#ooc jonathan crane

[lucyswinter]

onion tears and caring kisses 🧅 〰️. - * • ❤️‍🩹

pairing: jonathan crane x f!reader

summary: jonathan comes home from a long day at work to his loving girlfriend trying (and failing) to cook dinner

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly ooc!jonathan, praise, mention of a slight burn

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(a/n): my first fanfic!! it’s just a lil drabble but i hope you enjoy <3 also i only sort of proofread so i apologise for any mistakes 😣

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you sigh loudly as a puff of steam quickly rises up from the small pan of onions you have sautéing on the stove. heavy raindrops are pelting the window above the counter next to you, an added distraction to the already hectic atmosphere.

“my gosh how difficult is it to cook some onions?” you mumble to yourself as your eyes water slightly from the intense smell of the onions. you drop the wooden spoon you had been holding, and bring your hand up to wave the thick steam away from your face, just as the smoke alarm goes off. you swat your hand down and groan, accidentally hitting your exposed wrist on the hot pan, which orients a louder and more aggressive groan.

“why does everything have to go wrong” you moan in annoyance, shrinking onto the floor with your back against the marble countertops, clutching your wrist, now red from the heat. the smoke alarm is still blaring at an annoyingly loud volume and at confusing, spotty intervals.

“love?” jonathan questions worriedly as he walks into the kitchen, slipping off a raincoat from his shoulders, pants damp from the rain “what is that sound” he continued in the nervous tone, referring to the smoke alarm. he walks forward a small bit and places his coat on the kitchen island, still unable to find you.

“jonathan? i didn’t even hear you come in” you exclaim as you hop up from your slouching position against the counter, wincing a little as you place your injured hand against the cold, hard floor in an attempt to get up.

“oh there you are!” he says, relieved. he smiles, walking over to you briskly and pulling you the rest of the way up by your elbows, giving you a small peck on the lips. “how was your day, pretty girl?” he looks you up and down as he waits for a response, his smile drops as he sees the quickly forming burn mark on your wrist.

“oh, love, did you do this? what happened?” he asks you, lifting your chin up with his fingers so he can make eye contact with you. “hm?” he prompts when he is met with silence.

“sorry i um” you wipe away a tear from your eyes, partly from the onions, and partly because it has been a very stressful half an hour in the kitchen. “i was trying to make dinner but i kind of messed it up and i hurt myself on the stove” you sniff, rubbing your wrist and turning your head to avoid his forced gaze.

he turns your head back to him, fingers still holding your chin. he frowns at your tears.

“oh my sweet girl” he praises, peppering soft kisses your under eyes which have become increasingly shiny from a more consistent stream of tears. he then brings your wrist up to his lips and gives it a soft kiss. you wince at the feeling, and pull it to your chest, cradling it slowly. he takes your cheeks in his hands and uses his calloused thumbs to brush away the rest of the tears. “darling, you know i always make dinner, you didn’t have to do this.” he coos you, his tone quiet and reassuring.

“i know john, i just-“ you huff, voice breaking a bit. you spot the corners of his mouth turn a little more downward, his frown more pronounced. you take a deep breath in and continue “-you just said you’ve had a hard week at work and i wanted to do something for you, and i thought it would be nice if you could come home and have one less thing to do, but i didn’t take into account that i really do not know how to cook, and tacos are especially labor intensive” you drone on, a stress-induced hiccup punctuating your rant.

he stays quiet for a few seconds, still holding your teary face in his hands. he lets out a chuckle and kisses your lips.

“oh my kind and caring girl. so thoughtful” he hums against your lips. “mm” he groans as he pulls away to look at you, tears still falling.

instead of saying anything else, he just brushes the tears collecting on your chin and turns off the stove. he then leads you to a drawer from which he pulls out ointment and a small bandage wrap. he squirts the pasty off-white ointment onto your red wrist and spreads it very softly, his heart aching at your quiet winces. he then wraps the bandage around your wrist and cuts it with a light tug.

