clean mail

ID #95678

Name: Sunny
Age: 28
Country: USA

Hello! i’m looking for pen pals from all over, anyone whose interested in Anime, Sci-Fi, exchange in music taste, (i listen to a lot of old hiphop, 90’s and 00’s, not so much of whats playing on the radio) artists, foodies, and anyone interested in talking about life in general.

I’m a crime scene clean up technician, specialized in trauma and biohazard removal, so if youre also interested in that, i have plenty of stories to tell.

I’m also happily married to my wife of two years with two kids, so if you can relate to the parenting that’s cool, if you arent a parent thats cool too, lol.

Preferences: 18 and up, preferably snail mail, no specific country.

Family AU Tibits #1
  • -Jack used to frequently have dreams of getting attacked and chased by Gabe when he’s shapeshifted. He didn’t know what the meant and stopped having them 
  • -Gabe and Jack are BOTH drivers that honk at the smallest inconvenience. Gabe likes how his horn sounds and Jack tends to do it out of impatience 
  •  -Both would hold their children until they got too big and heavy. Which was when they were probably 12. 
  • -They still attempt to pick them up as adults.
  •  -When Gabe first held Jesse, he couldn’t help but bury his nose into his soft hair. He will always remember how his little boy smelled. 
  • -Sombra and Jesse were given “big kid chores”. Sombra would feed the animals while Jesse was in charge of getting the mail and cleaning the kitchen. 
  • -No one can beat Gabe at chess. No one.
  •  -Each year the family watches fireworks on an out of the way hill that overlooks the city. The view from there is gorgeous -The Reyes-Morrison family live in Montana 
  • -Jack is a big trickster, and with that Sombra. Sombra is a bit more mean spirited though
  •  -One time on tour in the military, Gabe got both of them lost and they ended up spending the night together under the stars. This was before they were an item and they both silently looked up the night sky.

anonymous asked:

I know we have had a chubby MC in the past. But, what about this (if I may ask):The characters finding out that chubby!MC has been doing some unhealthy things to lose weight because she feels like she’s not worthy enough to be with them as she looks now. (BTW: Love your blog!!!! <3 )

Author’s note: yoooo, long time no post, eh? TRIGGER WARNING: eating disorders!!!  please take care of yourselves… you’re all beautiful :)


  • he knew something was wrong when you two went to your favorite restaurant
  • and the only thing you ordered was a coffee
  • “MC?”
  • “What’s up?”
  • “Are you just… not hungry?”
  • “Oh… no, I ate before we came.”
  • lies
  • yoosung had been with you all day
  • and not once did you have bite to eat
  • but he decide to keep his mouth shut, until the car ride home
  • “Why did you lie to me?”
  • you looked over at the blonde behind the wheel
  • “What?”
  • “You said you ate, b-but I  know you didn’t.
  • “Oh… that.”
  • you started to mess with your hands
  • “Well, I stopped eating as much as I normally do a couple weeks ago, and then yesterday you told me I had looking better recently. So… I decided to continue, until I-I look my best for you-”
  • you were cut off by the swerving of the car
  • “Yoosung?”
  • his eyes were watering
  • slowly, he pulled over to the side of the road
  • “Yoosung, I-”
  • he unbuckled and reached over, hugging you
  • “MC, I didn’t mean to make you do this! I-I love you so much, and I would never want you to treat your body like this. I should be trying to look better for you! You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, a-and… a-and…”
  • he started crying harder
  • “Please eat. Please eat again. I’ll make you all the meals you want!! Even those gross v-veggies you like!”
  • “Brussel sprouts?”
  • “Yes!”
  • soon your tears matched Yoosung’s
  • on the way  home, he stopped by the grocery store
  • and when you two got home
  • he made a whole plate full of brussel sprouts
  • and watched you eat the whole thing


