Please Draw Jason In An Onesie.

Please draw Jason in an onesie.

The Scarecrow woke up early to prepare a lovely breakfast for his partner (Y/N), as a way of letting them know just how happy he is to be married to them. Unfortunately, they just don't feel like getting up.

Inspired by this post.

Warnings: None!

A/N: I'm feeling Soft

The shrill 'caws' of the crows outside was enough to rouse the Scarecrow from his slumber. He groans, silently cursing those blasted birds for waking him up just before the sun rose each morning.

At least it isn't all bad. He thinks to himself, feeling his burlap lips quirk up in a fond smile as he gazes at your sleeping figure. At least i'm here, and not still stuck on that dreadful pole.

His side of the bed creaks as he finally heaves himself up. He leans against the wall, adjusting the hay that had bunched up unevenly within him as he slept. Normally, he would try and ignore those birds, and lay around until you had woken up, but today he had a mission. A mission so important, not even the Good Witch of the North could task him with something greater -- he was going to make you breakfast.

Even after being married for some time now, he had never really fallen out of his 'honeymoon phase'. He was constantly at awe at the kindness and tenderness you showed him, the way your smile seemed to shine brighter than the sun itself, the rapid beating in his chest each time you placed a tender kiss on his cheek... you were the greatest gift life had bestowed upon him, and each day he set out to remind you of just that.

Setting off into the kitchen of your home, Scarecrow gathered up everything he would need. He wasn't the best cook in the world, he somehow managed to burn the ends of the hay sticking out his hands whenever he tried, but surely pancakes and fruit wouldn't be that difficult, right?

"This is supposed to make eight," He reads outloud, scratching his chin as he looks over the cookbook, "But I want to make a whole lot... one serving needs one egg, so maybe I should triple it!"

He fumbles around the cupboards for the measuring cups -- no luck. Ah, that's fine. He could probably just eyeball it. It should be fine. This was fine.

It was not fine.

No one ever really took the time to teach him how to do most things, always just being him and his intellect against the world. The first truth that dawns on him: He had no idea where most things were. He wanders around, practically turning the place inside out, until he got his gloved hands on his most important tool -- the spoon.

Second truth that dawns on him: Not only was he horrible at just 'eyeballing it', he had no idea on how to convert measurements.

"Gosh, people have to do this every time they want to eat?" He is baffled on how much effort a simple meal was already taking out of him. "Now, this is why good ol' fashioned fruits and veggies are the way to go! Much less workin' that way. Ah, no matter. They always say must of cooking is just mixing the stuff in... i'm sure the worst of all this is already behind me!"

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"Batter should not be this hard to get out of hay." Scarecrow bickers to himself as he cleans up his space.

No matter. This would all be worth it.

"Wake up!" The bedroom door creaks open, allowing his head to peak through. "I made breakfast, love."

You feel the light flood into the room as he opens the curtains. It's warm and comforting, but nothing could beat the relaxation you found under the covers.

"Now..." You managed to finally let out, voice raspy as it gets comfortable with being used after being out of service for hours. "When I said 'yes' to this whole marriage thing, I thought we were on the same page and you understood when i said i don’t wake up before 6pm.”

Chuckling, he leans over, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "Good morning to you too, sweetheart."

The smell from the kitchen wafts over to your nose. Your stomach growls, earning another laugh from your husband. In response, you grab the end of your sheets, prompty pulling it over your head. You would not be coaxed into surrendering so easily!

"Sweetheart?" You could hear that goofy smile in his voice. "I spent all morning making that for you."

You let out a small laugh, amused. "And is my kitchen still intact?"

You heard him hesitate. "The kitchen's fine. Nothing I can't handle!"

That wasn't entirely a lie. The kitchen was a mess, yes, but he cleaned it up! Though, if you somehow end up finding little clumps of batter in strange places for the next week, he will profusely deny that he had anything to do with it.

He lays his body weight on you, testing the 'make you uncomfortable' route. You teasingly respond, "It's just like a hug!" while making yourself more comfortable underneath him.

He eventually gets up, making you mentally pat yourself on the back at the success. Scarecrow begins to step out the door, turning towards you one last time. "Such a shame too... I made pancakes."

"I'll be right there." You rush out, as you were excited to dig into the meal so lovingly prepared by your husband... that, and all his talking woke you up.

He lets out a humored laugh, rushing out to make you a plate.

I’ve been playing Pirate101 and I was reminded of my fave.........

(REBLOGS ENCOURAGED)

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I’m really working on drawing more often this year. Hopefully I can keep the momentum this time.