#Gourmet Grocery Store

[quoodo]

Bringing all your favourite household on an online grocery essential store is a joy for us. Because visiting a nearby supermarket for groceries is getting increasingly tiresome these days. We at Quoodo,  working closely with all the leading merchants in the UAE to list out your grocery essentials to be available on our online grocery store with best prices and free home delivery. The varieties of products from different brands will guarantee that you won't be missing your Favorite supermarket anymore. Daily essentials tend to exhaust at their own pace. keeping a list of groceries at the end of the month is a tedious task and also missing one or two items during purchases make you crazy, to avoid this,  ordering your staple items any day at any time from the comfort of your home makes life at ease. for this, Quoodo ensures listing thousands of groceries online for convenience and affordability. This category of essentials lists out products that fills your kitchen shelf.

The gourmet grocery store offers staple items for pantry, rice, condiments, instant food, baking products, spices, flour, pulses and cereals, condiments and much more to provide a great array of choices for buying groceries online to experience a virtual supermarket on your screen. The great option of finding similar products while you choose an item helps for product comparison and a very detailed product description that includes benefits and other specifications will share an insight about the choice you make on Quoodo online grocery store. We will be ensuring fast delivery without compromising quality and its freshness. We are committed to extend every online grocery purchase an experience for our customers. Every item available in the online store is quality checked, ensured its shelf life, preservation and food safety for sensitive handling and delivery. The team at Quoodo is trained to handle food products and our distribution network is ensured compliance to regulatory requirements for food handling safety. And furthermore,  we follow industry norms on the packaging to retain utmost freshness and quality of every product we deliver. Quoodo is setting an industry benchmark as a complete household online store in UAE, ensuring every customer would receive orders at safe packing and ensuring quality.

At Quoodo, shopping household items takes few minutes, selecting your favourite items, filling the cart and check out with your preferred payment options in few clicks. Customers can choose online payment or cash on delivery to fit in their convenience. Quoodo's customer support will be available for any grievances to handle. We offer express delivery as well, with a quick call on the direct reach at 052 82 62 303

[bobbimorses]

how do you feel about mr. lancelot hunter? and are him and bobbi still a thing?

well i was gonna say i've answered this before:

but i now realize you mean comic lance, who i have no opinion on. he showed up a few times in ye olde marvel uk before reappearing as basically a new guy in mockingbird, so. not a lot going on there. and no, they were a fling/clint threesome lbr in the mockingbird solo but he hasn't appeared since

and now i'm just thinking of clint in knockoff item terms. you have your poor little meow meow, i have my itty bitty kitty that i pity

[piekhana]

Where yeast infections come from.

[fullregalia]

The remaining outlets in the United States are increasingly stocked with Coca-Cola and Chobani yogurt instead of their craft-made equivalents.

This is damning criticism of Dean & DeLuca coming from the New York Times. I haven’t been to the D&D in my neighborhood with any frequency because it’s out of my budget, but in the UES people can--and will--pay $18 for an 8 oz glass container of coconut yogurt (!!!). Pour one out for the once great and now too-middlebrow-to-succeed mini chain. 

[chimielie]

“I’m just saying,” you tell your roommate as she shoves her wallet into her purse while you scoop up two of her bags, “spending so much money here for gourmet groceries is...”

You trail off as you realize that she’s more preoccupied with spending an extra second staring at the cashier she’s been pining after (expensively, you might add, because she comes here every week just to stand in his line) than listening to your half-hearted lecture. You glance back at him with her, jolting when you notice someone crossing in front of you from the corner of your eye.

“Move, register's mine for the next hour.” You look involuntarily at the speaker, who taps your friend’s crush (Yahaba, his nametag reads) on the shoulder. It’s a crowded space, so you stare up at the replacement cashier from scarcely six inches away, absorbing his visage like several blows directly to the kidneys.

He’s thicker-set and shorter than Yahaba, hair shaved to his skull and dyed blond with the exception of two dark stripes at his temples. Two tiny metal spheres straddle his left eyebrow, featuring above lashes so long he might as well be wearing eyeliner (actually, he might be) over burning eyes you could spend hours admiring. And—be still your beating heart—the shaved head reveals thick black hoops hung in his ears, glinting merrily under the fluorescents. There are piercings studded into the cartilage above, too, matching his eyebrow jewelry. He turns a little, so you can see the nametag pinned to his tie-dyed shirt; it reads Tarō, in awful scrawled handwriting.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my whole entire life,” you say loudly, not a single thought passing through your brain prior to or during the process of speaking.

He stops talking and stares at you. The sounds of the store, the squeaks of cart wheels and the music over the speakers, are suddenly headache inducing. Your friend slaps you lightly on the arm, a motion that you read immediately as you did not just say that, holy shit.

“Say thank you, Kyō,” Yahaba says jokingly, and she emits a noise too high-pitched to actually be laughter. Your face, meanwhile, is frozen. You think you might actually be deceased. This must be rigor mortis.

“Don't think I’ve ever been called beautiful before,” he says, squinting those gorgeous eyes like he's trying to decipher a dead language.

“I am so sorry,” you say, reaching out to haul your ass and your roommate’s out of here now. Your hand closes around nothing and you look around to find her engrossed in conversation with Yahaba, who is now apparently off the clock despite his replacement coworker wasting time looking at you like someone might look at a dead fish that had been thrown at them. “Um. I am so sorry. I didn’t intend to... harass you at work.”

He grunts in dismissal, flashing you a smirk that reveals fanged canines, and if you’ve had one thought that’s inappropriate in a public setting, you’ve had them all by now. “I have to deal with—” He tilts his head toward the growing line, cussing under his breath and rolling his eyes. “You have a good night, though."

Despite your miserable shame, you take comfort knowing that your friend finally had a real conversation with Yahaba, even getting his number while you suffered under his intense gaze. You can cope with embarrassment if it brings something good into the world.

The silver lining is gilded over when, at two minutes past ten, you get a text from an unknown number.

just closed. u doing anything now?

this is kentarō from the grocery. i got ur number from yahaba who got it from ur friend.

hope thats ok

You smile at your phone, envisioning the wrinkle between his brows as he typed the last message. You're gonna have to start budgeting for fancier groceries.

