#ed x reader

[edsboxingglove]

a bit of a random thing i conjured up since i have absolutely no way to make these into oneshots or fluidly transition them into bigger stories.

i just need to get these off of my chest and this is all i got!!! maybe i’ll delete this and try to make it prettier…. we’ll see.

it’s not a fanfic meaning there’s no story. it’s more of a character development since i’m trying to see how ed feels and does during a relationship with us (that can probably help me make stories idk)

okay ENJOY

random ed writing

(new title soon)

a bit of a self indulgent fic and a sprinkle of self traits inflicted on the reader

note: i hope this is good. if not then YOLO!!!!! enjoy this and maybe i’ll work up the courage to write more about this guy.

1. his loving ways.

You know he loves you. At least, through his own unique ways.

The way he talks to you—it’s rough, a bit of boredom sets the tone of his conversation but only you can hear the carefulness in his voice. How his eyes focuses on those he talks to but can’t for the life of him stare at you for more than 2 seconds. How he shuffles slightly towards you when you do soft and gentle gestures directly at him such as fixing his hair or adjusting his jacket sleeve. He can’t stand people at times, he needs answers and reasoning quick. But with you, he holds his temper and restraint for you. He tries to be patient.

You’re not much a romantic yourself. You enjoy your own time, your own space, all things that keep you labeled as an independent individual. You have your own ways of showing affection; small kisses, sharing food, showing interests, double bodying for training purposes, etc. Others wonder how you two decided to seal the deal and became a couple. It’s a mystery to them, but you two didn’t care if they knew or not. It was a relationship only you two carried and shared.

Between the two of you, you were the only to lead the romantic gestures. Ed only followed along… 1% of the time. You would kiss his cheek before departing (when it was just the two of you or if everyone’s attention was to something else). You would squeeze his hand or forearm to let him know you would be right back. Firm hugs on the couch after a long day or even soft compliments in his ear in bed, all of them came from you. Only a small huff or nod at you to assure that he got the love you were giving him.

It was the small things from you. But, when you don’t initiate these actions or simply are running out the door because of the lack of time, he feels the need to fill in that awkward space (that only he feels).

You were running around your apartment. Slinging your bag over your shoulders and hurriedly shoving your feet into your shoes. Ed sits on your couch, lingering away in your apartment space after a winded fight he had this morning. You had forgotten that Luke is holding an event at the Bucklers Boot Camp that you had to attend to. Ed’s eyes remain close but he shuffled slightly once his ears pick up how close you are to the front door. He waits for you to turn to him.

It only took your hand to unlock the door that he realized you weren’t going to bid him a goodbye. Ed steadily sits up and looks at your direction. You mutter to yourself in frustration to the sock that clings unevenly at the bottom of your heel, too unaware that Ed was staring at you. The door creaks and the wind whispers into the apartment.

Ed rushes to you. His bruised covered hands grab onto your wrists, pulling you away from the opening door and facing you at his direction. You feel a warmth yet firm sensation pressing against the nook of your neck. The boxer planted a small kiss against you before he reeled back and planted another one at your cheekbone. A quick murmur of a goodbye from him was heard before he pushed you out the door in anticipation of you questioning his intentions.

It was no doubt that you tried to replicate that event. But he can tell when you’re truly in a rush or simply putting on a show. By the time you had gotten over it, it happened again. It was a rare occurrence but it was nice to know that he still viewed you as an equal partner.

Instead of verbally assuring you that he still sees you as a lover, he acts them out. — “You know what sounds good right now?” You blurt out in the background. You hold your breath until you heard a grunt of recognition. “A can of [insert favorite drink here].” Nothing comes from his end but you know in your heart that he rolled his eyes at the ridiculous remark. The next week, you find yourself groggy and a bit down in your emotions. To cheer yourself up, you remembered that you had some left overs of takeout from last night. Opening the fridge, you see that there’s a brand new pack of your favorite drink. You didn’t buy that, but you did noticed that there were two beer bottles standing next to them.

Ed doesn’t carry cards, only cash. He’s not into the whole process of using debit or credit cards. Sure, that limits his spending but he doesn’t find himself in modern society areas. Cash works fine. There’s no need to upgrade his lifestyle as he’s comfortable where he is. Which also leaves you on edge as he just tends to shove his wad of cash into his back pocket and call it a day. You gifted him a wallet and by ‘wallet’, it was a pouch you bought from the traveling countries you tend to find yourself in. It had purple and blue coloring fabric which reminded you a lot of Ed’s color palette and decided it was the perfect item.

The first time you showed it to him. He frowned. A bit displeased to see how decently bright the coloring was. “A pouch?” He exhaled. You sat up straight and playfully but firmly punched him in the bicep, “You’re welcome.” You then grabbed his wrist and flipped his palm up, allowing you to place the small pouch on top of his hand. “Do me a favor and store your money in here. I’m afraid one day that money is gonna fly away during a fight.” Ed scoffed but you noticed the corner of his lip turning. “Whatever, sure.” Before you could point out that he loved the gift, he wiped the smirk off his face. He tried to hide it at times—trying not to give you the satisfaction of being a good gift giver—but you notice that he still holds onto it when he pays for your nightly snacks or groceries runs.

It’s a bit of a rare occurrence for the both of you to be sleeping side by side. Ed is more of a nocturnal person than you are meaning that tends to his business in the late hours. If you are nearby by the end of his mission, you’ll find him knocked out on your couch. But other than that, he likely heads back to his own place. Whenever you do find yourselves underneath the sheets together, you tend to drift away. Your body moves and shuffles around during the nights yet finds themselves back to where you started by morning. You didn’t believe Ed when he annoyingly told you to stop moving so much.

