydrated. They had been extremely kind and understanding, allowing them to stay in a private room in a hospital and offering to hide them from Newtopian patrols. Sasha had been grateful for the offer, but they unfortunately couldn’t stay for long. She hoped they could go back and visit one day.

Their setup was fortunately fairly simple to pack up and move, and combined with their daily scouting patrols, they had always been able to run to the next town at least a day before Andrias’ forces arrived. In addition, they were pretty far ahead of the frobot army’s industrial expansion; Yunan and Sasha had calculated that it would take another month and a half for Andrias to reach their location. For now, they were safe. For now, they could focus on Marcy.

“I’m sorry, Marcy,” she began in a shaky, hushed whisper, rubbing circles on the back of Marcy’s hand. “I wish I could have saved you. I should have saved you.”

Sasha sat on the bed beside her, still holding her hand tightly. She glanced over to make sure the door was shut as tears welled up in her eyes. No one was here to see her cry, save for Marcy. She wasn’t sure if Marcy could even hear her.

“What’s it like for you right now? I mean, can you hear anything? Do you have dreams? I hope they’re not nightmares. You don’t deserve that, not on top of everything else.” Sasha sighed, letting a tear fall down her face. “I don’t think I can blame you. Well, maybe a little, but… I can’t blame you for what Andrias did. What he is doing. You just wanted to run away, right? I get that. I… felt the same way sometimes. It still hurts like hell that you would go behind our backs and do that to us, but I understand why.

“We always ignored you and your interests. We probably ignored your needs, too. And that was wrong of us. Of me. I know I say this to you a lot, but… I’m sorry, Marcy. If — no, when you wake up — I’ll make it up to you however I can. I promise.”

More tears fell from her eyes, streaming in steady rivers down her face. Sasha was sobbing now, clutching onto Marcy like a lifeline, afraid that if she let go, Marcy would disappear.

“I feel like this is my fault. No, it is my fault. I was thinking about this outside earlier. If I hadn’t… if I had just— if I was a better friend… none of this would’ve happened. I’m sorry, Marcy. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I shouldn’t have pushed you and Anne around. I should’ve protected and been there for you, but I wasn’t. I’m so sorry.”

Sasha gently wrapped her arms around Marcy, pulling her into a hug. She pulled away slightly after a while, cradling Marcy in her arms. Marcy’s eyes were still closed, her body limp.

“Please wake up, Marcy. It’s been a month. I miss you and… and I’m sorry. For everything. Just please come back to us. Please be alright.”

Sasha broke down into sobs, squeezing Marcy perhaps a little too tight. Her tears fell onto the unconscious girl’s face, trails rolling down both of their cheeks. She shut her eyes, nestling her face into Marcy’s hair.

At some point, Sasha had set Marcy back down, laying next to her and still holding her close. Her chin was resting on top of Marcy’s head, her arms wrapped protectively around her. The moon was high in the sky, shining down through the window and casting a light on the two of them. Sasha pulled a blanket over them with one hand, keeping the other around Marcy’s body.

Olivia quietly tiptoed into the room later, checking in on Sasha and making sure she ate. She smiled as she saw the two girls cuddled together. Sasha had fallen asleep and was lightly snoring.

And when Marcy twitched, Olivia simply stared in shock. Marcy’s arm slowly inched closer to Sasha, eventually wrapping around her torso. Sasha remained asleep and unaware, although Olivia was sure she’d notice in the morning. The newt smiled and turned off the light, leaving the room without making a sound.

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horrorpatch · 3 years ago

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RISE OF THE SCARECROWS: HELL ON EARTH Now on Amazon!

The surprise hit horror film, RISE OF THE SCARECROWS: HELL ON EARTH has been tearing up streaming platforms like Tubi & Vimeo and now is available to watch on Amazon. The film is released by Cinema Epoch and Cineridge Entertainment. Get more info about the film down below. From The Press Release The horror hit “RISE OF THE SCARECROWS: HELL ON EARTH” became a big hit on TUBI and is still…

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spencer-reids-adventures · 3 years ago

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Reid-ing List: Seasons 7-15

In response to a lovely anon, I have put together a list of episodes from seasons 7-15 that are Reid-centric or have good/important Reid moments, mostly to serve as a watching guide since the later seasons can drag a little bit and it's nice to know there are things to look forward to! Obviously this completely subjective, and also I'm not perfect and I'm sure I missed things, but I did my best. If anyone would like me to put one together for seasons 1-6, just let me know The list for seasons 1-6 can be found here! :)

Purple and bold: Episode more or less centered around Reid Purple and italicized: Good/important Reid moments Just purple: Directed by Matthew Gray Gubler

Red: No Reid :(

Season 7

1 "It Takes a Village" 2 "Proof" 3 "Dorado Falls" 4 "Painless" 5 "From Childhood's Hour" 6 "Epilogue" 7 "There's No Place Like Home" 8 "Hope" 9 "Self-Fulfilling Prophecy" 10 "The Bittersweet Science" 11 "True Genius" 12 "Unknown Subject" 13 "Snake Eyes" 14 "Closing Time" 15 "A Thin Line" 16 "A Family Affair" 17 "I Love You, Tommy Brown" 18 "Foundation" 19 "Heathridge Manor" 20 "The Company" 21 "Divining Rod" 22 "Profiling 101" 23 "Hit" 24 "Run"

Season 8

1 "The Silencer" 2 "The Pact" 3 "Through the Looking Glass" 4 "God Complex" - beginning of Maeve arc 5 "The Good Earth" 6 "The Apprenticeship" 7 "The Fallen" 8 "The Wheels on the Bus…" 9 "Magnificent Light" 10 "The Lesson" 11 "Perennials" 12 "Zugzwang" 13 "Magnum Opus" 14 "All That Remains" 15 "Broken" 16 "Carbon Copy" 17 "The Gathering" 18 "Restoration" 19 "Pay It Forward" 20 "Alchemy" 21 "Nanny Dearest" 22 "#6" 23 "Brothers Hotchner" 24 "The Replicator"

Season 9

1 "The Inspiration" 2 "The Inspired" 3 "Final Shot" 4 "To Bear Witness" 5 "Route 66" 6 "In the Blood" 7 "Gatekeeper" - not technically Reid-centric but he's just kind of awesome throughout anyway lol 8 "The Return" 9 "Strange Fruit" 10 "The Caller" 11 "Bully" 12 "The Black Queen" 13 "The Road Home" 14 "200" 15 "Mr. & Mrs. Anderson" 16 "Gabby" 17 "Persuasion" 18 "Rabid" 19 "The Edge of Winter" 20 "Blood Relations" 21" What Happens In Mecklinburg…" 22 "Fatal" - I know no one asked but there's a really cute Hotch scene in this one that you should definitely watch <3 23 "Angels" - setup for Demons 24 "Demons"

Season 10

1 "X" 2 "Burn" 3 "A Thousand Suns" 4 "The Itch" 5 "Boxed In" 6 "If the Shoe Fits" 7 "Hashtag" 8 "The Boys of Sudworth Place" 9 "Fate" 10 "Amelia Porter" 11 "The Forever People" 12 "Anonymous" 13 "Nelson's Sparrow" 14 "Hero Worship" 15 "Scream" 16 "Lockdown" 17 "Breath Play" 18 "Rock Creek Park" 19 "Beyond Borders" 20 "A Place at the Table" 21 "Mr. Scratch" 22 "Protection" 23 "The Hunt"

Season 11

1 "The Job" 2 "The Witness" 3 "'Til Death Do Us Part" 4 "Outlaw" 5 "The Night Watch" 6 "Pariahville" 7 "Target Rich" 8 "Awake" 9 "Internal Affairs" 10 "Future Perfect" 11 "Entropy" 12 "Drive" 13 "The Bond" 14 "Hostage" 15 "A Badge and a Gun" 16 "Derek" 17 "The Sandman" 18 "A Beautiful Disaster" 19 "Tribute" 20 "Inner Beauty" 21 "Devil's Backbone" 22 "The Storm"

Season 12

1 "The Crimson King" - I can't not note Luke and Spencer's first meeting 2 "Sick Day" 3 "Taboo" 4 "Keeper" 5 "The Anti-Terror Squad" 6 "Elliott's Pond" 7 "Mirror Image" 8 "Scarecrow" 9 "Profiling 202" 10 "Seek and Destroy "11 "Surface Tension" 12 "A Good Husband" 13 "Spencer" - Beginning of prison arc, and I consider all the prison episodes to be centered around Reid even when there's other stuff going on! 14 "Collision Course" 15 "Alpha Male" 16 "Assistance Is Futile" 17 "In The Dark" 18 "Hell's Kitchen" 19 "True North" 20 "Unforgettable" 21 "Green Light" 22 "Red Light"

Season 13

1 "Wheels Up" 2 "To A Better Place" 3 "Blue Angel" 4 "Killer App" 5 "Lucky Strikes" 6 "The Bunker" 7 "Dust and Bones" 8 "Neon Terror" 9 "False Flag" 10 "Submerged" 11 "Full-Tilt Boogie" 12 "Bad Moon on the Rise" 13 "Cure" 14 "Miasma" 15 "Annihilator" 16 "Last Gasp" 17 "The Capilanos" 18 "The Dance of Love" 19 "Ex Parte" 20 "All You Can Eat" 21 "Mixed Signals" 22 "Believer"

Season 14

1 "300" 2 "Starter Home" 3 "Rule 34" 4 "Innocence" 5 "The Tall Man" 6 "Luke" 7 "Twenty Seven" 8 "Ashley" 9 "Broken Wing" 10 "Flesh and Blood" 11 "Night Lights" 12 "Hamelin" 13 "Chameleon" 14 "Sick and Evil" 15 "Truth or Dare"

Season 15

1 "Under the Skin" 2 "Awakenings" 3 "Spectator Slowing" 4 "Saturday" 5 "Ghost" 6 "Date Night" 7 "Rusty" 8 "Family Tree" 9 "Face Off" 10 "And in the End"

#cm reid-ing list 7-15 #spencer reid #maya's reiding list

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fiftytwotwentytwo · 2 years ago

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Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone

Author: J.K. Rowling

Fantasy / Children - Middle Grade

Page Count: 309

How did I come across this book?:

I wanted to see what all the hype was about.

