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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 8 months ago

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Hi! I just stumbled upon your profile when I was searching for jonathan crane x reader fics, and can I just say that I loved Behind The Mask so so much! Would it be possible to request a fic Jonathan x reader that is inspired by You are the right one by Sports? If so, thank you so much! 💕✨

You Are The Right One - Jonathan Crane x Reader (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 8016

Warnings: High School!Jonathan Crane, bullying

Summary: !!Request!! High school was a cesspool of misery for Jonathan. After the cruel prank from his crush and biggest bully, he believed his days would be forever marred by the shadows of ridicule and isolation. Until a beacon of light emerged in the form of one girl who reached out with a helping hand.

A/N: (This gif does not match the vibe whatsoever, but oh well!) Bro, I had never heard this song before, but the second I listened to it AHAHHAH!!! the way this song tingles my brain~ chefs kiss. Thank you so much Anon for introducing this song to me 💚 While writing this fic, I really got into the comic book Jonathan, so the whole time writing this, instead of picturing Cillian Murphy, my brain went off and thought about the lanky ginger Jonathan from the comics...smash. This doesn't really affect how you read it or anything, I don't bring up his appearance (I think) but yeah, fun fact! Thank you so much for the request, Anon, I hope you like it and I hope everyone else likes it as well 💚

(Part 2)

"Hey! Scarecrow!" The jeering shout pierced the air before a rotten pumpkin collided with Jonathan's head.

With a jolt, he crashed onto the unforgiving concrete, the impact scraping his knees raw and sending his glasses tumbling from his face. Laughter and mocking taunts echoed from the other side of the street, adding insult to injury. Wiping the slimy remnants of pumpkin from his face, Jonathan retrieved his glasses from the ground and carefully replaced them, picking himself off the floor and rushing to his house.

Jonathan hated his time at school, not due to its academic challenges, they were a mere breeze to him. It was the individuals within the school walls who soured his experience. Each day seemed to bring a fresh onslaught of taunts, shoves, and the relentless pursuit to make him feel small. It was an existence he loathed.

Bo Gribbs stood out as the ringleader of torment, his cruelty unmatched by any other. Jonathan couldn't fathom what he had done to deserve such relentless bullying from Bo, but he found himself powerless to retaliate. Physically overpowered and painfully aware of his own frailty, Jonathan's slender frame seemed almost translucent beneath his clothing, a stark testament to his vulnerability in the face of Bo's tyranny.

Yet, even within the supposed sanctuary of his supposed home, peace was still not found for him. If he managed to escape the torment of school, he found himself ensnared in the clutches of his eccentric great-grandmother, whose own torture made every moment a living hell. The irony of her religious fervor contrasted against her treatment of him was not lost on Jonathan.

Though Jonathan's existence felt like a descent into inferno, he clung to the belief that it was merely a chapter in his life, not the entire story. Determined to carve out a brighter future for himself. He vowed to end the torment, one way or another.

Walking through the corridors proved to be a difficult journey for Jonathan, each step fraught with the anticipation of another cruel encounter. As he traversed the halls, barely two minutes had passed before a forceful shove sent him careening forward, his body meeting the cold embrace of the linoleum floor. His knees, accustomed to such harsh treatment, absorbed the impact with resigned familiarity.

The clatter of his glasses hitting the ground echoed amidst the cacophony of jeers from passing jocks, their laughter cutting through the air like a serrated blade. With a heavy sigh, Jonathan reached out, his fingers fumbling as they sought the familiar frames now lying abandoned on the floor.

To add insult to injury, the contents of his binder lay strewn across the corridor in a chaotic array of papers and notebooks. With a resigned sense of foreboding, Jonathan began the arduous task of gathering his scattered belongings, readying himself for the inevitable shit day that lay ahead.

Amidst the din of the bustling hallway, the sound of approaching footsteps caught Jonathan's attention, his heart sinking as he braced for yet another harsh confrontation. However, what he beheld was not the expected boot poised for a strike, but rather a figure, a girl, crouched beside him, her hands reaching out to aid in gathering the scattered papers.

Stunned into silence, Jonathan could only watch in disbelief as the girl worked alongside him, her actions a stark contrast to the hostility he had come to expect. Caught in a moment of bewildered confusion, he found himself unable to move, his mind reeling with questions. What was she doing? Was she helping him?

As Jonathan's mind struggled to catch up with the whirlwind of events, he watched in astonishment as the girl collected the scattered papers, her movements somehow appearing graceful. With each piece she retrieved, she seemed to breathe life into the crap that had enveloped his world just moments before. As she stacked the papers before him, Jonathan couldn't help but marvel at the dexterity of her fingers, a stark contrast to the clumsy awkwardness he felt coursing through his own limbs.

When she finally glanced up, her face illuminated by the fluorescent lights of the corridor, Jonathan found himself momentarily transfixed by the sight before him. The delicate curve of her jawline, the softness of her features, and the warmth in her eyes sent a flutter through his chest, igniting a blush that crept up his cheeks. It had been an eternity since he had been in such close proximity to a girl, let alone one this attrative.

Despite the pounding of his heart and the flush of embarrassment that suffused his face, Jonathan couldn't help but brace himself for the anticipated rejection and humiliation. Yet, to his astonishment, the girl's expression remained neutral, devoid of the revulsion he had come to expect from others.

In that fleeting moment, as their eyes met, Jonathan felt a spark of hope ignite within him, a glimmer of possibility amidst the darkness of his reality.

"I'm not sure they're in order, sorry," she offered apologetically, handing the papers over to him.

Jonathan's mind raced, struggling to process the flood of emotions and sensations crashing over him like waves against a rocky shore. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words emerged, his voice lost amidst the thoughts within him. His cheeks burned with a fierce blush, the heat spreading across his skin like wildfire as he fought to steady his erratic breaths.

Despite the turmoil raging within him, Jonathan found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the girl before him. Every delicate movement, every subtle shift in her demeanor, captivated his attention like a mesmerizing dance. He watched as she nervously nibbled on her lower lip, her brows furrowed in a mixture of concern and uncertainty.

A pang of self-reproach stabbed at Jonathan's heart as he cursed his own awkwardness, berating himself for his inability to ease the tension that hung thick in the air. He longed to reach out, to offer some semblance of reassurance, but the weight of his own insecurities held him captive, shackling him in silence.

In the midst of his internal turmoil, Jonathan couldn't help but wonder if he was the cause of the girl's discomfort. Was it his presence alone that had driven her to such nervous agitation? The thought only served to deepen his sense of self-condemnation, a bitter reminder of his own inadequacy in the face of this unexpected encounter.

Taking the papers from her outstretched hand, Jonathan murmured a barely audible "thank you," his eyes remaining fixed on the ground.

"It's okay," she reassured softly, straightening up.

As Jonathan remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixated on the ground, he felt a sense of regret wash over him as he watched the girl gracefully rise to her feet. Every movement seemed to unfold in slow motion, each subtle shift of her body conveying a depth of emotion that left Jonathan feeling utterly captivated.

The soft rustle of fabric as she straightened her posture, the delicate sway of her hair as she lifted her head, every detail etched itself into Jonathan's memory like a scene from a cherished dream. He longed to reach out, to capture this fleeting moment before it slipped through his fingers like grains of sand, but the weight of his own insecurities held him firmly in place.

As she turned to leave, the sound of her footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, each step a somber reminder of the distance that now lay between them. Jonathan listened intently, the rhythmic sound of her footfalls fading into the silence like a whispered promise lost to the wind.

Only when she was finally out of sight did Jonathan dare to lift his gaze, his eyes scanning the empty space where she had stood mere moments before. The memory of her presence lingered like an echo in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of the connection he had felt, however fleeting it may have been.

As the final bell reverberated through the hallways, signaling the end of lunch and the impending arrival of the last period, Jonathan's thoughts were consumed by the memory of the girl he had crossed paths with that very morning. Her image lingered in his mind like a vivid dream, each detail etched into his consciousness with a clarity that was exhilarating and mildly disturbing.

The mere thought of her sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He could almost feel the weight of her gaze, piercing through the veil of his thoughts, igniting a fire within him that he struggled to contain.

This crush felt different, unlike any he had experienced before. It wasn't merely a passing fancy or a fleeting attraction. It was a connection that transcended the boundaries of mere physical appearance. There was an ineffable quality about her, a magnetic allure that beckoned him closer with each passing moment.

As he gazed out into the tranquil expanse before him, Jonathan couldn't shake the feeling that destiny had intervened, weaving their paths together. And in that moment, amidst the quiet solitude of the afternoon, he allowed himself to entertain the tantalizing possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, this encounter was the beginning of something truly extraordinary.

It may have seemed naive, even foolish, to harbor such aspirations, but for Jonathan, it was a rare moment of respite in an otherwise shitty landscape. To entertain the notion that perhaps, just perhaps, the universe held something extraordinary in store for him was a welcome change.

Jonathan’s previous crushes seemed like nothing compared to the emotions that stirred by his encounter with the mysterious girl that morning. Recollections of past crushes, like shards of fragmented glass, pricked at his consciousness, reminding him of the superficiality that had defined those fleeting attractions.

Sherry, with her beauty and captivating presence, had been the subject of Jonathan's affections not so long ago. Yet, his admiration for her had always been tempered by the harsh reality of her social circle. Despite the allure of her charm, Jonathan found himself relegated to the sidelines, but he knew he could never have anyone like her anyway.

