#Jonatics

[karen-crysttina]

HOW I LOVE BEING A JONATIC 💖

I love this guys since 2007!

@jonasbrothers

[natesmack]

I know we talked to you a lot at the beginning of the year about playing with Nate..you obviously had such great chemistry with him, knew where he was going to be back in the day. Seems like you guys are starting to find that a little bit again (...) just how is that coming with him? [x]

[malibulovesya]

The difference between both eras

FASTLIFE //// Music For People Who Believe In Love

[astr0meda]

Unova Dragons 🖤🐉🤍

[vse-kar-vem]

joker out boys with flowers since bojan is obsessed with shoving them into the mouths of his instrumentalists

[trashmartianx]

This is a true masterpiece 👩🏼‍🍳💋

[trickortreatmeout]

Lines, Vines, and Trying Times is the best Jonas Brothers album. Absolutely no skips, AND it’s the reason the original version of Better Than Revenge exists. AND we got Niley content. What an album. Common is on it for some reason. World War III is the best opening track of any album ever. Straight bangers

[vanweezer]

my jancy fic title. if u even care

[yesterdayandkarma]

by Jonat González

[crazylittlejester]

sneaks in here to yap about will wood

did you know hes been in bands before will wood and the tapeworms? he was in a verbal equinox, then he formed the stereosexuals with jonation maisto (whose helped with some of his newer music!) theres also two more in there, jamface and strange thick but i dont know too much about either other than will wood was in them.

a lot of will woods songs are also connected from what ive listened to

in skeleton appreciation day, will wood sings "a selfish book is always open" then his next album is named "self-ish"

in your body my temple, will wood sings "when the waters run red" which could be a reference to the lyric "the drunk-tanks blood red" in the song 6up 5oh Copout

in falling up, will wood sings "i grew up in suburbia" and then of course, theres suburbia overtune

in the first step, will wood sings "i dont want to be an organ donor" which could be hin referencing the stereosexuals song 1fish2fish

thats about all the things ive seen that are connected, but some of his lyrics could also be references to his older songs in the stereosexuals, as theres only been 3 publicly released. will has said the other 12 were lost on an old hard drive, but for all we know he could be lying. the stereosexuals used to be on spotify, but arent anymore for some reason, so you can really only listen to it youtube sadly.

will wood has 3 songs related to rats in "in case i make it," which are tomcat disposables, euthansia, and willard!

then in his live album "in case i die" he has two songs that weren't released, which were "and if i did, you deserved it" and "misanthropologist"

he also has a podcast named "life in the world to come" which he does with his friend chris dunne, which is about well, life in the world to come. people send questions in and the two answer them, but like most of the time most of it is them yapping, but im not complaining.

:3 (also, explain the plot of the four swords manga??? you need to go to a LIBRARY!!)

oh wow i knew like none of this

i mean i knew he had a lot of repeating themes/lyrics but not the other stuff

thanks for sharing dude 🫶

(ALSO IVE CHECKED they dont HAVE IT at the library. but someone sent me the link so no worries)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Jonathan Reid - The first encounter

Jonathan Reid x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, some fighting

masterlist

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°It is true love at first sight, at least for him, even though he could hear your fast heartbeat very clearly. When he first came into the hospital in the new just-too-perfectly-fitting suit, hardly anyone had really noticed him, they were all too busy with their work, all but one.

°You had seen him coming, watched him as the light cast shadows on his handsome, flawless face, the bright eyes looking around and yet. There was something like lifelessness in his appearance and he meticulously tried to remember not to breathe, not to move too fast, not to show his pointed canines.

°But he, too, had seen it, the dark outline with the abnormally brightly glowing heart. The blood flowing through her body, glowing bright red and smelling so irresistible. For him she was everything. The perfect prey and the perfect heart. A woman with whom he could suddenly imagine everything. Like a union, as if his new existence would predispose him to it.

°But this desire, this love he felt for her only grew stronger in the following nights. He had already realised the next night that the nurse, like him, also worked the night shift almost every night. Something he was curious to know why.

°But his enquiry with Edgar, who seemed even more pleased and curious about the whole thing than he was, gave him at least the most necessary information. Information that let him know why she worked almost every night and avoided the day with the people.

°,,I am truly sorry for your loss of your brother," he had said to her the next night when the two of them seemed to speak to each other properly for the first time. Her uncertainty and yet attraction towards him met his fascination and love. He almost seemed to forget to mimic his unneeded breathing and she tore her gaze away from his face to keep from staring.

°Even though his words hurt and her heart contracted at the memory of death. First her father, then her mother and finally her little brother died in her arms in the hospital. Something that has stayed with her ever since, never letting her go and almost driving her insane with the theory that there might be more to the plague than anyone realises.

°What was it that was perhaps not even human, for she knew that one bite on her father could be an insect, two on her mother little more than a coincidence, and the tearing of her brother and the hundred-plus bites were not wolves. It was these creatures that would be afflicted by this plague of disease.