I feel like my age group may have been on the edge of becoming or not becoming Pot/PotterHeads... - but I truly don't recall anyone gushing over HP in school - my nephew did, but not my peers.

I do have one vivid memory tied to the Harry Potter - couple days before the first film was supposed to be released our local priests visited the nightly CCD classes and urged demanded us to boycott the movie - there was sooooo much that made this plea so lasting.

First, I'm not going to name names, but this person's actual last name was an adjective that was synonymous with "fun" - "being hip" and the speech was far from fun or hip.

Also, said priest - not knocking but pointing out - sweated profusely... I don't know why - hot itchy garments? Overactive sweat glands?? But anywhosel- the man looked like he had an SNL prop tucked underneath his hair because his brow was basted in sweat.

Now, juxtapose this with being in a Catholic Elementary classroom where you have a priest whose sprung a leak and is standing in front of a backdrop of student crafted scarecrows, jack-o-lanterns, cornucopias, and the ever so popular framed photo of Jesus teaching a youngster how to hit a fastball baseball. Again, it felt very SNL-elly.

And lastly, there was just one line that stood out - one line I've always remembered - he said buying a ticket or reading the book was like buying a train seat to hell - I found the analogy very appealing as I never ridden a train, but thought "Is a train really the fastest transport to hell"? Don't get me wrong - it definitely sounds scenic, but why not a plane or just simply have the Earth's crust gobble you up.

Anyways... I saw the movie opening weekend.

And I've seen all the movies and... I'm not really a fan - BUT - adhering to the age ol' adage, The Book was Better Than the Movie - I decided to see if the book could change my mind on the Harry Potter franchise.

I ended up purchasing a copy from Amazon because I did not want to possibly damage a friend's beloved copy.

Review:

I personally had a hard time diving into this book, but it did pick up a little steam once Harry got to Hogwarts.

The world building was great. The introduction to the main cast and side characters was also well done, but I am not sure how much the films filled in some gaps.

The book eventually became fast and easy read. But up until the last 40 pages/last two chapters - the book just seemed to have great moments and no rising crescendo - no anticipatory ascent of a roller coaster - it felt more like snapshots.

Once I hit those last two chapters I fell hard - I loved the action - but the last two chapters also had a few moments where I had to remind myself that this initial story was geared towards grade schoolers - moments like solving a logic puzzle (because wizards are not well known for logic - actual statement from the book) or having a huge locked door and leaving a "hidden" key in the room with a means of transport/tools to find the key.

The last chapters were winning me over - but - the last closing pages I felt cheated. A massive break in the action/battle - a fade to black - and our hero just randomly wakes up 3 days later???

I guess Rowling "appeases" the reader by having a 3rd party tell our hero how the fight ended through exposition and info dumps... but Muggle-Oh-Muggle - it was absolute theft.

So, was it a good book?

It was okay.

I bet if I read a copy as a grade schooler - maybe even an illustrated copy - I would have yielded to the fandom.

Will I read further into the series?

Yeah, I think I'd I check it out... I mean what else am I going to read on my Train to Hell?

Personal Rating: 5.5/10

Yearly Book Total: 42

Total Page Count: 15,355 pages

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Forty-Two Books High

But... We Must Rebuild:

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#52 in 22 #Harry Potter #Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone #j.k. rowling #book club #books #reading #page count #book review #Fantasy #grade school #Trains #public transportation

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terribletoonietuesday · 3 years ago

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NOVEMBER PAIN CONTINUES! Rise of the Scarecrow: Hell on Earth (2021) This is a sequel to a really awful movie I came across randomly a few years ago online. It was so awful that of course i loved it. The awful movie stuck with me cause it was absurd and legit funny. Some times it was funny but not on purpose. If you find my review of the original I dwell on how offensive some of the dialogue was which as bad as that is made it at least memorable. The first was a funny exploitation home made movie. However this time around it feels like they want it to be a legit horror movie. Same home made horror feel but less shocking. It's like when a car crash is a spectacle and regular good driving while technically better is not so memorable. You know what I mean. The scarecrows like before are not in it enough but when they are on screen they do some pretty cool kills with entertaining no budget gore and charm (working with what they got). Look forward to a hilarious fake arm gag and a two man saw kill. In general it's like a decent DIY horror movie (one of the scarecrows even has a similar mask to one the Polonias used, so that may give you some indication). That being said out of a story of family betrayal and a curse of killer scarecrows in a film of random strange characters the part I remember the most is just wondering why the main house in the movie has such nice curtains and unfinished exposed dry wall (but maybe that's just me). Plus that both films have hilarious ending credits music, which is always a win! Check it out NOW on Tubitv #bmovies 4 life

#Rise of the scarecrows #Bmovies #November pain #Badmovies #bad movies #Killer scarecrows #Scarecrows

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aion-rsa · 3 years ago

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Streaming on Plex: Best Horror Movies and TV Shows You Can Watch for FREE in October

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When October hits, the folks at Den of Geek almost exclusively consume horror content. Any spooky story that has ghosts, ghouls, goblins, or any chill-inducing monster that doesn’t start with a G is fine with us. Whether it’s a campy B-movie or “prestige horror,” we embrace all horror subgenres and relax with old favorites and new cult classics in the making alike. Now that Spooky Season is in full force, we are grateful that Plex TV is here so we can stream all of the creepy content that our black hearts’ desire for free!

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Plex releases brand new and beloved titles to its platform monthly and we’ll be here to help you identify the cream of the crop. This month, we’re keeping things strictly scary, but view Plex TV now for the best free entertainment streaming, regardless of genre, and check back each month for Den of Geek Critics’ picks!

DEN OF GEEK CRITICS’ PICKS

The Ninth Gate

Though director Roman Polanski is a horrific figure himself, this 1999 neo-noir horror film, The Ninth Gate is superb. Thirty years after Rosemary’s Baby, Polanski conjured the devil once again and injected it with some of the pulp from his noir classic Chinatown in a movie that finds Johnny Depp as a man in Satanic Detective mode. Depp is a classic book authenticator hired to authenticate De Umbrarum Regis Novum Portis (The Nine Doors To the Kingdom of Shadows), a book believed by cultists capable of raising Satan to Earth.

The Ninth Gate doesn’t provide cheap thrills; it tightens the suspense like a noose. Polanski subtly creates an uneasy atmosphere using minimal effects. The director knows where evil lives and lets the settings and sound make the invitations with subliminal references to recognizable horror and cinematic danger, using framing and music similarly to Stanley Kubrick. The Ninth Gate packages its scares with classy style that the characters deliver with sexily provocative intelligence. Dean Corso may be Johnny Depp’s greatest spiritual transformation, from odious to ultimate evil and the audience cheers on his descent, happy to ride with him straight to hell.

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

Perhaps the world’s first horror film and a go-to example of early German Expressionist filmmaking, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari has been unsettling audiences for over a century.

The film’s main story centers on two young friends, Francis and Alan (Friedrich Feher and Hans Heinrich von Twardowski), who, while jockeying for the affections of Jane (Lil Dagover), visit a local traveling carnival. There they take in the act of the mysterious, top-hatted and wild-haired Dr. Caligari (Werner Krauss). As they watch, Caligari awakens his somnambulist subject, Cesare (the great Conrad Veidt), who under hypnosis answers questions from the audience. When Alan jokingly asks when he will die, Cesare responds “Before dawn.” We’ll let you guess the rest.

The film isn’t remembered much for its story, but for its arresting visual style, featuring painted backdrops that make the entire production feel like a fever dream. The painted townscape is filled with curved and pointed buildings teetering at dangerous angles, almost as if they were alive and shrieking. Roads twist and spiral to nowhere. The perspectives are deliberately mismatched and inconsistent, with the props and sets sometimes being too large for the characters, and others too small. The result is a transgressive, deeply influential film that has been unsettling audiences for over 100 years.

