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thecuriousquest · 1 year

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Master List Part One

Updated 11/29/2023

***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.

Master List Part Two>

Key:

💙 = Platonic Yandere

💜 = SFW Yandere

🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)

💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion

🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)

🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking

My Hero Academia

Kirishima:

You Could’ve Been Hurt, Pebble! 🩶

For Love 🖤

Shoto:

You’re so Troublesome, Snowflake 🖤

A New Life 💜

Stripped 🖤

Boyfriend Shoto Todoroki Headcanons 🖤

Yandere Shoto and Levi Headcanons 🖤

Go to Sleep 💜

Dabi:

Yandere Big Brother Dabi Headcanon 💙

Fire and Water 💜

Little Sis, Shut the Fuck Up 💙

It’s Too Fucking Hot in Here 🖤

Boyfriends and Bruises 💙

Yandere Alphabet: Dabi 🖤

P is for Patience 🖤

Keigo:

Little Dove, My Heart Flutters for You Part One 🖤, Part Two 🖤

You’ll be the Death of Me 💜

Japanese Sweets Prompt 💜

To Cage a Hero 💜

Pay Attention! 🖤

Izuku:

You Belong To Me 💜

Hero Conventions and Escape Routes 💜

Life’s a Game 💜

Run Your Mouth 🩶

Ikigai 💜

Dedicated 💜

Bakugou:

The Eyes of a Man are His Downfall 🖤

The Only Choice Left 💜

No Escape 🖤

Can’t Live Without You 🖤

Hitoshi:

You Warm My Heart 🖤

Little Doll in the Park 💜

In Need of a Hero Part One 💜, Part Two 💜

Aizawa:

Platonic Yandere Teacher Shouta Aizawa Headcanons 💙

Hell on Earth 💙

TodoBakuDeku:

Mistakes Were Made 🩶

Nothing Left to Say 🩶

KiriBaku:

You Know You Love it Part One 🖤, Part Two 🖤, Part Three 🖤, Part Four 🖤, Part Five 🖤, Part Six 🖤, Part Seven 🖤, Part Eight 🖤, Part Nine 🖤

DabiHawks:

Feathers Falling 💜

Breakfast is Ready 💜

I’ll be Good, Masters 🖤

The Corn Maze 🖤

A Storm’s Brewing 💜

EraserMic:

Caught 🩵

Butterfly 💜

The Grace Period 💜

When Blades Dance with Flesh 🖤

Multiple Characters:

MHA Yandere Quirk Headcanons 🖤

Darling, What Ales You? 💜

Izuku and Hitoshi Clothing Headcanons 💜

Fairy Tail

Natsu:

Yandere Natsu Headcanons 🖤

Rules and Doors 🩶

Yandere Alphabet: Natsu Dragneel 💜

Big Brother Natsu Headcanons 🩵

Jellal:

I’ll Make You Want to Stay 🖤

Laxus:

Ink, Roses, and Lightning 💜

Midnight:

Not Happening 🖤

Hybristophiliac 🖤

Multiple Characters:

Yandere Fairy Tail Punishments 🖤

Broken Darling 🖤

Broken Darling Headcanons for Natsu, Gray, and Laxus 🖤

Naruto Shippuden

Itachi:

Know Your Place 🖤

Kakashi:

What Happened to Your Tag? 🖤

Yandere Alphabet: Kakashi Hatake 🖤

Naruto:

Leave or Stay 💜

Yandere Alphabet: Naruto Uzumaki 💜

Sasuke:

Saint 🖤

Yandere Sasuke Uchiha Headcanons 🖤

Kurama:

Yandere Kurama Headcanons 🖤

Gaara:

Yandere Gaara SFW Headcanons 💜

Sai:

Yandere Sai Headcanons 💙

SasuNaru:

We’ll Take Care of You! 🖤

Attack on Titan

Levi:

What Comes in the Night 🖤

You Answer to Me 🖤

Learning is Painful Sometimes 🖤

Yandere Levi Ackerman Type 🖤

Yandere Alphabet: Levi Ackerman 🖤

Secretly Married Headcanons 🖤

Pregnant Reader Headcanons 🖤

A Tonic for Jealousy 🖤

Fevers, Sweat, and Tears 💜

Yandere Big Brother Levi Headcanons 🩵

Yandere Shoto and Levi Headcanons 🖤

In His Loving Arms 💜

Bad Pet 🖤

Have Mercy 🖤

The Captain and the Duchess 🖤

Legend of Korra

Tonraq:

Blind Dates and DILFS 🖤

#yandere #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #fairy tail #naruto shippuden #legend of korra #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #masterlist

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bebeyeyo · 1 year

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g!p momo hcs next please? 🥺

enjoy! <3

POSSESSIVE AF

far worse than nayeon

she’s sexy and she knows it

but she can be a lil softie every now and then

does so much for you

she mainly will cook for you (ever since watching her cook in that manager episode it’s just so ugh 😍)

likes to shop with you for new clothes

loves to try new foods with you

likes to go out to eat with you

you both are just foodies

surprised not really surprised but she can be very shy

so the teasing that comes from the girls about you makes her very flustered

whenever you’re mentioned she gets shy even

buries her face into your shoulder when she gets shy

you tease her about where her confidence went lol

likes to have her arm around your waist when you’re both out

selfies are a yes

even has photos of you sleeping

has you as her wallpaper

you laugh whenever she’s struggling with her japanese

you love watching this woman dance

you truly believe she was meant to be up on that stage dancing her heart out

kisses you randomly

you’ll be watching something and you’ll feel lips on yours

or talking to one of the girls and you’ll suddenly be met with a momo who’s got her lips puckered

forehead kisses

i feel like momo is a person to wear perfume some days and a little bit of cologne on others

she’s shy about her singing voice so you give her that confidence boost

will make you dress in her clothes no questions asked just do it

wearing her clothes will make her hard ngl

is big and she flexes it very hard to you

her smirk will be the end of you

doesn’t even try to hide her bulge that’s there and she knows you’re staring

is actually very nervous for your first time

asking you if you’re sure and if you want to take this next step with her

“you can always say stop.”

she makes you feel so loved and cared for that night; vice versa

in the morning you both make breakfast while she sways with you at the stove

although i have a pet peeve of smacking, i wouldn’t mind it coming from her :]

will mumble ‘i love you’ into your neck or whisper it in your ear

you both take walks with boo/demon dog and dobby

just wants a content and happy life with you away from chaos (uhm, dispatch, sasaengs and paparazzi)

#darlinggtwice #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo x fem reader #twice momo #momo headcanons #twice headcanons #twice imagines #gp!momo

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recentadultburnout · 10 months

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Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Random food

I added some pictures on AO3 but not here, but I tried searching in English, and it did show the correct item, so if you want to know what it looks like, you can look it up.