But it wasn't just Sherry's group that posed a barrier to Jonathan's desires, it was her association with Bo Gribbs, the boy that tormented him every day. Bo's looming presence, like a dark cloud on the horizon, served as a constant reminder of the toxicity that permeated Sherry's world. And yet, despite the danger that lurked beneath the surface, Jonathan remained steadfast in his pursuit, blind to the warning signs that whispered caution in the wind.

It wasn't until Sherry played a cruel prank on him, a twisted joke that left him humiliated and vulnerable, that Jonathan's rose-tinted glasses were shattered, revealing the harsh truth that had eluded him for so long. The sting of betrayal, like a venomous serpent coiled within his heart, forced him to confront the reality of his situation, a reality where he made judgement off appearance alone.

As he reflected on the events of that fateful night, Jonathan couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the time wasted chasing after hollow dreams. But amidst the ashes of his past disappointments, a flicker of hope ignited within him, a hope born from the promise of a new beginning, forged in the fires of his encounter with the mysterious girl who had captured his heart with a single glance and kind gesture.

This girl, she was unlike anyone Jonathan had ever encountered before. Every detail of her presence seemed to exude an air of kindess, something that he didn’t experience often.

It wasn't just her appearance that set her apart, it was the way she carried herself, with a confidence that bordered on defiance, as if daring the world to unravel the enigma of her being. There was an undeniable magnetism about her, an intangible quality that drew Jonathan in like a moth to a flame.

And for the first time in his life, Jonathan dared to hope that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for something more than mere admiration from afar. He allowed himself to entertain the possibility of forging a connection with this stranger.

As Jonathan settled into his usual seat at the front of the classroom, he arranged his books on the desk before him. The desks were arranged in pairs, accommodating two students each, yet Jonathan found himself occupying his table alone, a solitude he had grown accustomed to and even appreciated.

The rest of the class filtered in, taking their usual places. But just as the bell signaled the start of class, the door creaked open to reveal a newcomer, a sight that caused Jonathan's heart to skip a beat. Like a vision materializing, she stepped into the room, the girl who had occupied Jonathan's thoughts since the start of the day.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Jonathan's eyes traced her every movement, drinking in the graceful sway of her stride, the subtle tilt of her head as she looked around at the desks before her. It was as if the very essence of her presence infused the room with a palpable energy, setting Jonathan's heart ablaze with a flurry of emotions he struggled to contain.

What was she doing here, in his classroom, when she wasn't supposed to be? The question echoed through Jonathan's mind like a mantra, a puzzle he couldn't quite unravel.

As she cast her gaze about the room, seeking out an empty seat, Jonathan's breath caught in his throat, a knot of anticipation tightening in his chest. And then, as if guided by some unseen force, her eyes landed on the spot beside him before drifting up to his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips like a secret shared between them.

The rush of heat that flooded Jonathan's cheeks was as sudden and unexpected as a summer storm, his pulse quickening with a fervor that threatened to overwhelm him. It was a moment suspended in time, a collision of worlds that left Jonathan reeling in disbelief.

He sat there, his heart hammering against his ribcage like a drum echoing in the hollows of his chest. Every nerve in his body seemed to hum with electricity as he watched her draw nearer, her presence casting a spell upon him that left him breathless with anticipation. It was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl, each passing second stretching into eternity.

"May I sit here?" Her voice, like a melody woven from silk and honey, broke through the haze of Jonathan's thoughts, drawing his attention to the question hanging in the air.

Jonathan swallowed hard, the sudden dryness of his throat betraying the ruckus of emotions raging within him. With a shaky nod, he managed to tear his gaze away from her mesmerizing presence, meeting her eyes with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's eve as she settled into the seat beside him, her movements fluid and graceful.

"I just moved classes," she continued, her tone casual yet tinged with a hint of frustration, "I had a clash with English and Statistics, which messed up my whole timetable."

As she explained the reason for her unexpected presence in his class, Jonathan found himself captivated by the sound of her voice, each word a symphony of warmth and sincerity that washed over him like a soothing balm.

Jonathan drank in her words like a man parched in the desert, his thirst for her presence growing with each passing moment. He wanted nothing more than to listen to her voice for eternity, to lose himself in the melody of her speech.

"I'm Y/n, by the way," she said, turning to look at him with a smile that seemed to illuminate the entire room with its radiance.

"I'm Jo-" Jonathan's words were abruptly cut off by the sharp impact of a book colliding with the back of his head, jolting him out of his trance with a start.

Laughter erupted throughout the classroom, echoing off the walls as Jonathan winced in pain, his hand instinctively flying to the back of his head, fingers curling around the tender spot where the book had struck.

"Holy fuck! Are you okay?" Y/n's voice cut through the chaos, her hand landing gently on his shoulder in a gesture of concern.

Jonathan's breath caught in his throat at the touch, a jolt of electricity coursing through him at the warmth of her hand against his skin. If he weren't in such agonizing pain, he might have choked on his own saliva at the unexpected intimacy of the moment. "I'm fine," he managed to whisper, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

As Y/n leaned in to check on him, neither of them noticed the approach of the culprit responsible for Jonathan's suffering. It wasn't until he spoke that their attention was drawn to him, his smug tone slicing through the air like a knife.

"Sorry, Scarecrow, my hand slipped," Bo said, his voice dripping with malice.

With a heavy thud, Bo's hand landed on Jonathan's back, causing him to flinch and cough in response. Leaning in closer, Bo loomed over Jonathan, his presence like a dark cloud casting a shadow over the room.

"Do you mind?" Y/n's voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade, her gaze locked on Bo with a fierceness that made him falter for a moment.

"Mind what, Y/n? I’m fine, how ‘bout yourself?" Bo retorted, his smirk never faltering, even under the weight of her glare.

"Go be a dick somewhere else," Y/n shot back.

Jonathan's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and admiration as he watched Y/n stand up to Bo, her unwavering determination a stark contrast to the fear and apprehension that had gripped him only moments before.

For a moment, Bo seemed taken aback by Y/n's assertiveness, his usual swagger faltering in the face of her unwavering gaze. But then, with a mocking snort, he straightened up, his smirk morphing into a sneer as he turned his attention back to Jonathan.

"Looks like Scarecrow's got himself a little protector," Bo jeered, his words dripping with contempt.

Ignoring Bo's taunts, Y/n turned back to Jonathan, her expression softening with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her voice gentle and reassuring.

Jonathan couldn't help but nod, a surge of gratitude flooding through him at the genuine concern in her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied.

As the tension in the room began to settle, the teacher cleared their throat, drawing attention to the front of the classroom. With one last glance at Y/n, Jonathan turned his focus to the lesson.

Jonathan felt a gentle tap on his arm, pulling him from his thoughts. He turned to find Y/n looking at him with a kind expression.

"Sorry, I never actually caught your name before Bo started being a dick," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of apology.

"Jonathan," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, before turning her attention back to the front of the classroom.

As Jonathan watched her, a warmth spread through his chest, chasing away the lingering discomfort from Bo's earlier antics. In that brief exchange, he felt a connection form.

As Jonathan sat beside Y/n in class, his mind couldn't help but drift back to her. Her presence beside him seemed to fill the air with a quiet warmth, casting a soft glow over the otherwise mundane surroundings of the classroom.

He stole furtive glances in her direction, marveling at the way the sunlight danced in her hair, illuminating strands of gold like a halo. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the way her eyes flickered with concentration as she followed along with the lesson, every detail of her being seemed to captivate him in ways he couldn't quite comprehend.

He longed to hear her speak again, to lose himself in the melody of her words and the warmth of her smile. But more than anything, it was the way she made him feel, the sense of comfort and ease that washed over him in her presence. For the first time in a long while, Jonathan felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him, a belief that perhaps, just perhaps, there was something special blossoming between them.

As the final minutes of class ticked by, Jonathan's attention remained divided between the lesson and the gentle presence of Y/n beside him. He found himself stealing glances at her whenever he could, savoring the fleeting moments of shared proximity.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the period, Jonathan felt a pang of reluctance as he realized their time together was drawing to a close. He began gathering his belongings, his mind already drifting ahead to the remainder of the day.

But before he could make his exit, Y/n turned to him with a smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and kindness. "Hey, Jonathan," she said softly, "do you mind if I walk with you?"

Jonathan's heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the prospect of spending more time with her. "I don’t mind," he replied, almost too quickly.

Together, they made their way out of the classroom, the bustling halls alive with the energy of students eager to begin their weekend. As they walked side by side, Jonathan felt a sense of contentment wash over him, grateful for the unexpected situation that had brought them together.

As they stepped out of the building, Y/n cast a fleeting glance behind them before returning her focus to the path ahead. "I just really didn't want Bo to bother you any more than he already has. If you don't want me to walk with you, I totally get that," she said, her voice tinged with concern.

"It's fine... I don't mind," Jonathan replied, his words tinged with a mix of gratitude and disbelief.

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips as she looked at him. "Then I'll walk with you," she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth and sincerity.

As Jonathan processed Y/n's offer, a swirl of conflicting emotions churned within him.

On one hand, he was overwhelmed by a sense of disbelief and wonder that someone as kind and compassionate as Y/n would willingly extend such a gesture of friendship to him. It was a glimmer of light in the darkness of his daily struggles, a ray of hope that pierced through the clouds of uncertainty that hung heavy over his life.

But as he considered the practicalities of the situation, a nagging sense of apprehension gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. He couldn't shake the feeling that allowing Y/n to accompany him all the way to his house would only invite trouble. Grandma Keeny was not one to tolerate such liberties, and Jonathan knew all too well the consequences of crossing her.