The Exorcist III

Based on his 1983 novel Legion, writer-director William Peter Blatty’s Exorcist III arrived 17 years after William Friedkin’s The Exorcist. Despite the still-looming pop culture presence of the original, The Exorcist III is sneakily the most interesting film in the series. Less a horror movie than a psychological thriller with supernatural and spiritual overtones, The Exorcist III takes place 17 years after the events of the first film, and with no reference whatsoever made to the events in the second. It finds Lt. Kinderman confronted with the apparent reappearance of two figures from his past who had supposedly died. The first is father Damien Karras (Jason Miller), who had died after bouncing down an endless flight of steps while performing an exorcism in the original movie, and the Gemini Killer, a serial killer loosely based on the Zodiac Killer that had been executed 17 years prior. However, there’s been a new string of murders around town carrying all the hallmarks of the Gemini.

While the studio famously mangled Blatty’s original cut of the film, there’s still a lot to like here, including a terrifying performance from Brad Dourif. Blatty is fantastic at creating dread-inducing atmosphere and has a keen attention to character and detail. It may not be as exciting as the original, but it’s a smart-slow burn film worthy of the Exorcist mantle.

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The Devil’s Rejects

An homage to sleazy ‘70s C-movies, Rob Zombie’s sequel to House of 1,000 Corpses will leave you in the need of a shower, but it’s delightfully demented and the musician turned filmmaker’s finest effort. The shock-fest finds the Firefly clan, Otis (Bill Moseley), Baby (Sheri Moon Zombie) and Captain Spaulding (Sid Haig) – on the run from die-hard determined sheriff Wydell (William Forsythe). What unfolds is a nasty thrill ride full of twists, turns, and more gore than most audiences are comfortable with. How Zombie still manages to make such repulsive content entertaining, how he manages to get you to almost root for the despicable Firefly clan, is inexplicable magic trick, but indebted to Zombie’s use of black humor and deep knowledge of genre conventions that he sometimes subverts, but often gleefully leans into.

Train to Busan

The overused and increasingly predictable zombie genre got a shot in the arm with Train to Busan, a South Korean film from director Yeon Sang-ho about a young father desperately attempting to get his little daughter to her mother via train as a zombie pandemic breaks out all around them. Even if it veered close to outright sentimentality at times, Train to Busan differed from most of the films and TV shows we’ve seen in this genre due to its genuine bond of love between its main characters, and the flickers of empathy and humanity found therein.

And on a technical level, Yeon crafted his film with a kinetic energy that had been missing from the genre as of late. Train to Busan was not just a monster hit in its native land but amassed an international following as well, along with critical acclaim across the board. It’s easy to see why given the film’s well-drawn characters, subtle social commentary (some on the train feel they are more worthy of survival than others) and frightening action sequences that add up to a thrilling and emotionally powerful ride.

More Horror Films Available to Stream FREE on Plex TV

The Descent

Train To Busan

The Ninth Gate

Rec

Coherence

Night Of The Living Dead

The Host

Hannibal Rising

The Devil’s Rejects

Nosferatu

Monsters

I Spit On Your Grave

Eden Lake

Wolf Creek

Day Of The Dead

The Collector

The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari

Red Lights

The Wailing

Grave Encounters

Colonia

Scouts Guide To The Zombie Apocalypse

Diary Of The Dead

Black Death

Alone In The Dark

The Descent: Part 2

Maggie

Teeth

Ginger Snaps

After.Life

John Dies At The End

Black Christmas

The Last House On The Left

Nosferatu the Vampire

Splinter

The Void

Deep Red

Phantasm

The Changeling

Feast

Hatchet

The Prophecy

Pulse

Fido

Open Grave

Cell

The Blob

The Exorcist III

Vanishing On 7th Street

House On Haunted Hill

Penomena

Eye See You

Cooties

The Werewolf

Pumpkinhead 4: Blood Feud

Messengers 2: The Scarecrow

Sugar and Fright Collection

Abraham Lincoln vs. Zombies

All Cheerleaders Die

Another Evil

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes

Bad Milo

Better Watch Out

Bitter Feast

Cooties

Corporate Animals

Crimewave

Dead Snot 2: Red vs. Dead

Deathgasm

Deep Murder

Drive Thru

Excision

Fear, Inc.