Ed is a still sleeper but he does sprawl out his limbs in order to get comfortable. His eyes never fail to open immediately once he feels you bump into him. Legs over his, hands pressing against his side, or your body simply taking the thin sheet away from him entirely. It’s always horrible timing. The second he feels his body accepting the tiredness, you bump into him and restart that progress. A sigh escape his lips, his hands rubbing at his eyes before he sits up. There you were. Sleeping peacefully yet being a pain without knowing. These moments were the only times he was able to admire your features. The curve of your body, the texture of your hair, the features of your sleeping face, everything you that you were born with—he studied it all.

You care for him and he wishes he was just as decent as expressing his emotions as you are. But he knows you appreciate his honesty and roughness that was his personality. He made sure that you know that you are one of the few important people in his life.

His body unwinds more as he looks at your sleeping figure. Ed lays back down and turns on his side for a moment. Without a second thought, his arm slithered underneath your back and firmly grabbed your hip. Your body is dragged beside him and he presses his chest against your body to lock you in. His head finally sinking into the pillow once he hears your breathing clearly. The grip of his hand loosens but doesn’t lose its place. He had done this multiple times before so he knew you weren’t going to wake up this easy.

Affection isn’t natural for Ed. It’s uncomfortable, uneasy, unstable, it’s hard to achieve. Traditional affection has not made his way to him. He grew up rough, his receiving end of kindness was when he was allowed to stand up at a beating, a reward after a tough fight, and receiving boxing lessons from Balrog. And he finds himself doing the same for the other Neo-Shadaloo members. Falke helped him to understand the sense of traditional affection. It doesn’t mean that he acts upon them but rather acknowledges that it’s common for others who didn’t grow up in his condition. After meeting new people and finding himself in your life, it’s uneasy for him. It took a long time to find himself in this point of life. Years of the both of you recognizing each other as strong individuals, it was recent for Ed to allow himself to grow into these uncomfortable emotions. He values relationships in his life, that’s what keeps him going to help others like him free.

So this relationship with you was heavy on his heart in the beginning. Unsure if this was to work. Unsure if this would even last. Silently, he was grateful that you didn’t jump on the lovey dovey bandwagon. You took your own time as well which allowed him to feel comfortable with you even more. Now, he finds himself speaking to you first—a random question or a quick story of what had happened during his mission. A helping hand when you make dinner without needing to ask for his assistance. Leaning against you on the couch to feel the warmth you radiate. His teasing jokes that piss you off at no end. It was scary at first but the end results of seeing you feel appreciated and supported is worth it to him.

[spectrestrings]

Title: DAY 4 Pairing: Ed (The Painter) x Fem!Reader || The January Man Categories: fluff RICKMAS: White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes Word count: 2.1k

What a great day for a city stroll with Ed!

If only you could pull him away from painting to join you. No matter how beautiful the weather was, how clear the sky, and novel-like the mantle of snow shrouding the city, that was not a good enough reason to pull Ed out of his studio. You lingered by the window for a while, gazing at the sight with longing, telling Ed every detail that befell you, only to hear Ed's tone. He was excited by it, but not enough to go there.

To hear about it from afar.

Perhaps join you by the window when he'd put a temporary pause to his project.

"Come on, Ed. I promise you won't regret it."

You slanted against the wall by Ed's side, in his studio. The man concerned himself little with your propositions, his eyes glued on the canvas. His sleeves rolled up, even though he was wearing his shabby smock. That painter's smock, which you guessed you had to replace for him because he never heard your suggestion to get a new one. Far too numerous pigment stains smudged the fabric, making him look like a bearded reedling. To his unsurprising avoidance, you sighed. Yanking a stool, you slid it to his side and sat down.

"You've got white paint on your cheek."

No response again, Ed was concentrating on getting the ideal strokes, thus your voice became a background melody to his ears. Once again, he was too pure for this world. It did amaze you to some extent how focused he could get. Yet at the same time, you wished he'd do a little better with multitasking, so he could at least listen to you. Of course, that thought brought a smile to your lips. He was so immersed in the painting that his brow scrunched, making the dry paint crack and peel slightly.

"Not just white, you have blue too, a bit of brown."

You huffed and crossed your arms, waiting for Ed to finish that part so you could have a conversation. Christmas was just around the corner after all, the streets were lively, the festive spirit inundating everyone.

Everyone but Ed.

"It won't hurt you to go out today."

Ed continued painting, humming to himself. His deep voice always made for a lovely tune, which, under normal circumstances, you would love to listen to. However, it had an unintended effect of making you drowsy this afternoon.

"We could get you a new smock."

No reaction.

You sighed, leaning back in the stool. You held onto the edge to keep yourself from falling.

It wasn't the fall itself that concerned you, but where you would land. Looking behind, you were right to grab the stool for support. Underneath smidges of paint were fresh. Unlike Ed, you had no protective clothing.

That fabric did little.

You noticed Ed would roll up his sleeve. Then apply paint to his arm. When you asked him about it, he would mumble something you never understood, but smile to accompany the explanation.

His arm was in an identical state now. You tried to count the shades of paint he had tested on himself. Your attention could not keep up. Lulled by the sound of his brush against the canvas, his hum and the occasional pacing, you drifted temporarily, your head falling forward. The motion made you jerk awake.

Ed sensed the motion, more so because he had allowed himself a temporary break from painting and eyed you.

"Are you done?"

"Do I look done?"

"You are never done."

"Bingo."

You groaned, and Ed turned to you with his brow raised. Seeing him like this, the curious glance adorned by the colours on his face and arms, made you roll your eyes and laugh. He was far too pure for this world. Probably. Maybe not.

