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blueberrypancakesworld · 8 months

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Jonathan Reid - The first encounter

Jonathan Reid x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, some fighting

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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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asgardwinter · 2 years

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The Divorce (3)

summary | Vecna’s curse was a hell of a problem, and the worst part was: you had no idea about its cause, you just knew it was killing people in your world. How can you keep your kids safe when you have no true idea about what is happening? You weren’t so sure neither you or Steve would be capable of it this time.

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angsty, making out in a car, mentions of panic attacks, reader is on the verge of a panic attack, nightmares, mentions of torture (yk the russian base and all), the idiots are realizing it!, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 3) — let me know if i forgot something please!

word count | 4,1k

author’s note | here we go! idk how i feel about this chapter, but in the next one shit is going down :) leave a comment if you like — it helps to keep up the motivation! i know ‘time after time’ is already used in the series but i love the song and i needed to use it

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Vecna’s Curse was what Dustin named it.

You could barely sleep that night after finding Eddie and learning that the chance of an Upside Down related event was even bigger than before. What type of monster would this Vecna be? As big as the mindflayer? Would it come to your dimension or act at a distance?

There were too many questions and, only to add to them, the fear of not being lucky enough this time crept under you.

You had to take care of the kids, had to keep them safe while letting them help because, being completely honest, they did a great part of the job. But every time these things would attack again you caught yourself thinking about the day you wouldn't be fast enough to swing a bat, or witty enough to find a metal pipe and hit something in the head just in time.

You weren’t that much older than them, anyways.

So when Steve got to your house to pick you up and see Eddie you had the most tired face in you and probably some indications that you cried — but just a little. Now you were head first into this edition of the Upside Down drama and you needed to keep your head in the game with no panic attack or other distractions.

“Good morning.” You said, clearing your throat so your voice would sound less nervous.

“Hey there.” Steve said, giving you a small smile. “Everything’s fine?”

When you only nodded he picked it as his cue to keep quiet and not ask anything about it. It was going to be a quiet ride to pick up Robin, so he decided to turn on the radio. The first chords of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper and you turned your head to Steve raising an eyebrow.

…

It was the beginning of 1985 and you were in Steve’s car listening to some music.

For the first time in forever Steve’s parents were in Hawkins and at his house, making it not the first choice of a place for hanging out with your boyfriend whatever you and Steve were.

The car wasn’t one of the warmest places to stay in the winter but at least you were alone and didn't have to worry about any interruptions. You were listening to some music and talking, nothing much. After the events that first brought you to talk you and Steve had been doing that a lot.

Fears, traumas, the things you both went through and couldn’t tell a single soul in Hawkins were out in the open when it was the two of you.

That was, until he went and kissed you, interrupting some ramble about waiting for a demogorgon to appear out of nowhere.

You both didn’t waste any time and you sat on his lap kissing him harder, his hands roaming through your body were everything you needed for some time, everything you wanted. Talking so freely with him made you catch some feelings for sure plus the whole kissing too much wasn’t helping them to disappear like you wanted.

His hands trailed up to your cheeks, breaking the kiss and looking deep into your eyes. The smile he gave you awakened a dozen butterflies inside you.

“I’m happy you beated that demogorgon with a pipe.” He said sweetly, making you laugh.

“I shouldn’t even be at Jonathan’s house.” You said, taking a bit of hari from his eyes. “But I’m happy I saved your ass back there.”

“Because you wouldn’t be kissing me right now, right?” He joked.

Your hand traveled to his lips and you traced the pretty shape of them. “That and because I really like you, Steve.”

That caught him off guard but only made him smile wider and pull you in a deep kiss, one that sort of told you the very same thing you did to him.

He liked you very much.

The lyrics were lost in the car as you peeled his shirt off, but the moment you felt so happy with the possibility of it all being reciprocated you memorized the very same lines that echoed in your ears.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting

Time after time

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Steve only smiled timidly and continued driving.