Feast

Fido

Ghost Killers vs. Bloody Mary

Hansel & Gretel Get Baked

Hatchet

Hell Baby

Hellboy Animated: Blood & Iron

Hellboy Animated: Sword of Storms

Hobo with a Shotgun

John Dies at the End

The Last Lovecraft: Relic of Cthulhu

Lesbian Vampire Killers

The Love Witch

Night of Something Strange

Nina Forever

Office Uprising

Shrooms

Snoop Dogg’s Hood of Horror

Stan Helsing

Stitches

Suburban Gothic

Survival of the Dead

Teeth

Turbo Kid

WolfCop

Yoga Hosers

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Songs for Halloween Parties

Halloween parties offer the most wide open subject possibilities of any type of celebration. Halloween is the one day of the year that lets you be any living thing or dead thing, any occupation, any human or non-human and any personality type. You can be a cartoon character if you like. Since Halloween can go hundreds of different directions, the playlist will likely be a diverse list of novelty songs. The Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett Rock Lobster by The B-52's Creep by Radiohead Everyday Is Halloween by Ministry Space Oddity by David Bowie Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo It's the End of the World As We Know it (and I Feel Fine) by R.E.M. Planet Claire by The B-52's Mad World - Tears For Fears Hell by Squirrel Nut Zippers Wicked Game by Chris Isaak Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack by Andrew Lloyd Weber Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon Black Celebration by Depeche Mode Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles Walking On The Moon by The Police The Fly by U2 Lola by The Kinks Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress by The Hollies I Wanna Be a Cowboy by Boy Meets Girl 2000 Light Years From Home by The Rolling Stones The Munsters TV Theme Not Afraid by Eminem Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down Enter Sandman by Metallica Superstition by Stevie Wonder People Are Strange by The Doors Evil Ways by Santana 1999 by Prince Revolution 9 by The Beatles Twilight Zone TV Theme Hotel California by The Eagles Season of the Witch by Donovan Psycho Killer by Talking Heads The Devil Went Down to Georgia by Charlie Daniels Band Highway to Hell by AC/DC Devil Inside by INXS Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran Thriller by Michael Jackson Super Freak by Rick James Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. Le Freak by Chic Rapper's Delight by Sugar Hill Gang Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths Dark Lady by Cher Scary Monsters by David Bowie Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival Devil Woman by Cliff Richard Riders On The Storm by The Doors Runnin' With the Devil by Van Halen Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones Crocodile Rock by Elton John Godzilla by Blue Oyster Cult Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People Frankenstein by Edgar Winter Group Nightmare on My Street by DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince Time Warp from Rocky Horror Soundtrack Rapture by Blondie She Said She Said by The Beatles Wanted Dead or Alive by Jon Bon Jovi Out of Limits by The Marketts Somebodyâ€™s Watching Me by Rockwell Bad Girls by Donna Summer Black Magic Woman by Santana Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses Welcome to My Nightmare by Alice Cooper Boris the Spider by The Who Jungle Boogie by Kool & The Gang Roxanne by The Police Back in Black by AC/DC Addams Family TV Theme The Blob by The Five Blobs Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson Take the Money and Run by Steve Miller Band Mama Told Me Not to Come by Three Dog Night Witchy Woman by The Eagles Speed Racer TV Theme Let's Go Crazy by Prince King Tut by Steve Martin Another One Bites the Dust by Queen Erotic City by Prince White Wedding by Billy Idol Hells Bells by AC/DC Fly Like an Eagle by Steve Miller Band Bad Bad Leroy Brown by Jim Croce Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult Tarzan Boy by Baltimore Rocket Man by Elton John Live and Let Die by Paul McCartney & Wings Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera Copacabana by Barry Manilow Black Cat by Janet Jackson You Dropped a Bomb on Me by Gap Band Zoo Station by U2 My City Was Gone by The Pretenders Eye of the Tiger by Survivor 99 Red Balloons by Nena Spirits in the Material World by The Police Monster by Fred Schneider Union of the Snake by Duran Duran They're Coming To Take Me Away Ha Ha by Napoleon XIV Rebel Rebel by David Bowie State of Shock by The Jacksons Walk Like an Egyptian by The Bangles Freakazoid by Midnight Star Low Rider by War Church of the Poison Mind by Culture Club Rebel Yell by Billy Idol Valley Girl by Frank Zappa E.T. by Katy Perry and Kanye West We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions by Queen All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix Strange Magic by Electric Light Orchestra Burning Down the House by Talking Heads Der Komissar by After The Fire Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive by Men at Work Taxman by The Beatles Monsters and Angels by Voice of the Beehive Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz Spiders and Snakes by Jim Stafford Secret Agent Man by Johnny Rivers 2001: A Space Odyssey (Also Sprach Zarathustra) by Deodato Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band by Meco Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead by XTC You Are a Tourist by Death Cab for Cutie The Joker by Steve Miller Band Run Through the Jungle by Creedence Clearwater Revival Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails Jerry Was a Race Car Driver by Primus Clap For the Wolfman by The Guess Who Fear of the Unknown by Siouxsie & The Banshees I Ran by A Flock of Seagulls Centerfold by J. Geils Band Black Velvet by Alannah Myles Tears of a Clown by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles, also The English Beat You Be Illin' by Run DMC Criminal by Fiona Apple Shout At The Devil by Motley Crue Weird Science by Oingo Boingo Swing The Mood by Jive Bunny and the Mix Masters Wild Thing by Tone Loc Whip It by Devo Planet Claire by The B-52's Legend of Wooley Swamp by Charlie Daniels Band Purple People Eater by Sheb Wooley The Freaks Come Out at Night by Houdini The Road To Hell by Chris Rea Billionaire by Travie McCoy featuring Bruno Mars Devil With a Blue Dress by Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels Rock Me Amadeus by Falco Tubular Bells by Mike Oldfield Space Cowboy by Steve Miller Band Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash, also Social Distortion Walk the Dinosaur by Was (Not Was) Funky Cold Medina by Tone Loc The Night Chicago Died by Paper Lace N.W.O. by Ministry Paranomia by Art of Noise Birdhouse in Your Soul by They Might Be Giants If I Only Had a Brain by Lee Marvin from The Wizard of Oz Pink Panther Theme by Henry Mancini Orchestra Smuggler's Blues by Glenn Frey She Blinded Me With Science by Thomas Dolby Runnin' Down a Dream by Tom Petty Axel F by Crazy Frog (You've Got to) Fight For Your Right (To Party) by Beastie Boys In The Year 2525 by Zager and Evans Major Tom by Peter Schilling Man On The Moon by R.E.M. Happy Days Theme by Pratt & McClain Send Me an Angel by Real Life Convoy by C.W. McCall Particle Man by They Might Be Giants Pinball Wizard by The Who Fire by The Crazy World of Arthur Brown It's a Mistake by Men At Work Synchronicity II by The Police Mr. Roboto by Styx Wipeout by Surfaris Evil Woman by Electric Light Orchestra King of Pain by The Police Just a Gigolo/I Ain't Got Nobody by David Lee Roth Twilight Zone by Golden Earring Rockin' Robin by Michael Jackson Spooky by Classics IV Jungle Love by The Time A View To a Kill by Duran Duran Rain on the Scarecrow by John Mellencamp Love Potion #9 by The Searchers Cult of Personality by Living Colour The Candy Man by Sammy Davis Jr. Authority Song by John Mellencamp Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog The Bird by The Time Lil' Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs Canary in a Coalmine by The Police Octopus's Garden by The Beatles Maxwell's Silver Hammer by The Beatles Puttin' On The Ritz by Taco Livin' La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin The Streak by Ray Stevens Bat Dance by Prince Theme from Greatest American Hero by Joey Scarbury Fame by David Bowie Eye In The Sky by Alan Parsons Project Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley Mommy's Little Monster by Social Distortion Deadman's Curve by Jan & Dean Creature from the Black Lagoon by Dave Edmunds Zombie by The Cranberries The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen Haunted House by Jumpinâ€™ Gene Simmons It's Halloween by The Shaggs Dragula by Rob Zombie Witch Queen of New Orleans by Redbone I Was A Teenage Werewolf by The Cramps Eye of the Zombie by John Fogerty Halloween by Misfits Pet Sematary by The Ramones Horror Movie by Skyhooks The Raven by Alan Parsons Project Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde Feed My Frankenstein by Alice Cooper Don't Be Afraid of the Dark by Robert Cray Hypnotized by Fleetwood Mac The Scientist by Coldplay Run For Your Life by The Beatles Dig My Grave by They Might Be Giants Waltz in Black by The Stranglers I Put a Spell on You by Screamin Jay Hawkins, Creedence Clearwater Revival Ghost Riders in the Sky by The Outlaws, Johnny Cash Ghost of Tom Joad by Rage Against the Machine, Bruce Springsteen Dead Souls by Joy Division, Nine Inch Nails Swamp Witch by Jim Stafford I'm a Goner by Matt and Kim w/ Soulja Boy & Andrew W.K. Mekong Delta - Night on a Bare Mountain Nightmare by Brainbug In the Hall of the Mountain King by Sounds Incorporated One Piece at a Time by Johnny Cash Tequila by The Champs I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night by The Electric Prunes Nasty by Janet Jackson No More Mr. Nice Guy by Alice Cooper Backstabbers by The O'Jays Pets by Porno For Pyros Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins Ghost of a Texas Ladies' Man by Concrete Blonde Dr. Tarr & Professor Feather by Alan Parsons Project To Live and Die in LA by Wang Chung Pictures of Matchstick Men by Status Quo, also Camper Van Beethoven Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves by Cher Land of Confusion by Genesis I Fought The Law by Bobby Fuller Four Naughty Girls by Samantha Fox Jimmy Olson's Blues by Spin Doctors Nightmares by Violent Femmes I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie 42 by Coldplay Haunted House of the Century by Tangent Sunset The Warrior by Scandal Pacman Fever by Buckner & Garcia Planet Earth by Duran Duran Skeleton River by Tangent Sunset Junk Food Junkie by Larry Groce Everything Is Broken by Bob Dylan The Gambler by Kenny Rogers Shark Attack by Wailing Souls Season of the Witch by Joan Jett Superman's Song by Crash Test Dummies Brain Damage by Pink Floyd Paranoid by Black Sabbath He's a Vampire by Archie King Mad Scientist by The Zanies

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THE HAUNTING OF LA LLORONA Reviews - free on Plex, Roku, Tubi, YouTube

The Haunting of La Llorona is a 2019 supernatural horror film directed by Dennis Devine (Things and three sequels; Alice in Murderland; Vampires of Sorority Row, Don’t Look in the Cellar) from a screenplay by Geno McGahee (Sickle; Rise of the Scarecrows: Hell on Earth; Satanic Meat Cleaver Massacre; et al). The CineRidge Entertainment-Sterling Entertainment production stars Kaylin Zeren, Diana…

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episode review masterpost

Here you can find links to all the episodes that I’ve reviewed. Alternatively, you can scroll down through the hashtag ada’s episode guides to find them, but randomly.

SEASON ONE

Pilot Wendigo Dead in the Water Phantom Traveller Bloody Mary Skin Hook Man Bugs Home Asylum Scarecrow Faith Route 666 Nightmare The Benders Shadow Hell House Something Wicked Provenance Dead Man’s Blood Salvation Devil’s Trap

SEASON TWO

In My Time of Dying Everybody Loves a Clown Bloodlust Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things Simon Said No Exit The Usual Suspects Crossroad Blues Croatoan Hunted Playthings Nightshifter Houses of the Holy Born Under a Bad Sign Tall Tales Roadkill Heart Hollywood Babylon Folsom Prison Blues What Is and What Should Never Be All Hell Breaks Loose 1 All Hell Breaks Loose 2

SEASON THREE

The Magnificent Seven The Kids Are Alright Bad Day at Black Rock Sin City Bedtime Stories Red Sky at Morning Fresh Blood A Very Supernatural Christmas Malleus Maleficarum Dream a Little Dream of Me Mystery Spot Jus in Bello Ghostfacers Long-Distance Call Time is On My Side No Rest for the Wicked

SEASON FOUR

Lazarus Rising Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester In the Beginning Metamorphosis Monster Movie Yellow Fever It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester Wishful Thinking I Know What You Did Last Summer Heaven and Hell Family Remains Criss Angel is a Douche Bag After School Special Sex and Violence Death Takes a Holiday On the Head of a Pin It’s A Terrible Life The Monster at the End of This Book Jump the Shark The Rapture When the Levee Breaks Lucifer Rising

SEASON FIVE

Sympathy for the Devil Good God, Y’all! Free to Be You and Me The End Fallen Idols I Believe the Children Are Our Future The Curious Case of Dean Winchester Changing Channels The Real Ghostbusters Abandon All Hope Sam, Interrupted Swap Meat The Song Remains the Same My Bloody Valentine Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid Dark Side of the Moon 99 Problems Point of No Return Hammer of the Gods The Devil You Know Two Minutes to Midnight Swan Song

SEASON SIX

Exile On Main St. Two and a Half Men The Third Man Weekend at Bobby’s Live Free or Twi-Hard You Can’t Handle the Truth Family Matters All Dogs Go To Heaven Clap Your Hands if You Believe Caged Heat Appointment in Samarra Like a Virgin Unforgiven Mannequin 3: The Reckoning The French Mistake ...And Then There Were None My Heart Will Go On Frontierland Mommy Dearest The Man Who Would Be King Let it Bleed The Man Who Knew Too Much

SEASON SEVEN

Meet the New Boss Hello, Cruel World The Girl Next Door Defending Your Life Shut Up, Dr. Phil Slash Fiction The Mentalists Season 7, Time For a Wedding! How To Win Friends and Influence Monsters Death’s Door Adventures in Babysitting Time After Time After Time The Slice Girls Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magical Menagerie Repo Man Out With the Old The Born-Again Identity Party On, Garth Of Grave Importance The Girl With the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo Reading is Fundamental There Will Be Blood Survival of the Fittest

SEASON EIGHT

We Need To Talk About Kevin What’s Up, Tiger Mommy? Heartache Bitten Blood Brother Southern Comfort A Little Slice of Kevin Hunteri Heroici Citizen Fang Torn and Frayed LARP and the Real Girl As Time Goes By Everybody Hates Hitler Trial and Error Man’s Best Friend With Benefits Remember the Titans Goodbye, Stranger Freaks and Geeks Taxi Driver Pac-Man Fever The Great Escapist Clip Show Sacrifice

SEASON NINE

I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here Devil May Care I’m No Angel Slumber Party Dog Dean Afternoon Heaven Can’t Wait Bad Boys Rock and a Hard Place Holy Terror Road Trip First Born Sharp Teeth The Purge Captives #thinman Blade Runners Mother’s Little Helper Meta Fiction Alex Annie Alexis Ann Bloodlines King of the Damned Stairway to Heaven Do You Believe in Miracles?