[sixtynineinchnails]

heyo! here’s a list of all the brands owned by Nestlé, Mars, and Hershey

Nestlé:

Cerelac (baby food)

Gerber (baby food)

Naturnes (baby food)

Nestlé Pure Life (drinks)

Perrier (drinks)

S. Pellegrino (drinks)

Blue Bottle Coffee (drinks)

Nescafé (drinks)

Nescafé Dulce Gusto (drinks)

Nespresso (drinks)

Starbucks Coffee At Home (drinks)

Milo (drinks)

Nestea (drinks)

Nesquik (drinks)

Carnation (drinks/dairy)

Coffee-Mate (drinks/dairy)

Nido (drinks/dairy)

La Laitière (drinks/dairy)

Cheerios (cereal)

Fitness (cereal)

Lion (cereal)

Nesquik Cereal (cereal)

Aero (confectionery)

Cailler (confectionery)

KitKat (confectionery)

Milkybar (confectionery)

Toll House (confectionery)

Smarties (confectionery)

Quality Street (confectionery)

Orion (confectionery)

Nestlé Les Recettes de l’Atelier (confectionery)

Dreyer’s (ice cream)

Extrême (ice cream)

Häagen-Dazs (ice cream)

Mövenpick (ice cream)

Nestlé Ice Cream (ice cream)

Buitoni (food)

Herta (food)

Hot Pockets (food)

Lean Cuisine (food)

Maggi (food)

Thomy (food)

Stouffer’s (food)

Chef (food)

Chef-Mate (food)

Minor’s (food)

Sjora (food)

Boost (nutrition)

Nutren Junior (nutrition)

Peptamen (nutrition)

Resource (nutrition)

Alpo (pets)

Baker’s Complete (pets)

Beneful (pets)

Beyond (pets)

Cat Chow (pets)

Dog Chow (pets)

Fancy Feast (pets)

Chef Michael’s Canine Creations (pets)

Felix (pets)

Friskies (pets)

Gourmet (pets)

Lucky Dog (pets)

Purina (pets)

Purina ONE (pets)

Pro Plan (pets)

Spillers (pets)

Mars:

3 Musketeers (confectionery)

Bounty (confectionery)

Dove/Galaxy (confectionery)

Life Savers (confectionery)

M&Ms (confectionery)

Mars (confectionery)

Milky Way (confectionery)

Snickers (confectionery)

Twix (confectionery)

Celebration (confectionery)

Ethel M. (confectionery)

Flyte (confectionery)

Maltesers (confectionery)

Munch (confectionery)

Revels (confectionery)

Topic (confectionery)

Treets (confectionery)

Flavia (drinks)

Ben’s Original/Uncle Ben’s (food)

Kind LLC/KIND Snacks (food)

Combos (food)

Dolmio (food)

Kudos (food)

Promite (food)

Tracker (food)

Seeds of Change (food(?))

CocoaVia (nutrition)

Eukanuba (pets)

Iams (pets)

Pedigree (pets)

Whiskas/Kal Kan (pets)

Catisfactions (pets)

Buckeye Nutrition (pets)

Cesar Canine Cuisine (pets)

Dreamies/Temptations (pets)

Crave (pets)

Dine/Sheba (pets)

Exelcat/Exelpet (pets)

Frolic (pets)

The Goodlife Recipe (pets)

Greenies (pets)

Chappie (pets)

James Wellbeloved (pets)

Nutro (Max, Ultra, and Natural Choice)(pets)

Royal Canin (pets)

Techni-Cal (pets)

Natura (pets)

Optimum (pets)

PrettyLitter (pets)

Advance (pets)

Chum (pets)

My Dog (pets)

Nature’s Table (pets)

Schmackos (pets)

Winergy (pets)

Mars Fishcare (API, RENA, AQUARIAN, PondCare) (pets)

and anything owned by the Wrigley Company:

5 (gum)

Airwaves (gum)

Altoids (confectionery)

Big Red (gum)

Doublemint (gum)

Eclipse (gum)

Excel (gum)

Extra (gum)

Freedent (gum)

Hubba Bubba (gum)

Juicy Fruit (gum)

Life Savers (confectionery)

Lockets (confectionery)

Orbit (gum)

Ouch!

Rondo (confectionery)

Skittles (confectionery)

Spearmint (gum)

Starburst (confectionery)

Tunes (lozenges)

Winterfresh (gum)

Hershey

Hershey Bar (confectionery)

Hershey’s Kisses (confectionery)

Reese’s (confectionery)

Brookside (confectionery)

Ice Breakers (confectionery)

Breath Savers (confectionery)

Jolly Ranchers (confectionery)

Twizzlers (confectionery)

Good & Plenty (confectionery)

York Peppermint Patties (confectionery)

Almond Joy (confectionery)

Payday (confectionery)

Bark Thins (confectionery)

Lily’s (confectionery)

Dagoba (confectionery)

Bubble Yum (gum)

Skinny Pop Popcorn (food)

Pirate’s Booty (food)

Dot’s Pretzel’s (food)

Paqui (food)

ONE (food)

it would be awesome if we could buy less from these brands, and encourage friends and family to do the same :)

instead of buying from these brands, try:

buying from local brands/small businesses

buy from store brands: most grocery and box store chains have their own food brands that are more affordable than other name brands

buy from brands you know make ethical choices

make things homemade (some of the items on this list are things you can find recipes for online and learn to make yourself)

[hidemiwoods]

Too sweet, too salty, too stringy or too dry

Too sweet, too salty, too stringy or too dry

Photo by Faizan on Pexels.com I went to a grocery store in a mall connected to the train station, aiming at half-price prepared foods. I have enough knowledge about the times they put on half-price stickers to what remain unsold according to stores. For this store, it is usually past 8:30 p.m. I arrived at the store at 8:45 p.m., the perfect timing. The shelf was full of half-price items. At the…

[switchgrocery]

Coco-Polo: The Best Canadian Chocolate You Can Find

Saying no to chocolates may not be an easy task if you are addicted; this can lead to a chocolate craving. Chocolate addiction may be good or bad based on the kind of chocolate you choose to eat. 

Indeed, chocolates are loaded with artificial preservatives and lots of sugar that cause certain health issues. It may be tough to restrict these chocolate cravings. The good news is, you can eat sugar free chocolates  without any health worries. 

Is Coco Polo Chocolate Good For Your Health?

Coco polo is a manufacturer of delicious sugar-free chocolate bars. Coco polo bars are gluten-free and naturally made. The sweetener Reb found in coco polo bars is a natural abstraction of Stevia. Plus, the fiber is added in chocolate from inulin and cocoa mass. Moreover, the dairy in the milk chocolate is suitable for those who love to eat milk chocolates. Let’s check the benefits of coco polo chocolate includes- 

Coco polo bars are nutrition-rich.