"I promise we'll be back by the evening."

Ed pointed the brush at you. "That's too late."

"Then we'll be back by whatever time you want, please, Ed!"

"It's cold outside. I am an artist, my place is here, not there." Ed's emphasis on that made you pout. God, he was impossible sometimes.

Ed was just about to return to the canvas, thus putting an end to your attempts, when an idea came to you. You jumped up from the stool, grabbing his shoulders. You didn't mind the paint coating your palms now.

"I will get you whatever paints you want, and brushes and canvases. Just come with me for one hour."

That was a hard-to-refuse offer. Ed was too idealistic to worry about finances, which sometimes showed. His concern was having enough to get materials. He never understood why that was. To him, this concept of financial stuff was such a bother. Which was precisely why the chance to get pampered with whatever he wanted was irresistible.

Ed didn't let that show immediately. He pondered for a minute.

Then his head turned to you unhurriedly, searching you with an inquisitive glance. Then, when he saw honesty in your eyes, his lips curved into a wide smile. He cast his brush aside.

"Now we're talking. Anything anything?"

"Anything."

Ed's smile grew wider. "And just one hour?"

"Just one hour."

Ed gave your lips an eager peck, then walked past you, shrugging his smock off and hanging it on a coat-hanger at the back of his studio. Then he disappeared to prepare himself and wash those paint stains from his cheeks. You did have a feeling he would forget about the ones on his arm, but you didn't mind. If Ed were joining you, then that would be perfect, no matter what he chose to look like for it.

For the small price of probably all your savings (hopefully not), you managed to drag Ed outside with you. You proposed the route, which he accepted willingly since you were so kind as to be his Santa this month. He was grinning like a child, holding your hand, tucked up in his jacket. His hand was warm, large, and completely engulfing yours. You were always shocked when he'd hold your hand to discover just how firm his grip could be. Surprisingly strong for a man who spent all of his time in his studio.

🎶I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats🎶

Around you on the street, pairs and groups of people walked together, gazing at the newly hung ornaments, sharing hot chocolate or laughing at who knows what. The people were flocking together in these cheerful packs. Everyone was bundled up in coats, scarves and hats to fend away the chilly breeze of the afternoon. It was early, and still there were people around. You could only imagine how festive these would be in the evening if only Ed would not be rushing to his canvas.

Ed had done his own survey of the groups around you. People intrigued him, as long as he watched them and stayed in his own comfort zone. Very few had the privilege to be this close to Ed. You were one of these people.

"Where to now?"

"Were you not listening to me?"

"I was." Ed glanced away with a guilty expression, "I think I was. I definitely was."

"I think your attention stopped at free art supplies."

Ed's lips scrunched with that same adorable guilty expression. You stopped in your tracks and pinched his cheek with your free hand. His face was colder than his hands. Your hand was luckily warm since you had kept it in your pocket until now.

"You washed away the paint."

"I have."

He squeezed your hand playfully, his grin returning. You could never take him seriously when he checked you out with those eyes. There was something of a lamb's purity you felt in him.

🎶With scarves of red tied 'round their throats🎶

As you continued your walk again, the store came into sight. The one Ed had insisted was the right one to check for his supplies. Oh, how he beamed when his eyes fell on the building, also decorated for the holiday. By the door, another group of people were taking a break, perhaps from their own stroll.

Ed squeezed your hand, smiling down at you.

"Do you see that?"

You had no idea what he was talking about, yet his joyous glint that sparked in his eyes made you chuckle, "See what? You are awfully vague."

"Their scarves, that's the exact shade of red I need." Ed's hand rubbed over your shoulder, then he began approaching the people. He wanted to ask them about it, but the poor man forgot that not everyone had that vast a knowledge in art as he did. You walked after him, trying to stop him, but it was too late. Ed was already engaging himself in conversation with those strangers, asking them about their scarves.

One of the people wanted to come closer to Ed to show him something, but as he did, he slipped. Hidden under the layer of snow was ice. Luckily caught in the last second by Ed's quick thinking. His instincts were as sharp as ever, you thought.

🎶To keep their little heads from falling in the snow🎶

"Be careful next time!" Ed beamed at the strangers, hugging himself to keep away the cold, then waving them goodbye. "You don't want your head dropping in the snow. You'll catch a cold!"

Ed came over to you, then grabbed your arm and pulled you inside the store.

"I know just what we get."

You wished you had suggested a budget beforehand because now you were starting to get worried that whatever he had in mind was going to be a bit more pricey than your pocket allowed, but once again, you couldn't refuse him. You followed him inside, nodding.

Ed was glued to the shelves right away and was entertaining an art conversation with the person behind the counter, who, by the looks of it, was well aware of Ed and his antics. You remained by one of the shelves yourself, not quite sure what to do, but glad to see that pure excitement in Ed. How sweet he could be when he had the chance to be himself this way.

At once, Ed turned around from his discussion with the employee and waved you over, "There you go, I have everything here!"

🎶And I turned 'round and there you go🎶

Ed's search ended successfully.

With as many supplies as he could fit in his bags and carry in one go.

Luckily for your wallet, it survived this cataclysm and had enough to spare for hot chocolates and Christmassy pastries. Ed was so satisfied with the purchases that he overlooked the time aspect in your early agreement and followed you willingly to a coffee shop. He carried his bags with pride.

As you walked together, you spotted a stain on his hand. It was red. He tested the paint on himself again. You raised a brow at it. Ed noticed the way you looked at him, and his eyes quickly darted down to his own hand. Upon seeing the red spot, he stopped.

"Oh, this. One second, hold this."

