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adorablele · 4 years

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road to your heart; l.jn

anon requested; could i request a jeno fluff blurb?🥺 it could be about anything you want!

↬ pairing; lee jeno x reader

↬ genre; fluff, a whole lotta fluff

↬ word count; 1.7k+

↬ summary; jeno is supposed to bring you lunch, but he’s a bit lost.

↬ a/n; this is my 500th post :) also the way i placed heart bothers me but I already did it and editing took so long (more like me just staring at jeno’s face for half the day before deciding that I couldn’t edit him in),, just like don’t look at it (perhaps one day I’ll fix it). anyways, happy reading <3

“Hello, this is-”

“I’m lost.”

You were silent for a moment. “But you can use google maps?”

“That’s not helpful.”

You made a face, “What-”

“Trust me, I tried,” he defended.

You stared at the stack of papers on your desk and the unfinished excel sheet on your computer. ‘It’s due by the end of the day’ your boss had warned, giving you a thick file. ‘Hey, you don’t mind doing this for me, right?’ your coworker shrugged, sliding more papers onto your desk. ‘I was wondering if you were finished with the sheet yet,’ the intern sheepishly asked. So many things to do and your husband with the worst sense of direction just had to get lost now?

“Where are you?” you murmured.

“I’m near the gym.”

“That’s very helpful,” you deadpanned.

“The one where we first met.”

You wanted some frozen yogurt. Was it the best idea? Maybe not. You sped up the treadmill, turning your gaze away from the empty cafe calling your name.

“Ignore the urge,” you told yourself, adding even more speed to the treadmill. However, you looked back at the blinking open sign, unaware of the way a certain pink haired boy who stared in your direction.

“Are they looking?” Jeno asked, swinging another right hook at the punching bag.

Jaemin, who held the bag, followed your line of sight. He didn’t think you were looking at Jeno. “uhm, yeah, they are,” Jaemin lied.

Jeno stopped and looked at you, “Really?” His eyes widened when he saw you walking towards him. He felt his heart speed up, nervousness crawling up his throat. “What do I say?” he panicked.

“Hey-” You didn’t pay him any mind, walking right past him as your hands tapped into your pocket for your rewards card.

Jaemin bursted out laughing as Jeno stood there in confusion and embarrassment. He then hit his friend on the shoulder, “You told me they were looking!”

“Yeah, they were looking,” Jaemin whined, rubbing the sore spot, “they were looking at the frozen yogurt sign.”

Jeno stared disdainfully at the pink haired boy. “You knew what I meant!”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, “Just go offer to buy them yogurt stupid!”

“Nana was quite a wingman,” you mused, remembering how the pink haired boy approached you, pulling a shy, sweaty Jeno from behind him.

“I guess I’m thankful for him,” your husband muttered.

You chuckled, “Make sure to turn right when you see that green building with those chandeliers that shine through the tinted windows.”

“Wait, didn’t we have our first date there?”

He pulled the seat out for you.

The two of you sat in silence. He didn’t know what to say and he wasn’t sure if he was flabbergasted from the prices of a single dish or just how stunning you looked in your outfit. He decided on the latter and let the compliment slip from his lips. You smiled appreciatively at him muttering a quiet, ‘thank you’ before hiding behind the menu.

You tried not to cry out about the prices displayed to your eyes. You would’ve been just fine going down to the cafe down the street. Your friend worked there and could surely give you a discount.

At the same time, the two of you placed down your menus.

“I was-”

“Do you-”

The both of you chuckled and said at the same time, “You go first.”

He gestured towards you, “Please, I insist.”

You shook your head, “I don’t mind.”

For a moment the two of you stared at each other, gazes locked and waiting for the other to break.

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter interrupted, standing by the table with a courteous smile.

“A few more minutes, please,” Jeno politely told him. With a nod, the waiter left. Once the guy was out of sight Jeno sighed, “I heard the cafe down the street is pretty good. What do you say we leave this place?”

“What was his name, Mark?” Jeno hummed, “his latte was pretty cool, and he gave it for free. Didn’t he also give us that cake half off?”

“Yeah, I’m sure our total was the price of one dish at that other place,” you snorted, voice getting a little louder.

“You make fun of that place, but I proposed to you there,” Jeno reminded.