There are no ingredients of sugar alcohols and fabricated sweeteners.

It is rich in vitamin E and antioxidant elderberries. 

Buy the Best Canadian Chocolate. 

To help you buy the best coco polo chocolate in Canada, we have a bundle of options that you can order online. Pick from our delightful chocolate options and eat something good for yourself. Let’s talk about having the best chocolate without worry about calorie consumption-

Coco Polo Mango Sugar-Free Milk Chocolate Bar

If you love to have chocolate, here is a sugar-free mango option containing vitamins, minerals, and fibers. The chocolate has a delicious flavour without added sugar to your diet. 

Coco Polo Crispy Quinoa Sugar-Free Milk Chocolate Bar

The chocolate contains extracts of blueberry or cranberry. The chocolate bar is rich in antioxidants that protect you from pollutants or fungicides. 

Coco Polo Hazelnut Sugar-Free Milk Chocolate Bar

This hand-made chocolate contains a nutty and crunchy flavour. Hazelnut sugar-free milk chocolate bars are rich in protein as well as taste or texture.

Coco Polo Cocoa Nibs Sugar-Free Dark Chocolate Bar

If you love to eat dark chocolates, this Coco Polo Dark Chocolate is a great option to consider. This Bar is covered in 55% cocoa as well. It also has a smooth texture that makes the bar flavoursome. 

Now, your search for gourmet online grocery stores is over with us. Here at Switch Grocery, you let us know about anything you want to customize as per requirements. 

[muertawrites]

eddie munson and food

this man lives on cup noodles and cereal. he doesn't know what a vegetable is and thinks black pepper is a fancy spice. the most complicated things he knows how to make are grilled cheese and kraft dinner (she says like she's not american), and those are rare. if you can cook or like to cook, though, he'll eat whatever you serve him - he's really not as picky as he seems.

grocery shopping with him is always an adventure. it's almost like shopping with a kid; if he had his way, your weekly meals would consist of doritos and pizza rolls. you're constantly having to tell him to put things back, keeping an eye on the cart to make sure he doesn't sneak in as much junk food as he can. he's also super chaotic in a grocery store - hanging off the end of the cart while you push it, drumming his knuckles on everything he passes, kicking random boxes off the shelves to see if he can catch them before they hit the floor.

"can you be chill for like five seconds?" you plead as a fifth box of instant mashed potatoes smacks down at his feet.

"no. absolutely not."

asking him to get things for you to keep him occupied is also a disaster.

"baby, we need lettuce."

"... yeah?"

"you brought me spinach."

"it's green and leafy. it's lettuce."

he thinks the fact that you can make things from scratch, no matter what it is or how simple the process, is magic. he'll lean over the counter and just watch you cook, never absorbing anything but always amazed by your ability. even if you can only make something as elaborate as spaghetti with canned sauce, it's like a gourmet meal to him.

if there are any comfort or ethnic foods you make often, he wants to hear all about them; they're also his favorites, purely because they're yours and he loves listening to you talk about them.

for the hispanic babes: he's mesmerized by tortillas. will hover in the kitchen just to watch you make them.

"so that's how you're so friggin strong. rolling those things out and making them your bitch."

"you flip those things with your hands? babe, that's so fuckin metal!"

(i love making tortillas from scratch store bought tortillas ain't shit)

he's a habitual stealer of your food - anything you have, he'll sneak a bite or a sip of it, no matter what he has to eat. once he finishes his fries, he'll take a couple of yours. he regularly leans over your shoulder to drink from your straw. if he comes home and you're already eating dinner, he'll grab a fork or a spoon and poke it into your dish instead of getting his own; chinese and indian food are common in your house because of this.

was surprised to find out there was more than one kind of cheese.

his favorite thing to cook for you is butter noodles. if you're feeling lazy or are a little short on cash, he'll pop open two packs of instant ramen and slather the plain noodles in butter and black pepper. bone apple teeth.

you help him make baked goods for his side business. he loves everything you bake (if you bake), and whether you like to partake in the ganja or not, he appreciates you taking the extra time to add it to his favorite recipes.

(this is just me projecting) it actually started because you don't smoke. you're sensitive to pot and get really bad paranoia and anxiety, even from a contact high. eddie, being the loving and protective man he is, refuses to smoke in the house / apartment / trailer / whatever because of this. you felt bad in winter when he had to suffer the cold, so you did a little research and figured out how to baste some of his stash in butter to add to cookies and brownies. he proposed to you after taking the first bite (and was actually kind of serious about it).

he started sharing your special baked goods with some of his more well-liked clients just because he was so proud of you and wanted to show off your skill, but they became super popular. now you make batches just for him to sell from time to time; they're regularly gone within a day.

hates fish; it makes him nauseous. big fan of red licorice.

likes to feed you. instead of offering you things to try, he'll hold his hand or fork / spoon up to your lips for you to bite from. gets a little turned on when his fingers "accidentally" slip into your mouth. loves it when you lick things off his fingers.

will sometimes belch in your face just to gross you out and annoy you. he thinks the way you scrunch your face up when he does it is cute. always kisses your nose immediately after. he's a little shit.

[wetookeachothershand]

Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst, Mystery

Warning: Mentions of abuse, cheating, murder, sex, swearing, violence, may be disturbing to some audiences-read at your own risk.

W/C: 1K+

Summary: Your husband, Mikey, had been missing for six months and suddenly returns. You keep a journal writing your thoughts.

Additional: This is my first time writing a journal entry type of writing, and it was a lot of fun. This is also heavily inspired by this reddit post: ♡. I would recommend reading the post after reading this so as to not spoil anything for yourself. Also each journal entry date is actually some Toyko Revenger's characters' birthdays.

Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months Ending 2.1 | Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months Ending 2.2

Ultimate Masterlist | Mikey Masterlist

Journal entry: August 1st, 2018

My husband has been missing for six months now. Mikey went to the Bonten hideout for an emergency meeting, but he never came back. He was completely missing, in fact the security and even executives said that he didn't even go to the hideout.

I cried for days, nights, weeks, months. I cried for so, so long. I admit that Mikey might not have been the best husband, but I still loved him very much. I wake up every morning hoping that maybe there'll be news about him.

Journal entry: August 20th, 2018

He's back. Mikey, he's really back!  He came back on his birthday too. Is this some kind of miracle?

