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|ʘ‿ʘ)╯  いらっしゃいませ!  (Irasshaimase).  
Welcome! - Said in stores/restaurants to a customer.

ご注文、よろしいでしょうか?(Gochūmon, yoroshī deshouka?)
Would you like to order?

なにかのみものはいかがですか?(Nanika nomimonowa ikagadesuka?)
Would you like something to drink?

How are your katakana skills? Need practice? Well if you like coffee, it’s time to brush up on it.  (⊙_⊙)

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喫茶店 (きっさてん) Cafe
コーヒー Coffee
メニュー Menu
スターバックス Starbucks (often shortened to スタバ ) 

ホットコーヒー Hot coffee
アイスコーヒー  Iced coffee
      アイコ (abbreviation)
エスプレッソ Espresso
ラテ  Latte
カフェオレ Café au lait
フラペチーノ Frappuccino
モカ Mocha
チャイ Chai
カプチーノ Cappuccino
カフェ アメリカーノ Cafe Americano
マキアート Macchiato

エス Small
エム Medium
エル Large
ショート Short  
トール Tall
グランデ Grande
べんティ Venti

ソイ Soy
豆乳 (とうにゅう) Soy milk
低脂肪乳 (ていしぼうにゅう) Low-fat milk
無脂肪乳 (むしぼうにゅう) Fat-free milk
ホイップクリーム Whip cream
フォームミルク Foamed milk
ソース Sauce
シロップ Syrup
クリーム Cream
さとう Sugar

チョコレート Chocolate
バニラ  Vanilla
キャラメル Caramel
抹茶 (まっちゃ) Matcha
シナモン Cinnamon
ヘーゼルナッツ Hazelnut
アーモンド Almond

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( ˘▽˘)っ♨   Can you read it? 

▶  キャラメル マキアート 
▶  マンゴー パッション ティー フラペチーノ
▶  さくら ブロッサム クリーム ラテ

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Extra phrases:

エスプレッソショットのついか。 Add an espresso shot.

コーヒーおかわり Coffee refill.

ホットコーヒーをひとつください。One hot coffee, please.
      ~おねがいします is a more polite way to say please than ください。

トールソイチャイ ティー ラテおねがいします。Tall soy chai tea latte, please.

コーヒーにはミルクとさとうをください。I would like milk and sugar for my coffee, please.

(S,M,L)  サイズをください 。I’ll have a small/medium/grande/etc, please.

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Low Calorie Foods Master List

Thanks to JadeBambiRose on myproana.com for this Low Calorie Foods Master list!! I’m putting it here so I can use it for future reference. I’ll be finding some other things from different websites soon though.

  • Shirataki Noodles (20 cal)
  • Coconut Milk, Vanilla unsweetendened (45 cal)
  • Almond Milk (Almond Breeze is only 40 cal) 
  • Sliced Deli Turkey Meat (50 cal)
  • Miso Soup (30 cal)
  • Low cal Apple Cider (10 cal packs)
  • Cup-a-soup (50 cal)
  • Banana Peppers (5 cals per 15 rings)
  • ½ banana (50 cals)
  • Coke Zero (0)
  • Vanilla Coke zero (0)
  • Powerade Zero (0 cal and has a nice amount of B Vitamins)
  • Green tea (0)
  • Black coffee (0)
  • PB2  (45) 
  • Strawberries (48 cals a cup)
  • Miracle noodles (0)
  • Miracle rice (0)
  • Sugar free jelly pot (10 cal)
  • Weight watchers yoghurt (50 cal)
  • Kallo corn/rice cakes (26 calories)
  • Tesco lighter choices soup (Chinese chicken noodle)  (48 calories)
  • Options hot chocolate (40 calories)
  • Pickled onions - 10 = (20 calories)
  • Mini fabs (50 calories)
  • Weight watchers brown bread (48 calories) 
  • Snack a jacks (40 calories)
  • Lettuce (15)
  • Laughing cow spreadable cheese (35)
  • Black olives (25 for 4)
  • Plums (30-40)
  • Honey (10 cal for a teaspoon)
  • Steamed veggies (25-40 cals depending what type of vegetable it is)
  • Celery (5)
  • Magic pops (15)
  • Melba toasts (30 for two)
  • Any kind of broth (10-20) 
  • Croutons (the fat free kind are 30 for two tablespoons)
  • Cherry/grape tomatoes (fun to snack on, 15 for half a cup.)
  • Egg whites/egg beaters (20 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Baby carrots (30)
  • Mustard (5-10 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Ketchup (20)
  • Swiss Miss diet hot chocolate (25)
  • Healthy Choice wheat bread (35)
  • Fat free cool whip (15 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Plain rice cake (25)
  • Bell peppers (24)
  • Cucumber (47)
  • Morning Star veggie hot dog (50)
  • Weight Watchers american cheese (45)
  • Canned green beans (15) per 2/3 cups
  • Canned sliced bamboo shoots (10 - 20 cal)
  • Seaweed sheets (5 - 10 cal depending on size)
  • Eat Water rice/pasta/noodles (7 cal)
  • Bullion cubes (5 cal)
  • Salsa (10 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Cottage Cheese (100)
  • Oat Milk (45)
  • Green Tea (0)
  • Regular Peanut Butter (94 for 1 tbsp)