Ed passed you his bags, which were far heavier than you anticipated as he leaned down. He grabbed a handful of snow. He checked the surroundings, making sure nobody was coming. He rubbed the paint with the snow until it turned to red dyed water. It dripped on the snow beneath, pigmenting it red.

🎶And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red🎶

"If someone sees this, they'll think someone got hurt. Fell or something like that." You returned the bags to him as he dried his hands on his jacket. His skin was brighter from the cold.

"Ah, it's fine."

Ed followed you to the cafe, keeping his eyes on every passerby, then turning to glance at you. You noticed that behaviour in him before, and you had to admit, you never decoded what it meant. But you assumed it had to be good, because each time his eyes fell on you, he'd let a soft smile show.

A few days later, you were in his studio.

Late evening.

Ed was working on a canvas. You were trying to keep yourself awake. It was getting late, and soon you would return to your flat.

"Y/N!"

Ed appeared, motioning you over. With a proud grin, he showed it to you. The canvas, one of his projects, was completed. There, you saw yourself, in the coffee shop, and on your cheeks that shade of red paint he had insisted on finding. You covered your mouth to conceal your surprise, and Ed grinned, beaming with that genuine innocence.

🎶As strawberries in the summertime🎶

"There it is again, your cheeks... they look like strawberries in the summertime!"

[luvlyycy]

I know that you know that I know you like Ed from SF so could you write him literally breaking your back? Thanks 😋

"it's fine to be a pervert, baby." he grins, watching as you turn your head over your shoulder— batting your eyelashes at him, "then.. can i.. call you..– d, daddy?" .

ed thinks you must be some sort of curse, or a vixen because you get his blood boiling so much just by doing absolutely nothing.

"y- yeah . call me daddy, i'll be your daddy, 'kay?" he watches you nod as he rubs his swollen cock on your slit, the fat tip rubbing against your clit. "so fuckin' cute.. holy shiii- iit.—" he cuts himself off by laughing, hand still wrapped from his training before this— he pumps his cock once, twice, then he pushes his tip against your tight pussyhole. you lean your head against the soft pillow in front of you, hands grabbing onto the same pillow anticipation bubbling up in your veins.

he places his hand on your lower back, slowly rocking his hips forward gently, your cunt swallowing up his dick— only halfway in, he notes. you gasp lightly, one hand reaching back to spread your cheeks, the thought of him seeing you all needy n hungry for dick making your body heat up.

he groans , thrusts his cock fully into you, causing you to yelp. his eyes roll back before fluttering shut. "pussy's so tight–," he laughs, one hand wrapping around your wrist, "squeezin' daddy's cock like some nasty whore.". he slides his other hand to the side of your ass, pulling his dick out your cunt and using his hand to slam you back, watching the ripple on your skin.

you cry out a soft mewl, feeling him continuously fuck in and out of you, the thought of going gentle on you fleeting. the bed begins to creak like a mantra, only background noise to the loud slapping, squelching, and moaning that comes from your drool-laced lips. ed removes his hand from your wrist, noting how it just flops down to your side— he uses that hand to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and leaning forward. his blonde hair tickles your skin as he presses his cheek to your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your drenched clit.

"ya like this, mama?"

"mmggh... fuck— fuuhh-ckin, love it—"

"uh-huh. feels good, right? 'n who's makin' ya feel this good?"

"it's youuuuuu, dadd-- dyyy.. youu..!"

he nods against you, "yeah that's right. daddy's makin' ya feel good. 'n guess what?" he stopped talking as if you were gonna respond, but only got whining in response, "daddy's g'nna fuck a baby into this naughty pussy." he laughs when he feels your cunt tighten around his cock, trying to cream him already.

he mumbles a 'c'mere' as he leans backward, causing you to attempt to lean up, arms feeling like jell-o. "aww, baby girl is weak. okay okay, i'll help ya, sweetheart." he straight up giggles, placing his hands on your chest as he slows his hips, making sure not to knock you down. he then wraps his arm around your stomach, other hand on your cheek as he turns your head towards him.

"open up, tongue out." he grins when you obey, his fingers damp with your saliva.. poor baby is drooling so much, he thinks. he begins to pump his cock slowly into your sensitive cunt, causing his mind to wonder if you've already came since you're squirming so much. he lets his mouth fall open, thick tongue dragging against yours as he lets a thick glob of spit run down his tongue and into your mouth.

he doesn't tell you to swallow, but you do, and he lets out a deep groan from the back of his throat. ed speeds his hips up again, still licking at your tongue as he fucks erratically.

your moaning is so loud at this point, that it's echoing off the walls and shooting straight to your boyfriend's cock. "g'nna cum soon, schatz— (sweetheart)—" his accent thick as he presses multiple kisses to your fucked out face, babbles of 'inside' spilling from your filthy mouth, drool sloppily dripping down your chin and your neck.

he babbles in german, thrusting his cock into your cunt all the way, pushing you and him over the edge— a loud moan falls from his lips, voice cracking as your mouth falls open in a silent cry before squealing, spurts of squirt dripping from your pussy and onto the blue sheets on ed's bed.

he breathes slowly, pressing open-mouthed and wet kisses to your cheek, sometimes catching your tongue since it was still lolled out your mouth. he notes that your eyes crossed when he came inside.

"mmggh.. keep all my cum inside, liebling," the hand on your cheek slapping a few times causing the tears on your cheeks to splash a bit, "what a pervert you are, ah?" he smiles and tilts his head to get a better look at you when you shake your head no. cute.

"noooo??" he talks softly and laughs when he speaks, "whatcha mean no, babe? you aren't a pervert?"

"nuh-uhhh." you whine, shaking your head again.

ed stifles another laugh as he borderline hugs you, grinning against your skin, his blonde hair wet with sweat.

