#I had boursin

[skyrim-forever]

I love you cheese and crackers

[icyfox17]

top 5 cheeses

1. Boursin (herb and garlic)

2. Goat cheese w cranberries

3. Smoked gouda

4. Brie

5. Parmigiano

[landofgay]

ily vegan boursin 🥰

[enterrandomname]

The Cannibal and The Man

Hannibal x Male Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Warning: Blood

Word Count: 520 words

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The smell of bacon and eggs woke you up from your slumber. You sat up and stretched your arms and legs, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes. You sniffed the air a couple of times, enjoying the smell of your breakfast being made.

At least breakfast was normal, you thought, a faint smile forming on your lips. You got up and put your slippers on. It was always cold. It sometimes made you miss Hannibal's warmth.

You smacked yourself in the face. Miss Hannibal's warmth? You were supposed to despise the man, not love him. You exited the room and made your way to the kitchen. There, you saw Hannibal. "Did you have a good rest?" Hannibal asked; it was like he knew that you were in the same room as him. You only replied with a hum. Fantastic way of making a fool out of yourself, (Y/N).

"Still not talkative? Perhaps breakfast could help with that. I made your favorite Eggs en Cocotte with Boursin cheese." Hannibal placed the plate in front of you, and a fake smile was plastered on his face. You looked down at your food and took a bite of it. You were immediately met with a creamy, and delicious taste. You let out a satisfied hum as you took another bite.

Hannibal sniffed his wine before taking a sip as he continued to stare at his lover, admiring your facial features.

You grabbed your napkin and patted your lips, grabbing your drink and swirling the red liquid before taking a sip. You were never a fan of red wine; it always left your throat dry, and you always had to force yourself to swallow it despite the bitter taste it had.

You then got up and took your plate to the sink. Hannibal stood up and followed you before wrapping his arms around your body. "Darling, I'll take care of the dishes. Go and get dress.”

You turned your head slightly to look behind you and nodded, walking back to their shared room. You quickly locked the door behind you. You remembered when Hannibal came home all covered in blood; you could remember the smell of it and the way it dripped onto the floor. It was a nightmare to clean up.

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You lay on the floor as you stared up at the ceiling, silently praying to whatever God was out there. Hearing the door slamming open, it snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up and noticed Hannibal limping towards the bathroom before falling to the ground, unconscious. A pool of blood began to form under Hannibal's body.

"Shit..." you muttered, quickly taking your place at Hannibal's side. You finally found the courage to take off Hannibal's shirt. You swallowed your saliva as you stared at the wound on your lover's chest. Your hands shook as you looked around the room, luckily finding bandages in the drawer near the bed. You grabbed some tissues before putting pressure on the wound.

Once the bleeding stopped, you cleaned the wound with soap and warm water, finally covering it with the bandages you had found.

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[nyoomfruits]

Heard you were hunting for plant fiasco story, and I will give you one but first, I shall fangirl:

OMG YOUR STORY IS SO GOOD I READ IT FIVE TIMES SINCE IT WAS POSTED 🥹🥹🥹🧡

Now for the plant fiasco: my current office has the unkillable ZZ plants scattered through the office to make it look less soul sucking, and we also have a in-house chill garden with vines and philodendrons all over the room and walls. My colleague knows nothing about plants and every time I touch one, like inspecting the leaves or something she tells me to stop because it might be poisonous 😅 so I decided to play a joke on her with our other colleague. Basically we booked out all three floors of meeting rooms in the building and left only the chill garden free so when she needed a meeting room for the day she had to book the only free one. Then we talked really loud with receptionist about the poisonous plants inside the garden (there are none) while the colleague was in there and had the meeting and could hear every single word. She was visibly sweating and looking around… And as we were talking, a leaf fell down from one of the plants on the table and I kid you not, she screamed bloody murder and jumped away, running out of the room. Everyone present was dying from laughing 😂 since then, we cannot have meetings in the chill garden 😅

Hope you don’t me vomiting my equivalent of plant fiasco on you but this was the most evil in-house thing I’ve done 😂🫣

okay first of all this is SO funny oh my god, i can't believe she fell for that??? also the PREP that went into this i'm mad impressed this is a jim from the office kind of dedication to office pranks and i love it

second of all. i couldn't stop thinking about how this was abosutely something charles from the fake dating au would do??? and then i accidentally ended up writing what's essentially an epilogue for the fic so uuuuh... here you go????

