Heart Strings (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Heart Strings

You forced your attention back to the big, red guitar in your lap and started playing, getting a little further into the simple song before you screwed up again.

"Wow, okay, rockstar, you can stop showing off now," he joked sweetly as he reached for your left hand, massaging your sore fingers after he noticed you flexing them uncomfortably. You just shook your head, smiling at his support.

"It's like muscle memory, so it'll take us a few weeks before your hands start to feel normal."

You watched him gaze down at your hand as he lovingly rubbed each of your digits carefully, flipping your palm over to press his thumb into the muscles to soothe them.

"Does Corroded Coffin need a triangle? Because I know I could play that," you joke as a gorgeous laugh erupts from Eddie's chest, vibrating against your shoulder.

"You're being too hard on yourself, sweetheart. Guitar takes years to learn," he said as he rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you the sweetest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen.

"Guess we've got time," you said as your eyes stayed locked onto his for a while.

"Tons," he winked. "Wanna try again?"

You thought about it for a moment as you flexed your hands, noting how they were starting to cramp.

"I don't know, I think she misses you," you teased, standing from your place in his lap and pulling the strap of Eddie's most prized possession from around your neck.

He laughed as you handed his guitar to him like a newborn child, supporting the neck and base with dramatic caution.

Eddie moved to put it away when you spoke up.

"Wait-"

"Hmm?" He asked as he turned to see you sat on the edge of his bed with a request hanging on your lips.

"Do you think you could play something? Like something actually good, not whatever the hell I just tried to do for the past 2 hours..." You said with a smirk tacked on the end of your sentence.

Eddie rolled his eyes, laughing up toward the ceiling. He walked back toward the bed, slipping into the leather guitar strap with ease as you excitedly slid back to give him some room.

"And what would you like to hear?" He asked politely as he plucked his pick from around his neck, strumming it across the strings once to emit a simple, elegant sound of music.

You smiled, pulling your knees toward your chest as you wrapped your arms around them, giving him a knowing look. He knew what you wanted without you having to say a word.

"Again?" Eddie laughed, shaking his messy curls at you with big eyes. "You're gonna get sick of it, baby."

You leaned back toward the headboard with a giddy smile as you waited patiently, snuggled into the pillows that smelled of your eccentric, lovable boyfriend that sat perched at the end of bed.

"Of this?" You asked incredulously, motioning to the butterfly-inducing display in front of your very eyes. "Never."

Eddie looked down at his guitar as he began to play, the opening chords of I Just Want You by Ozzy Osbourne filling the small space of his bedroom. You watched in awe as he plucked the strings with unfair precision. Like he'd written the notes himself, playing them right off the top of his head.

You relaxed even more into the bed as he played, studying the way his fingers fell into the frets so seamlessly, caressing the neck of the guitar with grace and a carefulness you were quite familiar with. His hands were like art, ring-adorned fingers that moved fluidly and left such tender grazes on whatever he touched.

He floated through the verses quietly, glancing up at you every once in a while before inevitably looking back down at where his hands worked the strings. His eyes were softer, deep brown globes that sparkled in the low light.

You noticed him starting to hum along and felt your heart swell as his low, raspy voice eventually lifted from his chest as he gained on the chorus.

"There are no impossible dreams

There are no invisible seams

Each night when day is through

I don't ask much -

I just want you,"

He looked up to see your eyes glistening, smiling with a bit of shyness he rarely presented as he felt his cheeks warming up. He slowed his ministrations on the guitar, dragging out the last few notes as he kept eye contact with you.

"I just want you."

Your smile was bright and contagious as you clapped softly as he stood, removing the guitar and gently placing it back where it lived on his bedroom wall.

He returned to you quickly, sinking down into the mattress and straight into your open arms as he nuzzled into your neck.

"So tell me again why you don't sing for the band?" You ask quietly as Eddie places kisses up the side of your throat, stopping only to answer once he's covered the surface of your jaw.

"Because I play guitar," he deadpanned with big eyes, smirking as you rolled your eyes as his sarcasm.

"Fine, mysterious man," you smiled as he nipped at your neck playfully, tracing his nose over the soft flesh of your cheek. "I guess I kinda like being the only one you sing to anyway."

"Good. Then it's our little secret," he says as he raises his hand to lock his pinky into yours. You fasten yours in, admiring him as he slowly pulls your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

You can't pull your eyes away as he brings your hand down to rest on his side, reveling in the way his muscles flex beneath his thin Dio t-shirt. He leans closer to capture your lips in a long, lingering kiss that has you reeling for another.

"Now let me play you," he says with a soft grin.

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