°But in all this darkness, she had a breakthrough for a long time, a light, almost like an angel, the strange yet miraculous doctor had come to her. He had taken her out of her spiral for a moment. ,,Thank you Jonat-I mean Doctor Reid...that's very kind of you" she said and lowered her eyes out of overwhelm.

°But when she suddenly felt his hand gently and carefully on her shoulder, her gaze went up to his in disbelief. Despite her profession, every touch seemed half-dead and loveless. His, however, though icy cold, seemed to burn her skin underneath. Finally telling her that she wasn't dead yet. That she still felt something.

°She saw him smile slightly encouragingly at her and his eyes showed something like devotion for a moment. The moment between them seemed to last for a short eternity before they both had to turn to their work. But the feeling that he had revived her from death did not leave her.

°He had unconsciously revived her, didn't have to bite her, didn't have to give her his blood. He didn't have to kill her because she was already dead. He brought her back to life not knowing that soon they would meet again and this at the time of the rays of the sun. The sun that was caused by McCullum who wanted to hunt and kill the vampire.

°It was her day off and she had said goodbye to her colleagues in the morning. Had hoped to see the doctor again. Had wanted to thank him and actually offer to visit the cemetery with her, not knowing that he was actually asleep during the day. But the streetlights were still on and when she knocked on his office door she got no answer, much to her regret.

°Turning away with a sad heart, she made her way out of the hospital. The way through the iron gates before she was on the streets. The still slightly dark streets lit by the first few rays of sunlight and street lamps. She knew her way, knew where to go to get to the cemetery.

°Walking along the path to the cemetery, it did not take long until she arrived at it. But something seemed different, the graveyard was too loud, too loud for it to be the sound of talking or crying. It was the sound of fighting and weapons.

°Looking around hastily and attentively, she hid behind one of the large gravestones and caught a glimpse of the main square with the disused fountain. But what she saw let her know that her suspicions were right after all.

°She saw Jonathan Reid fighting these creatures, the sick people of the city. The creatures seemed human but the animalistic noises and screams said otherwise. Jonathan, on the other hand, with blood like an angel, had his pretty wings wrapped around him. He fought against these monsters and yet. But it gave her both satisfaction and shcrekceness to know that the doctor was one of them. A monster. A vampire.

°But what startled her was when he finished killing the last monster with his claw that seemed to be made of blood. But not in time enough. Just as he was about to turn away, the first rays of sunlight hit him. But the cry of pain that came from him made her cringe.

°She felt her heart beat faster out of fear for him as she saw him trying to escape the sun and hiding behind the well. ,,Jonathan!" she called his name and cautiously came out of hiding. She saw his expression change from pained to worried as he tried to hide his burns. ,,What are you doing here?" he asked, leaning against the cold stone and trying not to catch any of the rising sun.

°It seemed like a dream, he had taken her, like Dracula from Bram Stoker's novel she was taken. Had fallen for him since he took her from her own realm of the dead. Grasping her neck, she took off her scarf and wrapped it around Jonathan's free neck, where the burns were showing.

°,,Every-Everything will be all right," she said, stammering, overwhelmed by the smell of the older man's burnt flesh. She flinched as she suddenly felt his hand on hers. He grabbed her and pressed her lightly against him, the smell of blood, burnt flesh and leather transforming her before she heard a ,,Hold on" from him before the world disappeared into darkness for a blink of an eye.

°As she opened her eyes she found herself in a cool crypt standing nearby. She was released from Jonathan as he leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. But his death-clawed hand did not leave hers, he continued to hold it tightly whether consciously or unconsciously she did not know.

°As she sat down with him, leaning against the cold wall that was the dead man's resting place, she could feel him leaning lightly against her. She felt him indirectly trying to warm her with his coat. ,,I understand...if you want me to leave you alone," the doctor started and seemed to want to get up when she held him and pulled him down slightly.

°Shaking her head, she gave him an uncertain but sincere smile. ,,Do-Do your wounds still hurt?" she asked instead, taking her scarf from his neck and watching his injury begin to heal. A miracle. ,,No, they will be healed in an hour," he said, but he also gave her a cautious smile. Before he squeezed her hand gratefully.

°Leaning carefully against him due to the lack of warmth in the crypt she murmured, ,,The first meeting in the house of life and death and now the meeting in which we are both dead, you more than me and yet together," the words running through her mind and smiled slightly. Heard him agreeing approvingly and gently running his hand over hers.

°The first meeting was the meeting that would lead both of them from their own personal deaths back to life and love.

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@thefictionalgemini , @beardedladyqueen , @storiesundercandlelight , @unholy-gigi , @sashadeusxxx , @writerwithlowselfesteem-blog

[astr0meda]

JoNat the world ! 💚🎡🌃🖤✨

[duhragonball]

Phantom Blood Liveblog JJBA ch.12-17

Last time... hoo-boy. Uh... where to start?