I was tending to my petunia garden, when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and my garden shovel fell out of my hand. There Mikey stood; the same white hair, eye bags, clothes, empty eyes-everything the same. Except for his smile. Mikey rarely smiled, the last time I can remember him smiling was at our wedding. Even then though, it was a small smile. This smile, however, was a big smile. The same smile he used to have back in middle school. Back then.

When I had asked him what happened to him, he said he didn't know and couldn't remember anything. Not. One. Single. Thing. Still though, I happily brought him into my arms and welcomed him home.

Journal entry: August 30th, 2018

Everyone is so happy that Mikey is back. All the Bonten executives were confused, but came to accept that their boss is back and that they're not running around like headless chickens. I know that everyone almost can't believe it, but that's the thing: I don't believe it.

I understand that I sound insane, and that I can't turn to anyone but you-my dear, treasured journal. If I were to try and talk to any of the executives they'd think I'm crazy, but they're the crazy ones! They're criminals! They murder people! They're insane! Not me, I'm not insane!

I'm not insane.

Journal entry: September 16th, 2018

I'm not one for horror movies, or supernatural and paranormal things. This situation though, it makes my skin crawl. Mikey's been acting off lately. Usually he wakes up early to leave for Bonten, not bothering to wake me up or anything. Lately however, he's been staying home in the mornings. Sometimes he'd stay in bed and I'd wake up to our limbs intertwined together. Sometimes he'd even make breakfast, but the thing is that Mikey doesn't know how to cook. Suddenly he's cooking gourmet meals for breakfast.

I know it could be that he just learned, but someone doesn't suddenly become an amazing cook out of nowhere. Above that, Mikey always said that eating breakfast is a waste of time. He always liked to leave for Bonten early in the morning because he said I snored too loud, and he hated the ear bleeding noise I created in my sleep.

So why is it now that Mikey is acting like this? I don't know, but I don't think the man I sleep next to every night is my husband.

Journal entry: October 15th, 2018

I came home from the grocery store today, making sure to dress appropriately so as to not receive another bruise from Mikey like the ones he used to give me before he went missing. Bruises for dressing "inappropriately", not cooking food "correctly", there being even a single wrinkle on his clothing, not having dorayaki stocked in the cupboards. Dorayaki.

That's right I went to the grocery store to get dorayaki for Mikey, but weirdly he seemed unbothered by the fact I got dorayaki. He simply treated it like any other food, and helped me put away the groceries.

Journal entry: October 18th, 2018

I couldn't sleep well last night. Not after I woke up in the middle of the night. It was 3am and I could feel a presence looking at me, even while I was sleeping. I opened my eyes to see Mikey's face inches away from mine, staring at me with...lifeless eyes. I forced out a laugh and asked him what he was doing just to not get a response.

It stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Mikey blinked and flashed me a smile. He said "Oh nothing, I just can't believe this is real sometimes" before cuddling my body and falling asleep. I was not able to fall asleep again, fear washing over my body as I was held by someone I didn't know.

Journal entry: November 3rd, 2018

All the Bonten executives' schedules had cleared up, and so had Mikey's so they had decided to all go to a club as a late celebration for Mikey's return. Mikey had invited me which confused me, he never wanted me to go to a club with him after an argument we had before he went missing. It was an argument about how he had fucked this woman in one of the vip rooms. Her name was Sayaka. Kakucho was the one who took a photo and sent it to me. I remember that the next time I saw Kakucho after that he had a black eye and wouldn't even look me in the eyes.

Mikey said that if I couldn't trust him alone at a club, then I wouldn't trust him if I was with him in a club and that he doesn't want me to go to a club with him after that. It didn't make sense, it still doesn't. Still though, I listened to my loving husband.

So why is it now that he invited me? I don't know, but I went. We stayed together the whole night, his arm wrapped around my waist. All of the executives were there, Kakucho's black eye gone but he still wouldn't look me in the eye.

Sayaka came over to our vip table, wanting to give Mikey a lap dance but he declined. That seemed to shock everyone except for Mikey himself. Sayaka left and I let out a laugh, calling her a home-wrecking bitch after she left.

I knew I screwed up. I knew I shouldn't have said that. I was prepared for Mikey to lash out at me, but he didn't. He agreed with me, saying he couldn't understand why she'd try giving him a lap dance when she knows he's married.

Married to the person he loves the most, and would never want to hurt.

Journal entry: November 25th, 2018

I'm terrified. I'm so fucking scared, I feel like I'm going insane. That thing isn't Mikey. I know it could be that he just had a freak accident that caused some kind of brain trauma that caused him to forget things, and maybe even have a personality change. Still though, earlier is how I knew that the thing pretending to be my husband isn't actually Mikey.

We had sex and I noticed something that petrified me when he took his shirt off. I hadn't seen Mikey shirtless since he came back, and what I had seen terrified me. Or rather what I hadn't seen.

There was no scar over his heart. No stab wound where I had stabbed him to death.

I'm so damn close to digging up my petunia garden to make sure his stupid dead body is still there. I don't know what this thing is, but it's not Mikey. It's not the Sano Manjiro that I married.

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[purelygourmet]

Gifts for Valentine’s Day You Can Buy From Gourmet Grocery Store in Melbourne

Completely forgot about getting a valentine’s gift for another half? Do not panic anymore as Purely Gourmet presents their exclusive range of Australian made gourmet foods. To know more check out the Gifts for Valentine’s Day You Can Buy From Gourmet Grocery Store in Melbourne.

[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji And Sukuna Ryomen in Grocery shopping with you

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive themes

Posting Three times in a month?? Am I making moves? Maybe. I hope y’all enjoy this❤️‍🔥 My love and appreciation for y’all is astounding❤️‍🔥Thank y’all for all the support and love xoxo❤️‍🔥This was Requested by the sweet @demon-fam ❤️‍🔥 Please lay some requests and asks on me because we dry over here

Masterlist

Gojo ( Most likely to get your ass banned from Wally World ) Satoru

♡ Going shopping grocery with Gojo is disaster

♡ He got men and women stopping and drooling like he's a fine piece of meat (kinda is js)

♡ Grocery list? Discarded

♡ Budget? blown

♡ Always find the best parking spaces, I guess it's the luck of the hoe

♡ Shops at Walmart for the entertainment

♡ Can and will fuck you in the family restroom

♡ Now you're walking funny While trying to shop

♡ He Throws a lot of sweet food in cart ; I'm talking candy, sugar loaded cereal and lil debbie cakes

♡ Lorde forbid if he sees baby clothes, Back to the Family restroom for some more “family planning”

♡ Grabs a box of Pocky and say “Do you want to play a game?”