our friends brought over a pan of vegan brownies to our dinner party last night (😭🙌) so we’re having the last couple for dessert tonight - added on top is some blackberries and a quick coconut whipped cream. 🍫☁️ to make the whipped cream, just take the solid coconut from a can of full fat coconut milk and whip it w a hand blender along with a little vanilla & maple syrup. 😊✨

Wizarding World: Professors

Snape goes up to the counter and orders the same thing he’s ordered every day from Starbucks for over a decade. “After all this time?” asks the barista. “Always,” he replies.


Umbridge likes the red holiday cups, but wonders if they come in pink.


Gilderoy Lockhart insists that he is a naturally gifted barista. He starts a small fire behind the counter.


Professor Sprout orders a herbal tea. It’s so hot that it emits a high-pitched whistling. Several patrons of the Starbucks keel over.


Professor Sinistra orders a dark roast, but the baristas forget to make it.


Minerva McGonagall usually orders a grande non-fat latte, no whip, half-caf every morning at precisely 7:40AM, but it’s game day, so she gets a red velvet frappucino with caramel bits on top to match her red and gold outfit, complete with face paint. She’s grown attached to the trophy in her office and isn’t keen on giving it up to Professor Snape.


Firenze goes into the Starbucks, and the centaurs will never let him back out.


Professor Quirrell orders a caramel brulee latte and a dark roast. “Two coffees just for you, sir?” asks the barista. “I… I’m addicted to caffeine,” Quirrell responds nervously while simultaneously coughing, somehow.


Professor Trelawney orders hot tea for everyone in the Starbucks, then proceeds to read everyone’s leaves. Unsurprisingly, 100% of the patrons are doomed to die within the fortnight. She puts the drinks on Dumbledore’s tab.


Dumbledore orders the phoenix latte. The baristas follow his instructions carefully, only to have it explode upon completion. They can’t believe they trusted him for so long only to have this be the end goal after all.

anonymous asked:

Coffee~ Quetzal

It’s fucking freezing outside and boy would I kill for a cup of coffee or some Arabic chai so here we go fam.
  • Yuri isn’t all that crazy about coffee. He prefers tea. His favourite is a peach and passion fruit tea that he found at a market not too far from his Grandpa’s house. He adds a spoonful of honey in it, and it’s his go-to when he doesn’t know what he wants. 
  • When Yuri does drink coffee, it’s heavily mixed in with oddly specific instructions like “two extra pumps of caramel with chocolate shavings over low fat whipped cream no milk and an extra shot of espresso.” It’s perfect to him it matches his level of extra.
  • Otabek is, on the other hand, one of those people that needs a coffee in the morning and a second at noon for good measure. He still drinks chai, though, but that’s with his meals only. Coffee he just drinks on its own. 
  • In the mornings when Otabek wakes up first, he makes Yuri some tea that fits the mood of the morning and weather, adding just a smidge of honey as sweetener like how he likes it; but when Yuri wakes up first, he makes Beka’s coffee the way he always likes it: just with a dash of powdered cream and a pinch of cinnamon.
  • Yuri doesn’t know how to make coffee. He tried once and they ended up having to get a new coffee machine that only Otabek was allowed to touch. 
  • Some of their favourite dates are going to a little hole-in-the-wall coffee shop together, it helps them with exploring the city and allows them to spend time together and witness something new together for the first time. 
  • Once, early in their relationship back when these two teenagers couldn’t control themselves like guys get a bedroom, Yuri couldn’t help himself from lunging across the table and kissing Otabek on the lips. A waitress there was a fan of the skaters and had taken a video as it happened. She ended up uploading the 5 second long clip to YouTube and it went viral in minutes. 
  • Sometimes they just grab a coffee and go somewhere like an art museum, not even staring at the paintings half of the time because they’re too busy admiring the artwork that is each other. 
  • During those times when they kiss, they can taste each other’s coffee, Yuri’s always sweet and strong while Otabek’s is bitter but smooth on the tongue. It always fit so well. 
  • Sometimes when Otabek comes back after a stressful night he’s greeted with Yuri already having a Starbucks coffee waiting for him. “I had a feeling it was a rough night,” he would say, and he was always right. 
  • Otabek loves to have a cup of decaf right before bed, nose buried in a book with his reading glasses on while in their bed, the mug carefully resting on his nightstand as he sips it from time to time. 
  • Yuri would take pictures of it. 
  • Once, he posted one of those pictures to Instagram with the caption “I wish my bf payed as much attention to me as he does to his book :(” as a playful tease. Otabek got his revenge later by posting pictures of when he caught Yuri eating his cereal with the caption “YURI PLISETSKY EXPOSED.”
  • They ended up going back and forth like that on social media forEVER and the shippers were all “??? what’s it gon be today??” until it finally stopped with the two of them posting an aesthetic picture of each other at a coffee shop with a sappy paragraph about their love.
  • Then they go right back to being silly about each other on social media in the very next post where they caught each other at the most unattractive angle while drinking at the cafe with equally hilarious captions, whether they make sense or not.
  • “More bitter than my morning coffee.”
  • “The honey in my tea isn’t the only thing I call Daddy.”

anonymous asked:

Requesting headcanons for either Fo4 or NV companions usual starbucks orders! If thats alright!

¿Porque no los dos? c; (No robots, except Alive Nick, or dogs on this one, sorry)

Fallout NV

Arcade- Flat White or something with tea instead. Most likely tea, though.

Boone- Boone gets plain coffee with cream, no sugar, but when his wife was alive he always drank peppermint mocha w her. He still drinks it on their anniversary

Grandma Lilly- Something really sweet, like a Java Chip Frappuccino with toffee nut syrup (1 pump for a tall, 2 for grande, 3 for venti) topped with mocha and caramel drizzle, aka Turtle Frappuccino.

Raul- Most of the time it’s black but sometimes gets it with different types of sweet stuff, like caramel, chocolate chips, etc. etc.

Cass- Pure black coffee with 3 shots

Veronica- Iced Coconut Milk Mocha Macchiato

Fallout 4

Cait- Strawberry Frappaccino

Curie-  Non-Fat Frappuccino With Extra Whipped Cream And Chocolate Sauce

Danse- Acai berry tea, healthy and simple

Deacon-  Iced, Half Caff, Ristretto, Venti, 4-Pump, Cinnamon, Dolce Soy Skinny Latte

Hancock- Black with chocolate chips and caramel

MacCready-  Triple, Venti, Soy, No Foam Latte

Nick- Nick likes instant coffee better

Old Longfellow-  Decaf black with two creams

Piper-  Venti ½&½, 10 Pumps Vanilla, Extra Whip

Gage- He will deny and deny that he would get it, saying that he got it for someone else or something but, he’d get a Starbucks Pink Drink. He loves the fruit and he finds the taste so good.

