#✏️. jonathan writes

[fuckmycrane]

Testing — Dr. Jonathan Crane.

— CW: 18+, smut, noncon! (DNI if uncomfortable 😴), fisting, slight spit kink, Crane using medical language? Rubber gloves! | word count: 2k!

— a/n: I don't know how to tag! This came to me before bed the other day. SUPER GRATEFUL AND FOREVER IN LOVE WITH @pictureinme for beta-reading this! I love you so much pookie 💌.

A shiver runs down your spine as Dr. Crane's camera on the tripod flashes red— an ominous light that warns your humiliation is being recorded.

Your legs are stretched out wide on the cold metal table, chained to the bars on each side, strains reserved for patients in the consulting room who refuse to be sedated. Reserved to those who will involve to be a problem to Dr. Crane, your boss. Hands above your head, your fingers curl around the wire he used to tie your wrists together. Too tight, it felt like a punishment. The blood circulation was slow, causing them to feel numb.

He had to improvise, the sedative he administrated in your morning coffee was a mild dose, enough to keep you knocked out for at least 40 minutes— enough for him to drag you to his private laboratory, undress you, and tie you up. 

Reaching inside the pocket of his pristine lab coat, Crane brings the voice recorder to his mouth, clicking the thick button and twitching in excitement at the mute sound of the tapes rolling inside the device.

“October 14th, 2001,” He speaks, looking at you from behind his thin glasses. “Test subject is awake now, they appear to be responding normally. I will be monitoring them for the next few hours to ensure continued stability. Will report any significant changes in behavior immediately.” 

Clicking the button again, Crane returns the recorder inside his pocket, approaching you with cautious steps— similar to a predator looming over its helpless, little prey; even his eyes hold that harpy gaze. Cold and relentless, your body shivers in fear. The same fear he thrives on, the same fear that makes his blood circulate and sends an excited beat to his heart. 

Your mouth opens but before a sound comes out he raises her hand in a shutting motion, to which you surprisingly obey in response. “Don’t even try,” he warns you, reaching for a tiny box on the tall desk next to your bed. “This experiment is happening either way.” 

Sliding the blue rubber glove over his right hand, Jonathan stretches it, letting it snap with a loud sound. His eyes never leave your face which is a remarkable show of professionalism, taking into consideration your lack of clothes, and the awkward, obscene position. Standing next to you, his index finger traces from your knee to your hip, relishing the way your body squirms uncomfortably. Grasping the recorder once more, he turns it on before leaving it next to the box where he retrieved the gloves from, returning his attention to you.

“Subject internally rejects light physical stimuli,” He repeats the action, going from knee to thigh over and over, the rubber sliding smoothly from the cold sweat of fear that grants your body a soft glow. “Their body appears to be affected by the fear and anxiety. Mild sweating, constant twitching.”

Crane’s finger ventures to the inside of your thigh, raising goosebumps on your skin. An eternity passes until he finally comes in contact with your mound, pressing it softly with his fingerpad. The uneasy pressure makes you choke a sob, a sob that isn’t acknowledged by the doctor. Lower, he begins to circle your clit in slow, methodical circles. The sensation makes your legs tense, instinctively try to close them but are not allowed to do so, thanks to the restraints. Crane watches you with an unamused expression, noticing how lost you are in distress to notice how his leg twitches slightly at the sight of such a pretty face denying the pleasure. The pressure over your clit increases but the pace stays the same, giving you a similar feeling of breathlessness and dizziness. He knows what he is doing, how couldn’t he? Such a brilliant mind, such skilled fingers… he knows.

Closing your eyes shut, your brain shortcuts for seconds, trying to reject the pleasure that Jonathan’s ministrations provide— you shouldn’t, succumbing isn’t an option. Tears silently trickle down your flushed cheeks, embarrassed by your own natural body response. The slick is slowly but surely building up in between your legs, and it’s just a matter of time for Crane to notice it. You wish you could scream, curse him, damn him, and send his soul to hell— but it’s difficult to even breathe. The confusing mix of fear and innate pleasure clouds your common sense.

“Patient is responding correctly to clitoral stimulation,” His deep voice snatches you from your internal battle, snapping your eyes open and finding those same blue eyes that you grew accustomed to, watching you as if you were a mere lab rat. “But, they appear to be having a moral conflict.” 

Perhaps you are. 

When he stops his circling over your clit, a sigh of relief escapes from your lips, but you are disgusted by the sting of disappointment that your body sends you; The ease doesn’t last long, as his finger slides between your folds, gathering the slick and bringing back to your clit briefly. 