♡ You have to make all the serious food decisions

♡ Ask him to get something off the top shelf? Prepare to get trap in the arms of your lover while old women Oh and Ah

♡ All jokes Aside Gojo is still on high alert even while he’s clowning

♡ Grocery’s always over 200 dollars and most of that towards snacks

♡︎ Waiting in line for checkout?? Nonexistent cause he so pretty people move out the line for him

Nanami ( Quality is King ) Kento

♡ Organized God

♡ He Loves the little domestic moments between y’all

♡ Always find a parking spot that gives y’all enough space to get a lil walk in

♡ He has a nice budget and beautifully written shopping list

♡ He knows what you need and what you might want

♡ Shops at Trader joes, Whole foods and fresh markets

♡ He has a two weeks of Gourmet dinners planned for y’all

♡ Nanami pushes the Cart while his arm is linked with yours

♡︎ Only the highest quality food for y’all

♡ Even if it’s not on the list or in the budget He will still buy it for you (Whatever you want, you know he will provide)

♡ Always get things off the top shelf for you without ulterior motives

♡ Has a little smile on his face when he notice how beautiful you look lost in thought

♡ He makes grocery shopping so relaxing and carefree

♡ Always buys a bottle of top shelf Bourbon when y’all go shopping

♡ Brings Reusable bags for y’all groceries

♡ He Loads the groceries up in the car while all you have to do is sit pretty in the car

♡ Nanami also load up the groceries for the elderly too (He’s sooo sweet)

Fushiguro ( Oh Lawd He’s coming ) Toji

♡ Toji studied extreme couponing and is a couponing pro

♡ Only shop at stores that will accept his coupons

♡︎ No time for Games, His Leisure money on the line

♡︎ Always park in those yellow lines beside the handicap spots

♡ Cashiers loathe y’all because best looking couple but Fuck those coupons

♡ Managers hate Toji because he knows every loophole to save a fat buck

♡ He’s goes absolutely berserk tossing things into the carts

♡ What you think would cost y’all 700 dollars ends up costing y’all nothing thanks to Toji couponing skills, The store actually has to Pay HIM!

♡ Can and will leave the carts without purchasing shit if they say his coupons are invalid, managers beg him to buy the hoard of groceries and they even accept his coupons

♡ Even if coupons is not involved, Toji budgeting game is strong

♡ If you didn’t put it on the list apparently you don’t need it

♡ His non coupon list is literally Meat, Gatorade and protein mix

♡︎ Toji will carry all the groceries in and will carry you too in one trip

♡ He has stockpile of All the things that coupons bought him and He is proud of his stockpile.

♡ He wants to do enough shopping that when he leaves for his business trips you don’t even have to go to the store without your protection…. Him

♡ Talking about his stockpile, It’s like a small store the way he got it set up

♡ All the money that was saved with couponing and budgeting Goes towards Gambling, Designer stuff for you and The home improvements you keep telling him about

Ryomen (Sweetness is My Weakness) Sukuna

♡ ︎Sukuna isn’t the budgeting type, The King of Curses want it all

♡ ︎His Eyes are bigger than Yuuji wallet

♡ ︎Want whole foods quality with great value money

♡ ︎So Yuuji and you do all the shopping unless you want a catastrophe

♡︎ Yuuji always parks far away from the store, He rather the elderly or disabled get those spots instead

♡ ︎Sukuna has to put together a small! list or he isn’t getting shit

♡ ︎Yuuji is incredibly sweet, the man get whatever you want and he always reach on the top shelf for you

♡ ︎Sukuna of course has threatened him and warned him that a cart better not even brush against you; So Yuuji is on high alert

♡ Yuuji ends up getting a Costco membership because of how much Sukuna consumes

♡ “Kirkland is designer and best Quality!” The biggest money saving hack ever

♡ Lots of Meat, Bread, Eggs and milk on Sukuna list next to junk food

♡ He doesn’t have to consume “Human” food but Hell do he love it

♡ Sukuna is allowed full control in one store and that’s dollar tree

♡ He goes absolutely apeshit and hit the snacks HARD

♡ Candy aisle?? Cleared. Chips aisle?? Like a wasteland and the snack cakes?? Those bitches now belongs to him

♡ Cashier Said that the total was 350 and Yuuji wasn’t even phased “I know this was going to be the outcome and that’s why I saved money up”

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Christine Projects Her Kinks onto George Russell

I truly cannot help it, this man right here with his camel eyelashes and marble bust bone structure is my type to a tee. Special shoutout to @laurelp​ because she had to listen to me talk about this man ad nauseam.

Pairing: George Russell x AFAB!Reader

He’s talking shit about all my friends // when he rolls up in his Mercedes Benz

A responsible sweetie, never jaywalks, if he crosses when the hand is flashing or there’s a pedestrian countdown, he uses those long legs to speed walk across the street with plenty of time before the light changes

How old am I that my kinks now include people knowing how to cross the street

If you work an office job like me, sometimes you’ll take the elevator down after a long day to see George sitting in the lobby with a bouquet of flowers and an iced coffee just how you like it

Now that he has that G Wagon, he takes you stargazing in the middle of nowhere

Buys snacks from the gourmet grocery store like dried figs, biscotti, dark chocolate and maybe a responsible amount of adult beverages

Reclines the seats and opens the sun roof

George doesn’t actually know the constellations he brought a book and uses the flashlight on his phone to try to learn something but it’s impossible to focus and try to find them when you’re laying there looking beautiful

He gives up and just starts pointing at random stars and fibs to say they’re the corresponding constellation for your sun, moon, and ascending

Leans over the centre console to kiss you just because he feels like it

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat

You guys talk for most of the night and when you realize how late and sleepy you both are you decide to just spend the night in the car

Has blankets and cozy stuff in his trunk for you

If it’s private enough you might get lucky with some heavy petting and groping fogging up the car windows

He keeps makeup wipes, toner, and moisturiser for you in his glove compartment

You also help him with his skincare routine

Have you seen this man’s skin? He didn’t really need any help but he’s not going to turn down you touching his skin

But TBH I think he’s not into public sex as someone with an exhibitionist streak this KILLS me

How you look in the moment really turns him on and part of that is that it’s for his eyes only 

He doesn’t want someone else getting an eyeful of what’s belongs to him

George is the reason vanilla is the most popular ice cream flavour

Predictably, he always satisfies Mr Consistency

He’s favourite position is missionary because he loves looking at your face as you come undone and brushing your hair back so he can see you better

