#codependent king eddie

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Eddie: Being gay isn't all fun and games, sometimes you get really used to stealing your boyfriend's clothes and then he goes on a stupid trip and you have no more hoodies to wear.

Buck: I literally only took 2 hoodies.

Eddie: YOU TOOK THE GOOD ONES! The ones you left don't smell like you anymore.

[incorrect911firefighters]

Eddie: Hen, can you please tell Buck that I’m mad at him? We’re in the middle of a fight and we're not talking right now.

Hen: You’re literally sitting on his lap.

Eddie: Yes, what’s your point?

[bibuckleykinard]

i just think it would be cosmically hilarious if buddietommy was the ‘endgame’, buck and eddie actually like tommy so much that they all decide to kiss for the foreseeable future

[peggingeddiediaz]

Eddie Diaz forgetting to log out of his work twitter account part 81/?

[tartarusknight]

Alright just listen... when Robin goes to college she spends the first year in the dorms. So Steve rents a studio apartment as close as possible. Robin is practically living there within a week but Steve signed that he was the only tenant. They told him the limit of his room and if he got a roommate he'd have to sign new papers (the legal shit that I'm not gonna go into). Only by the next year, Robin can not live in the dorms and they decide to just have her live there secretly. She doesn't drive so they don't have anything to worry about from the outside of their tiny little place. It's a way, they can save money, and while it's cramped, they are codependent enough to make it work.

Then Eddie moves into the city and Steve without thinking offers him their couch. And soon there are three of them in the small place. It getting chaotic but they learn around it. Eventually, Steve and Eddie start dating and they decide to update their bed to a king so the three of them can sleep on it. (Because they couldn't kick Robin to the couch, it was Robin!)

And then Robin gets a girlfriend... and you'd think they'd maybe talk and either get a bigger apartment or split up. Except they don't. They all get cram onto the King Sized bed every night. At this point its truly too much but they are all determined to make it work because that shitry apartment has truly become their's.

But when they have an inspection. Steve has to pretend to be the only tenant there as the other three wait on the fire escape. He talks around everything to the feminine products in his bathroom to the skirts hanging up in the closet. By the time the inspector leaves, he believes that Steve is a cross dresser who takes the roles too seriously.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Oh Oh what about 'H-how long have you been standing there?' Canon(-adjacent) Hurt/Comfort and Book? this list is actually so interesting there's so many good combinations

Thank you so much, it's been lots of fun seeing which combinations ppl picked and coming up with different story ideas. Hope you enjoy this one. 💖

True love's kiss

Rated: G

Words: 995

Tags: Post-Vecna; Everybody lives; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Steve has migraines; Hurt/comfort; Love confessions

Eddie finds out by accident. It's one of the last days of summer, and the air has a sticky heaviness to it. He just wants to pick up some stuff he forgot after last night's campaign. Steve isn’t home, he knows for a fact. So what if he memorized his shift plan? It's perfectly normal, most definitely not a sign of obsession or codependency. 

Anyway, the point is, Steve isn't home, so Eddie doesn't ring, just lets himself in and marches into the living room. And that's where his plans for the afternoon derail. 

Steve is on the sofa in front of the television. Eddie's swoop of surprise is short-lived, however, because he isn't watching a movie or game. 

The tv isn't on at all. The entire house is deadly quiet. The blinds on the windows are drawn and the air conditioning is on, the room dark and cold.

Steve is buried in the pillows. His shoulders are shaking. 

“Stevie?” Eddie blurts. “What happened?” 

“Eddie?” Steve croaks. One eye pokes out from the pillows, bleary and horrified. “I- … H-how long have you been standing there?” 

Eddie doesn’t answer. He has already bridged the distance and is sinking down on the armrest by Steve’s head.

Steve sees the concern on his face and groans. “I'm fine. It's just … fucking headaches, don't worry.” 

But Eddie does worry. Eddie is freaking out, which is only natural given their shared history. He makes a horrified sound, shooting up to grab the walkie from Steve’s room and call a code red. 

“No, wait,” Steve says, holding him back with one shaky hand to his wrist. “‘s not anything supernatural. I mean they’ve gotten worse, after everything, but that's probably ‘cause I took a few hits too many. I've always had ‘em. Ever since I was a kid.” 

Eddie lets that statement trickle in. 

“Oh,” he then breathes, sitting back down and gesturing at the dark room. “You mean migraines?” 

