Eddie doesn’t even know how the fight started. Well, that’s a lie. He knows Steve got on him for not folding the laundry, but Eddie isn’t going to admit that he did not, in fact, fold the laundry. That would be treason to himself and to his pride.
So, he told Steve that he “needs to wash the goddamn dishes every once in a while,” and things kind of spiraled from there.
It’s stupid. It’s all so stupid.
Everyone says “it’s never about the dishes,” but in this case, it is. It’s about the dishes, and the laundry, and the shower, and the groceries, and everything else that makes up this little domestic thing they’ve got going on.
It’s all about the little domestic thing they’ve got going on. Eddie never dreamed he’d ever say that sentence and be happy about it, but here he is, fighting with his long-term boyfriend about whatever the two of them decided to complain about next. There’s nothing bigger than this at stake, just the pains of two people trying to live together.
It’s all so stupid. It does, however, make Eddie realize he has very strong opinions on what they tape on the VCR.
“You taped over the latest episode of Star Trek!”
“What am I supposed to do? It’s on at the same time as my show!”
Eddie rolls his eyes, and then, because he’s feeling petty, because this entire thing has been nothing but petty this entire goddamn time, he adds, “And you refuse to sleep on your side, so your snoring keeps waking me up!”
Steve grits his teeth, and Eddie is just waiting for him to come back with something bitchy.
Instead, Steve reaches behind his ears.
“Steve?”
He looks like he’s about to laugh.
No way.
“Steve?” Eddie tries again, and yeah, Steve is rapidly losing a battle against his own face in an effort to try not to smile.
No goddamn way.
“Did you just turn off your hearing aids?” Eddie asks, incredulous.
Finally, Steve does laugh, hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“You sound,” he gasps between laughter, “like the parents in the Peanuts specials.”
Eddie tries not to laugh.
“You know,” Steve says, still laughing. “Like the Charlie Brown cartoons?”
Then, he makes a noise like a toddler trying to play the trumpet, and Eddie just loses it.
He laughs so hard he doubles over, which makes Steve laugh harder, until the two of them are struggling to breathe and wiping tears away from their faces.
When Eddie stands back up, Steve is just a step in front of him, attempting to compose himself.
“Did you turn them back on?” Eddie asks.
“No,” Steve says with a smile.
Eddie rolls his eyes and kisses him because when Steve’s being a jerk on purpose, he’s also at his sweetest.
“Sorry about the dishes,” Steve says against his lips.
“Sorry about the laundry,” Eddie says when he pulls back.
Steve looks confused.
“Turn them back on!” Eddie teases, motioning to his ears, and before they dissolve into laughter again, Steve does.
Just in time for Eddie to say, “New deal: I’ll do dishes and you do laundry.”
“Deal,” Steve says immediately.
As Eddie makes his way to the kitchen, he laughs to himself. Everyone who made this domestic shit seem difficult and boring is a goddamn liar.
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Now that the "Crocodile is Luffy's parent" theory has officially consumed me, I've been thinking over some headcanons for which traits Luffy might have gotten from Croc. One being that Luffy's difficulty with names came from him.
The real reason the Baroque Works agents had codenames based on numbers/holidays/etc? Crocodile can't remember them to save his Iife.
Outside of Robin, who he worked closely with, I don't recall him referring to the other agents by their actual names. No "Galdino". No "Bentham". Just their codenames.
Of course, I could be forgetting something
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