The silent ride turned into a very talkative one as Robin and Dustin joined the car ride. News about what the Hawkins PD thought about Chrissy’s murder and how Eddie Munson seemed to be the prime suspect.

When you got to the boat house to give Eddie some food, sharing the news with him wasn’t even near a good part.

“We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro and they’re definitely looking for you. Also they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” Dustin told him after he asked for them to say the bad news first.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max added, making Eddie’s expression fall even more.

“And the good news?” He said after a moment of silence.

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin took a step forward. “But if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do too. And once it gets out, everyone and they’re shallow-minded mother is going to be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie said, eyes lost far away to hold back the urge to go insane. You placed your hand on his arm, trying to give some comfort to your neighbor but it made no difference.

“So, before that happens we need to find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence.” Dustin presented his plan.

“That’s all, Dustin? That 's all?” Eddie hissed, the plan didn’t sound even near promising.

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.” Dustin said.

“Listen, Eddie.” Robin calledhis attention. “I know everything Dustin’s saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this kind of thing before.” She stopped just a second before adding. “I mean, they have a… a few times and… and I have once. MIne was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this.”

“Yes, we usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So we’re technically in more of the…” Robin tried to follow on.

“Kinda…”

“Brainstorming phase.” Max completed it.

“Yeah, there’s nothing to worry about.” You tried to help them, but that affirmation was way too forced and made Eddie’s eyes go a little bit wider.

Police sirens cut the brainstorming phase of the plan and everyone started to grow in panic. Robin and Steve covered Eddie in the boat with the tarp and you ran first to spy in the window, trying to not show your whole face in the glass — an effort that proved useless since Dustin ran after you and got in front of the whole window to look at it.

“Fucking hell, I have a terrible feeling about this.” You whispered as you saw an ambulance followed by the police cars. "Let 's go.” You suggested, already running to the door so you could get in Steve’s car.

You sort of notice what you were doing only during your fourth step, acting as if nothing had changed. A cold ran though your spine but you continued to walk without looking behind you, without looking at him.

The group stood there stunned for a second, you were way more silent this time and it was comprehensible after “the divorce”. That was the first glimpse into what the hell things were back then, it felt like one glimpse of a good thing in the middle of the chaos that was only starting to unravel.

Dustin was the first to run after you, was it curiosity or that feeling of comfort in seeing you looking back at Steve and waiting for him to go even with the spark of insecurity behind your eyes.

Steve woken from the small transe he was in, taking in your cautions demeanor that stood several feet away from him and the similarity. For the first time since you met again, Steve gave you a half smile before walking fast to the car.

You still had an ambulance to follow.

…

It was no surprise to find Nancy at the crime scene, what shocked you was the reason for that to happen. Instead of going after information she was searching for her friend — or coworker — when she figured out he was dead.

After being questioned by the police she walked towards the group, already knowing that something was off if they were all together and very near a crime scene. Then phase two began, all the theories and explanations started being shared and got into an open discussion.

Things that had been understood in silence were finally spoken out loud and suddenly everything was real.

Way too real in your opinion.

“All that we know is that this is something different. Something new.” Max said, when most things were out.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Nancy complained.

“It’s only a theory.” Dustin justified himself.

“No, Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense.” Nancy continued. “I mean, why them?”

“Maybe it was just the wrong place? They were both at the game.” Dustin suggested.

“And near the trailer park.” Max completed.

“We’re at the trailer park.” Steve said in an uneasy voice. “Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

“I don’t think this is something to do with the trailer park.”

“No.” Nancy disagreed. “There is something about this place. Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Acting weird as in…?” Robin trailed off, waiting for a better explanation.

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset too.” Dustin linked the information.

“Yeah, but not here.” She corrected him. “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

“Serial killers stalk their prey before strike, right? So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman…” Robin

“Vecna.” Dustin corrected.

“I don’t know about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.” Steve said.

“Maybe they did.” It was Max's turn again. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you… you wouldn’t go to the police. They’d never believe you. But you might go to your…”

“Your shrink.” Robin concluded.