Steve, who has thrown one arm over his face, peers out at him. 

“How d’you …?” 

Eddie shrugs sheepishly. “My mom used to get them, before …” 

He trails off, lost in the memory, fingers grasping to fiddle with something. He only realizes where they've landed when they start scratching at Steve's scalp, and a noise spills from his chest. Eddie flinches, stomach alive with an entire whirlwind of butterfly wings, and makes to pull back his hand. 

“No,” Steve mumbles. He's pale, but some of the tension has bled from his features. His voice is slurred. “Don't stop. Feels good.” 

And who is Eddie to deny him? 

Nodding, he slides off the armrest to sit more comfortably, pulling Steve’s head into his lap to rub soothing circles into his temples. He only notices the book lying on Steve’s stomach when it gets jostled by the motion and almost tumbles to the floor. 

“Hey, what’s this?” Eddie mutters, flipping it over to inspect the cover. “Fairytales?” 

Steve takes a few moments to reply, and in the low light, Eddie imagines he sees two pink splotches bloom high in his cheekbones. 

“My nanny used to read ‘em to me when I was sick. I was tryna, but … the fuckin’ letters keep moving.” 

“I'll read you one.” 

Another blink of those pretty eyes, pupils fuzzy and unfocused. “Really?” 

“Sure,” Eddie nods, reveling in the smile he gets when he flips the book open. “Let’s see … Once upon a time, there was a king. He was beautiful and kind and brave, and everybody in the realm loved him dearly. But the king was cursed. He-”

“Wait,” Steve mutters. His lids flutter as he struggles to stay awake. “I don’t- … Which one is this?” 

“My favorite,” Eddie replies. “Now hush, you’re supposed to be resting. Where was I? … The king had been befallen by an evil curse. He couldn’t love himself. He slaughtered many a beast, fought countless battles, hoping to prove his own worth to himself, but nothing lifted the shadow looming over him.” 

Eddie turns a page, crinkling his brow in thought. 

Steve stifles a yawn. His head is getting heavier in Eddie’s lap. “Then what happened?” 

“Patience, I was getting to it,” Eddie scolds. “One day, a new jester arrived at the court. He was skeptical, having heard grand tales of the young king’s beauty and good heart, never quite believing them. Yet, the second he beheld the king with his own eyes, he was enraptured, and he vowed to-”  

“En-whatchered?” 

“Enraptured, Stevie,” Eddie sighs, setting the book aside in favor of combing his fingers through Steve’s hair again. “Smitten, enchanted, lovestruck.” 

“Pffff,” Steve makes. “Love at first sight ain't real.” 

Eddie scoffs half-heartedly. “It's a fairytale. It's not supposed to be realistic. And besides, I'm only telling it, not making it up.” 

“Oh yeah,” Steve says. If his eyes were open, he'd be rolling them right now. “Obviously.” 

“Obviously,” Eddie agrees, and losing himself for a moment in the lines and angles of Steve’s face, the feel of his hair between his fingers. 

“How does it end?” 

Eddie blinks. “Huh?” 

“The story, silly,” Steve mutters. “How does the jester save the king?”  

“Who said he does?” 

Steve sighs, satisfied and exhausted. “‘s a fairytale. Gotta have a happy ending.” 

Eddie shrugs. “Fair enough. What d’you think he should do?” 

Steve stays silent for a long moment. Eddie is starting to think he fell asleep when he speaks again, so softly it's nearly lost under the rush of the air conditioning. 

“How ‘bout a kiss?” 

“Ah,” Eddie says around the lump forming in his throat. “Good one. Can't go wrong with true love's kiss.” 

Steve hums in agreement. 

“After the king sleeps, though.” His hand finds Eddie’s, interlacing their fingers. “Waited so long for this. Wanna do it without a headache.” 

Eddie is left in the dark, listening as Steve’s breathing evens out, wondering how much of their conversation he'll recall when he wakes up. 

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[doctorcurdlejr]

do you have buddie fic recs 👉👈 i trust your taste

Such a high honor Thank Youuu 🤭🌞 okay let's go:

Something touched me (like a knife-blade) this fic went triple platinum in codependency, I love it soooo much. Great post-season 7 take on buddie.