Max is just putting the pasta into boiling water, when he hears the front door open and close, and the sounds of someone taking off their shoes and coat. Seconds later, Charles appears in the kitchen, smiling widely.

“Hey, babe,” he says, making his way over to Max and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey,” Max says, stirring his onions, “how was work?”

Charles’s grin widens as he hops up onto the counter to sit next to where Max is cooking. “You know how it’s been a bit boring now Cecile finally stopped believing the coffee machine is haunted?” Charles’s eyes are sparkling with mischief.

Max sends Charles a knowing look. “What did you do?”

“Me?” Charles asks, all faux innocent. Max raises an eyebrow. Charles grins. “We kind of convinced her all of the plants in that one garden themed meeting room were poisonous.”

Max tries very hard to look unimpressed and stoic about it, but he can’t help but the corners of his mouth turning up. “You are evil, you know that?”

Charles hums. “And you love me for it,” he says, leaning forward and capturing Max’s lips in a quick kiss.

“Unfortunately,” Max says, laughing when Charles squeaks indignantly. Max adds bell peppers and zucchini to the pan and stirs them around a little. “I cannot believe its literally your last week at there and you’re spending it riling Cecile up.”

“I want to go out doing what I love most,” Charles says, swinging his legs a little and grinning cheekily. “Plus, the second I start studying engineering after the summer its going to be all work and no play, so I think I deserve this little bit of fun before that.”

Max hums, and stirs in a few tablespoons of Boursin. Charles tries to stick his finger in the sauce that’s forming in the pan and Max swats his hand away. “You know I’m proud of you, right? For taking that step?”

Charles rolls his eyes, but his smile is fond. “You’ve only told me like, a million times.”

“Well consider this million and one,” Max says, moving away from the pan to let the sauce simmer for a bit, stepping in between Charles’s legs. His hands come to rest on Charles’s knees, and he leans forward so his nose brushes against Charles’s. Charles goes cross-eyed trying to look at him. “I am proud of you,” he whispers, in that small space between them, and then leans forward and captures Charles lips in a soft, slow kiss.

He remembers their first kiss, suddenly. That kiss in Miami, that wasn’t real but felt like it. This one feels real and it is. Max will probably never get over that, how this is something he gets to have now, after almost a year of thinking it was only ever going to be a fantasy. He pulls away, leans his forehead against Charles’s. For a moment they just stand there, in their kitchen, breathing each other in.

Eventually, Max pulls away. “Hey, that reminds me,” he says, “You never told me about the office plant fiasco that made the finance department so mad.”

Charles frowns and then his eyes light up. “Oh, you’re right, I haven’t! God, that’s such a good story actually-“

“Do you smell burning?” Max interrupts him, and then turns to his pasta sauce with a panic, which is bubbling rather violently. “Fuck,” Max says, rushing over to stir it. The damage is done, and it definitely is a little burnt in places, but it should still be edible. At the same time, the timer beeps for the pasta, and Charles takes the pan from the stove to drain it, as Max finishes the pasta sauce.

It’s not until they’re in bed, hours later, Charles snoring peacefully beside him, when Max realizes Charles never ended up telling him about the office plants.

[nickyflowers]

had a rough weekend so far. but it has led to some pretty solid insights, and now i know the most urgent things i need to work on in myself. plus i just had Boursin cheese on sourdough. can't be all that bad of a weekend

[sendpseuds]

The people must know: What are your favorite sandwiches???

Ah, sandwiches. What a magical food.

Since you graced us all with a whole dissertation I feel like I owe you the same level of detail, let’s see what we can do here.

While I am not actually vegetarian, I LOVE a veggie sandwich. One of my all time favorites to make at home is seeded rye with hummus on one side and homemade herby cream cheese on the other [usually parsley, green onion, mint, dill, and fresh garlic. Also sometimes this is chèvre instead of cream cheese]. Between the bread we have sliced cucumbers [seasoned with salt, pepper, and lemon juice], big slices of tomato, and arugula [sprouts if I can get my hands on them]. This whole ordeal is fabulous with turkey or bacon if you want more protein, I’ve also done smashed chickpeas in place of the hummus for a heartier option.

Another veggie sandwich I love is from a local bakery and if I knew exactly how they made it I would tell you, but it’s fresh crusty sourdough liberally coated in amazing olive oil, with this incredible carrot purée, thinly sliced fennel, Calabrian chilis, and arugula. So fucking good.

Okay, let’s talk about something less “healthy”

If you’ve ever been to Buffalo, New York [Go Bills] there are TWO sandwiches that I think about all the time.