He inserts a finger, unhurriedly. He has all the time in the world— it is not like you are leaving anyway. Jonathan breaks the eye contact and focuses on opening you up carefully; It’s easy to read he is not doing it because he is scared of hurting you, it is because causing you pain in this state will lower his experiments. The pace of his digit mimics the one he created before, methodical. Everything about him appears premeditated. Curling his index finger, it takes him around eight seconds to locate your G-spot, rubbing it with expertise and ease; “It appears to be a considerable amount of lubrication,” He continues speaking to the recorder, speeding up his movements slightly. “Corporeal response is positive, the experiment is going as planned”

Planned. That word strikes a cord inside your hazy mind. So he already intended to do this.

A second finger joins, spreading you, but not in a painful way. In fact, the remorse falters, as the pleasure begins to build, strong and hopeless to avoid. Repeating the same curling motion, Jonathan’s hand twitches when he hears the first moan of the evening. It’s weak, but something like that will never go unnoticed. 

“Patient is showing vocal responses after two fingers, vaginal stimulation is going as expected.” 

A wave of heat starts to crumble the last bits of your will, he knows what he is doing— the bastard fucking knows. A new set of tears swell up in your eyes, falling without you doing much to stop them. A meek sob that breaks into a choked moan catches the doctor’s attention, his rosy lips curling into a wicked smile. This is probably the first time you had ever seen Crane smile. Your cunt and his fingers work together to create an obscene wet sound, smearing it all over your labia and printing it with fire and fear in your mind.

A third finger prods outside your aching hole, threatening; When it joins the party, that same stretch comes back— once again not uncomfortable.

“Three fingers have been inserted now,” Crane says, his voice faltering at the end of the sentence. “The patient shows no signs of pain nor discomfort”

Faster, his fingers are going faster now. Three fingers plugging in and out of you without any hint of mercy or consideration. You dare to bend your neck, a sick need to watch his hand invading you, only to find his hand soaked. Involuntary, your cunt clench around his fingers, something that also was noticed.

Expecting him to talk again to the voice recorder, only to encounter a quicker pace, your back arches, the cold laboratory bed suddenly too cold for the boiling temperature of your body. A cloud of guilty pleasure numbs your brain— unable to register the fourth finger peeking at your pussy.

The intrusion hurts, the current lubrication not enough to save the painful stretch. Jonathan notices this, an expert in reading body language; “In response to the fourth finger, the patient has experienced slight pain. After a quick thought, I have come to the conclusion that the rubber gloves inhibit the vagina lubrication to be sufficient.” 

Removing your fingers from your cunt, you watch with half-lidded eyes how he practically rips the glove off his hand, almost frustrated. Returning his now bare fingers to your poor hole, a mewl escapes your lips when he returns three fingers, humming at the clear difference of sensations.

His fingers, his skin is a whole different sensation than the damn rubber. His pinky finger sneaks in again, but your pussy clenches, making the intrusion painful again. Crane huffs in annoyance, bending over and hovering over your crotch, gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting right in your pussy. The action, which perhaps holds strictly experimental intentions, is so perverted it makes your stomach flutter— erotic, that was erotic.

You find Dr. Crane spitting on your pussy erotic.

“Fucking finally,” he whispers.

In no time, and thanks to the skin-to-skin contact, the penetration is easier, for him at least. Four fingers slide in and out effortlessly, as your legs begin to shake, and the tight knot in your lower region threatens to snap.

“You are not allowed to come,'' his stern voice is like a fork scraping against a porcelain plate— dominant and authoritarian. “Hold it, or there will be consequences.”

The promise of a punishment for disobeying is even scarier than the possible consequences, causing you to nod and succumb to his wishes— although you don’t have much choice.

His other hand, which had been fidgeting around ever since his touch over your skin started, approaches your clit dangerously, pressing his thumb on the swollen nub, reminiscing of the circles he did an hour prior, this time tighter— faster.

His actions are lewd, definitely illegal— your noises are lewd, definitely unwilling. Your body thrashes over the metal, yanking the restraints with little success to lose them. The rational instinct screams at you to move, fight— but the overwhelming sensations act like a drug. His fingers curl in an odd position, and before you can react, his thumb slides in.

Fitting his whole hand inside your poor, stretched, wet hole. 

He moves his hand slowly, testing the waters. This is the crucial part of the experiment, one false move and everything will be extremely painful to you.

Torturing your clit, Jonathan uses the lubrication and his saliva to move his hand, keeping his fingers straight and still— ignoring the uncomfortable erection straining against his slacks. 

“The experiment has been a success. The patient has been able to fit my hand inside them. There are no signs of pain, discomfort, or physical rejection—” His voice shakes slightly, as if he was fighting to keep composure the same way you fought the pleasure that his unwanted touch gave you.

That's when the real thing begins.

Crane’s hand curls into a fist, making you moan louder. How can something so twisted feel so good? Lowering your watery gaze, the borderline pornographic view of being fucked by your boss’ fist sends you to a frenzied state. He keeps forcing his fist inside you, uncurling his finger lightly every now and then just to add a new sensation. 

