The One Where Eddie Gets Another Job
Steve and Robin walk into the coffee house after work. Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle already sitting in their spot. Robin sits next to Nancy on the couch while Steve flops into the armchair.
“How was the first day of school,” Nancy asks Steve.
Steve groans. “I have three Gabriels in my class and all of them want to be called Gabe. And two of them have a last name that starts with H. Then the fire alarm went off because Beverly decided that popcorn was the perfect lunchtime snack. Three moms tried to hit on me when I was doing car line, and I think one of the kids was sick. So that’s about to be spread around my classroom.”
“That’s,” she starts, trying to find something positive to say. “I have nothing, that sounds like shit.”
“I could never be a teacher,” Robin sighs into the couch. “I didn’t like kids that much to begin with. And after the things you tell me, never.”
“I don’t know,” Argyle pipes in. “It could be fun. And very rewarding.”
“I could totally see you being a kindergarten teacher,” Steve suggests.
The group does a vague nod in agreement.
“For anyone wondering how my day was,” Robin perks up. “I had a very nice conversation with this Italian man. He’s opening up a small bakery with his wife and wanted someone to go over the contracts with him. He’s bringing me some pastries as a thank you when they get up and running.”
The conversation about work continues for a bit, each of them sharing how their day was and destressing.
“Where’s Eddie,” Steve eventually asks. He’s normally here by this point.
Nancy starts laughing. “Oh just wait.”
“What,” Jonathan looks up from his laptop. “Did we miss something?”
“Like I said,” Nancy continues to laugh over her coffee. “Just you wait.”
Like speaking of him suddenly made him appear, Eddie walks out of the backroom of the coffee house. With an apron tied around his waist and a pencil behind his ear. He heads over to an empty table with a wet rag, wiping it down.
“Oh my god,” Robin whispers with surprise.
“Is that Eddie, working?” Argyle questions. “Here?”
Nancy nods, her laughter getting louder. “Yes.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eddie working,” Robin comments. “It’s like watching an animal out in the wild.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Eddie groans. Shoving the rag in his apron pocket and walking over.
Robin smiles. “I meant you to.”
“How long have you been working here?” Steve asks.
Eddie shrugs. “A few days now.”
“I thought you were working on being a tattoo artist,” Jonathan says. Taking a break from editing photos on his laptop to invest in this conversation.
“That I am. But I needed to shut down my Etsy page for art commissions, because people were being a bunch of dicks, so now I’m down one job. So I got another. Because rent is fucking expensive.”
Nancy makes a gesture with her hand. “And that’s with it rent controlled.”
Eddie makes a gesture toward her. “Also, I blew all of my savings moving out here, so I am trying to build those back up.”
“Aw, look at you being financially responsible,” Robin teases. Poking Eddie’s arm.
“You’re growing up,” Nancy eggs on. Feigning wiping away tears.
Eddie rolls his eyes. “You guys are the worst. I knew it was a bad idea getting a job here.”
“I don’t think I ever envisioned you being a barista,” Argyle notes. “Bartender, yes. Barista, no.”
“Well, I work the late shift too. So I am both of those things.”
“Oo,” Robin turns around on the couch. Standing on her knees to see him better. “Do you get a discount? Can we abuse it?”
Eddie shakes off her hand. “Yes, I get a discount, no you cannot abuse it. I sort of need this job, so I’d rather not get fired. It says strictly in the rules that I cannot use it for friends.”
Robin falls back down, defeated. “Boo, you’re no fun.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Eddie walks away behind the counter. Cleaning off the counter and starting to make someone’s order.
“I’m going to go get something to drink,” Steve says, standing up. “You want anything, Rob?”
“Just a green tea. Not feeling coffee right now.”
Steve nods while going over to the counter. Sitting down at one of the stools. “So, you work here now.”
“I thought that was already established.” Eddie hands off the drink he was making to the girl further down. Coming to stand in front of Steve.
“Is that why you couldn’t come over last night? You could have said that.”
Eddie shrugs. “I didn’t want you to know, quite yet. Thought you wouldn’t really like how much I bounce around jobs.”
“You’re not though. You have a job, you just needed a second one. No shame in that.” Steve leans further across the bar. “It also helps that I find bartenders to be really hot.”
“Steven,” Eddie gasps. “I am at work.”
Steve smirks. “I know.”