The first is pretty ubiquitous through western New York: Beef on Weck. This is roast beef, dipped in hot jus, and piled on a kimmelweck roll [basically a Kaiser roll with crunchy sea salt and caraway seeds]. That’s it. Personally, I like to add an almost unadvisable amount of horseradish, but that’s it. It’s perfect.

The second is a true drunken indulgence. The Stinger Hoagie from Jim’s Steakout. If you are unfamiliar with Jim’s, most locations are open until 5am [bars in Buffalo close at 4am. A real drinking town] and the employees can often be seen wearing shirts that say “I see drunk people.” The Stinger Hoagie is their beautiful monster. Cheesesteak meets chicken finger sub. Shaved steak, chicken fingers, fried onions, melted American cheese, lettuce, tomato, Frank’s Red Hot, and Jim’s special sauce. [I am fucking drooling right now, I haven’t had one of these since I was in my twenties.]

When it comes to deli meat, I tend to lean toward turkey, but I want some really soft seeded multigrain bread with crispy Romain and good tomatoes. Thick slices of sharp sharp cheddar, mayonnaise, and Nance’s Sharp and Creamy mustard. I might toss in some cucumber or parsley, maybe apples and bacon if I’m feeling extra, but the specific mustard is very important.

[this isn’t really a sandwich but I’ll often take a big rib of Romaine lettuce and make a little deli boat with turkey, cheese, and Mayo. I’m sure I can blame that on high school, my mother, and all the lovely disordered eating habits I developed as a teen]

Grilled cheese… I’m sort of all over the place with grilled cheese, always experimenting, but for me, the most important thing is using GRATED CHEESE [and to be clear, I mean block cheese that you grate at home, not the pre-grated stuff in the bag, please, this is important, that shit doesn’t melt right] I want the cheese pouring over the sides of the bread, hitting the pan, oozing and bubbling until it’s gold and crispy and perfect.

I’ll give you one fancy grilled cheese: deviled egg grilled cheese. Two hard boiled eggs, whites sliced thin, yolks mixed with mayo, mustard, pepper, paprika, dill. Into the pan goes bread, cheese mixture [gruyere and cheddar, shredded and mixed with a little Mayo and mustard], yolk mixture, sliced whites, more cheese mixture, bread. Done.

This is getting out of control and I haven’t talked about chopped italian sandwiches, or banh mi, or my mom’s famous roast beef and mock Boursin sandwiches, or my obsession with Calabrian chilis [oh! Add those to the mayo on a turkey sandwich], or the time I put an entire meatloaf on an entire loaf of bread and called it a sandwich.

I haven’t even TOUCHED on breakfast sandwiches but if I get into that we’ll be here forever.

So, for now, I’ll cap it there, but there’s plenty of room for a sequel.

Hope that answers your question!

[foxghost]

Had a moment of dairy envy weakness.

Yesterday, I bought: 2 lbs of double-dream brie, 1 lb of double-cream greek yogurt, 2L of chocolate milk, 2 rounds of cranberry pepper boursin.

And now it has all arrived and I think I underestimated what a pound of brie means. It is about the size of MY WHOLE HAND.

like 90%+ of ppl of east asian descent, I’m lactose intolerant 🙃

[yum-yes-please]

11/07/23

Roasted potatoes, roasted veg (courgette, mushroom and leek) put into a boursin white sauce. Because I had milk to use, and the leeks were yellow label in the shop.

[nemobeatrice]

@diadopweek

DiaDop Week 2023 Day 6 - Beach/Picnic: A Romantic Night on the Shores of Sardinia

Ao3

Quotev

Wattpad

Doppio was at the grocery store, buying ingredients for cookies. It was for the picnic he had planned with Diavolo, and he couldn’t decide whether to make regular old chocolate chip cookies or snickerdoodles.

Diavolo bumped into him before he could decide. “Oh, Doppio! Sorry for bumping into you, but I was thinking about what to make for the picnic.”

Doppio noticed the expensive bottle of red wine next to some produce in his basket and knew what to make. “It’s alright. I finally decided what to make.”

“Oh? Are you cooking something?”

“Baking. I can’t wait to see what you’ll bring.”

Doppio wondered if it would be enough and thought about buying more food. “I’ll bring more than just cookies.”

“Take your time. I’ll buy the candles and silverware.”