So Dio's murder-for-inheritance scheme backfired spectacularly, to the point where his only remaining option to stay out of jail was to use the Stone Mask to turn himself into a vampire. But the mask needs blood to work, so Dio tried to stab Jonathan to get some, only he wound up stabbing George instead. Oh, and he stabbed George in the back, which is... appropriate.

As Jonathan tends to his father, everyone else in the room thinks Dio is dead, since the police shot him like a dozen times. The inspector blames himself for all of this, because he knew the Brandos were no good all along. Years ago, the Joestars were in a carriage wreck, and Dario tried to rob the corpses, except George was still alive, so he assumed Dario had come to rescue them. Some time later, the Inspector arrested Dario and found Mrs. Joestar's wedding ring on his person, and was able to trace it back to its original owner. But when he brought George down to the station to confirm the crime, George claimed that he gave the ring to Dario, and even returned it to him. The inspector was furious at George's naivete, and he regrets not doing more about it at the time.

So in spite of everything, George knew that Dario had stolen from him, and not only forgave him, but adopted Dio anyway. And Dio repaid George's kindness with blood.

As he dies, George tries to account for his harshness towards Jonathan, and says it must have seemed so unfair, but he argues that Dio had a lousy upbringing, so that must have seemed unfair to Dio, and he was just trying to do right by both boys. Then he finally dies and Jonathan... turns Super Saiyan? Wrong comic.

But Dio's not dead, and the Inspector has no time to regret the past, because Dio scoops his cranium clean off of his neck. Siiiiick!

Can I get a WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Dio makes quick work of the other cops. "Even Speedwagon is afraid!" has become a classic meme, but when you see what he's screaming about, who can blame him? What has been tragically overlooked on this page, however, is the silly red bow on Jonathan's outfit.

Man, Part 1 is so boring, guys. You should just skip this part and go straight to Part 4, where a kid plays rock-paper-scissors with some douchey comic artist.

But Dio's just getting warmed up, and he reanimates one of the dead cops he just finished murdering. The layout here suggests that Dio has some ray he shoots at the corpse that turns it into a zombie, so I guess that's how this works, then. Fortunately Jonathan clobbers it with a big iron spear and saves Speedwagon.

Oh, I should mention that Speedwagon was injured when Dio flung one of the police corpses at some of the other cops. A severed arm hit Speedwagon so hard that it broke his own arm, which is why he can't do a whole lot in this battle.

Jonathan can't do much either. He's resolved to destroy Dio since he's no longer human, and he reasons that destroying Dio's brain will work, since the Stone Mask turned him into this creature by altering his brain in some way. But his strategy of "stab him with a big spear" doesn't work. Dio's too strong and his body heals too quickly for any human to defeat him with conventional attacks.

Really, the only reason Dio hasn't finished Jonathan off already is because he's enjoying the rush of this new power he has, and he wants to toy with Jonathan a while longer to get more fun out of it. This exhiliration gives Jonathan time to hide with Speedwagon while Dio is distracted...

But Dio soon finds them behind a curtain. He reminds Jonathan that plans are useless in the face of human limits, but this isn't a plan.

This is CZW.

Trapping Dio under a flaming curtain only slows him down for a little bit, so Jonathan heads upstairs and tells Speedwagon to get out of here. Dio knows Jonathan is only goading him upstairs to save his pal, but he figures he can kill Speedwagon whenever he wants, so he humors Jonathan by walking up the wall to follow him.

Oh man what a boring story this is! I should have skipped to Part 5, where a guy pees in a teapot.

Outside, Speedwagon realizes that JoJo's plan is a suicide play. Flames hurt Dio, but he heals too quickly, so the only hope is to make the fire hotter by letting it burn up the whole mansion. If Jonathan can trap him inside, he'll surely burn to a crisp. But that doesn't leave much hope for Jonathan's survival, does it?

This leg of the story is pretty much Jonathan trying to tackle Dio off the second floor and down into the first, but Dio keeps giving him the slip, forcing Jonathan to come up with creative ways to hold on to him. At one point he jumps off that iron spear he tried to use earlier and when he can't reach Dio he whips out his belt and snags him like Indiana Jones. At last Dio's like "Fine, we'll fall into the flames together, you big baby."

But Jonathan makes a last-second play on the way down, as he kicks off the wall and steers Dio's body towards the point of a statue in the atrium. Dio gets impaled on it, and Jonathan tumbles away...

... and he manages to escape the house before it's too late. Now Dio's stuck inside, surrounded by flames, and it sure looks like he's doomed.

Three days later, Speedwagon desperately tries to visit Jonathan in the hospital, because he feels so bad for the kid. In one night, he lost his father, his adoptive brother, his family estate, and I guess his fortune too? And Speedwagon figures he's the only one left who can offer any comfort. Unfortunately, the nurse tending to Jonathan is a real hardass, and won't let Speedwagon see him. So Speedwagon resolves to sneak into the hospital at night, where he discovers...