With a heavy heart, Jonathan weighed his options. On one hand, he longed for the companionship and warmth that Y/n's presence offered. But on the other, he couldn't bear the thought of subjecting her to the wrath of Grandma Keeny.

In the end, Jonathan found himself at a crossroads, both metaphorically and literally, as they reached an intersection. With a heavy heart, he turned to Y/n, his expression a mixture of gratitude and reluctance.

"I'm going this way," he murmured, the words stumbling awkwardly from his lips.

Y/n's smile faltered slightly at his words, a flicker of confusion dancing in her eyes. "You don't want me to keep walking with you?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Jonathan hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to confide in Y/n and the fear of burdening her with his troubles. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head gently.

"It's not that," he began, his voice soft but resolute. "I just don't want to inconvenience you. It's a bit out of the way, and I wouldn't want to make you late home or anything."

Y/n regarded him with a thoughtful expression, her gaze searching his face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. After a moment, she nodded understandingly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Alright then," she said, her tone warm and reassuring. "Just know that the offer still stands if you ever need someone to walk with."

Jonathan felt a surge of gratitude wash over him at her words, a sense of warmth and belonging settling in the pit of his stomach. Though he couldn't bring himself to explain the full extent of his situation, he was grateful for Y/n's understanding and compassion.

With a final nod of thanks, Jonathan watched as Y/n continued on her way, her presence a comforting reminder that he wasn't alone in his struggles.

As Jonathan made his way along the footpath, the memory of Y/n lingered like a gentle breeze, offering a brief respite from the turmoil of his thoughts.

But as he neared his house, the weight of reality came crashing down upon him like a leaden blanket. The giddiness he felt began to wane, replaced by a sense of foreboding dread.

He couldn't bring himself to call it a home, not with the constant cloud of tension that hung heavy in the air. Grandma Keeny's presence loomed over the house like a specter, her disapproving gaze a constant reminder of the hell Jonathan endured within its walls.

With each step closer to the front door, Jonathan's stomach churned with a mixture of anxiety and apprehension. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, there would always be something for Grandma Keeny to find fault with.

But as he steeled himself to face whatever awaited him inside, a small voice whispered in the back of his mind, a reminder of the brief moment of solace he had found in Y/n's company. And for that fleeting moment, Jonathan allowed himself to cling to the hope that one day, he would find a place where he truly belonged.

As Jonathan entered the house, the air seemed to thicken with tension, each creak of the floorboards echoing through the house. He braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, steeling his nerves against the onslaught of Grandma Keeny's disapproving scrutiny.

Sure enough, as soon as he crossed the threshold, he was met with the sharp pang of her voice slicing through the silence like a knife. "You're late again, Jonathan," she scolded, her tone laced with thinly veiled disdain.

He hardly needed to glance at the clock to know she made that up. Jonathan bit back a retort, knowing from experience that it would only incite further wrath. Instead, he offered a mumbled apology, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground as he braced himself for the barrage of criticism that was sure to follow.

But to his surprise, Grandma Kenny's response was not as scathing as he had anticipated. "Don't let this happen again," she said curtly, her voice carrying a tone of warning.

Though her words lacked the usual venomous edge, Jonathan still felt the weight of her disapproval bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He nodded silently, knowing better than to provoke further confrontation.

As he retreated to his room. While he was grateful to have escaped unscathed this time, he couldn't shake the feeling that Grandma Keeny's temporary leniency was merely the calm before the storm.

As he settled into bed, the memory of Y/n's kind smile lingered in his mind like a flickering flame in the darkness. It was a reminder that even amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there were moments of warmth and kindness to be found.

But that moment of rest was short-lived. The tranquility shattered as Grandma Kenny's sharp voice pierced through the silence, demanding that he come downstairs to make her a coffee. Jonathan's shoulders sagged as he rolled his eyes, begrudgingly pushing himself off the bed.

Jonathan stood by his locker, the light of the hallway casting shadows across the floor. The low hum of students milling about filled the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter or snippets of conversation. He slowly grabbed each book from his locker, the scent of aged paper and faint traces of graphite wafting up as he sifted through the contents.

With each item he retrieved, Jonathan's mind wandered, lost in the potential chance of Y/n walking past. He imagined the rhythmic tap of her footsteps echoing down the corridor, the soft rustle of her clothing as she approached. His heart quickened at the thought of her warm smile, the playful glint in her eyes that never failed to captivate him.

In his mind, Jonathan pictured Y/n strolling alongside him to class, their conversation flowing effortlessly as if they had known each other for years. He envisioned himself maintaining composure, staying cool, without the usual nervousness that plagued him in social interactions. Imagining her radiant smile directed up at him, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder, hoping to see her.

Sure, he had only met her the day before and their only interactions were brief. Yet, in those fleeting moments, Jonathan felt a something with Y/n that bet any connection he had ever thought he shared with Sherry. The memory of his last crush on Sherry now seemed trivial and shallow in comparison to the depth of feeling he harbored for Y/n, he cringed just thinking about it.

Lost in his imagination, Jonathan nearly missed Y/n's presence walking through the hallway. She was a vision, just as captivating as the day prior. His heart quickened with anticipation, hoping for a fleeting glance from her. Yet, she passed by without so much as a glance in his direction.

Feeling a pang of disappointment, Jonathan turned back to his locker, cursing himself for entertaining such fantasies. He berated his own foolishness, knowing deep down that she wouldn't notice him. As he watched her move toward her own locker, he couldn't shake the sense of longing that lingered in his heart.

Jonathan couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched a guy approach Y/n at her locker. He felt a surge of jealousy rise within him, coupled with a gnawing sense of unease. His mind raced with scenarios, imagining the worst possible outcomes. What if this guy was her boyfriend? What if she preferred his company over Jonathan's?

He had completely forgetthen the about the possibility that she might already be in a relationship. A knot formed in his stomach as he watched them engage in conversation. He strained to hear snippets of their exchange, trying to decipher their relationship. His grip tightened on the books in his hands, his knuckles turning white with tension.

Jonathan's thoughts swirled with insecurity and doubt. He couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that washed over him. As he watched the interaction unfold, a sense of resignation settled over him. Perhaps it was best to keep his distance, to spare himself the inevitable disappointment of rejection.

As Jonathan closed his locker, he couldn't help but overhear the exchange between Y/n and the guy who had approached her. He lingered nearby, discreetly eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you every time, I don’t want to go out with you,” Y/n's voice carried a firmness, her words laced with frustration.

The guy persisted, undeterred. “And I shouldn’t have to tell you that I’m not a bad guy. What have you got to lose?” he argued.

Y/n didn't mince her words. “I’ve watched you and your friends bully people, yet you’re gonna stand there and tell me you’re not a bad guy?” Her tone was sharp, cutting through the air with conviction.

With a dismissive roll of his eyes, the guy retorted, “It’s just a bit of fun.”

Y/n's response was final. “Goodbye, now,” she stated firmly, closing her locker and walking away, leaving the guy behind.

Jonathan felt a wave of relief wash over him as he listened to the conversation unfold. Not only did it confirm that Y/n was single, but it also revealed her refusal to entertain someone disrespectful like that guy. Yet, alongside the relief, a simmering anger brewed within him. The audacity of that guy to treat her with such disrespect ignited a fire within Jonathan. Upon getting a closer look, he recognized the guy as one of the same guys who had tormented him before, one that hangs with Bo. Aaron was a real piece of shit.

Jonathan's gaze must have lingered for too long, for the Aaron turned to face him, his expression twisted with anger. "What are you looking at, Scarecrow?" he spat out aggressively.

Jonathan felt a surge of panic coursing through him, his muscles tensing in preparation for confrontation. However, before he could respond, the bell rang, cutting through the tension like a sharp blade. With a sense of relief, Jonathan hastily made his exit, heading off to his own class, leaving the guy behind in the hallway.

Jonathan managed to navigate his classes without encountering Aaron again, a small relief in an otherwise nerve racking day. As lunchtime arrived, he found himself in the crowded cafeteria.

For Jonathan, lunch was a simple affair. His pockets rarely held enough spare change to afford a cafeteria meal, and even if they did, the thought of eating the food they served was revolting in and of itself. Instead, he relied on the sandwich he'd prepared at home earlier that morning. A humble meal, but one that brought him comfort.

In the corner of the cafeteria, Jonathan sat in solitary silence, a lone figure amidst rest. With a library book propped open before him, he stole moments between bites of his homemade sandwich to immerse himself in its pages. The book was a refuge, a small rebellion against the suffocating grip of Grandma Kenny's stringent beliefs.

Jonathan didn’t want to imagine the consequences if Grandma Kenny were to discover his forbidden literary indulgence. Her wrath was legendary, her punishments cruel and unpredictable. From stupid chores to brutal beatings. Jonathan shuddered at the memory of being locked in the decrepit church, surrounded by the menacing caws of circling crows. An ordeal he'd endured more than once for daring to defy her rules.

He barely noticed that person approaching his table. Jonathan's heart jumped in his chest as he watched Aaron's hand descend upon the table with a thud, the sudden noise echoing in the cafeteria. His grip tightened on the book, his knuckles turning white, as he braced himself for whatever confrontation was about to unfold.

Aaron's smirk widened as he snatched the book from Jonathan's hands, flipping through its pages with a mocking chuckle. "What cha reading, Scarecrow?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

Jonathan remained rooted to his seat, his silence a stark contrast to Aaron's brash demeanor. Yet, beneath the surface, a torrent of emotions churned within him. Fear, anger, and a deep-seated sense of vulnerability.

