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Little slice of heaven(Ed Sheeran x Reader imagine/fanfiction) Part 1

An imagine of a day in life on tour with Ed! Loads of fluff and its gonna be a long one, hope y'all enjoy this and feedback’s appreciated as always.

Word Count: 1663 

Warning: None except some major fluff incoming

The feeling of a strong, solid set of arms around you is always the best thing to wake up to, the blur of colours of his tattoos always taking a while for your eyes to get used to. You’d readjust yourself just the slightest, twisting slightly like a worm under his embrace so you can see him clearly, with his untamed orange curls and his softened expression, it never fails to make you smile. Your hand would be attracted to his hair like a magnet and start fluffing it up, and he would pull you closer to him when that happens. This morning was no different. As your vision starts to refocus you can hear the soft trickles of rain hitting the window, drip by drip, and the faint sound of traffic, you turned to face Ed trying as hard as you can to not wake him up. You giggled at the sight of him, his closed eyes were covered by his stray curls and he wore a lopsided smile.

As you were reaching out to pet his hair, the alarm suddenly rang from your phone on full volume and scared the living crap outta you. You screamed, causing Ed to jerk his head up, bumping onto your hand and causing an “Ouch!” to escape his lips. He fell back onto the bed, rolling over he managed to push you off the bed entirely, a loud “Oomph” later, the both of you broke into fits of laughter, you rolled around on the floor, stomach hurting from the laughing and your back aching from the fall, Ed peered over the bed, laughing while his right hand massaged his forehead.

“I think we’re both wide awake now,” he giggled, jumping off the bed then lying down next to you on the solid hardwood floor. He laced his slightly calloused fingers with yours, smiling that toothy smile of his looking at you.

A knock sounded on the door, followed by the usual alert from Stuart, "ED? Now I'm gonna assume you're awake according to that noise I heard. Now you've got a radio show at about 2.00 pm, and the concert is around 8.30 pm and sound check happens at about 5.00 pm, it's quite a free day," he paused slightly, "Now I hope I wasn't interrupting anything between the two of you and I'm done talking now so you both can pretend I wasn't here and just get right back into it you know."

"STUART!" Ed cried out, laughing as he did so, "We fell off the bed, that's all." Stuart laughed, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice, "Is that what they call it now? Well I better be off, I wouldn't want to hear any unwanted weird noises coming out, I'll alert the crew."

"I swear to god he's so dead, we're gonna get him back later yeah?" you turned over, facing him. He nodded vigorously, chuckling, "well that's something to look forward to." He had a boyish grin plastered on his face, his eyes lit up and he grinned even more, heavens know what prank he's thought of for poor old Stuart. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, then he winked at you, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter in super-sonic speed. That man. "I'll tell you later, and oh boy is Stuart in for a rough night."

Silence took over as he enveloped you in his arms, the soft fabric of his hoodie pressed against your skin as his scent entered your nose. The silence was broken by a tornado happening in Ed's stomach, causing the both of you to drop into hysterics, laughing so hard that tears were free flowing from your eyes, you both had to take a minute to calm down to breath properly again.

"Breakfast? I saw a lil' bakery down by the streets opposite the arena, I think you'll like it there," he stood up, left arm stretching as he pulled you up from the ground, as you found your balance, he pulled you in closer and planted a soft kiss on your lips, smiling as he pulled away. You tip toed and reached up to ruffle his copper locks, causing his head to lean down for your comfort."Let's go then.”

Hand in hand, walking down the streets of Toronto, the tall, looming buildings that shot out from the ground towers over the cityscape, shadow covering most of the land. The streets were not as busy according to city standards, with only some groups of people heading to work and some getting breakfast and that's about it. The chilly breeze blows on the both of you in a comfortable manner, if you weren't wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans that is. You shivered slightly as the wind bit your skin, causing you to nuzzle into Ed, whose right hand was draped over your frame, holding you close to him, being protective as always. He felt the contact when your head leaned into his chest, where his warmth was radiating most from. "Someone getting a lil' cold?" he teased, laughing as you gently hit him on his shoulders. "I'm fine teddy," you murmured, shivering even more now that a new gust of wind blew past.

Suddenly he stopped walking, you turned your head slightly in an awkward manner as your arm was latched firmly onto his body, "Please let go for a while love," he smiled. Nodding you lazily let go of him, your hands immediately moving up and down both of your arms, slowly walking next to a wall, you crouched down while trying not to freeze in the cold air of Toronto. Ed took off his hoodie with no hesitation, throwing it over as he walked to you, catching the warm bundle mid-air you put it on in a matter of seconds, his scent and warmth wrapping you up like a burrito.