... the same nurse is still taking care of Jonathan. Turns out she's not the cold jerk Speedwagon took her for, and when Jonathan wakes up, he soon recognizes her as Erina Pendelton.

Satisfied that Jonathan is in good hands, Speedwagon withdraws, cooly.

Meanwhile, Wang Chung returns to the remains of the mansion. Remember, he was there in Chapter 11, when Jonathan confronted Dio about his crimes. Wang Chung seemingly vanished after that, and he probably fled shortly after Dio started slaughtering all those cops. Now he's back, and hopes to find the Stone Mask, thinking its strange powers will fetch him a high price someday. And he finds the mask, but also...

...he finds Dio, who sucks Wang Chung's blood and swears revenge on Jonathan. Uh-oh.

[will80sbyers]

you know what the Duffers should actually introduce a new character that is a beautiful girl that is also a complete asshole to everyone she interacts with and is constantly sarcastic and annoyed and is an introvert that likes weird music and dresses alternative, she lives near Max's new house and is poor too and has to work to help her father support the family because her mother died and she has a little sister that she loves a lot (the little sister is a lesbian) and at the end of the season she meets Steve and they fall in love and then after the time jump adult Steve is playing basketball with the 3 children they had together and she is called (Jonat) Hannah

[strangerficsxx]

Chapter Five: The Flea and The Acrobat

story: Midnight Rain wc:2.4k jennifer, jonathan and nancy confront the force that took will.

[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner.]

{ November 10, 1983 }

That morning sucked because Jennifer wasn’t sure if she should tell Nancy that she had a dream where she and Steve had sex or not. Jennifer decided to keep it a secret from her, but had to tell someone. Dressed, Jennifer grabs her bag from the chair in her room and throws her sneakers on before rushing out of the house. She arrives at the school and searches for Phoebe. Finally finding her, Jennifer drags her into the girls bathroom and in an empty stall. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

"What?"

"I had a dream about Steve."

“Harrington?" She asks.

"Yes, who else would I be talking about."

"I don't know." Phoebe utters. "What kind of dream? I need details. The nitty gritty details.”

“Well, for starters, Steve took me in his BMW to Lover’s Lake. There, He kissed me. Our first kiss. Then we got into his backseat and had… sex.” 

“What?”

“Yeah. Should I tell Nancy?”

“No, bad idea. I would tell her sometime later when she’s not in the mood currently. Maybe wait till you both are out of high school and married, and have separate lives.”

“Phoebe." Jennifer says sternly before continuing. "Things could change then. I’ll just keep it to myself and tell her when I’m ready."

"Okay, good luck with that."

Jennifer nods, rising before exiting the bathroom and heading home soon after first period began, so she's ready for Will's funeral. Besides the boy's funeral, the kiss between her and Steve lingers in Jennifer's mind. She was on the fence about telling Nancy, even though Phoebe stated it was a bad idea to tell her about it. Jennifer listened to her best friend, and went with that instinct. 

——

The funeral arrives quickly as Jennifer rides to the cemetery with her parents and brother before stepping out onto the grass. She walks over to the closed casket, flowers sit on top as she sees the three boys meet. Jennifer greets them along with Nancy and her parents. Stepping aside, she steps up to greet Jonathan and his mother. 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Jennifer says.

“Thank you.” Joyce thanks, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Come here.” She says, saddened.

Jennifer offers a hug as she brings a frail Joyce into her arms. She hears the woman sniffle as it breaks her heart not being able to imagine herself as a mother and losing her own child. After a few seconds she pulls away from the hug before hugging Jonathan next. Jennifer knew Joyce lost her son and Jonathan lost his younger brother. It broke her. Once everyone was seated, Jennifer blocked out most of the beginning of the funeral due to other things such as other things clouded her mind until Dustin nudges his older sister with his elbow as she jumps back into reality and listened to the male carefully. 

“‘ ...Will strengthen you. Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.’ It’s times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if he truly benevolent… could God take from someone so young, so innocent? It would be easy to turn away from God… but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from his love.” The pastor reads.

Jennifer stood there as everyone looks at one another until Dustin nudges Mike and Lucas as they, including Jennifer to look at a young girl sniffling as tears rolled down her cheeks. 

“Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral."

Karen shushes Dustin and the other's as Jennifer lowered her head, knowing that something isn't right. Once the funeral was over, she watched as they sent their condolences to the grieving family. White roses are dropped on the boy’s casket as she walks away. Jennifer didn’t know what to do now since she's never attended a funeral, so she walks somewhere. Jennifer glances to the side and sees Jonathan and Nancy sitting side by side in front of a gate that surrounds the headstone of the deceased. She approaches them and stood above them shadowing the two teenagers from the sunshine peeking through the gloomy clouds. 

“Hey, you okay?” He asks.

“Kinda.” Jennifer responds.