She hadn't even said the last letter and everyone was already getting up and walking to the car again, Nancy weirdly going in a different direction.

“Whoa, whoa. Nance. Nance!” Steve shouted for her and everyone stopped on their tracks. “Nance, where are you going?” he walked to her.

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check up on first.” She said, still walking to the car.

“Something you wanna share with the group?” Dustin said.

“I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.” She tried to get everyone off her.

“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose?” Steve complained. “No, it’s too dangerous. You need… You need someone to…”

He stuttered with the look she gave him and you were almost laughing, that’s until you spotted keys being thrown your way and you caught them by a miracle.

“I’ll stick with Nace, right? Take the car, check out the shrink.”

You looked at Robin, baffled and a bit hurt, but she only rolled her eyes and whatever Steve was doing. “I’m going with him so he doesn’t do anything stupider than this.”

“Take care, you three.” Was all you could shout before just turning around taking back the mission from where you stopped.

And that’s how you were stuck in the car with Dustin and Max and driving Steve’s car without Steve there. The other three had gone into Nancy’s car towards whatever clue Nancy was following and left you with the kids.

To be fair, being with the kids was easy, you were used to it for the past years. Saving Dustin and Erica from evil Russians, protecting Max, Lucas and also Dustin against “demodogs”, that was something you knew you were good at because the kids being alive meant something.

But you felt ashamed for being hurt by Steve running away from your side at the first opportunity. You shouldn’t be feeling like that and you knew, the break up was already about eight months into the past and you should be over it.

There was no being over Steve Harrington, it seemed.

“Here?” You asked Max when you parked the car in front of a house you never saw before.

She nodded to you. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”

With Dustin with you in the front seat you were afraid about where the conversation might go, so you just kept quiet, resting your head against the steering wheel.

“She’s in.” Dustin informed you and you nodded your head, almost hitting your nose at the steering wheel because you didn’t want to lift it up — this Upside Down business was getting more tiresome every year.

The silence was perfect for you, but apparently not to Dustin since he felt the urge to interrogate you. “So, we're gonna talk about… it?”

“What?” You turned to look at him, seeing his pretty serious face and you had no idea about what he wanted to say.

“About the hurt face you made?” He said but you were still confused. “When Steve tossed you the car keys and went to uncover the mysteries of this town with Nancy Wheeler?”

“You’re seeing things, Dustin.”

“No, there were a lot of witnesses. I’m pretty sure Robin saw it too.” He kept going. “So that leaves us with only one conclusion: you still love Steve.”

“You’re insane, kid.”

“And I’m still more aware of this than you.”

“Shut up!” You were starting to feel bothered by it.

“You know I’m right.”

“It’s not like Steve and I broke up because we didn’t love each other.” You whispered.

“What was that?” His ears picked up your little comment that added new information to the thing he never understood.

You see, Dustin Henderson might have made a huge drama off your break up with Steve but he had no idea about what truly happened the week before you moved out of Hawkins. He also had no idea about the nightmares and how what happened at the Russian Base hit Steve harder than any of you would’ve thought.

“I’m sorry, Dusty.” You said, this time you looked out of the window for a distraction. “I’m sorry but this doesn’t have to do with you. You don’t need to worry about me and Steve, we about what we were. There’s no going back for us and… and even though I do though there might be a chance it was crushed today, all right? So let’s just not talk about this again? Could you please do this for me?”

Dustin kept quiet for a second, a very long second considering it was him — damn, you loved the kid but sometimes he just tested your patience way too much. “You know, Steve’s still in love with you, right?”

You were leaning on the steering wheel again and all you could do was laugh a bit at the situation.

“As I said, the problem isn’t love.” And it was so true. The problem might actually be… Hawkins, you weren’t a hundred percent sure. How can things grow when there’s always a monster waiting to get us after some months? “But you know, I wouldn’t be so sure about his feelings. I think Nancy is the one for him.” And how could you blame him?