  • All it took was one time
  • One letter
  • One sentence
  • You read Zen’s fan mail all the time
  • Mainly bc you’re hella nosey but sometimes the fans mention you
  • So when Zen dropped a stack of envelopes, you helped yourself
  • “Bill, bill, complaint from Jumin, Bill, OH HERE ARE A COUPLE!”
  • You flipped through them, but stopped when you saw one labeled “Your girlfriend.”
  • You tore it open without any hesitation
  • I wonder…
  • As you scanned the page, your heart dropped
  • “Ugly… Loud mouth… stringy hair…”
  • “…Too fat to stand by your side…”
  • Zen walked over to the table
  • “Whatcha reading, babe?”
  • You quickly put the letter in your back pocket and held up Jumin’s letter
  • “Oh, nothing. Jumin sent you another note.”
  • “I swear, if this is about me taking his parking spot, AGAIN, I’m going to quit.”
  • You faked a laugh and looked away
  • “H-hey, I’m going to go to bed early…”
  • “Without eating dinner?”
  • You choked back a sob
  • “Yeah.”
  • Zen stared at you as you walked away
  • You went into the bathroom and turned the sink on
  • looking at the toilet, you grimaced
  • You have to do this… for Zen
  • Little did you know
  • He had watched as the letter fell out of your back pocket he was checking out your ass when it happened
  • You tied your hair back and bent over the toilet
  • Here goes-
  • “MC? MC open this door right now.”
  • “I’m a little busy, Zen.”
  • “Busy with what?”
  • “Uh…”
  • He didn’t wait for your response
  • When he saw you kneeling by the toilet, his heart broke
  • It one quick movement he picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom
  • “Zen-“
  • No.”
  • He set you down and kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his
  • “You are so beautiful. You are so perfect. You are the love of my life, MC. So, don’t you dare let some jealous fan tell you otherwise.”
  • When he kissed your hand, you his warm tears fall on them
  • The next day, Zen made an announcement, saying he wasn’t going to accept fan mail for awhile
  • “I am extremely disappointed with my fan base, and the way they talk about my lovely girlfriend. The next time I hear even the tiniest of rumors about her, I will resign.”
  • And you never got hate from a fan again


  • After weeks of begging
  • Jaehee finally got a much needed day off
  • She was sOOO excited to spend the day with you
  • You two talked about how you wanted to spend the day
  • But after about five minutes of discussion, you both agreed on just staying at the house in your pjs
  • Jaehee organized the mail, cleaned her closet, and did all of the chores she never had time for with her work schedule
  • But through the day he noticed something
  • You hadn’t eaten anything
  • You were on the computer when she asked
  • “Hey, MC, have you had anything to eat today?”
  • “…What?”
  • “Are you hungry?”
  • “Nah, I had a cup of coffee this morning!”
  • She walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder
  • “That was 8 hours ago… what’s going on?”
  • “I-I’m trying to lose weight…”
  • Now it was Jaehee’s turn to be confused
  • “What?”
  • You turned back to the computer, ashamed
  • “I just want to look perfect for you… that’s all.”
  • Jaehee bent over and turned your chin toward her
  • “You are perfect.”
  • She placed a delicate kiss on your lips
  • “But you need to eat. I’m going to take tomorrow off too.”
  • “Jaehee-“
  • “Nope. I’m going to go call Jumin. When I get back, you and I are going out to dinner. Go change into something nice,” she winked.
  • The entire night she made sure you ate, and the next day she made you breakfast