Breakfast

Actually, anything can be breakfast, but this is some of what is frequently viewed as breakfast.

Khao Tom (Boiled rice/Rice porridge)

Joke (Rice porridge/Congee)

Tom lueatmu (Pork Blood Soup)

Khaoniao mu ping (Grilled Pork Sticky Rice)

Khaoniao mufoi (Glutinous Rice with Shredded Pork)

Khai kratha (Pan egg)

Namtaohu songkhrueang (soy milk with topping)

Sandwich boran (thai style sandwich)

and everything westerners consider breakfast.

Northern food

Namphriknum (young chili paste)

Namphrik-Ong (Ong Chili Paste)

Khaepmu (Crispy Fried Pork Rinds)

Sai-Ua (a type of sausages)

Kaengho

Kaenghangle (Hung Lay Curry)

Khanomchinnamngiao

Khaosoi

Central food

Nam phrik long ruea

Nam phrik kapi

Homok (steamed fish with curry paste)

Thotman (a type of fish ball)

Pucha (deep-fried crab meat and minced pork in crab shell )

Kaengchuet

Kaengphet

Kaengsom

Khaophat (Fried rice)

Yam

Northeastern food (E-san food)

Soup nomai (bamboo shoot soup)

Tomsom (fish soup with ginger)

Kaeng Om

Kaeng Proe (Bamboo Shoot and Yanang Soup)

Kaeng Het (Mushroom Soup)

Kaeng Khai Motdaeng (Red ant egg soup)

Somtam

Southern food

Kaeng Taipla

Kaengsom

*Kaengsom in the central and southern regions have some differences. Recently, there was even a debate online about whose Kaengsom is superior.

Kaenglueang

Kai Tom Khamin

Khua Kling

Phatsato

Phat Phet Kop

Yam Nam Budu

Nowadays, every part of Thailand eats everything I mention here, but its origin is still very obvious, and the origin can give some impression about what it will taste like for people who try it for the first time.

Popular Foreign food

Chinese food (some kinda Thai-Chinese more than actual Chinese)

Japanese food

Korean food

Mexican food

Indian food

Vietnamese food

Westerner food (Farang food)

Drink

Green Tea

Iced Tea/Thai Tea

Lemon Tea

Cocoa

Nom yen/Nom chomphu (Pink milk)

Oliang

Yok lor

Coffee boran

Butterfly pea juice

Lemongrass and Pandan Juice

Nam daeng (Red drink) (Hale's blue boy sala flavor)

Nam khiao (Green drink) (Hale's blue boy cream soda flavor)

Bubble tea

Chain Restaurants

Sizzler

KFC

McDonald’s

Burger King

Starbucks

Subway

Taco Bell

MK Suki

S&P

Barbecue Plaza

Yum Saap

Fuji restaurants

Katsuya

Yayoi

Ootoya

Chester’s Grill

Pizza Hut

Pizza Company

Narai pizzeria

Hachiban

Mos Burger

Dairy Queen

Swensen

Easy to find dish

There a type of restuarant call ran-ahan tam sang (ร้านอาหารตามสั่ง) (Cooked to order resturant?) which is basically everywhere and this is a basic almost every those restuarant will have.

Rice top with fried basil

Fried rice

Stir Fried Vegetables with Rice

Garlic Pork with Rice

Stir Fried Chili Paste

Thai Styled Sukiyaki (water/dry)

You can select the type of meat yourself, even if the name includes the word "pork," (it's just a place holder) and you can add extra meat (more of the one you select or something else) or eggs if desired.

Eating utensils

The most common choice are just a spoon and fork. In places like noodle shops, it usually has chopsticks as well. and for steak, a knife.

List of online supermarket site

Index

#thai culture

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cyn-onym · 1 year

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GYARU!! (Various!Tokyo Revengers X Gyaru!Reader) Pt. 1

warnings! - this story may contain manga spoilers, mature content, and sensitive themes such as r^p€, su/c¡d€, death, identity issues, toxic relationships (romantic & platonic), and others. the reader is mostly addressed with fem pronouns and is portrayed as black/mixed (Black & Japanese) although it may not be heavily implied or explicitly stated.

Hoshino (Y/N) is a laidback, yet well-mannered girl who has little to no aspirations in life besides shopping, the newest trends, and having fun. Because of how she expresses herself she is what many people call a Gyaru. (This story is also available on Quotev and Wattpad!)

Next Chapter

Third Person POV -

The day started like every other.

School alarm goes off, get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and go to school. Or at least that was the simplified version.

Hoshino Y/N's mornings were anything but simple. She prioritized her appearance over anything, and no matter the day she was always dressed to impress. Face lightly beat, mascara applied, with a final touch of lip liner and lip gloss.

After all, there was no telling when her future significant other or an agent would appear. She had to be prepared, always ready for the unexpected. 'Should I wear my red pleated skirt or my blue one..both are super cute but which am I feeling more??'

Things such as picking whether to wear thigh highs or leg warmers were the most of the girl's problems.

Although contrary to popular belief the girl didn't have a certain someone to impress but she could always impress the masses.

"Mom, what's for breakfast!??" The girl yelled down the stairs as she struggled with her tie. The girls' mother quickly replied "Eggs on rice, hurry down or you'll be late. I'm not dropping you off if you miss the subway!" Finally fastening her tie the girl decided to look herself over one last time.

The girl's outfit consisted of a short-sleeved uniform shirt with a striped red tie, she also wore a red pleated skirt and white leg warmers. The girls' hair was also decorated in numerous colored barrettes and star-shaped clips. And finally, despite it being summer she wore a pink hoodie wrapped around her waist.

The more time that passed the closer it became to summer break. A time when she could go shopping all day and go to karaoke by night while getting hit on by some weirdos, who would offer to buy her and her friends, snacks or drinks.

After deeming her appearance acceptable she rushed down the stairs to eat breakfast. In the kitchen, her mother, Hoshino Satsuki, stood over the sink washing dishes. Meanwhile, the girl's older sister, Hoshino Manami, sat at the table enjoying her breakfast as she aimlessly scrolled through her phone. Once the girl took a seat at the table she thanked her mother before digging into her meal.

Between her bites she decided to ask "Manami what are you doing here, don't you have school?" The older girl sighed before responding, "I'm only here cause I was bored and wanted breakfast."

The woman washing dishes sucked her teeth causing the youngest girl to snicker. Before Y/N could continue her meal her gaze fell to the stove which read, 8:00 AM. "You should get going Y/N.." the girls' mother prompted.