“Good…” He pants, biting his lower lip. “Come. You can come now.”

And you do. Oh, you do. 

His hand assaults your pussy, stretching it beyond limits and giving you the most mind–blowing, earth–shattering, painful orgasm you had ever experienced in your life. Your clit burns from the rough treatment, and something whispers in the back of your drowning mind, that even if you manage to see the light of another day if Crane decided to let you go; you will never find something as pleasurable as what he just did.

To you. To your body. To your mind.

The realization, the crude reality— breaks the thin veil of lust. Crying, sobbing, screaming— the voice you seemed to have lost while he experimented with you finally came back. 

Jonathan wipes his wet hand with his lab coat, reaching for the recorder. His black shoes click on the white tiles of the consultation room as he approaches the camera, clicking the «play» button off, the red light winking at you before disappearing.

Until next time. 

Dr. Crane licks his lips, his cold blue eyes glistening with morbid excitement. His hand trembles when he brings the recorder to his lips, piercing your soul with those orbs just like he pierced your body and dignity with his fist.

“The experiment was a success.”

[jessythebunny]

💢°•The jealousy•°💢

✨The cover✨

This is the cover of the story, this is an old cover but I hope you like it!! ✨✨

[eiightysixbaby]

welcome to '86 baby!

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[talanashta]

✏️ WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by the every sweet and amazing @little-annie a couple weeks ago and forgot (T_T) so I'm getting to it now for WIP Wednesday. My word was LICK. (This was a hard one! I had to start 2 snippets mid-sentence!)

L

Lucas shook his head in the background, and Max looked offended.

“El and I want to watch the Breakfast Club, dipwad. You’re the only one who wants to watch Labyrinth,” Max told him. (From my Sept Stobin Extravaganza Day 8 Fill - Movie Night, that I still haven't managed to finish.)

I

I’ve had a crush on you for a really long time, but I’m not brave like you. I wish I was; I’m such bullshit. I’m too scared to tell you in person, so I’ll just have to be content with this letter to tell you how I feel. I couldn’t keep it in anymore after I saw you today. (From my fic for the Byler Big Bang, coming out in November!)

C

... Corroded Coffin was performing their regular show. It took three cars to get everyone there, but they managed. The kids were noisy as hell on the way there, but luckily Steve missed most of it, since he only had to drive Dustin and Robin. Jonathan had taken Argyle, Eden, Will, and El in his car, and Nancy crammed the rest in hers. He could tell by the worn out face Nancy was wearing when she arrived, though, that the rest of the Party had been just as wound up as Dustin was. (From Chapter 2 of Show Night)

K

... kind of scared you wouldn’t; I thought you might find it weird and creepy for me to be writing you and saying all this stuff when you have no idea who I am. I know girls find it romantic, or whatever, but guys don’t really talk about this kind of thing, so I wasn’t sure how you’d take it. I’m glad I didn’t scare you off. (Also from my Byler Big Bang fic!)

I tag @dame-zoom-a-lot! No pressure, but if you want to, your word is THEN.

[writingprompts]

Freedom and Fragility

Jonathan Haidt is a social psychologist and has thought a lot about how this latest generation of young people has been raised differently from previous generations and how that might be a problem. He suggests that children today are becoming more fragile because they're not given enough freedom to explore and make mistakes. He believes that overprotective parenting and a focus on safety above all can prevent kids from learning how to handle challenges on their own. Haidt argues that facing and overcoming difficulties is crucial for developing resilience and confidence.

What do you think of this idea? Does it make sense to you? Do you see ways it is true or have examples? Do you think having more freedom to make mistakes and face challenges is important for growing up and becoming less fragile? What do you think about overprotective parenting? Do you have ideas for how things could change? What if you could design a class that teaches students how to be less fragile and more resilient, what would it look like? Share your thinking about this idea of less freedom meaning more fragility. 

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[jancy-central]

Hello and welcome to our second edition of Spotlight Saturday!

As a reminder: Smutty Saturdays will be the first Saturday of the month and the rest will now be Spotlight Saturdays. If there is a fic you want to see us Spotlight, please shoot us a message!

Today’s recommendation is an amazing Jonathan POV fic by MissAtomicBombs that is set in s5 and addresses the convoluted college issue between Jonathan and Nancy. And addresses it WELL. Check it out and as always, leave comments, kudos, etc.