"Better now? "

"Much, much better," you thanked him with a gentle kiss on his cheeks, to which he returned his signature grin, fingers entertwining with yours right after that, then pulling you in once more, as if to say to the passer-bys that you belonged to him, and no one is allowed near you except him.

A few more steps later you both arrive in front of the entrance of a small and neat looking bakery, which has its logo printed on a wooden door with a golden doorknob. The large windows on either sides of the door stretched from ground level to a few inches away from the roof, all sorts of pastries were displayed on the trays and plates and light brown paint decorated the walls. Excited, your right hand twisted the doorknob within a second while your left hand, latched tightly with Ed’s, pulled him into the small bakery with you. The door swung open and instantly your nose catches the sweet, sweet scent of a mixture of pastries and bread thats displayed all over the shop, it was quite an overwhelming sight to behold. “Wow,” was all you managed to say, letting go of Ed, your eyes wandered around the bakery, from the rows of baked goods to the small wooden tables and chairs placed in the small corner, you wanted to grab one of everything and try them all. “Well just staring at them wouldn’t fill your stomach,” Ed giggled, watching your reaction in awe. Walking rounds and rounds around the small space for at least 15 minutes you both decided to settle on some doughnuts and a croissant. Ed offered to pay, the cashier being especially patient with him as he dug out loose change from his jean pockets, blushing slightly as he finally dug out the last coin needed, “I don't know whether you’re being a gentleman or a total embarrassment for a world-famous superstar right now,” you joked. “Oh shut up,” he smiled, opening the door for you as the both of you returned back into the embrace of the breeze.

Walking around the city while the two of you were literally glued next to each other you both ended up somewhere called the Roundhouse Park, and decided to sit down on the field of grass to start devouring the bought goods. Ed bit into the icing aggressively, as if he hasn't eaten in years and finished his share of breakfast in about two minutes. You took your time on yours, watching crumbs fall from his mouth as he wiped his lips clean, “That was some good food,” he mumbled, licking his lips. You nodded in agreement, finishing up your first doughnut. Halfway through the second doughnut Ed leaned it, and when you thought his lips were about to land on your cheeks, they instead bit off almost all of your doughnut, munching in delight he giggled at your expression, “Thanks for that.” Next thing you know you were both rolling around on the grass, laughing as you playfully hit him for stealing your food.

“I paid for it!”

“It was MY doughnut, Edward Sheeran,” you pinched his nose while he was crying out tears of joy, drawing attention to the both of you, “I’ll forgive you for this one for now, if we keep wrestling each other out here in public the whole of Toronto will be here to watch.”

“S’ry, couldn't handle it, I’ll cook lunch for you later then,” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “I’ll buy you s’more before we leave Toronto alright?” You snorted, “Well then, guess I’ll witness how you burn down the whole of the tour bus later then.” He threw his arms up in protest, “I’m not THAT bad at cooking,” staring intently into your eyes. “Alright you win! That look needs to be made illegal Ted, you're gonna murder me one day,” you sighed in defeat, “now weren't you gonna tell me ‘bout how we’re gonna get old Stu back later in the day?”

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(Credit to all the photo-takers, NONE are mine!)

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I feel that Ed Sheeran has redefined what it is to be attractive. I know all his fans and I would agree that he is the most gorgeous thing our eyes have ever seen but to someone who doesn’t know him he isn’t exactly hot. I know I’m probably not alone when I show my friends a picture of him and they are surprised and say things like “what?!” “He’s not cute” I think this makes me love him even more because he showed us that you don’t have to be everybody’s definition of hot to be attractive. His lyrics and his character and everything about the way he is makes him the most beautiful human being to me. He’s proved that just being yourself is the best thing there is. I will forever love him for that. 

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It’s moments like this that I regain a little faith in the world

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When anxiety kicks in(Ed Sheeran x reader! fanfic)

Inspired by the twitter situation and all the hate he's been getting. Poor Ed, people are such asses sometimes. Hope he's doing well.

Word count: 550

Warning: Slight angst, swearing and mentions of drinking

Holding the almost empty can of beer in his hands, he looked up to see it was already 1 a.m in the morning. With a sigh he heaved himself off of the floor and he chugged the remaining sips of beer then threw it to the ground which was already littered with loads of empty cans.