Preston- Iced Caramel Macchiato

Strong- Starbucks Matcha Green Tea Frappaccino with extra milk and cream. He’s not a coffee person/mutant

X6-88- Around the Institute, if he’s allowed that is, or around people that he needs to act like a stiff robot around, he’ll drink plain black coffee. But when he’s around people he can be free around, he’ll indulge a Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino. He loves it. He also loves getting the Chocolate milk as well if he’s not in the mood for coffee.

Our battles with the local highschool.

So my street is kind of a main thoroughfare for students from the local high school. It more or less takes them directly from campus to most of the fast food restaurants. Because of this there is always TONS of litter and kids doing stupid shit. More times than I can count I’ve looked out the window to find McDicks bags or drinks or sometimes entire pizza boxes thrown into someone’s driveway.

So shortly after school starts for the season I’m already sick of this shit. Next time someone litters I’m gonna rub their god damn nose in it. Not helping my mood is the fact that, not even HALF a block away, there is a garbage can.

THE SHAMING PART 1 It’s laundry day. I’m in shorts and bare feet, nothing else (I’m a 23-year-old dude tho). This wild herd of students all bearing items of litter walks in front of the house, and I’m watching them discretely out the window. I’m thinking, okay, maybe one of them will drop a cup and I’ll tell him to pick it up.

EVEN BETTER. I get the holy grail. Some fat kid whips a full drink right at the garage door and runs quite sadly a few feet down the block. I’ve got him in my sights, I rip the door open and tear after him. I call out “HEY FATASS ARE YOU KIDDING ME” and all of his friends turn around, but he pretends not to hear. His friends just stand there, white as sheets, as I grab the fatty by his collar and toss him to the ground.

I yell “You wanna throw shit at my house!?” and he starts blurting out “I’m sorry I’m sorry someone paid me to do it,” with this terrified look on his face. This kid is a minor and I could probably already get in shit. I let it slide, tell him to smarten the fuck up and go back in. They all continued on without a word.

THE SHAMING PART 2 Fast forward about a week (so, today). Our pumpkins are still on the steps from halloween. Not even near the sidewalk, mind you, but all the way up in front of the door. The usual lunch rush comes and I’m reading a book on the couch in my shorts (laundry day again). My girlfriend hears this scream from outside and I slowly walk over and watch these two teenage girls kicking our smashed pumpkins down the street about a house over. Now, I don’t know if they did it, or if they’re just kicking the pieces, but my girlfriend says “I thought I saw someone’s head in front of the window,” and she goes out there and watches them.

As she steps out, this construction guy in his dump truck pulls up and says “It was the girl in the pink sweater. I think her name is Ashley.” Fuck yeah construction guy. So we jump in the car and pull out of the driveway.

It should be noted that at this point, this rude douche canoe student with an ugly mustache just guns it around me in a Sunfire. Remember this guy.

So we catch up to the girls, pull into a driveway and my girlfriend (who is pregnant btw) fucking chews them right out. Asks them why the fuck they felt like doing that, told them how hard we worked on them, etc. They apologize, look like they’re on the brink of tears and shaking. Couldn’t be older than 15. GF asks what we should do, I say “They seem sorry, I think we should just let them go.” But that’s not good enough for my girl. She tells them “If you don’t clean it up I’m coming with you to the school and we’re gonna tell your parents.” They definitely don’t want that and she marches them all the way back to our place.

Ten minutes later they’re covered in pumpkin and the mess is clean. Construction guy is still there and he gives me “the nod”. Then guess who shows up? Mustache douche in his dirty ass car. Asks them if they want a ride and they start getting in. They mention how dirty they are and my girlfriend, being the considerate person she is, asks if they want some napkins to clean up. At this point we are being way nicer than we should, but whatever. They decline and tear off down the street.

Now I’m standing there with my girl and I’m like, “This is when he rolls down the window and screams something.” Well, he rolled down the window, but he flipped the bird instead.

