Text Me || Eddie Redmayne

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Eddie looked up and gasped when he laid his eyes on the blonde.

Shawn was really attractive on screen, but in real life, no words seemed proper enough to describe her beauty.

Nor could any words properly describe the feelings Eddie felt at that moment.

Eddie stared with wide eyes, then he strode towards her quickly, trying to get closer but enough so he didn't step into her personal space, he couldn't believe she was there. Actually there.

"Shawn." Eddie spoke first, his voice quiet and soft.

Two things happened as soon as her name escaped past his lips.

One, a very shrill scream that would've put any Banshee to shame erupted suddenly.

And two, Eddie found himself in a very warm, rib-crushing, koala-styled hug so generously given to him by Shawn.

Eddie hugged her back tightly, hoping-wishing this wasn't some cruel dream. He clutched onto her smaller frame for dear life, and he breathed her in.

She smelled like sweet, sweet strawberries. He decided in that moment that strawberries were his favorite thing.

Shawn nuzzled her face in Eddie's neck, she buried her hands in his cinnamon-colored hair and got her fingers tangled on the strands.

"Oh, my gosh. . . Eddie. . ." She breathed absentmindedly and then she pulled back with a dazed look on her face.

"You're here. . . Oh, my God! YOU'RE HERE! EDDIE REDMAYNE! OH MY GOD!" She began screaming smiling widely.

"I'm here. . ."

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Eddie looked up while he held a box of Shawn's DVDs. He stared at Shawn smiling at all the fans crowded around her speaking excitedly.

"Oh, June! Hey! Come here, where have you been?" Shawn says with a smile while hugging a short girl on the pudgy side.

Unconsciously, Eddie gripped the box's edges while looking at how focused, friendly, and happy she was in each movement she did.

Her beautiful small hands gliding gracefully across DVDs, shirts, pictures giving out autographs.

He wondered how her hands didn't cramp up, probably because she's done it a million times before.

It was interesting to watch, if he did say so himself. The friendliness, the patience, and effort she's putting into something like this was kind of surprising. In a good way.

Besides, she had taken her jacket off, revealing a plain black T-shirt that hugged her body, her every curve and her breast just right.

Eddie blushed and then his phone vibrated in his pocket, he tucked the box safely under one arm and took it out to check the message.

Chewy🎭
You know, if you keep staring you're gonna fall and break my dvds

When did she even turn?!

He quickly focused on the task Tyler had assigned him while Shawn signed. To put up the boxes. Not before he replied, that is.

Eddie🚂
Who's staring? Not me Smith.

Chewy🎭
Yes you were.

Eddie🚂
How would you know? You didn't even turn around.

Once he sent the message, a few moments later Shawn turned around with a small smirk now plastered to her signature smug look.

Eddie frowned questioningly, she raised a brow, then he gasped as the realization hit.

"Dammit!" He had practically confessed he was staring! Smooth, Eddie. Real smooth.

"Got you," Shawn teased, chuckling at his embarrassment burning red on his face. "I wasn't even sure you were, but thanks for being honest. My pride couldn't take it if you weren't."

"How does your head not hurt with that big ego of yours?" Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes dismissively, Shawn laughed in response.

"Aw, babe, don't hate, appreciate."

"I hate you." Eddie said jokingly and pouted, going back to the task at hand.

"Aw, I love you too, Ed." She hummed and winked at him playfully and turned back to her fans squeaking and giggling fans.