“He just wants to protect a friend. A very stubborn friend.” You looked at him, holding back laughter. “I know you’re stubborn too, but you’re the most responsible babysitter when it comes to you both.”

You laughed a bit, trying to lighten up the mood. “Whatever, I…” You stopped talking when you saw Max running in the direction of the car, so you started the engine. “Here she comes.”

She opened and closed the door as fast as she could.

“What’d she say?” Dustin asked.

“Nothing, just drive.” She answered shortly.

“Nothing?” You turned to look at her, confused by the lack of information.

“Y/n, drive!”

“All right, let’s go.” You speed up to leave the house behind. “Where to?”

“To the school, we need to check the records there.” Max said.

“Well I never thought I’d be sneaking into Hawkins High after I graduated.” You whispered.

Dustin. Dustin, it’s Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin.

Well, it seemed Lucas Sinclair got into the picture.

…

Entering the school wasn’t too complicated, but being inside when it was all dark and no one was inside too was quite intimidating. Well, the school like that was intimidating but the reason why you were there might’ve had a huge say in that.

You and Dusting followed Max to Ms. Kelley’s room when his walkie came back to life again, but this time it was Robin talking.

Dustin, do you copy?

“Yeah, I copy.” He answered quickly without stopping the run inside the school.

So, Nancy's a genius. Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye.

“Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now.” He said and you pulled him to your side to make a turn in another corridor.

What are you doing?

“We’re breaking and entering into school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files.” Dustin summarized it pretty well.

Can you repeat that?

You grabbed the walkie from his hand to answer. “Just get your asses over here as fast as you can and we'll explain everything.”

What’s going on?

This time it was Steve’s voice.

“A lot, just come here.” You said again. “Bye.”

Giving Dustin the walkie back you entered inside the room right after Max and ran for the archives that you hoped held some of the answers you were all looking for.

“It's like a mini-Watergate or something.” Dustin said. “Hawkinsgate.”

You ignored looking at the files that Max was going through.

“Oh, no.” You whispered.

“You found it?” Dustin walked closer to see it.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.” Max explained it, walking to the table and opening the file to read.

You and Dustin got behind her and pointed the flashlights, going through the symptoms of whatever happened to Fred and Chrissy.

“Can I see Fred’s file?” She asked and you caught it for her.

The information was quite similar: nosebleeds, nightmares, PTSD, headaches… All of those were repeated on both files. “That’s not looking good. Max, can you pass me that other page?” You asked but she didn’t respond. “Max?”

She was freezed, you couldn’t call her and couldn't reach for her. You and Dustin started shaking her desperately and she was still in the same position and looking at the same place.

In some sort of… trance.

You were desperate, shaking and shouting, trying to do anything besides swelling into the panic that was already reaching for you. Some time while you and Dustin were trying to wake her up you felt an arm in your shoulder, only seconds before Max blinked back to reality.

“Hey, hey! You’re here, you’re here.” You said more like trying to ground yourself than her, but you squeezed her hands anyway. She was there.

The hand that was still on your shoulder was gone, but soon you felt arms surround you and bring you up to your feet, this time you were squeezed against someone’s chest and you were glad for it. The smell was too easy to recognize, Steve kept you there until your breath was normal again and it wasn’t long until you were back too.

Looking around you were glad everyone was worried about Max, too worried to notice your little slip of control. That was the last thing anyone needed in this situation.

“Thank you.” You whispered, back still pressed against him for comfort, your hands were free by your sides but you leaned your head back on his shoulder.

Just a quiet sign to show him it was okay.

…

After Starcout and everything it brought to Hawkins it wasn’t so hard to have trouble sleeping. Being held captive in a Russian Base also wasn’t in your top 3 best experiences in life.

When you jumped awake on that warm summer night you weren’t even surprised anymore, getting up to get a glass of water in the middle of the night had become a routine for you. At least you were happy the screaming had stopped, so Steve wasn’t awoken by your night terrors — even if he was sometimes by his own demons.