In response, Y/N finished the last of her food before handing her plate to her mother. In exchange, the older woman gave the girl her bento. Y/N quickly thanked her mother again before rushing to put on her shoes. Like the girl's hair accessories, her shoes were covered in multi-colored pen doodles.

Before exiting the house the girl briefly checked off her necessities in her head. And once she was positive she had everything, she bid goodbye to her family before jogging off to Harajuku Station.

Harajuku was a district bursting with style and trendy hot spots. The streets were filled with an array of different stores, restaurants, and boutiques. However, Y/N found the people the most interesting, because most of them expressed themselves through their fashion. It wouldn't be long before she could fully parade around without being dress coded.

As the girl jogged to the station she placed in her earbuds and began playing her favorite band, 'LILITH GIRL'. The jog to the station wasn't long and was sort of serene. Sometimes when the girl had extra time she would worship her local shrine before heading to school. However, today wasn't one of those days.

After finally reaching the station the girl scanned her subway pass before rushing to the Shibuya platform. As she approached the platform she noticed that the subway had also arrived. As the doors to the subway opened the girl and multiple other people flooded in. However, due to the number of people riding the subway, the girl decided to stand and lean on one of the poles.

To pass the time the girl decided to scroll through her phone. However, it wasn't long before she arrived in Shibuya. As the subway doors opened Y/N quickly drifted out following the crowd of students, workers, and citizens before exiting Shibuya station.

Living on the border where Harajuku and Shibuya meet had its perks. However, her school wasn't one of them. Mizo Middle School sadly wasn't particularly entertaining or significant in her opinion. She would have preferred to attend a school in Harajuku but finances stated otherwise. As Y/N followed her typical route she became more and more surrounded by students. Passing the gate the girl traveled into the school before heading towards her shoe locker.

Although the girl would have preferred to keep on her regular shoes it was school policy and she already knew the results of those actions.

Once the girls' shoes were changed she walked up the stairs leading to the second floor before approaching classroom 3. However, before she could enter her name was called. When she looked over she noticed her group of friends hanging out by a window.

The group consisted of Imai Nozomi, a copper-headed girl with short hair who had a quirk for lying.

Saito Akane, a girl with dark brown hair, a red skunk stripe, and a ponytail, renowned for her temper issues.

And Kaneko Chitose, a long-haired ravenette with a hime-cut who loved gossip and drama.

First Person POV -

"What are we invisible?" Nozomi stated grumpily as I approached them. Akane and Chitose laughed in response to the question. "You guys are anything but invisible, Nozomi. Did anything interesting happen over the weekend?" I asked as I placed my earbuds in my bag.

Chitose was quick to respond, "Nothing to die for but I heard the Soccer club is having a mixer this weekend."

"No way am I going to that, half of them aren't even that cute," Akane stated as she adjusted her hair. Nozomi nodded her head in agreement before adding "I had a fling with their captain about two months ago, he ended up asking me out but I shot him down."

This piqued my interest. "Ya' know you always talk about getting asked out but you never mention going out with them??" I questioned. "Well, ponder no longer because I currently have a boyfriend," Nozomi answered proudly.

This was a surprise to the rest of us but before we could question her further, she continued. "His name's Kiyomasa, he's also a second-year and he's super tall." She boasted. "How tall we talking?" Akane questioned in disbelief. "6'0 ft" Nozomi responded with a smirk.

Chitose and I let out an exaggerated "Wooow" as Akane whistled in response.

However, before we could continue questioning the copper-headed girl, the bell rang prompting us to go to class. We swiftly said our "laters" before separating and going into our classrooms.

Once I was seated it didn't take long for the teacher, Ms. Kubo, to enter. And as soon as she was settled she began taking attendance starting from the letter "A". I decided to use this time to take out any needed supplies. "Hangaki?" a boy with blonde hair anxiously responded to the teacher's call. I stacked my erasers as I waited for her to get to my surname. "Masashi?" To which another boy replied.

She then moved on, "Hoshino?", I briefly responded. After marking me as present Ms. Kubo directed her gaze over to me before stating "Out of uniform again, I see."

I smirked and briefly laughed before responding "Yes, Ms. Kubo." My classmates quietly giggled at the interaction.

A day like every other.

☆ During Y/N's first year, she was dress coded over 20 times in the first semester. Of course, administration tried to contact/urge Mrs. Hoshino to correct her child but she ignored them.

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chuck-snowbug · 1 month

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而今（日本酒／大吟醸）、まぐろ納豆（自家栽培のわけぎのせ）、すき焼き風煮込み、柿、大根の皮の浅漬け、ちりめんじゃこの大根おろし。最後の四枚目は翌日の残りもの朝食。きのこおじさんアルフォンソ付き。

Picture 1-3: Jikon(Japanese Sake), Maguro Natto & Sukiyaki Stew Dinner - November 2023

Picture 4: Leftover Breakfast feat. Mushroom Daddy, Next Morning - November 2023

#sashimi #sukiyaki #maguro #japanese sake #japanese food

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Love Languages Ft. The Runaways

Tye, Ed, Asami, Virgil

Notes: I'm setting this kinda after the events of Season 2, so it's p much happening in the 2 year time skip before season 3. I don't think you can tell tho, except in Ed and Virgil's parts

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Tye Longshadow

Quality time

With Maurice around, still holding his mom's attention, the only other person he really has is his grandfather

So he takes you out for lunch, or for walks, shopping trips together, time at his grandfather's house for tea or breakfast or whatever

He wants to spend every moment possible with the people he loves, and that includes you

Eduardo Dorado Jr.

Words of affirmation

With the last year or so of his life having been spent fighting with his father and the other STAR staff, he's just happy to have someone

He lets you know every single day

Praise based on your success, not what you can give him

Asami Koizumi

Gift giving

She comes from a completely different culture, and wants to know more about yours.. and yourself

Sending you articles online, giving you small handmade gifts or showing you trinkets she found while out and about

It's her way of connecting with you ^-^

More food for thought: Japanese candies

Virgil Hawkins

Physical touch

I've always felt that Virgil is the touchiest of the Runaways; he grew up in a loving home with his mom and sister, it seems only natural that there'd by physical affection

He'll throw an arm around your shoulders as you walk together, or hold your hand.. little kisses as you pass one another or are just hanging out

He gives you gentle hand squeezes to assure you he's okay after missions w/ the team

#yj runaways #tye longshadow #tye longshadow x reader #eduardo dorado jr #eduardo dorado jr x reader #asami koizumi #asami koizumi x reader #virgil hawkins #virgil hawkins x reader #young justice #young justice x reader #young justice x reader headcanons

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elephantimprobable · 2 months

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Chapter 3: 4 weeks of...