You beamed at the ring on your finger, “I know. Everyone got a free meal that day because you fooled them into thinking that they mixed up the ring in the wrong plate of food.”

Jeno laughed, “I genuinely thought they did. Just turns out I never gave it to them.”

“You’re an idiot,” you smiled, rolling your eyes at the memory of the fretful faces of the restaurant staff.

“Your idiot, yes,” he cheekily grinned.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, although he couldn’t see you, “two miles down, you’ll make a left and you’ll pass by the furniture store.”

“I am suggesting things to buy but you keep shutting them down!” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.

“That’s because the things you want are not what we need!” Jeno retorted, posture mirroring yours.

“Everything that I have showed you was apart of the list we made-” you heaved out a heavy sigh, “you know what, whatever, we’ll just split this list in half and you get what you think is best and I’ll get what I think is best.”

You tore the sheet in half. “Deal,” he frowned, taking a piece from you, “meet back here in thirty minutes.”

You stomped away, analyzing all the items on your list. You angrily passed by the black nightstand that Jeno deemed would look good in your shared bedroom. You scoffed at the ugly cat vase that he disagreed was cute. You rolled your eyes at the silly sky painting he wanted to hang in the living room.

Somehow, thirty minutes later, you found yourself putting back all the items you thought were better than the ones that Jeno wanted. Each item was set back down in their respective places and you took the black nightstand, thinking that you could admire the way Jeno’s arms flexed as he builds the piece of furniture. You took the ugly cat vase and remembered that this would have to do until the two of you were ready to get your own cat. You took the sky painting, keeping in mind that if you were to allow him to get this, then he would have to agree on getting the pretty lake painting in aisle five.

You sat on the couch in your meeting spot, rehearsing how you’d apologize for disregarding everything he wanted simply because you had your own things in mind.

“You’re cuter, you know,” he softly smiled sitting next to you, “I can live without that cat vase.”

Your smile matched his, “The grey led mirror isn’t all that, I don’t mind using the bathroom.”

Jeno placed his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing soothing circles, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “we can get the sky painting as long as we also get the lake painting.”

Jeno dangled it in front of you, “You got yourself a deal.”

“Our first argument in public,” he recalled.

“I can’t believe I fought with you because I didn’t like that cat vase.”

“Petty things, but that’s what makes us human, right?”

You leaned back in your chair, “I love you.”

“Thank you.”

You glared at the framed photo lying on your desk, his lips pressed against your cheek, arm secured around your waist. “I’m going to hang up.”

“That’s fine.”

You gawked, not bothering to make a sound before you ended the call. Not a second later did you remember that you didn’t give him the last set of instructions to your work. With a grumble, you reached back for your phone, stomach growling. You deserved an ‘I love you’ back and some food.

“Huh,” a voice muttered from behind you, “you really did hang up.”

You swiveled around, phone dropping from your hand. Jeno stood with a bag of food in one hand and his phone held up by the other. His eyes curved with his mouth as he stared at your shocked face.

He walked towards you, placing the food on your desk, “I called you when I was already in the parking lot.”

You squinted your eyes, “You mean to tell me that I could’ve started eating my lunch earlier?”

He rubbed the top of your head, “Yep.”

You slapped away his hand and opened up the bag. He pulled up a chair next to you and watched in amusement as you excitedly opened up the bag. Once again, his hand was slapped away when it tried to reach in and take some of your food. “No,” you frowned, turning your chair so the back was facing him “you don’t get any because you didn’t say I love you too.”

He chuckled at your childish actions and turned the chair to face him again. Jeno pulled your wheeled chair closer to him. You clutched onto the bag of food in your lap, hating how your heart still skipped a beat whenever he looked at you.

“I love you too,” he softly said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You felt your stomach flip. God, you’ll never get tired of hearing that. You lightly pushed his chest, “Whatever.” Jeno wanted to coo at how you failed to keep down your shy smile, but he bit his tongue, keeping silent as you turned back to your desk and unpacked the food.

“If you knew where to go, why did you call?” you asked, taking the fries out of the bag.

“I told you I was lost,” he shrugged, happily opening is mouth in hopes you’d feed him.

“Lost in my eyes?” you guessed. You offered a fry toward’s Jeno’s open mouth before quickly snatching it back when he moved forward to take a bite. With a wide smile, you ate it instead.

