fear is an illusion

jonathen crane.  Rp blog for normalhq

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ofintellectualpenguins:

His heart skipped a beat and it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Usually he’d try to bury these type of feelings or at least not pay them too much attention. With Edward it was easy because they feelings were unrequited. He had the chance to pine and not have to worry about the what ifs or what was next. Eventually, he’d probably even get bored of trying to sabotage Isabella. The truth was, Ed was happy and even during their entire debacle, all Oswald kept thinking about was seeing Jonathan so that they could talk about it. When did it turn from a purely physical affair to something that had feelings attached to it? Still, Os relished in the fact that Jonathan responded to his question. He wasn’t just someone that he did villainous things with. Not just a cohort for his evil bidding.  Suddenly, and quickly, Jonathan became an ally. A friend. Someone Os looked forward to seeing. 

He climbs into the car, clicking in his seatbelt and her glances over to his friend, his mind already lacking cohesiveness to form any proper thought.”I…yours is closer.”He confesses, knowing exactly where to go considering he had spent some time there during his visits to Star City. He looks down at his hand, a soft smile pulling at his lips before leaning in to kiss the corner of Jonathan’s pair. “Unfinished business.” He lingers closely as his fingers grazing the other’s jawline. “Is it too forward to say that I’ve missed you? I’ve had a conflict with myself and all I could think about was speaking to you about it, dear Jonathan.”

More stuttering. A common sign of nervousness, strange. They have had sexual contact several times. What was the cause of such nervous mannerisms, it was frankly puzzling?  He lightly rubs his fingertips on the stop above Oswald’s knee. It wasn’t for him, but contact had always proven to be a soothing stimulate to anxiety. That and soft sounds, but Jonathan wasn’t going to sing. It was much too public to do that. in the safety of a home, he’d be more willing if it Oswald wished it. He’d be willing to do a multitude of things if Oswald wished it, many of them concern his mouth in particular. But he’d be foolish to believe it was all solely for some sort of sexual gratification. Oddly enough, people were willing to have intercourse with Jonathan. Not that he’d be interested, physical stimulation from another was always- difficult. Mind playing tricks on him because of the drug that had taken a permanent effect on him. He’s never revealed that to anyone, simply addressing he’d  rather not touch people. The secret is his to keep.

“That is acceptable. I have the necessary equipment in my home. And I’d rather enjoy showing you around. Since you haven’t been.” Giving his home address is dangerous, but being around Oswald was even more dangerous. Every moment spent around the man was a moment to close to the same feeling Edward had once infected in Jonathan. But every opportunity to walk away had been ignored, every voice quieted when it questioned why he did this. He just did, what a frightening thought. The soft kiss quiet’s his thoughts. Leaning in he takes another, softly moving his lips against Oswald's. His skin tingles where the man touches, a burning heat that he couldn’t resist. “Not at all Oswald, I’ve missed you too.” Don’t leave me. He loathes this side of himself and loves it. It made him feel alive a fresh of breath air from the dullness of his mind. “Next time, don’t take so long to come back. you’ll have my number.” He breaths out his hand inching up Oswald's leg, resting on Oswald’s upper though rather than above his knee. For now.

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Jonathan wasn’t questioning his reasoning for coming yet which gave Ed some time to really think about what he wanted to say to the other. “Yes. Thank you.” He looked over the Scarecrow. Jon looked like he had just crawled out of bed to answer his door. What time was it? He hadn’t meant to bother him so late. Maybe Oswald wasn’t answering because he was sleeping? His ex-boyfriend’s voice was calming though. Reassuring. 

Ed stepped into his place and closed the door behind him as instructed. There was a small spot of blood on his cheek but he hadn’t noticed it when cleaning up after the crime. Eddie walked over to the dining table and sat down. Still drowning in his own nervousness. He waited for Jon to come out of the kitchen for a while, quietly thinking to himself about the murder. 

It had gone exactly as he had planned. If someone were to find the body, it would so clear that it was the Joker’s doing and not Ed’s. Anyone would think that. He leaned up against the couch and focused on his breaths. His heart was still thudding irrationally fast. There was a small dose of adrenaline left over from the kill and he just couldn’t stay too still because of it. Ringing his hands. 