SEASON TEN

Black Reichenbach Soul Survivor Paper Moon Fan Fiction Ask Jeeves Girls, Girls, Girls Hibbing 911 The Things We Left Behind The Hunter Games There’s No Place Like Home About a Boy Halt and Catch Fire The Executioner’s Song The Things They Carried Paint it Black Inside Man Book of the Damned The Werther Project Angel Heart Dark Dynasty The Prisoner Brother’s Keeper

SEASON ELEVEN

Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire Form and Void The Bad Seed Baby Thin Lizzy Our Little World Plush Just My Imagination O Brother, Where Art Thou? The Devil in the Details Into the Mystic Don’t You Forget About Me Love Hurts The Vessel Beyond the Mat Safe House Red Meat Hell’s Angel The Chitters Don’t Call Me Shurley All in the Family We Happy Few Alpha and Omega

SEASON TWELVE

Keep Calm and Carry On Mamma Mia The Foundry American Nightmare The One You’ve Been Waiting For Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox Rock Never Dies LOTUS First Blood Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets Regarding Dean Stuck in the Middle (With You) Family Feud The Raid Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell Ladies Drink Free The British Invasion The Memory Remains The Future Twigs and Twines and Tasha Banes There’s Something About Mary Who We Are All Along the Watchtower

SEASON THIRTEEN

Lost and Found The Rising Son Patience The Big Empty Advanced Thanatology Tombstone War of the Worlds The Scorpion and the Fang The Bad Place Wayward Sisters Breakdown Various and Sundry Villains Devil’s Bargain Good Intentions A Most Holy Man Scoobynatural The Thing Bring ‘Em Back Alive Funeralia Unfinished Business Beat the Devil Exodus Let the Good Times Roll

SEASON FOURTEEN

Stranger in a Strange Land Gods and Monsters The Scar Mint Condition Nightmare Logic Optimism Unhuman Nature Byzantium The Spear Nihilism Damaged Goods Prophet and Loss Lebanon Ouroboros Peace of Mind Don’t Go In the Woods Game Night Absence Jack in the Box Moriah

SEASON FIFTEEN

Back and to the Future Raising Hell The Rupture Atomic Monsters Proverbs 17:3 Golden Time Last Call Our Father, Who Aren’t In Heaven The Trap The Heroes Journey The Gamblers Galaxy Brain Destiny’s Child Last Holiday Gimme Shelter Drag Me Away (From You) Unity Despair Inherit the Earth Carry On

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years ago

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Fall / Connor DBH Fluff

Request: I'd love something fluffy fall-related for reader and Connor? Doing things like pumping carving, raking leaves, making a scarecrow, going to an office party dressed up (something cute and ironic like Dorothy and Tin Man lol idk) just gimme the whole loving couple autumn package, please 🖤

This is so cute omg my poor heart <3

Autumn, although it had been a long time coming, had finally arrived. The leaves had changed colours, lining the trees with speckles of orange, red and yellow. When the wind blew they came down, breaking delicately off of tree branches and fluttering down to earth like a colourful rain. The air is as crisp and sweet as one of the apples in the orchards, trees lining warm fences and railings as the ground is wet underfoot. The clouds aren’t too threatening today, just a little grey, and the wind is starting to feel more like the blast you get from opening the refrigerator door.

The leaves detach from their autumnal boughs and fall to earth as gently as feathers. They have the rocking motion that such delicate things assume when they tumble through the breeze. Connor wears a smile that could light up the world as he runs underneath them, pushing a dazed you out of the way as he wraps his scarf tightly around himself, rubbing his gloves together as he breathes out a cold stream of fresh air, unable to stop the childishness that comes out of his systems as he runs around the grass, each vibrant hue making him feel more and more alive.

Having swept up the pile of brilliant yellow, bright orange and subtle red autumn leaves that litter the dewy ground, Connor winks cheerily at you, the bitter wind biting into his synthetic skin as he runs over to you and grasps your hands.

‘Y/N, you’re body temperature is below average, I’m afraid I’m going to have to administer a shock to get your heart pumping more blood to your limbs.’

Before you have time to register his words, he tumbles the two of you backwards, delight covering his features, leaping the two of you through the air until he lands in the leaves like an excited puppy, flowering leaves through the air and straight into your face with a dramatic thump as you land on his chest and roll off with a thud onto the cracking dirt. His head peeps out from the top of the pile, shock evident on his features as fumbles to find you, his fingers finding fumbling onto your arm as he pulls you up into his chest.

As your cheek smushes against his jacket, your fingers digging into the muscles of his arms as he decides the best course of action is to just stay silent for a moment, he allows his shoulders to relax when he feels you giggle against his chest. He feels something warm and tingly pump through his systems, a fuzzy, pinny feeling fuzzing the circuits in his head as he leans down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead, before pulling the two of you back down into the pile and away from the eyes of passerbys on the pavement.

A lot of people had already showed up to the police station as witches, zombies, the odd few vampires, hell, even Hank had been pestered by Connor to stick a sheet over his head and call himself a ghost, but the two of you, the two of you had won the dress up competition before you’d even entered the neon flashing lights of the office.

Standing by the food table, Connor creaking his elbow down to ladle you some punch Hank had managed to stir some Vodka into, you reaching up to save his hat from falling into a small bowl of jello, Connor is too preoccupied with his mission of making sure you stay hydrated to notice Hank stumbling over to you, his feet tripping over the edge of the sheet with pulls out with mumbled swear.

‘And what, in the hell, are the two of you supposed to be?’

‘We’re Dorothy and the Tin Man! Get it!’

‘Yes, Y/n convinced me this is what humans call, a cute couple costume, considering I am an android and she is-’

‘Yeah, yeah, Jesus kid I get it. A bit on the nose, don’t you think?’

Connor only blinked at Hank, his LED whirring yellow as he lightly smirked, his silver shirt reflecting the disco ball that hangs precariously from the ceiling, the grey paint on his face making him look even more adorable than usual.

‘Well, Y/n thought I looked sexy.’

‘Connor!’

Pumpkin carving, at the start, would be quite an ordeal. Connor couldn’t help himself, as soon as the two of you carved open the top, he had his fingers in immediately, raising two to his mouth and licking them with a confused expression, his other hand unable to stop touching the orange ball.

‘Y/n, why do you carve these things?’

‘For fun Connor. Now shush and pick up the knife.’

He would make several mathematical equations in his head before he started carving. He didn’t understand the patterns: why some appear shocked, why others are carved into cute bunny rabbits or puppy dogs. He only knows they glow in the Halloween night as greetings to the costumed children who skitter from house to house to rap on the door searching for candy, and they mean something special to you.

He had been so nervous when he opened the door, a few red leaves floating down onto his face and splatting him against the mouth as soon as he tries to stutter out an anxious ‘hi’, bless him.

His hands would constantly brush over your fingers, crinkling the newspaper covering the table, pretending you don’t notice the rising blush that covers his face as he smiles goofily, unable to make eye contact with you. Throwing strewing seeds lightly at his head, you constantly try to break Connor out of his daydream as he stares at you with a far away look, chopping away at his pumpkin and nearly nicking his finger in the process. Stepping back to admire his handiwork after placing a small tealight into the hollowed centre, Connor you to switch off the light. When the lights are off, Connor bites his lip lightly, turning the pumpkin around to face you after you ask him what he designed on it.

You can see the slight self-consciousness in his eyes, but your smile convinced him to show his pumpkin every time. This year, Connor was especially nervous, shaking like a leaf as he swung the pumpkin around towards you, dipping his eyes to the floor as your eyes scan over the words.

Will you marry me?

‘Hank told me... this would be a cute way to ask, as every time I go to my sound systems malfunction and it feels like my systems are overheating.’

Time stopped as you took in the words he craved onto his pumpkin, finding yourself collapsing into your chair in shock. After a long moment, Connor stepped next to you, watching you worriedly.

‘Y/n, are you in shock? Shall I call you an ambulance? I’m sorry, this is not the desired effect I wished-’

‘No, no, you dumbass, I’m happy, I’m so happy, I just-’

‘Say yes.’

‘What?’

‘Please-say yes.’

‘You’re so clueless, Connor. It’s yes, it’s always been yes.’

He laughed in relief as you both shared another kiss. When you both finally came up for air, Connor slipped the ring box out of his pocket to take out the ring and slip it onto your waiting finger.

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bamby0304 · 5 years ago

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Her Saviours- Ch.24

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Angst. Violence.

Bamby

The other Omega and Alpha were safe now. Their car had needed a few touch-ups which Dean was able to do while you kept an eye on the orchard you’d still been parked by. Then you and he followed them until they were far away and safe.