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) STICK WITH ME HERE... Really fun magical AU where Buck is a ghost haunting Eddie's house. Great for spooky season and the use of wuthering heights in this is like drugs to me (also, with a few exceptions, I've read basically everything by this author. Lots of fun AUs if you're into that! Special shout-out to the one where Eddie invents the 3D printer and becomes Buck's PLATONIC SUGAR DADDY that shit had me laauuuughing)

everything (nothing) has changed okay it's been a minute but if memory serves Buck admits to Eddie that he's in love with him and then promptly goes okay thanks for listening I will be moving on now because Evan Buck Buckley is the king of evil therapy speak in this. It all so quickly goes south Eddie ends up outing Buck at work and at some point they fuck on a table and then Buck BURNS IT afterwards ❤️ The therapy framing is only in the first chapter (I think) and it picks up after that.

across our great divide (a glorious sunrise) what if two guys went to couples therapy and they were not even dating

I know some who've never seen the ocean almost crashed my car after somebody sent me the following screenshot from this fic

Signo de los Tiempos for fans of Bpreg. I vibe with the depiction of dysphoria in this and I'm a suuuckkerrrr for any fic where Buck speaks Spanish like okay Mr. Peru 🤭 also the way buddie fully are living together and sharing a bed while going We're Not Dating Guys C'mon... hilarious to me

Okay ummm enjoy 😁👍

[chronicowboy]

sorry but eddie being a little sulky when buck falls asleep... king ur unhealthily codependent but i love u anyway

[cranberrymoons]

I'm sorry, T exists in the show to me solely to be emotionally cheated on. Watch me shake my head so the omniscient viewer knows that I disapprove of emotional infidelity (this is a lie, the road to buck and Eddie's mutual happiness is literally littered by casualties and I am cheering and watching with popcorn. Be more deranged and codependent no matter the people in your way, kings!!!)

well yes, and as a founding member of the summer of infideleddie movement, i am also here. but sometimes the feelings creep in 😔 we must languish under the tree of tragic life’s changing autumn leaves while we still can.

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Eddie: Life is hopeless and unyielding. Love is a lie. I'm bereft of direction.

Chim: Please, get off the floor.

Eddie: But why should I when my beloved has left me? How will I go on without the tight embrace of their hands on my neck.

Chim: That’s strangulation, and Buck just went to the store.

Eddie: *still on the floor* But he wouldn't let me go with him.

[wormdebut]

Part One | Part Two | Part Four -

Steve had been popular in high school, he never asked for it. He didn’t really want it, but he was the captain of the Swim Team and the Basketball team, he had happily coasted through the Hawkins High Show Choir Revolutionaires. (Blame Robin for that one, he didn’t know he would have to dance, which he did not like to do but he sang like a song bird thank you very much.)

Popularity just kind of came to him. He was in the GSA, which Robin had been the president of (she was also the choir president) and when he came out as bisexual his senior year, that kind of solidified his King of Hawkins throne. He and Robin had been Prom King and Queen of the class of 2019.

Robin thrived with it, but honestly? It burnt Steve out. So when he and Rob moved to Chicago to “expand their homosexual horizons”, thought courtesy of one Robin Buckley, Steve was happy to take a back seat and let her be the social butterfly she loved to be. Steve was happy just taking things a step and breath at a time. High school and the years following had moved so fast, it was nice to just listen to people and see things that he may not have had an opportunity to before.

Ever the codependent pair, they had gotten jobs together at an insurance office in the city. It was graphs, phone calls, and paper work but Steve didn’t mind it temporarily. They both had accepted the job with the intention of getting to their destination, neither Steve nor Robin were intending to keep the position with Murdock Insurance Agency.

It had been a few days since Steve had had his absolute shit rocked by the hot as fuck barista at the coffee shop he and Robin had decided to try,

“Steve, he liked you and their lattes were delicious can we please go back? You’re being just a little teensy bit irrational with this.”

“Robin he’s just so—he—oh my god, I can’t talk to him again.”

‘Talk? That’s a little generous Steve, I’m pretty sure you like, heavy breathed at him like Ghostface does on the phone in the Scream movies.”

“Oh come on Rob! He had just gotten through a super hot, sweaty, ridiculously sexy fi—“

“Steven Richard Harrington I am begging you to shut the hell up and go get us coffee on your lunch break, please. If not out of love, then due to the fact that you owe me for listening to whatever the fuck that just was.”

“Fine, okay, but if he’s there and I embarrass myself, you’re going to miss that experience, so sucks to suck.”