  • “If you would excuse me, I have to go and powder my nose.”
  • You smiled at Jumin and his coworkers
  • You two had decided to host the monthly dinner party, and you had just finished dessert
  • As you walked away, Jumin told a cheesy joke, making his peers laugh
  • Rolling your eyes, you went to the master bathroom
  • Eat your food, throw it all up, laugh at Jumin’s jokes
  • It was the same at every dinner party
  • Only this time you had the luxury of regurgitating in your own home
  • It had all started when you were playing tennis with Jumin’s boss and his wife
  • His skinny, blonde wife
  • You two had purposely lost, and you went to shake their hands
  • “Good game you two,” you smiled
  • “Thanks,” the wife responded, “I’ve been meaning to get a workout in”
  • Jumin’s boss patted his wife’s stomach
  • “You have been looking a little bloated, but nothing one of your diets won’t fix!”
  • It was disgusting
  • But then, the way Jumin’s boss looked at you
  • Looked at your body
  • Made you feel even more disgusting
  • Of course, Jumin didn’t hear any of this
  • He was still running around collecting the stray tennis balls
  • So now here you are, several months later
  • Once you finished, you wiped your mouth             
  • You looked yourself in the mirror and put on a smile
  • But as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, that fake smile dropped
  • “J-Jumin?”
  • He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands
  • “How long?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • He looked up at you with a scowl
  • “How long?”
  • You slowly made your way over to him and sat down on the bed
  • Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at your husband
  • His eyes were red, and his hands were balled up, grasping the sheets of your bed
  • Was he shaking?
  • You looked past him to see a broken vase
  • …did he throw that?
  • “For a-a couple months.”
  • And that was all it took
  • He wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you unto his lap
  • He buried his head in your chest
  • “Why would you do this to yourself? You are everything I need, and everything I love in it. You’re my life. Why are you doing this?”
  • You sighed, telling him the story of his boss and wife
  • His grip on you loosened
  • “Jumin?”
  • He took you off his lap and stormed out
  • “Jumin where are you-“
  • You stopped when you figured out the answer
  • “JUMIN, WAIT!”
  • You ran out to catch him, but it was too late
  • Jumin tapped his boss on the shoulder
  • “Ah, Mr. Han-“
  • That was all he was able to say before Jumin broke his nose
  • But he didn’t stop there
  • Jumin followed him to the ground, continually punching his face
  • You were horrified
  • “JUMIN, STOP.”
  • He turned around
  • “But-“
  • “I said, stop.”
  • He stood up and straightened his jacket
  • Looking at the bloodied man now on the ground, he spit in his direction
  • He then looked up at his guests
  • “I believe it’s time you leave.”
  • He then retreat to you, hold you in his arms
  • “Never do that again,” you murmured.
  • He looked down at you
  • “Anything for you.”


  • It was around 2AM when you binged
  • Seven had just restocked all of his goodies, and you just couldn’t resist
  • You just hated what came next
  • You made your way down to the bathroom
  • What you had forgotten, in your tired state, were two critical things
  • 1. Seven never sleeps
  • 2. You didn’t shut the door
  • You pushed two fingers down your throat
  • The usual routine
  • Seven heard your gags and rubbed his sleepy eyes
  • “I guess MC came down with something…”
  • He pushed his chair away from his desk and went to go help you
  • “MC-“
  • He stopped when he saw the fingers in your mouth
  • you turned to him, eyes wide with fear
  • “Seven?”
  • the hacker stood still and continued to stare
  • he looked like his world was crumbling
  • you closed your eyes and prepared for one of Seven’s signature hugs
  • when you didn’t feel his arms around you, you opened your eyes
  • and what you saw
  • was the most heartbreaking thing you’ve seen to this day
  • Seven had slid down the wall and was hugging his knees
  • his glasses were off, and you could hear his sobbing and ragged breath
  • “Seven?”
  • “…I’m sorry.”
  • you could’ve have heard him correctly
  • did he just apologize?
  • you crawled over to him and lifted his face up
  • you stared into his red, watering eyes
  • “Did you say sorry?”
  • his bottom lip started to quiver
  • then he lunged forward you, wrapping his arms around you
  • his head found the nook of your neck
  • “Seven, please-”
  • “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn;t be strong enough for you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice before. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how beautiful you were more often. I-I’M SORRY I FAILED YOU.”
  • “You didn’t-”
  • “YES I DID! MC, you are the only person in this entire galaxy that I care about. Hell, if you cared about yourself even ¼ as much as I do, you’d have an ego like Zen’s.”
  • you giggled, despite the situation
  • “There is no creature on this earth that could describe your beauty, MC. Not even an angel is enough. God knows I don’t deserve you. But here you are, trying to change the way you looking, thinking you could improve. MC, you can’t perfect perfection. There is no ‘better’ when it comes to you. You are the holiest of holies, the queen among queens, a Goddess among angels. So please. No more.”
  • He unraveled himself from you, and kissed your forehead.
  • “I love you. Let’s get some sleep.”
  • he stood up and extended his arm to help you up
  • but you just sat there
  • trying to comprehend what he just told you
  • “…the entire galaxy… no creature on the earth…perfect perfection… “
  • a Goddess among angels

So hey, @mossandmushroom ? I was cleaning out my mail the other day and I found an ancient ask prompt about a post-Underworld conversation. I haven’t written any fic since I think November, I’m rusty, this is only 500 words long and pretty raw, but here you go. :)

Emma traced the line of the dagger on Killian’s forearm, the curled letters of Milah’s name. “You want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know.” He didn’t ask what she meant. The street light cast a steady glow across the bedroom floor. Rain pattered on the window as the promised storm made its approach, and a draft moved the curtains. They would have to fix that before winter, Emma thought.