He heard Jon’s footsteps and quickly looked up at him, he was back with the tea. His ex-boyfriend passed him the tea cup and Edward thanked him with the ghost of a smile. “Did I wake you?” He asked him, his voice was still being kept down. Though, his voice sounded calm. Ed’s shaking indicated that he was anything but. “I didn’t know the time… I’m sorry for bothering you so late. I should have checked the time. How- how unprepared of me.” He said looking down at the tea. 

He doesn’t look up til he grabs his own cup and takes a sip. He understands this matter was going to nothing but an emergency. It was obvious, he only had to look at Edward once to figure out he was anxious. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out, his frame was shaking. His pupils blown, and if he touched Edward’s skin it was probably chilled with fear. Why was the answer? Asking him right off the bat would do no good, the man was too on the edge.

Jonathan lets out a sigh as Edward talks. Shifting his weight he finally looks over at the man, “It’s fine. I don’t need much sleep anyway.” Quirking his eyebrow he gives Edward a confused expression. “Don’t be daft, obviously you need help. I wouldn’t shut the door in your face.” The words, I care are left in the air, but never spoken. How could he turn away Edward, even if he was still bitter one look at Edward would change his opinion. He looked like a drenched feline, shivering and wide-eyed. Letting out a scoff at the visualization he places his cup down.

“Judging from the blood on your cheek something happened. Now I can sit here and run around in questions. But I don’t particularly feel like going through the trouble. When you're ready I’m here to listen.” His tone doesn’t reveal any emotions as he speaks, but that was just how Jonathan was. He wasn’t good at talking and communicating what he felt. Let alone concern. The best way to show it was action. Letting him in, serving his favorite tea, listening to him. 

Taking a napkin he leans over and wipes at the blood. Not at all bothered by the presence of it, he’s seen his fair share to even mind. He wouldn’t say it, but wiping the blood away showing no cuts underneath was a relief in its on. “Oh, Edward.” A drip of emotion, of concern slips. Involuntary, but he couldn’t hold it back. 

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He was beyond freaked out, though trying his hardest to remain calm for any security cameras that might catch him. He was dressed in his normal clothes now, though they were a little shuffled. There was a curl in his bangs that usually sat there when it was messy.

Eddie stood at Jonathan’s door. His hand curled up in a gentle fist in preparation of knocking. But he just stood there. Still and staring at it. He went to Jon because he didn’t know where else to go. Oswald wasn’t picking up his calls, unusually. He figured him busy. Oddly enough the first person he wanted to crawl back to was his ex boyfriend. He just wanted to see him, to talk to him. 

He began shaking again as nerves ate him alive, fidgeting with his glasses before finally knocking on the door. Knocking repeatedly, in a pattern, like he couldn’t stop until the other opened the door. He looked up at Jon. Keeping his fist balled up like he wanted to knock again. Some tears watering his eyes. 

He tried to calm himself down. But one side of him was at war with another and he was so lost. He was crazy and he needed someone who used to make him feel sane. “Jon…?”

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It was in the night when he heard a knock at his door. He waited a moment, just to see if it was his hallucinations acting up again. When nothing of the sort happened, Jonathan flicked on his bedside light. Slipping on his inside shoes he walks over to the door, wondering who could possibly be knocking at a time like this. Peeping through The eyehole on the door, he recognizes Edward was standing there, waiting for entrance. Eyebrows narrowing in confusion, he unlocks the door and unhooks his chain. 

“It’s cold outside. Come in. Would you like some tea?” Jonathan reason’s with himself that there must be a reason that his ex, had decided to visit. It was out of the blue, which wasn’t part of Edwards character. Sure he was emotional but never spontaneous. At least that’s what Jonathan remembers. Time has passed and the man could have changed for all he knew. 

Pitter pattering around he boils some water, already knowing what kind of tea Edward preferred. Damn his habits. Without looking over he calls out. “Do shut the Door Edward. The draft is coming in, and I rather not pay more for the heat.” Such an odd thing for him to say, but he didn’t have much of a money supply currently. He keeps his questions to himself, being patient was key. If Edward had decided to come to him on his own accord he talks to him when he needs to.

When the kettle finally started to whistle, he takes it off of the stove and pours it into a cup. Flicking off the heat, he busies himself with the task. Taking the two tea cups he sits down at his dining table, placing one cup in front of him, and the other on an adjacent chair. “Tea.” He order’s calm, finally looking back at the man.

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I want to taste you again, like a secret or a sin.

