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mommy vs bic
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i-am-mr-k · 4 months
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This notebook begins with the inventory of my house on the occasion of our divorce.
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undead-supernova · 3 months
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HIGH TOLERANCE
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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
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warnings: gay disasters, Steve (derogatory), a bit of angst but that's a given for pining best friend!eddie so enter at your own risk, weed consumption (but what's new in a series about weed consumption)
pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!reader (both bisexual bitches)
plot: let's go sing some karaoke and feel like we're dying, shall we?
wc: 6k
p.s. I listened to "Watch" by Maisie Peters the entire time I wrote this and I just cannot for the life of me let The Good Witch go. Anyone else in a chokehold from that album? Anyways, here you go!
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Part 2: "Live Resin"
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“For you, my good sir!” you exclaimed, feigning a British accent as you got down on one knee and presented Eddie with a joint like it was a sword. And it was an immediate scrape to your knee, your black crop top and miniskirt riding up. You tried to save yourself by planting your maroon Converse on the ground, but it was met with instant failure. Eddie chuckled, grabbing your arm to try and stabilize you before he continued the bit. 
(Leave it to Eddie Munson to commit to a bit.)
“For me?” he asked, feigning a gasp as he threw his hand over his chest, his rings clinking together. “You shouldn’t have.”
You exaggerated a wink as you stood back up. 
“Sure, I did.”
“Wha’da we got, Weirdo?”
You repeated what the guy at Jailbait Hemp told you. It was a THC-A pre-roll that was covered in live resin (which technically has a higher concentration level than just the THC-A alone). It burned differently than other joints, a glaze lining the paper to burn like honey. 
Let it in slow and watch it go.
“She sure is a pretty one,” Eddie said, lightly running the pad of his pointer finger along the resin. It didn’t flake off or leave any residue on his finger. Incredible.
You smirked. “I know, right?”
“Kinda like you.”
You swallowed immediately, nearly choking as the spit went down wherever the wrong pipe was located.
Panic, panic, panic. 
“Oh, whatever,” you said, waving him away. You distracted yourself with wiping the gravel off of the scrape on your knee that showed promise of blood but stayed put. The most embarrassing thing you could think of was having to ask someone for a Band-aid because you were too busy doing a bit with a joint to remember that you weren’t wearing pants. Eddie would love that a little too much and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.
“You’re right,” Eddie said with a nod, causing you to look back up. “Doesn’t come close to you, m’lady.” Without another word or time for you to even remotely process, he held out his hand and made obnoxious grabbing gestures. “Alright. Gimme, gimme. Wanna light her up.”
With shaky fingers, you handed it over. Eddie took his black Bic lighter and ran the flame back and forth against the twisted end of the paper. It took him two or three tries to keep it lit, but he finally got it, moving it around in circles to let it burn as evenly as it could. The air instantly thickened with the smell. But to be fair, you smelled weed wherever you went in Atlanta. Even on the highway somehow.
You could hear the music from Go Ask Mary from two blocks away, the bass of Madonna’s “Vogue” booming through the walls. It was almost time for karaoke to start and, to be honest, you were excited. Eddie had picked up some extra shifts at the car dealership and your shitty retail jobs at the Lenox Square mall had been draining. Especially when you were surrounded by stores like Chanel and Tiffany & Co. It was always your dream to work at a Sephora where all the pretentious rich people complained about needing a new Balenciaga bag before arguing with you when their sheer Tom Ford lipstick was out of stock. 
This was the first time you’d seen Eddie in a week, despite him practically begging to come over at 2am to watch the first Lord of the Rings movie on a Monday. The extended edition to be exact, all three hours of Elijah Wood and Sean Astin being the most iconic couple of the fantasy realm. It was embarrassing to admit, but you nearly considered calling out just so you could.
Tonight, you couldn’t wait to let off some steam, especially with the person who made every day worth it. Eddie looked as he usually did with all his chains and rings and pretty face and attitude. It was disgustingly unfair that he could wear variations of the same outfit every time you saw him and somehow looked better and better every time.
“There you guys are,” Steve sighed as he and Robin walked over from the bar. 
Steve was still in his suit, just without his tie and blazer. A few buttons of his white button down were popped with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Robin wore an oversized cotton button down, white with navy stripes and a loose navy tie. She looked like she was going to the beach for the day, even going so far as to wear jean shorts and checkerboard Vans.
“We should’ve known you were smoking,” Robin said, nose wrinkling before she pulled out her flask from her back pocket and took a few sips. “Did you know that one joint is, like, the equivalent of five cigarettes? I heard it on a podcast the other day and, believe me, that sounds bad. Like, really bad.”
“What else is new?” you joked, taking the joint from Eddie and filling your lungs with a few hearty drags. “At least we’re not vaping. That’s, what, the equivalent of a hundred cigarettes?”
Robin shook her head. “Actually, I read that a thousand-puff vape is the equivalent of five to six packs.” She paused, moving her fingers through the air as she solved the problem in her head. “So…about one-twenty?”
Eddie hummed, nodding. “Aren’t you glad I stopped smoking cigs six months ago?”
“Well, yes.”
“So smoking weed should be the least of your worries, Buckley.”