You just had to fucking do it, didn’t you? WE WERE GONNA LET THIS GO. NOT ANYMORE.

So I start sprinting my ass down the street (not shirtless this time, I have a jacket and shoes on). I lose him after a couple blocks but by the time I get to the corner he’s actually dropped the girls off and he’s COMING BACK. YES.

My girl is in the car, she caught up to me. I see mustache across the street slowing to a stop sign and I run over there yelling “HEEEEEY BUDDYYYYY”. His face goes pale and he just guns it through the stop sign. Girlfriend turns, I jump in and we fly after him.

He stops further ahead and motions us forward, so I get out and walk towards him. He fucking starts driving off again. What is with this coward? Won’t talk to me unless I’m in a car? Is this what our culture has come to? Can’t face me unless you’re in your bubble?

Some time around here he makes like he’s going to swerve right into my girl and smash the car. Fuck that pissed me off. I run at him and he’s just saying “you’re a goof fuck you” etc and I just told him to be a man and step out of the car. Which he didn’t do, obviously. So he tears off again, circles around, comes back and sees us and then turns down a side street. So we follow him and end up back at the school.

Immediately he runs out and calls over a teacher, crying about how I’m “harassing” him. So I politely tell the teacher how him and his friends vandalized my property, made obscene gestures, and threatened my (pregnant) girlfriend with vehicular assault.

Best part is, we caught a lot of this on camera thanks to my dear girl. So she goes in and shows it to the principal who requests we email him all of the evidence we have. So we did, went home, laughed it off and finished the laundry. And we have an embarrassing video of them cleaning up pumpkin and being cowards.

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street magic (for anon~)

teenagers charming their doors and sneaking out at night to see witch punk bands at the local community center, a bunch of lonely sad magical kids finding each other through badly tuned guitars and beat up furniture

taking vacations to see where their parents grew up in different realms (mom will i have wings like aunt tessa? maybe, honey, maybe)

students protesting the exclusion of non-human history from the curriculum

tattoo-hiding charms for when your workplace isn’t as cool as you are

grandmothers knitting good luck spells into each of their sweaters and sending them off

support groups in church basements for a new generation of magic types, people with wixen blood but also part fae, half-wolves, people whose magic didn’t manifest until they were older, extremely conflicted vampires

dwarves and elves playing dungeons and dragons and complaining that their traits are so not right (then playing as each other and laughing a lot)

magical bakeries with a charm in every cupcake (so not only do you get delicious pastries, you also get that raise you were trying for and someone you’re fond of gives you a call and hey the bank didn’t charge you for that thing! cool!)

small children befriending the ghosts in their floorboards and having movie nights occasionally (even though the ghosts can’t actually use the blankets and pillows, they appreciate the sentiment)

tea shops that’ll serve your tea and then divine your future (related: certain baristas in certain coffee shops that’ll read your future from your double-tall non-fat no-whip mocha, too)

yeah? yeah. hell yeah. 

ToTN- Coffee Shop AU

Tales of Two Ninjas


One-Shot 17 (Read on ff x

Coffee Shop AU

Summary: We Bean Business was a quaint little café in the large city of Konoha and part of her daily grind. But then he returned into her life and started to take up a latte of her time. Sometimes it’s a struggle to espresso yourself. (Horrible use of puns. They certainly won’t brew you away).

Rating: K+/T


She actually really enjoyed it here. The simplicity of it but never dull. The smell of roasting coffee in the air mixed with the faint buzz of talking patrons. The fluffy baked goods and glazed sugar lining the display window ready to eat. She was more of a tea person herself, but she could see the allure coffee had on its drinkers. A slightly bitter taste giving you a well deserved boost in the morning. Or a gentle warmth between your fingers as you cradle the mug in one hand and a book in the other.

But mostly she enjoyed people watching.

There was a keen interest she took in watching the people she served, wondering about their triumphs and burdens.

Some looked absolutely dejected as they walked through the door of the coffee shop, dragging their feet along, desperate to get their first dose of badly needed caffeine.