"you're g'nna be the death of me."

for yeewwwww my loooovvvveee !! (sowwy m so late !!)

✶ — do not translate, copy n paste, or do any sort of plagiarism with my work as that is illegal. all work belongs to me (@luvlyycy.tumblr)

[mylife-notyours98]

PLEASE IM BEGGING SOMEONE PLEASE!!!!

Can someone make a Ed X Y/n oneshot or series ANYTHING about this picture like Y/n went on a mission with the neo shadaloo team and got like really injured or something like PLEASE TODAYYY

[2flowerz]

Enthralling

“Aaah, my favourite human has finally arrived!”

Miraculously she managed not to blush. Why does he always make me feel like this? “You’re such a bad liar!”

“I know.” His eyes pierced her. “That’s why I told the truth. Come, make yourself comfortable.” With a smirk he lightly patted the bed he was lying on.

Ah, she could imagine being bold enough to go sit beside him...but, being a shy coward she opted for the armchair.

“Ah, you wound my poor, old heart, dearest. It hits hard to be reminded that you’re but a miserable man in his declining years in the eyes of ravishing younglings.”

“Ravishing? Perhaps you meant to say ‘the plainest human devoid of sensuality?’” She almost panicked, what was she thinking? It almost sounded like she was trying to flirt! With him!

A chuckle as he studied her intensely for a moment, then, “An unforgivable mistake based on your first impression. You carry yourself with so little self confidence...it takes effort to discover your true essence. It's worthwhile, but it takes time.”

That left her speechless and this time her cheeks flushed.

“You remind me of her.”

Ouch. A pang of jealousy gripped her stomach. Was it jealousy? Envy?

“A human lover?” She managed to ask in an almost casual tone.

He nodded, his gaze on his hands. “The only one I actually fell in love with.” He took a long breath. “She refused to be turned though...”

“What?” She couldn’t believe that anyone would refuse to share eternity with him. “But why?”

“She didn’t want to lose her humanity no matter how much she loved me. I accepted and respected that.”

“But you’re not some heartless monster! You’re sensitive, altruistic -“

“I also live like a recluse, I only occasionally take other people's problems to heart...” His tone was soft, like he was trying to explain a painful truth.

“Well you've always been kind and very human to me. And Rui and Lyca -”

“Maybe I wasn’t always like this. Maybe I’ve just gotten softer with age.” A gentle and reassuring smile painted his lips.

“I refuse to believe that.“ was her stubborn response.

A low chuckle and his fingers on his lips formed an inquisitive look. “What would you do? What would your answer be, if someone offered to change you?”

“Yes, of course!” Every single drop of her blood conveyed to her face in an instant in realisation of what she just said. She felt like she couldn’t blush more. “I mean...if my l-lover proposed such a thing...why would I refuse to spend an eternity by his side?”

It was hard to read his expression. Head slightly tilted, a gentle smile and intense, unblinking gaze piercing her, his index stroking his lower lips. It almost looked like he was reading her mind.

“Have you ever hoped she would change her mind?” She asked unthinkingly.

“Till her last breath.” His delicate hand reached out to her. “Humour me, will you?”

She felt like invisible strings were pulling towards him. Almost involuntarily she stood up and moved to sit besides him.

“Aah, that’s better.” He sighed softly. “I find myself longing for company lately...a gentle and caring touch to bring warmth to these old aching bones…”

His fingers started tracing lines over her hair and face, ears and neck. Slow, sensual, deliberate movements were testing her self control. The coolness of his porcelain fingers should have been unsettling but instead she felt them leaving burning traces behind. She was completely captivated by his gaze and seductive voice. Was he hypnotising her? Bewitching her? She neither knew nor cared to find out... Her body and mind were his to play with and dispose of.

“Come on,” he whispered into her ear, “why is it hard to openly admit?”

She couldn’t speak.

“Perhaps what you want is just a sentence away…” His cool breath tickled her jaw and neck. “You just need to spell it out.”

She shut her eyes, her pounding heart threatening to jump out of her throat. “What should I...”

“Just tell me what you want, what you feel and nothing more. I won’t force myself on you.”

“I...like you.”

“Mm-mm, almost there...“

“I. I love you, Ed. I want you.” She couldn’t believe she actually blurted out those words.

“There. Was that so hard?” Her eyes opened to his smiling face. Despite the light tone of his voice there was no trace of mockery in his expression. She felt a burst of embarrassment and hoped the ground would swallow her then and there.

“I hate you!” A punch to his chest made him burst into laughter.

“Come now, doesn’t it feel good to have let it off of your chest?”

“You lured me in but you were just playing with me! I feel like an idiot and now-“

He silenced her with four words.

“I want you too.”

As always a huge thank you to my now official editor 😀 @danieyells

[megalony]

It’s not safe

This is my first Ed Warren imagine (The Conjuring) I love all the movies from this franchise and this character just seems to stick in my head atm. I hope you all like it, feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Ed and (Y/n) go to investigate a seemingly haunted farmhouse but when (Y/n) ends up trapped, Ed needs to get to his wife before she drowns.

Enjoy.

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"Hun, you okay?" Ed whispered the words against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear before his arm softly curved around her waist, keeping her protectively tucked against his side as they walked into the house.

His dark chocolate brown eyes focused on his wife, searching for the little telltale signs he could always pick up on. Ed knew every little action, movement and word that showed if (Y/n) was comfortable or if there was something wrong and right now, it felt wrong.

It had been over two months since the couple had last come to help a family in need and from the desperation in the wife, they knew this wasn't going to be a hoax.

