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[ant1draws]

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[buckley1986]

Little By Little (pt.1)

word count - 1.1k

fem!reader, eddie is kinda shy <3

After working at The Hideout for a year, you finally talk to the guitarist from Corroded Coffin.

(This is my first piece of writing and I just wrote it on a whim basically, pls lemme know if u enjoy! I want to continue this into a slow-burn romance)

Sighing, you stubbed out your cigarette on the ground with the thick sole of your Doc Marten boot. The thump of the bands pounding bass and raging drums seemed to shake the walls as you re-entered the dingy dive bar. The smells of spilled beer and stale piss filled your nostrils but it didn’t bother you like it used to.

You recalled the first few months of working at The Hideout, struggling to take orders over the ear-splitting music. Tuesdays were particularly difficult as Corroded Coffin were relentlessly loud. You wouldn’t have described their sets back then as face-melting, but in the past year they had found their style and you’d become something of a fan.

After wiping down the bar, mopping the bathroom floors and reattaching the toilet seat that seemed to be perpetually broken, you watched the band start to pack down their setup as the owner struggled to convince the last few stubborn drunks to leave the bar. Your eye was caught, just like every other Tuesday, by the shaggy hair and lanky frame of the guitarist as he was coiling his lead. Letting out a chuckle, you sauntered toward him and called out, “hey dude! You know you’re doing that wrong? Or do you like having tangled leads?” His hair swished as he turned around to face you.

“Huh?”

“The way you’re coiling your lead, you’re supposed to go over then under, otherwise it’ll get tangled. Here, let me show you.”

You stepped closer and took the lead from his ringed hands and uncoiled it.

“Here, so you hold the end like this, grab the lead about there, coil it over. Then, see this is where you were wrong, you grab it kinda underneath like this, then you coil it. Then you repeat that. Over, under, over, under. Stops the lead getting tangled,” you said as you kept demonstrating.

The guitarist stared, head cocked to the side. He wasn’t staring at your hands coiling the lead though. He was staring at your face, observing the way your hair was tucked behind your ears and the gentle crease in your brow as you focused on your technique.

“Thanks,” he said as you handed the lead back to him. You gave him a subtle smile before your gaze drifted to the floor beside him where his guitar lay in its open case.

“Well, hello gorgeous!” You exclaimed. “B.C Rich Warlock, right?” you continued as you knelt down to take a closer look.

“Uh, yeah, it is,” the guitarist replied, taken aback by your knowledge.

“Bitchin’. I’ve got my dad’s Fender Strat that he gave me for my 21st birthday.”

“Oh, uh, cool.” He combed through his hair with his fingers, unsure of what to say. The silence between you was thick.

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Need any help getting this stuff out to your van?” you offered. He shook his head silently.

“Uh, alright, well you let me know if you change your mind. I’ll be outside waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up.”

Gravel crunched under your boots as you paced around the near-empty parking lot. Clouds of breath left your lips in the cold November air. He should be here by now.

You jumped as the van door slammed shut.

“You still here?” the guitarist asked as he approached cautiously. “I thought your boyfriend was picking you up.”

“He’ll be here. I’m sure he’s on his way. You have a safe drive home man, I’ll see you next Tuesday,” you assured him.

He shook his head as he walked closer.

“No way, I’m not leaving you here alone in the cold. I’ll wait with you.”

Usually you would have insisted he go home, that you’re a big girl and you can handle waiting by yourself. Instead, you silently held out your pack of cigarettes, offering one as a thanks for his company. Smiling, he took one and placed it between his lips. You put one between your own lips, stepped closer to him and tilted your head up until the tips of your cigarettes were almost touching. Shielding them from the wind with one hand, you ignited your Bic lighter with the other. Cigarettes lit, you stepped back. The guitarist took a long drag, exhaled a plume of smoke, and after looking at you for a second he extended a hand towards you.

“I’m Eddie, by the way.”

You took his hand firmly and shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie. I’m Y/N.”

Headlights finally illuminated the road and tires screeched as Billy finally pulled into the parking lot, gravel spraying as the car turned sharply.

“Get in,” Billy barked out of the window.

You turned quickly to Eddie and shook his hand once more.

“Thanks for waiting with me, man. ‘Preciate it.”

“Any time, Y/N. Any time,” he replied, gently smiling.

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” Billy shouted and you hurried to the passenger side door. Before you even had a chance to slam it shut after you, Billy was already tearing down the quiet road.

Eddie watched the Camaro speed loudly away from The Hideout. Once it disappeared from view, he sighed, dropping his cigarette butt on the gravel. He climbed into the van but instead of driving off right away he stared at his steering wheel, replaying in his mind every interaction the two of you had.

‘Damn it, Eddie,’ he thought. Why had he been so stunned silent when you tried to speak to him? As if the answer wasn’t obvious to him. After 52 Tuesdays playing at The Hideout, he’d taken a quiet pleasure in watching you pour beers, watching you throw your head back laughing as you joked around with the regular customers. Sometimes he’d notice you banging your head along to his music, causing his chest to tighten with happiness.