“Been a while since we got back.” Weeks now of normal skies, and not the threatening red of the Underworld – for values of normal that include dirigibles and the occasional dragon, anyway. Weeks of holding each other when they could, too many days spent with Emma’s secret nibbling at her peace.


She curled her fingers around his wrist and pulled his arm closer around her, his chest pressed against her back. Things were better now, since the truth was out. Whatever came next, they were together.

“There’s little gain in pondering it.”

“I don’t know, you might feel better.”

A minute passed before Killian’s sigh stirred the hair on the back of her neck. The house creaked as if in answer. She had gotten used to its noises in the sleepless, haunted nights before he died.

“I would have liked to see her. I don’t know what I would have said, after this long. Nothing she didn’t always know, most likely.”

“You’ve never talked about her much.” Another pause followed. She wanted to turn around, to see the thoughts move across his face, but she didn’t move, just listened to his steady quiet breath.

“She wanted new things, always. New lands, new stars, new songs in her ears and her lips. I cannot imagine how it must have been, to wait in that same shadow of a town for centuries. And now….”

Emma squeezed his arm again. “I don’t think we can believe much that Hades said. Things had already changed there, before you left, with the river. She’ll find her way onward.” And if not, Emma thought, when we return, whenever that is – we’ll make it happen. The Oracle’s words returned to her, like a particularly tiresome song on the radio, told her that it might not be a long wait. “I really liked her. For whatever that’s worth, I mean. I’m glad I got to meet her.”

“And I, however ill the circumstances.” He withdrew his arm from her grasp, moved her hair, and kissed the back of her neck. “I love you, Emma.”

“Mm.” She smiled at both his words and that he seemed to think she needed to hear them just then. “I love you.” She fumbled around and dragged the comforter up. “Should get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day.” Magic scissors, honestly, what’s next? Hairpins, maybe. We already did hats. She fell asleep still smiling.

outbraves  asked:

Gets on one knee. Opens a little black box containing a detergent pod and one of Sans' dirty socks. ❝ UNDYNE——— ❞ He smiles devilishly. ❝ *LET'S CLEANSE THE UNCLEAN.* ❞

   fuhuhu ! ” she’s already clearing out the WHOLE washing machine. this year old ketchup covered sock truly needs it’s OWN load. “ i thought you’d NEVER ask !

Laird Derek of clan Hale accepts the squire from clan Stilinski somewhat reluctantly.  His last squire was incompetent and lazy, choosing to stare up at the clouds rather than perform his duties and clean Derek’s mail of mud.  

Except, it turns out Stiles is the exact opposite.  A good worker, and an excellent swordsman, Derek happily takes him under his wing, teaching him all he knows about swordsmanship and lairdship.  All goes well until Derek finds himself falling for his pupil, but little does he know, Stiles feels the exact same way.      

(I’m writing a short oneshot for this because Sterek in kilts is everything, I’ll post it on my AO3 when I finish it)

June 19, 2015

Friday! I had the day all to myself (finally!), and I decided to do a couple of things and errands since I had the time. I had to pick up a mail key, check my mail, clean my room… I actually finally finished decorating the walls, as you can see here! And at some point, I managed to put film into my old Zenit.

Course, after last night’s festivities, I didn’t really get out of bed until late morning.

By evening, I had to be at work, from 18:00 till 02:00. My head hurt, so my coworkers were kind enough to let me leave early, somewhere around 00:30. 


Roma made sure to keep herself busy that day. Breaking up with someone was one thing, but trying not to freak out and scream and cry was another. She felt pretty satisfied after it was all over, but man, did she want to tell someone about it. Specifically, her best friend. Since Danny was going to be busy for hours on end, Roma filled her time with basketball, fishing, video games, and eventually (and reluctantly) starting to clean out her e-mails. She kept forgetting to check them…


There was one from Danny. It was apparently from a few months ago. About the same time she got released from the hospital.

Might as well read it, although she’s sure it wouldn’t be important since the boy had never brought it up…

Because It’s You

Pairing: Yunhyeong X Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3,438

Request: HI~ Can you do a scenario with a jealous Yunhyeong? Maybe angsty but with a fluffy happy ending? Thank you! -anonymous

Because you were more of an early bird, there was just something about being awake passed midnight that made you slightly uncomfortable. Some people found it peaceful when the moon and stars were out and how there were less people seen and heard outside in the streets. You, on the other hand, could not stand it. There were some nights that were never quiet to you. In your mind, it was chaos.

