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becuzpurple · 4 years

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Oh the nostalgia - my very first one-shot!

It’s a One-Shot!

No actual Sexy Times occur, but there is some nakedness - sadly, it’s not Ed’s. My sincere apologies. It’s mostly fluff and silliness. :-)

I hope everyone likes it!

Without further ado…

ICY HOT - A One-Shot

What was I thinking? I’m so stupid…

I can totally do this, I thought. It will be fun, I thought.

Except I could not do it, and it was not fun at all. It was hell.

It was just a stupid Pilates class - I thought it would be easy. I’m a former nationally-ranked gymnast, for Christ’s sake. OK, that may have been years ago…but I’m in pretty decent shape…I think. I mean, I still run. I thought I was pretty limber. But I apparently have “poor core stability.“ Whatever that means. Hmph.

I pulled into the driveway, turned off the ignition, and just sat there in the car for a few minutes, the back of my head leaning against the headrest. I didn’t want to move - my muscles had already started stiffening up during the 10 minute car ride home. I was sore everywhere, but my upper back and my ass were feeling particularly awful. My body definitely wasn’t used to the kind of workout that Pilates involved.

Damn.

I eventually made my way inside, and headed directly for the shower. It was a weekday, near noon, and no one was home. The kids were in school and Ed was out at some sort of meeting.

I’d been standing under the spray of water, just savoring the sensation of it beating down on my sore body, when I heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey, I’m back.”

“Hi. I’m dying. I’ll be out in a bit.”

He pulled the shower curtain over and peeked in at me, his eyes roaming appreciatively up and down my body.

“You don’t look like you’re dying.”

“I had my first Pilates class. And I’m definitely dying. My entire body hurts. I’m going to lather myself up with some Icy Hot once I’m done in here, and then I’m not moving ever again.”

“Sexy.”

“I’m telling you…”

“Want help with that?”

“With what? The Icy Hot?”

He raised his invisible brows up-and-down at me in a comical attempt at lewdness.

I stood there, naked and soaking wet and so, so sore, and rolled my eyes at him as I tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to give away my amusement.

“Sure, that would be great. Thank-you. I can’t really reach my back, anyway. But this is not going to be a sex thing. I can barely move. And Icy Hot would feel awful in certain places.”

“OK.” He leaned in and quickly kissed me. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Ten minutes later I exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I’d combed and toweled my hair, but it was still wet. I handed the tub of Icy Hot to Ed and took off the towel and laid it out on the bed. Then I laid down upon it, face down, completely naked.

“I’m ready.”

“Be right there,” he answered softly from across the room. A few seconds later I heard the beginning notes of the “And Winter Came” album by Enya floating softly through the room.

He climbed up on the bed and unscrewed the lid from the tub as he sat on his knees, straddling my thighs.

“Where are you sore?”

“Everywhere…”

“You want me to rub this stuff everywhere?”

“No, maybe just my shoulders and back…and my ass.”

“Your bum is really sore, then?”

“Fucking burns like a motherfucker.”

A surprised gasp of a laugh burst from him. “I guess so?”

“You have no idea.”

I couldn’t see him, since I was laying face down on the bed, but I just knew he was silently laughing at me.

“C’mon, it’s not funny! You try doing Pilates and see how funny it is when you can barely move afterwards.”

“Sorry. You’re just almost never this grumpy.”

I heard him unscrew the lid, and a few seconds later I could feel him smearing the cold, goopy balm over my shoulders and upper back. The coolness of it was slightly startling.

I usually prefer deep pressure back-rubs. Since I was already so sore, though, I needed a lighter touch. I still wanted to feel some pressure, but nothing like I usually prefer. Ed seemed to instinctively know that without having to ask me, and he applied the perfect amount of pressure to my achy body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the beautiful music and the amazing feeling of his hands on me, applying the cool, menthol-infused cream all over.

“Is this OK?”

“Mmm-hmmm…” I breathed out.

Between the warmth of his fingers massaging my skin and the Icy Hot doing its thing and heating up, I was feeling so relaxed I almost could have fallen asleep.

But then his hands moved down to my bottom, and I was instantly hyper-alert.

After a few nice, firm caresses, his hands disappeared from my skin for a few seconds, only to return with more of the cool, menthol-y balm. He began massaging it in, and it soon covered all of my backside.

I know that he has a “thing” for my ass - he’s never been shy about that. Part of me wishes I could have watched him while his hands were on me, because I have a feeling he was enjoying it just as much as I was. He was being very attentive and very thorough, using a combination of finger-tips, thumbs, palms, and knuckles to work out all of the tension in my muscles. It felt freaking phenomenal.

