This Is The Cutest Thing Ive Ever Read. EVER!!

this is the cutest thing I’ve ever read. EVER!!

Flowers

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie works at a garage, you work at the flower shop across the street. You always wave to him and smile and he's developed a little bit of a crush on you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of shy!reader if you squint, strangers to lovers

AN: I've been wanting to write this for a while. Back when I was in school, I would drive by a flower shop and across the street from it was a mechanic and this idea came to me. It just took me forever to finally write it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Eddie didn’t mind being a mechanic. It was steady money, he got to work with his hands, and he had plenty of free time to work on his music. And another perk was you. He didn’t know you, your name, anything. He just knew that you worked at the flower shop across the street and that you were quite possibly the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

The first time he saw you was by chance. He had been working on a car, the garage door open since it was the height of the summer, and the garage always got super stuffy and humid at that time of year, even early in the morning, and watched as you pulled up to the flower shop. When you got out of your car you smoothed out your shirt and then looked over at him. When the two of you had locked eyes, you smiled at him and waved. He felt a flutter in his chest that he hadn’t felt before.

So, it had become routine. Like clockwork, when you arrived in the morning, you would get out of your car and wave at Eddie, who always worked with the garage door open since that first time, and he would wave back, and later when you closed up the shop you would wave to him again before leaving. You hadn’t spoken a single word to each other, and yet Eddie was enamored by you. He thought of walking over and striking up a conversation many times, but never knew what he should say, nervous that he would come off as off putting or weird, so he stuck with your silent exchanges.

Until fate finally gave him a reason to talk to you.

He walked out into the garage, pretending he was going back to the car he had been finishing up some work on, but he was actually waiting for you to walk out of the flower shop. He was surprised to see you already outside, a worried pout on your face as you opened the hood of your car.

He was already halfway across the street when he decided he should see what the problem was.

“Hey, um, everything alright?” He asked, cringing at the slight nervous crack in his voice.

You looked up from your car and let out a frustrated sigh, “My car made this weird noise when I started it up this morning. I was hoping that it was just a one-time thing, but it’s still doing it. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.”

“What kind of sound?”

“Like a high-pitched screech.”

“Oh, is that what that was? I thought it was coming from the woods behind the garage.” Eddie laughed.

“Nope, that was me…well, not me, my car.” You chuckled awkwardly.

Eddie pointed to the hood of your car, “Mind if I take a look?”

“Sure.”

Eddie walked over to assess the damage. Everything looked fine from a glance over, but he knew better. He leaned closer and after a couple of minutes of poking around he found the problem.

“It looks like your belt needs to be replaced.”

You winced, “That sounds expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Eddie waved his hand dismissively.

“Wait, what?” You looked at him with shock and confusion.

“Don’t worry about it, I can fix for you for free.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, Sweetheart.” He didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to,” Eddie smiled at you, “We can just drive your car over to the garage and I can replace the belt. It shouldn’t take too long, maybe thirty minutes or so.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Eddie felt butterflies in his stomach when he saw the bright, thankful smile on your face.

-

Just as he promised, thirty minutes later your car was fixed. The time had past by quickly, you and Eddie chatting about your shared interests, favorite books, favorite movies, and the like. He chuckled to himself, he always thought you would be perfect.

When he saw you pull out your wallet he shook his head, “No, I told you not to worry about it.”

“I feel bad not paying you anything.”

“Think of it as payment for all the kind waves and smiles you’ve sent me over the past couple months.” He pulled a rag out of his back pocket and wiped the dirt and grease from his hands.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling too big, “You know I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

He chuckled, “It’s Eddie.”

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Eddie, and thank you again for everything.”

He shrugged and put his hands behind his back, “No problem…”

He trailed off, hinting that he was waiting for you to tell him your name, and you did. He thought your name fit you perfectly.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” You fidgeted with your keys, playing with one of the many keychains.

Eddie nodded, “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” You gave him another smile before getting into your car.

As you pulled out of the garage, Eddie waved to you. He felt giddy. After months he had finally talked to you, and you were everything he imagined you would be and more. When he got home that night, he promised himself that he wouldn’t let your conversation be a one-time thing.

-

The next morning, Eddie felt a rush of joy when he heard your car pulling up across the street. He quickly slid out from underneath the old, beat up Camero he had been working on and jumped up. He watched you get out of your car, dust off your shirt, and smile at him like usual. Only this time your smile was accompanied with a, “Hi!”

“Hey!” Eddie replied with a wave of his own, and then he watched as you unlocked the door to the shop and walked inside.

He had to fight the urge to go over and see you, but he was on the clock, and he didn’t want to come off as weird. So, he went back to work, sliding back underneath the car.

About an hour later, still hard at work underneath the Camero, he heard footsteps. He titled his head to the side to see but couldn’t find anyone. Figuring it might have just been his boss walking by, he went back to work.

“Eddie?”

The sound of your voice startled him a bit and he hit his head on the car, “Ow!”

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Your voice was laced with concern as he slid out from underneath the car.

Eddie rubbed his forehead, but his dignity hurt more than his head in that moment, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He chuckled, “I’m usually the one saying that,” he stood up and smiled at you, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

You felt heat rush into your cheeks, “Um, I just, um wanted to give you this.”

Eddie finally noticed the small vase of flowers in your hands, sunflowers. He gently took the vase from you, a jolt of electricity going up his arm when your fingers brushed.

“Sunflowers are a way to show gratitude and appreciation, and I just wanted to do something to repay you for yesterday,” the unreadable expression on Eddie’s face made you rethink the gesture, “and this was super weird. I’m sorry, I just felt like I needed to give you something, so I thought ‘oh, flowers’ but now this feels really lame.”

“No, no! These are great.” Eddie reassured you.

“You don’t have to pretend to like them.” Your tone was deflated.

“I’m not, this was really cute. I’ve never had someone give me flowers before,” he smiled, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a brief stint of silence that fell between the two of you, but it didn’t last for too long.

Eddie took a deep breath before looking at you with a shy smile, “Would you want to grab dinner sometime?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.”

His sudden confidence made your heart skip a beat, “I think I would like to get dinner sometime.”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am, but I’m also free tonight.”

The wide smile that spread across his face was mesmerizing, “That’s even better.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” Before you could second guess yourself, you quickly placed a kiss to his cheek and then walked back across the street.

“Tonight.” Eddie bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement as he watched you walk away.

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