Robin laughed and waved as Steve made his way through the office floor, taking the elevator the few floors down to get to the exit in the lobby. It was nice weather, a little chilly, but nothing Steve wasn’t used to from Indiana. He would’ve put in effort if he knew he was potentially seeing Eddie the sexy ass barista today, but alas, all he could hope for was that his khaki pants and the olive green windbreaker on his back made him look decent enough.

The Daily Grind was surprisingly quieter than it had been the morning Steve and Robin met Eddie. He stepped inside and vaguely recognized the curly headed kid that had been with Eddie last.

The kid popped his head up from the register at the tingling sound of the bell above Steve’s head, “Welcome to—“ curly head cut himself off and his eyes doubled in size, “Oh my god you’re the guy! MAX” he yelled towards the back of the store, “Max! Eddie’s guy is here, right now! Oh my god he’s gonna be so mad.”

Eddie’s what? Steve blushed, and he wasn’t able to hide it, he was kind of overstimulated by the very loud greeting from this kid and was suddenly very confused by whatever was happening here, “Um hi?” Steve questioned more the greeted walking up to the register.

The kid smiled a toothy grin at Steve and stuck his hand out for him to shake, Steve didn't necessarily want to shake this strange little mans hand, but it was the polite thing to do, “I’m Dustin and this—MAX,” Dustin yelled again. Steve politely pulled his hand away, Dustin was so loud. Steve turned his head the direction Dustin had yelled and saw a red head pop her head out through the door.

“Christ Dustin What—“ Max turned her eyes to Steve and gave him the full once over. What was with kids these days? Were they all so loud and unapologetic? Jesus, Steve was clearly older than this girl and she was just full on ogling, “Well hello. I’m Max, it looks like you’ve met Dustin, you are?”

Steve went to speak, hoping the heat he felt on his cheeks wasn’t painfully present and showing his embarrassment on his face. He left Hawkins to get away from the spotlight, he wasn’t fond of having it forced upon him these days. “I-I’m—“

“Hes the guy that Eddie was telling you about? You know the dude he met after he cussed out Cappuccino Brenda?”

Steve really didn’t have much choice but to watch the exchange, no one had come in after him and these two seemed very distracted by Steve being here, so he just waited for them to finish talking…about him apparently.

Max’s eyes went wide “Oooh, Oh! Yes! Hi, what’s your name?”

She looked at him expectantly and Steve was so confused about this whole situation. His fairly impenetrable fortress of wall that he had built up over the King Steve of high school cracked just a little, and while King Steve loved most everybody, King Steve was also a bit of a bitch, “Oh do I get to speak now, instead of being spoken over?” He looked to the two baristas with a smirk and his hands found their way to his hips.

They both looked at him with eyes wide, out of the corner of her mouth Max said, “I thought you said he was shy?”

Dustin broke out in a goofy grin, “I like him.”

Steve huffed, “I’m seriously right here, what is even happening right now?” Steve dropped his hands from his hips and tried to rear in whatever pieces of him that had come lose, “I’m Steve, so what do I gotta do to get a couple medium lavender oat milk lattes?”

Dustin went to speak, but Max cut him off before he could, “Y’know what? They are totally on us, as long as you just give us your number for our new loyalty program.” Dustin looked at Max with an eyebrow raised.

Steve watched her wave him off toward the machines, and shrugged, “Okay? Sure.” Max tossed him a sticky note pad and a pen, he scribbled his number down, “Uh—Thanks Max, this has been great.”

She grabbed the notepad and hopped to the back with a two finger salute, “Catch ya later Pretty Boy.”

Steve gave a brief wave and shuffled over to Dustin, who smiled as he handed off the lattes, “Nice to officially meet you Steve! See you around.”

Steve offered a small smile and a brief thanks, before stepping back out onto the street, god. The Daily Grind was trip, every time.

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[steddiebang2024]

Heart On Your Sleeve  |  Mature |  29k

Author: @brbsoulnomming

Artist: @hel-s-art

Beta Reader: withmyindifference

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson 

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler

Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Platonic Soulmates Stobin, Protective Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington's King Steve Persona, Codependency, Emotion Sharing

Trigger Warnings: mild gore/body horror, canon typical violence/torture 

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Steve's parents always locked their hearts in a safe in his dad's study at night.

For as long as Steve can remember, he watched them do it, pulling their hearts out of their chests and tucking them away in the safe in an easy, practiced motion - like a dance, like something they did without even thinking about it.