The house was a lovely painted white farm house with a lot of land, a lake and a big swell of privacy surrounding it. (Y/n) was drawn to the scene it created and the swell of joy it caused to bubble in her chest at the thought of living somewhere like this with Ed. A house out the way of everyone, somewhere with space to plant and grow and nurture and an old enticing house.

Stepping inside the house was a different matter entirely.

"It's not safe."

A small, tight-lipped smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips but her words sent a shiver running down her husband's spine. If she said those words it meant that there was a malevolent presence in the house that she could either see or feel.

(Y/n) knew this was her calling, to help people and make them feel safe and secure and out of harms way, but it took a toll on her that Ed was becoming increasingly worried about. He knew how anxious his wife could get and he knew that despite her sixth-sense, (Y/n) was afraid.

An exorcism or a séance would frighten her, the unknowing, the things she saw, they left marks, shock effects and they increased her fear with each one they saw.

"Okay, stay by my side hun, you'll be fine."

She could feel his hand becoming firmer on her hip and his body pressing up against her back like a coat of armour surrounding her for protection. If she was beside Ed then she would be and feel safe, nothing would harm her if he was with her.

It was in Ed's nature to be protective and this line of work only amplified that feeling, but after their last exorcism he was reluctant to move even an inch away from his wife.

(Y/n) had been backed into a corner, her chanting, her Latin, her prayers had all done nothing to keep the spirit at bay. When Ed had found her she was curled up beside the door, hands covering her ears and her eyes tightly closed as she chanted a prayer through sobs.

He wasn't going to let that happen again.

"Rob, would you like to show us round, explain where things have happened?" Ed slowly rubbed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s waist, his steady breathing comforting her and pushing her to keep calm and steady too.

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A soft breath parted through (Y/n)'s lips an her body started to lose the tension it held when she felt two strong arms caging around her waist before Ed's chin was then perched on her shoulder. She could feel the way he had to stoop down to lean down to her since his height towered above her own but it only made her feel more protected.

When his lips pressed against her exposed neck (Y/n) couldn't help but smile at the butterflies that it caused to errupt throughout her system. Any touch from Ed could cause fireworks in (Y/n)'s system just like the first moment they met.

"How do you feel, hun?" Ed's voice was soft and quiet, the words muffled against (Y/n)'s neck causing vibrations to run through her muscles and up her jaw.

"I feel okay... the house feels alive, in the wrong sort of way though."

Part of Ed had wondered if he was going to be able to get (Y/n) up the stairs with the way she had clung to the bannister earlier and took very slow steps. The presence of whatever spirit or evil was in this house was harbouring the most up on the first floor.

Now that the sun was very slowly setting behind the fields, the house was starting to come alive. Fear manifested at night when people were scared and vulnerable and the evil seemed to know this no matter where they were.

But (Y/n) felt calmer with Ed by her side and with her in this room, she felt a lot more at ease than she did when they arrived this morning.

"I'll help Drew finish up setting the cameras and thermal imaging soon and then we're all set for tonight."

When all the cameras, imaging machines and wires were set up, everyone would settle to their rooms, the family would try and sleep and Ed, (Y/n) and Drew, plus the police officer would see what happened. They would listen to the audio set up in each room and watch the house come alive.

"I'll get a shower then I'll help... stay here, please?"

(Y/n)'s voice drowned off at the end but her eyes said everything that was going through her mind.

The tension in her body briefly came back until Ed slowly turned her around in his arms and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

"Sure, sweetheart. I'll wait in here for you." Ed didn't need to ask nor did he want to upset his wife by making her tell him what he could already see. She didn't want to be left upstairs alone, even with the family pottering about, it didn't feel safe. Especially with the family roaming around, anyone could wander in the bathroom and find her by mistake.

Leaning up on her toes, (Y/n) pressed a kiss to Ed's lips, her palms gently caressing his face with her fingertips brushing patterns against his skin before they reluctantly parted. She felt Ed's hand wander down to feel her bum before he moved to sit on the double bed pressed up against the wall.

The family had all decided to sleep downstairs in the living room together when the strange occurences started to happen. Ed and (Y/n) would be camping out in the kitchen with the equipment tonight but for now they could get changed or rest upstairs in this room which had an adjoining bathroom they could use to freshen up in.

His eyes watched (Y/n) slowly pad into the bathroom, leaving the door half open as they always did. (Y/n) wasn't a fan of locking bathroom or toilet doors, especially in a house that was full of the unknown like this. The couple had a routine of leaving the door halfway open whenever they were in the bathroom separately just to be and feel safe.

Ed started to rummage through one of the rucksacks on the bed to get out the tape recorder so he could go over the tape they had recorded earlier with the family. The thick brown leather headphones sat easily on his head and he crossed his legs beneath him, drifting off into his own little world.

The moment (Y/n) stepped into the small, enclosed shower separate from the bath, she could feel her muscles relaxing. The hot water sprayed down on her skin like it was trying to help, trying to massage the terror from her system. It was comforting from the bitter cold sweeping through the wind outside and the steam from the heat made her lungs feel clear and open.

A feeling of contentment passed through (Y/n) as she slowly began to sway, something Ed always noticed and smiled at whenever they shared a shower. He loved watching her suddenly lean her thighs to each side and moved like the slow ticking of a metronome to silent music only she could hear.

(Y/n) knew she couldn't live in the shower tonight, as much as it would feel easier for her and feel safe, she had to get washed and get ready.

Her eyes remained closed from the moment she stepped under the water and her fingers methodically stroked through her hair, brushing it back on her head.

The contentment swelling through her didn't last long and (Y/n) felt like crying when it disappeared. It was a feeling that she didn't get very often when she was alone, only Ed could make her feel that way.