“there we go, pretty girl. all patched up.* he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose “why don’t we just order some takeout now, love?” he chuckles again.

you nod and sniffle, feeling a little guilty that he has more to do after a stressful day. your cheek smooshes against his shoulder as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“jonathan, your kind of squishing me.” you tell him through his sweater.

“oh, im sorry love.” he pulls away chuckling, but keeps his hands locked around your arms. he pulls an arm away to wipe your tears one last time. “so should we get dim sum or pizza?” he asks, a playful grin sneaking onto his cheeks.

“how about tacos?” you reply with a smile, already in a better mood.

“sounds perfect” he softens his grin to return your smile as he begins to pull out his phone from his pocket.

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you enjoyed the rest of the night eating professionally made tacos, and snuggling against jonathan on the couch. even though it ended up okay this time, you and jonathan agreed that you should not be allowed to cook for a while…

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(a/n): thanks for reading if you made it this far! ill be putting out more fanfics as soon as possible (once i figure out how to set up my inbox 😭)

[lumpypotato22]

[scarecrows-hymn]

@duchess-of-dilemma @3n1gm4blogs

(More OOC art guys lol)

[doctorcranes-ask]

Why do you always talk to that weird crow kid? He isn’t even technically your son.

Because. As much as I absolutely hate to admit it…

We’re very similar.

[ @scarecrowspawn]

[alchemicalterror]

what do you mean corsetry

Like I said, I've got an event tonight.

[tetchy-hatter]

Why do you like jon so much?

Dear Jonathan? well that's simple! we started our careers so closely together, specifically six months apart. being a newer rogue can be intimidating, but he helped me get through it.

eventually we broke out together! Occasionally we team up for schemes, but often we just hang out in our hideouts.

I'd say he's my only true friend. and he may never admit it, but I'm one of his closest friends too

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Jonathan Crane: I love murder mysteries!

Riddler, trying to impress him: I've been a suspect in four murder cases.

[gothamcityrogues]

{OOC POST}

Headcannons/AU things for Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane! Just a little thing to try and get this blog kickstarted properly.

Collects bones, specifically bird bones, and keeps them in a jar in his office

Has a small murder of crows, most of which he's raised since they were babies

Keeps all his original costumes and toxin gauntlets and uses them as design inspiration for newer ones

Sews his own costumes using scraps from previous projects/costumes

Southern accent {Codotverse}

Immune to his own toxin due to testing it on himself so often

Runs on coffee

Other characters will come eventually as I make lists for them!

[fear-and-mayhem-go-together]

Why salutations! Oh! Calloo callay! What a frabjous day! My name is Jervis E. tetch! How lovely it is to meet you! Why don't i tell you a bit about myself that isn't like what those nasty doctors at arkham have to say about me! crane, darling will you also be a dear?

...whither shall i wander goosey goosey gander?

oh fine! Be like that, i'll explain for us both! I am the mad hatter! He is the scarecrow, and both of us are infamous rogues together! I happen to do more of the talking for my dear hare, however, he isn't much of a talker! I thought it would be a lovely idea if us both got out to see the world! Talk to more people! Know more things, you know? That's why it's so lovely to meet you! Please, do ask away!

..... The less he spoke... the more he learned...

oh don't be so anxious! It'll be just fine haigha!

*clears throat* Now! As crane isn't much of a talker, i do thought it best to mention he may not answer if directly spoken to, so i will have to talk for him, though best be known if he does, he will try his hardest! So do be patient with him! He tries!

.....thank you....

Of course, my dear!

((ooc information! ;

names; Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch

Ages; Crane is roughly, 34 he's forgotten his own age, while Jervis is 30

Rogue names; The Mad Hatter, The Scarecrow.