Thoughts of the past, the things you regretted doing, the things you wished you had done, your future - they all crept in your head for the next hour in two while you laid in bed. For the third night this week, you thought about your argument with Yunhyeong again.

You never saw him so mad. The anger in his eyes were clear, and that was not the only thing that made you want to freeze up and disappear. You remembered the bitterness in his voice with every comment afterwards. “Are you really going to ignore my feelings like this?” “Stop pushing me away.” “Fine, if that’s really what you want, I hope this is the last time we ever speak to each other again.”

He was so mad at you that he snapped at you in front of everyone around, his six best friends and even her. Kang Jia. She was a beautiful model that was rising to fame, and she had the biggest crush on Yunhyeong. You could never compete with her. Not only did she look flawless but she was smart and kind, too. She graduated from one of the top colleges in Seoul, and when she had time, she would volunteer to do charity work.

Yunhyeong was also popular. You could tell when you were in high school, and all of the other girls would always stare at him and whisper to each other. When the girls would have a vote to see who was the most handsome boy in school, Yunhyeong was always number one. On Valentine’s Day, he received a lot of sweets and gifts and even love confessions. Of course he did. He was the type of boy that parents would approve their daughter to marry with almost no hesitation. You did not deserve someone like him. He definitely did not deserve someone like you.

Your phone suddenly dinged twice, and since you were already looking through your phone instead of sleeping, you read the text right away. One message was from your best friend while the other was from Bobby.

Best friend: I could not sleep knowing that my best friend is having trouble sleeping ㅠㅠ  I’m still mad that Yunhyeong yelled at you like that. Should I go find him & beat him up now?

Bobby: He was wrong to have acted out like that, but he really likes you, (Y/N). He’s really frustrated that you keep on pushing away even when he’s confessed to you… If you don’t like him (wHICH WOULD BE A LIE SINCE I KNOW YOU DO), why don’t you just tell him instead of always trying to change the subject like you never heard him? ;;

You replied to your best friend Ara first.

You: It’s 2 AM? Don’t go beating people up while they’re sleeping, lol… I’m ok. Really. Now go to sleep. You have work tomorrow. We can talk later. Good luck~ Love you ^^

You opened up Bobby’s message to reread again. You sighed, not wanting to answer him at all, but that would only result into him spamming you until you replied. Besides, with the read receipts on, he already knew you read the text.

You: I don’t like him. He doesn’t even want to speak me anymore, ok? He doesn’t like me, either. Can’t you just forget about it & sleep?

Bobby: Even through text I know you’re lying.

You: He likes Jia.

Bobby: No. You want him to like Jia. Every time one of us tries to help you and Yunhyeong get closer together, you always bring her up. “Oh, I saw Jia’s recent photoshoot.” “Hey, we should invite Jia to come along with us.” When we leave you and Yunhyeong alone (on purpose btw if you were so oBLIVIOUS), you would call out to Jia so that she would join you both. Idgi, (Y/N). If you like him, why are you pushing him to like another girl?

“Because…” you whispered, staring blankly at the phone screen. Because you were never popular at school. Because you did not look like a model. Because you were never if the top percentage of your school. Because you could be the meanest person alive if someone irritated you even a little. Because you have always done charity work to look good on your college applications and not because you wanted to. Your lips began to tremble a little thinking about yourself, and you held back your tears as you typed back a response.

You: Because, I told you. I don’t like him. Goodnight, Bobby.

Turning off your phone and placing it beside you, you flipped your body so that your face was buried in your pillow, and your tears were muffled. You hated the late nights. They were never really quiet for you.

Your face looked bloated like a pufferfish the next morning, but you hurried to do your morning skincare routine to remove any signs of last night’s tears. You did not have any plans for the day, but you were sure there were some errands to get done. As you soon as you finished brushing your teeth and left the bathroom, you immediately thought about a number of tasks to keep you busy after breakfast: getting the mail, cleaning up the house, doing laundry, buying groceries for the week, redecorating your room and calling your parents.

You heard your phone ring from your room, and you jumped onto your bed, grabbing and answering it right away. “Hello?”