Driving back towards the town, the sun rising, Dean had Sam on loudspeaker as he explained everything to his brother.

“The scarecrow climbed off its cross?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I’m tellin’ ya. Burkittsville, Indiana. Fun Town.” The tension in Dean was obvious. Not only in the way he spoke, but you could tell by looking at his grip on the steering wheel.

“It didn’t kill the couple, did it?”

“No. We can cope without you, you know.”

“Y/N… are you okay?”

Smiling down at the phone on the dash, you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “I’m okay.”

“This thing is after Omegas and the male with them. Dean-”

“I got it,” Dean cut his brother off. “I can keep her safe.”

“I’m not doubting that. I’m just worried.”

The clench of Dean’s jaw made you wonder what was going through his head. Was he worried about you, too? Or did his brother’s words just hit a nerve?

When there was no response, Sam cleared his throat. “So, something must be animating it. A spirit.”

“No, it’s more than a spirit. It’s a god. A Pagan god, anyway,” Dean corrected.

“What makes you say that?”

“The annual cycle of its killings? And the fact that the victims are always an Alpha and unclaimed Omega. Like some kind of fertility right. And you should see the locals.” Dean glanced at you. “They treat Omegas like royalty. Offered Y/N anything she might want or need. The way they treated this couple… fattenin’ ‘em up like a Christmas turkey.”

“The last meal. Given to sacrificial victims.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some Pagan god.”

“So, a god possesses the scarecrow…”

“And the scarecrow takes its sacrifice,” Dean finished his brother’s sentence. “And for another year, the crops won’t wilt, and disease won’t spread.”

“Do you know which god you’re dealing with?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, you figure out what it is, you can figure out a way to kill it.”

“I know. I’m actually on my way to a local community college. I’ve got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don’t have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research.”

Sam laughed lightly, “You know, if you’re hinting you need my help, just ask.”

“I’m not hinting anything. Y/N and I can handle it,” Dena assured him. “Actually, uh… I want you to know… I mean, don’t think…”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, too.” Sam didn’t need to hear the words to understand.

“Sam. You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life.”

You looked over at Dean, surprised.

“Are you serious?”

“You’ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I… anyway… I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy.”

“I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

“Call me when you find Dad.”

“Okay. Bye, Dean.” There was a pause before Sam added, “Goodbye, Y/N.”

As the line went dead, you turned to look out the window, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Your heart ached as you realised this was it. It was the end. Sam was gone, he was going to do his own thing… and you didn’t think he’d be back again. At least not for a while.

“Hey.” Dean reached over to rest a hand on your knee. “Talk to me.”

Unable to look at him, you kept your eyes on the horizon as you spoke, “Still hurts… losing him. Losing any of you. When you said you’ve had to compete for my attention since we met-”

“I didn’t mean it. Not like that.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you gave him a small smile. “I know, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true. You, John, Sam… you all saved me. You all mean so much to me. I hate… I hate feeling like I’m grasping onto the hope of us all being together again when it’s not gonna happen.”

“It will,” he assured you, giving your knee a squeeze. “Sammy will find Dad and they’ll kill the son of a bitch that killed my mum. And then they’ll come find us, and things will go back to the way they used to be. The way they should be.”

Wiping away at the stray tear the rolled down your cheek, you shifted along the seat and snuggled into his side. “I hope you’re right, Dean. I really hope you’re right.”

…

“It’s not every day I get a research question on Pagan ideology.”

You and Dean were walking with a professor through the halls of the community college where he worked. The hope was that he could shed some light on the history behind the town. Perhaps then, you’d be able to understand what you were dealing with and how to kill it.

Dean offered a polite smile. “Yeah, well, call it a hobby.”

“But you said you were interested in local lore?” the professor asked, getting a hummed confirmation from both you and Dean. “I’m afraid Indiana isn’t really known for its Pagan worship.”

“Well, what if it was imported?” Dean suggested. “You know, like the Pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn’t a lot of this area settled by immigrants?”

The professor shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

“There’s a place nearby, Burkittsville. Do you know where their ancestors would have come from?” you asked, a little tentatively.

The professor was beta, but the place had lingering scents of Alpha everywhere. Campus’ generally meant a wide variety of races, genders, and breeds. It wasn’t the first time you’d been on a campus, but it did feel different. You wondered if it was due to your intensifying fear of strange Alphas.

“Uh, northern Europe, I believe, Scandinavia,” the professor provided.

“What could you tell us about those Pagan gods?” Dean asked.

“Well, there are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses.”

“We’re actually looking for one. Might live in an orchard.”

…

In the professor’s office, he dropped an old and heavy book onto the table in front of you and Dean. Flicking it open, he started to skim a few pages to find what you were looking for.

“Woods god, hm? Well, let’s see.”

As the pages kept turning, Dean quickly spotted something. “Wait, wait, wait. What’s that one?” He turned back to the page in question where you saw a scarecrow in a field.

“Oh, that’s not a woods god, per se.”

“The V-Vanir?” Dean looked up at the professor for confirmation, seeing him nod. He then turned back to the book and began to read. “‘The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practised human sacrifice. One Alpha, and one unclaimed Omega.’” Pausing a moment, he eyed the picture before asking, “Kind of looks like a scarecrow, huh?”

The professor shrugged. “I suppose.”

Dean continued to read. “This particular Vanir that’s energy sprung from the sacred tree?”

“Well, Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic.”

“So… what would happen if the tree was damaged?” you asked. “Like cut down…”

“Or torched,” Dean added. “You think it’d kill the god?”

Laughing, the professor looked at you both amused, but also like you might’ve lost your minds. “These are just legends we’re discussing.”

“Oh, of course. Yeah, you’re right.” Dean quickly nodded, pulling back from the book. “Listen, thank you very much.” He reached out for the professor’s hand, which he then shook.

Smiling politely, you then offered your hand. “You’ve been a great help, thank you.

“Glad I could help.” Nodding, the professor walked you to the door.

Neither you or Dean were prepared for what happened next.

As the door opened, you spotted the sheriff standing on the other side. Dean didn’t get the chance to react before the sheriff hit him in the head with the butt of his gun, knocking Dean out.

“Dean!” you cried out, reaching out for him.

“Not so fast.” The sheriff grabbed your arm and spun you around, pressing you against the wall. “Really should have left when you had the chance.”

Pulling you back, he then slammed you forward, against the wall again. This time it was hard enough to knock you clean out.

…

“Sweetheart,” Dean’s voice called to you. “Sweetheart, you gotta wake up. Come on, wake up for me. Please.” The tension in his voice made your heart break. At the same time, you used the pain to draw you back to consciousness. When you made a small squeak of a sound, you could hear the smile in this voice. “That’s it. Come on. Open your eyes for me. Show me your eyes. You can do it.”

It took everything in your power to will yourself to open your eyes. When you did, you found yourself lying on the floor, with Dean hovering above you. His hands were cradling your face as he watched you with eyes so worried you could see tears threatening to form.

“Dean?”

He smiled at you, relief replacing his fears. “Hey.” Helping you sit up, he made sure you were okay. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut again as you felt a sharp pain throb in your head. “Where are we?”

“The professor was in on it. Called the sheriff. He knocked us out. Must’ve got you bad, ‘cause you’ve been out for a while.” His gaze remained on you, watching your every move carefully. “Had me worried for a moment there, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” you grunted.

Looking around, you took in your surroundings. Wherever you were, it was cold, dark and dank. It smelt damp and mouldy, and earth. Above you, a few feet away, was what appeared to be a door. Light peeked through the cracks, lighting parts the stairs underneath it.

“We’re in a basement,” you noted, taking another moment to check your surroundings before turning back to Dean.

He looked… defeated. Guilty. Worried. Terrified. The way he was watching your hands as they sat in your lap…

“Dean.” You brought a hand up to cup his face. “This isn’t your fault.”

“You should have gone with Sam,” he muttered. “You should have gone with Sam years ago. When he first left. You should have gone with Sam, and you should have stayed with Sam, and I should have never dragged you into any of this.” There was a crack in his voice that made you want to burst into tears.

Shaking your head, you got on your knees in front of him. “Don’t. Don’t say that.”

“You’re always in danger if you’re with me.”

“Dean… do you really think your father would have let me go with Sam when he first left? Maybe he would have let me go, but do you seriously think he wouldn’t have gone to get me eventually? You Winchesters are pack people. Sam might’ve run away, but he’s still all about pack. If he wasn’t he wouldn’t have dropped everything to come help us. So do you seriously think I would have been able to stay with Sam? Do you really think you would have been able to give up on me so easily?”

There was a moment’s pause as he tried to think of a situation where he would have let you go… but there was none.

“No.” His voice was so soft as he looked up to meet your gaze. “I could never lose you.”

“And you’re not going to.” Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his in a delicate kiss.

The basement door creaked open.

Dean was quick to pull you behind him as he stood, ready to defend you if need be.

It wasn’t needed, though…

“We don’t have much time.” Emily glanced over her shoulder before gesturing for the of you to move. “I’m getting you out of here.”