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ofintellectualpenguins:

He did have an effect on him after all. There was a certain sense of pride that came with acknowledging that but a hint of guilt poured over him too. Jonathan seemed…conflicted and while Oswald was generally considered a jerk, he had developed a soft spot for him–something he was too afraid to disclose. But seeing that his words meant something to the other made him want to reach out. Perhaps, tell him a little more. “Other people? Am I thrown into the ‘other’ category, Jonathan?” The push and pull was his favorite. Not that he had much experience to go on. Usually he was almost always doing the pulling with no one to return the ‘pull’. IT doesn’t bother him. Matters of the heart hardly concerned him unless they meant something to him and Crane was slowly making his way him and surprisingly so. At his suggestion, his eyes widened slightly. For some reason, he just didn’t expect that. And suddenly he felt as if his feathers had been ruffled, taken outside of his comfort zone. “I…” Please don’t stutter now, you dork. Os nodded, leaving the paper behind and standing up, gripping his umbrella. The Penguin always conveyed a sense of confidence but the reality was that he didn’t think much of himself. The fact that he and Jonathan ever started was crazy to him. “yes. Let’s.” He practically whispered, not purposely wanting to sound dangerous but just wanted to disguise his nervous tone. “My car.” He added, swallowing back the shakiness that was already building. When they walked up he gestured to his driver, “Important meeting. Leave.” And without questioning, he did. Finally, he turned to face Jonathan, opening the passenger door for him with a bashful smile. 

Was Oswald wanting a responce from him? Some sort of positive responce, eyebrows narrow trying to fomulate something like that. He’s not sure how he ever dated anyone, with his distance from emotions things like this became hard for him. But it would be a lie if he said he didn’t have psoitive thoughts of Oswald. “Would I do the thing’s I’ve done if you wern’t other people Oswald. Of course your other people.” He scoffs as if saying that he wasn’t ‘other’ people was proposterious. The slight pause in Oswalds speech concerns Jonathen, had he done something wrong? He wasn’t so sure, watching oswald, he was showing signs commenly from subjects with anxiety. How strange, the man had always been a confident man, chest puffed out and a confident walk. But here the man was, shuffling and lost for words, strangly he finds himself wanting to coddle the man. Which is foolish, he was well in adulthood no way should Jonathen cuddle and pamper him like a small animal. He frowns a little ignoring that train of thought. Following the man he nods, expecting that they would take his car. Why would they walk, that sounds plain ridiculious. Jonathen holds his words, feeling as though the responce wouldn’t be taken well. He sits in the passenger side, allowing oswald to close the door. Once oswald had taken his seat in the drivers side , he turns to the man. “How close is your living quarters, mine is 16 minutes away by car.” Would it be strange to initiate physical contact yet? Experimenting he reaches out and lightly touches Oswalds thigh, fingertips grazing to see the reaction.

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Batman Rogues

by Phil Cho

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ofintellectualpenguins:

This was a fun game. Better than than the ones he had planned anyway. He knew he couldn’t break Jonathan easily but he loved trying and by the small shift in his friend’s behavior, Os could tell he did too. “I’m not mocking, Jonathan. I know tons of people who find brooding very…” He shot both brows up and shrugged lightly. “…attractive.”He replied teasingly with a hint of annoyance in case there was anyone around. Whatever they were doing, he didn’t mind if others knew. Oswald could care less about discretion but it did make it that much more exciting. He took a deep breath, moving to the side so that his friend could join him and smiled. “What if I told you I came here to see you?” He arched a brow, his voice dropping an octave. “Unfinished business and all that.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow at the male, the tone and suggestion weren't lost on him. Simply that he couldn’t seem so foolish in acting that way in public. Not at all that he’s unequipped with that knowledge, Jonathan is a GENIUS, knowing such trivial matters were beneath him. “And some people find...other people attractive.” He fumbles, crinkling his nose a little he knows there was something wrong with his statement. Brown orbs curiously watched Oswald, wondering what had changed his demeanor. “Oh.” Jonathan was yet again thrown in a loop, he had thought Oswald had simply moved on over time. A small thump flutters in his chest, shaking his head he squishes that feeling down. “I see, well perhaps we should go somewhere more private. To finish this, business.” Breath in, breath out, it was nothing. He was able to do this. Oswald couldn’t touch the locked box, he’d thrown away that key. He’ll be fine.