“You have a point. But honestly—"  
“Rob!” Steve interrupted. “Rob, listen. I have exciting news.”
“What is it?” you asked.
“I’m getting the first round,” he said proudly. “I got a bonus at work.”
“Thanks, Steve,” you said, genuinely touched by the offer. “That’s awesome, though. You’re literally moving up in the world.”
“Bringing in the big bucks, this one,” Eddie teased with a big smile as he took the joint from you. “Always a generous giver.”
Steve glared at Robin. “She thinks I should quit.”
“No, I do not!” Robin argued. “I just think you’re in a weird environment with weird men—" 
The high was already making its way through you, causing you to not-so-subtly stare at Eddie again. His eyes were trained on yours as Steve and Robin rattled on, entering some bickering fest that you were positive he wasn’t listening to. And the way he was looking at you… Well, it didn’t seem that platonic, did it? 
His eyes were doing that thing again, that slow gaze down your body before reaching back up to your eyes. Your fingers inched just a little bit closer to his and you almost swore you could hear his rings again as they fluttered towards yours. 
Robin cleared her throat, causing you to look back at her. She was eyeing you specifically, not even bothering to look at Eddie. 
Could she see it? What did she know? Was there anything to know?
“Well, we’ll be inside,” she said, grabbing Steve’s arm. “Have fun with the extra cancer!”
Eddie chuckled. “Thanks, Buckley.”
You watched them walk away, right back in their little fight. It was nice to be around them again. Truly, it was. You didn’t have too many friends outside of Eddie, always working during the week and never truly finding time to go out unless Eddie dragged you along. You could engage in small talk with strangers at Go Ask Mary on the weekends, but it was different when you got home and found your phone void of anyone to tell those stories to. Zero messages, not even from your parents or your sister. No Instagram DMs of cute animals or Tumblr messages of photography and memes. Just a phone that looked more like a coffin full of wires than access to the whole world.
Except for Eddie.
As he turned back to you, he lifted the joint and let it hover just above your lips. 
“Want some more?” he asked.
You looked up at him, nearly startled by how close he was to you. God, what was it about him? Maybe it was the dark color of his eyes, still illuminated in the warm sunset, nearly glazed over with a golden sheen. Maybe it was the way his hair was doing that thing after a fresh wash where the ends were slightly curlier than the rest. Or maybe it was the way his tips of his sneakers were meeting yours and the smell of tobacco and car air freshener was wafting off of him.
“Come on, you can’t deny you want it.”
“Um,” you stumbled. “Yeah. Yeah, I want it.”
“Yeah?”
Nodding, you felt his fingers grazing your mouth as he placed it in between your lips. You took a long, slow drag while your eyes never left his. You wanted to look away. Really, you did. If anything, the sparks settling in your stomach were starting to pop and sizzle unlike ever before. 
You just couldn’t help yourself.
And if anything, he didn’t seem like he could either.
Tonight was going to be interesting.
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The bar wasn’t very crowded, but that’s why you liked to go as a group during the week. Even if there weren’t many people looking to do karaoke on a Tuesday, it didn’t matter. There were four of you ready to tear up the fucking stage.
You went in rotation for solo performances, Robin singing “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac followed by you singing “Love Is a Stranger" by Eurythmics (despite it technically not being from the Eighties) followed by Eddie doing “The Stroke” by Billy Squire and finishing with Steve’s off-key rendition “Africa” by Toto.
When Steve returned from his noteworthy performance, the three of you congratulated him. He did a little bow before wiping the sweat off his forehead. 
Eddie patted the table and said, “Alright, I’ll go get the next round.” As he was about to leave, he looked at you. “Still want a vodka Redbull?”
“Of course,” you said with a smile. 
He gave you a quick wink. “Just checking, Weirdo.”
“Thanks.”
You turned back to Steve and Robin, watching Steve dab his face with a napkin. He was mostly definitely inching towards being drunk, always starting to turn red and sweaty whenever he was getting close. That, and he started to run his mouth.
“God, he’s dreamy,” Steve said, leaning his head in one hand. You followed his line of sight, all three of you watching Eddie walk to the bar. “It’s almost annoying how hot he is.”
Robin snorted. “Yeah, okay. Keep dreaming.”
Maybe it shouldn’t have stung the way it did. Anyone was allowed to find him hot. It didn’t mean anything. Just a bit of flattery, that’s all. But then it was like you couldn’t stop yourself and suddenly you were unable to keep yourself from asking the one thing you never ever should have.
“Do you have a crush on Eddie?”
You watched Steve laugh pitifully. “I mean, maybe?”
“Maybe? What does ‘maybe’ mean, Steve?” Robin asked.
“I mean, he’s hot, right? But I don’t know if he’d even go for me.” As he talked, he popped open another button of his shirt, showing off a bit of his wife beater and chest hair. “Like, okay, he’s just so pretty and he fixes cars and plays in a band? It’s cool as hell. But I don’t think we even have that much in common, so I don’t know. He likes metal, I like pop. He likes D&D and I like, uh, I don’t know? Poker? Anyways, I don’t even know what kind of guys he���s into. Do you know, Rob?”