…

Dean’s grip on your hand was tight as you and he followed Emily through the orchard. You had to be careful, and quiet, keeping low to stay out of sight. Apparently, there were a number of locals around the place, armed and on guard.

Sneaking around, you couldn’t help but notice how different the trees were compared to the first time you’d seen them. They were dying. The townsfolk were running out of time to appease the god.

“How’d you know?” Dean asked in a harsh whisper.

It was obvious he didn’t trust that she was actually trying to help, but you believed her. You also knew it was probably your best chance of getting out of there.

“I heard my aunt and uncle fussing over you two leaving town. And then all your questions, and the weird disappearances every year.” Emily paused and sighed, turning to look at you both. “My mother and father… they weren’t traditionalists. They didn’t believe in claiming. They thought it was barbaric.”

Her story fell into place, then. “Your mother was an unclaimed Omega.”

She nodded. “It was another year like this. The trees were beginning to die… and then the next morning everything was healthy and everyone was happy, and my parents were gone.”

“We’re sorry.” Dean meant it, too. Losing a parent… you all knew what that felt like.

A gun cocked behind you, making you freeze.

“I will shoot,” the sheriff warned. “And it’ll be one of the girls I hit. We only need one of them.”

The three of you all turned, seeing that the sheriff wasn’t alone. Scotty, Harley, and Stacy were all there, too. Armed and aiming their guns at your little group.

“Emily.” Stacy was a mixture of disappointed, shocked, guilty, and scared. “What did you do?”

“They’re people!” Emily exclaimed boldly, even though she was beginning to cry. “Why are you doing this?”

Harley squared his shoulders, doing his best not to show how seeing his niece at the other end of his barrel was affecting him. “It’s for the common good.”

…

Back in the basement, you watched as Dean tried to open the door for the millionth time. Emily was sitting beside you, sobbing lightly. She’d calmed down, but you could tell she was still freaked. You didn’t blame her.

“So… they’re gonna kill us?” she asked.

Having not known what was going on to the full extent when she’d tried to help you and Dean, Emily had only assumed the townsfolk had killed her parents. Explaining that they were offered up as a sacrifice instead was a little difficult.

“Sacrifice us,” Dean corrected. “Which is, I don’t know, classier, I guess?” Giving up on the door, he headed towards the two of you. “You really didn’t know anything about this, did you?”

She shook her head. “I suspected something, but… the scarecrow? I can’t believe this.”

“Well, you better start believing, cause we’re gonna need your help,” Dean told her. “We can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree.”

“What tree?”

“The scarecrow’s power has to come from a sacred tree. Something old, that would have come from wherever the town’s founders are from,” you explained. “The townspeople would treat it with a lot of respect.”

Contemplating the thought for a moment, she soon remembered a tree. “There was this one apple tree. The immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree.”

“Is it in the orchard?” Dean asked.

Emily nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t know where.”

The doors opened again, revealing Scotty, Stacey, Harley, and the sheriff. Dean- once again- stood in front of you and Emily protectively as Stacey stepped forward.

“It’s time.”

…

The rope around your wrists wasn’t something you weren’t familiar with. Being in the hunter life meant you’d been tied up a few times over the years. Before that, however, you’d spent years bound. The memories of the things that you’d been through before the Winchesters always seemed a little more potent when you could feel the tightness of rope biting into your skin.

“How many people have you killed, Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?” Dean asked, glaring at the man who’d just finished tying him to a tree of his own.

“We don’t kill them.”

“No, but you sure cover up after. I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?”

“Uncle Harley, please,” Emily cried.

Her uncle couldn’t even look her in the eyes. “I am so sorry, Em. I wish it wasn’t you.”

“Try to understand,” Stacy started. “It’s our responsibility. You… you know too much. You’re a risk.”

“I’m your family.”

“Sweetheart,” Stacy genuinely looked upset, “that’s what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love for the greater good. The town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one.”

She, Scotty and Harley began to walk away then, though the sheriff remained.

“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!” Dean called.

Ignoring Dean, the sheriff turned his back to him and then moved towards you. He knelt down, watching as you chewed on your lip, trying to fight the fear that came from the moment you were living in, and the one replaying in your mind.

“Such a shame… you were a pretty Omega. Would’ve made someone happy.”

Lip curling up into a snarl, you spat at him.

Raising a hand to his face, he wiped your spit from his cheek and rose to his feet suddenly. “That fight in you isn’t gonna change anything. You’re his, now.” Turning on his heels, he stalked off.

Your heart was beating hard and fast in your chest. The memories of your past, mixed with the stench of the Alpha sheriff, had your nerves on edge. Everything inside you was screaming to get free and run, but that panic wouldn’t do you any good.

If you tried to get yourself out, you’d only hurt yourself. If you tried to make a break for it, you wouldn’t get far. First, you’d have to free Dean and Emily, and then you’d have to try and sneak out of the orchards… you got the feeling you wouldn’t get far. The townspeople weren’t going to risk losing their sacrifice again.

“So, what’s the plan?” Emily asked Dean expectantly.

“I’m workin’ on it.”

…

The sun had set hours ago. It was cold, your arms ached as they’d remained tied above your head. Your bones hurt, and your anxiety was through the roof. Things were not looking good.

Emily sighed, “You don’t have a plan, do you?”

“I’m workin’ on it,’ Dean assured her, sounding considerably less confident than he had before. “Can you see?”

Shifting as much as you could, you tried to get a look at the scarecrow’s perch behind you. But as much as you tried, and moved, you couldn’t get a good view.

“I can’t see him.”

“Me either,” Emily added.

As you shifted, the ropes bit into your skin more. You hissed and winced as a memory shook you to your bones. Seeing the faces of those who’d killed your parents and taken you… remembering the things they’d done…

“Y/N,” Dean’s voice called you out of your head. “You okay?”

Gritting your teeth, you nodded. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh my God.”

Looking over at Emily, you saw pure fear in her eyes. “What? What is it?”

Whatever had he so scared, though, had her frozen as she stared straight ahead with wide eyes. “Oh my God!”

Leaves in the distance rustled as something moved. You could hear it now, coming closer and closer. The adrenaline pumping through your veins as you tried to use the bark on your tree to cut through your ropes. You had to get out of there. You had to save Dean and Em-

“Dean? Y/N?”

“Sam?” Your head fell back against the tree as you let out a relieved breath.

“Oh!” Dean beamed up at his younger brother as Sam moved towards him. “Oh, I take everything back I said. I’m so happy to see you. Come on.” As Sam started untying him, Dean asked, “How’d you get here?”

“I, uh…” Sam released his brother and shrugged. “I stole a car.”

Dean gave his arm a playful punch. “Haha! That’s my boy!” He moved towards Emily to free her while Sam moved to you. “And keep an eye on that scarecrow. He could come alive any minute.”

Sam stopped untying you to look in the direction where his brother had gestured. “What scarecrow?”

Your eyes went wide. “Oh fuck…”

...

The four of you were running. Being quiet and careful wasn’t going to do any of you good now that the scarecrow was awake. You had to be quick. You had to get the hell out of there before he found you.

“Alright, now, this sacred tree you’re talking about..”

“It’s the source of its power,” Dean explained.

Sam shrugged. “So let’s find it and burn it.”

Dean shook his head. “Nah, in the morning. Let’s just shag ass before Leather Face catches up.”

As the four of you reached a clearing, however, you found your paths were blocked by the townspeople.

Dean put his arms out in front of you and Emily, making you both stop as he started to back up. “This way.”

When you tried to turn to make a break for it, you found more people had gathered around. You were now surrounded.

Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him, as Dean did the same with Emily. The Alphas kept you behind them as they moved back to back, keeping you both safe.

“Please. Let us go,” Emily begged.

Her uncle shook his head. “It’ll be over quickly, I promise.”

Scanning the crowd, you could see how close they were. How they had gathered around so tightly, and everyone’s focus was on your group… no one was watching their surroundings.

“How would you know?” you asked, eyes scanning the crowd. “You hide in the treeline or your homes. You lure people out here or trap them. You feed them to this thing. But you know nothing. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

“Now is really not the time to piss them off,” Dean mumbled at you.

You had to disagree.

Pulling your arm from Sam’s grasp, you stepped away from the brothers and Emily, moving a little closer to the four townspeople who clearly ran the place. Scotty, Stacy, Harley, and the sheriff.

“You do this because it’s what you were taught to do, but you don’t understand it.” You eyed Scotty’s gun as it remained aimed at you. “You’re not gonna shoot. The fact you haven’t had to kill anyone with your own hands is how you can sleep at night.”

“We will if we have to,” the sheriff argued.

“No… you won’t. You won’t get the chance.”

All of a sudden, Harley let out a garbled gasp as the scarecrow’s sickle stuck out from his chest. Stacey screamed, and everything fell into chaos.

“Run!” you called to the brothers and Emily, before you made a break for it.

The scarecrow was cutting through the townspeople, trying to push through the crowd as they all tried to run away. His eyes were on you and Emily, as he hacked through whoever got in his way.

Sam and Dean grabbed you both, dragging you along as your feet slammed on the dirt ground. None of you let up until you saw the clearing of the orchard, and even then it only made you move faster.