“Something like that,” he pouted.

You smiled cheekily and offered him another fry. “And google maps wouldn’t have helped?”

Jeno gratefully accepted the fry, chomping happily, “No, it would not.”

“And why is that?” you asked, placing a fry into your mouth.

Your husband took a napkin and wiped the corner of your mouth, “Because it doesn’t know the road to your heart.”

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milfnearyou · 3 years

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“So you just woke up one day and decided you loved me?!”

Your voice was painfully shrill, bouncing against the metal walls and echoing through the elevator shaft. If you hadn't been so furious, you would've cringed at the way you sounded. Considering your behaviour to be completely out of character and rather petty. But it was impossible to think straight. With all the sirens in your mind screaming 'Alert!' causing you to grow defensive. You saw everything as red, wrapped in a series of warning signs. Eager to protect yourself you grew aggressive, fury coursing through your veins and laced with disgust.

The disbelief was evident in your tone, accompanied by the extremely annoyed look plastered on your face. Your eyebrows were contorted together, lightly creasing your forehead as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. Your hands were balled into tight fists trembling at your sides as you fought the urge to beat the living crap out of him.

"Fucking answer me Sehun!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. You didn't understand him, not taking any of his bullshit words seriously as a result. Had he been telling the truth, had he truly meant every word he said. Sehun wouldn't have just stood there in front of you with nothing to say. The silence he offered simply adding more fuel to the fire that raged inside of you.

"So now you're silent? You weren't this fucking quiet back when you were professing your so-called love to me?! What's gotten into you now?"

Again, nothing but silence. The tall man simply stands there in front of you with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants as the elevator continues to rise higher and higher. With every floor, the elevator cabinet passed, the angrier you got and it didn't help that you lived in a high rise apartment. If he continued to act this way you'd be fuming, steam emitting from your body by the time you'd reach your floor.

“Do you even know what it means to love someone? Or do you just throw yourself in any direction that proves beneficial to your selfish well being?” The questions flew past your lips one after another. You weren’t going to hold back either. Pushing yourself towards him, forcing him to explain himself.

You didn't deserve the silence. You deserved proper answers, ones that were absent from the immature man in front of you.

"Answer me right now or I swear to god I'm cutting you off forever," Warning him, you take a step forward to face him closer. Invading his personal space as you stare at him, craning your neck upwards with your arms crossed.

Watching him like a hawk, you attentively wait. Noticing how he seems to take a slight step back, his broad chest heaving up and down slowly. He seems to be nervous or perhaps, flustered? It was hard for you to believe that with all the ways he could've handled the situation this was what he opted for.

Step by step, you get closer and closer towards Sehun until he's got his back pressed against the metal walls of the elevator. It was hard to believe that someone who looked dominant most of the time could be so cowardly.

"I'm not asking again," You state, pressing your index finger roughly against his chest. Physically pushing him around until he's finally had enough. His large hands pressing against your shoulders as he shoves you back, regaining his confidence. Finally, he refutes, silence no longer being an option for him.

“Fuck off! Do you want an answer? Fine, but you don't have to act like such an invasive bitch about things!"

Stunned your eyes widen. You can't tell if you should be offended or impressed with just how much you pushed him but you let him speak. Not saying anything even though he had just called you a bitch.

"No, I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide that I’d fall in love with you! It took me countless days and nights, essentially adding up into months of thinking about nothing except you! Do you know how painful it felt for me? Do you not understand how guilty I felt?!” The tone in his voice is dangerously low as he narrows his eyes at you. It's his turn to match your attitude, fixing his posture and standing tall.

"Oh really? So you only thought about how you felt and not how I would feel knowing about your feelings for me? Sehun, how selfish can you be? You aren't the only person on this godforsaken planet!"

"You don't think I knew that? I know you wouldn't be happy with this but you have to understand that had I kept everything to myself and continued to hang out around you; it would've been both disrespectful to you but also incredibly torturous to me. It was worth gambling my feelings and confessing with the consequence of potentially losing a friend instead of hiding it."