Robin shrugged, meeting your eyes before saying, “I don’t know, Steve. Ever thought about asking him what his type is?”
And you shouldn’t have asked. Really, you shouldn’t. Because now you were here, sitting at a table while Steve moaned and groaned about his chances with Eddie, like it was some statistics problem. And then someone was doing an awful cover of “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, the shrill sound mixing with Steve’s whining. And you? You were sulking. 
You looked over and watched Eddie wait for your drinks at the bar, wondering if Steve had any chance and whether you were more likely to get the guy in the end. Surely there was a silver lining in there somewhere. You enjoyed metal music and even convinced Eddie to listen to other genres. You enjoyed listening to Eddie talk about Dungeons and Dragons and showed him board games you liked, like Catan. Relationships weren’t built off of just similarities and differences. Steve was wrong.
Right?
As if Eddie heard your thoughts, he caught your stare, his lips pulling back into a large grin as he waved and moved his hips a little bit along to the grating karaoke. You couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward he looked, in turn doing the worst arm wave in history. He immediately started laughing.
Eddie was looking at you, wasn’t he? Steve wasn’t even bothering to look at the object of his desire. He merely talked about the guy, putting his head in his hands and panicking as if Eddie wasn’t in the same room. But you were looking at Eddie and now you were in a makeshift dance battle, embarrassing yourself by doing an awful robot while he did that shopping cart move.
Could Steve have this kind of relationship with Eddie?
And what were the odds of you winning?
What were the odds of you losing?
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After a good bit of chatter, Steve and Robin headed towards the other end of the bar to set up a game of darts. Eddie went along, but you decided to stay behind. He found it odd, asking if you were sure and you’d nodded, telling him that you wanted a moment to yourself. 
But Eddie didn’t believe you. Not one bit. You’d started acting weird merely seconds after he came back with drinks. It was strange. One moment you were dancing with him across the room and the next your shoulders were slumped, falling out of any and all conversation. Even when he nudged you and tried to be playful, you seemed to pretend you didn’t notice. Instead, you focused on your straw and nodding along as if you were paying attention. 
He knew you hadn’t. He knew there was something wrong and, of course, he wanted to respect your privacy but there had to be something else there. Had Robin let anything slip? Did Steve act like an asshole? Were you upset with him? 
Robin and Steve were in the heat of a tie when Eddie finally decided to walk back over to you. He didn’t like seeing you so sad, so vulnerable. And with the addition of the high, he knew how scary that could feel. If something didn’t feel right, it could get extremely uncomfortable. And you couldn’t just be alone in that hole.
“Hey,” he said as he approached you. “Are you feeling okay?”
You put on one of the fakest smiles he’d ever seen before replying, “Yeah, I guess I’m just tired from work.”
Lie.
“Is the high getting you down?”
You shrugged. “A bit, yeah.”
“Um,” he said, gulping as he held out his palm. “Do you need to hold my hand?”
You looked down at his hand before looking back up. 
“No, I think I’ll be okay. Thank you, though.”
“Yeah, sure. Sure,” he replied, placing his hand on top of the other. 
He squeezed it to elicit something resembling comfort for the rejection he felt. It was like your hand was some kind of phantom feeling that made his chest ache with want. And that want was slowly but surely starting to burn.
“Well, uh.” He gulped. “I’m gonna get myself another beer. Want anything?”
You shook your head. “No, I’m okay.”
Eddie nodded before turning away.
“Hey, Eddie?”
He didn’t think he’d ever spun back around that quickly before.
“Yeah?”
You smiled weakly. “If you need me to drive your van back tonight, let me know. I don’t mind if you want to get a little drunk with Steve and Robin.”
And just like that, he died a little inside. Again.
“Will do, Weirdo.”
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Steve was back on his bullshit.
“Oh my god, do you guys think I should try to sing with him? Get the sparks flying, you know?” He moved his head from side to side. “‘Do a little dance? Make a little love’?”
Robin smacked Steve’s arm. “You did not just do that.”
You let out a tiny sigh, looking away from his hopeful expression. Steve genuinely thought he’d cracked the code to Eddie’s heart. And you couldn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t want someone like Eddie? 
But really, you wanted to put your head on the table and bang it over and over.
Over. And. Over.
Eddie had gone to get a third beer and Steve had wasted no time before bringing this shit back up. You were seriously starting to dislike him for the first time in three years. Three. Years. He was obnoxious when he was drunk, sure, but it was never like this.
Or maybe you just hadn’t paid attention until tonight.
You shook your head, desperately trying to get the feelings out of your body. The blunt was starting to get the best of you, fogging your brain while your limbs felt like they were vibrating. This was killing your high. No, it was more than that. It was magnifying all the feelings you once swore to be dormant. 
You looked over to find Robin staring at you, her eyebrow quirked up. Noticeably, you might add. You and Robin weren’t that close—you were one of Eddie’s best friends to the rest of them. You had fun whenever the group would hang out, whether that be at Eddie’s shows or unwinding at Go Ask Mary, but you never truly hung out alone. 
