genre: fluff prompt: Eddie teaches you guitar word count: 527 words
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1979
You and your boyfriend were sitting in the living room of your shared house. It was around midnight and neither of you could sleep so he was teaching you how to play a song from his band's first album on his guitar. You were sitting on his lap in nothing but one of his oversized Van Halen shirts, him in nothing but grey sweatpants.
"Okay, for the chorus you repeat the same riff from the beginning," Eddie explained, moving your fingers back to the right spots on the fretboard of his custom Frankenstein guitar, helping you strum while singing the chorus of Runnin' With The Devil.
"Let me try by myself," you said, oozing with confidence.
Eddie smirked and peeled his hands off of yours, helping you off of him, and moving to the side a bit to give you some space to play. You started playing the opening riff, where you could mentally hear David's voice beginning to sing and the random noises he makes at different times in the song. You only messed up on the chords that you couldn't stretch your fingers to play. After the first chorus, you got frustrated that you kept muting strings and set the guitar down on the floor.
"What's wrong Y/N?" Eddie asked with a look of confusion on his face.
"I keep messing up on these chords because my fingers are too fucking short," you pouted.
"You just need to practice." He smiled.
That goddamn smile...
"Fine, I'll try one more time," you sighed and returned his expression. His smile always seemed to give you extra energy and self-confidence when you need it.
You reached down and grabbed the instrument and started playing the opening riff once more. Eddie sang along to the song as you progressed to the first chorus. You heard some muted strings as you played.
"Dammit," you uttered under your breath and set down the guitar, resting your face in your hands.
You felt a hand rest on your shoulder, pushing you closer to the source of the warm aura. He moved your hands away from your face and placed a finger under your chin, lifting your face to be met with his.
"Y/N. Tell me what's bothering you," he gave you a comforting look that let your nerves relax a bit.
"I keep messing up when I try to play, and it's frustrating because you're so good and-" He cut you off by kissing you passionately.
He pulled away and cupped your face in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks to wipe away the stray tears that fell from your eyes.
"Honey, I got to where I am by practicing. I spent most of my days messing around on my guitar instead of having a life. Of course you're not going to be perfect right away, but if you keep practicing, you'll get better and better," Eddie told you before kissing your forehead and pulling you into a tight hug.