Others were bubbly, skipping in here with groups of friends, ordering some spiced Indian chai tea (the name which she always found odd because chai in fact meant tea so these girls would order spiced Indian tea tea), sit and take pictures of their drinks, chattering about.

The rare few walked in nervously, glancing at the chalkboard menu above her head, wondering what everything meant. She would always smile kindly at those, knowing full well what it felt like to be overwhelmed by something strange and new. She’d coax them into trying something; help them find their favorite drink- before being scolded by the manager and waiting patrons for taking too long.

“She’s trying to help a customer, jeez,” she heard a loud voice. “Be patient. You all are rude.”

Hinata glanced over the glowering faces, tiptoeing to see who had come to her defense but only saw a shock of blonde hair mixed in with the rest.

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anonymous asked:

can you write a soulmate!au where the first words the soulmates say to each other are inked on their wrists? if you do aus? maybe the first meeting for matsukawa, bokuto, takahiro, kentarou, aone and kuroo? if you don't do these please just ignore this ask:)

I feel like I kinda failed your request. I’m sorry (╯︵╰,)

Matsukawa

Your shift in the café had just started when a young man with unruly black hair and sleepy eyes came up to the counter and ordered.

“I’ll have a Non-Fat Frappuccino With Extra Whipped Cream And Chocolate Sauce.”

You smiled and nodded after all you had to be friendly, but as soon as you turned around you couldn’t hold back a snort. Then, in the middle of preparing his order, you caught a glimpse at your wrist and your movements stilled. A big grin tugged on the corners of your mouth. “Stupid…,” you mumbled.

“Umm… Excuse me?” The man sounded confused.

You turned around with a big grin on the face. How could you not have noticed that peculiar order for it was inked on your wrist for so many years. So often you thought about what to tell the person ordering that drink.

“It’s stupid,” barely containing your smile, “because it’s like ordering a supersized fast-food meal and a diet coke.”

It took only a second for the man to realize what was happening. After a short glance at his wrist, a lazy grin spread on his face. “Couldn’t you think of something cooler to say? It’s pretty embarrassing having that on my wrist.”

“Pff… you’re one to talk,” you said while handing over his order. When you felt his fingers touch yours, a shiver went down your spine.

Before turning around and leaving he café, the man addressed you again, “I’m Matsukawa Issei, I’ll come by after class again.”


Bokuto

You slowly made your way out of the gym. It had been a long day with all that volleyball matches where you had to run around cleaning the court, providing towels and drinks for your team. It was eerily quiet when you walked through the barely lit corridors. That’s when you heard quiet whimpering in close proximity. Quietly, you drew closer and peeked inside the empty changing room.

Well, at least you thought it was empty. As you carefully went inside and peeked around the lockers, you saw a boy sitting on the ground, knees drawn to his chest and body shaking with sobs. You didn’t know what to do. Should you leave or should you try to comfort him.

Just when you decided to silently back away, the boy looked up. His round eyes were red and full of desperation, tears stained his face, his hair was dishelved. When his gaze fell on you, new tears welled up in his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me alone right now.”

You could barely understand his words because of his sobs, but the pleading tone of his voice made you instinctively go forward and sit down next to him. You had barely touched the floor, when the boy already threw his arms around you and sobbed into your shoulder. Running your fingers soothingly through his hair, you murmured, “Shh… I’m here for you, okay?”

You knew who he was. You knew since he said those words to you. The tingling on your wrist hadn’t stopped since then. But now was not the time to talk about that, now you had to make him feel safe.


Hanamaki

The bus was crowded, too crowded for your taste. You couldn’t even find a place to steady yourself. Trying not to fall on anyone, you stumbled from one side to another. It all went well so far, until the bus driver decided to slam on the brakes. You tumbled forward until you crashed face forward into something hard.

While you still tried to collect your thoughts, you braced yourself against the thing you collided with.

“Hey, I know I’m sexy, no need to cling to me.”