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hquinsel:

Harley chuckled slightly at the nickname, it had been a while since she’d heard it. There were fond memories that played in her head as she dramatically curtsied in front of Jonathan. “It has been quiet around here now that you mention it. Why, are ya lookin’ to cause some trouble?”

A grin spreads across Jonathan's face, excited by the promise of some ‘trouble’. The joker sometimes annoyed Jonathan in his mannerisms, but Harley was different. Hidden under the jokes and childish mannerisms was a doctor. The intelligence shines behind the act some moments and Jonathan had always taken curiosity to the strange personality. “Of course, what do you have in mind?”

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zor-elkaragirl:

   kara looked at the man as he spoke. for her it seemed like this was his truth and nothing really did matter to him. she had long ago noticed that many people did not believe on anything other then their own truth no matter what other people might tell them.  “ well i do not kill people ––– if i did that i would not be any better then the once i try to stop” 

“Murder doesn't have to be physical. You can murder someone’s idea’s their lively hood, their reason for living. Tell me what happens to the people you don’t save. Raising your hands and saying ‘oopsie’ doesn’t cut it.” Jonathan doesn’t show any anger or any animosity to the women. Tone blank and without feeling as if he was speaking facts.

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“HEY, d’you mind?” Harry frowns up whoever’s decided to stand right in front of him. All he wanted was a couple hours by himself on campus to bask in the sun - y’don’t get a lot of that at Ravencroft, so he’s making the most of it. “You’re blocking my sunlight. Appreciate it if you could - well, not.”

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Letting out a sigh he turns the male, expression looking at the male as if he was the most insufferable being on the planet. Looking down at the male he scoffs waving his arm. “It only takes 200 muscles to take one step to the right for your precious ‘sun’. But it seems like the most important one is as faulty as your legs. A shame.”

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akawhiskeyy:

Jessica set her glass down on the bar, slowly turned to face the stranger. “Smart enough to know you just called me an idiot, asshole. Come a little closer, I’ll show you how inhibited my body is,” she snarled.

Sensing the danger coming off the women he merely raises an eyebrow, not even blinking at the threat. His fear long since eradicated by his dear father’s genius. “Oh, how surprising. I thought you’d have wasted away from the bottle by now.” He looks around the semi full bar, then back to the women. “either your as animalistic as you look, or you find pleasure in public humiliation. I can’t seem to figure out which.”  

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ofintellectualpenguins:

“I am not one to be submerged by rage he says and then threatens me in the same breath.” He looked up from his paper and folds it with a smirk. “HA HA! You’re highly entertaining when you’re brooding which is all the time lately isn’t it?” Oswald crossed one leg over the other, checking the tip of his Oxfords to make sure they were still buffed. “How can I help you, Jonathan?”

Eyebrow’s narrow, somehow the man was always able to poke at his buttons. Invoke emotions he thought he’d long killed. Straightening his shirt he shifts, ignoring the dig at his comment. He’ll repay Oswald for it later tonight anyway. “Brooding? I do not do such things, don’t mock me.” Scoffing he tries not to show an affectionate smile, the animosity in Jonathan’ tone was purely an act, a dance to onlookers. A show for the public, or any eye to delude the truth. “I’m not sure how much ‘help’ you can offer. But I digress, this city is becoming much too quiet. There was a reason you’ve moved here isn’t there? I hope so. If not your taste in vacationing spots needs some improvement.”

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Should somebody tell him? nahhh…..

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Hooked on a feeling

Summary: This is a flashback Chatzy of a moment in Jonathan and Edwards past relationship. After finally slipping away from a rouge meeting they secretly meet up. The young lovers up to nothing good as they meet in an alleyway. 

Featuring: @riddlesreformed

trigger warning: nsfw

Edward: Waiting pretty impatiently in a near by alley for Crane, Eddie sighed to himself and tapped the wall with his fingers. A rhythm to the song he had stuck in his head at the moment. Trying to keep himself entertained while he waited for the other. Merely twenty minutes ago, himself and Jonathan Crane attended a Rogue's Gathering separately from one another. They had been in a relationship for months now but did so in secret. Mostly because it was so much more interesting when it was turned into a game. How long could they keep it up before the rest of the Rogues caught up? Knowing them, it would likely take years. Scarecrow and Riddler were the two of the most intelligent people in the city, so it was easy to mask that they were together. Spotting Jonathan's lanky figure, Eddie grinned. Reaching out, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling the other into the alleyway with him. A little too eager for Jon to turn and walk in there himself.