He liked it, liked watching them move in unison. It made him daydream about his own partner in the future, how they could move in sync with each other, anticipating each other's every movement and not having to say a thing to know what the other wanted.

Even his parents’ hearts were similar. They were both the same pale pink, bisected with only a few silver scars, and though they didn't quite beat in unison, it was close enough that Steve's young eyes didn't notice the difference. 

“One day,” his dad always said. “When you're old enough, your heart will go in here, too. When you're trained to be separated from it, when you're grown up.”

Steve wanted to be grown up more than anything.

But his heart never looked like theirs. 

—

Or, Steve's journey in letting himself be folded into a family of his own making, and finding the kind of love that will last forever.

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WAIT i had one more idea 😭 🎡 with hanikkar since we talked abt them the other day

🎡 state fair / carnival / first date

If Ravi knew that joining the 118 would lead him to becoming the worst cliche, he would have decided to make him parents proud and became an engineer. 

OK. That might be a bit dramatic, but granted recent events, Ravi feels like he’s earned the rights to a few dramatics. 

Look, before Ravi joined the 118, he was not the skittish timid guy the station knows him to be. He was charming and cool. Chill, even. The Aunties would squeeze his cheeks, his sister’s friends would whisper around him, and he knew how to be smooth with the girls. And then Buck barked at him and Buck chased him with a chainsaw and Eddie sent him a surprising amount of death glares for someone he barely spoke to. Then, Chimney invited Ravi to his little brother’s firefighter physical exam. That was the first time Ravi felt truly a part of the 118 family. 

Ravi now knows he prefers the family he was born with. 

It’s not that there’s anything bad about the people in the 118. Other than Buck and Eddie making everyone suffer and witness their divorced antics, and the majority of A-Shift being incredibly codependent, they’re not evil people. They’re just… all encompassing. And while Albert doesn’t work at the 118, he is Chimney’s brother so somehow he bleeds the gray area. 

Albert is… If Ravi is chill (or was chill, whatever), then Albert is the King of Casual. He’s big smiles, happy-go-lucky, says everything on his mind as honest as possible. And touchy. So touchy. It’s mainly his hands, poking Ravi in the arm to get his attention, pinching him at the waist to make him squirm, patting him on the back in laughter, hand on his knee because why fucking not at this point. He’s also done a fair share of nudging Ravi’s foot under the table, knocking shoulders in passing, and of course the head to Ravi’s shoulder. Usually when this happens they’re at Ravi’s apartment or it’s a moment in passing when they’re walking into a crowded coffee shop, and Ravi can just pretend that he’s not completely bugging out. It’s worse when Albert does it around the team, but no one’s said anything so somehow Ravi’s in the clear? 

But now, at the LA County Fair, Albert just grabs Ravi’s hand in his own like this is normal behavior between them, and pulls him running through the crowd, saying, “Come on!” Ravi has no choice but to let himself be tugged. 

It’s so dumb the way Albert’s eyes light up and his face splits into a grin when they land in front of one of the carnival games. He looks at Ravi with no words, just his wide mouthed smile, as if he knows that Ravi’s a goner and there’s no chance on earth he’s going to be able to refuse. And it’s so utterly stupid. It’s one of those ring toss games that you see in movies to win an overpriced stuffed animal. 

Ravi rolls his eyes. “These games are rigged,” he says, because he feels it’s his duty to steer his non-American-born friend away from tourist traps. 

But Albert’s the type of person who might say that he is technically a tourist (he’s lived in California for years now) and traps are just an escape room waiting to happen (no that’s not true Albert, please tell me you know how an escape room works). Albert’s grin shifts into a smirk. “You’re just scared you’ll lose.” 

To which Ravi laughs at Albert’s smug naivety. 

They both lose, terribly, but Ravi’s not too bummed. He knew the outcome anyways so as not to get his hopes up, plus everytime Albert threw his foam ring, he had such a cute concentration face, the kind where his nose got a little scrunched up and his tongue sticks out comically between his lips. So when Albert, who has never before experienced the disappointment that is losing to a carnival game, is clearly bummed by not being able to win the green dinosaur plushie he was bragging about, Ravi has no choice but to cheer him up.

Ravi tugs on the armsleeve of Albert’s shirt. “Come on. Now that you’ve experienced the American disappointment of carnival losing, lets balance you out with a carnival joy.” 