The water filling the glass up had a calming effect and, as you drank it, you felt more at ease but it wasn’t enough to bring back your sleep.

That’s when you felt strong arms surround you and you stilled in fear for a second, just before melting in Steve’s embrace. He wasn’t one to talk in the middle of the night, like if his voice was used it’d ruin his sleep — and you could understand why he’d value any night when the thoughts gave a break. But the good part was that Steve Harrington didn’t need to say a word to comfort you, the feeling of his heartbeat against your back and the way his hands ran up and down your arms took the fear away.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a loud and deep breath.

Following the previous night's schedule, Steve knew you were feeling better so he guided you back to his room in small lazy steps. All until you were tucked under the sheets with him and were almost drifting off again, even if you swore you wouldn’t close your eyes ever again.

He has that effect.

…

“It was here.”

Great, you had zoned out again. Steve wasn’t hugging you anymore but his hand held yours tightly, he was probably the one who guided you out of Ms. Kelley’s room.

“Right here.” Max pointed at the empty wall.

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy asked.

“It was so real. And then, when I got closer, suddenly I just… I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something. Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” Dustin explained, every word only left the atmosphere worse.

“That's not even the bad part.” Max turned to everyone and guided the group back to the room. “Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help. They both were having headaches. Bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then… then the nightmares. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. Then they started seeing things. Bad things. From their pasts. These visions, they just… they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually…” She stopped to take another deep breath. “Everything ended.”

“Vecna's curse.” Robin said.

“Chrissy's headache started a week ago. Fred's, six days ago. I've been having them for five days.” Max confessed it. “All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so…”, she breathed shakily, “…looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow.”

You shook your head, wanting to say something until the terrible moment was interrupted by a noise in the corridors outside of the room. Without even thinking, you squeezed Steve’s hand, looking back at him with wide eyes. He squeezed it back, in that reassuring way he’d always do for you, just before letting it go.

“Stay here.” He said to everyone, grabbing a lamp close to the door and then walking out of the room.

You looked at the table and caught a scissors you found, following him out not only seconds before. The kids, Nancy and Robin also followed, everyone with that fear mixed with curiosity to see what the hell was waiting outside. A loud noise of a door being open and then echoes of steps came from the corridor that crossed the one you were into and everyone was prepared for an attack.

“It's me!” A voice you knew shouted.

“Lucas?” You exclaimed.

“It's me.” He said one more time just to be sure.

“Jesus, what's wrong with you, Sinclair?” Steve shouted. “I could've taken you out with this lamp!”

“Sorry, guys. Sorry.” He said breathing too heavily. “I was… I was biking for eight miles. Give me a second. Shit.” Lucas took some more breaths before following. “We've got a code red.”

And anyone would think things couldn’t get worse, but you had Jason Carver to thank for that one.

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astr0meda · 3 months

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Commissioned JoNat from osaosa_kouzyou !! 🎡🌃✨

#not my art #commissioned artwork #starsymphonyshipping #JoNat #n (natural harmonia gropius)#jonah / sona / me #self ship #pokemon black and white #i love my hubby so much. N is so wonderful

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will80sbyers · 1 year

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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

#steve harrington #jonathan byers #stonathan #Hannah Harrington

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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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!

Word Count: 2.0 k

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."

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"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."

#ahaha I liked this at 4 am this morning #now posting it..ahhh...kinda unsure #rip #hope you guys like it though!#jonathan crane x reader #the scarecrow x reader #dc the scarecrow x reader #ri writes #happy halloween!!#have fun and be safe #love you guyss

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anotherofmanyflowers · 7 months

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His sidekick pt 2

Part 1:

TW⚠️⚠️: mentions of violence and blood,

Authors note: Ty everybody that read my first post, it was one of my first times ever writing a short fic. I might turn this into a series (even though this is part 2 so it technically is a series) if people do read it. I'm writing part 2 cuz I have a script I need to write for tomorrow, if your reading this the day I published it, then pls wish me luck. Part 2 under the gif and this fic was not proofread