Diavolo had some elegant taste, making Doppio feel like his cookie idea was childish. He put the ingredients and headed to where the fresh fruits were, arms reaching for the grapes until he remembered Diavolo was bringing wine. He would’ve gotten strawberries but planned on making strawberry-flavored cookies. Doppio sighed, settling for the cherries on sale and buying some cute pink napkins on the way to the cashier.

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Immediately after heading home, Doppio prepared to make the secret cookies. While he brought out the bowl, he still felt like he wasn’t bringing enough to the picnic.

A few days ago, Doppio had bought a baguette for his soup. He could use that to make crostini, but what should he top it with? He searched the fridge for something and saw some prosciutto, Roma tomatoes, and Boursin cheese.

He looked at the time to see if there was enough time, and it was only 2 PM—the picnic was at 6. Since Diavolo expected the macarons, he worked on that first before making the crostini.

As Doppio cracked some eggs, separating the yolk from the egg whites, he couldn’t stop thinking about what to wear. He loved his sweater, but maybe he should switch up his style. Perhaps a white dress shirt and some slacks would please Diavolo. Oh, but what color should his slacks be? Tan or black?

Lost in thought, Doppio broke an egg on his counter. “Ugh! I hope Boss isn’t having this much trouble.”

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Diavolo finished making the herby cucumber salad with feta cheese and chickpeas, but he didn’t feel satisfied. Making salad was so simple, yet whatever Doppio planned seemed complex. Diavolo can cook, but Doppio is more into baking. What could he cook? Last night, he had shrimp fra diavolo and thought about using the shrimp he didn’t cook. Doppio didn’t seem like the type to enjoy something spicy. Maybe sweet and sour shrimp will sate his tastebuds, but he’ll cook after he showers.

Preparing what to wear before showering, he looked into his drawers and decided on the striped suit. Since he was the boss, he was in charge of his clothing but wanted to look professional. Thinking about his outfit, he found it funny how he spent his time with Doppio wearing his casual clothes instead of his suit despite working in the same building.

When Diavolo got out of the shower and dressed, he went into the kitchen to make sweet and sour shrimp. The picnic basket was on the table, and he placed the salad, wine, wine glasses, dining utensils, and shrimp once he finished cooking it. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much.

It was almost time to leave, and he called Doppio, reminding him it was time to head to the beach.

“B-boss!” Doppio panicked. “Wait, was the picnic now? I thought it was in an hour? Oh, no! I’m so sorry.”

Diavolo giggled. “Doppio, I’m calling just to remind you.”

“Oh.” He sounded calmer. “I’m ready. I guess I’ll head there now.”

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It was time for the picnic. Diavolo picked up some roses for Doppio while on the way and a surprise in his pocket. Doppio had texted him that he’ll be under a tree with a pink checkered picnic blanket.

“There you are,” Diavolo said. “You’re looking fine.” He handed him the flowers.

Doppio took them, blushing. “Oh, really? Hmm, have I seen you wear that suit before?”

“It’s one of the suits I wear to work.” He sat down. “I brought us some salad and shrimp on a skewer. I made the shrimp before I left. Hopefully, it’s not too hot. Oh, let’s not forget the wine.” He set up the candles and handed Doppio a plate and a wine glass.

Doppio took out his food from his picnic basket. “I brought strawberry macarons, some cherries, and crostini. Do you think this is too much to eat?”

“I had a light lunch. If you can’t eat the rest, I’ll take them.” He eyed the macarons and grabbed one. “I should eat the salad or crostini first, but these look irresistible.” He took a bite. “Wow, Doppio, I’m surprised you haven’t started a bakery.”

“I thought about it, but I honestly have no idea how to start one. Besides, I like working for you.”

“Come here, you.”

The two leaned in for a kiss. They hadn’t eaten or taken a sip of wine, but they got touchy and physical, hugging tightly and kissing passionately. They would’ve been sweaty if it weren’t for the ocean breeze that suddenly kicked in.

Diavolo panted when he withdrew from the kiss. “God, Doppio, I need you by my side.”

“Boss, I want to be with you!” Doppio flung himself towards him.

He hugged him again, kissing and caressing his cheek. “Oh, my sweet Doppio, I want to give you something.”

He withdrew from the hug. “What is it?”

Diavolo pulled out a box with a ring inside. “Marry me? I think it’s time we make it official.”

“Oh my gosh! I don’t know what to say! I’m probably a sweaty mess! Of course, I’ll marry you! Should I pack my things after dinner, o-or should I do it tomorrow?”

Diavolo laughed while his stomach growled. “Whichever you prefer, my Doppio. I’m getting hungry. I feel like I could eat all the food you brought.”