Crane's pronouns; He/It

Jervis's pronouns: he/him

Crane talks usually in nursery rhymes, song lyrics, and Riddles, Jervis translates for him or speaks for him if he can't quite formulate a proper sentence (or whom he is talking to cannot understand ASL), talking normally is difficult with his compulsion! He is heavily salecrow based, and will be riddled with headcanons! His text when responding will be this colour. Crane is a former psychologist professor at a small town college, though most of his past and history beyond that is relatively unknown. He speaks in a soft muted georgian accent, and is open of coming from Georgia. He has albinism.

Jervis is heavily BTAS inspired (mod is biased to BTAS jervis sorry not sorry!) , occasionally rhymes, quotes alice in wonderland a lot, and is also riddled with Headcanons about his character! his text when responding will be this colour. Jervis is a former neuroscientist that worked at Wayne industries for 3 years working on his mind control cards before obsessing over alice and becoming the mad hatter. He is FTM trans (personal mod headcanon) and comes from London, he speaks with a soft British accent, he doesn't have the best family history and prefers to be quiet on it. Jervis is openly trusting and naive of others.

mod will usually colour code text for both of them, but if requested can/will be willing to supplement names and dividers over colour coding for users that need it!

Flirting is okay, as is NSFW topics/questions, but these will be appropriately tagged and warned as such before answering!

blog is otherwise 16+, mod is 18!

all interaction is welcome! Feel free to send asks, or roleplay prompts at will! please, just try to have fun that's all i ask!

multiship with both! however jervis will when not prompted mourn for alice! Ocs are welcome! Just be aware they may both react quite... interestingly if you approach them romantically

art may come with asks.. that's just a work in progress

roleplay & ask blog oriented account run by and modded by @cr0wsvain for fun! ))

[jonathan-cran3]

Im so bored;---;

I need more people here to interact with;,D

[gothamcity-official]

Scarecrow attacks in several neighborhoods

Fear gas has been reported in Crime Alley, the Narrows, Chinatown, and Upper East Side. Please put on your gas masks and stay or go indoors. 

If you are at home, it is a good idea to put your knives and other weaponry where you cannot reach them so you do not harm yourself or others if you are gassed. 

Red Hood has been seen in Crime Alley, Signal has been seen in the Narrows, and Black Bat has been seen in Upper East Side.

[hallowsden]

"Danny?"

After no response through the door, Jonathan sighed as he walked up to it closer and leaned at the wall next to it.

"You've been in there for a while now, y'know? Your sis is getting worried. All of us are, kid. Skipping meals like that ain't healthy either... Sure, Ed and I do it often but that doesn't mean-..." The older man's voice started to trail off when he felt something wet under his feet.

"What in the-" He felt his skin grow pale the moment he saw the green liquid leaking under the floor "-Oh... Oh, no- DANNY!? I'M COMING IN!"

Light from the hall leaked in the dark room, as the leak of glowing green trailed towards the single twin bed, where a figure sat atop of it.

Stepping in, Jonathan was hit with an Aura of wrongness. "Danny? You... You alright there, child?"

He watches Danny slowly turn his head, a loud sickening crack following it, and much to Jonathan's horror, he now saw why everything felt wrong.

"It's April third, Uncle Jonathan. Sister Jasmine knows this. Sister Jasmine should have remembered this."

Danny wasn't here in his room right now. Danno was.

[bullsh1tterz]

Istg with the amount of shit he says to dangerous muses, it's a mystery to me how Adam's even still alive.

[scarecrows-hymn]

OOC shitpost. This isn’t the art I promised earlier but the idea hit me

@duchess-of-dilemma

[doctorcranes-ask]

Would you ever consider dating Batman?

Ooo, now this one is interesting.

In reality? Would never happen, I’d get knocked out before getting the chance

In my mentally unwell fantasies? Well, I’ll give you this:

His psyche is just so intriguing.. I’d love to tear apart his mind and put it back together. He molds fear to his will, and I create fear!! Rather poetic, yeah?

9/10. I’m unwell

[alchemicalterror]

You seem pretty mad. did he finally tell you what that shirt means?

….. Means?

GHOUL, what does the shirt mean?!