Your body physically couldn't take anymore punches and you passed out, leaving Batman with no answers and a scowl.. But just as he was about to tie your limp body to one of the concrete pillars, a few footsteps in the distance caught his attention. On the dark floor of the abandoned building, there wasn't much to see, but the footsteps still echoed. He suddenly got punched in his back and a familiar mist sprayed all around him... Scarecrows fear toxin. Batman leaned heavily on the nearest wall, his breathing was heavy as his fears appeared before his eyes.. the whole world appeared to be spinning.. And while he was occupied with trying to navigate this newfound fear, the famous Scarecrow made his way over to you. His hands quickly untied the rope around your body as he picked you up. He visibly frowned at the blood he saw on your body, immediately recognizing it as your own. He swiftly escaped the crime scene, not sparing a glance back at the suffering Batman. Batman tried to chase after Scarecrow- but while he was under the influence of the fear toxin, all he could do was yell as he slid down the concrete wall.. Sirens of police cars sounded off in the far distance.. arriving at the crime scene a second too late.

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You woke up with a horrible headache as you rubbed your sore eyes.. You were laying on a plush bed, and not the cold floor of a jail cell, meaning that you didn't get arrested. You tried to sit up and open your eyes, but your body hurt even more after your attempt as you laid back down. After many failed tries, you finally opened your eyes and glanced around the room you woke up in. It was well furnished, it looked like any other bedroom, but it definitely wasn't your room. Panic started to rise in you as you quickly, despite all the pain you felt, stood up. Your legs carried you to the door of the room as your hand leaned on the wall for support. You noticed all your cuts have been bandaged..but the entity who did that kind act was nowhere in sight. You opened the door and stepped into the warmly lit hallway. Your breathing was irregular and your mind wandered to all the worst scenarios you could find yourself in right now.. Who even kidnapped you? Just as you considered going to run and not walking slowly, your eyes landed on a picture frame hanged on the beige wall of the hallway.. It was a picture of Jonathan. You didn't recognize the background of the picture, but you weren't even paying attention to the background. You were only staring at his figure in the picture. Your head flew to the side as you heard a noise erupt from the room just down the corridor. You walked down the hallway and opened the door in front of you. The room in front of you was a living room connected with a kitchen, and just like the bedroom, it had everything an ordinary living room had. You suddenly heard a voice from next to you. Jonathan walked towards you from the kitchen, book and a glass of water in each of his hands. "Ah, awake already? How are you feeling?" he questioned as he handed you the water and a couple of pills he instructed you to drink. You responded to his question with just a nod of your head.. your throat ached so much and you didn't even realize just how dry your throat was. You downed the water mixed with the pills he gave you as you sat down. Jonathan left the room and returned with some bandages to change your already bloody ones. He sat down beside you and quietly changed your bandages, apologizing quietly whenever you hissed in pain. After he was done with bandaging you again, he disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a tray of food which he gave to you. You're guessing he wanted to bombard you with questions later, as he left the living room. You did wonder where he was going, but you were too tired to ask. You turned on the TV as you ate your food. You skipped through the channels, but you stopped on one. Your eyes widened as you read and listened to the words spoken. Your identity as his sidekick has been revealed. You're no longer safe going outside. You're a wanted criminal and everyone knows who you are. You then remembered that the only reason this happened was because that night you let Btaman take your mask off.. The faces of your disappointed family and friends came to mind.. the frowns of the police officers as they drag you to your jail cell... a cell you will rot in forever.. You don't know when you started crying, but the damp stains on your shirt irritated your skin as you wiped your tears with your hands. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your body as you recognized who it was.. you melted into his hug as you hugged him back, your salty tears staining his shirt and broken sobs filling the room. But even in this time of despair, you found a way to smile through all the pain. After all, your biggest fear and dream came true.. You're in his arms, even if it's a friendly gesture meant to calm you down.. but at what cost?

Hope that if anyone read this, they enjoyed it! Ty for reading! :D

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