Doppio took some salad and shrimp, sampling them. “Your food is so good, though! You’re telling me to start a bakery, but you’re the one who should be opening a restaurant.”

He poured him and himself a glass of wine. “Maybe, but it would’ve taken me longer to buy that ring for you.”

“I wouldn’t mind. I always felt we didn’t need a ring to prove we were meant to be together.”

“Oh, Doppio, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He fed Diavolo his salad. “Come on. You haven’t touched the food you brought.”

“Neither have you.” He put a cherry in his mouth, pulling the stem once Doppio bit into it.

They both ate the food until they were full and stayed a while to enjoy the ocean view.

[pikapelt]

Old Tigers Can’t Learn New Tricks

Summary: Kotetsu’s tired of being teased about only being able to cook fried rice.  He’s prepared to prove them all wrong.  No, really.

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AN:  This takes place somewhere between The Rising and T&B2.  Kotetsu and Barnaby are too much of a married couple in the new season that I suspect something finally happened during that time-lapse. 

I also just wanna caveat that I haven’t written fanfics in nearly a decade, so I’m really sorry if this is a bit rusty.  But these characters have been living rent-free in my brain for nearly a year now and after royally screwing up dinner the other night I felt inspired to write something.  That something ended up being 2k words on Kotetsu being the dork we know and love. Hope you all enjoy this!

I don’t have an AO3 account so decided to just post this here.

Shitty title is shitty.

Pao-Lin’s birthday was tomorrow, and the heroes had decided to do a potluck at the work to celebrate. Karina was the main organizer and made sure to stress that there was one rule:  it had to be homemade.  Something about it being more heartfelt.  Which Kotetsu was totally fine with.  He was a great cook, ask anyone! 

Or at least, he was totally fine with it until Antonio and Nathan both turned to him and ordered him not to make fried rice.  Oh come on! He complains to his friend a couple times about all the flack his mom gives him and now it’s a thing? And then Barnaby, his own Bunny, had the audacity to also comment on him not making fried rice for tomorrow. But Pao-Lin loved it when Kotetsu brought them all his signature dish for the babysitting gig!  

So, he grumbled an agreement, because lord help him, he was going to prove to everyone that he does in fact know how to cook more than one dish!  And it’ll be so damn good it’ll knock the grumpiness right out of those new rookies.

The recipe seemed easy enough.  Basically, just some cheesy pasta with broccoli.  And hey, Bunny and Kaede kept insisting he needed more vegetables, so look, go him.  The ingredients called for stuff Kotetsu had never even heard of before, but that didn’t deter him in the least.  When he couldn’t find whatever the hell boursin cheese and malfadine pasta was, he figured gouda and angel hair would be good enough.  The picture on the recipe looked like long noodles, and hey, angel hair was long.  And who doesn’t love gouda?  

Once home, Kotetsu tied on his apron, mentally preparing himself for the amazing dish he was about to make.  Glancing down at his phone, he noted that the recipe called for “shaved” broccoli. Pursing his lips, he looked back over to the bag of greens he got and shrugged.  Eh, fuck it.  Florets were good enough.  It was still the same damn broccoli.  

Grabbing the two pots he had in the cupboard, Kotetsu filled one with water and the other with broccoli. As he worked on stirring the greens, he noticed the other pot begin to boil, and he quickly added the pasta.  Or.  He tried to. Attempting to dump half the box into the pot lead to a vast majority of the pasta scattering across the stovetop. Cursing, Kotetsu scrambled to pick up as much of the stringy pasta as he could before he could smell burning. Aaaand now his broccoli was burning. Just great.

Tossing as much of the pasta as he could into the pot, Kotetsu frantically stirred the broccoli to try to salvage what he could.  It was going decently, until stray bits of pasta began to catch on fire from the stove’s lit gas.  Shit shit shit shit.  One hand continuing to stir, Kotetsu grabbed what he could with the other and tossed the flaming bits of pasta into the boiling pot.  He prayed to whoever would listen that the flames didn’t decide gluten wasn’t enough and needed to feast on his very exposed wrist.  

Fire mostly put out, Kotetsu decided to go ahead and add the cheese to the broccoli.  The taste would mask any burnt crisps, probably. Except…ten minutes into letting the cheese sit on the hot pan and the little pieces of shit still weren’t melting. Frowning, Kotetsu turned off all the burners, wiped his hands on the apron, and searched on his phone for the best way to melt gouda.  Huh, microwave it is.  