With a swift motion, Aaron swatted Jonathan's sandwich off the table, the force causing crumbs to scatter across the surface. Jonathan flinched at the sudden movement, his fingers twitching as if instinctively reaching out to reclaim his meal.

But he held himself back, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Aaron. He knew better than to provoke further confrontation, especially in such a public setting. So, with a clenched jaw and a steely resolve, Jonathan remained silent, his eyes betraying none of the turmoil raging within.

Aaron's smirk widened at Jonathan's restraint, clearly relishing the power he held in this moment of dominance. With a swift motion, he tossed the book aside, its pages fluttering in protest before settling on the tabletop.

"What's the matter, Scarecrow? Cat got your tongue?" Aaron taunted, leaning in closer, his breath hot against Jonathan's ear.

Jonathan's jaw tightened further, his fingers curling into fists beneath the table. He refused to give Aaron the satisfaction of a response, knowing that any retort would only fuel the bully's ego. Instead, he focused on maintaining his composure, willing himself to remain calm in the face of adversity.

As Aaron continued to mock and jeer, Jonathan's mind raced, searching for an escape from this uncomfortable confrontation. He knew he couldn't let Aaron intimidate him, not again. With a deep breath, Jonathan forced himself to ignore the taunts, his eyes flickering momentarily to the scattered crumbs on the table.

Just as Aaron seemed poised to escalate the situation further, a familiar voice cut through the tension like a knife.

"Hey, Aaron, leave him alone."

Y/n stood at the edge of the table, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. Her presence seemed to catch Aaron off guard, his smirk faltering for just a moment before he composed himself.

"Mind your own business, Y/n," Aaron retorted, his tone dripping with disdain.

"And you wonder why I won’t go out with you," Y/n shot back, her voice unwavering.

Jonathan watched in awe as Y/n stood her ground, her confidence radiating in the face of adversity. He felt a surge of gratitude towards her, knowing that she had once again stepped in to defend him.

Aaron's eyes narrowed as he glared at Y/n, clearly unaccustomed to being challenged. For a moment, the cafeteria seemed to hold its breath, or atleast it did for Jonathan.

But then, with a frustrated huff, Aaron shoved himself away from the table, casting one last menacing glare at Jonathan before stalking off into the crowd.

Y/n exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing as the immediate threat dissipated. She turned to Jonathan with a sympathetic smile, offering him a reassuring nod.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, concern evident in her eyes.

Jonathan nodded, gratitude swelling in his chest. "Thanks to you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's smile widened, and she reached out to gently squeeze his shoulder. "Anytime," she said. “You wanna come sit with my friends and me?” Y/n offered, her voice carrying a warmth that melted away some of Jonathan's anxiety.

Jonathan felt his heart flutter in his chest. Was she really inviting him to join her? He glanced down, adjusting his glasses to hide the nervousness he felt bubbling inside.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just don’t want Aaron coming back to bother you,” Y/n added, her concern evident in her tone.

“I’d like that,” Jonathan replied, his voice soft but resolute.

Y/n's smile widened. Jonathan began gathering his things, carefully stowing his book in his bag before turning to his sandwich. However, his heart sank as he realized it had been scattered across the table, a casualty of Aaron's aggression.

With a frustrated huff, Jonathan began collecting the remnants of his meal, his movements tinged with embarrassment. Y/n watched him with a sympathetic gaze.

“Do you have anything else to eat?” Y/n asked gently.

Jonathan shook his head, a pang of hunger gnawing at his stomach as he disposed of the ruined sandwich in the nearby bin.

“I have some food you can have if you’d like,” Y/n offered, her voice warm and inviting.

“It’s okay, you should eat your food, don’t worry about me,” Jonathan replied, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“It’s fine, my dad always packs me too much anyways,” Y/n insisted, her smile unwavering.

Y/n reached out a hand towards Jonathan, silently inviting him to join her. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and gratitude, before accepting her gesture.

As they walked together towards Y/n's table, Jonathan couldn't help but steal glances at her. She walked with an effortless grace, her presence exuding a sense of comfort that eased the tension coiled within him.

Arriving at the table, Y/n pulled out a sandwich from her bag, “You can have this one, I don’t feel like eating two ham sandwiches today.” Without hesitation, she handed it to Jonathan, a small but genuine smile gracing her lips.

Jonathan accepted the sandwich with a grateful nod, his stomach rumbling in anticipation of the unexpected meal. He glanced around the table, noticing Y/n's friends chatting and laughing amongst themselves. They didn't seem to pay him much mind, but Jonathan didn't mind. His focus was solely on Y/n, her presence casting a comforting glow that made him feel at ease.

Settling into his seat, Jonathan began unwrapping the sandwich, the simple act of kindness from Y/n filling him with a sense of warmth that he hadn't felt in a long time. As he took a bite, he couldn't help but steal another glance at Y/n, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over him for her unexpected kindness.

It was perfect that he shared lunch with Y/n, not just because Jonathan cherished her company, but also because they had a class together, offering the perfect excuse to stroll side by side. With each step, Jonathan felt a sense of pride swell within him, as if walking with Y/n wasn’t just out of practicality, but because they were together, almost like a couple.

Y/n's lively chatter filled the air as they walked through the corridors, but Jonathan found himself lost in her presence, captivated by her every word and movement. Arriving at their classroom, they settled into their familiar seats, and Jonathan couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as Y/n's arm brushed against his own, sending his heart into a flutter.

In that moment, Jonathan felt a sense of certainty wash over him. Y/n was meant for him, of that he was sure. Her smiles, her kindness, her very essence seemed to affirm his belief. No girl had ever shown him such warmth, and he couldn't deny the connection he felt with her.

As he sat beside her, Jonathan knew he had to ask her out. It had taken him over a week to muster the courage to ask out Sherry, but with Y/n, it felt different. She lifted his spirits effortlessly, instilling in him a newfound confidence. Though they had only known each other for a short time, Jonathan couldn't shake the feeling that she was the right one.

Walking out of class together, their steps echoing faintly in the empty hallway, Jonathan and Y/n exchanged casual conversation. Their last periods were both study periods, which gave them the opportunity to leave school early. As they stepped into the open air outside the building, Jonathan's heart drummed against his ribcage. He knew he had to ask her out. There was no turning back now.

Approaching the familiar corner where their paths diverged, the pair came to a halt and turned to face each other. The soft afternoon sunlight cast a warm glow around them, highlighting Y/n's radiant smile.

"Thanks for walking with me. See you tomorrow," Y/n said, her smile warming Jonathan's heart as she prepared to bid him farewell.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Jonathan spoke up, his words hanging in the air between them like delicate wisps of anticipation. "U-uh, Y/n?" he began, his voice betraying a slight tremor of nervousness.

"Yes, Jonathan?" Y/n replied, her eyes fixed on him expectantly, a gentle curiosity gleaming within them.

This was his moment. Jonathan took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. "I-I was wondering… if y-you'd like to go out with me?" he managed to utter, his heart pounding furiously against his chest, his hands trembling ever so slightly with nervous anticipation.

As he observed her reaction, he detected a subtle change in her demeanor. The radiant smile that had graced her lips moments ago seemed to wane, replaced by a hint of saddness that creased her brow ever so slightly. Jonathan's stomach churned with apprehension as he realized he might have misread the situation.

In that moment, he felt like a complete idiot. He berated himself internally for being so stupid, for daring to hope for something more. Jonathan's gaze faltered, his eyes dropping to the ground in a gesture of defeat. He cursed his own foolishness, reprimanding himself for misinterpreting Y/n's kindness as something it wasn't.

"I'm sorry, I never should have asked," Jonathan murmured, his voice tinged with shame.

Y/n's gentle touch on his arm made him glance up, meeting her gaze once more. He was met with a look of sincerity and understanding, her eyes soft with empathy.

"No, it's not that, Jonathan..." Y/n began, her voice tender as she sought to reassure him. "I'm sorry, I do like you, Jonathan, it's just... I'm not really ready to date anyone at the moment," she explained, her words laced with a hint of guilt.

Jonathan felt a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over him. He appreciated Y/n's honesty, but he couldn't shake the sting of rejection. Nevertheless, he managed a small nod, acknowledging her words.

Jonathan's heart sank as he prepared himself for rejection, his mind already forming apologies for his audacity. But then, Y/n spoke, her voice soft yet firm, cutting through the heavy atmosphere like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

"It's okay, Y/n," Jonathan replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of disappointment and acceptance. "I understand. Thank you for being honest with me."

Y/n's expression softened, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thank you for understanding, Jonathan. You're a good friend."

The weight of her words settled over him, and Jonathan couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth blossom within his chest. Despite the outcome not being what he had hoped for, he found solace in the bond they shared and the prospect of their continued friendship.

With a faint smile, Jonathan mustered the courage to meet Y/n's gaze once more. "I'm glad we can still be friends," he said, his voice soft yet sincere.

Y/n returned his smile, her eyes reflecting warmth and gratitude. "Me too, Jonathan," she replied, reaching out to gently squeeze his arm.

Jonathan's heart swelled as she suddenly pulled him closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace. His breath caught in his throat, momentarily stunned by the unexpected gesture. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, savoring the fleeting moment between them.

As Y/n pulled away, Jonathan couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, wishing he could hold onto the moment just a little longer. He watched in awe as she walked away, her figure disappearing down the street. Despite the bittersweet twinge of unrequited feelings, Jonathan couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Y/n's grace and kindness.