Today is the last day of the month so one more day for this months’s theme, SCHOOL. All general info is in the pinned post and all prompts are searchable under ‘school’ or ‘teacher.’ 📚✏️

Be on the lookout for the announcement of October’s theme… coming soon… 👻🎃

Don’t forget: Jancy Week will be November 3rd thru 9th and themes are out now! Check out their page at @jancyweeks for all the info! Please note there will be a giveaway for Jancy Funkos if you participate and tag your posts. Again, see their page for details…

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[rocknrollsalad]

STWG Daily Prompt (Nov 19) - ADHD

✏️ pairing(s): stonathan

🖊️ Steve can't really focus or accomplish this task he doesn't even want to do. Of course, it's something he needs to do. Jonathan steps in to help in a few ways that really benefit Steve.

📄 content/trigger warnings: fire, house fires (hypothetical)

✏️ word count: 1343

“All you have left is the essay,” Jonathan said, shaking blank notebook pages in the air. They crinkled with anger his voice didn’t have.

“I’ve tried to write it, like, fifty times! I sit down at my desk and I think ‘yeah, this is it, I’m going to write this!’ and then I think ‘wow, when was the last time I washed the bath mats’ and then I’m downtown grabbing pizza with Dustin. Robin says it’s classic fear of failure. They can’t reject me if I don’t apply.”

“So glad she took Psych 101.”

“She’s kind of wrong though, right?” Steve stopped his pacing to look over at Jonathan, who still wore the same disappointed look that Steve so desperately wished had left by now.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I mean, we know they’re going to reject me. I don’t have to be afraid of it.”

And there the look goes. It’s replaced by this sadness Steve usually only sees sent Will’s way when he’s not looking. It doesn’t feel like an improvement.

“I just want to do something meaningful but I could, like, get a job at a pet shelter or something. That’s good. Old people need read to…okay, yeah. I see the problem with that one but you know what I mean.”

“Or you could do this and follow your dreams or whatever.”

Jonathan tossed the paper down on Steve’s desk the same way Steve’s dad did back when he helped with homework. All of it brought up this feeling of failure. Not of not knowing because Steve knew the stuff but yet he couldn’t sit down and get it on paper. Something that came so easily to other people, he couldn’t do. It frustrated his dad, mom, teachers, exes, and now Jonathan. A tradition Steve didn’t need to carry on.

He didn’t know how to distract Jonathan, how to switch the subject, and find something else to focus on. It wasn’t like he could bribe the guy or tempt him with a swimming pool they both avoided like the plague. Maybe Steve would get lucky and he’d be hungry.

As Steve ran through his choices, Jonathan was off doing his own thing. Something that collided when he put a Rubix Cube in Steve’s hand. “What the hell is this for?”

“Solve it,” he said simply.

“It’s impossible. You think I haven’t tried?”

“It’s not impossible.” Sitting down at Steve’s desk, no doubt rolling his eyes first, Jonathan looked back and silently added, “Get on with it.”

“Seriously, I’ve had this thing forever. It’s never going to be solved.”

“Okay, well Jim got one whole side green except the corner and it sits on our mantel like a Nobel Peace Prize. I never really thought he was smarter than you but maybe I was wrong.”

“No, no, no. I’m way smarter than Hopper. I can’t be–”

“Show me what you can do then.”

This almost felt like bait and Steve stared across the room through narrowed eyes, trying to figure it out, but decided it was the distraction he was looking for. Jonathan could do whatever and Steve had a fun but old problem to solve because he was definitely better than the former chief of police.

Wandering around the room, Steve shifted the block a couple of times as he studied what was where and what moved to where. He started to get a bit of plan when Jonathan perked up from what he was doing.

“If your house was on fire, like, right now…what would you save?”

“Am I the only one here? I mean, you, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he said with an eye roll Steve got to see this time.

Blowing a kiss back, Steve looked down to make sure he’d connected the two oranges.

“I think it’s safe to assume the people are out of the way. You and I were cooking, grease fire sort of thing and we got out in plenty of time. The fire department is on the way but things are catching fire fast.”

“Okay, just as easy. Mom would die if her photo albums didn’t survive. There are ones in there of when SHE was a kid. So I’d grab those but I feel like I’d also have time to grab some clothes. At least for you and I but maybe for my parents. Just, ya know, so we had something.”

“Clothes?”

“It’s kind of stupid but even if the firefighters put everything out before it wrecks our closets, the stuff is going to smell like smoke so it’s all gonna need cleaned. You know as well as I do how much changing into clean clothes makes things feel better.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“So, yeah. I’d grab us stuff like that. How much time do I have? I could get toothbrushes. If Mom and Dad are on vacation, they’ll be fine. It’s just me and you and mom’s pictures.”

“What about all these trophies?”

“What about them?” Steve scoffed, looking up and back down to work another orange onto the face he was working on. “A bunch of achievements that mean nothing, especially now. No one is impressed by this. Least of all me.”

Steve had resumed pacing in a circle at the foot of his bed. As he clicked the cube in all directions, he’d started to figure out how it worked a little better than he ever had before. A line of three was already beating his personal record but it was also giving him confidence he could complete the whole thing.