You, with your cutoff denim shorts, fishnet tights and Hideout tank top that you’d cropped. He indulged in watching you work while he shredded his guitar for the meagre crowds that Corroded Coffin pulled. If it hadn’t been for you, maybe Eddie would have agreed when Gareth suggested they quit playing The Hideout and start playing The Moonlit Fish instead.

Eddie had become content with admiring you from a distance. If he never met you, you could continue to be his fantasy. He could imagine a life story, a personality for you. If he never met you, you couldn’t disappoint him. Couldn’t break his heart.

But that night, you’d walked over to him. Offered to help him pack his van. Showed him how to coil a lead properly. You told him that you played guitar. For God’s sake, you knew what kind of guitar he played!

As much as he’d allowed himself to create his own version of you in his mind, he’d tried to keep it realistic. Now that you’d broken the barrier, made yourself real to him, his fantasy version of you couldn’t live up to the real thing.

Just one thing stood in between Eddie and his dream girl.

Billy fuckin’ Hargrove.

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[drsamuelvalme-blog]

Haitian Proverbs

Piti piti zwazo fè nich - "Little by little, the bird builds its nest."

English Explanation: Small efforts can lead to significant accomplishments.

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[italiangiftsforyou]

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[claradaly]

#inktober52 2/52 Week 2 - Prompt - Puppet • • Sure, we are actually on Week 7 😅… catching up at pace. So, Puppet, I wanted to give a go at doing #guillermodeltoro’s @pinocchiomovie and although the prompt is puppet I had to include one of the Sprites, ironically the hourglasses reminds me of how behind I am on with my other prompts…. And outside of inktober my current creative works, but I’m easing back and finding my consistency once more. • • #consistency #littlebylittle #beingkindtomyself #puppet #illustration #prompts #inktober #artist #illustrator #inks #folklore #fanart #prompt #creative #takingthingsatmyownpace #hourglass #pinocchio #sprites #spirit #time (at Wimbledon, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CouhS2GI-6z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[hookndhaul]

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[bluehummingbirdhandcrafted]

What do I add next?? She holds hope somewhere in her. In her hands. In her eyes. In her heart. She holds hope somewhere in silence. #artjournalpage #workinprogress #littlebylittle #artpages #visionbook (at Liberty, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClG7k7zLCI5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[fwacata]

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[mada-mada-music]

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[icklepicklevinyls]

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[buckley1986]

Little By Little pt.2

You try to keep your mind off of Eddie, but a chance encounter makes it a little more difficult than you'd hoped...

Read pt.1 here

w.c. 1.1k, eddie x fem!reader, barely proofread sorry I'm lazy xo

A thin beam of dawn light streamed in through the gap in the curtain. You had barely slept, merely dozing for a couple of hours after getting home from work. Billy lay next to you, snoring gently, curly hair framing his sleep-softened face, tanned skin glowing golden in the dawn light. You leaned over to place a soft kiss on his forehead and the corner of his mouth twitched up into the slightest smile. 

Yawning, you swung your legs off the bed and felt the threadbare carpet beneath your feet, goosebumps raised all over your bare legs from the chilly morning air. The floor creaked quietly as you trudged out through the hallway into the kitchen. Condensation coated the window over the sink. The house was completely silent. 

You sang quietly to yourself as you brewed your coffee. 

‘Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I can't see no reason to put up a fight

I'm living for givin' the devil his due

And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you

I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you...’

Sitting at the kitchen table, your mind drifted back to the previous night. After a year, you finally met the guitarist, Eddie, who you’d heard nearly every Tuesday night at work. And when you finally spoke to him, he gave you short sentences and awkward silences in return. It was sweet of him to wait with you but you hadn’t shared a real conversation, just your cigarettes. 

As you sipped your coffee, you resolved not to think about Eddie until the next week when Corroded Coffin were to inevitably play The Hideout once again. 

You washed your empty coffee mug in the sink, humming again. 

‘I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you...’

Billy was still fast asleep as you towel dried your hair after showering. You went out to the telephone and dialled the number of your best friend, Lisa. The two of you had been inseparable since the fourth grade. As kids you’d played fairies in Lisa’s backyard and read books quietly together in blanket forts. You’d stuck together, even as you started getting into rock music and playing Dungeons and Dragons. Lisa was still into cutesy shit and never really understood your new interests but you never judged each other. Best friends forever. That was the promise you’d made to each other almost 12 years earlier. 

“Hey, Lisa speaking.”

“Lisa! What are you doing today? Wanna hit the record store with me? I’ve heard there’s a new White Zombie album and I wanna check it out.” 

“Duh! I need to pick up the new Madonna album!” Lisa replied, cheerful as ever. “I’ll be right over to pick you up, Y/N!”