He knew that she was the one he wanted to be with. Her kindness, understanding, and genuine nature spoke volumes to him, reaffirming his belief that she was worth waiting for.

As he watched her walk away, Jonathan couldn't help but feel a profound sense of connection to her, a feeling he hadn't experienced with anyone else before. He knew that their bond was special, even if it wasn't romantic just yet. And while he longed for more, he was willing to be patient, knowing that good things often took time.

With a wistful smile, Jonathan silently vowed to cherish their friendship and support Y/n in any way he could. He was willing to wait for her, confident that their paths would eventually align in the future. And as he continued on his journey home, he carried with him a sense of hope and anticipation, knowing that she was worth the wait.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to come out, as usual, uni shit 💀 (cause I'm a dumb ass doing a double major) I set this after the Halloween party, so Jonathan probably should have been more aggressive and all that shit, but in the comic, he's all shy and all that stuff with Sherry (before the prank), so I wanted to keep along those lines. I really hope I did this request justice as I loved it so much. Thank you all for reading and I hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it 💚

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would you consider writing a part two for you are the right one 🥹? it was sooo amazing

You Are The Right One - Jonathan Crane x Reader (Part 2/2)

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader High School!Jonathan Crane,

Word Count: 7902

Warnings: bullying, fake gun, minor character death

Summary: Prom night (not much else to say XD)

A/N: never expected so much support on the first part, but here we are again, lol I wanted to keep this part simple so yeah :P sorry it took so long to get to this request, but here it is 💚

(Part 1)

Jonathan had never expected much from their friendship, but Y/n quickly became a surprising beacon of kindness in his life. From the very beginning, she treated him with genuine warmth, defending him against the mockery of their peers without hesitation. No matter how others viewed their unlikely pairing, him, the lanky, awkward outcast, and her, the stunning girl who seemed to effortlessly command attention, Y/n never let societal judgments deter her. She stood by him, offering support and friendship with a sincerity that left him in awe.

In a world where he often felt invisible, she made him feel seen, valued, and accepted. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and her smile could brighten even his darkest days. Jonathan treasured her not only for her beauty but for her unwavering belief in him. Every moment they shared reinforced the depth of his feelings, he found himself drawn to her in a way he could never have anticipated.

She was a rare light in his life, illuminating the shadows of his insecurities, and he couldn't help but cherish every second they spent together.

Jonathan had become adept at sneaking out from his grandmother's house, having cleverly slipped her a mild sedative while making her tea to ensure she sleep while he slipped away to spend time with Y/n. This little escapade had turned into a routine, a cherished ritual that gave him a sense of freedom he had rarely experienced before.

Tonight, they found themselves in Y/n’s cozy bedroom, the soft glow of fairy lights along her wall casting a warm ambiance as they settled in for an evening of studying. Y/n lay comfortably on her bed, surrounded by scattered textbooks and notes, her hair spilling around her like a halo. Meanwhile, Jonathan sat at her desk, the clutter of papers and books mirroring the chaos in his mind.

As he focused on the math problems before him, he couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/n. She had a way of losing herself in her studies, her brow furrowed in concentration, and he found himself mesmerized by her determination. It was in these quiet moments that Jonathan’s internal struggle intensified. The more time he spent with her, the deeper his feelings grew, a feeling he had tried to suppress, fearing the potential for heartache.

He felt like a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece, and Y/n was that missing piece, effortlessly filling a void he had long felt. Yet, doubt crept in, he worried about his place in her life. Did she see him as just a friend, a study buddy? Or was there something more beneath the surface? She already knew how he felt, but he wanted to know her feelings better. When she had rejected him, she was so kind, and even mentioned liking him too, but how far did this like go? He wasn’t sure.

As the minutes slipped away, Jonathan felt an undeniable pull towards her, a longing to bridge the gap between friendship and something deeper. He could hear her soft laughter mingling with the rustling pages, and it made his heart race. In that small, intimate space, he felt both elated and terrified, caught in a delicate balance of hope and uncertainty.

“Okay, so I think I finally understand this stuff..” Y/n said, glancing up at him with a playful grin. “Just don’t ask me to explain it. I might just confuse both of us.”

Jonathan chuckled, the sound a little breathless as he caught her eye. “I never thought someone could make this subject hard, but you manage to surprise me.”

“Hey, this is hard!” she laughed, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at him. “But seriously, I need to pass this shit.”

“Trust me, you will,” he replied, a warmth spreading in his chest as he admired her enthusiasm.

As he scribbled down a few notes, Jonathan couldn’t help but steal glances at her. Y/n had a way of losing herself in her studies, her brow furrowed in concentration, and he found himself mesmerized by her determination. It was in these quiet moments that his internal struggle intensified. The more time he spent with her, the deeper his feelings grew, a feeling he had tried to suppress, fearing the potential for heartache.

“Hey, are you even listening?” Y/n nudged him playfully, pulling him from his thoughts.

“U-uh, yes! Yep…” he said, smiling sheepishly. “Just…admiring your studying technique..” he knew he sounded stupid, but it was better than admitting he got distracted looking at her.

She rolled her eyes, though her smile betrayed her amusement. “Well, you’re the one who’s keeping me company. That makes it a lot easier. Plus, we’re basically a study power duo now.”

As they settled down from study session, Y/n casually flipped through her notes, her eyes lighting up. “So, have you thought about prom yet? It’s coming up pretty soon!”

Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of prom. Memories of Bo and Sherry’s relentless bullying flashed in his mind, their taunts echoing like a bad dream. He had been planning his revenge on them for weeks, envisioning the perfect way to make them pay for the humiliation they’d caused him. But as he looked at Y/n, her excitement contagious, he forced himself to focus on the present.

“Prom, huh?” he replied, trying to keep his tone light despite the turmoil brewing inside him. “Yeah, I guess it’s around the corner. Are you planning to go?”

Y/n leaned back on her bed, a dreamy expression on her face. “Of course! I’ve already got a dress picked out. It’s this gorgeous red color that really pops. I can’t wait to see everyone dressed up.”

Jonathan felt a pang of jealousy mixed with admiration. “I bet you’ll look amazing,” he said, his voice genuine despite his internal conflict.

In his mind, he couldn’t help but picture her twirling in that dress, her laughter ringing through the air. It was a beautiful image, but it only fueled the darker thoughts that had taken root.

“Do you have a date?” he asked, casually, even though he was bracing himself for her answer. The thought of her going with someone else made his stomach twist.

She shrugged, her expression turning thoughtful. “Not yet. I mean, it would be nice to go with someone, but I’m also okay with just having fun with friends. What about you?”

Jonathan hesitated, a mix of emotions swirling within him. “I haven’t really thought about it. I’m just…more focused on other things right now.”

Y/n tilted her head, sensing the shift in his mood. “Oh? Like what? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

He forced a smile, trying to keep the darkness of his revenge plan at bay. “Just school stuff, you know? Nothing too exciting.”

“Okay, but if you change your mind, I’m here,” she said, her voice softening. “I just want you to be happy, Jonathan.”

Her kindness wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, making it harder to maintain the façade he’d built around his plans for Bo and Sherry. The more she spoke, the more he found himself torn between his desire for revenge and his growing affection for Y/n.

As their conversations flowed effortlessly, neither of them noticed the time slipping away until the room grew darker, the soft glow of fairy lights casting long shadows across the walls. Jonathan glanced at the clock on Y/n’s desk, his heart sinking a little as he realized how late it had gotten.

“I should probably head home,” he said reluctantly, pushing his chair back from the desk. A wave of disappointment washed over him, he always wished their time together could last just a little longer.

“Yeah, I guess it’s getting late,” Y/n replied, her tone a mix of understanding and regret. She sat up on the bed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Jonathan smiled, grateful for the gesture. He gathered his things, shoving his books into his backpack with a sense of urgency, not wanting to leave but knowing he had to. As he moved, he stole glances at Y/n, who was already standing by the door, her silhouette framed in the soft light.

When he reached her, Y/n opened the door, and the cool evening air rushed in, carrying the scent of blooming flowers from outside. “Thanks for coming over, Jonathan. I had a great time,” she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

“Me too. I always do,” he replied, his heart racing slightly as their eyes locked. The moment felt charged, a silent understanding hanging between them. For a brief second, he considered leaning in, maybe even telling her how much she meant to him, but the weight of his unspoken feelings held him back.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay walking back?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. “I know it’s dark, and you never know who might be lurking around.”

He chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. “I think I can handle it.”

“Well, just know, I can walk you back anytime..” she said.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied, the warmth spreading through him again.

As he stepped outside, the chill of the night air hit him, grounding him in reality. He turned back to look at Y/n one last time, her expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “Goodnight, Y/n,” he said, his voice soft but sincere.

“Goodnight, Jonathan,” she called after him, her voice echoing in the stillness of the night.

As Jonathan walked down the driveway, the gravel crunching softly underfoot, he felt the cool night air wrapping around him. Just as he reached the end of the driveway, he heard Y/n call out behind him, her voice breaking the stillness of the evening.

“Jonathan! Wait!”

He turned to see her jogging toward him, her cheeks slightly flushed, a mixture of nervousness and determination etched across her features. His heart raced again, curiosity and hope flooding his senses.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice as he took a step closer to her.

Y/n stopped in front of him, her breathing slightly uneven as she gathered her thoughts. “I, um…I’ve been thinking,” she started, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides. “And I just…I really want to ask you something important.”

Jonathan’s stomach knotted with anticipation, his mind racing. He held his breath, waiting for her to continue.