Unsafe.

The feeling was back again but it came with such a sudden shock that (Y/n) wobbled and had to find her centre again. It was like darkness seeping into her chest and swelling until she was about to burst. If she wasn't under the water she could have started to sweat and her skin would begin to prickle.

As if coming out of a trance, (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes, she should get out now and get ready before the feeling got any worse. She was just getting nervous about tonight, that was all. She needed to get to work, focus on a task and work through the night to rid this feeling and help the family rid this evil from their home.

A frown etched onto her face though, when her eyes cast down and she realised what she hadn't noticed a moment ago. The water was pooling around her ankles.

The shower wasn't very large, it was six by six foot if that, in a small square shape since the bathroom wasn't very big and the shower was clearly a new adaptation. But the water shouldn't be clogging around her like this, the stream from the shower head wasn't so forceful that it would take this long to drain the water.

Kicking her foot out, (Y/n) tapped her toe around the plug to see if the drain was getting blocked, but it felt like there was something just under the drain rim. All she could see was blackness down the drain. She hadn't shed that much hair or been covered in dirt or grime to block the shower this quickly and suddenly.

A startled yet quiet squeak left her lips when her hand pulled at the tap but it didn't work. She pulled the tap forward, pushed it back again, tried to twist it each way but the water stayed the same, the tap could have done a summersault but the water continued to flow.

This wasn't a coincidence.

"Ed... Ed..." She'd just have to get out and water log the bathroom until Ed could find a way to stop the water.

Why wasn't the door opening?

No, no please!

There was a handle on the outside of the glass door to the shower but to get out from the inside it just needed to be nudged. It wasn't working. The glass wasn't budging anywhere, not even an inch, it was as if (Y/n) had been put inside a glass box to be viewed and someone had glued the sides up.

Her slippery palms bashed against the glass causing droplets to fly all around her and steam marks to heat up around her imprint but it did nothing.

"Ed! Ed I'm stuck! Oh, God get me out please." Tears started to fall against her already sodden cheeks and her fingers curled into fists that smashed against the door but it did nothing.

The water was starting to reach her knees and travel up to her thighs already, she was going to drown.

The evil in this house knew, it was feeding off of everyone's fears and it knew that drowning was the one thing (Y/n) couldn't get over. A childhood accident had scarred her for life and now her fears were being listened to and played upon like an evil trick. She couldn't die this way, she couldn't drown, submerged in hot water stinging at her eyes and flooding down her lungs when they were burned and starved of oxygen.

A scream left her lips that rattled through the house before she curled her arms to her chest and thrust her body into the side of the shower.

Ed felt like the bed had rattled beneath him when a distant but audible scream hit his ears through the thick headphones. He tore them from his head, flinging the wire out of his way so he could be on red alert. His ears strained to find out what was going on and where the noise was coming from before his name pounded through his ears. He knew that voice; that was his wife.

As if a rocket had been set off in his system, Ed bounded off the bed and scrambled for the bathroom but the door was abruptly shut in his face. He couldn't stop himself from colliding with the door when it locked itself and a string of pain bolted through his chest but it was overruled by rage.

Something in this house was trying to hurt his wife and it was stopping him from getting to her.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n) what's happening? Talk to me baby."

Ed rammed his fists against the door, elbowing the lock before he turned to the side and started jolting his frame into the wooden door that was proving hard to beat down.

"The door- the shower door it won't open! I'm gonna drown," A guttural sob followed (Y/n)'s hiccupped words before she let out a whining cry. "Ed please!" Her shrivelled up hands clamoured against the door but the water was getting higher by the second. The more she bashed her fists on the glass, the more the water sprayed around her.

When she tried to ram into the sides to break through, she didn't have any momentum because the water was surrounding her and taking away her force.

"I'm coming baby, I'll get you out I swear. Keep talking to me baby." He didn't quite know what he was going to be facing on the other side of the door but whatever it was couldn't be good. He didn't see how (Y/n) could drown in the shower but he also knew that this wasn't her panicking about her fear of water. Something was happening because of the malevolent presence in this house.

Ed took to kicking the door instead until it finally swung open and he flung himself inside, turning right to try and see the shower before his eyes widened out of their sockets.

Now he could see what she meant.

Ed ran over to the shower, his eyes full of horror and his heart full of anguish for his wife. The water was almost up to her neck which caused her to plant her hands on either side of the glass surrounding her and her toes weren't touching the floor anymore to try and keep her afloat and keep her breathing.

He curled his fist around the door handle and tried yanking on it but the door wouldn't budge. (Y/n)'s screams and cries of terror were cutting through Ed right to his heart.

His face was beet red from anger and exertion, the buttons on his shirt were starting to become undone and pop from how he was flexing and moving drastically and the sleeves were clinging to his biceps. His hair was ruffled around his face, clinging to his forehead with sweat.

"Ed..."

"I'm getting you out baby, just look at me." Ed's voice was full of panic as he pointed to his eyes, he needed her to focus on him while he slammed the heel of his boot into the door causing her to shudder with the vibrations.

He grabbed and threw anything he could find at the shower but when his movements slowed for a brief moment, (Y/n) saw something change in his eyes. They narrowed slightly, his pupils shrunk and his nose and lips curled in distaste.

What was he looking at?

It looked like there was a shadow behind (Y/n) in the soapy water but Ed couldn't get a proper look at it before (Y/n) gurgled and screamed. Something unholy grabbed her ankle and yanked so fast and hard that she went below the surface of the water.

Her nails scratched against the glass, her palms trying to glue to the sides to push herself up but she barely got any air before she started to kick and fling about. Something was trying to drown her.