Jonathan was scribbling on paper and as much as Steve wanted to know what, he was too focused on this stupid cube.

They continued like this for a while. Jonathan asked a bunch of weird questions, they talked back and forth about the answers, and Steve wandered his room. Orange didn’t pan out but he was now halfway to a white face.

It was trying to get the sixth one in that was really starting to boil Steve’s blood. He knew how it needed to happen but wasn’t able to get it to work. Not wanting to mess up what he had too much to get the rest.

That was the same time Jonathan stepped up and placed and hand on top of the now messed-up side Steve had just clicked into. Looking at him to ask if he was looking to be murdered today but met with the softest smile. Immediately disarmed, Steve was left with comical annoyance.

“So you have a whole essay here. One that shows who you are and how you obnoxiously don’t think about anyone other than yourself. Not that it's worded that way, though. It’s good and any college would be stupid not to take you. You’re not bad at this, you’re bad at sitting still though.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“It’s not a bad thing.”

“You don’t say it like it’s a good thing.”

“Well, you’ll have to do a lot of it for a while if college is where you want to go. Starting later tonight, okay?”

“What! Why?” Steve’s head drops backward as he whines.

“Because I can’t write it for you. It’s gotta come from you but I got you a whole outline, quotes to work off of, it’s going to be turning it all around to get the cubes right okay? Make the puzzle work, it's easier than starting from nothing.”

“After dinner?”

“I don’t know, I might try and tire you out after dinner. See if that helps your focus.”

Before Steve’s brows can completely furrow everything clicks and his eyes go wide. “I have a lot of energy right now, I think.”

“Go for a fucking run then.”

There wasn’t any bite behind that but Steve was willing to play around and let Jonathan think he was hard to get. Tossing the Rubik’s cube to the desk, Steve played the game and he played it well. They had loads of time to “tire him out” before dinner. And maybe…if he was lucky, they could drag him through this essay too.

[monsterhunting]

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

so i have quite a few but the one i’m currently (slowly) working on is like a stoncy modern college au where like. the events of the show kinda still happened but in modern times and without the upside down stuff (ie steve and nancy dated and steve and jonathan had the alley fight and nancy got together with Jonathan and barb still died? maybe? haven’t totally decided). anyway all that happened and then they meet up again at college and nancy and jonathan are still dating and all three of them become close friends to the point where everyone keeps joking that steve is their third. and at first steve is like “haha” but then he’s like “oh shit. wait. i DO want to be their third…”

anyway i’m writing it really slowly and barely just started it but i’m excited about it!!! lots of pining and like friends to lovers vibes and whatever. also i think I’m still gonna have steve and robin working at an ice cream store so there will be some scoops troop stuff too bc i love… i mean LOVE… scoops troop but I realized recently ive never really included that dynamic in a fic so. anyway it’ll be fun. and hopefully not too long but you never really know!!!

thank you for asking!!!!

[pearlypairings]

200k Words WIP Celebration Game!

Based on your votes in my last poll, we’re celebrating my ao3 acct passing >200k words between all my fics with a fun little WIP ask game:)

I’m gonna list out some of my WIP names (currently updating or not yet posted at all), anyone can send an ask about one of the WIPs with an emoji(s)! Feel free to ask more than one, it's all fun~

WIPs to choose from:

Aurelias (hellcheer)

cigarettes & coffee (hellcheer)

there is a light master file (jonathan x chrissy)

haircheer (steve x chrissy)

hellfire camping (hellfire club shenanigans)

clarke x kelley ♥️

Emoji asks:

❤️ Share your favorite dialogue exchange so far.

✍️ Share a line you’ve edited, and what it used to be.

☁️ Share some fluffy lines.

✏️ Share the first line of any chapter.

🎬 Share the last line(s) you’ve written.

🎲 Asker decides what they want to know/see

Example: 💌 cigarettes & coffee ✏️please  ▶️ C&C: “They say nothing good happens at three in the morning.”

So excited for these WIP asks, and hopefully it motivates me to write these faster and post more!

Cheers to the next 100k <3

[harringtons-cupid]

Welcome to:

ASKS!

🌶️Steve -ask me a question! can be about myself, my writing, anything! let's get to know each other 🤍

🎸Eddie -party games! kiss, marry, kill. would you rather. all that stuff!

📼Robin -send in a character from my list below and a scenario for a set of headcanons you'd like about them!

📰Nancy -send in a character from my list below and a scenario for a blurb/drabble you'd like about them!

✏️Will-send in a character from the names in this list and a scenario for a social media au you'd like of them!

📸Jonathan - Send me a character and a theme and I’ll make a moodboard aesthetic for them. (And you)

🎲Erica - Tell me two characters you think would have love/hate friendship

📞Joyce - Send me a character name & I have to tell you the dirtiest thing they would ever say.