“I was wondering…would you be my prom date?” The words tumbled out in a rush, her eyes wide with a mix of hope and anxiety. “I mean, if you want to, of course! It’s totally okay if you’re not interested or already have someone else in mind. I just thought…it could be fun.”

A wave of disbelief washed over Jonathan. This was the last thing he had expected. His heart soared at her request, but confusion washed over him. He had been planning his revenge on Bo and Sherry, but here was Y/n, standing in front of him, and all he could think about was how perfect it would be to go to prom with her.

“Wow, Y/n…I, uh…” he stammered, searching her eyes for reassurance. “I’d love to go with you.”

Her face broke into a bright smile, the nervousness melting away as relief washed over her. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yeah, I really mean it,” he replied, a smile creeping onto his face. “I can’t think of anything better than going to prom with you.”

Y/n’s joy was palpable as she took a step closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Great! This is going to be so much fun!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Y/n stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Jonathan in an enthusiastic hug. He froze for a brief second, taken aback by the warmth and affection enveloping him. The scent of her hair, a sweet mix of shampoo and something floral, filled his senses, and he couldn’t help but feel a rush of happiness.

After a heartbeat of surprise, he instinctively hugged her back, his arms encircling her waist gently. She fit perfectly against him, and for that moment, all his worries faded away, leaving just the two of them standing together in the soft glow of the streetlights.

“Thank you for saying yes,” she murmured against his shoulder, her voice muffled but filled with joy.

“Of course,” he replied, feeling his heart race as he savored the moment. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

As they slowly pulled away from the embrace, Y/n’s cheeks were flushed with happiness, and Jonathan couldn’t help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm.

“Okay, I should really let you go before we stand here all night,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. “But I’m so glad we’re going together!”

“Me too,” Jonathan agreed, still feeling the warmth of her hug lingering on his skin. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Jonathan!” she said, taking a step back toward the house.

He smiled, watching as she waved at him with a radiant smile before turning to head inside.

He turned back to the driveway, feeling lighter than he had in a long time, a smile tugging at his lips as he walked away. Tonight had turned out to be more than he could have ever hoped for, and as he made his way home, thoughts of prom, and the girl he was going with, filled his mind.

Jonathan lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a grin he couldn’t shake. He replayed the evening in his mind, the warmth of Y/n’s hug, the sparkle in her eyes when he said yes. She’d asked him to prom, and he couldn’t help the thrill that surged through him. It was almost unreal, a dream he hadn’t even dared to hope for. He was going to prom with Y/n, and for once, he felt like maybe he could be something more than the awkward, outcast “loser” everyone saw him as.

But as his excitement buzzed through him, a darker thought crept in, shadowing his joy. Bo and Sherry. He had a plan for them, a carefully crafted, calculated scheme he’d been piecing together for weeks. The hurt they’d inflicted on him wasn’t something he could just shrug off. He wanted them to pay for every insult, every time they’d made him feel small and insignificant. Prom had seemed like the perfect time to exact his revenge.

Now, though, things felt tangled. He’d been so certain of his plan, yet tonight, standing in Y/n’s driveway, feeling her warmth and hearing the hope in her voice, he’d hesitated. This was the one night she deserved to be perfect, untouched by his grudges and vendettas. But could he really let go of what he’d spent so long planning?

He sighed, turning on his side and clenching his fists against the sheets. The excitement of being with Y/n battled against the pull of his anger, his need to get even. He wanted this night to be special for her, but a part of him also wanted the satisfaction of finally standing up for himself, of seeing Bo and Sherry squirm.

Laying there, Jonathan wrestled with his emotions, caught between the thrill of going to prom with her and the temptation of revenge.

Jonathan pushed himself up from his bed, unable to quiet the turmoil churning inside him. The thrill of Y/n’s invitation lingered, but his mind wouldn’t let go of the memories of Bo and Sherry’s cruelty. He crossed the room, settling at his desk and resting his arms on its worn surface, eyes drifting to the window. The night was still and quiet, the world outside bathed in pale moonlight.

His gaze landed on the lone scarecrow standing vigil in the middle of the cornfield, its ragged figure barely swaying in the breeze. The old thing had always unsettled him, but tonight, it seemed different, almost…inviting. A twisted reflection of himself, abandoned and forgotten, but strong in its solitude. Just like him, it stood alone, its hollow eyes staring back at him from across the field as if it understood his darkest thoughts.

The scarecrow had weathered countless storms, just as he’d endured years of torment. And now, for the first time, Jonathan could imagine himself with that same relentless resolve, ready to push back against those who’d made his life a living hell. Bo and Sherry had sneered at him, humiliated him, yet here he was, determined, calculating, and now, thanks to Y/n, even hopeful.

He tore his gaze away from the scarecrow, his heart racing as he glanced back around his quiet room. Y/n had pulled him out of the shadows, made him feel seen. But he couldn’t deny the urge bubbling up in him, the need to make Bo and Sherry pay.

The days leading up to prom passed in a blur of quiet excitement for Jonathan. Every day after school, he and Y/n would meet up to discuss their plans, Y/n’s voice bubbling over with enthusiasm as she talked about her dress and what the night might be like. For once, Jonathan found himself swept up in the normalcy of it all, like he was just any other teenager getting ready for prom.

Y/n insisted on picking colors that wouldn’t clash as she had already picked out her dress, and though Jonathan didn’t care much about the details, he nodded along, letting her excitement carry him. She’d managed to rope him into a shopping trip to pick out a corsage, which she insisted he give her on prom night, despite his lack of experience in anything remotely romantic. Yet he found himself oddly happy as they picked out flowers, grateful to have even this small experience with her.

Meanwhile, Jonathan had managed to scrape together a plan for his attire. He’d gotten hold of an old, dusty tuxedo from a thrift store, a simple black suit that had seen better days but fit well enough. He’d slipped out of the house to buy it late one evening, clutching the stolen bills he’d swiped from his grandmother’s purse. She’d hardly notice, anyway, with all the sleeping pills he’d been slipping into her nightly tea. She drifted into an oblivious slumber every night, and he doubted she’d even realize the money was gone.

Now, with his suit tucked away in his closet and Y/n’s eager calls buzzing through the phone every evening, Jonathan felt a strange mix of anticipation and unease. He was so close to having a perfect night with her, the kind of night he’d never thought he’d experience. But lurking underneath his excitement was the dark reminder of what he planned to do.

- Jonathan stood nervously on Y/n's front porch, adjusting the slightly too-short sleeves of his tuxedo. The suit wasn’t perfect, but he hoped it would do. His hands were clammy, his heart racing as he glanced at the corsage in his hand, a delicate arrangement of flowers they’d picked out together. He could feel the hidden fabric inside his jacket, waiting for the right moment. He’d run through this moment a hundred times in his mind, but as he waited for her to come to the door, all the scenarios he’d imagined vanished, replaced with a nervous buzz.

Just as he was about to knock again, the door swung open, and there she was, standing in the entryway with a soft smile that lit up her face. She wore a deep red dress, simple yet elegant, and it took his breath away. The dress shimmered under the porch light, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

“Wow…Y/n, you look…” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, “amazing.”

Her smile widened, and he felt a warmth spread through him as she glanced at him, her eyes flicking over his suit with a small, approving nod. “Thanks, Jonathan. And look at you! You clean up really well,” she said, clearly impressed, her voice carrying an affectionate teasing note. “And I see you got the corsage. Good choice.”

He smiled shyly, relieved. “I had some help with that.” He extended his hand, offering her the corsage. Gently, she slipped her hand into his as he carefully tied it around her wrist. For a moment, everything else faded away, and he could only see her, beaming up at him.

“Ready?” she asked, her voice bright with anticipation.

He took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The ride to the school was filled with soft music from the radio, and Jonathan sat in the backseat beside Y/n, trying to ignore the occasional, watchful glances from her dad in the rearview mirror. Y/n chatted easily with her father, the conversation light and casual, as if it were just another day. But Jonathan’s mind was racing, and he found himself squeezing his hands together to keep his nerves in check.

When they finally pulled up to the school, the building was decked out in strings of fairy lights and a couple of banners to give it that “special occasion” look. It was obvious the school had saved on budget, but somehow, in the glow of the lights and the soft murmur of students gathering at the entrance, it felt almost magical.

Y/n’s dad turned to face them from the driver’s seat, giving Jonathan an almost fatherly look of both caution and approval. “You two have fun,” he said, his tone light but pointed. Then, he winked at Y/n. “I’ll be back at eleven sharp to pick you up.”

Y/n smiled, giving her dad a small wave. “Thanks, Dad. See you later.”

With a final nod, her dad drove off, leaving them standing side by side at the entrance. Jonathan took a deep breath, glancing around at the other students arriving in pairs and groups. Despite the nervous energy, a surge of confidence welled up in him when he felt Y/n’s arm loop around his.

“You ready?” she asked, her eyes shining with excitement as she looked up at him.

Jonathan grinned, the warmth of her presence calming his nerves. “Yeah. Let’s make it a night to remember.”

They stepped into the transformed gym, where colorful streamers hung from the ceiling, and a disco ball cast shimmery patterns across the walls. The music was already blaring, and clusters of students filled the floor, chatting, laughing, and dancing. Despite the somewhat tacky decorations, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Jonathan couldn’t help but feel swept up in it as Y/n led him further inside.

"Can you believe it? Prom," Y/n laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "I never thought I’d actually care about this, but…it feels kind of fun, right?"