When you’re close you wrap your legs around his hips and dig your heels into his butt

It drives George crazy that your body is subconsciously locking him in and not letting him leave

You feel so wet and warm and so lovely around him, he never wants to leave

If he has a spicy slide, it’s that he has a serious thing for marking up your neck and leaving finger print bruises on your hips

Always checks you after to make sure you’re okay because he’s so much stronger than you

Kisses all your marks

I’ve never been as comfortable with someone meeting your parents as I have been with George

He just gives off the vibe that he’s amazing at meeting your family and such the perfect gentleman

All your younger relatives love climbing all over him and chasing him around the yard

He’s great at making polite conversation with the adults

Talking about grown up stuff like sports/inflation/gas prices/the current labour shortage/neighbourhood rezoning

This man reads the newspaper

Also has no problem fucking you in your family’s home with his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet

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What Are the Odds (1/2)

Summary: When Katniss benefits from a stranger's generosity, she decides to pay it forward, starting with her neighbor, Peeta Mellark. Modern AU

Rating: T

Prompt: The One That Got Away

It's the story of her life, Katniss thinks, crouched on the dingy tiles of her apartment complex's communal laundry room floor – maybe she just isn't meant to have good things.

Above her, a fly repeatedly bumps into the humming fluorescent light on the ceiling, like it's desperately trying to escape, but can’t figure its way out. Katniss can relate. 

She looks back down at the pile of her still-damp clothes that someone had tossed from the dryer onto a puddle of bleach on the floor. It's mostly stuff Katniss wears around the apartment. Ratty t-shirts. Underwear that no one sees these days but her. The real kicker is what happened after, when she tried to gather it all up, not yet knowing what they were sitting in. Yeah, she’d smelled the bleach, but the whole room always reeks of bleach. She didn’t think anything of it until it dripped onto the front of her pants, which, up until a few minutes ago, were probably the nicest thing she's ever owned in her life. And now they're ruined.

Last weekend, she and Prim had spent an entire Saturday in the city. They browsed the bookstore all morning and then shared a small frozen hot chocolate in the cafe. Lunchtime was spent wandering around the gourmet grocery store and grazing on cheese curds, organic granola served in tiny plastic cups, a sip of mango nectar, and tart clementine slices from the tables of free samples before scouring the nearby second-hand clothing shop for diamonds in the rough. According to Prim's friend Rue, this is where rich people donated their clothes, and you could find designer pieces for a fraction of the original cost if you only searched long enough.

In a rare stroke of luck, it only took a little over an hour when Prim squealed with delight as she held up a pair of black dress pants in one triumphant fist. In Katniss's size, no less. Rich, dark wool with a gleaming silver button adorning the front. At forty-two dollars, they were more than Katniss would have normally spent on herself, but at a ninety-percent markdown, Prim wouldn't let her pass them up. “Think of it as an investment,” she’d said.

Paired with a pearl-gray cardigan that Katniss got on clearance at Target and a smart white blouse she borrowed from her sister that's actually part of Prim's show choir uniform, she managed to look professional. Chic, even.

Until now. Dime-sized white splotches have already begun to form. 

The door creaks open, and Katniss wills whoever it is to just go away, go away, go away.

“Katniss? You all right?”

Oh no. She recognizes that voice right away. It belongs to her next-door neighbor Peeta Mellark.

Since he moved in last year, they've exchanged hellos when passing each other in the hall, and he smiles at her in a way that makes her feel feverish and fluttery.  Especially when he's still in the clothes he wears to work, dark slacks and button-down dress shirts with long sleeves that he usually rolls up past his forearms. She'll see him help carry in their neighbor Mags' groceries, hefting gigantic tubs of kitty litter – usually two at a time – like they weigh nothing. Or he'll be delivering fresh, homemade bread to Chaff, the disabled Vietnam vet who lives downstairs. And countless times Peeta has come to the door to bring back Prim's mangy cat Buttercup, who has a nasty habit of leaping from their balcony onto his, one time even knocking over his potted plants.

“You'd think I'm growing catnip instead,” he said with a grin the last time it happened, about a week ago.

“Maybe you are,” Katniss answered dryly. “Maybe it's all part of some plan to lure cats away from your neighbors.”

It was the longest sentence she'd ever spoken to him, and his smile widened. “Right. All part of my master plan, actually. But it's just the cats belonging to my pretty neighbors. Or...just the one. Then I finally have an excuse to talk to her.” He said it with such a sweet, almost shy, smile that it made Katniss want to press her cold hands to her rapidly flushing cheeks.

She smoothed imaginary wrinkles out of her t-shirt instead. “That, or you're just a serial killer in training.”

He laughed – a rich, masculine, musical sound. “Stealing cats, not killing them.” Buttercup hissed in response.

It was a nice encounter, but it left her feeling strangely vulnerable.  It's why she doesn't want him seeing her like this right now. “I'm fine,” she tells him in a voice as emotionless as an android.

He sits beside her. “Anything I can do to help?” he asks.

She motions to the fallen clothing, to the bleach stains. “Find and kill whoever did this?”

The weight of a comforting hand rests on her shoulder. Then, as if he thinks better of it, Peeta moves the hand to his own knee instead. “As much as I'd love to, uh, avenge you, I have a better idea.” He gingerly lifts her laundry from the pungent liquid. “There's some fabric dye back at my apartment. I can check to see if I have anything that matches.” He stands, shifting her clothes so they rest in the crook of his bare arm, then reaches to help Katniss up with his free hand. As she stands, she takes him in more fully. Instead of his usual work attire, he has on paint-stained khakis and an old t-shirt sporting the mottled remains of an iron-on that looks like it might have been a bakery's logo. She can just make out the letters K-E-R-Y, and beneath it, a golden loaf of bread.

They make smalltalk, initiated by Peeta, as they climb the two flights of stairs to their shared floor. Peeta's apartment has a layout identical to the one Katniss shares with Prim, yet it couldn't be more different. His is tidier. With freshly painted walls. His furniture matches. Her couch at home is stained and threadbare, something she fished out of the dumpster last Spring.

“Can I get you anything?” Peeta asks, a shy smile spreading across his handsome face. There seems to be more color in his cheeks than there was before. “Something to drink? I have, uh...”

She shakes her head. He's already doing her a favor. She doesn't need to take anything else from him. “No, I'm good.”

“Oh...well, if you're not thirsty, I can get you something to eat. I just did some baking earlier. They say I make a mean cheese bun.”