🏳️‍🌈Mike - Send me your favourite fic (of mine or someone elses)

🧇EL - You can send me anything

RULES!

you can send in as many asks as you like, but only one request per ask.

be polite & patient!! i'll try my best to respond to asks as fast as i can, but i do have a life outside of tumblr so if your ask takes a few days to be answered, please be kind.

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[ginger-grimm]

megaphone to music note for carmen!

YAY CARMEN THANK YOU SO MUCH!

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Not very loud at all, her voice is very soft and sweet. She has a slight Spanish accent. I don't have a voice claim for her, what I'm picturing is Paulina Chavez's voice with a heavier accent.

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

Reading is pretty much the only thing Carmen can do for a while, it keeps her sane. She loves teen literature but also doesn't mind a horror or thriller novel, though she does have to keep those hidden from her parents.

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Jonathan, Nancy, Vanessa, Murray, or any of the kids in danger will always set Carmen into action. She's not the most skilled fighter, but she will go into overdrive for any of them. The search for her real mother gets her shot, so that's definitely a contender.

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

Carmen likes having her picture taken, usually by Jonathan. She doesn't have any special pose, just smiles sweetly - though sometimes she'll put her head on her shoulder. It depends on her mood.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Carmen acts differently around grown-ups than she does around her peers or kids younger than her. Around grown-ups, she's quiet and reserved from years of trauma. Around her peers, she quickly learns how to be more assertive and feisty.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

When they hurt her or the people she loves. There's no excuse for that which she can accept. She doesn't let people go easily, too scared to end up lonely.

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

Lowkey control freak. She's not super nuts about it, but pretty close. To Carmen, spontaneous anything is jarring. You have to plan for everything in life.

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

Not rich at all. She leaves her home and is on the run for a while. Murray isn't exactly rich from his P.I. endeavors, but Carmen doesn't mind. She's just happy to have a home and someone who loves her taking care of her.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

Plants, books, video games, a new tool kit. She's a fantastic gift-giver. Everything is impeccably wrapped and meticulously picked out to fit the person.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

LOVES THEM. She knows others her age find them annoying, but Carmen honestly has so much patience, she doesn't even care when they're being difficult. She also finds them incredibly funny.

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

She will only blame herself when it's actually her fault. But she reacts with a lot of love and tries to find solutions to their problems.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

A kind-hearted person, who made her mark on the world.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

I just might have a problem that you'll understand We all need somebody to lean on

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

Carmen listens to many things. She really likes Fleetwood Mac, Madonna, U2, and Depeche Mode, among others.

The song that I mainly associate with her is Lean on Me by Bill Withers!

[fuckmycrane]

18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, stepcest, noncon, drug use, hints of sexism/misogyny.

Oh Crane... the man you are 🤍.

Stepbrother!Crane who thinks he is better than you because he is studying psychology. He belittles your career choice, and if you chose the same as him, Jonathan will constantly compare your progress to his.

Stepbrother!Crane who uses you as a lab rat, always asking you questions and "psychoanalyzing" you. He is always ready to comment on your behavior, your responses and your actions.

"You don't have to be so aggressive, darlin'. I know, I know— you hate it when I call you that, but you know that irrational anger is part of a pattern that..."

Stepbrother!Crane who constantly is mansplaining you. It's annoying to the point that you simply stand up and lock in your bedroom, screaming against the pillow from pure frustration. He just stays in the living room, smirking pleased with himself.

Stepbrother!Crane who used you as the lab rat for his first fear toxin prototypes. Before it even was meant to create hallucinations, he just intended to cut every brain signal, sending it to a deep slumber— or momentarily induced coma— and he did it every Friday night before bed.

Stepbrother!Crane who after the third time experimenting with you couldn't help himself and undressed you, watching your seemingly dead body and constantly checking your pulse— what if he accidentally overdosed you?

Stepbrother!Crane who not only writes his progress with the toxin, but also fucks you every Friday night. He enjoys how responsive your body is despite being shut down, he likes how you don't fight back. Crane leaves bruises and marks that you can't simply explain the next morning... accompanied with a sticky mess in between your thighs.

[jessythebunny]

💢°•the jealousy•°💢

Note: here's part 3 of this story, in this part there will be a surprise for the girls and Jonathan will become even more angry

"after 5 hours, a surprising person is going to come" "minwhile in the livingroom with the girls"

Jessy:Ok girls are you ready? He's going to be here in any moment

Messy:yes we are sis!

Lucy: yes we are

"door knocks"

Jessy: OMG!! He's here!! I'll open the door for him!

"she opens the door, then Saiko came in"

Jessy: Oh Saiko! My little demon! I missed you so much!