Steve, Robin, and Eddie had moved to Atlanta three years ago, after they wanted out of their small town in Indiana. Steve’s dad had gotten him a job at a big boy law firm in the heart of Downtown. It wasn’t the best way to get into the business, but it was the best way to get all of them out. To start over somewhere bigger, somewhere with more opportunities. Steve convinced them to save up for the summer before driving eight hours to their shitty new apartment. He swung Robin a waitressing gig at a nice restaurant he had a business lunch at—charmed the owner and everything. Eddie had worked at a local gay bar in Decatur and played there sometimes on metal or punk themed nights.
And here Robin was now, staring at you like she was trying to figure out how you were feeling, as if you’d ever be phased by Steve’s confession. Confessions. And she was making eye contact, all bold and unashamed. Like she was some freakishly keen hawk, two steps away from letting out a ca-caw. And if Steve paid just a fraction, just a millimeter of attention, he’d notice. 
It was all quite unnerving.
“Don’t you think sparks would already be flying after years of knowing each other?” Robin asked, eyes flickering from Steve’s to yours and then back again. “I mean, I think you would know by now. If there was something between you.” She gestured over to you. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
What was her deal?
“Pfffft.” 
A bit of Steve’s spit flew out and hit your cheek. You would’ve laughed three hours ago. Now? Now, you were seriously considering bashing his head against the table.
(It was a big night for head bashing.)
“Last call for karaoke!” one of the bartenders announced.
“Wish me luck!” Steve said to you and Robin before raising his hand. “I’ll do it!” he exclaimed loudly, pointing to Eddie who had just finished closing out his tab. “I’ll do it with that handsome man over there!”
Eddie looked surprised but shrugged, a pleasant smile reaching his lips. “Yeah, sure, Harrington. Show me what you got.”
As they moved towards the stage, you swallowed the words resting on your tongue.
I wanted to sing with Eddie tonight.
“I hope he doesn’t embarrass himself.”
You couldn’t look at Robin. You just couldn’t.
“What song did he pick?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
“‘Under Pressure’.”
Oh, fuck. You’d sung that in the car with Eddie plenty of times, always with a silent acknowledgement that whatever conversation you were having would cease and the volume was to be turned all the way up. You went for Freddie Mercury's part while Eddie took the lower octaves in David Bowie’s verses. Eddie sounded amazing when he sang it, confident with his range and feeding emotion into the song. And you melted. You just melted.
And when the song started and Eddie’s eyes drifted away from Steve and landed on you, well, you couldn’t help but feel seen. He thought about those times, too, didn't he? It was something you both held special. Right?
But Steve took Eddie’s hand and started trying to dance with him. Eddie laughed, trying to follow his complicated rhythm. Steve was stumbling and nearly fell of the stage, but Eddie caught him, stabilizing him. Just like he’d done with you in the parking lot.
Things were going downhill for you. And they were going down fast.
Eddie cleared his throat dramatically before starting the first verse. “Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you. No man ask for.”
You let out a sigh at the sound of Eddie’s voice, all gravely and husky and soft all the same. It felt even better tonight with whatever was in this joint. You could feel it inside, like it was somehow spreading through you. There was a part of you that was sure you’d never get over it for as long as you lived.
Steve pulled Eddie closer, grabbing at his waist and slowly moving it down.
Oh my fucking god. Eddie knows what he’s doing, right? you asked yourself. Can he tell? Does he like this?
Eddie cleared his throat before belting, “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. Watching some good friends screaming—”
“Let me out!” Steve shouted.
They stumbled through a laugh at the ridiculousness, and you began to feel like you were slowly dying. Again.
“I’m…going to go to the bathroom,” Robin announced before scurrying off.
And you tried to keep your eyes off of them. Really, you did. You made yourself look around the room, scanning the face of a drag queen who was currently walking around and engaging in animated conversations with the few other people here. Her eyes were coated in pink glitter and tall eyelashes; nude lips perfectly lined and wrapped around the straw of a cocktail. She was absolutely gorgeous, as most Atlanta queens were. Plus, how could you ever look away from a drag queen? They were angels, truly. Archangels.
But it was Eddie’s singing that brought your attention back, as effortless as Bowie himself. Like there was nothing to it. Like he was always on the track to begin with.
You found yourself thinking about the night you met Eddie, right here in Go Ask Mary. It was the five-month anniversary of their official move to Atlanta, the three of them wanting to go out and celebrate not completely fucking up. They’d gotten out and they were doing pretty okay for themselves by the look of it.
And you? Well, you were a native to the south. Grew up in Tennessee, moved here when you saw the opportunity for college somewhere that wasn’t Tennessee. Found your way through college and realizing you were bisexual and, well, found Go Ask Mary. At the time, you came here with friends, but there was a period time after losing some of those friends where you preferred coming by yourself. It was an accepting atmosphere, one where everyone seemed friendly. You could have a six-minute conversation with a queer stranger and never speak again. But it would be fond and unforgettable. It would be transcendent. 
You’d gone up and done a dramatic cover of “I Miss You” by Blink 182, mimicking the singer’s voice rather than being serious about it. A few people laughed—and Eddie was one of them. He’d even let out a few whoo!s and yeah!s. When you’d gotten off the stage, he approached you immediately and asked you if you could be best friends. You laughed at that, thinking then that neither of you were serious. 