Wobbling slightly while avoiding anything he could potentially trip over he managed to reach the sleeping area of the tour bus in one piece. You were asleep, your face was one of peace and carefreeness in this state and how he wished he was like that too. Sighing once more he tumbled onto the unoccupied side of the bed, groaning from the impact. Clumsily he put on his discarded hoodie that was left on the bed since morning and wrapped himself in the bundle of blankets. He needed to sleep, he needed to distract himself from reality, he needed to stop worrying or he might just explode.

Sleeping was easier said than done, he moved slightly every few minutes, from looking up to looking sideways to his face being pushed against the pillow and yet he still couldn’t sleep.

It didn’t take long for his movements to wake you up, blinking while your vision starts to focus you could smell the alcohol from him, and alcohol was almost always liked to his stress(besides when he’s partying I guess). Rolling to your right you could see his ginger locks in a mess as it always was, slightly covering his eyes, he was huddled against the blankets with his green hoodie and his face worn an exhausted expression.

In less than a second your arms had wrapped around him, pulling him into you and flooding his nose with your scent. He jumped slightly, before squirming beneath you, trying to push you off, he was frustrated and you could tell but in his drunken state he was only as strong as a five year old. He sighed, defeated. “Teddy, what’s wrong? Just tell me, let it out,” you said into his ear, worry clear in your voice. You started tracing small circles on his back, you knew it helped him and he sunk deeper into you, you felt his muscles relax against you and the two of you stayed there in silence for a couple minutes.

You stopped tracing the circles when you felt teardrops on your neck, followed by sniffles, you froze for a second but then gripped him tighter, holding him as close as possible, afraid that if you had let go he would break into pieces.

The teardrops soon turned into waterfalls of his pain, his frustration and his locked up feelings which he wished didn’t exist. They were ripping his soul from the inside, all the hate and everything in general directed towards him was extremely unpleasant lately and it pained him. “All the fuckin’ haters on twitter is  fucking killing me. The media keeps bringing it up, mentioning it in interviews all the time, as if there’s much to talk about it,” he swallowed, “it’s a sickening, painful feeling to be reminded all the time how many and how much people hate you......i-i-it’s frustrating.”

“T-they’re like reminders of how I won’t be good enough to perform, to succeed and to please my fans. They m-make everything I-I do seem pointless and make me question myself to t-the point where I can't be confident on anything at all anymore...” he trailed off, his head sinking deeper into your shoulder, you held him close while patting his curls. 

“Wh-what if my f-fans starts to hate me too? After all I’m just an arse who can't handle anything properly, I’m such a disappointment, my fans are disappointed and so is my family...soon (Y/N) you'll be disappointed too...”

“Ed, listen to me, I know theres haters but they’re everywhere, I don’t get why on earth they hate you, I just don’t think they have a heart honestly, like you’re such a nice soul Ed, you have to understand that. Your fans love you for who you are, and don’t try to change yourself for the haters. It’s hard but we’ll all be here for you, for every bit of it.” You held him even tighter, “everything will be alright in the end Ed, you’ve said it yourself.”

It was extremely rare for you to see Ed cry, and it was even rarer under such circumstances when he was on tour, which he loved and it never failed to make him happy. You knew about the hate towards him from the haters and the trolls on twitter and social media in general and you’ve always reminded him that even with the hate there are millions and millions of people who loves him and cares for him for who he is and he shouldn’t care about the haters. Yet he still cares, the problem with Ed is he cares too much, he cares about what people think about him even when he says it doesn’t bother him, he knew it was impossible to please everyone, but he doesn’t understand why everyone is so negative to him. He was bullied as a kid, and having that painful past still affects him as an adult, you know that he can’t help but feel like everything is repeating.

He’s struggling, like a lost child in the dark, he needs guidance and someone to understand and help him. But for now, he needs rest, and someone to love him.“It’s alright Ed, it’s alright, tomorrow will be better, trust me.” You can feel him nuzzle into your neck, making you giggle, “Care for some tea? It helps.”

You felt him nodding but then he shook his head. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” you smiled, curious. He cleared his throat, while raising his left hand to wipe away the tears, “I said, yes, but no cause I want you to stay with me.”

You saw a smile on his features and he gently kissed you on your cheek. “I don’t know where I’d be without you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, I love you so fucking much.”