“(Y/N)! Do not make any plans for today!” Ara yelled excitingly. “Thanks to me, the bestest friend in the whole entire universe, you are going to be going on a blind date!!”

Quickly, your eyes widened, and you sat up straight. “Blind date?! I don’t want-”

“Don’t say ‘no’ yet, please,” your friend whined. “He’s a friend’s friend, and I think you two would get along. His name is Jisung. His family’s not rich, but he makes pretty good money from being a company employee. He’s the same age as you. My friend also told me that he gets more charming as you get to know him. This can be your first step of forgetting about Yunhyeong!”

Yunhyeong. Your heart sank. It has been half the week since you two have spoken to each other, but your best friend was right. In order to forget about him, you needed to find someone else to be with, someone you matched well. Jisung could be that someone. “Okay, I’ll meet him. Where and when exactly?” you asked.

“Yay!” cheered Ara. “Meet him at the coffee shop near that big company at 12:30. You know, your favorite coffee shop that we always go to with the guys. Wear something really pretty. Have fun! Tell me about it afterwards.”

Ara hung up right away, and you looked towards your closet. “Something pretty…” you murmured to yourself, rolling off of your bed and heading to the living room. “I can decide after breakfast. I guess I do have plans.”

“He’s thinking about (Y/N) again,” Chanwoo commented as he slid another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

Yunhyeong, having heard the youngest’s comment, snapped back right away. “I am not!”

Chanwoo rolled his eyes. “Really? Is that why you didn’t hear me ask you like four times what kind of cereal you wanted to eat?”

Bobby, hearing the two bicker, scoffed and lightly smacked Chanwoo’s head. “Go eat in the kitchen with everyone else.” Chanwoo frowned.

“I was just stating the truth…”

After Chanwoo disappeared into the kitchen, Bobby took a seat right next to Yunhyeong on the couch. “Are you going to mope around all day today, too?”

Yunhyeong leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, letting out a groan. “I’m not moping at all…” That was a lie. Trying to ignore you was the most difficult thing he has ever done. He did not like it one bit. He should not have spoke to you harshly like that, and he regretted it. Now he was like a fool, sitting and wondering what you were up to. Were you still mad at him? Did you really think that he did not want to speak to you anymore? Were you eating and sleeping well? Did you miss him like he missed you?

“You should go see her,” Bobby mumbled.

“She probably doesn’t want to see me…” Yunhyeong answered, opening his eyes again, looking at the younger friend.

Bobby let out a small laugh. “She said the same thing about you, but that’s because you said so yourself that you never wanted to speak to her again. It’s crazy because I can totally tell that you two really do want to see each other and be together.”

“Should I go see her?” Yunhyeong asked.

“Do you want to?” Bobby countered.

Yunhyeong stood up from the couch. He ran his hands through his hair and thought about you, drawing your features in his mind. That was when he made his decision. He replied softly, but with determination. “More than anything.”

No one answered the door at your house, and you were not picking up calls from him at all. Anxious, he sent a quick text to Ara.

Yunhyeong: Do you know where (Y/N) is?

A fast response returned.

Ara: Why should I tell you? Oh, wait. Maybe I should. She’s at a blind date…probably with a guy who is better than you ><

“A blind date?!”

Yunhyeong switched to calling Ara right away. He could not believe the text he just read. “A blind date?!” he repeated when she picked up.

“Yes, blind date! With Choi Jisung, same-aged company worker who is more charming the more you get to know him. I am not! I repeat, am not! Going to let you ruin it for her, Song Yunhyeong,” Ara warned. “Not after that jerk move you pulled.”

“Where is the blind date held?” Yunhyeong questioned, sternly.

He heard Ara click her tongue on the other line. “Hey, didn’t you hear me?” she replied. “I told, I am not going to let you-”

“Ara. Where is she?”

The moment you stepped into the coffee shop, you began to fidget, nervousness hitting you. You had straightened your hair even more and wore a little bit of make-up. You picked out the nicest gray cotton shirt you could find and paired it with a white skirt and a small teardrop necklace. Hopefully, it impressed your blind date.

Your eyes searched the shop until you spotted a guy in his 20′s wearing a suit and looking your way. Figuring out that it was your date and bracing yourself, you walked towards the guy. Ara was right. As you observed him, he did not look like the general ideal type of many girls, but there was absolutely charming about him. “Are you Jisung?”