Scooping the clumps of cheese out of the pan and into a bowl, Kotetsu shoved them into the microwave and stood as patiently as he could for the next 15 seconds.  He cleaned up what he could, tapping his foot anxiously against the tile as he waited for this damn cheese to melt.  It would be the only saving grace to this disaster of a meal.  

As soon as the ding popped up, he opened the door with a semi-hopeful expression, only for it to drop immediately to see the still solid-looking clumps of gouda.  Cursing, he slammed the microwave door shut and nuked them again.  And again. And again.  By this point it wasn’t so much melted cheese as weird lumpy bits of goo.  Having a feeling that this was about as good as it was going to get, Kotetsu groaned and reached for the bowl, only to yelp in pain as the porcelain was significantly hotter than he anticipated.  With barely suppressed frustration he yanked a towel off the oven handle and wrapped it around the bowl before grabbing it and dumping the cheese goop onto the pasta.  

Mixing everything together as best he could, Kotetsu had his doubts about the food.  It….didn’t look appetizing.  But hey, looks can be deceiving.  Don’t judge a book by its cover.  All that jazz.  Filling up a small bowl for a test run, Kotetsu took one bite before glaring with pure hatred at the remainder of the pasta.  It was fucking disgusting.  

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Kotetsu grabbed a beer from the fridge and huffed his way to the living room, not even bothering to clean up the mess he had just made in the kitchen.  Pouting as he plopped himself on the couch and cracked open the drink, he took a long hearty swig of the bitter ale as he considered his options.  It was too late, and he was too damn frustrated to start over, but maybe he could call Barnaby and help out with his dish?  Then he could claim it was a team effort.  Kind of a cop-out, but hey, Karina never said it was a rule that he couldn’t.  

With a sigh, Kotetsu got back up from his couch to retrieve his phone from the war zone of a kitchen. Barnaby was never gonna let him live this down and he knew it.  Hesitating for a moment longer, he let himself call his partner.  

It took longer for the line to pick up than he expected, but as soon as he heard a weary hello, Kotetsu felt his lips finally turn up into a smile.  “Bunny!  Hey, want any help with your potluck dish?  You know I’d be more than happy to come over and lend a hand.”  There was a brief pause as if Barnaby was taking his time to consider his answer.  

“Sorry Kotetsu, I’m just about done here.  I mostly need to clean up and then was going to take care of my plants for the rest of the night.”  God damn it. There went that plan.  Although….

“You, uh, want any help cleaning?”  This time, Barnaby did not hesitate to respond with a swift no.  Well, guess he was still holding a grudge from last month.

“Aw, c’mon Bunny!  You know it was an accident!  How was I supposed to know you kept your dish soap and dishwasher gel right next to each other?”  There was a bit of a plea in his voice.  If he contributed at least something, then he could get away with “helping” make the dish.  

“Old man, it took two weeks for the new parts to come in for the repairs.  You are never touching my washer again; do you hear me?” An argument was on the tip of his tongue when Barnaby cut him off with a sharp “Do you hear me, Kotetsu?” 

Rolling his eyes at his partner, the older man gave a nod.  Remembering Barnaby couldn’t see him he quipped “yeah yeah Bunny, I hear ya. I’m old, not senile.”  

“Good.  Now, is there anything else you needed?”  Kotetsu could just hear the smugness in the other man’s voice.  God, why did Barnaby have the most punchable yet kissable face?  It really gives a guy emotional whiplash.  

“Nah, think I’m just gonna watch some tv and call it a night.  See ya tomorrow Bunny.”  He almost added a ‘love you,’ but knew Barnaby wasn’t quite ready for that kind of send-off.  They were taking it slow, and Kotetsu could respect that.  Trauma was a bitch.

“Good night Kotetsu,” his partner said softly, before hanging up.

Sighing, Kotetsu placed his phone on the coffee table and glanced over to the kitchen.  He was going to need a few more beers before he tackled that mess.

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Juggling four boxes of pizza in one hand as he swiped his badge on the turnstile, Kotetsu looked around nervously.  He knew he was going to get flack for not bringing something homemade, but he’d rather deal with that after at least one cup of coffee.  Resigning himself to his fate, he headed for the elevators.

And sure enough, one rallying cup of coffee later, Kotetsu’s ass was called out the moment he walked through the sliding door of the gym.  All eyes were on him, at least of the heroes who had shown up so far, and Subaru, of course being him, was the first to say something.  “Hey!  That’s cheating!  It was supposed to be homemade, Tiger!”