Jon: Another somewhat dreary meeting Jonathan couldn't wait to leave. They've been formulating another plan to tear the justice league down, perhaps tearing it down from the inside out. Jonathan would have had more details on such an interesting plan if he wasn't so distracted. Most of the meeting was spent passing notes to his beloved, soft smiles and muted giggles as they pretended to pay attention. It was a relief when the meeting had concluded leaving them all free to run a muck. Letting Edward slip away first he had a small conversation with one of the other Rogue's keeping it timed in his head. Once he'd finally counted that it had been over 16 minutes he had bid his farewell and slipped away himself. Walking down to the designated meet up the spot he was about to call out for Edward when a mysterious hand pulls him into the shadows. He wants to chastise the man for making such an abrupt movement but seeing the eager man softens his heart a touch. Wrapping his own arms around Edwards shoulders he leans down and kisses the man softly. "Brilliantly hidden away. I do say, Edward, you are a genius for picking out this spot." Compliments don't come often from Jonathan, but Edward had always managed to soften the cold bitter heart of the scarecrow.

Edward: Ed smirked when Jonathan leaned down and kissed him. A level of affection that had taken far too long to get Crane at. Edward may have been the kind to want physical affection, but it had taken a lot of convincing. Slow, careful calculated movements on Ed's part to finally get them to that state. He loved the attention. Ached for it, and finally, they were at a point in their relationship where Ed was forced to make the first move anymore. Jonathan kissed him and Eddie's stomach filled with butterflies. It was so weird how easily Jon managed to make him all giddy and nervous (in a good way). He pulled back a little when the other spoke and gave him a confident smirk. He had a good poker face for the most part at that gathering. Keeping it felt like a tiny bit of a challenge receiving the hidden messages from Crane. Notes of sweet nothings that were for some weird reason, far more interesting than the plan he figured would ultimately fail anyway. "Hmmm, did you really expect anything less from me?" He purred, leaning in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Jon: Jonathan had to admit touching was hard for him, touching when he constantly sees his living nightmare constantly had always been overstimulating. After adapting to the constant hallucinations and overcoming fear itself, he'd kept his habit of straying from an affectionate hand. Being around Edward changes him, mad him see things in a different light, bright more excitement to the world of crime. Slowly and carefully he'd open himself up to the affection, and he doesn't regret a thing. His hands drop to wrap around his beloved's waist leaning down to press his lips against Edward's petal soft ones. Bliss, it was pure bliss. Parting his lips slightly he deepens the kiss pushing Edward slightly closer to the wall. "Of course not. You never disappoint my dear Edward, a charming face with a charming mind. A wickedly dangerous person you are."

Edward: Ed didn't normally like being too close to someone, as it created a weakness for other's to exploit but with the relationship being so secret- he didn't really have to worry about anything like that. He backed up slightly as Jon started to push him against the wall. He didn't mind Jonathan having physical control of his actions, he didn't mind because Ed was more of a power-bottom anyway. He was fine underneath Jon's control because it became more of a shared control later anyway. He kissed him a little more passionately back, feeling his back press right up against the wall now. He moved his hands from the back of Jon's neck to feel his chest. Listening to the whispering against his lips he let out a quiet moan. "Jon... do you ever know how to stroke a man's ego." Clearly happy with the other's words. He loved it when he complimented him- obviously. Ed thrived on compliments, especially the ones from Scarecrow, who he had grown to respect immensely.

Jon: The soft moan alerts Jonathan that his beloved is enjoying himself, a spark of something light coats his heart. A fluttery blissful overtakes him something he can't describe but could feel when he was this close to Edward. He might have strayed from affectionate hands but that didn't mean he had no experience with passion or even intercourse. He knows both maybe not well but enough to know how to please his dear Edward. His hold tightens around Edward's waist as he takes kisses from the man, pushing to excite and tease him. "Strange, since I only would stroke yours." A curious hand reaches in Edwards shirt, resting against his lower back But to be so indecent in public even to this degree was a first. Hopefully not the last.