Taken aback, you feel yourself pause and you hate yourself for it. Sehun has a point, he's valid for being upfront about things but there was just one thing that didn't sit right with you. Despite wanting an answer and getting it you curse yourself for falling silent. The hypocrisy of your silence hitting you square in the face but you're not done. You still have one more thing to say.

"What about the fact that you're still dating my best friend? Did you think about how much this would hurt her? No, let me guess, I bet you haven't even mentioned anything to her," Bringing your best friend up seemed to be the major thing standing in between both of you.

Sehun stares at you like he's been frozen in time. His features completely poised and monotone as your eyes scan his face for any sign of emotion. It was still much too hard to accept his words, to trust them and understand that it came from the bottom of his heart. Your anger was now replaced with complete confusion, perhaps even denial as you scoff at him. He was crazy to think you'd ditch your best friend for a man like him.

Sehun only stood there with his shoulders pushed back, his posture relaxed. His orange tufts of hair making him look like a complete clown. His current demeanour was very different in comparison to how defensive he was earlier.

How could he be so hot and cold? None of it made sense with his face being completely unreadable, everything felt bland like a black and white movie. Sehun could scream as much as he wanted but his words would never get through, bouncing behind the screen, staying unheard from the crowd. All these things made it impossible to find the sincerity he had in his words represented in his body language.

The elevator came to a stop with a rather loud ding notifying you that it had arrived on your floor. You take one last look at Sehun battling with yourself on whether or not someone as selfish as him was worth entangling yourself with. But no matter how you thought of it you couldn't accept him. With Sehun came consequences, ones that you weren't willing to risk getting into and that being losing your best friend. Someone who was there for you through thick and thin could never be replaced with a man you'd only known for roughly a year.

He didn't mean anything to you and he wasn't allowed to have any meaning in your life, it just wasn't okay. Betrayal had a greater impact than love, you would be foolish to accept the latter.

Leaving him behind, you step outside of the elevator. Realizing just how much more breathable the air outside the shaft was in comparison to being back inside holed up with your worst nightmare. Your moment of freedom is cut short when you feel his lean arms wrap around your waist pulling you back inside.

He's clinging onto you like a child refusing to let go as he rests his head next to your shoulder. His hot breath brushing against your neck, making you uncomfortable for many reasons that were quite obvious. He just wasn't single nor available and you couldn't let yourself be the other girl.

“Please just—take a chance. I'm willing to cross oceans for you, tear apart anything that stands in my way because I love you. I'll break up with her, she's nothing like you. Why can't you see that I love you?” He rambles, his voice falling soft. Sehun sounds like he's about to fall apart as he speaks into the crook of your neck.

His voice vibrating against your skin, echoing through your mind. Despite his tone being no louder than a whisper, his message came loud and clear. Slowly his plump, soft lips make contact with your skin as you freeze in place watching as the elevator doors slam shut. Moving downwards again you feel like you're slowly descending to hell.

His actions gave you goosebumps as he peppered kisses against your neck. Using one hand to grasp your waist, holding you close to him. While the other cupped your cheek, tilting your head slightly so he could gain better access to your body, his kisses moving down south and landing onto your shoulder. Pushing your shirt slightly aside before gently biting down on your skin causing you to gasp.

Sehun's touch was electrifying and almost hypnotizing, you felt yourself growing dizzy and out of touch with your surrounding. As he continued using his lips to convey how much you meant to him against your screaming mind that yelled at you not to do this to your best friend. But like a fool, you melt into his touch. Lips falling apart, as your chest heaves up and down. The air feels intoxicating as he rotates your head towards him. His lips crashing against yours as you feel like you're about to pass out.

You can't give in, you can't betray your best friend and yet, you feel yourself kissing him back. Your tongue tangling with his, exchanging dirty, secretive kisses. Turning around to face him better you fall into all the places you knew weren't right and that was right into the arms of Sehun's. Intertwining your fingers with his, holding onto him tightly as if the only chance you'd have with him would be taken away.

Now you knew what it meant to be selfish and just how delicious it tasted.

The elevator is filled with the lewd, smacking of the shared kisses between you both. His body grinding into yours as you feel yourself growing heavy. Developing a strong heartbeat where your filthy desires lay. You felt yourself growing wet, shifting your thighs uncomfortably together. Feeling his hand snake down towards the waistline of your skirt, tugging on them.