So…I’m low-key turned on pretty much at all times when I’m around Ed, especially when he touches me. And this situation was no exception. I mean, I was naked, he was straddled over my legs with a very close direct view of my ass, and his hands were all over it. Unfortunately, they were also covered in Icy Hot, which severely limited anything else he could touch.

Fuck.

Without any forethought, I found myself starting to arch my back and move my hips a little bit - up into his hands, seeking out…something.

“You enjoying this?” I could actually hear him smiling.

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

You like my hands on your arse, yeah?”

“Yeah. Feels good.”

“Too bad I can’t put them anywhere else.”

I groaned in frustration and he just quietly laughed at me. “Don’t blame me. You’re the one who laid out that rule. Not that I disagree - in theory.”

I took a sighing breath. “I know. Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it, though.”

We were quiet for another minute or so. He brought his hands to my hips then, and began to lightly smooth his hands over them, from my waist to my thighs, and then up, slowly repeating the action.

“You have the prettiest bum I’ve ever seen.” His voice was low and soft, and hearing those words come from his made the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I was officially putty in his hands.

I was honestly so turned on by then and squirming fretfully and wanting to be touched in 100 other places.

DAMN YOU, ICY HOT.

He held me by my hips to keep me from fidgeting too much.

“Down, girl.”

“Hey!” I brought both hands back to the middle of my back and double-flipped him off.

He wasn’t even trying to hide his laughter anymore. “Sorry. That was rude of me.” He gave each of my butt cheeks a light smack. “All done.”

After he climbed off of me I turned around and sat up to face him. I still felt sore, but it was much less so than before.

“OK. Put your hands out like this.” I held up both of my hands, palms facing out, just to the sides of my shoulders. He mirrored my pose, and I grabbed hold of his wrists.

“What’s this?”

“Just making sure you don’t touch me,” I explained, sidling closer to him.

He blinked a few times at me curiously, but was more than willing to see what I was about.

I kissed him then - first with short, sweet pecks to his full lips, then the corners of his mouth.

“Thank-you,” I murmured in between kisses.

“For what?” he muttered into my mouth.

I laughed softly into his mouth before leaving another kiss. “For the Icy Hot.” Then I left a small nibble on his lower lip. “And the massage.”

I pulled away and saw that his eyes had zeroed in on my boobs.

“Hey. Up here,” I grinned, releasing his hands and gesturing to my face.

He let his hands drop to his lap as he slowly dragged his eyes up to mine, smirking the whole time. “I just thought I’d take a good look…since I can’t touch.”

“Ohhhhhh, OK.”

He leaned his upper body into mine, keeping his hands in his lap, and returned my kisses. I rested my hands at his hips while we smiled goofy smiles and just enjoyed each other’s closeness.

After a minute or so, his phone started vibrating from his jeans pocket.

“Your pants are vibrating.”

He looked at me meaningfully as he pulled his phone out and shook his head. “You have no idea.”

He glanced at his caller ID and sighed.

“I have to take this.” He sounded sad.

“Honey?”

He looked up at me as he was about to answer it.

I was waving my hands in front of me and trying really hard not to laugh. “No, stop! I think you just got Icy Hot all over it…”

He looked down at his phone in surprise - as if he’d be able to see the offending substance on it. His finger was poised just an inch from it. It stopped buzzing, indicating that he missed the call. Then he looked up at me, seeming to be both annoyed and amused at the same time.

“I - I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to get it on your face.”

“Oh! OK. Thanks…I need to…I need to call him back…” He was still holding and staring at his phone.

“Well…wait. Wash your hands and wipe down your phone, first. I’ll get dressed and make us some lunch while you’re on your call.”

“Yeah. I’ll do that. Why the fuck is my brain not working?” He shook his head and laughed, and then gave me a slightly accusing look. “I think your nakedness distracted me.”

“Ha - my job here is done,” I uttered softly.

With a grin, I got up off the bed and started rummaging through my dresser for my underwear. He watched me for a minute before going to the bathroom to clean up. Don’t think I didn’t notice the look of admiration he was giving me before he left, though.

“Alright. I’ll be down for lunch in a little bit, then.”

“OK,” I answered softly. “Love you.”

He stopped just before he was about to close the bathroom door, looked back at me curiously, and smiled. “Love you too, sweet girl.”

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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Wow, reading through my old stuff is a trip - I’d completely forgotten all about this! It’s cozy...kinda nice on a chilly fall day like today. ❤️

Here’s a tiny lil’ blurb, not part of my BP series (although it probably could work there, too). It was a request, so thank-you, Anon!