Eddie shakes his head. “Did you want anything, or are you just here to flirt with me?”
“Only if flirting with you gets me a discount. Otherwise, I’ll just take my business elsewhere.”
“Is that really all I am to you?” Eddie starts making Steve’s usual drink order. Waiting for the espresso to brew.
“And Rob wanted a green tea.”
Eddie nods, pouring some hot water into a glass and adding a tea bag. “How was work?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Don’t even get me started. The first day is always hard.”
“Oh, I bet.” Eddie steams the milk, adding it to the top of the espresso and drizzling it with caramel.
“And I just can’t wait until I get to hear all of the single, and not so single, PTA moms throwing their cheap pick-up lines at me.” Steve says that with a leading tone. Hoping that Eddie takes that in the direction he wants it to.
Eddie slides the drinks across the bar. “That something they do,” he says, with a lilt of jealousy.
“Every year. Without fail.”
“Any way I can help with that?”
“Come over later and find out.” Steve gives him a flirtatious smile. “What do I owe you?”
Eddie waves his hand. “It’s on the house.”
“I was joking before. Seriously, what so I owe you.”
“And now I’m being serious. I get a free drink a day that I can give out to a friend, so consider that covering Rob’s, and then I am personally paying for yours.”
“What was it about needing to save up money?”
“That doesn’t apply to you, sweetheart.” Eddie leans over the bar a little bit, palms pressed into the edge of the counter.
“Steve,” Robin yells from the couch. “I thought you were getting us drinks.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m paying next time, no arguments.”
“Whatever you say so.”
He walks back over to the group and hands Robin her tea.
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What the heck. More Role Swap stuff
And some lore. Because why not.
Swap!Noah and Heather fucking hate each other. There is no love, not even the chance of a friendship. Noah thinks of her as a insect, a loser who couldn't get win the two seasons before (He watched Total Drama before to search for the other's weaknesses). And Heather wants to kick him off the plane herself after the Leshawna Incident.
The thing is that Noah is smart. 180 IQ, that good stuff. Team Victory were the easiest team to destroy. Yeah, a pair of strong competitors were there, but getting rid of them would be easy peasy if he got into the heart of the team, the strongest player. And that was Leshawna.
It was not that easy to get into her good graces, since he didn't posess the natural charm and looks that canon Alejandro has, but what he had was a brain, and a manipulative personality like no other.
"You know, Leshawna. I know it's a bit soon, but I think of you as a sibling. A big sister."
He hated his sisters. She didn't need to know that, of course. And oh, Heather tried so hard to warn her, to be a good pal and tell her that Noah was up to no good. But some fake tears and few words were enough to make the big girl go feral on the white pretty girl.
And there was nothing but pure, smug satisfaction while he saw the beatdown. There was probably something wrong with him. Did he care? Not really.
Bonus: Noah's sweden Sour outfit and some alenoah because fuck yes
Yuri swap heavily inspired by hexxed by lonleybrachiobrute (triceratroops), bruh I loved that fic. awooga.
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college au because I’m very delusional
KEIGO IS SO HRHRHEHEH
his smile is so 😭😭😔😔🙁🙁🫶🫶
Ok will start rambling after the line…
⿴ Keigo is literally the campus crush, I think we can collectively agree on that… (because I’d 100% have a crush on him if I was going to college w him.)
He has a whole fan club and everything 😔
⿴ For Touya, I think he’s a 50/50 case.
It’s either people think he’s a loser , he’s intimidating or he’s hot… honestly, bro is all of the above LMAOOOOO
⿴ they’re those type of best friends that’s always at each other’s throats (me and my best friend fr)
“you can die in a ditch for all I care (pls don’t)”
“I hope you die first (I hope we grow old together)”
They’re dumb like that
(You can take this as platonic or romantic, I don’t give a shit.)
⿴ Keigo is either a volleyball player or a badminton player because I can’t see him as a basketball player… imagine people call him ‘Hawks’ because he can jump really high 💥💥💥
⿴ Touya, however, I’m still debating.
I’m leaning towards like filming or music despite Enji wanting him to get a course like medicine or accountancy (wow crazy, so stereotypical I know)
UGH, JUST HEAR ME OUT ON MUSICIAN TOUYA OKAYYYYY 🙁🙁🙁
Anyways bye thanks for reading allat
Might add more or something..
(Aka, might turn it to a fic)
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