He slowly lowered the both of you back onto the bed, then he pulled you into him as your hand reached up to pat his ginger curls. “I know sheerios that will kill for you to say that to them.” He chuckled, “Maybe I should show them some more love? After all this world lacks love more than anything .”

“It sure as heck does lack it.”

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Reposting this cuz honestly I'm one of the most insecure people I know x

Are you insecure? (x)

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HEY Y'ALL TUMBLR SHEERIOS! I'm sorta new on tumblr and I write fanfictions and post all sorts of random shits for the ginger bear. I'm kinda shy but once you get to know me I'm all sorts of crazy. You guys can call me DaiEn and bloody hell I'm honored and fudging excited to board the smut train, although I would definitely prefer sitting in the dining wagon though, so save a seat for me! I'm from Asia, on a potato-looking island(not gonna specify it)

SMUT TRAIN ROLL CALL!! We have had so many new Smut Train (ST) guests lately that a few of us decided to host an official roll call for ST entry (open to all and closed only to negativity). Reblog and add: what you wish to be called (name, nickname, initial, whatever works for you) and your location (don’t be specific if you don’t want to be, we just love to see how worldwide our train passengers are)! ALL ABOARD!!

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THIS IS THE LUCKY ED GIF.

REBLOG AND ONE DAY YOU WILL MEET HIM!

or just reblog because its cute af

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Ginger curls

Based on the picture of Ed with that fluffy af hair. Idea sorta flew in looking at the pic so hope it won’t be too shitty as this is my first Ed fanfic. Sorta fluffy.

Word count: 247(this is a short one)

Warning: none

“Why are you looking at me like that (Y/N)?” Ed questioned, putting down his guitar and looking over at you. 

“What did you do to your hair today?” You smiled at how fluffy he looked, his hair was still slightly wet from the shower he just had. He looked almost identical to a teddy bear at the moment. “My hair?” His eyes looked up while he patted his hair, “I don’t see or feel any difference.” He scrunched up his nose in confusion, he looked extremely huggable. “Come ‘ere,” he proceeded to join you on the couch, enveloping you in his colourful arms.

“Well, on a side-note you are much much fluffier today, somehow,” you smiled against his chest, the strong smell of shampoo and soap filled your nose. He always smelled good, and especially after a shower. You reached up to touch his hair and you fell in love with how soft it was. It took you almost no time to start petting his hair, you loved how curly and ginger they were and the way they felt was amazing. “Did you use like a new shampoo or something? They’re extra soft and fluffy today, you’re like a real teddy bear now,” you giggled.

“Honestly I can’t tell the difference,” he mumbled,“but I like how you call me fluffy,” he smiled. He looked so much like a kid its unbelievable, so technically he’s a little bear cub. “Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, not stopping the petting of his hair. “I know I wouldn’t mind,” he tightened his grip around you, his scent engulfing you.

“When are you stopping this?” he chuckled, his right hand draped over your frame while you continue petting him in the tour bus.

“I don’t know honestly, but I can’t help it Ed, I just can’t.” 

Stuart walked in just in time to see the two of you cuddled up on the couch with your hand lost in his ginger curls. “Lovebirds,” he said to announce his presence, Ed nodded in response, knowing he was probably here to alert him its almost time for his interviews. “Sorry to stop the cuddle party but Ed you’ve got some radio shows waiting for you in about 15 minutes. Time to get ready, and meet me outside in 5 minutes.” And with that, he left as quickly as he came in.

“I swear, you did some magic to your curls today, Sheeran.” He nodded, sinking deeper into the couch with you in his arms. “The magic trick is known as the Ginger’s charm, glad you liked it.” You laughed while your other hand went up to his face to squeeze his cheeks,”You’re such a dork.” “I know I am,” he said while turning his head to kiss your hand. “You’re gonna be late you know, Stuart won’t be happy.”

“But you’re happy now, aren’t you?" You nodded, “and that’s all that matters.”

So that was that, hopefully it was fluffy enough, feedback will be much appreciated! x 

@ownerandwriterofedsnnnnggghhhh Mind helping out a fellow sheerio that would definitely not mind to join the smut train?

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Hi Sheerios I’m new on tumblr lol. Been a sheerio for almost a year now, and I’m loving the community, but there needs to be more tumblr love for the ginger so I decided to make a blog for the ginger Jesus cause there’s just not enough blogs for him, although the smut train is proving to be an interesting follow. So I will post a lot about the one and only Ed Sheeran but mostly fan fiction. Smut will be unlikely but we’ll see.