Jonathan chuckled, his nerves easing as he saw her joy. "I think it’s safe to say that if you’re here, it’s going to be fun."

She laughed, clearly flattered, and soon they found themselves swaying together as a slower song came on. Jonathan’s heartbeat quickened as he placed his hands carefully on her waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at him with an easy smile. He tried to keep his gaze steady, to keep himself in the moment and not get lost in his thoughts of revenge, but being this close to her made his brain waver.

Y/n’s laughter was infectious, and he found himself joining her in silly, exaggerated dance moves, spinning her dramatically to make her laugh harder. She’d step on his toes or twirl too fast, but they’d laugh it off, sharing smiles and glances that lingered longer than usual. At one point, he mustered enough confidence to try a dip, catching her by surprise and making her laugh as he carefully pulled her back up.

“Look at you, got the smooth moves!” she teased, her eyes glimmering with delight.

He shrugged, a newfound confidence glinting in his eyes. “Guess I’m just full of surprises.”

For a while, they danced and laughed like nothing else existed. Jonathan even felt his own insecurities fade, replaced by the simple joy of being with her. But as the night went on, an unsettling reminder began to creep back into his mind, tugging at the edges of his thoughts.

As they took a break, stepping off the dance floor to catch their breath, he caught sight of Bo and Sherry laughing together across the room. The sight sent a cold jolt through him, reigniting the bitterness that had simmered beneath the surface all night. He tried to push it away, focusing on Y/n’s smiling face, her flushed cheeks from dancing, but the gnawing need for revenge was persistent.

She noticed his change in expression, tilting her head with a concerned smile. “Hey, you okay?”

Jonathan caught sight of Bo and Sherry across the room, laughing loudly with their friends, their mocking faces a reminder of every miserable moment they’d put him through. His fists clenched almost instinctively, but then he felt the warmth of Y/n’s hand on his arm.

She was smiling at him and any thoughts of revenge seemed to fade into the background. Right now, here with her, he didn’t want to be that person. He just wanted to enjoy the night, to let himself be a different Jonathan, the one who could laugh, dance, and feel like he actually belonged somewhere.

He looked down at her and grinned, the tension slipping away. "Come on," he said, pulling her gently back toward the dance floor. "We’ve still got more terrible dance moves to show off."

She laughed, squeezing his hand. “That’s the spirit.”

Ignoring the ghosts of his past, Jonathan let himself be present with Y/n, immersing himself in the music, the laughter, and the freedom of the night. He knew the weight of his old grudges would return eventually, but for now, he didn’t care. All that mattered was this moment, here with her.

That’s when Jonathan stumbled forward, a sharp pain shot through his knee as he hit the floor hard. Laughter echoed above him, and he didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Oops, didn’t see you there, Scarecrow,” Bo sneered, his voice laced with mockery. He chuckled, reveling in the scene he’d created.

Before Jonathan could gather himself, he felt Y/n’s hands reach under his arm, helping him back onto his feet. Her expression was fiery as she turned to face Bo.

“What’s your problem?!” she demanded, her voice loud enough to turn heads nearby. Her gaze was unwavering, fierce with protectiveness.

Bo only laughed, clearly amused by her anger. Sherry, standing just behind him, rolled her eyes, tugging on Bo’s arm.

“Oh, leave it,” she said dismissively, shooting Jonathan a disdainful glance. “I want to have fun tonight, not waste time on some loser.”

With that, she pulled Bo away, leaving them snickering as they disappeared into the crowd.

Jonathan’s hands tightened into fists, his heart racing as anger swirled within him. But beside him, Y/n’s hand rested gently on his arm, grounding him. She looked up at him, her expression softening.

“You okay?” she asked quietly, her eyes full of concern and warmth.

He nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah…thanks.”

But as they returned to the dance floor, the desire for revenge simmered beneath his skin. Bo and Sherry weren’t just going to walk away from this. Not tonight. Not after everything.

As the music shifted to a slow, melodic tune, Y/n took Jonathan’s hand and led him further into the dance floor. The tension lingered in the air, but she tried to shake it off, wanting to focus on the moment with him. As they swayed gently to the rhythm, she couldn’t help but glance up at Jonathan, concern etched across her features.

“Are you really okay?” she asked softly, her brow furrowed. “That looked like it hurt.”

Jonathan forced a smile, though the weight of his earlier encounter hung heavy in his mind. “Honestly, I’m fine. Just a little bump.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “Don’t worry about it.”

Y/n searched his eyes, looking for any hint of the anger that had flared just moments before, but instead, she found a flicker of vulnerability. “You know they’re just trying to get a rise out of you, right? You don’t have to let them win.”

Jonathan hesitated, the familiar urge to retaliate bubbling up again. “I know,” he replied, his voice low. “But it’s hard not to think about it when they just—” He paused, looking away, unable to fully articulate the frustration. “It’s easier to just brush it off and enjoy the night with you.”

She offered him a small, reassuring smile, the warmth of her presence washing over him. “That’s what you should do. Just be here with me. I want this night to be special for both of us.”

As they continued to sway together, the world around them faded, leaving only the soft sound of the music and the gentle thumping of their hearts. Jonathan inhaled deeply, letting Y/n’s words sink in.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice steadying. “Let’s make the most of it.” He leaned down slightly, his forehead resting against hers, and for a moment, everything else faded away. All that mattered was Y/n, and the dance they shared under the glittering lights of the gym.

As they continued to dance, the gentle rhythm of the music wrapped around them like a soft blanket. Jonathan felt the weight of the moment, the intimacy of it all stirring something deeper inside him. He looked down at Y/n, noticing the way her cheeks flushed under the soft glow of the lights.

Suddenly, Y/n pulled back slightly, her gaze dropping to the floor, and a shyness washed over her. Jonathan could see her thoughts racing, and his heart quickened in anticipation.

“Jonathan,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I…I need to tell you something.” She hesitated, biting her lip nervously. “When I rejected you before, I meant what I said, I really do like you. It’s just…I wasn’t ready to date anyone at the time. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Jonathan’s breath hitched, his heart pounding at her admission. He searched her eyes, trying to gauge what this meant.

“But now,” she continued, glancing up at him with a mix of hope and uncertainty, “I feel different. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I really want to give it a chance…if you’re still interested.”

His heart soared at her words, a smile breaking across his face. “Y/n, I’ve liked you for so long. I was worried I’d messed everything up after that.”

She shook her head, her own smile growing brighter. “No, you didn’t. I just needed time to figure things out for myself. And now that I’m here with you…it feels right.”

Jonathan’s pulse quickened as he processed her confession. He drew her in closer, savoring the warmth of her body against his. “I want that too.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled, her nervousness fading as a sense of relief washed over her. “So, we’re really doing this?”

Jonathan nodded earnestly, the moment feeling surreal. “Yeah, I want to be with you.”

As they held each other, the music enveloping them, he felt an overwhelming rush of happiness, but in the back of his mind, the shadow of his revenge plan lingered. He pushed it aside for now, focused solely on Y/n, the girl who had somehow become everything to him in such a short time.

As Y/n leaned in closer, the world around Jonathan seemed to melt away. The way she looked at him, with a mixture of shyness and eagerness, ignited a fire of anticipation within him. His heart raced like crazy, each beat echoing the desire he had held onto for so long. The thought of kissing her, of feeling her warmth against him, sent a thrill coursing through his veins.

But just as the moment felt perfectly poised, Jonathan caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. His heart sank as he saw Bo and Sherry slipping out of the gym, their laughter echoing behind them like nails on a chalkboard. The realization hit him like a bucket of ice water, this was his chance, and it was slipping away.

He hesitated, torn between the sweet promise of Y/n's lips and the bitterness of revenge that bubbled just beneath the surface. The plan he had formulated, the chance to finally confront Bo and Sherry for everything they had done to him, loomed large in his mind. If he didn’t act now, he might never get the opportunity again.

“Y/n…” Jonathan said suddenly, his voice tinged with urgency. He stepped back slightly, trying to mask his internal conflict. “I’ll be right back. Just…give me a second.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion, disappointment flickering across her face. “Jonathan? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll explain later, I promise,” he said, already backing away from her, his heart racing for a different reason now. “Just…stay here, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

Before she could respond, he turned on his heel and pushed through the herd of students, the music and laughter fading behind him as he focused on Bo and Sherry’s retreating figures. He felt a mix of adrenaline and anxiety coursing through him; this was it. The moment he had been waiting for.

As he moved swiftly through the crowd, Jonathan felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him. But with every step, he reminded himself that he needed to take control. The memory of Y/n’s smile and their near-kiss fueled his determination. Turning back to look at her, he could see the disappointment in her eyes and he felt horrible but tonight was about more than just a dance, it was about standing up for himself. He wasn’t going to let Bo and Sherry ruin it for him any longer.

He spotted them outside, laughing as they walked away, blissfully unaware of his approach. With every ounce of courage he could muster, Jonathan steeled himself for the confrontation he had long envisioned, pushing aside his moment with Y/n for the sake of justice.

As Jonathan trailed behind Bo and Sherry, a surge of adrenaline propelled him forward. He could see them heading toward Bo’s car, the laughter and carefree banter carrying over the low hum of the night. The familiar knot of anger twisted in his stomach, but he channeled that energy into determination. He wouldn’t let this chance slip away.

The pair drove to a secluded area near the woods, a spot Jonathan recognized as a local hangout where teens often came to escape prying eyes. He crept behind the trees, keeping low as he watched them pull up and park. As they wrapped up in each other and caught in their own little world, Jonathan knew he had to act quickly.