Katniss must visibly perk up at the mention of cheese, because Peeta's off to the kitchen in a flash before she can even accept. He's back in record time with a cheese-covered bun on a small plate.

“Sure, Peeta, why don't you go get me one,” she deadpans.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. He rubs the back of his neck. “I guess I'm a little over eager.”

Even so, she takes the proffered plate. It looks too good to pass up, and she's too weak to refuse it now. “Thanks,” she says. The first bite is soft and flaky and buttery, the cheese adding the perfect savory touch. She finishes it immediately, before they even have the chance to sit down.

“And, uh” Peeta says, “...at the risk of making things more awkward, I'm going to need you to take off your pants.”

****

An hour and about three more cheese buns later, Katniss and Peeta are seated side by side on his couch, her wearing a too-big, but incredibly comfortable pair of Peeta's sweatpants. Her own pants are on a drying rack out on the balcony. Peeta had somehow managed to match the color with his fabric dye. When Katniss first saw the end result, they looked so perfect she could have kissed Peeta right then, but her good sense stopped her before she could do something so stupid.

She presses her finger to the last few crumbs on her plate. “How are these so good? Are you a pastry chef or something?”

“No. Not anymore, at least. My parents owned a bakery when I was a kid, and I used to help out. It went out of business a few years ago.”

She thinks about those nice clothes he works in. Dress slacks. Those rolled up sleeves. “So you have some sort of office job now?” she asks.

“No.” He laughs. “I teach first grade at Panem Elementary. How about you? What do you do?”

She knows he's just being polite. She asked him first. But the question makes her uncomfortable. She doesn't want to talk about her work. What is she supposed to tell him? That she works two unfulfilling jobs that she hates for a combined seventy hours a week and she's still drowning in debt? Tell him about playing FreeCell on the computer at her boring receptionist job? Or that time at Save Mart that this drunk guy threatened her with a knife because she wouldn't sell him two bottles of Jägermeister at four a.m?

Peeta flashes her a kind smile, oblivious to her inner turmoil. “Let me guess – based on how nice you look, I'd say you're some sort of high-powered executive.”

She snorts. “Hardly. I had an interview this morning. But I already know I didn't get it. They basically told me I'm not qualified. It was a long shot, anyway.” She tries to change the subject, anything to avoid some display of sympathy from Peeta. That’s the last thing she needs. “So are your parents retired now?” she blurts out.

“Mostly,” he says. “My dad sells pies out of a food truck in the summer and fall. And my mom does the book-keeping at our cousins’ shoe store a couple times a week. They both like to keep busy. Especially now that my brothers and I all moved out of state.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“It’s really not,” he says with a laugh. “I still see them on holidays. There’s always Facebook and the occasional text. How about you? Is your family scattered too?”

She should have expected that he’d ask about her family. Once again, he’s just being polite. After all, she’s the one who clumsily brought it up. But it's the last thing she wants to talk about.  Where does she even begin?

Her childhood had started off idyllic enough. Their lack of money was more than made up for by the abundance of love. Until her father was blown to bits in a mining accident, and her mother mentally checked out for a few months. Katniss had been eleven, and Prim only seven. Katniss became the de-facto head of the household. It was Katniss who did all the grocery shopping, walking to and from the store dragging Prim's old red wagon behind her. She prepared the meals. Washed the dishes. Did the laundry. Forged her mother's signature on permission slips. She did it all with a stoicism that easily fooled Prim. And even after her mother came back to them later that year, Katniss wore her self-reliance like armor

Katniss's mother, who'd been a med student before dropping out to raise her children, eventually got a job at a nearby hospital. It took awhile, but Katniss's relationship with her mother started to mend. The trust wasn't fully back, but Katniss worked hard to stop shrugging off her mother's attempts to – well, be a mother. It wasn't perfect, but it was good, the two of them working hard to ensure that Prim would get as normal a high school and college experience as possible.

And then in the early hours of New Year's Day two years ago, while on her way home from the night shift, a drunk driver entered the off-ramp on the freeway, slamming right into her mother's car. Neither driver survived.

Then came the news that her mother had let her life insurance lapse. Without the insurance money, paying for the funeral and living without her mother's income nearly broke them. Katniss maxed out her credit cards, got a second part-time job. Cut down her schooling to only half time until she dropped out altogether.

She doesn't want to drop this much personal information onto Peeta at once, so she just gives him the cliff notes version: her parents are dead and she's Prim's guardian. To his enormous credit, Peeta doesn't press her for details.

In the ensuing silence, Katniss fidgets and Peeta rubs the back of his head nervously until he springs out of his seat on the couch. “Would you like another cheese bun?”

She’s tempted. She can barely remember when she’s had food this good, and so much of it. She doesn’t have a shift at Save Mart tonight, and it’s not like she has to hurry home to Prim. When Katniss texted her saying she was next-door, Prim replied, Don’t hurry back, followed by a winking emoji.  “I should probably get going,” she says nevertheless.

On the way to retrieve her pants, Katniss spots a table in another room filled with things like packages of number two pencils and eight-packs of crayons, stacks of composition notebooks, boxes of tissues piled high in a precarious tower, and economy-sized bottles of hand sanitizer.  “Most people just steal pens from work,” she jokes. “This is impressive.”

Peeta laughs. “And next week, my plan is to disassemble everything from the playground and bring it here to decorate my apartment.”

“Just what this place is missing, too. Monkey bars in the living room.”

Peeta laughs and then sheepishly explains that this is for his classroom. A lot of his students can’t even afford lunch, let alone school supplies. So anything that the school can’t cover, he pays for out of his own pocket. Usually, though, the supplies he buys at the beginning of the year tend to run out before Christmas break.  It’s mesmerizing watching Peeta talk so passionately about teaching, and the welfare of his students.

They find themselves sitting down again, freshly-dyed pants forgotten, and Katniss asks what happens the rest of the year. Do they just go without? Or does Peeta fill his table with stuff then too?  In the middle of the school year, when everything he purchased has run out, and he’s out of extra money, he relies on crowdfunding. He brings the page up on his phone and shows Katniss the projects he has going. The first is for the basics: more pencils, crayons, notebooks, tissues, and sanitizer. The last two being especially important during cold season.

