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outpastthebrakers:

Robin comes back to the apartment she shares with Eddie and Steve one evening to find them sitting on the couch together watching Boy Meets World, Eddie’s arm around Steve’s shoulders and Steve with his arms wrapped around Eddie’s chest, his head on his shoulder. Eddie has his feet up on the coffee table and Steve’s legs are curled up beside him, leaving him leaning hard into Eddie’s side. Steve has a black eye.

“Oh, my god! What happened?” Robin asks, putting down her messenger bag and the bouquet of flowers her date had brought her.

Steve and Eddie glance up at her, seemingly unwilling to move from their comfortable spot. “What do you mean?” Steve asks.

“How was your date?” Eddie asks distractedly, eyes going back to the TV.

Robin ignores Eddie’s question, stands with her hands on her hips in front of the TV, and gestures to Steve’s face. “What happened to your face, dingus?”

“Oh,” Steve says, expression surprised as he lifts one hand to touch the dark bruise. There’s a cut on his cheek there that’s not actively bleeding but still angry red. He lets his hand fall and shrugs with one shoulder, snuggling back into Eddie’s side. “Shower wrestling.”

“Showe- what?” Robin squawks.

Eddie cranes his neck, trying to see the TV. “Will you move your ass, Buckley? This is a Shawn episode.”

“Why were you wrestling in the shower?” Robin asks, flailing her arms dramatically.

Now Steve shifts to crane his neck, eyes glued to the edges of the TV they can just see around Robins’ body. Eddie winces and hisses when Steve pushes up against his side like his ribs are bruised. They probably are. “Eddie bit me again. Seriously, Rob, we can’t see the TV.”

“He bit you?”

“Yes,” Eddie and Steve say simultaneously, both waving their hands now, motioning for her to move.

“And this… was during the shower wrestling?” Robin says, her voice going high and cracking, eyes wide while she tries to understand.

“No, before the wrestling. I had to teach him a lesson,” Steve says, eyes still on the TV.

Robin looks at the blue and black swelling around Steve’s right eye, expression distressed. “What the fuck, you two?”

“What? He bit the back of my arm. What was I supposed to do, just let him get away with it? If I don’t do anything about it, he’ll think it’s ok to bite,” Steve says, like Robin is the one being ridiculous, like any of this makes sense.

“That’s true, I will,” Eddie volunteers.

Robin throws her hands up and goes to grab two ice packs out of the freezer. “You can’t take any more hits to the head, Steve! We’ve been over this.”

Eddie and Steve seem to have lost whatever interest they had in the conversation now that they can see the TV again. Something happens on screen and they both crack up, echoing the tinny canned laughter from the little television set.

“Here, idiots.” Robin comes back over and shoves the ice packs at Steve and Eddie, who manage to catch them without taking their eyes off the TV and mumble a distracted thanks Rob.

Robin rolls her eyes at them and stomps back to her bedroom, grumbling about stupid boys and stupid TV shows.

A few minutes later she comes back up the hall in her pajamas. “Wait! So all that yelling and thumping I heard in the bathroom this morning wasn’t you two having sex?”

A commercial has come on. “Shower sex?” Eddie snorts, shaking his head and sharing a look with Steve like can you believe this?

“Shower sex is only good in the movies, Rob. It’s impossible to stay lubed up, it just gets washed away immediately,” Steve says, with an expression like duh.

Robin wrinkles her nose in disgust and goes to the kitchen to put her flowers in a vase. “Please stop talking.”

“You asked,” Eddie says.

A few moments of quiet while they wait out the commercial, the sounds of Robin filling a vase from the sink, Eddie and Steve whispering and smiling at each other, Eddie holding the ice pack tenderly to the side of Steve’s face and kissing the top of Steve’s head.

“Wait, I’m like always hearing you two in the shower!” Robin says finally, like this has just occurred to her. “All this time you’ve just been-”

“Shower wrestling, yes,” Eddie and Steve say at the same time.

Robin shakes her head in disgust. “So fucking glad I’m a lesbian,” she mumbles to herself.