Edward: Feeling the tightening of Jonathan's hands on his waist, Ed felt that swarm of butterflies overwhelm him once again. Already feeling a small amount of heat on his cheeks as his heart beat picked up a little. For someone who didn't spend a lot of time being all that sexually active, he really knew how to make Ed weak in the knees. Jon's hand now against his skin, he nearly shuddered against his lips. He took Crane's bottom lip between his teeth and pulled back a tiny bit before letting it go. Leaning back in for some more kisses. He let out another soft moan, this one sounding a little bit more desperate. "Jonathan," He nearly whined.

Jon: The hint of pain drives Jonathan crazy, the lust building up inside him as he drowns in Edwards kisses. This beautiful man was much too clever at driving Jonathan into a shivering needy mess. The hand slowly makes it's way up, wondering as he touched Edwards bare skin. It reminded him of the time he first had finally undressed Edward, to reduce to man into a soft needy thing that Jonathan couldn't resist. The way his beloved said his name was the last straw, breaking the kiss he sucks Edwards neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough for Edward to feel the pressure. Panting softly he whispers against Edwards skin, so soft only Edward could hear the words, " This very thing you were born with pleases us all. It's even capable of making women fall, while only experienced by few it's treasured by all."

Edward: Jonathan was almost too good at seducing him, his own hands moved to Jon's sides. Gripping at the fabric of the jacket, already faint of breath. Feeling his hands travel against his skin, he gasped. A shiver running up his spine as he was touched. Jonathan made him so weak, so easily and damn it if Ed was just going to put up with it. He had to make him suffer just as Eddie was suffering! He felt the other pull back from the kiss and his eyes fluttered open with surprise. Then his boyfriend's lips were on his neck, sucking at his skin. Ed swallowed, still panting. Thrusting his body needily against Jon's. The riddle just about makes him melt, though. "Beauty.." He answered in a mumble. "Oh, Jon..."

Jon: "Even in the midst of this insanity you're still brilliant as ever." He mummers softly, not even caring that they were in a public setting anymore he slides his hand from under Edwards shirt. He moves back and hikes his beloved's leg's around his waist, pulling him up as he does it. He wasn't the strongest man but he had enough strength and with the walls support to lift Edward up. "Wrap your leg's around my waist beloved." He demands softly, looking up at Edward with a hungry expression.

Edward: "Hmmm... I am..." He agreed jokingly, Jonathan moved back some and Ed groaned with a protest that he was moving away from him. Until he figured out what he was doing. He did as he asked, wrapping his legs against his waist. Feeling the other push him against the wall again, helping shift the weight so it was easier on Jon. Reaching and grabbing some of Jon's hair to pull him back in for another hard, passionate kiss as he held him there. He knew he should probably tell Jonathan it was a better idea to wait until they were home but lust had really overcome Ed and he was desperate for the attention he was getting.

Jon: Obliging to Edwards silent order he leans back in for Edward's lips. The passionate press of lips surprises Jonathan, thinking that Edward had to want to have a more passive role in all this. Be he didn't mind the participation. His hands grip onto Edwards' waist as he rolls his hips slightly, a smirk on his lips. He looked like a mess, long hair sticking up everywhere, flushed cheeks, dilated eyes watching Edwards every reaction. He wanted to take more and more, to keyed up to care about anything more than his beloved. Being so enamored by his lover the words slip oh so delicately off his lips. " The rich men want it, the wise men know it," He pants out, diving back into another frenzy of kisses. " the poor all need it, and the kind men show it."

Edward: Ed let out a louder moan this time against the other, stopping what he was doing for a moment. A little overwhelmed by his emotions and the way it felt to feel a little more friction. It was unexpected that them meeting up would lead to this. It was like they were two overly sexual teenagers, grinding up against each other underneath the school bleachers. Ed didn't really understand why those kinds of people wouldn't just cool it down until later when they were alone until now. All overstimulated from the passion. Panting for a breath of air as he rolled his hips against him. Clothes still on, though... he really didn't want them to be. This foreplay was beginning to really kill him. Listening to his riddle, he kissed him back. "I love you too..." He whispered to him without really thinking.

Jon: The words shouldn't have shocked him. He was a genius He knew what he was saying and what it meant. The blossoming affection between them realistically meant they would get to this point. Even so, Jonathon has been thrown into a loop. Wearing a vulnerable and perplexed expression he smiles softly. Not a smirk or a challenging grin but a soft smile. One of his hand's legs go of Edward's waist and softly stroke's Edwards cheek. "Love. Yes...alright." Accepting the affection vocally makes his heard speed up, but it wasn't an awful feeling. None of this was an awful feeling. "Shall I make love to you then My dear Edward?"