4 weeks ago, you, Bibi, Shohei, and Decopin went on your first hike together at Griffith Park. What started out as a hike, blended seamlessly into dinner and drinks though you did have a hard curfew for yourself around 8 to be in bed by 9.

You and Shohei had talked non-stop about life, your childhoods, your shared interest in living a semi-nomadic life (eventually) with home bases around Asia and the US. You had spent time in Asia and the US and really couldn't choose one place to settle down.

His English is pretty good but there are moments where he can't catch the right word, so you have to pull out Papago (thank goodness for Papago) to help translate Japanese at times. Unfortunately, you don't know an ounce of Japanese.

"I'm a grandma," you joke as you tell Shohei you are strict about your sleep schedule for your own peace and happiness, "Morning/breakfasts are the best times to hangout I find."

Shohei laughs.

"Then, how about we grab breakfast tomorrow morning?" he asks.

You're surprised he wants to hang out more even though you've been together nearly all day.

"I could...if you can make it by 7:30am," you look at him curious how he will respond. Usually your friends decline the offer with the time because it's way too early but you have your morning routine and would never sacrifice your morning workouts at 9 before work.

"Whoa that's early." (You knew it!) "I can make that work," Shohei says with a grin. (Okay, that was a surprise. Gawwwd his eye crinkle you can't get over it.)

Shohei walks with you to your car and is still lingering as you're putting Bibi in her carseat. Decopin tries to jump in the car with her.

You both laugh. "One day you can sleepover but not tonight," you say to Decopin while scratching his head. You look at Shohei to laugh - it's like how you and your cousin begged your parents to sleepover when you were young every time you had a playdate. Shohei is smiling but looks nervous. Weird.

He gives you a hug again and says, "See you at 7:30am tomorrow - let's meet at the Lighthouse?"

You give him a wave and get in your car.

1.5 hours later, you've finished your night time routine and your phone buzzes.

Shohei: Got home safely?

You: Yeah! I assume you did too :p

Shohei: Yup have a good night *sends a photo of Decopin in his bed*

(Internal screams...why do I feel melty again?) you think to yourself.

You like his latest message and snuggle with Bibi and go to bed.

The next morning, you meet him at the Lighthouse and conversation continues as if you never had a break.

He's wearing a hoodie but you notice his shoulders and arms in them. He's so sturdy lol.

You notice he's giving you intense eyes sort of but appreciate he carefully listens to every word you are saying.

He asks you a ton of questions about your time abroad, your company and your why in life. You ask him about how he has been able to dedicate his entire life to one thing (having grown up doing many different activities you find it fascinating he didn't crumble under pressure like you had when you started getting to advance levels of golf/music).

You tell him you want to learn how he can be so mentally tough...because you have had your own ups and downs with navigating your mental health. You admire him for this. He laughs again and says it's cute you say that.

You blush. Oh no...melty again what is this feeling?

And so it goes.

4 weeks pass and you've pretty much seen Shohei and Decopin every week. You both made a ritual of getting breakfast at the Lighthouse on Mondays and Fridays and hiking on the weekend together.

Sometimes, Lo and Tyler join you too and the four of you together laugh so much your belly hurts. You finally feel you have a small friend circle in this new neighbourhood.

The melty feeling comes and goes and god, his eye crinkle gets you every time he smiles. Shohei has become a fast friend these past few weeks.

You finish your latest breakfast with Shohei and go to Pilates. After Pilates, you're walking towards your car when you realise Shohei sent you a text while in class.

Shohei: Want to cook something together to take to Lo and Tyler's on Sunday? We can recipe test tonight if you want - happy for us to try at my place. Bring Bibi so she can play with Decopin

You reply with: What's the recipe? Also what time? Remember, I have to be home by 8!

4 seconds later *phone buzzes*

Shohei: Matcha Latte cookies - thought you would like them

You take a breath...they do sound good you think as you smile to yourself.

You: Count me in, I'm coming over at 5

Shohei: Ok

You're nervous but excited. You're not the best cook but believe in Shohei's discipline and meticulousness to help.

Even though you only met Shohei a few weeks ago, it seems like you both have known each other for much longer.

You shrug the feeling and know you need to take things easy because you've had friendships in the past that got close very quickly but they ended unexpectedly due to misalignment in values, etc. You don't want that to happen with Shohei.f

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani fluff

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wildspringday · 2 years

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michelle zauner // japanese breakfast

#i loveeeee #p: michelle zauner #p: japanese breakfast #photography!#*mine #mine: edits #japanese breakfast #michelle zauner

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eljeebee · 7 months

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5 songs I actually listen to

Tagged by @buttertrait and @druidberries thank you both 😘

1. Paprika by Japanese Breakfast

2. Be Sweet by Japanese Breakfast (can also be heard in Sims 4 in-game in cottagecore radio)

3. Stars Are Blind by Paris Hilton (I've listened to this when I was young and only found out what the name was and who sang it! Also named my operator in Warframe after Paris Hilton LMAO)

4. Spice Up Your Life by Spice Girls

5. Raise Your Glass by P!nk (this one gives me a specific memory: woozworld)

Now, I'm tagging: @mini-uzzy @xpeachynotes @ares-in-a-jar @heronoriginals @kimmiessimmies @sharooonia @tedsies @treason-and-plot and anyone who sees this that wants to! No pressure if you don't want to!

#Spotify #tag games

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lusthurts · 5 months

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29, 12, and 6?

omg yay

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

here's something I cut from "How Bright We Burn" - in the first draft, Kurt and Blaine broke up after Kurt didn't show up to the Warblers sectionals, and Blaine and Sebastian's first kiss happened that night during the truth or dare game when Thad dares them to make out. Anyway, this scene follows that:

He reaches for the back of Sebastian’s neck and pulls him towards him. Cheers from the Warblers erupt immediately when their lips connect, and Blaine can’t help but smile. That day in the hallway when Sebastian said they could run the school together pops into Blaine’s head as Sebastian kisses him back, and it’s the last coherent thought he has as his eyes close and their lips fit like pieces of a puzzle that have been dying to touch for years.

Blaine must black out for a second because it’s almost like it’s just them, even though this might be the loudest he’s ever heard the Warblers cheer during a dare. He’s too focused on Sebastian’s tongue as it slips between his lips and his hand as it lands on his thigh, then his waist, all of it sending shock waves through his entire body.