But then you’d spent the whole night talking and watching Robin and Steve perform.
And then they tapped out and decided to head home.
However, Eddie wanted to stay. 
And you told him you could call him an Uber. 
And then you stayed until closing, just talking. Nonstop. Like you were seeing an old friend for the first time in decades.
(Is there a joke in there somewhere about three disaster bisexuals and one tragic lesbian walking into a bar?)
“Is that your man?”
You looked behind you, noticing the queen from earlier standing with her hand on her hip as she tapped her acrylic nails along to the beat.
“Which one?” you asked.
“The crazy haired one over there with the wallet chain.”
You could feel your chest start to ache. “No, no. We’re best friends, but we’re not dating.” She let out a hum. You looked at her again, feeling hot all of a sudden. “Um, why? Why do you ask?”
A smirk formed on her lips as she touched your shoulder, leaning down to speak softly into your ear. “Baby, that man’s only looking at you.”
“He is?”
“Mhm.”
“Are you sure?”
The queen looked at you again, her eyebrow raising. “Oh, so you’re jealous of the other one?” She laughed as you gave a defeated shrug. “You ain’t been lookin’ hard, have you?”
“I’m not sure—"
“Honey,” she started, tapping your jaw. You looked back at her. “I know that look. But you ain’t gotta look hard to see what he feels for you.”
“Really?”
She patted the top of your head and stood up straight. “Girl, look harder. Oh, and don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”
And then she was waving you a goodbye and walking away.
You looked back to the stage to watch Eddie. You didn’t know how to believe her. Couldn’t. He was right there, leaning in and sharing a microphone with Steve, their faces practically touching. Lopsided grins coming from the two as Eddie hit a high note perfectly and Steve butchered the harmony. Eddie’s voice was dark and angelic. Steve’s eyes were red and perhaps they were sparkling in the purple and blue neon lights. They were having fun. 
They’d be a cute couple, a voice in your head said bitterly. And you can sit and watch and be okay with it. Swallow all your emotions like you always do. Let yourself fade into background noise as you watch someone take the spot you want the most. It’s normal at this point, isn’t it? You’re going to be that pathetic and weak, aren’t you?
You looked down at your drink, riddled with those incessant voices in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough. Because you weren’t as forward as Steve, or as brave as Eddie. You couldn’t just say the words or say anything at all. Eddie said everything he thought and made it clear how he felt. It was so simple for him. 
Besides…where would the friendship go if Eddie rejected you? Would it remain firm, the foundation solidified enough to keep you where you were before? Or would it start moving away, returning less and less frequently before the inevitable crash? 
And how could you ever fathom surviving the implosion?
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Eddie began to belt the final chorus, leaving Steve in the dust while secretly trying to get your attention. Maybe he was trying to impress you with his strengthened vocals and (pathetically) wanted you to notice.
But you continued to look down at your drink, scowling and swirling your straw around. He wanted to know what the hell was going on, why you were acting so strange tonight. It’d started out so well when he picked you up, letting the music be the only thing moving you forward. Even in the parking lot, with the jokes and a longing look that felt like it lasted for hours. And now you were…well. Whatever you were. 
And the song ended, alongside the minimal applause and stage lights being turned off. 
Steve patted Eddie’s shoulder as they got off. Eddie nodded at him before turning towards your table. 
But Steve pulled at his forearm. 
“Munson, wait.”
Eddie looked back. “Yeah, dude. What’s up?”
Steve smiled and Eddie could tell that he was utterly drunk. It was one of Steve’s goofy smiles, always seeming cartoonish with the way his lips curved into a wave. Eddie always thought it was kinda weird how he did that. Even a little creepy.
“Listen, I’m just gonna come out and ask you a question.”
“Okay…” Eddie trailed, now facing Steve completely. 
“Would you ever want to go on a date?”
Eddie’s eyes widened, scanning Steve’s face to try and see if any of this was a joke. 
But there was no punchline. He was serious.
“Like, together?” he asked slowly.
Steve laughed, having to lean on a nearby table to stable himself. “Yeah! I don’t know, I just kinda thought we had some chemistry or something. I’m drunk so I can’t articulate it very well, but I’ve wanted to ask for a while.”
Eddie raised a hand to scratch along his stubble and thought about it. Had he really not noticed that Steve was into him? He thought he’d made it clear to Robin his affections for you. He’d just assumed she would tell Steve but, clearly, she hadn’t. 
It was all Eddie ever talked about when him and Robin were alone, holed up in Eddie’s bedroom with a couple of beers and When Harry Met Sally playing on his TV. She told him over and over how he should just say something to you or even drop hints here and there. And to be fair, he thought he had. Even tonight with the joint in your mouth and the comment about it not being as pretty as you. And you’d just waved it off. Acted like it was nothing. Moved on so quickly and so suddenly.
But. 
Well. 
Was there such harm in saying yes to Steve? You certainly hadn’t said anything and maybe it would be good for him to explore something with someone who he knew for sure wanted him. It could be simple with him. Steve was fun to be around. He could be happy with him if it went anywhere. Because it could go somewhere…
Right?
He stared at Steve for some time before he responded.
