Anonymous Requested: Could you do an imagine for Eddie where he has been in love with the reader since they were in preschool and one day he just straight up kisses her because he can’t take it anymore? Thank you!!!
Pairing: Eddie x Reader
Eddie hated germs, he always has. But especially when he was only a small child, learning the way the world works and all he had was his mother’s guidance. Who only ever taught him that everything was dirty and that in order to stay completely healthy, he must take medicine. It’s just the way it was and being only young, Eddie didn’t know any better; so Eddie never shared.
In preschool you’re taught that sharing is caring, but Eddie didn’t care. In his mind, sharing passed diseases and unknown germs that could or would hurt him. So, because of this, Eddie spent everyday in preschool sitting by himself at one of the huge round colourful tables because kids didn’t like someone who wouldn’t share. That was, until you came. You were a new student, and had just moved to the small town of Derry a week ago. Your parents thought it would be best, and that the friends you made would last much longer than any you’d make in the big city.
Every table was full, so Ms. put you next to him. It seemed that you were just as quiet as Eddie, but yours probably stemmed from nerves more than anything else.
While the entire classroom was filled with young children chatting and the echo of amusement, your table was silent; just Eddie and yourself. Ms. gave everyone a blank sheet of paper and told the class to draw whatever they’d like; today was express yourself day. Those were Eddie’s favourites.
His mother had bought him his own large pack of crayons so that he could avoid sharing of any kind; and Eddie pulled it out with pride. Setting the box on the table, he slid open the tab and picked his favourite colour; red. Eddie paid no mind to his new table partner, you in the far back of his mind and instead focused solely on his work of art before him. Eddie didn’t notice the way you stared at your blank piece of paper with thought or the way your hands seemed to hang by your side, unsure of what to do with yourself.
In fact, Eddie almost forgot you were set beside him.
It wasn’t until your soft and meek voice called out; “can I borrow a crayon?”
The question astonished Eddie, not once had anyone asked him that. Not since he, quite rudely, denied another student at the beginning of the year. Eddie was going to just say no, without even glancing your way but then something seemed to almost pull him; pull his head to glance at you and he did.
Your eyes shined with the curiousity but fear of a new student; one that held mischief but hesitancy because you were unsure of the world. Your bottom lip jutted out in fear and regret, and your hands nervously gripped each other. Eddie realized you must be nervous, not only because it was your first day at a new school but because Eddie knew he wasn’t the most approachable kid in that class and yet you got seated next to him.
“My parents haven’t had the time…” You mumbled, your voice high that a young girl should have and your words slurred. “I really wanna hand this in…”
You may only be in preschool but handing in an assignment late never impressed anyone.
And with your watery eyes, pouty lip and soft voice, all advice his mother had ever given him seemed to disappear from his mind. Eddie forgot all about the idea of germs and what disease he could have he used the same crayon that your fingers had touched. He forgot all that and instead said; “sure.”
A smile almost immediately spread on your lips and your hands eagerly reached forward for a purple crayon. Eddie felt his own smile grow, happy that he was able to please another and not just himself. It was that day that Eddie learned there was more to life than just making yourself happy, and he could tell he’d done the right thing as he watched your face erupt with pure bliss.
Eddie then made the decision to scootch on closer to you, and lean over your shoulder to view what you were drawing. “I’m drawing me and my new friend.” You smiled, glancing at him before pointing to one of the stick person she’d begun drawing; “that’s you.” Her chubby little finger slid over to the finished stick person; “and that’s me. And this is the purple crayon.”
Eddie felt warmth spread through within him; he’d made a friend.
“I remember hearing that you didn’t like sharing.” You laughed, smiling teasingly over at Eddie who sat before you with a faux frown. “‘Germs’ and all.”
“Listen, do you know how many disease you can get from just simply shaking someone’s hand?” Eddie defended and you let out another loud laugh. Shaking your head, you patted Eddie softly on the shoulder; “no, no, don’t worry.” You exclaimed, holding your hands by your side in mock surrender. “I totally understand.”
“Hmm-Mmm, hey when you get a serious cold or something don’t come crying to me.” Eddie clarified, folding his hands before you. You bumped his shoulder lightly with your own, smiling over at his as he reluctantly smiled himself, before you both let out a quiet laugh. After a moment of silence, you paused, furrowing your brows in thought. “Hey, if you hated sharing so much, why’d you share with me that day?”
Eddie paused, his body growing still in panic. You looked over at him curiously waiting for his response patiently. Eddie glanced over at you, his eyes scanning your features that he loved oh-so much. It’d been your eyes, lips and voice that had swooned him but your personality only made him fall in love with you further. He may have not known it at the time, but Eddie slowly had fallen in love with you since meeting you that fateful day.
Eddie though, didn’t have words to describe why he’d shared his crayon with you that day. It may seem silly but to him it was so much more, and words couldn’t express the thoughts that had run through his five year old mind. Words he didn’t understand at the time but made so much sense now. The truth was, he didn’t know how to answer your question; there were no words to express the amount of love he held for you.
So instead, he placed his hand before him, to keep him steady and leaned forward abruptly; pressing his lips against your own. You froze upon contact, expecting nothing of the such but the second you registered what exactly was happening, you didn’t hesitate to respond. You leaned forward, but just as quickly as it’d begun it stopped and Eddie pulled away. You flushed; panting slightly as Eddie grew red in embarrassment.
“Sorry- sorry!” Eddie quickly apologized; “it’s just- I didn’t know how to answer your question and if i’m being honest, i’ve been completely in love with you since that day.”
Your heart swelled; “you’ve been…?”
Another moment silence passed and you leaned forward yourself, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “So have I.”