Edward: Blush was already on his cheeks but realizing what he said only made it worse. Maybe he had gotten too caught up in the moment? Crane seemed surprised to hear him say it despite just saying it before in a riddle. He felt better when Jon seemed to like it. When he moved his hand to stroke his cheeks. Ed's heart was going so fast he could swear Jonathan would be able to feel it through Eddie's hot skin. He felt himself nod. He couldn't exactly say no to that after... everything. "Jon- We should go home first... then, yes. I- I would like that very much. Make love with me."

Jon: Realizing they are still very much in a public area he looks around for a moment. Making sure that no one had seen their indecent acts, relaxing when he notices no one was able to see them. Edward had picked a location remote enough that no one could have walked by and see them. Directing his attention back to Edward he cups his cheek softly nodding. "It's not too far sounds like a better idea than here." Brown eyes stare at Edward's face a little longer, cherishing this moment and how remarkable his boyfriend looked. Leaning in he presses a finally kiss before they make their departure home.

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riddlesreformed:

“You wouldn’t have understood.” He told him. It was true, Jonathan had no clue about what it was like to feel fear, or much emotion at all. Ed tried himself to always push them down, to be as cold as Jonathan but he couldn’t. He was driven by pride. His emotions were always so intense. A lot of his riddles and plans were made for personal matters. Because someone had embarrassed or hurt him and he had to take revenge on them to even the playing field. He always figured that he was more emotionally tied to Crane then Crane was to him. That he would easily get over it but he appeared to be wrong.

“W-well I- I suppose I do have to take this off.” He said, looking down at his shirt awkwardly. “It’s over in the bathroom under the sink.” He told him as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Slipping it and his jacket off the rest of the way. The blood had soaked threw the bandages already covering it. He clicked his tongue. “Why do you have to be so clumsy?” He muttered to himself, disappointed that he had set back his healing process by reopening the wound for the second time.

“Are you saying that because it’s easier for you to run and hide? Or you're afraid of letting someone in. Do not make a fool of me Edward, I don’t appreciate it. You know better than to insult my intelligence.” His voice has gone ice cold, obviously furious at his ‘old acquaintance ‘ Not only is he brilliant in psychology but his genius surpasses many inferior minds. Feelings set aside, it was an insult to his intellect to state he simply ‘wouldn’t understand’. “I was there for you Edward, do not take that lightly, or the fool here would be yourself.”  

Nodding curtly he walks over to the resting room and quickly spots the first aid kid. Grabbing it he looks up in the mirror. Breath shortened, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated, it was if he was looking at another creature. Someone who had silly fragile things like emotions. As impossible as it seemed in Jon’s mind the evidence was clear on his face. Fluttering his eyes closed he breathed out through his nose. Letting it get to him wouldn’t solve anything. When he feels his heart slow down a touch he lets out a sigh. Whatever happens, Edward can not know.

Walking back with the box he looks over Edwards chest, looking over the already soaked bandages. Placing the box down he opens it up taking out the gloves first. sliding them on he takes out the scissors. “I’ll have to cut the bandages, whatever would you have under there needs to be restitched.” He kneels down in front of Edward, placing the scissors at the end of the bandages. Without saying a word he starts to snip, cutting through them. Luckily the first aid package had several spares.  The bloodied cloth falls to the floor, one by one. Until all that was left was skin. Placing the scissors back down he hums. 

“I didn’t think you made it a habit to get shot, Edward. I do hate to repeat myself, so please lie back.” Turning back around he takes the needle and thread from the kit, waiting for Edward to comply.

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“Marnie,” she replied, hesitating to offer her hand after noticing his clear discomfort with being touched. There were a few moments of indecision before she pushed her hands into her jacket pockets instead. “Marnie Bond. You?”

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Jon doesn’t even look down at the hand, giving it the time of day would be pointless. The idea of voluntarily touching someone wasn’t even worth a moment of his precious time. “Marnie. Ah, Hebrew for rejocing.” He gives the girl another look and nods. “Fitting.” He deadpans almost like it was an insult. “If you must know I am Dr.Crane.”