Albert raises an eyebrow, because sure, this is just another thing he’s able to do. “Which is?” 

Ravi nods his head towards the giant banner not too far from them. “Funnel cake.” 

Just that easily, Albert is smiling again and grabbing onto Ravi’s hand to pull them forward. Whatever, fine. In movement, Ravi can be normal. He can pretend normal. 

Except this time, Albert doesn’t let go of his hand. He just chats Ravi’s ear off about his week and comparing how different American fairs are from the one’s in Korea and probably something else about Chimney because Albert loves talking about his brother. Only this time Ravi is only half listening because he’s so distracted by the fact that Albert is still holding his hand at the county fair like they’re two guys on a date and not something else entirely. Ravi is trying so hard not to look down at their hands (even though he really wants to) just in case that would be the very thing to make Albert drop them. And yes, Ravi is a total cliche by being the type of gay guy that catches feelings for their pathetically straight friend, but also who cares because Albert’s hands are softer than he would have imagined with just a few rough spots, like the hand that’s new to heavy duty work. 

Albert doesn’t let go of his hand until they hand him the funnel cake.

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Eddie finds out by accident. It's one of the last days of summer, and the air has a syrupy, sticky heaviness to it that threatens thunderstorms. He just wants to pick up some stuff he forgot after last night's campaign. Steve isn’t home, he knows for a fact. So what if he has memorized his shift plan? It's perfectly normal, most definitely not a sign of obsession or toxic codependency. 

Anyway, the point is, Steve isn't home, so Eddie doesn't ring, just lets himself in and marches right on into the living room. And that's where his plans for the afternoon violently derail. 

Steve is on the sofa in front of the television set. Eddie's giddy swoop of surprise is short-lived, however, because he isn't enjoying a movie or sports game. 

The tv isn't on at all. The entire house - always alive with noise or music or chatter - is deadly quiet. The blinds on the windows have been drawn and the air conditioning is on, leaving the room dark and cold.

Steve is buried in the pillows, wrapped in a blanket. Underneath it, his shoulders are shaking. 

“Stevie?” Eddie blurts, nickname slipping out before he can think better of it. “What happened?” 

“Eddie?” Steve croaks. One eye pokes out from between the pillows, bleary and horrified. “I- … H-how long have you been standing there?”

[nburkhardt]

I just thought of the funniest way for Eddie to meet Steve in this specific au I came up with.

(Quick recap of it: before Robin meets Steve, her dad married Gareth’s mom. They’re step-siblings and live together)

The Buckley household is nearly an open door type of household. Most of their family, friends knock once then just walk right inside. As if it’s their own house and it works because it’s always the same people that do this. It’s usually Robin’s grandparents or it’s Gareth’s aunts and uncles. But Gareth and Robin are comfortable enough to invite their friends, they immediately let them know about the “one knock, walk in” rule.

Fast forward to after Starcount and the start of Steve & Robin’s unhealthy codependency and Gareth finally warming up to Steve, we get one evening where it’s just the teens in the house watching movies in the living room and suddenly there’s one single knock before Eddie comes in already speaking a thousand words about either something music related or dnd related and doesn’t stop until he’s nearly on top of Gareth on the couch still rambling until he takes a breather. That’s when he finally notices the other two on the loveseat.

Robin and Steve are wrapped up together in a blanket that’s honestly meant for one person but they made it work by Robin being pressed into Steve’s side and her legs thrown over his lap. To anyone that didn’t know the situation, they’re just a clingy couple that doesn’t know personal space.

“Oh it’s just Robin and Steve” is all Eddie gets in response.

But that doesn’t help Eddie at all because all the times he’s crashed at their house he’s never seen Steve at all. If anything, he’s heard the “king Steve” vent sessions the two have had before now. And now? Now it looks like Robin’s dating Steve and Gareth is just cool with it. Obviously they correct that assumption when Eddie makes the wrong comment that same night. But they’re super clingy still but at an awkward distance.(Gareth never lets Eddie forget that after everything. Especially once Eddie and Steve let it slip that they’re dating. It also doesn’t stop the clingy relationship Robin and Steve have)

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Anyway, I could totally see this happening. I just love this world I came up with. Especially because Robin & Gareth’s parents are the easiest people to talk to 🥹 like both Robin and Gareth (separately) come out to them and then each other. And then they accept Steddie’s relationship too. God I love them and they aren’t even real.