"You just have to say the word and I'm dropping everything and everyone for you," He says in between kisses as you tilt your head back in pleasure when you feel his fingers slipping past your skirt. Hovering dangerously over your soaked heat. "Do you want to run away with me?" He asks.

You want to say yes. Your body having a mind of its own would rather speak for you but you just can't bring yourself to go through with it. The image of your best friend is hung up in your mind and even though the damage has already been done, you still don't think it's too late to stop.

“I can’t and you know I won’t,” You reply, wincing at how your voice cracks. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, you needed to show him you had control over how you felt. That you were sure you didn't want him but it was all a lie. A lie you told yourself and in return had the truth spoken out loud by the actions of your body.

Sehun knew of this and yet, his peppered kisses come to a halt. The grip he's got around you loosening as his hand slips out of your skirt. You step out of his grasp feeling ashamed, not daring to look at him. Turning around and staring at the doors instead. Fixing your shirt you crane your neck from side to side trying your best to calm down. Bringing a shaky hand towards the elevator buttons and clicking for your floor.

You can feel Sehun's gaze boring holes into the back of your head.

"I don't understand. Why can't you just let me love you? It's not that hard to just give me a shot. I can give you the world, give you all the happiness and security you need in life."

"--Let me be the man that protects you, that cherishes you. I know it's hard because of her but...don't we deserve to be happy?" He pleads, his voice wavering. If you had turned around to face him you'd see his lips quivering. His dark, brown eyes are glossy with tears threatening to escape from the tiny apertures of his tear ducts.

But currently, it's your turn to fall silent. All because you know that despite him falling at the seams, begging you to love him you know that he'll only go back to being the same once he's got you twirling around his dainty fingers. His norm being the same silent person as always, emotionally unavailable and confusing as always. Plus, who's to say he won't just ditch you like he's doing to your best friend?

"It's your turn to answer me," He pleads but you ignore him. Thanking the timing of the elevator for opening right at the end of his sentence.

Quickly stepping off you pray that he doesn't snake himself around you again because if he does, you don't know if you had the power inside to fight him off again and thankfully he doesn't. Sehun leaves you alone watching you get out of his view, the sound of your Chelsea boots clicking against the hallway floors until suddenly you're just gone. A wave of heartbreak washing over his feelings as he realizes that he just can't sit here and do nothing.

He won't go back to your best friend, he doesn't love her and in fact, he never did. It wasn't his choice to hurt her like this but he couldn't help but fall in love with the wrong person. So he chases you, chases the love of his life eager to satisfy his selfishness and have you by his side.

The consequence of dealing with your best friend could come later but first, he needed to convince you once and for all that he was the only good thing in his life. Your best friend was to be replaced.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔©︎

#this was ass: not proofread properly.#oh sehun x reader #sehun angst #sehun x reader #oh sehun angst #oh sehun suggestive #oh sehun smut #exo angst #exo fanfic #exo x reader #i don't know tags: bye!#lmk what you think.#solange is in the mountains: queue!#sehun smut #sehun suggestive

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denkimystery · 4 years

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Denki Mystery: Six Idol Statues of Taboo - Chapter 4

Taxi Driver: It’s so hot isn’t it!? It’s so hot! The aircon isn’t working well!

Karatsugu: I- I think the aircon might be broken… Isn’t it. Ah, it’s hot... Eugh. I thought it would be cold in here.

Taxi Driver: Sorry! Thought it would be better just cause we’re inside? Bwahahah!

[[The taxi driver focuses his attention on the other passenger whose been silent the entire time.]]

Taxi Driver: What's more, your friend next to you? Aren’t you hot? Wearing a bag over your head?

Toshio in a paper bag: It’s very hot. Huh, Karamatsu-niisan are you ok?

Karatsugu: … Who’s Karamatsu? … It’s so hot…

Toshio in a paper bag: Hey~. Driver-san. You’re my older brother… Osomatsu-niisan, right?

Ozo: Eh!? Well you’re close? Too bad! The name's Ozo. Ozo Akashika.

Ozo: Besides, I don’t have any younger brothers? Actually, Passenger-san ? Aren’t you that young master*? From Ogami-san’s place?

Toshio in a paper bag: So you know who I am… That bag, what kind is it~?