Saiko: aww my cute bunny, I missed you too "hugs her really really tight"

Messy:hey!! You forgot about me

( ò n ó )💢

Saiko: oh hey Mes, come here you cutie~

Messy: mhm~ I missed you.

Alex: "in her mind" damn he looks so handsome♡

Saiko: "heading towards Alex and Lucy" oh hello there you two, can we introduce ourselves to echother?

Lucy: of course. I'll start first: my name is Lucy, I'm 18 yo, and I'm Jessy and Messy's bff!

Saiko: "to alex" how about you? What's your name?

"Alex doesn't want to responde bc she's busy with thinking how hot he is"

Lucy: "shakes Alex and screams" ALEX!!!

Alex: h-huh? What?

Lucy: hello? Are you still here with us?

Alex: o-oh yes yes I am.

Saiko: "giggles" it's ok girls, come on tell me what's your name?

Alex: "mumbles" m-my name i-is Alex and I'm 17 yo...

Saiko: oh it's nice to meet you Alex

Alex: "nervous giggles" Ahahaha me too boy..

Saiko: "to Jessy" so Jessy, you want to play with me~?

Jessy: oh yes. What about you Messy?

Messy: sorry but I have to see Liam

Jessy: that's ok, go and see him

Messy: thank you sis "she leaves"

Saiko: come on my bunny, let's go and play together~

Jessy: ok. I'll follow you

"so Saiko and Jessy start to play together while Jonathan is spying on them from the other room with an angry face"

Jonathan: "in his mind" I knew it, I knew how bad that guy is, now he wants to take my girl from me, but he will see my other side very very soon"

Part 4 coming soon✌🏻✨

[chadprez]

"Michael is overrated!"

pairing: randy meeks x original male character (or me)

warnings: swearing, small scream 1 spoilers, not too many warnings, just fluff and yelling

characters: randy meeks, jonathan (oc), sidney prescott, tatum riley, stu macher, and billy loomis

summary: randy and jonathan argue over which slasher is the best, which leads to them bringing their friends into it. at least they get ice cream.

notes: i wanna thank @leftsidebonfire for this prompt, i’m gonna need you for more prompts because it was so fun to write this. i’m definitely writing for these two again :}

"OH. MY. GOD!"

Jonathan looks at the brown haired male, sending a glare towards his boyfriend. Although it was all playful, he was determined to win this debate.

"Jon, sweetie, love of my life, you cannot be telling me that you believe that Michael Myers is a better slasher than Leatherface right?" Randy looks at the blue and black haired male, putting his hands on his shoulders and shaking them a bit.

"Right?" He asks again, although Jonathan doesn't respond. All he just does is glare at him harder, pursing his lips as he turns his head. A small 'betryal' coming from Randy as he jokingly puts his hand over his heart.

"Ray, Leatherface is just some fucking cannibal who lives in texas with a chainsaw." Jonathan says.

"And that's the scary part! He's just some guy, but he has murderous tendancies-" "Like Michael Myers!"

Randy shakes his head frantically and points at Jonathan, while Jonathan himself puffs out his chest. They both were at the same height, Randy being slightly taller, but Jonathan wanted to seem like the bigger one in this situation.

"Babe, Michael Myers is practically inhuman. Almost an alien! Meanwhile, Leatherface is completely human. There's a difference that you're not seeing." Randy moves his hands around frantically, almost like he was telling a story with his hands.

Jonathan sighs and grabs Randy's arm, "Alright, what am I not seeing?"

"That Michael Myers is overrated."

The brown eyed male gasps and puts a hand over his heart, shock washed all over his face.

"You take that back!"

Randy sticks out his tongue and looks around the area. They were outside, by the fountain where all of their friends meet. The whole gang was watching them argue, in all honesty, Sidney and Tatum thought it was silly while Billy and Stu found it amusing. This whole argument did start because of the duo.

"Y'know Randy, Jonathan has a point. I mean, you've seen Halloween right? He moves place to place, never take your eyes off of him. 'Cause if you do..." Stu makes a gesture of a throat being slit while sticking his tongue out.

Jonathan smiles and nods, mumbling a thank you to the other male.

"But Randy has a point to, don't you think Stu? Leatherface is just a guy with homocidal tendancies, it's almost too real don't you think?" Billy adds to the conversation, watching in amusement as Jonathan glares at him.

Randy looks over at the two girls who had been staying silent during these past 10 minutes of this debate. He decides to drag them in.

"Well Sid, Tatum, what do you two think?"

Tatum shakes her head, an unpleased look spread across her face. "Do not drag me into your guy's debate, and don't even think about dragging Sidney either." The blonde glares at the two as Sidney shakes her head also, mumbling something to herself.

"Well, let's change the subject then, Randy, Jonathan, who do you guys think would make a great slasher?" Sidney says.

