#eddie eats two pounds of brussel sprouts

[imyourbuddie]

Eddie and the Brussel Sprouts

(Because...I have no self control...Eddie is me, okay. I’m Eddie. *dies*)

“You did what?” Buck asks, his bright blue eyes wide with incredulous shock. 

“Uh”—Eddie licks his lips and shrugs—“I...ate all the brussel sprouts.” It was a lot of brussel sprouts, but in Eddie’s defence, he was hungry, and with his track record he’d rather not light the kitchen on fire a second time. 

Buck stalks around the counter and looks into the bowl as if he doesn’t believe any one person can eat that many brussel sprouts. “You’re serious. You actually—oh my god you did.” He spins around and stares at Eddie. “You actually ate two pounds of roasted brussel sprouts.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Was that two whole pounds?”

“Uh. Yeah.” Buck looks into the bowl one last time. “That was for like, at least four people.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie mumbles, his cheeks heating. “Was that supposed to be for dinner?”

“Think so, Cap mentioned something about a roast chicken and veggies? Guess that was supposed to be part of the veggies.”

Eddie groans and sighs. He should have known better than to steal food from the kitchen so close to dinner time, and now that Buck’s put a weight to the amount of tiny cabbage he’s eaten, his stomach suddenly feels a bit rumbly. 

“You know, two pounds of brussel sprouts is like ten cups,” Buck says, his face doing this complicated dance of trying not to look amused. And failing. “Half a cup of brussel sprouts is twenty-eight calories and two grams of fibre.”

“Why the hell do you know all this off the top of your head?” Eddie frowns. 

Buck rolls his eyes. “If my math is correct, and despite my rugged good looks, I am fantastic at math, that’s five hundred and sixty calories and forty grams of fibre.” He stares at Eddie’s stomach and whistles low. “I hope you’ve been drinking a lot of water.”

Eddie’s stomach gurgles and he swallows. That...does sound like a lot of calories for some mini cabbages, and Eddie had no idea brussel sprouts were so high in fibre. But more importantly, he ate all of Bobby’s brussel sprouts. Shit. 

As if the whole universe is trying to punish Eddie for eating some goddamn brussel sprouts, Bobby, Hen, and Chim chose this moment to walk into the kitchen. Buck’s eyes widen like saucers, and he tries to hide his grin behind a mug of coffee.

“The brussel sprouts are done,” Bobby says as he ties an apron around his waist. “We just need to—” He looks into the bowl and frowns. “Where did my brussel sprouts go?”

Eddie stares at him, probably looking more stunned than a deer in headlights, and swallows. Three pairs of eyes pin Eddie to the spot. Buck snorts, spewing coffee every which way, and Bobby’s expression goes from perplexed to knowing.

Without a word, Eddie turns and runs, Bobby’s indignant shout of his name right on his heels. 

[letmeplaytheliontoo]

Steve's Thanksgiving

I have had this idea since September and haven't had the time to write the whole fic but I wanted to put something out for today.

Thanks to @silkspiderstuff, @rae-gar-targaryen, and @mrshipsmcgee for letting me bounce ideas off them. This isn't edited so please be gentle with me. I should be cooking right now.

Steve decides he wants to host thanksgiving for the party a year or two after  the Vecna situation. It was resolved, everyone  lived,  don’t worry about details

Steve spend the early part of November in the Wheeler’s basement looking at Karen’s collection of recipe magazines and borrows her copy of Joy of Cooking

He wants to do this all by himself for everyone he loves.

Literally everyone says no to him doing it alone

Eddie and Robin spend the night before at Steve’s tearing up sage leaving and trying to help Steve defrost the bird and stay calm

Morning of, Steve wakes up to pounding on his door at 6:30 am, please picture him answering the door with his hair going every which way and wearing glasses

Hopper and Murray have shown up with cinnamon rolls made by Will and Joyce, all of the things needed to deep fry the bird, and enough beer to drown the town

Nancy and Jonathan show up next with the cornbread stuffing with all sorts of delicious things like onions and mushrooms and celery and craisins. There is plenty of it to go inside the bird as well as bake on its own

Please insert a scene of Nancy, Hopper, and Murray screaming about how to stuff/cook the bird while Jonathan, Robin, Eddie, and Steve look too tired to participate while they while quietly drink their coffee and eat the cinnamon rolls

Joyce brings her famous green bean casserole   

El and Robin make the mashed sweet potatoes with marshmallows

Murray does a thing with brussels sprouts and balsamic glaze that would, low-key be the best dish on the table but this will hardly get eaten because brussels sprouts

Eddie has a recipe for mashed potatoes that he ripped from a magazine he saw at the store. These are some of the most garlicky, creamy, buttery mashed potatoes you have ever seen. They are truly terrible for your heart but too delicious for anyone to care.

Wayne makes the gravy on the stove top without saying a word but he’s smiling quietly, enjoying the large boisterous family his nephew has brought him into.