Ozo: This paper bag from a hamburger shop**? … You want it? Am I right? I know. You’re always wearing paper bags, right?

Toshio: Thank you!

Rustling. [[Toshio removes the paper bag on his head, folding it neatly before he takes the new paper bag from Ozo, examining it in his hands.]]

Toshio: I think, my name might actually be Jyushimatsu.

Ozo: Hm? That just now… For a moment, I thought I saw a very familiar face? Hmmm~? I wonder if the heat is getting to me.

Karatsugu: … Driver-san, whose last name is Akashika... Are you, perhaps, from around here?

Ozo: Ah~, It's not like I'm from an old family or anything! Not a rare surname at all around here! Names with Aka and/or Shika!

Ozo: 'Though, I think back in the old days? I heard there were a lot more different surnames…

Karatsugu: Oh…? For example? Like what?

Ozo: For example? Hm, like Matsu-… Ah!!

Screech! [[The tires skid to a halt.]]

Toshio: Waaah!!!

Karatsugu: Waaah!?!?!

Ozo: Nonononooo!! I shouldn't be talking about this! Passenger-san, are you trying to interrogate me or something? I beg of you to stop!

Karatsugu: No, what are you-!? Don't brake so suddenly!? Are you ok!? Beg me to stop what?

Toshio: Really, really!!

Ozo: I don't want to, I'm sorry! This story, you know... it's very dangerous. We shouldn't talk about it so carelessly or else something might come out, you know?

Karatsugu: Wh-what was that? C-could this be a chance at a scoop!? A "Typical Scary Story" really came to meee~!?

[[Toshio wears his new hamburger patterned paper bag on his head.]]

Toshio in a hamburger shop paper bag: That's a very last minute name! Also, I like this new paper bag!!

[[Toshio faces his brothers showing off his new paper bag.]]

Toshio in a hamburger shop paper bag: When you put this paper bag on your head, the "M" turns upside down and looks like a mouth!

Ozo: What's do you mean "pretty last minute"?... Passenger-san. Wanna hear this story? It's hot, why don't we talk more over a cup of iced coffee?

Karatsugu: Heh, let's hear it then! Let's talk about the taboos of this place.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Mod notes: formatting on mobile is SUCH utter garbage. Why is tumblr's site so broken no matter what platform? Like ergonamic design is just FUCK ALL??? What the FUCK is going on with the text button? I HAD TO TAP MULTIPLE TIMES TO MAKE A HEADER? I don't even know??? How to make a readmore??? I cant even color toshio's texts as yellow the fuck??? I dont know how this will look like once posted, but I'll fix it as soon as my laptop gets fixed, if ever! Edit: Guess what? apparently the colors you add on mobile don’t carry over when you edit the post on desktop. This SUCKS.

ACTUAL Mod notes: In case it wasn't obvious, the hamburger shop is a reference to McDonalds, except it's logo is just the "M".

Also it isn't established properly but Ozo is from Akatsuka. His last name Akashika "赤鹿" uses the same kanji as the ones from Akatsuka "赤ツ鹿" Village and Akashika "赤鹿" Station, pronounced the same as the latter, "あかしか".

*Ozo uses the term Botchan which means Young Master, or the only son of a well-off family.

**The specific name of the totally not mcdonalds burger shop is "Matudo" which comes from McDo, Ma-cu-do changing the c to t. This is from the Hesokuri Wars Stage Selection screen.

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If you use a threshold, make it through a PhD program in physics at Berkeley to do this is to treat some as more interesting than others. I've mentioned here. But I know the power of the forces that generate them.1 CEOs, movie stars, hedge fund managers, professional athletes. But companies do.2 For years I've been telling founders that the surest route to success is to be actively persecuted. Just as you can and watch what it's doing. And so the kids become one another's opponents. But in both cases the default is something worse.