He spotted a sturdy tree nearby, its branches thick and inviting. Without hesitating, he made his way to it, his heart pounding in his ears. He climbed with urgency, the rough bark scraping against his palms as he pulled himself higher and higher until he found a branch that provided a perfect vantage point above them.

From his perch, he could see Bo and Sherry in the car, their laughter echoing through the cool night air. They were completely oblivious to his presence, lost in the haze of their own affection. Jonathan took a moment to steady his breathing, the sounds of their kisses floating up to him. It fueled his anger. They thought they could treat him like a joke, but tonight, he would show them just how wrong they were.

As he balanced himself on the branch, he allowed a smirk to spread across his face. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and the anticipation electrified him. He took a deep breath, preparing to make his move, heart racing not just with anger but with the thrill of the unknown. He was no longer the awkward boy they had tormented, he was about to turn the tables.

With one final glance at the couple below, Jonathan focused on the task at hand. He would make sure they remembered this night, and he would reclaim the power they had so carelessly taken from him. As he prepared to jump down, he felt a mixture of excitement and vengeance swirl within him. It was time to confront his past.

With his heart racing in sync with the rush of adrenaline, Jonathan grasped the smoke bomb tightly in his hand. He took a moment to steady himself, watching Bo and Sherry through the branches. The two were blissfully unaware of the chaos about to unfold.

Then, without hesitation, he released the smoke bomb, the device landing directly on the roof of the car. As it detonated, a thick cloud of smoke erupted around the vehicle, enveloping it in an eerie, swirling mist. Jonathan could hear the couple’s laughter turn to confusion and then panic as the inside of the car filled with a choking fog.

He quickly reached into his coat and pulled out the tattered remnants of a scarecrow mask he had fashioned earlier. With a swift motion, he slid it over his face, obscuring his identity and adding a layer of theatricality to the scene. It felt empowering, a transformation from the overlooked boy to something more sinister.

Taking a deep breath, Jonathan leaped off his perch, landing on the hood of the car with a thud. The couple inside screamed in unison, their shock palpable. He pointed the fake gun he had brought along at Bo and Sherry, a grin breaking through the mask.

Before they could fully process what was happening, Jonathan pulled the trigger on the fake gun. A harmless pop echoed through the night, and a harmless projectile shot out, bouncing harmlessly off the windshield. The couple screamed again, eyes wide with terror, as they scrambled to figure out how to escape this bizarre nightmare.

As Bo fumbled for the gear shift, panic setting in, Jonathan leapt off the hood, adrenaline propelling him backward. He watched as Bo desperately tried to maneuver the car out of the smoke, his face twisted in confusion. The tires squealed against the gravel as Bo hit the gas, but the dense smoke obscured his vision, and the next moment felt like slow motion.

The car lurched forward, and with a sickening crunch, it collided violently with a tree. Jonathan’s heart leaped as he saw Sherry’s body smash against the windshield, her screams muffled by the impact. The sound of shattering glass pierced the air, the scene unfolding like a chaotic tableau.

Jonathan stood in place, his heart pounding with triumph as he watched the scene before him unfold. This was exactly what he had imagined, Bo and Sherry panicking, trapped in the chaos he’d created. As the smoke thinned, revealing the crumpled front of the car and their bewildered, terrified faces, he felt a fierce surge of satisfaction.

For once, he wasn’t the one cowering or enduring their cruel laughter. He was the one standing tall, the one who orchestrated this night. The realization filled him with pride. He had taken back his power, turned the tables, and shown them the fear they’d forced on him for so long.

A slow grin formed under his mask as he took a step back, savoring the moment. This was his victory, his reckoning. No longer the timid, scrawny target, Jonathan had become something to be feared. With his plan in full effect, he felt a twisted, intoxicating sense of accomplishment. This was his night. Finally, he was the one in control.

As the thrill of his revenge faded, Jonathan’s thoughts snapped back to Y/n. She was waiting for him, likely wondering where he had disappeared to. Panic surged through him as he realized he didn’t want to lose the night they’d shared. Without wasting a second, he turned on his heel and sprinted back toward the school, heart pounding with a new urgency.

He burst back into the dimly lit prom hall, scanning the crowd until he finally spotted her. Y/n was standing with a few friends, casually chatting, her face lighting up when she caught sight of him. Jonathan felt his chest tighten. She looked beautiful, relaxed, like nothing could ruin this night. Determined to keep it that way, he made his way over, his face breaking into a grin as he reached her.

"Hey," he said, slightly out of breath. The music shifted to a slow, familiar song, signaling the final dance of the night.

Y/n’s eyes softened as she looked at him. “Where did you run off to?” she asked, her tone light but with a hint of curiosity.

He hesitated, then shrugged, putting on his best nonchalant smile. “Just needed some air,” he replied, smoothly changing the subject as he held out a hand. “Last dance…? Only fair to end the night with you.”

She smiled and placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor. As they swayed together, Jonathan’s mind buzzed with the adrenaline still rushing through him. He’d just taken back his dignity from his tormentors, and now he was here, holding the girl he’d admired for so long. This moment felt surreal, as if he were finally reclaiming a piece of his life.

They moved together in silence, the world around them fading into the background. Y/n looked up at him, her gaze soft and open, and he felt a surge of courage unlike anything he’d known. Looking at her, Jonathan did the unthinkable and leaned in, his hand coming up to gently cup her face. She stilled, her eyes widening slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

Then, with a boldness fueled by the night’s adrenaline, he closed the space between them and pressed his lips softly against hers. For a moment, everything else vanished, the smoke, the revenge, the shadows of the past. All that mattered was her, right there with him, returning the kiss with warmth and tenderness.

As they pulled back, Y/n smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed. Jonathan could hardly believe what had just happened, but for once, he felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Their moment was abruptly shattered by the sound of someone bursting into the gym, their voice frantic. "There’s been an accident outside! It’s Bo and Sherry!"

A ripple of shock ran through the crowd, and without hesitation, students and teachers alike began hurrying out of the gym, voices buzzing with concern and confusion. Jonathan felt a chill run down his spine, but he kept his face carefully neutral, blending in with the crowd as they surged toward the exit. Y/n looked at him, worry evident in her eyes.

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand as they joined the others heading outside.

Jonathan let himself be led, though his pulse was thudding with the knowledge of what they’d find. He already knew what waited down the road, but he kept his expression calm, a mask slipping effortlessly into place. They joined the throngs gathering near the entrance, and sure enough, flashing red and blue lights came into view as police cars approached the wreckage down the road.

The crowd murmured in hushed, anxious tones, some of Y/n’s friends pulling her closer, trying to see what was happening. Jonathan stayed at her side, feeling the weight of his actions settling over him like a dark cloak. He squeezed her hand, feeling the mixture of excitement and dread bubbling within him.

Y/n looked up at him, her face pale with worry. “This is awful…I mean, I know they could be mean, but…shit…”

Jonathan managed a slow, somber nod, his gaze fixed on the flashing lights ahead. "Sometimes…people get what’s coming to them," he murmured, his voice just loud enough for her to hear.

Y/n’s eyes lingered on him, a slight furrow in her brow as she tried to read his expression. But before she could say anything more, the sirens grew louder, and the paramedics arrived, rushing to the scene as the crowd continued to murmur in horrified fascination.

As he watched, Jonathan’s lips curved ever so slightly, a dark satisfaction flickering within him. His plan had come together perfectly, and no one would ever know. He took a deep breath, wrapping an arm around Y/n, feigning shock along with everyone else. But inside, he felt nothing but triumph.

As the murmurs and gasps around them grew louder, Jonathan leaned close to Y/n, his voice low and calm, almost soothing against the mess. "Let’s go back inside," he whispered. "We should wait for your dad to come pick us up."

Y/n looked at him, her expression still troubled as she cast one last glance at the flashing lights in the distance. She nodded slowly, letting out a shaky breath. "Yeah…yeah, maybe that’s a good idea."

He gently took her hand, leading her away from the gathering crowd, away from the scene he knew all too well. Inside, the music had stopped, and the gym was nearly empty, the remnants of the night scattered in abandoned cups and streamers. Jonathan’s heart still raced, but his demeanor was perfectly steady, keeping Y/n close and calm.

As they found a quiet corner to wait, he gave her hand a comforting squeeze. “Everything’s gonna be alright,” he murmured, his words laced with a dark undertone only he understood.

Jonathan sat with Y/n in the quiet shadows of the empty gym, his heart still thundering with the adrenaline of the night. He couldn’t help but savor the moment, letting it settle over him like the closing notes of a perfect symphony. Tonight had been everything he had dreamed of and more, a night where he was no longer the target, no longer the helpless one. He had reclaimed his power, his control.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he glanced at Y/n beside him, her gaze still distant with worry over what had happened to Bo and Sherry. She had no idea. No one did. And that secret was his alone to carry.

This night couldn’t have gone better if he’d scripted it. He had tasted a kind of victory he’d long yearned for, a quiet triumph only he would understand. Revenge had felt sweeter than he imagined, and sharing a night like this with Y/n, knowing he had taken control of his fate in more ways than one, was the final touch he hadn’t even expected.

As they waited for her dad, he let himself linger in this perfect moment, knowing he had finally tipped the scales in his favor. For the first time in his life, Jonathan Crane had not only survived but won. And it was a feeling he intended to savor for a very, very long time.

A/N: pretty simple, straightforward fic, but I hope you did enjoy it regardless thank you for reading :) 💚

I have no intentions on writing another part

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