Lucas and Erica’s mom has sent them with the most incredible breaded mac and cheese

Erica has brought her own spicey sweet potato dish because she didn’t want any of that marshmallow nonsense

Claudia and Dustin bring three pies, one of them is chocolate

Max insists and making Pillsbury crescent rolls

Steve has a bit of freak out realizing he forgot about the cranberry sauce.

Nancy tries to placate him by telling him she picked up some that canned nonsense but not to worry about because no one likes cranberry sauce anyway

Steve is not having it. He will not settle for this. Things have gotten away from him. He let everyone else take control but damnit, he will not settle for this. His family deserves better than this. They deserve more than he got. He needs this dinner to be perfect and he needs for there to be real cranberry sauce.

Eddie holds Steve by the shoulders and says, you want real cranberry sauce, we will make real cranberry sauce

Joyce and Eddie help Steve make a lovely cranberry sauce with bits of granny smith apples and dried apricots and chopped pecans. It’s a smashing success and everyone loves it

Mike and Will are bashfully flirting while everyone is “distracted” (no one is that distracted. Everyone knows and they think it’s adorable)

Hopper makes Steve carve the turkey (with a little direction to assist him).

Everything is delicious and dinner itself is amazing.

A football starts in the back yard after dinner and Eddie joins under great pleading from Steve. Eddie didn’t need the pleading but he likes how cute Steve looks when he does it. One tackle results in a very cute Steddie make-out. Hopper teases them but he laughs

Mike and Will do the dishes together

Robin ducks out to meet up with Vicky after giving Steve and giant hug and congratulating him on a job well done.

Max and Lucas fall asleep cuddled up the couch

El and Erica are lying on the floor, trying to fight their food coma while White Christmas plays on the TV.

Claudia specifically fawns over Eddie and asks for his mashed potato recipe

She gets a little tipsy and gently hits on Wayne who is surprisingly smooth but a complete gentleman about it

Joyce pulls Steve aside to tell him how well it went and how glad she is that he wanted to do this.

At the end of day, Steve and Eddie are in bed together and Steve mentions how surprised everyone came together like that.

Eddie reminds Steve that of course his family would for him.

[bamfbuddie]

AHAHAHAHHAHAAH IM DYING.

Eddie and the Brussel Sprouts

(Because…I have no self control…Eddie is me, okay. I’m Eddie. *dies*)

“You did what?” Buck asks, his bright blue eyes wide with incredulous shock. 

“Uh”—Eddie licks his lips and shrugs—“I…ate all the brussel sprouts.” It was a lot of brussel sprouts, but in Eddie’s defence, he was hungry, and with his track record he’d rather not light the kitchen on fire a second time. 

Buck stalks around the counter and looks into the bowl as if he doesn’t believe any one person can eat that many brussel sprouts. “You’re serious. You actually—oh my god you did.” He spins around and stares at Eddie. “You actually ate two pounds of roasted brussel sprouts.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Was that two whole pounds?”

“Uh. Yeah.” Buck looks into the bowl one last time. “That was for like, at least four people.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie mumbles, his cheeks heating. “Was that supposed to be for dinner?”

“Think so, Cap mentioned something about a roast chicken and veggies? Guess that was supposed to be part of the veggies.”

Eddie groans and sighs. He should have known better than to steal food from the kitchen so close to dinner time, and now that Buck’s put a weight to the amount of tiny cabbage he’s eaten, his stomach suddenly feels a bit rumbly. 

“You know, two pounds of brussel sprouts is like ten cups,” Buck says, his face doing this complicated dance of trying not to look amused. And failing. “Half a cup of brussel sprouts is twenty-eight calories and two grams of fibre.”

“Why the hell do you know all this off the top of your head?” Eddie frowns. 

Buck rolls his eyes. “If my math is correct, and despite my rugged good looks, I am fantastic at math, that’s five hundred and sixty calories and forty grams of fibre.” He stares at Eddie’s stomach and whistles low. “I hope you’ve been drinking a lot of water.”

Eddie’s stomach gurgles and he swallows. That…does sound like a lot of calories for some mini cabbages, and Eddie had no idea brussel sprouts were so high in fibre. But more importantly, he ate all of Bobby’s brussel sprouts. Shit. 

As if the whole universe is trying to punish Eddie for eating some goddamn brussel sprouts, Bobby, Hen, and Chim chose this moment to walk into the kitchen. Buck’s eyes widen like saucers, and he tries to hide his grin behind a mug of coffee.

“The brussel sprouts are done,” Bobby says as he ties an apron around his waist. “We just need to—” He looks into the bowl and frowns. “Where did my brussel sprouts go?”

Eddie stares at him, probably looking more stunned than a deer in headlights, and swallows. Three pairs of eyes pin Eddie to the spot. Buck snorts, spewing coffee every which way, and Bobby’s expression goes from perplexed to knowing.

Without a word, Eddie turns and runs, Bobby’s indignant shout of his name right on his heels.