They turn back to the paper of a layout of the small town of Hawkin, Indiana. Jennifer sits down next to Jonathan as she looks over the paper too. 

"This is where we know for sure it's been, right?" 

"So, that's..." 

"Steve's house," Jennifer says.

"That's the woods where they found Will's bike, and that's my house."

"It's all so close." 

"Yeah, exactly. It's all within a mile or something. Whatever this thing is, it's-- it's not traveling far."

"You want to go out there," 

"We might not find anything," 

"I found something," 

Jonathan and Jennifer nod at Nancy.

"And if we do see it, then what?"

"We kill it." Jennifer sternly says.

——

Following Nancy and Jonathan, they lead Jennifer to Lonnie’s car. Nancy looks around nervously. Jennifer stood there too, calmly keeping an eye on the surrounding participants at the funeral. Deep down, she felt wrong by stealing something from someone.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asks. 

"Just give me a second." 

Jonathan, who has a pocket knife, breaks open the glove compartment. He then proceeds to pull out a handgun as he looks at the bullets on the inside , grabbing three boxes of what Jennifer's guessing are bullets -- the male shoves it in his pocket as well as the caliber gun. 

"Are you serious?" Nancy asks again, afraid of getting in trouble.  

Jonathan closese the passenger door behind him and approaches Jennifer and Nancy. Jennifer's hands are in her pockets as Nancy has folded her arms to her chest. 

"This is a bad idea," Jennifer says, worried. "What if he sees that his caliber is gone?"

"He won't notice." Jonathan continues. "It's the best we've got. What? You can tell someone, but they won't believe either one of you. You know that."

"Your mom would." Nancy suggests. 

"She's been through enough." 

"She deserves to know, Jonathan." 

"Yeah, and I'll tell her when that thing is dead."

——

Later that day, Jennifer decides to take a walk to clear her mind and to figure out her feelings once more since she failed the last time. She starts and somehow manage to end up on Maple Street where she begins walking by Nancy's house, seeing her and Steve together talking. Jennifer stops in her tracks and watch them as they are clueless of her standing on the sidewalk. A feeling erupts in Jennifer's heart, something burning. She watches as he jokingly sings to her as the faint sound of singing makes the female grin. Steve walks away and continues singing a tune as Jennifer acts like she saw nothing before walking across to the house and watch the brunette swing the bat. She swings at Jennifer's head as she ducks just in time. Nancy notices and puts the bat and her guard down. 

"Jesus, I could have taken your head off." 

"Sorry about that. Maybe I should’ve announced my presence. What are you doing anyway?"

"Practicing for when you, me and Jonathan take down that thing." 

"Okay. I... was going to tell you something, but I don't think you want to hear my bullshit."

"Not at the moment. I'm gonna head to an empty field to practice shooting with Jonathan. You could join, since you believe me in what I saw."

"We. What we saw that day." Jennifer corrects.

"Yeah. Right."

Nancy holds the bat as they walk away from the two story house, making way towards the field as Nancy leads the way as Jennifer follows behind. When they arrive, she sees Jonathan shooting cans -- well, at least he thinks he is. 

"You're supposed to hit the cans, right?" Jennifer asks.

Jonathan looks toward her. He smiles when he sees Jennifer and Nancy.

"No, actually, you see the spaces in between the cans? I'm aiming for those." He jokes. 

"Ah," 

Nancy sets down a duffle bag and the bat as Jennifer stands there, glancing down at the partially unzipped bag, and seeing weaponry sitting inside. She then proceeds to listen in on the conversation. Jonathan cocks the gun and hands it to Nancy. She takes her place and aims for the cans. She pulls the trigger as it hits the can dead on before craning her neck up at Jonathan and smiles. 

"Alright, Jen. Let's see what you've got." 

Jennifer walks over and grabs the gun from Nancy, taking her place like Nancy did. She cocks the gun before aiming at the can. Jennifer closes one eye and focuses, exhaling slowly. 

"Growing up, my mom taught me how to use a gun out of protection as well as putting one together. It's all about memory. And let me say, that shit sticks with you. We had a gun out of protection since me and my biological mother lived in her 1971 Range Rover. After a few years, I was taken by CPS, and held in a dark and dingy room before being placed in a foster care system. To this day, I still have no idea where my mom ended up, or if she's even dead. All I know is that I have a purpose, and I'm gonna continue on."

Jennifer pulls the trigger and shoots the three other cans before lowering the weapon, feeling proud of herself. She sets the gun in Jonathan's hand.

"Wow. Ok." Jonathan says, amazed.

She looks at the two other teenagers. "Thank you."

"Jennifer, I didn't know that."

"Yeah, well, there's a lot of things most people don't know about. Including my past."

——

Jennifer, Nancy, and Jonathan walk through the wooded area, conversating as Nancy then asks her a question that makes her panic.

"Earlier, you mentioned that you wanted to tell me something, but you didn't want me to hear your bullshit. What do you mean by that, if you don't mind me asking?”