I hope you like!

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becuzpurple :39: “I wish we could stay like this forever. “

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I Wish We Could Stay Like This Forever

It’s Sunday morning, and we’re sleeping in. Well, I’m awake, but we’re both still in bed. He’s sound asleep.

Checking my phone on the nightstand, I see it’s only a little after 7am. So much for me sleeping in.

I quietly slip out of bed, hoping not to rouse him, and wash up and brush my teeth before heading straight downstairs towards the kitchen and some much-needed coffee.

After a couple cups and a few loads of laundry, I spy my sleepy boy shuffling into the living room, where I’m currently sitting on the sofa folding clean clothes while the morning news show drones quietly from the TV. He’s wearing gray and white plaid flannel pajama pants and a long-sleeved red thermal shirt. It’s more than he wore to bed, but mornings have been a little chilly lately.

He squints at me through drowsy eyes, hovering in the archway. “Morning. Coffee?” His voice is still crackly with sleep.

“Hey, you. Yeah, there’s half a pot left. Bring me one, too?”

“Mmmm,” he nods as he sleepily plods into the kitchen.

A few minutes pass, and he joins me on the sofa, setting down two steaming mugs. Without more than a glance he begins sorting and folding socks from the pile I’d formed.

“Aww, you’re taking on sock mountain.”

“They’re mostly mine, anyway, yeah?”

I consider the black socks with the blue Divide logo all over them that he is currently rolling up into a ball, and huff out a small laugh through my nose. It’s so funny to me that he wears his own merch…that’s my goofball.

“You aren’t wrong.”

My mind wanders as we fold and sort. He’s a bit of a dichotomy. He’s so normal, but his career is so not normal. All the fame, money, and special privileges that have come his way…I think it could be very easy to get completely caught up in that lifestyle and to forget that it’s actually quite exceptional. But he works really, really hard to maintain as much normalcy as he can. He loves the simple things in life: family, friends, love, laughter, kindness, good food and drink… He puts effort in every day to make sure he doesn’t take any of these things for granted. He surrounds himself with them. That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy the perks of his job. Who wouldn’t? But he’s not an asshole about it, and that speaks volumes to his character. He’s the goods.

“Do you have a lot left to pack?”

“Yeah, like, everything…” He rolls his eyes self-deprecatingly.

Nodding, I ask, “What can I do to help?”

“Umm, nothing really. I just need to shower, pack, and then confirm my ride…”

“Well, I’ll feed you, then - you need to eat.”

He flopped back against the sofa, a slightly petulant sigh escaping him. Turning to me with his signature cheeky grin, he answered. “You take such good care of me. Who’s gonna take care of me on tour when you’re not there? I might starve. And I’ll have no one to cuddle or snog or fu-”

“-OK, Mr. Let’s Eat 1000 Wings by End of Tour,” I tease. “I don’t think you starving is a possibility. And the other things? You’ll just have to wait for me to visit in a few weeks.”

I turn my body into his and direct his lips to mine. Our kisses are lazy and languid - soft pecks and tugging lips and smiles and sighs. Then they become longer and more thorough, yet we still take our time. His slow kisses are my kryptonite.

It’s a perfect Sunday morning. We’re together in our home - our home! - sipping coffee, still in our pajamas, folding laundry, smooching on each other, and I don’t want it to ever end.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” It just slipped out.

He’s still for a few short seconds, and I wonder if I shouldn’t have said that. Raising my head up from his shoulder where I’d been resting it, I glance at him. He’s wearing a faint, soft, knowing grin.

“Pretty sure that’s the plan, pretty girl.”

Ohh, my. Jesus, the way he’s looking at me now…I’m sure it’s how every girl dreams of being looked at. I thought he’d already completely taken my heart, but hearing him say those words, and seeing that look on his face when he smiles at me? I‘m starting to see that my love for him isn’t finite, but keeps growing. My heart is his to take again and again and again. Forever.

“It‘s the plan?”

“Isn’t it?”

I feel myself mirroring his beaming face, nodding.

“Yes. Yes, it is, Teddy.”

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Well, it’s not much, but I hope you like it, anyway. :-) I’d love to know your thoughts!

#ed sheeran #ed sheeran fanfic #ed sheeran fic #ed sheeran fluff #becausepurple #becuzpurple #cozy vibes #reblog

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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Piggybacking on last nights reblog of ‘Hospital’ (pt. 1)...here’s the reblog of pt. 2, called ‘Home’.

I hope you enjoy it!

