#doowop

note: hey y'all....I'm just gonna leave this here, see you guys in 6 months! (I think I'm kidding), there's another way I want to take this, so I'll post it later.

eddie munson x gender neutral reader

synopsis: you and Eddie spend a moment in each others company, the flamingos providing a background music.

warnings: lowercase letters, mentions of weed.

beholder | time: 11:50 a.m

"I only have eyes for you..."

your fingers strum across the cords with ease, lightly tapping your feet to the melody. the comforting smell of eddies shampoo hits your nose roughly, you crinkle it but plow through it with the next line.

"I don't know if we're in a garden.."

the bed shifts underneath a new kind of weight, and a chest is pressed against your back, your body unconsciously leans into the heat. a warm breath hits the back of your neck making you halt your movements,

"eddie!" you giggle, swatting his face away, "get back, you're making me mess up!"

he groans, throwing his head back in mock frustration, "I just wanted to watch you playyy."

you continue to strum, only pausing to readjust the strap on your shoulder, "you can watch me play-" you briefly nod towards the space in-front of you, "on the floor."

he groans again, this time throaty and childish, "why can't I watch from over here?"

"because your breath is like a sauna and all I can smell is chocolate chip cookies and weed." you deepen your voice, titling your head slightly.

eddie smirks, leaning so he could softly whisper in your ear, "I thought you liked it?"

you turn your head around towards him, just enough to still see the cords your strumming while being able to see his cocky grin. there was little light in his room, him having breaking it awhile ago- when play fighting with dustin. the sun shines through his boarded up window, providing some yellow light into the room. when he moves closer the light shifts towards the right side of his face, just below his lips.

you quickly look away before he notices, "I never said I did," you hum, moving your hands to the next progression, "or on a crowded avenue,"

"I beg to differ," he quickly turns around, moving his hands up and down his back while making damp kissing noises, "oh eddie!" he mocks, adding in wild head gestures, "I love it when you kiss me! you always smell so unique, I wish I could just eat the smell!"

a giggle escapes you as you push him away, "gross!"

"you are here and so am I..."

eddie stops moving around, situating himself against the pillows on his headboard, the sleeves of his sweater slide downwards as he neatly folds his hands in his lap. he looks content, which is a strange because he didn't seem like a doowop type of person. his main music taste was heavy metal, nothing slow or blues-sie. the contrast was very different.

you take a moment to take him in, a slight smile ghosting his features, it takes everything out of you to not put down the guitar.

"maybe a millions of people go by..."

"y/n?" eddies voice speaks over the music, you hum in response, pausing to say the next verse, "where did you learn how to play guitar?"

"my dad taught me along time ago, when I was little. thought I could put my quick learning skills to use," you play the next cord, "turns out I picked it up faster than expected."

he yawns quietly, not bothering to close his mouth, "why don't you ever play metal music?"

a light laugh shakes your body, "because that's your thing, ed's. not mine,"

"but they all disappear, from view..."

a light tease laces his voice, and he lifts his torso up for a second, with his eyes still closed, "so what is your thing, y/n?"

you don't say anything, letting the next verse hit him better than anything else, testing him to see if he was actually paying attention.