It takes a distinctly Nick-sounding cheer to snap Blaine out of the hazy mess of a kiss and pull away. It’s frustrating because he doesn’t want to stop, which is a shitty thing to think when you’ve been single for less than a day. Maybe it’s the liquor, but he’s terrified it isn’t.

come to think of it, maybe I actually will include this in a different fic in the future lol

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

yes! I make playlists for almost all my WIPs, even the shorter ones. The "How Bright We Burn" playlist has 123 songs on it (many of which are songs that led to the lyrics at the top of each chapter) so I won't share them all for now, but instead, I'll share some highlights from the playlist for the sequel ;)

"Beautiful Trauma" by P!nk

"Crazy In Love" by Beyoncé

"Renegade" by Big Red Machine & Taylor Swift

"Holy Ghost" by BØRNS

"Style" by Taylor Swift

"History" by One Direction

"Easy" by Troye Sivan

"Paprika" by Japanese Breakfast

"The Louvre" by Lorde

"Till Forever Falls Apart" by Ashe & FINNEAS

hopefully that doesn't include any spoilers ope

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

omg yes of course, the Seblaine fic that I literally always reread is the "I'll Be There For You" series by Imogen_LeFay, specifically "Stuck In Second Gear" because that fic is seriously canon to me and the only way I can ever bring myself to rewatch the last season of Glee because I know that this fic is how it really ends. For other Seblaine fics, I love to reread "Seasons Change" by civillove and "This or That" by TiburonWriter.

also, I'm a huge marauders fan (though you wouldn't guess it from my Tumblr where I almost exclusively talk about seblaine and Taylor Swift) and I have to admit I've reread the famous "All the Young Dudes" by MsKingBean89 multiple times as well.

sorry this got so long lol clearly idk how to be concise

#lusthurts fics #seblaine #how bright we burn

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Steamy Morning

For Aeon Week Day 7: Free Day

Summary: Leon and Ada have a hot morning. :3

Author's Note: Saving smut for the last day. :P

AO3

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The chirping of birds outside their house woke Ada up from slumber. She stirred and noticed the morning sun rays had peeked through a slit in the curtain, illuminating her husband’s form just a tad. She smiled at Leon who was still fast asleep and laying on his stomach.

Admiring his handsome features, she was always happy to see him so peaceful and carefree. Ada carefully brushed away a strand of blonde hair from his face and planted a kiss on his temple. She got out of bed quietly and saw their cats, Cobalt and Ebony, curled up together in their cat bed at the corner of the room, also deeply asleep. It seemed everyone had pleasant dreams last night.

Picking up her discarded robe from the floor and draping it over herself, she went to the bathroom to wash up before proceeding downstairs to prepare breakfast for two.

Meanwhile, Leon was having a very nice, sensual dream. He and Ada were soaking in a hot, steamy hot spring together and getting up to all sorts of naughty things.

Eventually though, the birdsong and smell of food made Leon stir. He yawned and rolled over, rubbing his eye as he sat up. He noticed Ada was not with him, but knew she must have been in the kitchen. Not bothering even with underwear, Leon headed downstairs. He saw his wife clad in a robe in front of a stove and smiled.

“Mornin' gorgeous,” Leon said with a smirk and stood at their island counter, waiting with bated breath for her reaction.

Ada was preparing toast and was in the midst of scrambling up some eggs in the pan when she heard Leon pattering to the kitchen. She turned her head to greet him.

“Good morn-” Ada paused as she eyed his naked form and then raised an amused brow at him. “It’s a good thing our neighbours don’t live right next to us. Aren’t you cold, handsome?”

“Do I look cold?” Leon joked. It was a tad chilly though, so he took a few steps forward to wrap his arms around Ada, feeling her warmth through the soft robe.

“Hm... I know you're happy to see me,” Ada replied coyly as she felt his flourishing erection against her robe. She did secretly love how affectionately he was behaving.

“Sleep well?” He asked her as he lightly kissed her ear. “I had the best dream about us. We should really go to a Japanese hot spring resort some time.”

“I slept well, handsome. I suppose we should book an autumn or winter holiday to Japan then.” She replied and pressed her butt against his crotch. He uttered a soft groan in response. Leon loved the feeling of his bare manhood up against Ada, but the robe was in the way. Still, it was soft and snuggly all the same.

“Give me a moment,” she switched off the flames and gently nudged his arms away, sliding the eggs onto a nearby plate before placing the empty pan back on the stove.

Ada faced him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “So, what did this dream entail that you forgot to put on clothes for breakfast?”

“Well, we were both hot, naked, and wet for starters,” Leon whispered softly and kissed Ada's neck. “It was just so steamy, and one thing led to another. I almost wish I hadn't woken up, but you're much better than a dream.”

Ada kept grinning as he peppered kisses on her sensitive neck. She was already growing hot and wet between her thighs. The blonde then took a hold of his wife’s robe and gently pulled it open, revealing her bare breasts. Now his erection grew to full mast as he smiled down at her. “So beautiful…”

“Good thing you woke up then.” She leaned in and kissed him. Gently at first but she grew more insistent as her hands snaked up to his neck and hair, lightly tugging on the strands.

Leon moaned into the kiss, and his hands slid down Ada's smooth back to her butt. Deftly and carefully, he grasped his wife, picking her up by her bottom and carrying her over to the kitchen table. He placed her down, still clad in her robe, and nuzzled her hair. “Let's have some fun…”

It never surprised her how strong he was and she held onto him as he carried her. Ada moved her butt closer to the edge of the table and spread her legs open, resting one on his shoulder while wrapping the other around his ass. “You have an open invitation, Leon Scott Kennedy…” She purred into his ear and gently nibbled the side of his neck.

“Here's my RSVP,” Leon purred back, and slid his manhood deep within her. He moaned audibly, feeling her walls hugging him snugly as usual and he went to shower more forceful kisses on Ada's neck. Her head tilted back automatically to give him more access to her flesh.

Gripping her hips firmly, he started to glide in and out, hearing the table creak slightly from his movements. This angle was truly magnificent and rapidly driving him insane. “So good…”

Ada chuckled and there was a grin on her face as they mated on the kitchen table. Her hands slid down to his back, bringing him closer. The feeling of being joined as one was addicting and she will always want more of him.

“Tell me more about the dream... were we sitting at the edge of a tub doing this...?” She asked breathlessly as he twitched within her. “Show me what we did and I'll make it real.”

Leon nodded and quickened his pace. “We were at the edge, just like this,” he said. One hand reached up to cup his wife’s breast. “And then I teased you like so,” he lightly pinched and rubbed her nipple between his fingers, feeling the bud engorge under his touch. Leaning down, he took the other nipple into his mouth and suckled on it for a moment.