Home - A One-Shot (pt 2 of 2)

WARNING: Sexy Times occur 😊

(Pt. 1 - Hospital)

12 Days Post-Surgery…

“…he’s been here, ya know?”

“Mm-hmm…” Nathan sounded distracted - probably on his Nintendo.

I couldn’t see them - but was only feet away from the door to Nathan’s room. I’d been about to bring him some laundry, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard the tail end of what Lucy was saying. They were both in there, but they couldn’t see me.

“Nate,” she sounded almost like a teacher or a parent trying to get the attention of a daydreaming child.

“Hold on! What? OK…it’s been fine, I guess. He’s helping Mom a lot. And I don’t think she’s sick of him,” he laughed.

I couldn’t see them, but I guessed that Lu was smirking and nodding her head while looking down.

“Sooo, what if he stays?” Lucy’s voice was very soft.

Keep reading

#ed sheeran #ed sheeran fanfic #ed sheeran fic #ed sheeran mature fan fic #celebrity fanfic #becausepurple #becuzpurple #Ed & Kate #Ed & Kate love story

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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I can’t believe it’s been over 3 years since I wrote this. It feels like it was only a year ago.

Anyway, I hope this finds a few readers - new or old!

Hospital - A One-Shot (pt 1 of 2)

I was asked for some Cuddly/Caring Ed and came up with this idea. The bulk of the cuddles and caring will actually come in part 2, though (sorry!).

I wrote a part of this from Ed’s point-of-view for the first time, which was really weird for me since I’m so used-to and comfortable using Kate’s voice. But she was unavailable (you’ll see why soon), so Ed needed to step up!

Enjoy!

Something was definitely not right. I’d had a stomachache since late morning. It was just below and to the left of my belly button at first, and then it traveled right. Eating didn’t help, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t intestinal pain, either. Painkillers did nothing - it actually got worse as the day went on. It was unfamiliar to me - I’d never felt pain quite like it before.

We’d had plans to visit my parents that evening, and celebrate my mom’s birthday. I wasn’t sure if I should cancel or not, or maybe just stay home and let Ed take the kids without me. But I decided to suck it up and go. At about 4 pm we all piled into the car and made the short ride over to my parents’ house.

Keep reading

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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Ok you’ve convinced me! 😬

Seeing @fingersnthumbsbaby reblogging her writing is making me think that I might want to do a little bit of that, too. 😁🙃

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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Seeing @fingersnthumbsbaby reblogging her writing is making me think that I might want to do a little bit of that, too. 😁🙃

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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I’M WRITING!

It’s not the main BP story!

Who am I?

#ed sheeran #ed sheeran fanfic #writing is hard #words are hard #but it's cute and I kind of like it!

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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Would anyone be interested if I did this? I got almost zero interest/feedback when I mentioned over the weekend that I’m writing again. I know Ed’s on break, but maybe some new stories could revive our blogs a bit?

blurb night blurb night blurb night!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!

so i KNOW i said “no blurb nights until july because i have school!!!!” but school sucks and i need serotonin so tonight is going to be a blurb night!!! it’ll start OFFICIALLY at 9pm PST (because i have a class until then rip me) but you guys can send in ideas now if you want????? and when i start to get distracted from my essay and end up on tumblr i’ll answer them!!!!! i’d say i’ll answer right at 9 but we all know my attention span is in the negatives so. im gonna end up on here before then.

if you haven’t been around for a blurb night before, here’s how it goes!!!! you can send in:

concepts about harry

aus about harry

thoughts about harry

soft stuff. not so soft stuff.

basically anything to do with harry???

truly anything

and niall too we love that lil man sorry i forgot about him

and if you’re wondering “leyla!! wait!!! i love aus but don’t know which ones to choose!!!!” here are some popular ones from past blurb nights!!!

mob/mafia

photographer

prince

best friend

boxer

college

bad boy

greaser

eras like 70s/80s

actor

anything else you can think of!! the list is endless

if you don’t wanna see any of blurb night thats fine!!!! just blacklist the tag #blurb night and i promise there are no hard feelings!!!

okay i’m gonna go work on my essay so start sending stuff in!!! see you all at 9pm OR when i get distracted in like. 20 minutes oops

#ed sheeren #ed sheeran fanfic #lets bring this corner of Tumbler back to life!

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becuzpurple · 4 years

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I know it’s not new, but I’d love your feedback just the same!

NUMB

(this is a re-posting of an old story I started almost 2 years ago, but never completed. This is the introduction, and I have 2 more chapters to repost within the next few days. I’ve just started continuing to write the story, so, in hopes that I follow through, I’m reposting the existing parts now. I hope you enjoy this, and please shower me with positive comments and likes, because that will definitely encourage me to keep writing, lol!)