Sighing, he placed the pizzas on the table where other food was spread out, dividing the boxes in stacks of two for pepperoni and cheese.  “Yeah, yeah, I know.  But…” He’d been thinking about his excuse since last night.  Kotetsu really didn’t want to be the butt end of a joke for the next week because he really can’t make anything besides fried rice.  And he sure as shit wasn’t going to admit as much. “Well, something came up with my daughter last night so I kinda ran out of time.”

The annoyed expression on Karina’s face quickly turned into one of panic.  “What’s going on with Kaede?”

Shit.  Okay, using his daughter as a scapegoat was not a great idea. Eyes wide, he turned to his younger coworker with hands held up.  “Oh, no! Nothing’s wrong!  She just uh…needed help.  With homework.”  

The look of panic on the girl’s face slowly transformed into confusion.  “Huh?  Homework? But usually, she calls me if she’s stuck with something?”  Damn it, he forgot Karina was bit of a mentor to his little girl after they met.  C’mon Tiger, think of something.

“O-oh, well, it was Japanese homework.”  There. That was a safe option.  No one would question him on that.

Sure enough, Karina nodded, concern gone.  Before Kotetsu could say anything else that could have potentially dug his grave deeper, a hand tightly clamped onto his shoulders.  Startled, he looked over to see Keith with his typical million-watt smile. “C’mon guys, let’s not give Mr. Tiger a hard time.  I for one love pizza!”  

Goddess bless Keith and his overflowing well of optimism.  The heroes that were around murmured their agreements and carried on with decorating the gym for Pao-Lin’s birthday.

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Kotetsu had been deep in a conversation with Pao-Lin, Laura, and Ivan when he spotted Barnaby walking through the gym door with a tote bag.  Waving excitedly to his partner, he excused himself from the others so he could greet him.  The blonde looked around at the table, eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Kotetsu, where’s your pa-“

Kotetsu quickly cut him off, “pizza?  Oh, right here Bunny!  I know you prefer the one with veggies, but figured I’d play it safe and get the basics for everyone.”  Damn it, he forgot he’d showed Barnaby the recipe he found while scrolling through his computer at work.  Absolutely avoiding paperwork.

Barnaby raised a brow, quietly commenting, “that bad huh?” before opening his tote and pulling out a large, ceramic serving dish.  

Placing it on the table with the rest of the food, the blonde had a small smirk on his lips as he lifted the lid to reveal an entire platter of fried rice.  Glancing over to his partner, his smile became more apologetic. “I only told you not to make fried rice so I could surprise you with mine.  I think I finally got the recipe right this time.”  Kotetsu’s heart swelled at the gesture, wishing he could kiss his Bunny right then and there.  Instead, he settled for a gentle hip-check.  A silent I love you too embedded in those actions.  

“Hey Kid, come try this rice and tell me if it’s any better than mine!  I know it’s been a while, but Bunny over here had to steal my thunder, so we need an unbiased judge!”  

AN: I imagine Keith bringing in cupcakes with little icing pawprint decorations.  Because of course he would.

[acheronist]

13 16 23 !

oh word i didn't think anyone would actually send some in

13 - when was the last time you ate? probably an hour and a half ago... i had a scrambled egg with boursin cheese on baguette . i tried to make a dirty chai with macadamia milk though and it was terrible LOL

16 - can you drive? nope <3 i'm unfortunately the gay and can't drive stereotype, i got too many anxiety disorders to operate a vehicle and not feel like i'm about to have a nervous breakdown. i keep telling myself this year will be the year i get my license and then it keeps not happening

23 - how do you feel about chilly weather? LOVE.. i'm no good with the heat, i wilt like a pathetic flower and turn into a cranky bitch. in my ideal world i need it to be like 45f-65f and overcast at all times. but also as a from-michigan-girl i do love a good winter snowstorm

[tintedglasses]

i went on a picnic type thing yesterday with friends and we went together to the grocery store before for supplies and i was subtly taking notes on how to be an Adult and how to pick out appropriate snacks for Adult people because i’ve always been self conscious about that when it comes to things like having the “right” snacks for dates or people coming over and now i get to sit and enjoy some of the leftover boursin cheese that i had never heard of with some pita chips and it’s honestly so amazing??

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

have you ever had Boursin cheese? they make really good spreadable garlic and herbs stuff

ooo i tried it once! not my fave, i prefer much lighter spreadable cheese like stracchino but also i tried it back when i wasnt crazy about garlic

[bloomingonionbitch]

Since we're sharing P!ATD stories...buckle up!