“Mmm…” Ada murmured with approval and pushed her chest up into his mouth and squeezed him down under. “And where did the dream end so we can pick it up?”

“It ended before I could take you from behind,” Leon murmured to Ada. “Like this.” The blonde pulled out, making her whine from the loss of contact. He reassured her with a kiss to her temple as he slid one strong arm below the back of her knees while supporting the other on her back. The blonde brought her over to a nearby wall as her robe fell to the floor and he placed her down, positioning her towards the wall tiles.

Ada immediately braced her arms against the wall and bent down slightly, allowing her husband optimal access. Leon repositioned his manhood against her slick entrance and slowly eased himself back inside inch by inch until his pelvis was flushed against her ample bottom.

His wife could only gasp when he took his own sweet time to slide into her once more. There was a steel bar on the wall that was used to hang kitchen towels and Ada slid her hands up to grip that instead.

“I love it when you’re so dominant and fuck me like that Mr Kennedy...” She said breathily as he took her at a steady rhythm. The tell-tale coil in her belly was slowly winding up, threatening to overtake her senses.

“You love it huh?” Leon replied and gave her butt a firm smack before he began to thrust harder, loud wet slaps of skin against skin filling the kitchen. He held onto Ada's hips, having complete control over their mating. If Ada liked him dominant, he would give that to her.

Ada's moans slowly filled the kitchen as well and she allowed herself to bask in the moment. “I love how you fill me up whenever we are together. Your antics drive me crazy…”

“I haven't even begun, gorgeous…” Leon whispered seductively. He leaned over Ada, pressing his chest against her back and sandwiching her between him and the wall. Leon reached with one hand to grope and tease Ada's nipple again, and the other went to find her clitoris to rub in circles. To top it all off, Leon nipped Ada's ear, stimulating every erogenous zone he could as he dug his rock hard member in, spearing her G spot repeatedly.

Her moans quickly turned to squeals of delight and pleasure. “Yes... Oh yes!” She closed her eyes and gave into the blissful sensation that Leon was subjecting her to. Her hand grabbed the arm on her breast and she held onto him tightly. The sensation in her belly shot into her spine but she kept holding on as she didn't want this hot mating session to end.

The blonde grunted hard as he nailed Ada from the tightest angle he could. “Mmnf, you make me cum buckets baby. I am gonna flood you!!” He quickened his pace even more, until he felt like her legs trembling. “Now come for me…”

Ada chuckled when he talked dirty. It was a rare occurrence that he did so and came for her husband she did. She shivered with ecstasy and panted for air.

Leon gripped Ada as he slammed her one last time. Sending a torrent of his white hot baby batter inside his mate. He arched his body to push himself in as deep as he could go, wanting to coat Ada's womanhood as thoroughly as he could.

Leon shuddered along with his wife, getting out every last shot of ejaculate. He let out a long sigh and finally relaxed after a few more thrusts. He inhaled deeply for a moment, then began to kiss her neck. “That was… wow…” He managed to whisper as he laid against her.

“That was amazing.” His wife concurred and leaned back against Leon.

Leon straightened up and pulled Ada up with him, nuzzling her lovingly. “We should talk dirty more often…”

“I don't know... your dirty talk makes me laugh though,” she smiled and looked back at him with a grin.

He chuckled and kissed her warm cheek. “Well, dirty talk is pretty funny in general.” He held her close, gently massaging his wife’s breast with one hand and rubbing her lower stomach with the other as he pressed up against her back. "I love you Ada."

“I love you too, Leon.” Ada whispered and stood with her husband in the kitchen. The moment was interrupted by both cats meowing and staring at them through the pet gate off to the side. “Well, isn't this awkward…”

“Uh huh, yeah, it is…” Leon chuckled nervously. “I think I should get some pants on now, and maybe we should tidy up a bit after our session. Then we can enjoy the breakfast you made so lovingly.”

The cats just sat at the gate, waiting patiently for pats and scritches. Ada wiggled her butt just a little. “Hard to clean up when you’re still buried in me,” she mused and looked at one side of the table that was out of view from the cats.

“Hm, why don’t you take a seat on the table closest to the sink? I’ll help clean you up.”

“Oh? Alright," Leon responded, and pulled himself free from his wife's tight and slippery hold. He was softer now, but his manhood was still a bit swollen. The blonde did as Ada asked and sat at the edge of the table with an all knowing smirk. “Not too clean, I hope.”

Ada felt some fluid coat her thighs as she walked over to her husband. She grabbed a stool and set it in front of him before she took a seat. Her hands grasped his manhood and Leon responded with a happy “Mmmm!”

She kissed his stomach before making her way down to clean him up orally. She had tasted him before but it was interesting to taste herself as well post-orgasm.

Leon lightly ran his fingers through her raven hair to show his approval, not that she needed it. “Oh, that tongue, you're too good to me, Ada…”

Ada hummed at the back of her throat and licked him slowly. “Ooohhh…” Leon moaned again in sheer pleasure as her mouth vibrated around his length.

After a moment of sucking him to her heart’s desire, his wife eventually paid attention to the most sensitive part of his shaft, laving her tongue all over and under… Teasing the sensitive ridges and tip as she did so. When Ada deemed him clean enough, she pulled away with a beaming smile. “There, all done.”

He bit his lip as he felt himself almost about to orgasm once again, only for Ada to stop right before his peak. “Aw,” Leon sighed as his manhood slipped out from her red lips. “Alright, guess it's your turn then.” He hopped off the table and offered his spot to his wife.

“Easy there, lover boy. You don't want to overwork yourself so early in the morning, right?” Ada winked at him and perched herself on the table. She crossed her legs and looked at him coquettishly.

“Riiight.” Leon gave Ada a lopsided smirk as he got down on his knees in front of her. He very carefully took both of his wife's legs and gently pulled them apart to reveal her glistening womanhood to him. It was slick with both of their essences, and while Leon was hesitant, he owed Ada the same treatment.

The blonde leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ada's labia before lapping at her. He could taste himself on her, unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant. If she could taste herself too, he could do the same.

Ada leaned back and placed her arms behind her to brace herself from the onslaught of Leon’s tongue. Sure enough, it was highly pleasurable and she sat there, enjoying all of it. She murmured with approval and sighed.

Leon closed his eyes as he continued to clean up his wife’s warm sex. He could feel the pleasure from her, and it encouraged him to go further, slipping his tongue between her folds, down into her vagina, then out again to thoroughly polish her clitoris.

Ada arched her back off the table as she felt herself spiralling down the edge once more. “Two orgasms in a few minutes? You spoil me...” she whispered as she allowed herself to give in to the sensation once more.