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You tried to leave with Robin and Steve, but Eddie pulled you towards his van instead. That meant two blocks of walking together and he didn’t waste any time before he started talking.
“Where are you going, Weirdo?” he asked, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a side-hug. “You know you live closer to me.”
He was right. After Eddie had snagged his current job as a mechanic at a nice dealership, he’d gotten his own place so that he could have a space for himself. He really liked his alone time as much as he liked being around you or any of his other friends. One of the main reasons was because he needed complete silence when planning his campaigns and, well, Robin and Steve weren’t necessarily quiet people.
You chuckled, but it sounded forced. “Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m crossed or something,” you replied. “You’ve always had a higher tolerance than me.”
Eddie gave you a concerned look. “You okay?”
You nodded and tried to keep walking. 
But he didn’t.
“You’re not holding my hand right now.”
His voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.
“Oh, I guess I just wasn’t thinking about it tonight.”
Or you’re not actually cross-faded, Eddie thought to himself. But he didn’t say anything, just bumped your shoulder with his and tried to bring the energy back. You hadn’t smiled since you’d all left and there was no way you’d leave tonight without one. So, he turned around and started walking backwards, shimmying his shoulders. He cracked the code, watching as you began to snort. Thank God.
“So, did you like my killer vocals?” he asked, his playful tone raising the energy back to its rightful place. 
Until your smile faltered.
“Ohhhhhh, yeah,” you said, hardly sounding sarcastic or playful. And it certainly didn’t meet your eyes. “You and Steve looked like you were having fun.”
Eddie hesitated, wanting to tell you about Steve’s…proposition. Should he casually drop it into the conversation? Would tonight be the night that he admitted how he felt? Or would he continue to rely on you doing it?
“He asked me out,” Eddie said before he could think further, heart racing.
“What?”
“Yeah, right after we got offstage. Crazy, right?” 
“What did you say?” you asked, stopping in your tracks. You were only across the street from his van now. Only twenty steps. 
But you’d stopped. 
So, Eddie did too.
“I told him I’d think about it,” he replied.
“And have you? Thought about it?”
He tried to read your expression, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
So, he pushed. 
“I don’t know. Hadn’t thought of it before he said anything. I mean, it’s kinda out of nowhere…”
“Do you like him?” you whispered. 
Eddie thought about lying, to try and elicit some form of jealousy from you so he could start the conversation. Gamble and see what happens. But he couldn’t lie to you like that. It wouldn’t be right. It’d just be shitty. 
“Not really. Like, Steve’s pretty and all and he’s a really good friend or whatever. But I just haven’t really thought much about it and then suddenly there he was, poof, asking me out. And, I don’t know, I just thought it was a bit weird.”
You nodded along, looking away. “Yeah, that’s weird.”
Eddie couldn’t help himself. “Do you think I should say yes?”
“You’re asking me?” you asked, your eyebrows pinching together. 
You looked…upset. Why did you look so upset at the question?
“Absolutely,” he said, nodding.
“Why do you want my opinion? I mean, you’ve known him longer.”
Eddie shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. I value your opinion or whatever.”
You scoffed. “I don’t think I should be the determining factor on who you should date.”
You have no fucking clue.
“And if I wanted you to be?” 
The words left his lips before he could save himself and, God, his heart was banging on his flesh, like it was trying to escape. Like it wasn’t able to handle it any more in his wired brain.
You hesitated again. 
“Well, I don’t know.” Before Eddie could ask again, you sighed. “Do what you want, Eddie. Just…be careful.”
He shut his mouth again and nodded. 
“Yeah, alright. Sure.”
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Eddie spent that night analyzing your hesitation. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe you were thinking about how stupid he was or, even worse, maybe you were just too scared to say anything. Like him. 
Your lips had quivered slightly. You were holding back those words again, the ones that felt like they’d already been shared and were waved off by the time you spoke again. And it drove him absolutely crazy.
And instead of asking you, he texted Steve.
About that date… When and where?
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tamapalace · 6 months
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November 2023 Tama Sticker Store Campaign
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To commemorate the release of the new Tamagotchi Uni in blue, a campaign has started where you can get Tama Stickers with different designs and exclusive items from each store, how exciting is that?
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Amazon. You can purchase a Tamagotchi Uni with a Tama Sticker starting on Friday, November 3rd, 2023 to get your hands on a Smile Box Tama Sticker. The Tama Sticker features a limited 16-digit download code that will allow you download a Smile Box accessory! The Tama Sticker campaign will end as soon as supplies run out.
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Edion Group. Starting on Friday, November 3rd, 2023 through Friday November 17th, 2023, or as soon as supplies run out you can get a Takoyaki Tama Sticker! Featuring a limited use 16-digit download code for the Takoyaki Hat accessory! Available in select stores, for more details please contact a participating store. One Tama Sticker pre product purchase.
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Joshin. Starting on Friday, November 3rd, 2023 until supplies last, you can get a Tiger Hat Tama Sticker with a purchase until supplies last. Featuring a limited use 16-digit download code for the Tiger Hat accessory! Available in select stores, please contact a participating store for more information.