"That," Jennifer fumbles over her words. "What I was saying is that I had a bad dream about that creature, nothing else."

"Okay..."

"I am just saying if I did have any other type of dream I would tell you, especially if it was about Steve -- which it wasn't. Thank God."

Nancy raised a brow at Jennifer. She knew something was up but couldn’t focus on that at the moment as she is getting ready to hunt down the creature in the photo. As they all continue to walk, things get heated as Nancy and Jonathan begin to argue. Soon the argument ends as Jonathan stalks off as Nancy follows after him, and Jennifer follows after Nancy.

Once home, Jennifer decides to change since she were in a dress earlier and it's getting cold out. She steps in and close the door behind her. Jennifer makes her way towards her room and change into a long sleeve shirt with t-shirt on top and some comfortable jeans and a hoodie and sneakers. Jennifer smoothes her hair as she check yourself in the mirror one more time before exiting her bedroom and into the kitchen to fetch a snack for the road.

Jennifer exits the house, closing the door behind her as the wind blows through, catching in her jacket as a shiver runs down her spine, but she continues on and rushes toward Jonathan's car. Jennifer hops in the backseat as they all head to the same place they were at prior -- the woods where Will's bike was found. Night time approaches quickly as the three teenagers walk through the woods with flashlights and weaponry. Jennifer was also quiet, and she could see her breath every time she exhaled. Nancy stops abruptly when something catches her attention.

Jennifer and Jonathan stop too. 

"What, are you tired?” She asks. 

"Shut up." Nancy demands.

"What?" Jonathan questions. 

"I heard something," 

Soon Jennifer and Jonathan hear the indistinct whimpering too as the three of them follow it. The whining continues as Jennifer shines her flashlight on the uneven ground. They come up on a dying dear as it whimpers from the pain. Nancy kneels as Jonathan sighs. 

"It's been hit by a car." She says. "We can't just leave it."

Jonathan stares before looking down at the gun motioning Jennifer and Nancy to look down as well. The older Wheeler sibling holds the gun in her hand, not wanting to go through with killing the deer. It whimpers as Nancy begins sniffling. 

"Let me," Jennifer chimes in as Nancy hands the gun over.

Jennifer cocks the gun and takes aim, ready to shoot as she hesitates. Resting her finger on the trigger, she begins to pull it right when the deer gets pulled away causing her, Nancy and Jonathan to gasp and step away. Fear washes over Jennifer's body as she almost drops the loaded weapon. 

"What was that?" Jonathan asks, looking at Nancy.

Staring at the blood trail left by the deer, Nancy begins to follow it. Jennifer holds the gun before raising it, in case something comes after them. Jennifer as well as Nancy and Jonathan look around trying to find the deer when Nancy follows little puddles of blood. 

"Where'd it go?" 

"Don't know," 

"Do you see any more blood?" 

"No," 

Jennifer stands closer to the two other teens, and continue to search for more evidence. Nancy steps further away from her and Jonathan who are searching for something, anything that seems out of the ordinary. Jennifer stops to look over at Nancy, seeing her stepping forward to a tree, shining her light on the open trunk. A strange substance drips from the top of the inside as Nancy gets closer to look at what it is. Jonathan continues trudging through the woods as Jennifer stays rigid. They look at the slimy substance. She turns away for a split second before turning back as the other brunette is nowhere in sight.

"Uh, Jonathan?" 

"What?" 

Realizing that she's gone, the two teenagers hear a twig snap as Jonathan calls out for Nancy and rushes up to Jennifer who finds her backpack and bat lying in front of the tree, but Nancy is nowhere in sight

"Nancy?" Jennifer calls. 

"Nancy!"

"Where'd she go?" 

"She crawled through a tree."

"She crawled through a tree?!" He asks, confused. His brows knit together. "No, she has to be here somewhere, we just need to find her, OK?"

“Okay,”

And that is what they both did. They continue to look for Nancy Wheeler.

[riddle-me-ri]

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x Reader - Haunted Past, Haunting the Present

What happens when on an ordinary Halloween night with your beloved rogue…an old possessive and aggressive flame comes back to haunt you and your new partner?

A/N: so believe it or not this idea is based on an old original Halloween story I’ve been working on and off with for the past three years rip, and I decided to try and do this one shot with just Scarecrow cause it’s his holiday lol and I wanted to practice writing for him more. This is still just my general version for now, a strange concoction of BTAS and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! cause I adore those two. And I do have a drawing with him planned out, but not sure if I’ll have the energy to finish it in time for Halloween rip

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Have fun but PLEASE stay safe while doing so!!

Trigger Warnings: mentions of an abusive past relationship, stalking, violence, and some language. Please if any of this may seem slightly triggering to you, please avoid! I do plan to write an alternative less triggering version of this story soon! Just hang tight!

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Needless to say Halloween was you and Jonathan's holiday. Most couples went all out on Valentine's Day or Christmas, but not you two. 