“Mm…” Leon replied with his voice muffled by Ada's labia. He hadn't intended to make her come, but he was happy to nonetheless. It just meant he had a little more to clean up. After another minute of getting all her moistness, Leon stood back up and wiped his mouth. “You got a little extra that time.”

“Thank you, handsome. I'll make sure to take care of you later~” She smirked and leaned in to kiss him. Never mind that they could both taste each other, she was in love with her husband and wanted to bestow as much affection as she could upon him.

Leon happily returned the kiss and smiled. “Okay, for real this time, let's have some breakfast, my stomach is growling at me. But first,” he paused and went to the gate where the cats meowed at him. He reached over to pat them both. “We're done with our fun now, kitties.”

Ada joined him and bent down to give them affectionate strokes on their heads and backs. Satisfied with their morning scritches, they trotted away to do whatever cats did.

“Why don’t you get dressed? Maybe wear the tight blue briefs that I like. And could you help me get a pair of underwear too? It’s getting a little breezy.” She winked at him and went off to clean the table top and stool before she washed her hands to pop their breakfast into the microwave.

"Alright alright, gimme a minute." Leon replied playfully. He walked to the bedroom and fetched the blue underwear his wife liked, tugging them on. As for Ada's panties, he chose his favourite, a silky dark purple one that accentuated her butt.

He rejoined Ada in the kitchen and handed her the underwear. "I think this will do."

“Thank you, Leon.” Ada replied and slipped it on before tying her robe close. She brought the plates to the dining table and took a seat beside him.

“This has got to be one of the hottest mornings I’ve ever had,” she remarked and laid her egg on top of her toast.

“It was one of our best mornings, I think,” Leon replied and cut into his egg to let the yolk run onto his toast. “You loved it.” He leaned over to kiss his wife before digging into their delicious breakfast.

“And so did you. We've got to thank your dream for it,” she teased and bit into the egg and toast. “Do you really want to go to Japan?”

"Yes, I think we'd like it," he said and sipped his drink. "What about for a winter vacation? I heard the Japanese countryside is beautiful when it's snowing."

“Oh, I've not been back to Japan for a while... Are you sure your other reason isn't wanting to live out your fantasy dream?” Ada said coyly.

“Would it be so bad if it was?” Leon smirked back at his wife and slowly bit into his toast. “Is it something you would want to do with me?”

Ada leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Of course I am game for any sexual adventure with you, handsome.” She whispered sensually and continued to eat her breakfast. The heat between felt like it couldn't be quenched.

The blonde chuckled as he chewed his food and swallowed. “In that case, I should book our next flight and get a reservation.” He rubbed her leg with his bare foot affectionately. "Thank you Ada."

She rubbed his foot back with her toes. “So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

“Mmm, do you want to fuck around some more?” Leon asked innocently.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Ada replied with an equally straight face.

#Ada stories #Aeon Week 2023 #Ada Wong #Leon Kennedy #aeonweek

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grazie @mrs-emptiness per il tag 💕 anche se non so se conosco così tante canzoni.....

Rules: Pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people

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u nrequited love (& other clichés) – breakup shoes

a merican teenager – ethel cain

t olerate it – taylor swift

t okyo kyoto – cornelia murr

r u mine? – arctic monkeys

o ff to the races – lana del rey

s ilk chiffon – MUNA

a ndromeda – weyes blood

l eonard cohen – boygenius

t oo sweet – hozier

i know the end – phoebe bridgers

n ymphs finding the head of orpheus – nicole dollanganger

p osing in bondage – japanese breakfast

a pocalypse – cigarettes after sex

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l overs rock – TV girl

l ess of a stranger – julia jacklin

a pearl – mitski

#tag game

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Red Team Blues Chapter One, part two

My next novel, Red Team Blues, comes out on April 25. It’s an “anti-finance finance thriller,” a read-it-in-one-sitting thriller about a 67-year-old forensic accountant who gets embroiled in a deadly and violent cryptocurrency heist:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865847/red-team-blues

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/18/cursed-are-the-sausagemakers/#henched

To whet your appetite for it, I’m serializing chapter one, where we meet Marty Hench, and get introduced to the one last job that he needs to do to finish his 40 year career as Silicon Valley’s best high-tech forensic accountant.

Today, I’m publishing part two. Here’s the previous installment:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/17/have-you-tried-not-spying/#unsalted-hash

Here’s where US readers can pre-order the book:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865847/red-team-blues

Here’s pre-orders for Canadians:

https://services.raincoast.com/scripts/b2b.wsc/featured?hh_isbn=9781250865847&ht_orig_from=raincoast

And for readers in the UK and the rest of the Commonwealth:

https://uk.bookshop.org/p/books/red-team-blues-cory-doctorow/7225998?ean=9781804547755

And now, here’s today’s serial installment:

The Camino Real had excellent security, as well as all the amenities: a pool, a gym, and a set of spring-loaded seismic dampers set deep into the bedrock that turned the whole place into a bouncy castle whenever the San Andreas Fault got a touch of indigestion.

It was steps to California Avenue and five Michelin-star restaurants — one with three stars, two with two — and it cost him eight million, plus furnishings, which Sethu oversaw, going all in on Danish woods for a midcentury modern feel that went great with the rooftop garden that came with the penthouse unit. Sethu got him interested in trying all that Michelin star food, a far cry from ramen and slightly irregular breakfast cereals, and from there, it was the chefs’ tables, and then the private cooking classes, and then a major reno to the penthouse to fit it out with a kitchen that would have made Heston Blumenthal gasp and twirl.

They spent the month that the renos took in an exclusive lodge near a slightly active Costa Rican volcano, checking out the bromeliads and howler monkeys. He came back bronzed and fit from all that volcano hiking and became one of the great chefs of the new aristocracy, even pulling out the old alt.gourmand posts from the prehistory of Usenet. I don’t know when they became a couple, but I imagine it was a natural thing. Danny had a big heart, and he’d loved Galit with all of it, and with Galit gone and Danny still around, his heart wasn’t going to sit idly. Sethu is beautiful and brilliant and good at what she does, and those were all the traits that attracted Danny to Galit in the first place. The Camino Real’s security gave me the twice-over and then emitted me. The elevator doors gave a sophisticated sigh and welcomed me in, and the buttonless panel lit up PH, and my blood pooled a little in my feet as I attained liftoff.

Danny looked at least ten years younger than the last time I’d seen him, craggy but handsome, and the pounds he’d put on had only filled him out so he wasn’t such an ectomorphic scarecrow. He’d definitely been hitting the kettlebells, too, and his tight Japanese tee clung just enough that I could see he’d gotten some definition in his pecs and biceps. That’s hard muscle to acquire once you hit your fifties. Someone had been making Danny put in his reps.