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Toys”R”Us! Starting on Thursday, November 23rd, 2023 until supplies last, you can get your hands on the iconic Geoffrey Hat Tama Sticker that you’ve seen before back in the Tamagotchi Meets/On days. The Geoffrey Hat Tama Sticker features a limited 16-digit download code for Geoffrey’s Hat. Available on a first-come-first-serve basis for a total of 10,000 people, one Tama Sticker per purchase.
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Don. Quijote & MEGA Don. Quixote. Visit a participating location from Friday, November 3rd, 2023 through Friday, November 17th, 2023 or until supplies last to get your hands on a Donpen Stuffed Toy Tama Sticker. Donpen is the mascot for Don. Quijote! The Donpen Stuffed Toy Tama Sticker features a limited 16-digit download code for the Donpen Stuffed Toy accessory. One Tama Sticker per purchase.
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Bic Camera Group. Visit a participating Bic Camera Group (Bic Camera, Kojima, Sofmap) location from Friday, November 3rd, 2023 until supplies run out to get your hands on the Eco-Usatchi Triplets Tama Sticker. The Eco-Usatchi Triplets Tama Sticker features a limited 16-digit download code for the Eco Usatchi Triplets accessory.
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Yamada Corporation. Visit a participating Yamada Corporation location starting on Friday, November 3rd, 2023 until supplies last to get your hands on the Yamada Bouquet. The Yamada Bouquet Tama Sticker features a limited 16-digit download code for the Yamada Bouquet accessory! One Tama Sticker per purchase.
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Yodobashi Camera. Visit a participating Yodobashi Camera location starting on Friday, November 3rd, 2023 until supplies last to get your hands on the Yodobashi Camera Tama Sticker. The Yodobashi Camera Tama Sticker features a 16-digit download code for the Yodobashi Camera accessory. One Tama Sticker per purchase!
Which Tama Sticker do you have your eyes on? You bet we’ll be checking Tama Fashion everyday, so please be a friend and post these fashions for all to enjoy!
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notyuta · 5 months
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i think castle j and bic are iconic let's go castle jenkins and razor boy
forever at the top of the stage names chain unbeaten unbeatable let's go big mansion james and razor lighter pens boy
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Your muppets art is so adorable!! Especially the ones with Dr. teeth, rewatched the 2011 muppets movie recently - the one I had as a kid - and I seriously underrated him! He’s such a funny character! Out of curiosity what do you use for your traditional drawings cuz they also look gorgeous!
thank you so much! i really adore the 2011 movie, the characterization was some of the best since Jim's been gone dr teeth has to be one of my top 3 favs, hes so cool and a true fashion icon!!
for my traditional art that ive been making at work, i have just been using chalk markers and bic pens! my boss also gave me some crayola washable markers for signs and things and i use those sometimes! most of my traditional work is on printer paper as well, theyre all made from stuff i have laying about the restaurant! you can make art with anything if you try hard enough!
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gothwizardmagic · 2 years
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Kia ora e hoa ma, it’s day 11 of te Marama Puoro o Aotearoa!
Today I wanna tell you all about Bic Runga, one of the biggest icons of kiwi pop in the last 20 years.  Starting off in the music scene in the 1990s, Bic Runga first found mainstream success with her very first album, the single ‘Sway’ to this day considered one of the best songs by any NZ artist.  She has been consistently releasing music for over two decades, and has been honoured with more accolades than I can ever begin to list here.
You’ll like her if you like: Sara Bareilles, A Fine Frenzy, Ingrid Michaelson, Michelle Branch
Similar NZ Artists:
Boh Runga - Rock/Pop (Bic’s sister) Hollie Smith - Blues/Pop
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satanfemme · 2 years
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[ID: a digital drawing of a newborn flat-faced puppy. she’s sitting upright on her butt and wrapped in brown paper like a blunt. the top of her head is glowing orange and smoking, again like a blunt. her tiny hind legs are sticking out in front of her, and her front paws are weakly splayed, hanging over the edge of her blunt paper wrap. she’s very chubby and wrinkly, and although her eyes are closed contently, they’re visibly bulging from her head. she looks like she’s smiling with just the tip of her pink tongue sticking out of her wide mouth. a photo of a human hand holding a blue BIC lighter has been pasted onto the image next to her, the lighter the same size as the puppy is. above the puppy is the text “2 days old”. in the bottom right of the image is the “likes” icon overlay from tiktok. End ID]
they smoked her when she was 2 days old
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romuloceldran · 29 days
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Coming back to this iconic object I always loved.
New 2024 version.
MACRO 55
Polymer, resin and enamel
100 x 22 x 18 cm / 40 x 8.5 x 7 inches
#RomuloCeldran #RCStudio #RC #sculpture #BIC #biclid #art #pencap #contemporaryart #studio #blue #pen
#bites #bittencap
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artofficial88 · 1 month
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: (HOST PICK) 1990’s VINTAGE BIC STONER CAP.
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thesurvivalstuff · 7 months
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Have you ever wondered a seemingly simple but intriguing question? Is it possible to refill a Bic lighter? Diving into the realm of fire and fuel, we set out to discover the secrets behind the iconic Bic lighter. Join us on this educational journey. We will uncover the truth and arm you with knowledge. They will help you light your trusty Bic lighter over and over again. Although it may seem like these pocket lighters are disposable and not refillable. But you’ll be thrilled to know there is a way to extend their lifespan.