When it comes to the next project, Peeta explains how the roof at his school had leaked over the summer. Ruined the carpet in his classroom. The school patched up the roof, but didn’t have the funds to replace the carpet. Peeta shows her a couple pictures, and it’s honestly pretty gross. It looks like something died on it, and then someone rolled up the carcass in it, threw the whole thing in the river, and then it somehow found its way back onto the classroom floor. He shows Katniss a page with a couple large, brightly colored rugs to cover up the water damage. It’s expensive and kind of a longshot that it’ll get funded, but it would go a long way toward making his classroom more inviting.

Later, when Katniss is back home, she logs onto her ancient dust-collecting computer and finds Peeta’s fundraisers online. She donates five dollars. It's a drop in the bucket compared to what he needs to meet his goals, but it's about all she can spare. The rent is due soon, and she still needs to fill up the gas tank and get groceries.

****

It's become a ritual for Katniss and Prim to stop at the gas station once a week on the way home from picking Prim up from show choir practice and, after filling up, treating themselves to cherry Icees. Today, there's only enough cash in her purse for one, so Katniss lies and tells Prim she's too full from a late lunch.

As they wait in line, Katniss tries not to let her impatience show. She hates standing around, and despite what she told Prim, she's actually famished. Prim must sense this somehow, as she extends her drink in Katniss's direction. “You want some?” she asks. “I'm kind of full, too. We had a pizza party in 5th hour.” Katniss sips some of the icy beverage from the plastic straw, and it pacifies her a bit. But it's still hard not to get annoyed when they're in line behind Sae the Lottery Lady.

It looks like Sae's redeeming her winning tickets, the cashier doling out crisp twenty dollar bills only to get those same bills back when Sae decides at the last minute to purchase a stack of tickets so thick they're starting to resemble one of Prim’s textbooks. Katniss glances at the time on her cell phone.

“Can we get a lottery ticket too?” Prim stage whispers to Katniss.

Ugh. She tries not to roll her eyes, lest it seem like she's passing judgment. “No,” she replies simply.

“It'd be so great to win, though.”

At this, Sae turns around. “You can't win if you don't play,” she says with a wink. Sae should know. A couple years back she won a million dollars from a scratch-off ticket she purchased at this very gas station. It's where she buys all her lottery tickets now. It's silly, Katniss thinks. As if lightning is going to strike twice in the same place. If anything, Sae should be buying her tickets anywhere but this gas station, but the woman's nothing if not loyal.

Prim repeats her question, pressing her hands together in a pleading motion. It would actually be kind of adorable if what Prim wanted weren't so stupid.

“Fine,” Katniss grumbles anyway. She roots around her purse for some loose change. She needs the last dollar in her wallet for Prim's drink. “Maybe one of the one dollar tickets,” she says, though she already regrets it. A dollar could buy four bananas at the grocery store. Or a can of beans. Or a box of store brand spaghetti. All of which would be more useful than thirty seconds of hope.

Just when Katniss thought the transaction in front of her was done, Sae points out one of the twenty dollar tickets on the top row of the display, a ten-inch long rectangle of glittery gold card stock.

Katniss fishes a dime and two lint-covered nickels from the bottom of her purse. She just needs twelve more cents and she'll have a dollar. Twenty dollars, though, she thinks bitterly. On a lottery ticket. That's half a tank of gas. Or two family packs of chicken thighs when they go on sale at the market. Takeout pizza on her birthday. Twenty cans of beans. Her train of thought is interrupted by the cashier handing her something. “What?” Katniss blurts out stupidly. Her eyes cut over to Sae, whose ticket is being shoved in her direction.

“That's for you, dear,” Sae says. “I've been blessed, and I hope this does the trick for you too.”

****

Prim sits beside her in the passenger seat meticulously scratching the ticket's surface with a nickel from Katniss's purse, an intense expression on her face, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth ever-so-slightly.

Katniss almost hadn’t accepted the ticket from Sae. It was too much, and they barely knew each other. Not that that mattered much to Prim. She almost knocked the old lady to the ground giving her a big bear hug. Katniss reluctantly muttered her own thank-you and dragged an excited Prim back to the car after her turn at the counter. They had more important matters to deal with. Like dinner.

There’s almost no food in the apartment, but Katniss has officially crossed over from famished to hangry. They’ll just have to go grocery shopping another day. In the meantime, there’s always cereal at home, maybe eggs and toast or something. 

“Katniss! Katniss! Pull over!”

Irritation prickles at her, but she tries to tamp it down. “I'm not taking anything to the animal hospital. And you need to stop yelling when I'm driving.” That's how accidents happen, she wants to say. But she doesn't need to burden Prim with her fears. Driving has been a struggle for Katniss since their mother died. Even short trips to the high school or the gas station are stressful.

“No, Katniss! Look!” She waves the ticket wildly. “We won!”

****

“You have to match one of the numbers on this top line to one of the numbers down here,” Prim explains to Katniss. They pulled into the first parking lot they came to, and now they’re huddled around the ticket like it's a flame on a frigid night. “If you get a match, you win whatever prize is listed below it. See? There's a two up here and a two down here, and it says – ”

“Five hundred thousand dollars,” Katniss finishes for her, dazed.

This kind of money will change their lives. Sure, she'll lose about half of it to taxes, but she'll still have enough to finally pay off her credit card debt and her student loans. Make a savings account. Quit her horrible third shift grocery store job. Prim won't have to worry about taking out loans when she goes off to college next Fall. As impossible as it used to seem, Katniss can even go back to school and get her degree, too. She'll actually have the luxury of figuring out what she wants to do with her life and then be able to make it happen. It's like a million doors that she thought were locked forever have just opened up to her. It’s a way she hasn’t felt since she was eleven years old.

That night she and Prim look at college course schedules online. They point out classes the other should take, read course descriptions aloud.

“You should major in something practical, like business,” Prim suggests, “but then minor in music.”

Katniss laughs it off, but secretly imagines herself singing again, maybe joining one of the school’s ensembles.

None of this would be possible if not for Sae's act of kindness. Katniss has never been a believer in karma or everything happening for a reason. Even still, she should do the same thing Sae did.

Peeta.

He needs to be the first person she helps. Few people deserve it more than he does.

She’s so excited that after Prim goes to bed, she gets on her computer to look at Peeta’s fundraising page again. There are exactly two donors so far, including hers. How excited would Peeta be if he woke up tomorrow and his projects were fully funded? She debates for a moment whether to put her name or make it anonymous. He did her a favor, so this would make them even. On the other hand, this is a much bigger favor, one that he couldn’t afford to reciprocate. Better make it anonymous then. Under the comments section she simply puts: “Pay it forward.”

tbc