Danny’s an intense guy who believed so fiercely in the significance and beauty and urgency of cryptography that he could easily captivate a roomful of people with an impromptu lecture on the subject, and he would not relinquish that hold until they all had to leave. He wasn’t a bore, but he wasn’t exactly normal, and yet as far as I knew, everyone who’d ever become personally acquainted with him liked him. A lot.

“Well, you don’t look like a man who got through a prix fixe at the Palmier. Even with the flights, you shouldn’t be that bilious, Mart. What’d you do, stop for Oreos on the way back to your double-wide?”

I let this pour over me as he showed me into the foyer and I shucked my scuffed old loafers, the ones I saved for personal days when I didn’t have to impress a client. “First of all, Lazer, the Unsalted Hash is a forty-foot, state-of-the-art touring bus with seven feet of internal clearance, an induction range, a deep freeze, and a sound system that can set off car alarms for a block. It is not a double-wide.

“Secondly, the Palmier was great, and I didn’t get the prix fixe — I got a taster at the chef’s table with a friend, and we stayed up later than we should have, and I still managed to drag myself here for a business conference at this unholy hour. I’m running on three hours’ sleep and digesting a good three- thousand-calorie dinner, is all.

“Finally, I don’t stop for Oreos, ever. I have a supply of 1995-vintage Hydroxes in one of the deep freezes. The original recipe contains all those great trans fats that make for excellent long-term frozen flavor and texture retention. I would offer you a package, but I won’t, because they are mine, and I treasure them beyond all reason and plan to make my stash last until I can no longer consume solid food, whereupon I plan to consume the balance in smoothie form.”

He took my shoes and tossed them into a closet and slammed the door, making a face, then burst out laughing and grabbed me in a bear hug that reminded me of those new biceps of his. “Man, it’s good to see you, Marty. Come in, come in. We’ll go out onto the roof.”

I got a quick tour of a lot of teak and curves and angles, like a set dresser had been given an unlimited budget to decorate the boss’s office on a midcentury period drama. Then he opened a sliding door out onto the roof-deck, which had some very nice landscaping and potted shrubs, a meandering stream patrolled by fat koi and fed by a two-foot waterfall, some comfortable- looking and elegant teak loungers, and Sethu.

She had an easel set up and was painting in oils, an impressionistic landscape of Palo Alto’s nimbified one-family houses and dinky main street. It was a couple of billion dollars’ worth of real estate dressed up as middle-class houses from the same midcentury dreamland as the furnishings in the living room. She turned and saw us and narrowed her eyes, just a tiny amount, before cleaning her brushes and hanging up her smock on the easel’s corner.

“Hi, hon,” she said. “This must be your friend Mr. Hench.” Danny beamed at her, an expression I remembered from his most successful demos, that prideful look he got when his code performed some miracle. “Marty, I don’t know if you ever met Sethu, back in the old days.”

“I don’t know that we were ever introduced properly,” I said. She’d let me in, once or twice, when I’d come by to see if I could pull Danny out of his tailspin. But she’d been his PA then.

“Well, in that case, Sethuramani Lazer, meet Martin Hench. Marty, meet Sethu.”

I’m pretty sure my facial expression didn’t change when he dropped that last name on me. I’d already noticed the rock on her finger, of course — a bachelor of my age and experience takes note of these things automatically, without conscious intervention. I’m pretty sure what Danny said next was that same pride speaking, not a failure of my poker face.

“Married her last year. Or rather, she married me, despite being significantly out of my league.”

“Lucky fella,” I said. “Congrats to both of you.”

He got us settled into loungers, and Sethu mentioned that she was going in for lemonade and offered us some. She brought it out in sweating tall glasses with silicone straws and then went back to her easel, far enough away that it wouldn’t seem odd not to include her in our conversation.

I sipped as Danny scrolled his phone for a moment, double-checked his notes, and took Sethu in. She was beautiful, of course, but I’d known that since I’d first met her at the door of that teardown that Danny had settled into as his final resting place. Now, though, she had the kind of haircut that some very bright topiarist had charged her at least a thousand bucks for, and with it, the kind of poise I associate with very beautiful, very accomplished women who are also very, very rich. Something in the posture, a kind of deep relaxation that you rarely see. Having a very deep cash buffer can give a woman the same tranquility as any middling specimen of manhood gets for free, the liberation from casual predation that men don’t even notice.

Danny put his phone down at last. “So I hear you did some work recently? Bonwick. Rearden Factoring?”

I nodded. “Yeah, Brian and I did some business, but it’s not the kind of thing I can discuss. You know that. He lost something, I found it, and I made him whole.” He snorted. “Marty, you don’t make people whole. Your commission still twenty-five percent?”

“It is,” I said. “And I still don’t charge anything to take a job, not even expenses or a retainer. I take the risk, I get the reward. That’s a proposition I think you probably relate to.”

“I’m familiar with the general idea.” He looked around at his penthouse garden, his beautiful young wife, his view of the strivers of Palo Alto and their Leave It to Beaver houses, all a testament to his willingness to take all the risk and his unwillingness to share his rewards. “You ever take payment in crypto?”

“I prefer fiat” — this being the cutesy word that crypto weirdos use for real money — “I have smart accountants who keep my tax bite down to a manageable slice, and I’ve got no other reason to accept distributed sudoku puzzles in lieu of greenbacks.”

“Very funny,” he said. Cryptocurrency hustlers hate it when you point out that the whole blockchain emits billions of tons of CO2 to help repeatedly compute pointless mathematical puzzles. “You’re familiar with how crypto works, though, right?”

“Danny, I love you like a brother, but I hope I’m not about to get a sales pitch for Trustlesscoin.” The only sour note in the previous night’s dinner had been a couple of bros at the chef’s table who spent the first hour talking about smart contracts. It was a hazard of any public space in SV, and I accepted it with good grace, but I wouldn’t tolerate it in private places. Life is too short.

“No pitch, but I just want to make sure you’re up to speed for what I’m going to tell you next. Forensic accounting is one thing, but when you throw in crypto, it’s a whole different world.”

Later this week (Apr 20/21), I’m speaking in Chicago at the Stigler Center’s Antitrust and Competition Conference.

This weekend (Apr 22/23), I’m at the LA Times Festival of Books.

[Image ID: A squared-off version of Will Staehle's cover for the Macmillan edition of 'Red Team Blues.']

#pluralistic #fiction #crypto #crypto means cryptography #red team blues #cryptocurrency #books #technothrillers #serials #martin hench

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