Every breath you sucked in was like breathing in fire, your muscles ached, your heartbeat thrummed in your ears, drowning out the screams behind you.

Reaching the road, Sam and Dean shoved you and Emily across the line. You both stumbled, landing on the harsh asphalt, cutting up your arms and palms. But at that moment, the pain didn’t even register.

Spinning around, you watched the treeline, seeing the scarecrow step up to it and watch your group as you all sat on the road, trying to catch your breaths. People were still screaming, dying in the orchard.

The scarecrow stood there, his eyes on you and Emily for a moment longer before he turned and stalked back into the darkness.

“How… how’d you know?” Emily asked, trying to calm her breathing. “How’d you know he was going to kill them?”

“We were the only unclaimed Omegas. He had to cut through them to get to us.” You shrugged. “And I was kinda banking on him being pissed… they did keep him waiting after all.”

…

Emily had taken you, Dean and Sam to the impala. The four of you had then camped out in the car, on the side of the road by the orchard. You hadn’t been able to sleep, but Emily had crashed as soon as the adrenaline had left her system.

Dean had stayed up for a good long while, but when sleep claimed him, he didn’t fight it. You didn’t think he had it in him to fit. He’d been through a lot lately, and he needed the rest.

Sam had drifted in and out, but he’d mostly fought the urge to sleep. Every time it had won, even for the briefest of moments, he’d look back over at you to make sure you were okay.

It was morning now. The sun had risen, painting the sky in golden hues. The bright lights had stirred the other occupants of the vehicle, alerting them that it was time. With Sam carrying the gasoline, and Dean carrying the lighter, the four of you headed back into the orchard to find the sacred tree.

There wasn’t a single sign of last night’s events. You didn’t see a body… or even a spec of blood. Either remaining townspeople had cleaned up the mess, or the scarecrow had covered its track.

Once the tree had been found, Sam had poured the gasoline over all of it, while Dean had grabbed a large stick to light.

“Let me.” Emily gestured to the burning stick.

Handing it over, Dean stepped back next to you as Sam came over to join. The three of you watched Emily move to the tree.

“You know, the whole town’s gonna die,” Dean told her.

“Good.” With that, she threw the stick onto the gasoline and watched the tree catch fire.

…

Standing between Sam and Dean, you watched Emily get on the bus. None of you moved as she took a seat and waited before the bus then started down the road. You didn’t look away until you couldn’t see it anymore.

“Think she’s gonna be alright?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “I hope so.”

“And the rest of the townspeople, they’ll just get away with it?”

“The power that was keeping the town alive is gone… trust me, they won’t just get away with it. They’ll suffer,” you assured him, not hiding the satisfied tone in your voice.

Those people deserved more than what was coming… but it was the best you could do. There was no proof of foul play, so calling the authorities was out of the question. That left you three dealing with the people, but you weren’t killers. So you were just going to have to settle with letting the town die.

As the three of you headed for the Impala, Dean looked over at his brother. “So, can I drop you off somewhere?”

Reaching his door, Sam leaned on the roof of the car and shook his head. “No, I think you’re stuck with me.”

You couldn’t deny the fact you were happy hearing those words. More than happy, actually. Knowing Sam had changed his mind about leaving… it was the best news you’d heard in a long time.

“What made you change your mind?” Dean asked.

“I didn’t.” Sam shrugged. “I still wanna find Dad. And you’re still a pain in the ass,” he noted, making Dean chuckling a nod. “But, Jess and Mum… they’re both gone. Dad is God knows where. The three of us,” he glanced over at you, we’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together.”

Maybe that was the best thing you’d heard in a long time...

“Hold me, Sam.” Dean pressed a hand to his heart. “That was beautiful.”

Sam rolled his eyes at him. “You should be kissing my ass, you were dead meat, dude.”

“Yeah, right. I had a plan, I’d have gotten out,” Dean insisted as the three of you got in the car.

You couldn’t help but scoff. “You really didn’t.”

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The Red Mist M! Kayden X F! MC One shot The Royal Masquerade

Just a little bit from last week’s chapter. I wanted more angst so it’s just a little re-write. I have also written a mini-shot from Hunter’s POV which I am happy to post Thursday :) Happy reading

Pairing - M! Kayden (Trystan) X F!MC from Kayden’s (Trystan’s) POV

Words- 1113

Rating - T for angst and a teeny bit of language

All rights to Pixelberry.

I am blaming him.

I am blaming him and there is nothing that any of them can say or do or throw at me that is going to change my mind at all.

It takes more self-control than I ever thought I had not to slam his regency against the hull of this ship and beat a confession out of him about his scheming, sick sister. But I don’t. I don’t have time for it. I do have time however, to get his paws off of Eva. My Eva.

“Out. Now.” I snap and shove Alexander away from her. He can’t touch her; I don’t even want him to look at her right now.

“Crown Shield. What on Earth-”

He stops mid sentence when I look at him and I can only but imagine how much fury he’s seen on my face.

Eva. Sweet Eva: hurt by that duplicitous harpy right under his nose. And of course, like the coward I thought him to be, hiding behind that pomp and circumstance, he denies it furiously. Denies it and then dares tell me he cares about her; he has no idea. He has no clue what caring about someone means.

Her small body lies limp against me as I hold her up in a sitting position, stroking her hair that’s damp with sweat.

Damn Fierros.

“Trystan?” Eva’s voice is like a tremor; weak and shrill and it makes my heart droop and thud.

She can’t die. I can’t let her die.

“I’m here; it’s OK.” I do not give the slightest of damns that Alexander is watching any of this even though I can see the grievance forming on his face. She’s asking for me and I’m here; to hell with the rest of them. “What happened? Can you tell me?”

“Poison, she said it was-”

“Get Vasco and for Christ’s sake do not alert anyone to this.” I snap at him and even though he wants to argue, he doesn’t. He does what I ask. When we’re alone, I kiss the top of her head lightly and rest my cheek against it ignoring the raging temperature of her flesh. “Ok. It’s going to be ok. I’ll deal with it.”

“My throat hurts and my head-”

“I know, I know. Just try not to close your eyes. Listen to my voice. Valiant needs you to be well; I can’t imagine he’d want to live with me. I’m certainly not as good at cuddling.” She laughs which turns into a cough.

I’ll kill Renza myself. If anything happens to her, I will reduce her and that godforsaken house to utter rubble.

“I think you are.”

I cannot help but clamp my arms around her just a bit more. “Maybe; sometimes. Let me tell you something about me, something I haven’t told anyone. Then you will have to get better so you can tease me about it later; I do not care for spiders. In fact, as a child, I wouldn’t go in the pantry for a week because I had spied one as large as my hand in the corner and I took five lashings for refusing to get bread for dinner.”

By this point, I’m rambling. I’d sell the Earth to keep her awake. When she laughs, even though it turns into a strangled and meek gasp, I keep talking because I know she’s listening. I tell her about how I’d once stolen my mother’s necklace and tried to give it to a girl I liked when I was six and how I used to hide under the covers when they put the scarecrow outside my bedroom window. I speak for an eternity until Alexander blasts back through the door with Vasco, who then takes over.

My heart does not stop thundering with blind panic, even when Alexander and I are left alone to deal with the fallout.

As Vasco steadies her down the hallway, leaving us with our instructions, the quiet falls on us both like a lead weight.

Alexander breaks it.

“I had no clue about Renza.”

“Of course not, why would you? It is not at all like you’re related and engaging in some pathetic power play for the throne that Eva has found herself mixed up in.”

I want to hit him. I truly do. I almost felt this way after the hunt; after his Father had threatened her. His wide-eyed naivety, caused by the fact he’d had everything handed to him on a plate, women included, may not have directly caused this mess but it had been a contributing factor.

After a beat, I jump as he lunges my way. His hand grabbing for my collar. Again, and again, we duck and dive, clipping each other here and there until I finally get a hold of that stupid cape and trap his throat between the wooden wall and my forearm.

Idiot.

Still, it doesn’t stop his brazenness.

“Self-righteous prick.” He chokes out as I press my forearm against his throat.

“Entitled, oblivious child.”

The echo of footsteps bounding down the stairs breaks us apart and the wary look of the two soldiers who walk through the door gives rise to the fact I have just almost strangled the current heir to the throne. Like a stand-off, we stand, and all look at each other and I know he’s tempted to have me thrown somewhere filled with rats and with nothing to eat but gruel for the rest of my life. The threat is evident in his eyes, burning like ice on fire.

“Let us go Crown Shield and leave these men to do their job.”

He does not once check to see if I have followed; I doubt he cares. It is not until we reach the bottom of the stairs, close to the galley, that he stops, face twisted and tight.

“Ever put your hands on me like that again and I will have you hanged.” It is not a threat. He means it. “I will tie the rope myself. Do not for one moment forget that whilst I know you care for Lady Eva; I care just as much. And not only do I have to contend with the fact I have lost her to a bloody Nevrakis, I also have lost her to an insolent Chief of Guard who has forgotten his station.”

He knows.

My thudding and panicked heart stops abruptly.

I do not follow as he storms up the stairs, quickly regaining the composure I am used to seeing on him when he is faced with a crowd, leaving me in the dark underbelly of the boat wondering what the hell to do with myself.

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