You could already hear the smirk in the voice reaching your ear. Peeking up, you looked directly into a boy’s grinning face. He had narrow eyes, light brown hair and a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

You backed away from him immediately. “Ugh, seriously? Pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Upon hearing those words, his grin only grew, and it dawned on you, as well. Incredulously, you looked at your wrist and back to his face again. Before you could say anything, a curve threw you out of balance. But the boy was quick to catch your wrist and pull you towards him. A long, sleek finger ghosted over the inked writing on your skin. Then he threw an arm over your shoulders, tugging you safely at his side. “Just taking care you don’t fall on anybody else. I wouldn’t want that.” He whispered into your ear, leaning down.

“Maybe you should invite me out for coffee first before getting so touchy-feely,” you grumbled, but put your arm around his waist, anyway.


Kyoutani

“Get out of my way.”

You could hear his roar before you could see him. He shoved you away from the dog that was lying on the street, whimpering.

You fell backwards, grazing your skin because of the rough asphalt. His words stirred something inside you, your wrist prickled suspiciously, but there was no time for that now. You watched the boy cradle the hurt animal in his arms, carefully as if not to cause any more harm. Then he whipped around to you, the affection in his eyes vanishing in a second, being replaced by a burning fury, tears of anger and fear pricking at the corner of his eyes. “What happened to my dog?” he pressed out through gritted teeth.

“I-I tried to hold him back, but he r-ran on the street and got hit by a car.”

The boy paused for a second, when he heard you speak, his eyes flickering to his wrist before locking on his dog again. Tears now threatened to drip on the dog’s fur. He quickly turned around to stride away.

“W-Wait!” you shouted, leaping up to your feet. The boy stopped without turning around. “My mom will be here in a second, she will bring you to the vet,” you continued.

Right in that moment a car pulled up next to you. You took some tentative steps towards the boy and led him towards your mother’s car.

After some minutes of silence you hesitantly put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “What’s your name?” you asked. To your surprise, he didn’t shrug it away.

“Kyoutani Kentarou,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry, Kyoutani,” you tried to reassure him, while squeezing his shoulder gently, “He will make it.”


Aone

You always told yourself it was okay and most days it really was okay. But today was another day when everything you bottled up over the course of months threatened to break out of you. So you told your parents you would go for a little walk despite the pouring rain.

In the deserted park you plopped down on a bench. It didn’t even take a minute for your tears to start flowing. Barely five minutes later you were crying on the bench, sobs shaking your whole body while the rain already soaked your clothes.

Over your crying you missed the steps coming closer on the gravelled path. Only when they stopped in front of you, you peeked up through your fingers with red and puffy eyes. The man in front of you looked down at you with a stern gaze, his brow was furrowed and his build made him even more intimidating.

“G-go on, just l-leave me alone,” you hiccupped.

At those words, the man’s eyes widened, his stare with which he mustered your face became even more insistent. The grip on his umbrella tightened.

The rain pattering down on you suddenly stopped. Looking up again, you saw the man holding out his umbrella so you wouldn’t get any more wet. Instead raindrops were now running down his own face.

“No.”

His voice was deep, rumbling, but warm and made you feel secure. It was such a simple word inked on your wrist, you heard every day and every day it got your hopes up. But this No, it felt different. It made your body shudder and tingle. It made you feel secure and warm inside despite your clothes’ dampness. You couldn’t help, but throw your arms around the man in front of you and sob into his chest. A large, calloused hand came up to pat your head and you felt better than you had in months.


Kuroo

Kuroo actually was on his way home, walking his usual route when something odd caught his attention. He couldn’t supress his curiosity.

“Why are you rummaging around the trash?”

Startled because of his words and sudden appearance, you shot up and looked at the strange boy standing in front of you. You always asked yourself why you had those stupid words tattooed on your wrist, because why would you ever search through rubbish? Well, now you knew.

“I lost something important,” was your only answer, tears brimming in your eyes.

Despite you obviously were shaken up, a disbelieving smile spread on the Kuroo’s face and his eyes wandered towards the words on his wrist. “Well, I guess I have to help you then,” he said determined while rolling up his sleeves.

“Seriously?” You sniffled. “Why would you help a complete stranger?”