I'm originally from the Chicago suburbs (which is also an annoying personality trait) and I was 13 years old, heavily layering tank tops from Kohl's over v-neck shirts.

It's May 2008 and me and these two super cool older girls from Elmhurst (whom I met at Fine Arts Camp @ Saint Mary's College in South Bend, Indiana) went to Honda Civic Tour at the Congress Theatre in Chicago (RIP).

It was my first concert *ever* and I cannot believe how lucky I was to have it filmed. I got that hideous beige/brown Pretty.Odd sweatshirt (see attached for example) and wore it over everything because I believed I had hypohidrosis (spoiler: it was all the layered tank tops from Kohl's).

Motion City Soundtrack, Phantom Planet, and The Hush Sound were incredible openers and I have yet to have a more satisfying line up. BUT. It was at the concert that I had my first seizure! Rewind a second!

I grew up on Neopets and Flash Games and supported my friends who were really good at drawing Sonic the Hedgehog. I was on the computer *a lot.* So when the fingers in my left hand were going numb, it was dismissed as carpal tunnel - easy enough.

Now fast forward to me being such an amped up, cradle Catholic, Peggy Hill-footed teenager. I'm in ecstasy, feeling like the true Fueled By Ramen ™ teen that I knew I was inside. I'm sweaty, I'm scrunched against other people, I'm having an awakening!!!

But then my fingers go number and half of my face does too and I'm thinking it's adrenaline and hormones and Jon Walker - so I keep going. It eventually subsides, then happens again a few days later, and again, and again...for months.

Scooch ahead a little more - my mom advocates for an MRI and we get one, a then few weeks pass.

After going to ~LINCOLNSHIRE~ with my grandma and mom to see "Mama Mia" (on the day before I am set to start *THE* 8th grade), we get a call from my pediatrician that I need to go to the hospital ASAP. Turns out I have a "goober" in my brain and a "goober" is what you call a tumor when you're explaining it to a kid you helped bring into this world. Shout out to the emotional labor of doctors, for real.

I can do a "House"-style medical breakdown later and talk about my surgery/proton radiation, BUT I would much rather talk about all of my Make-A-Wish trip ideas, ripped straight outta 2008!!!

1. Visit the set of "Project Runway" and hang out with Tim Gunn.

2. A pink digital camera - literally, that was it. And you know the one I'm talking about. My Wish Granters were like....you can probably get that on your own sweetie...

3. Be on an episode of TAI TV (remember that!?) If you must know, I had big dumb crushes on Ryland and Sisky.

4. Meet Katy Perry??? (I don't know what we would have talked about or done together...I knew nothing about anything).

5. American Eage shopping spree (in retrospect, their clothes never really fit right and I only wanted to recreate the high of wearing a lace cami under a turquoise henley sweater with a pink skinny scarf at my first middle school dance - it was as much of a "Laguna Beach" moment as I could have).

- Meet Jon Walker - not all of Panic! just Jon. WILD!!!!! Imagine!!!

Dear reader...do you want to know what I chose?

A trip to Turks and Caicos! A place I had never heard of! I got my period for the first time and we could only find cardboard, "old-school" tampons and I was FREAKING OUT. I also got a wicked sunburn (Trileptal folks!) and got sick on an unlimited supply of Boursin whipped cheese spread. Two of my brothers are redheads who do not like the beach! They were so fussy! Turks and Caicos is a lot of beach!

Please please believe me, I am unbelievably thankful for my wish (and health and life and time) and the Granting team, but have any other Make-A-Wish kids spent time thinking about alllllll the other wish possibilities?

I'm not even talking about reflecting back and considering more "practical" (which is bananas to say considering the context), but just like how my interests have changed?

In high school (and probably now, too), I was kicking myself for not using my wish to meet Jason Segel? I still have a massive crush on him, but imagine them calling him up to meet a random kid who picked him as her Make-A-Wish? (This was pre "End of the Tour" and "Muppets" for him - it only was "How I Met Your Mother" and "Freaks and Geeks" for him).

I'm 15 years in remission and doing just fine! I haven't talked about (or processed) personal health stuff very much, so thanks for letting me take a moment from reblogging transparent Snoopy sticker scans and Nora Ephron film stills to reflect on the end of an era.

[gotankgo]

Visited six different super markets but had no luck finding Boursin cheese until I ventured to a gigantic Target with a grocery section. Christmas dinner with au gratin potatoes made from scratch is now a go!!!