Samantha Jean Kinney needed to start over in a big way. She’d been in a bit of a rut, just going through the motions of everyday life, feeling slightly…dissatisfied but unable to put her finger on why, exactly. After an unexpected blow to her personal life, she decided it was the perfect time for a much-needed fresh start.

Life is weird. Bad things happen. Wonderful things happen. Do we control these things, or is it fate? Maybe it’s both, or maybe it’s neither. In any case, I don’t want to let life just pass me by any more. I want to take it by the horns and enjoy the hell out of it…to be kind, be generous, and make the most of what I have.

I want to really live, rather than just exist.

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INTRODUCTION - No Returns

November

I was in shock. How could I have been so wrong? I loved him so much, and I believed he loved me right back. How could I have not seen this coming? How could he have done this to us?

I thought Brandon had been under pressure because of work. I knew things were really busy at the law firm, and his client-load was heavy. For the past several months he’d been working long hours and not getting enough sleep. But I understood. I was supportive. If he needed time to unwind or be with friends, I encouraged it. On the flip side, if he needed my shoulder for emotional support or my body for physical comfort, they were his. I was there for him, damnit.

Not that I was his doormat. I had my own life, too, and I didn’t put it aside for him. But I thought we were sharing, blending our lives. I thought we’d eventually get married. We lived together for almost 2 years, for god’s sake.

So when I returned home from a long Thanksgiving weekend visiting my parents (he said he couldn’t come because of work) to find our apartment virtually wiped clean of his existence…calling it a complete shock would have been an understatement. He’d taken the majority of the furniture and all of the electronics. He left me the older sofa, the bedroom set, most of the kitchen supplies, and the cat. My own personal belongings were untouched, thank goodness.

He left a note taped to the refrigerator door spelling out his reasons. As far as I could tell, it was mostly lies, exaggerations, and ridiculous accusations used to justify his actions.

“There’s no point in maintaining a relationship that brings no returns…”

“I’m sure you’ve been with other men…”

“We don’t have the same interests or goals anymore…”

“I hate your fucking cat…”

No person is perfect and no relationship is perfect - we’re all works in progress. I’d always put effort into Brandon’s and my relationship - it was a priority to me. So, I was baffled as to why the first I’d heard any of this was literally AFTER he left. I guess I really wasn’t as important to him as he was to me. He pretty much came right out and said it, didn’t he?

I never cheated on him, nor even considered it. So, naturally, his accusation led me to wonder if he’d been cheating, and if he was deflecting his own actions onto me.

I wondered exactly what his goals in life were, and when and why I stopped fitting into them. Or if I ever did, for that matter.

And my cat? Really?

I sat down hard on the sofa - the sole piece of furniture left in the living room, and considered crying. But I couldn’t summon tears - yet. PB appeared and wrapped himself around my legs once before jumping up on my lap. At least I had something living and breathing to hold on to, even if it was only my somewhat apathetic cat.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Part of me wanted to call him and demand he tell me what the actual fuck was up his ass. I wanted to defend myself and refute his ridiculous claims. Yet I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was so gutted.

I didn’t call.

I was too numb to do anything, to be honest. I sat there for a long while, trying to wrap my head around everything, but all I felt was shock. It hadn’t sunk in, despite the evidence all around me. I knew he’d been unhappy lately, but I never imagined it had anything to do with me. I thought it was a temporary, work-related thing, and that he’d eventually work through it. And he let me think that while he was planning this.

Fucker.

Eventually I got up, scrubbed my face, pulled my hair back into a messy, loose ponytail, and changed into my most comfy flannel pajamas. Ambling into to the kitchen, I wondered if he left me anything in the refrigerator, and was relieved to find a bowl of leftover pasta. I warmed it in the microwave and opened a bottle of red wine. I didn’t bother with a glass.

I could do worse than wine and pasta, right? It’s comfort food.

I thought I’d sit and watch something on TV while I ate - something that would make me laugh, because god knows I could use it. But then I remembered that he took the TV and all the TV equipment.

Double-fucker! It’s fine, though. I have my laptop and Netflix.

But the goddamn twatweasel took the router, too.

And that’s when the tears finally came.

(NEXT CHAPTER)

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A/N: Notes and likes and reblogs and comments are welcome and wanted! I need your feedback, please!

#BecausePurple #NUMB #edsheeranfanfic #ed sheeran fanfic #ed sheeran fanfiction #edsheeranff

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