Kuroo shot you a grin, “A look at your wrist could answer that. Now what are we searching for?”

Never in your life you thought to meet your soulmate like that. On the other hand, what could you expect if the words had something to do with trash? Certainly no romantic meeting at the beach, or something similar. You blushed at the thought, but shook your head to clear your thoughts. You described the item you were searching for.

After some minutes Kuroo triumphantly held the thing up in the air. “Got it! How did it even land in the trash if it’s so important.”

A relieved smile formed on your face. “I hid it in a stupid place and my mom accidently threw it away while cleaning my room.” Then you flung your arms around his neck. “You’re my hero. Let me buy you a coffee for it.”

Kuroo grinned down at you, “It’s a date then.”

@godflcshed

     Sure, watching a fat little man being whipped with his limbs spread and tied is entertaining enough, but the novelty wares off after an hour or so - oh my, has it been an hour already? Perhaps it’s time to leave, to move on, to find another fetish filled dungeon to lurk in for the night. None of these people lining up to receive a beating from the domme look pleasing enough to watch. Truthfully, they all look pathetic. Richard rolls his eyes and sips his drink before standing, his leather clothing creaking and rubbing him in satisfying ways.

And to think he was just about to leave this orgy of sin… How ludicrous! Richard’s eyes have suddenly caught sight of a man with an enticing figure, and now leaving seems like the worst idea he has ever had. Of course this is an exaggeration for Richard has had plenty of bad ideas, but the man is pumped full of amphetamines and speed and - well it’s all the same anyway, isn’t it? They light you up like a firework and set you off like a rocket, and this rocket is heading to uncharted territory.

Like a snake in the grass, he slips through the crowd to slide up beside this stranger. He keeps his eyes fixed firmly on the man and moves more swiftly as he discovers that a lovely face tops off that lovely body. What a catch! He’ll be damned if he lets anyone get to such a pretty man before he does. 

“Well now, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he purrs as he practically appears beside his prey. The light in the club is dim, but Richard knows a good bone structure when he sees one… and don’t even get him started on how promising that waist looks. With a hand running gingerly down the stranger’s arm, he insists, “Let me buy you a drink, darling. You look as if you deserve to be spoiled… am I correct?” Attempting to contain his smile is futile so there it stays, a toothy grin plastered across his gaunt face as his eyes stay locked on the other’s. 

Power Foods grocery shopping results

Proteins:

  • Chicken sausage
  • Ground turkey (99% lean)
  • Chicken breast cutlets
  • Sliced turkey (99% fat free)
  • Hard boiled eggs
  • Salmon filet
  • Tuna fish (in water)
  • Salmon (boneless/skinless)

Grains and pasta:

  • Light multi-grain english muffins
  • Angel hair pasta (whole grain)
  • Rotini pasta (whole grain)
  • Couscous (whole grain)

Vegetables/fruits:

  • Portabella mushrooms
  • Portabella sliders
  • Plum tomatoes
  • Diced canned tomatoes
  • Arugula
  • Frozen mixed veggies
  • Edamame
  • Sweet potatoes
  • Mangoes

Dairy:

  • Fat free milk
  • Greek yogurt
  • Cottage cheese (fat free)
  • Shredded mozzarella (fat free)

Condiments and sauces:

  • Chunky mild salsa (fat free)
  • Fruit preserves – closest to pure fruit I could find, but I will likely have to track the WWP+ for this, since there is sugar in it
  • Tomato sauce
  • Miracle whip (fat free)

Pantry items:

  • Pinto beans
  • Garbanzo beans

Items I already have in my house that fall on this list:

  • Egg whites
  • Eggs
  • Flatout pita thins
  • Oatmeal
  • Tomatoes
  • Yellow onion
  • Oranges
  • Apples
  • Watermelon
  • Strawberries
  • Bananas
  • Frozen mangoes
  • Dressing (fat free)
  • Teriyaki sauce
  • Seasonings
  • Olive oil
  • Popcorn

Note: For those who don’t do Weight Watchers and understand what Power Foods are, see this post for an explanation.