Tears left her red, burning eyes and Ed's name along with many prayers left her lips that were dribbling bubbles and water.

Ed whipped the cross from around his neck and tangled it between his fingers, words of Latin spewing from his lips as he tried to recite the quotes he remembered for any emergency exorcism. With rabid eyes and harsh breaths, Ed continued to pray whilst he shimmied the toilet seat from side to side before he wrenched it free and turned towards the shower.

The silent but deadly look in his eyes caused (Y/n) to push towards the back of the relatively small shower, coiling her legs and arms to her chest just as the word 'banish' escaped Ed's lips.

His arms heaved the seat over his head but he didn't have to slam it into the glass before the shower suddenly turned off and the door swung wide open.

A cloud of grey hurdled into the air, swirling around their heads before it disappeared out of sight.

The seat dropped from Ed's hands, crashing to the floor behind him before his knees buckled and he went down from the tidal wave of water that consumed every inch of him. He held his breath in his burning, starving lungs but kept his arms held out until he felt (Y/n)'s weight pummel into him and they skidded on the floor towards the other side of the room near the bathtub.

A growl left Ed's lips when the back of his head collided with the wall and his shoulders hunched and hit the wall, stopping him from sliding anywhere else and making (Y/n) waver in his soaked arms.

(Y/n) couldn't breathe.

Her eyes remained closed, her lungs burned and her chest heaved as she tried to catch a single bit of oxygen whilst coughing and spluttering the water she had accidentally inhaled. The cold, crisp air started to prickle at her skin until it felt like it was seeping into her bones making her tremble.

Her head was laid heavy on Ed's shoulder and her body was curled up against him like a child wanting comfort and reassurance. (Y/n) didn't realise she was crying and hiccupping until she felt Ed's chest vibrating when he began to quietly hum.

"Shh, baby I'm here. You're safe, you're safe I promise you." Ed pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head, feeling the water soaking up into his shirt and making him feel like he was bound in tape.

(Y/n)'s fingers started to dig into Ed's arms but he didn't care, he simply tightened his hold around her. He needed to hold her to assure them both that she was okay and safe with him. He had gotten to her in time, he didn't let her drown. If he hadn't of heard her screams he might not be sat holding her right now.

"I'll never let anything hurt you again, hun."

(Y/n) was the one thing in Ed's life that he feared losing, he didn't care about his own life or safety but he would break his neck to keep her safe. She was his world, and she was back safe and sound in his arms.

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Having a go at @deepperplexity 's Rickmas prompts.

Prompt 6: Out Of Care

"The January Man" Ed x Reader (established relationship)

Tw; depression

Plot; It's Ed and Readers first Christmas together. Readers depression is starting to flare up and Ed tries to bring them some holiday cheer.

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November had been a busy month for both you and Ed. He'd been working on commission pieces a gallery wanted to display for sale on New Years, and your job was getting busier and more stressful as the holidays approached. It was December now. You were both still busy and the city around you was becoming more hectic than ever. Ed had still noticed the signs that your depression was starting to flare up again. Since you'd gotten together in February, he'd helped you through a few bouts since then, and between work and the cold, dark weather settling in, it was starting to creep up on you again. You came back from work on Friday, dumped your things in the corner of the bedroom, climbed into bed and stayed there. Ed had seen the tiredness in your eyes. He'd hoped that a good sleep might help, but by midday the next day you were still in bed. He knew you well by now, you needed something different, something joyful, something to pull you out of your mind and bring you back to yourself. As he thought of what he could do, he looked around the apartment you shared. It looked like it did every day. There were no Christmas decorations up anywhere. He knew you had a cardboard box of decorations in the back of the closet, you'd brough with you when you'd moved in. Ed hadn't really bothered with Christmas much. He'd been out on his own for some time now and with just him he hadn't spent much energy on the holiday. But he remembered a few months ago, how you'd told him with excitement bright in your eyes, about the things you loved about Christmas and how you were looking forward to spending your first Christmas together. Ideas now filling his mind, Ed headed out. He left some breakfast and a note on the bedside table for you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple as you slept. It was late afternoon, almost sunset when he got back. You'd woken up a few hours ago. After reading Ed's note that he'd gone out for a while, you'd pulled yourself up enough to drink some of the tea and juice he'd left and had a shower, flopping back into bed right after. You felt so worn out and hollow inside. You hated this feeling, being far too familiar with it. You heard the front door open and close and Ed moving around in the main room. You jumped when you heard something clatter to the ground and Ed cursing under his breath. Concerned, you climbed out of bed to see what happened. As you stood in the doorway of the living room, you saw it was an empty easel that had fallen. Ed was setting an armload of shopping bags down on the kitchen counter. One paper bag, you could see, was overflowing with green and red tinsel. Ed caught sight of you and smiled, “Hi Darling, how are you feeling?” You gave his question a noncommittal nod and headed towards him, “What’s all this?” You asked, as Ed gently pulled you into his arms and held you. “Well, I got some more decorations.” He explained, “To put up with the box you have. The more the better, right? And I got your favourite take-out for dinner and doughnuts and the ingredients for mulled wine. Oh, and I rented some Christmas movies. I thought we could have a movie night tonight and maybe tomorrow go get a tree and start decorating the apartment. Sound alright?” You nodded, burrowing your face against his chest as you felt tears well up in our eyes. No one had ever loved you as sweetly as Ed did. He did so many things out of care for you. Before you met, you’d always faced these slumps alone, now you had someone to catch you as you fell. You almost didn’t know what to do with such a strong feeling of love and being loved. So you just surrendered to it, cuddling into his chest and letting his warmth fill the emptiness you felt.

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AN; Hope whoever reads this enjoys it. :) Merry Christmas!!