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wez0 · 10 months
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best lighter
Here are some options for the best lighter: Bic Classic Lighter: A staple in the lighter world, it’s affordable, reliable, and can easily be found at most stores. Zippo Lighter: Known for its durability and refillable design, the Zippo lighter can last a lifetime. Plus, it has a classic and iconic design. Vertigo Cyclone Torch Lighter: If you’re in need of a lighter for outdoor activities,…
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jingszo · 11 months
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The iconic biro and lighter company explained the reason is to reduce the risk of people choking to death .The hole is designed to allow the passage of air if someone accidentally swallows it and it blocks their windpipe.
A hundred people every year in the United States reportedly choke to death on these pen lids.
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iihih · 1 year
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The 4-Color Bic Pen gets a Luxury Makeover from Orlinksi and Tournaire
You may recall using the classic 4-Color retractable Bic Pen as a child. First created in 1970, the iconic pen that allows you to change from black, blue, red or green ink with a flick has been reinterpreted as a unique and luxurious writing instrument by contemporary pop sculptor Richard Orlinski for Bic X Tournaire. Orlinski Tournaire Bic Pens Now more than a pen but also a work of art, the…
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eltis-sifil-blog · 1 year
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French Fluency: The Key to Unlocking a New World of Possibilities!
Are you looking to expand your professional and personal horizons by learning a new language? Look no further than French! As one of the most widely spoken languages in the world, French opens up a world of opportunities, both in your career and personal life. Imagine speaking with native speakers while traveling abroad or having an edge in the job market thanks to your French language skills. 
Not only that but learning French has been proven to improve cognitive function and delay age-related cognitive decline. In this article, we will explore the many benefits of learning French and why you should consider taking your French or Spanish language course. So, let's dive in and discover the world of possibilities that await you through learning French.
Professional advantages
French is an official language in 29 countries and is widely spoken in many international organizations such as the United Nations and the European Union. Knowing French can give you a competitive edge in the job market, leading to better job prospects and higher pay. In addition, many multinational companies have a presence in French-speaking countries and require employees who can speak the language.
An inspiring career language and job opportunity
Learning French is an intelligent choice if you're looking to boost your career prospects and open up new job opportunities. French is a widely spoken language in the international business world, and many companies across various industries require it for recruitment. From the aeronautics and automotive industries to banking and finance, hotel management, and luxury goods, many top companies such as L'Oréal, BIC, Airbus, Louis Vuitton, and Chanel prioritize French language proficiency. 
It can lead to high-paying language specialist roles in export and import, as well as in KPO, BPO, MNCs and call centers. Additionally, French skills can lead to exciting opportunities in travel and tourism, leisure and hospitality, and even French teaching positions in schools and universities. Investing in your French language abilities can pay off in a big way in your professional life.
Chance to explore the rich culture, literature, music, and movies 
French is not only a language, but it also opens the door to a rich and diverse culture. French culture has something to offer everyone, from fashion to visual arts, theater, dance, and architecture. One of 
the best things about learning French is the access it gives you to original French literature, music, and movies.
France is renowned for its cinematic tradition, producing some of the most iconic films and TV shows in history. Watching these films and TV series without subtitles is an excellent way to improve your French language skills and immerse yourself in the culture. Furthermore, France has a long history of literary excellence, with 16 Nobel Prize winners in literature and countless other acclaimed writers.
Learning French allows you to fully appreciate and understand this diverse and rich culture, which can give you a competitive advantage in your personal and professional life. In addition, it can also help you appreciate other cultures better, as you will have a deeper understanding of cultural diversity.
All in all, French is not just a language but also a gateway to a rich and diverse culture that will broaden your perspective and enhance your life experience.
Personal growth
Learning French can also have a positive impact on your personal development. It can open up new opportunities for travel and cultural exchange. Speaking French allows you to understand better and appreciate French culture, literature and art. French is also one of the Romance languages, which means that learning it can make it easier to learn other Romance languages such as Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese.
In conclusion, learning French is a valuable investment for your personal and professional life. A French language course can open up a world of new opportunities, from better job prospects and higher pay to the ability to travel and appreciate different cultures. Not only that, but it can also improve cognitive function and delay age-related cognitive decline. 
With so many benefits, it's no wonder why so many people are choosing to learn French. Sign up for a French language course today and start reaping the rewards of fluency in French. Don't miss out on the chance to expand your horizons and open up a world of possibilities. Take the first step and invest in your future with a French language course.
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don-lichterman · 1 year
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Grape expectations: Mondaine’s new vegan classic watch
Grape expectations: Mondaine’s new vegan classic watch
Like the Anglepoise light, the Bic biro, the Dieter Rams-designed Braun radio, and the “Valentine” Olivetti typewriter, Mondaine’s classic clock face, conceived by Hans Hilfiker in 1944, is an icon of design, as is the brand’s matching classic watch. An emblem of the Bauhaus’ reductive spirit, the Mondaine dial is recognised by its bold black hour batons and red “lollipop” seconds hand.  A…
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