Your house was filled with hay bales, fake cobwebs, various jack-o-lanterns all over, and skeletons on the front porch swing. 

The whole nine yards. 

You still giggled at the little almost life sized scarecrow figure you found that stood at the bottom of your doorsteps. It took a minute for Jonathan to roll his eyes back into his eye sockets, but you could tell he grew fond of it, eventually. 

Every night you two cuddled up and watched horror movies. You never got enough of Jonathan's smartass commentary, or how he'd go out of his way to be the one to scare you next. 

The following days, the two of you tried to restrain yourselves from adding more décor both inside and outside your home. As hard as it was at first, Jonathan found it easier to not pull any Scarecrow like antics when he found himself genuinely enjoying the festivities with you.  

As thrilling as it was to watch and test others' fears and tolerances against it…it didn't compare to the warm swelling in his chest when he heard you laugh or squeal whenever he spooked you around the house. 

While he's Fear Incarnate, you love and trust him enough to cling to him when you are at your most frightened. 

Much like tonight. 

It was finally Halloween night. 

You were dressed up and handing candy out to the kids. Meanwhile, Jonathan was mirroring his scarecrow twin on the other side of the steps. Every now and then he'd jump out and scare a group of kids, or he would tap a child on the shoulder and return back to his post like nothing happened. 

It was hard to keep a straight face whenever he heard you giggle or when you cheered him on. 

"Good job, Jonny!"

"Damn, Jonny, you scared me and I knew you were there!"

"I think you're having too much fun there, Mr. Crane." 

Jonathan bloomed with pride. This night couldn't get any better. 

It didn't. 

As the number of children started to dwindle, Jonathan decided it was time to pack up the suit for tonight. He hopped off his post but not before regarding his other partner in crime. 

"Good work tonight, my friend." He patted the hay stuffed shoulder of the fake scarecrow before heading inside. 

When he first walked in he headed toward the left where the kitchen was. He removed his hat and mask and took a refreshing breath of air. 

"Gotcha!" You jumped out and wrapped your arms around Jonathan's waist. He may deny it all he wants but you felt that sharp intake of breath he took. 

Jonathan did jump a little bit from the shock, but he immediately relaxed into your embrace, chuckling. "Seems you finally got me." 

You squeezed him with your arms. "I've always got you, but I will scare you properly one of these days! Mark my words, Jonathan Crane!" You kissed his cheek before releasing him from your arms. 

"Where are you going?" Jonathan watched as you headed outside. 

"I forgot to grab the mail." You were already out of your costume and in a Gotham University hoodie of Jonathan's and some sweatpants. 

"Darling, it's really late. I'm sure that can wait…"

"Jonny, I'll be fine." You assured. "Besides, I need you to hop in the shower…" You hummed. 

"Um, why?" He quirked his eyebrow. 

"So I can come in and join you." You winked at him, before turning the doorknob to head outside. 

Jonathan nearly tripped going up the flight of stairs as fast as possible to the bathroom.

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You were snickering to yourself as you were pretty sure Jon missed a step or two running up the stairs. 

The night was still, the fog had gotten denser. If not for the decorations and littered candy wrappers all over. You wouldn't think it was Halloween. 

You shivered, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. It was quiet, the whistle of a soft breeze being all you heard. 

You made it to your mailbox at the other side of the sidewalk and found yourself quickly shuffling the envelopes into your arm. The squeak of the old rusted metal door to your mailbox seemed to echo down to the end of the street. 

When your feet pressed down on the wood of your footsteps you felt much safer. 

Until you felt a rough hand land on your shoulder. You knew it wasn't Jonny's, this hand was cold and calloused. 

You jumped out of your skin, falling on the steps. and dropped all the envelopes to the ground. 

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy it's just me, baby.."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" 

You couldn't tell if you were frightened or enraged. How? What? When? Why? 

What the hell is your ex partner doing here? 

"Hey, is that anyway to treat your significant other? You really thought you got away, huh?" They asked. They held their hand out for you to take. 

"Get the fuck away from me! We're not together anymore!" 

"Aww, that's cute, that's real cute, baby. But it's okay, there's no hard feelings." They reached out and grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards them. 

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!" You immediately went into fight mode as you scratched and yanked your hand away from theirs and scrambled to the door. 

You could hear their feet stomping up the steps behind you. You slammed the door shut, quickly trying to lock up the door with all the locks. 

It didn't take long for your ex to start beating down the door. Calling you out, cursing you out, threatening you. 

"JONATHAN!" You began running up the stairs and headed to the bathroom. 

"Y/N? Darling, what's wrong?" Jonathan was already running down the stairs and met you halfway. He was wearing a plain shirt and boxers, he had yet to get into the shower, waiting for you.

"I-It..I-I don't even know HOW b-but…"

All his years of studying and being enthralled by the fear in people's eyes. 

He loathed this. 