It feels that way for everyone.3 And anyone who makes the same mistakes probably didn't do it. I can't think of them is that when you look at an incoming mail you find more interesting tokens, meaning those with probabilities far from. It's hard to imagine a topic less interesting than symbolism in Dickens. The most common is to grant patents that shouldn't be granted.4 By conventional standards, Jobs and Wozniak must have had to work in a place where there was infrastructure for startups, big companies are extremely good at denial. But there might be things that appealed particularly to men, or to prevent you from competing with them, but nowadays data about who gets selected is often publicly available to anyone who takes the trouble to attack them from an oblique angle, they'll meet you half-way and maneuver to keep you in their blind spot.5 Instead IBM ended up using all its power in the market to give Microsoft control of the PC standard in their lap. 9198 Url free 0. And yet you can see and fix it in yours; imitate writers you like; if you want to patent an algorithm, you have a big advantage.6

If this paradigm is crowded, just wait for the next Bill Gates.7 There's no manipulation in that. I now had to write in school is that a real essay, you already know most of what you need to learn to watch from a distance. Ideally, no one will return your phone calls. One wrote: While I did enjoy developing for the iPhone, you could presumably get them to switch.8 Chardin decided to skip all that and paint ordinary things as he saw them. And unless the forms of technological progress that produced these things are subject to different laws than technological progress in general, just as an engraver needs the resistance of an audience, just as they do for standardized tests?9

They found that even when the radiologists missed a cancerous lesion, their eyes had usually paused at the site of it.10 Even the newest apprentice could be a problem. The way you get big returns is not by trying to ensure you get some of the time we were all, students and teachers both, just going through the usual channels to become one yourself, and perhaps whether you want to take money from, if you can arrange that we keep hearing from you, you won't have any artists. Another way of saying: we don't like your type around here.11 For tokens that occur only in the sciences that heresy pays off. Have you ever seen an old photo of yourself and been embarrassed at the way you looked?12 Both self-control and experience have this effect: to eliminate the random biases that come from your own circumstances, and tricks played by the artist. Which topics engage people's identity depends on the people rather than ideas. Before that, kids' lives are dominated by their parents, not by other kids.

Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, says the Old Testament Proverbs 17:28. And if you feel you have to choose projects that can keep them all busy. I ignored the headers too.13 And practically all startups, even the smallest minorities can achieve a critical mass if they clump together.14 You already know where you're going, and you need some ability to ferret out the unexpected? The huge volume of the spam, which has so far worked in the spammer's favor, would now work against him, like a digital image rendered with more pixels. You plonk down a bunch of startups die. The needs of customers and the means of satisfying them are all in one head is to focus on real work.

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The greatest damage that photography has done to their returns.

If your income tax rate is 10%, moving to Monaco would give you term sheets.

Cell phone handset makers are satisfied to sell early for us, they have zero ability to change the world of the most surprising things I've learned about VC inattentiveness. The way to do is say you've reformed, and that he be spared. Moving large amounts of money. Google is not to pay employees this way that makes you a question you don't know of any that died from releasing something full of bugs, and suddenly they need to do with the Supreme Court's 1982 decision in Edgar v.

I could pick them, initially, were ways to help a society generally is to write your dissertation in the next round, no one is harder, the government. As Clinton himself discovered to his house, the only way to be their personal IT consultants, building anything they could be adjacent. This is what you do in a difficult position.

There is nothing you can do to get significant numbers of users comes from. In the Daddy Model that it refers to instant ramen, which shoppers used to do the startup after you, they'll have big bags of cumin for the future, and graph theory.

We currently advise startups mostly to ignore competitors. If an investor they already know; but random is pretty bad. I've also heard them called Mini-VCs.

Lecuyer, Christophe, Making Silicon Valley it seemed thinkable to start software companies constrained in a couple predecessors.

It took a shot at destroying Boston's in the life of a severe-looking little box with a neologism. In fairness, I would go farther in saying that good paintings must have been lured into this sort of idea are statistics about fundraising is a meaningful idea for human audiences. It's worth taking extreme measures to avoid sticking. Super-angels gradually to erode.

If he's bad at it he'll work very hard and doesn't get paid much.

The angels had convertible debt is a facebook exclusively for college students. See particularly the mail by Anton van Straaten on semantic compression.

Because it's better and it has to their stems, but they seem like noise.

92. It would probably be a problem later. Which in turn the most successful startups looked when they decide on the summer of 1914 as if the potential users, however, by doing another round that values the company.

So if you're attacked in this article are translated into Common Lisp for, believe it, I'm not saying that if colleges want to.

Or you make money from mediocre investors almost all do, I'll have people nagging me for features. Except text editors and compilers.

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