“Sweet, see you soon,” you said before hanging up the phone. 

The pair of you pulled up to Sam Goody’s in Lisa’s Ford Escort. She parked the car next to a familiar black van. You chuckled at the coincidence. 

You and Lisa immediately split once you made it inside, Lisa making a beeline for the stand that held the top selling albums of the months while you headed for the slightly dingy corner that held the rock music. Standing in that area browsing was the unmistakable shaggy hair of Eddie Munson. 

“Eddie! Fancy seeing you here!”

He froze for a second, muscles clenching in a panic. Exhaling sharply, he collected himself before turning to you. 

“Yeah, came to grab the new White Zombie album,” he mumbled. 

“You found it yet? I happen to be looking for the same thing.” 

“N-no, not yet,” he stuttered as you walked up beside him to sift through the alphabetically sorted shelves. Both of you scanned the cassettes. 

“W.A.S.P, Whitesnake - ah! White Zombie! Soul-Crusher.” You plucked the tape from the shelf, holding it up triumphantly. 

“Looks like you got the last one,” Eddie smiled, doing his absolute best not to show his disappointment. 

“How ‘bout I bring it to The Hideout next Tuesday and you can borrow it. Sharing is caring, after all,” you grinned up at him. He quickly turned away as he felt his cheeks glow red hot. 

“Oh, uh, that’s real nice of you. Thanks.”

“Cool, it’s a deal then. I hereby agree to share custody of this tape with you,” you smirked. Eddie stifled a snort at your joking remark. 

“Deal,” he said. 

You continued browsing side by side until Lisa came bounding over waving Madonna’s ‘You Can Dance’. 

“Got it!” She exclaimed. You waved your tape back at her and replied, “me too!” 

Eddie was still intently browsing the shelves until you grabbed his arm and gently pulled him to face Lisa. 

“Lisa, this is Eddie. His band plays at my work every Tuesday. Eddie, this is Lisa. She’s my best friend since the fourth grade.” 

Eddie looked at Lisa, then at you, then back at Lisa, a perplexed expression growing over his face. 

“Yeah I know,” you giggled. “The metalhead girl is best friends with the pretty, preppy blonde. It’s a tale as old as time!” You released his arm from your grasp as he extended a hand toward Lisa. 

“Pleased to meet you,” he mumbled. 

“Ditto,” Lisa replied. 

A silence hung in the air and it made you uncomfortable. 

“Right, shall we pay for these and leave, Lisa?” You grabbed her arm and hurried towards the counter with her. 

“Jesus!” Lisa giggled. “Is he awkward or what?” 

“Come on, I just want to get out of here,” you whispered in response. 

You didn’t understand why his silence made you feel so uncomfortable, why you were so desperate for him to indulge you in conversation. He was just some guitarist you’d met. Some cute guitarist with fists covered in chunky rings, dark hair flowing around his face, denim vest littered with pins. Deep molasses eyes that you’d barely caught a glimpse of because he kept turning away every time your eyes made contact. 

You glanced over your shoulder as you stepped out of the store. He was still tucked away in the corner, browsing. Your stomach twisted. Twice now you’d interacted with him, both times leaving intrigued, if not a little befuddled by his behaviour towards you. 

Occasionally over the following week your thoughts would drift back to Eddie. You longed to speak to him, try to figure out what his deal was. Each time you caught yourself thinking about him though, you forced your mind elsewhere. Think of work, think of calling Lisa, think of practicing your guitar, think of Billy. The effort it took to constantly steer your wandering mind away from Eddie exhausted you. 

Please let Tuesday come soon. 

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[somsesh]

I finally finished the literally long-drawn school intro part from the Patna chapter. Last year was not a very good one for the novel. The work was slow, often barely moving, burning a hole inside me. I planned for dedicated time towards the end of the year, but like most things in life, it didn’t go as planned, and some of the blame is on me, or my lack of being driven towards my book. The time I could find a few years back has become elusive, and some of it is down to the rising expenses, and being more available at home. I have made peace with the fact that this work will take time. I may not be able to find dedicated pockets of time to get a lot of work done. In fact on most days, finding dedicated time to work in itself has been a challenge. Making elaborate plans also hasn’t been of much help on this. The idea is to work on it as and when I can. It’s like making a kite fly, you have to know when to tug and when to let the string go. As long as the kite is afloat in the air, it will also keep my spirits afloat. Hopefully one day it will get where it has to be.

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[yustrialubna]

#Littlebylittle

I try my best to not control everything, because most of the time, the things I'm trying to control the most, they end up controlling me.

[duranduratulsa]

Watch "Robert Plant - 'Little By Little' - Official Music Video [HD REMASTERED]" on YouTube

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[laurahslife]

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[troubledontlast1]

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Nothing can be done except little by little. #alittle

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Our actions, however small, can accumulate over time, and benefit future generations. #babysteps

Little by little, day by day, what is meant for you will find its way. #smallacts

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