He didn't ever want to see that level of fear in your eyes. He didn't want to see you quivering, whimpering, crying. 

"Y/N…Y/N, darling breathe please…please breathe. You're okay. I'm here, you're safe, sweetheart." He began walking you the rest of the way up the stairs and to your bedroom. 

"I-it's my ex…I-I don't even know how they found me…Jonathan I'm so sorry.."

"Is. Is this the ex you told me about? Who hurt you?" He asked sternly, as he set you down on the edge of the bed. 

All you could muster was a nod. "I-Im so sorry, Jon I have no idea how-"

"This isn't your fault, darl-" 

CRACK

You screamed and Jonathan's blood ran cold. A medium sized rock had been thrown through your bedroom window. 

"J-jonathan…I-I'm scared."

Jon's eyes widened. Any other time someone told him that he'd be grinning with pride, elated to achieve this terror. 

Now that it wasn't him causing it, but it was happening from an outside factor towards someone he cared more than anyone or anything in the world. 

Jonathan saw red. 

"I know, my love." He held you in his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He kissed your cheek and your forehead. "Stay here, lock the door behind me. And no matter what you hear, stay here. Understand?" 

"B-but Jonathan…"

"I would say call the police but I don't trust the GCPD as far as I can throw them." 

"Jonathan, w-what are you going to do?" 

Jonathan looked over his shoulder at you as he opened the door to leave your shared bedroom. You were still shaking in the fetal position on the bed. 

"I'm going to show them true terror." 

~~~~~

"Y/N!!! Don't make me throw another damn rock! You can't hide from me forever!" You ex hollered to the new hole in your bedroom window.

"Come on, you stupid bitch! How long did you think you could stay away from me?! You can't fucking live without me!" 

"I beg to differ…"

"Hey whoa!" They jumped back and looked behind them. They started chuckling. 

"Really? You're gonna try and scare me, Y/N? Please, I thought you were more mature than that." 

They opened their mouth to say some more degrading things, but the words were caught in his throat. Almost quite literally by the scythe to their throat. 

"Trust me…you know nothing about true fear…" The Scarecrow growled into your ex partner's ear. 

"Hey, hey, who the hell are you? Cut this shit out, man! This ain't got nothin' to do with you!" 

Scarecrow brought the blade closer to their skin. "Oh, but it does…and as to my identity…" 

Scarecrow swiped his other hand up to the other side of the ex partner's neck and injected them with his signature fear elixir straight into their jugular. 

"I'm your worst nightmare…" 

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You were pacing back and forth upstairs. Constantly looking through the hole in your window, but due to the fog you barely made out the two figures outside your home. You couldn't tell who made it out, but you were hoping Jon was okay. 

You had no doubt Jon took on his Scarecrow persona to encounter your ex, and you couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought. Knowing that your ex was finally feeling the fear they instilled in you for so long all that time ago. 

Some time had passed, almost an hour or two, the fog had cleared some but you didn't see either your ex or Jon outside. Just when you were about to head outside…

You heard the door to the bedroom open. 

To anyone else if they saw a tall lanky scarecrow with a burlap mask in their room they would be screeching in fright. 

For you, though, you immediately ran into his arms, letting out tears of relief. 

"You're okay, I'm so glad you're okay…" You sniffled, as you rubbed your face into his chest. 

"Of course I am, my love. Why wouldn't I be? Surely you didn't doubt me?" Jon teased as he slipped the mask off and tossed it to the floor. 

"No, no I just…I tried to look, but I couldn't see what was going on…" You explained. "A-and you were both gone." 

Jon shushed you softly, he began rubbing your back like he did before. Squeezing and holding you tight. "I'm here now, it's okay, they're gone…" 

For a second you think to ask him where he took them, but you didn't want to know. If Jon said they're gone, then they're gone.

Good riddance. 

"Thank you, Jonny…" You whispered. 

"Anything for you, my love." He kissed the crown of your head.

You squeezed your arms back around him, not wanting to let him go. Sensing this, Jon lifted you up off your feet. You let out a fit of squeals and giggles as you cling to him for dear life. 

He lightly tossed you onto the bed, as you giggled and got comfortable under the quilt and sheets. Jonathan began slipping out of the rest of his costume. Going back to his plain shirt and boxer shorts. 

When he looked back to you, he couldn't help but chuckle as you reached out for him with adorable grabby hands. 

He pulled the covers back and as soon as his body made contact with the mattress you immediately entangled your limbs with his. 

You wrapped your arm around his abdomen and your legs wrapped around one of his long ones. "Took you long enough." You muttered, as you laid your head on his chest. 

Jonathan chuckled some more as he began placing his arms where they belonged around you. You resonated in his touch; warm and loving.

You propped your head up for a minute and stared into his soft brown eyes. You leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips

"I love you, my scarecrow…" You whispered almost breathlessly, you laid your head back down and started to doze off. 

Jon kissed the top of your head. "And I love you, my sweet raven."