Jonathan and Randy look at each other for a second before looking at Billy, then back at her.

"Billy fucking loomis!" They both say in unison, loud enough for other people to hear. The area goes quiet before going back to normal after a couple of seconds.

"Seriously Sid, he has that killer vibe going on, look at him!" Randy points at Billy, while he just silently glares at him. Jonathan on the other hand, puts his hand on Randy's arm and gives him a smile.

"Okay Randy, I think that's enough. Hey, do you wanna go get some ice cream? The shop is still open, and maybe we could share a sundae!”

Randy’s eyes light up at the mention of sharing a sundae with Jonathan. He nods and grabs his hand, leading him away from the group before rambling about the rules to survive a horror movie. Something Jonathan’s already heard thousands of time.

Tatum watches as they walk away, the blonde smiling a bit. “Those two are dorks.“ She says.

They truly are.

[jessythebunny]

💢°•The jealousy•°💢

Note: this is part 2 of this story, In this part there will be a discussion between Jonathan and Liam about his fucking jealousy

"at the salon with Jonathan and Liam"

Liam: what's up with you bro? You look mad

Jonathan: Liam please leave me alone, I am not in a good mood now

Liam: come on bro, I am like a brother for you, don't you want to tell me~hmm~?

Jonathan: Ewww!! Stop talking to me like this! You make me feel unconfortable about you.

Liam: heh heh! Alright alright i'll stop just tell me what's wrong?

Jonathan: alright i'll tell you, I saw Jessy cleaning the house and she told me that her cousin called Saiko is going to visit us, and she looks so happy and excited for him, and i felt a bit sad

Liam: don't tell me you feel jealous again? Don't you remember what have you done to the last guy who talked to Jessy?

Jonathan: that nasty bitch hugged her really tight so i had to kill him anyway

Liam: ok just tell me why are you like this? And when I'm talking to her you don't do anything bad to me

Jonathan: because you are my best friend and I trust you

Liam: Awww~you are so sweet Jon~i love you~<3!

Jonathan: Liam!! WTF??!!

Liam: I'm sorry but this is the truth

Jonathan: that's alright, i forgive you

Liam: so what are you going to do now?

Jonathan: I don't know, but I'm not confortable about him

Liam: you didn't even meet him and you want to kill him too? Just be patient bro

Jonathan: ugh fine! Just for you, but if I saw something bad about him, you will realise that I was right all the time

Liam: fine fine, just calm down already

Part 3 coming soon ✌🏻✨

[jessythebunny]

💢°•The jealousy•°💢

Note: Here is the fourth part of the story, where Jonathan will finally decide to confront Saiko

Jonathan:*in his mind* ugh I can't take it anymore.*he came out of the room with a face with expressions of hatred and malice*

*In the salon, there's Saiko, Jessy, and Alex*

Saiko:*He's doing push-ups, and Jessy is sitting on his back happily* are you having fun cousin?

Jessy (me): Yes, I really am ^▽^!!

Alex:*stands behind them with a red face* omg! He's so strong, maybe I should ask him to get my turn

Alex:*Heading towards them and talks to Saiko* Umm, excuse me Saiko, but may I have a turn?..

Saiko:*with a smile* of course!

Saiko:*to Jessy* I'm very sorry cuz but can your friend Alex have a turn if you want?

Jessy (me):*in her mind* ohh she's blushing, maybe she has a crush on him then.

Jessy (me): ok no problem!

*Jessy got off Saiko's back and looked at Alex with a sly face*

Jessy (me): ���

Alex:*Her face was extremely red* S-Stop looking at me with this face you idiot!!

Jessy (me):*giggles* Ha ha alright!

*the she left the salon, and Alex rode on Saiko's back and he started pushing up again*

Alex:*in her mind* Oh my god I can't believe I'm doing this now, this is embarrassing!

*then Jonathan stormed into the salon with anger on his face*

Jonathan:*to Alex* Can I talk to him for a moment?

Alex: Sure

*After that, she got off Saiko's back and used her wondrous powers to get out of the salon*

Saiko:*standed up and started talking to Jonathan* Hello there friend, I'm Saiko and I'm so happy to...

*before Saiko finish his talk, Jonathan walked up to him and slapped him hard*

Saiko:*got mad at him and shouted*Why did you do that?? What's wrong with you?!!

Jonathan: I know why you came here, you just came to take my bunny from me, you fool

Saiko:*with and awkward smile*: oh ho ho, so is that what all about?! She will be mine and she doesn't deserve a retarded man like you!!

Jonathan: oh honey, You will see what I will do to you soon if you don't stay away from her

*the two of them started looking at echother with looks of hate*

Part 5 coming soon! ✌🏻✨

I'm sorry if this is very short but I'm trying to plan how the rest of the story will be, so I'll post the fifth part in the next week!!