“I am.” He smiled. It must be the bright smile. “You must be (Y/N). You look really pretty. Please, have a seat.”

You blushed, a little flustered at the compliment but took a seat. “I hope you don’t mind that I ordered for you,” Jisung apologized. “Is kiwi juice okay?”

You nodded and felt the corners of your mouth go up. “I love kiwi juice.”

Fifteen minutes into your date with Jisung, you found out that he asked his friend to set him up on a date because he wanted to be in a relationship now after focusing so much on work. When his friend received a photo of you from Ara, Jisung thought that it would be nice to get to know you. From his order, you also noticed that he was an espresso guy, probably one of the ways he keeps himself up and working long hours. He looked attractive taking a sip from the cup of coffee. You were really worried that he would have been a mismatch with you, but he seemed like a good guy.

He seemed normal, a point that would not burden you if you were in a relationship with him…unlike how it might be if you were Yunhyeong. You could not imagine what people would say when they saw you with him. You even heard the mean comments just by being friends with him.

“She’s not even of the same status as Yunhyeong.”

“He wouldn’t like someone like her.”

“Does she really think hanging around him will get him to fall for her? Come on. He’s friends with Kang Jia.”

Ah, I shouldn’t think of him when Jisung is sitting right in front of me, you thought to yourself, having caught your thoughts drifting to Yunhyeong. Shaking anymore thoughts of him away, you looked back up at Jisung. Jisung began to talk a little bit about himself, mostly about his hobbies. As you listened, you smiled and picked up your cup of kiwi juice again and took a sip.

Slurping down on your drink, you did not notice that you were almost done with it until you no longer saw juice in your cup. Jisung also noticed and stopped his talk to look at you. Your cheeks became pink from embarrassment. He was only halfway through his espresso. “I am so sorry,” you laughed softly. “I must be nervous or something that I drank so fast.”

You stood up while you held the empty cup. “I’ll go order another one.”

Jisung chuckled and nodded his head over to the counter. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I think it’s cute. I’ll wait here for you.”

Giving him another smile, you turned around and made your way over to the register. Halfway, you received a text from Ara.

Best friend: How is the date doing?! ^^

You: It’s actually going great! I honestly wasn’t expecting anything.

Best friend: Great! That’s good that you’re hitting it off, but…

You: But?

You walked up to a coffee shop employee. “Can I get another kiwi juice please? Thank you.” Your phone dinged once more, and you quickly read it as you waited for your drink to come out.

Best friend: Yunhyeong knows where you are. He’s probably on his way to see you right now ;; Sorry!

Before you could reread the message to make sure you read it correctly, the bell chimed, indicating a new customer’s entrance, and there was just a feeling that settled in your chest. You looked up to find that that feeling was spot on.

Your hand felt like it was on fire when Yunhyeong reached out and grabbed it, holding tightly. “Let’s go,” he said as he started to pull you out of the shop.

“W-Wait, Y-Yunhyeong,” you babbled as you switched views between him, the confused employee who had your drink ready, and Jisung who was just as puzzled at what was going on. You tried to pry Yunhyeong’s grip off of you, but to no avail, he was stuck to you like glue. “I can’t just leave! I have someone waiting for me. Actually, two somebodies!”

Yunhyeong continued to ignore your comments and pulled you farther and farther away from the coffee shop, away from Jisung. Once you met another street, Yunhyeong finally loosened his hold of you but not letting go. You glanced over at him and then remembered that it was four days since you two last saw each other. He made it clear that he did not want to speak to you ever again. “What are you doing?” you asked him.

“I like you, (Y/N),” Yunhyeong confessed. Even though you had heard it before, it still made your heart do somersaults.

You bit your bottom lip. “I know…”

He then directly made eye contact with you. You wanted to look away and tell yourself not to fall in love with those eyes again, but you could not. “I know you like me, too,” Yunhyeong told you. “So, why are you out going on a blind date with some guy you don’t even know while I was at home worrying about you nonstop? How come he had a chance with you when he barely met you, and you can’t even openly reciprocate your feelings for me?”

“But Jia…”

Yunhyeong let out a frustrated yell, receiving a few looks from other people on the streets. He dropped your hand and moved both of his to your shoulder, squeezing them. Now, you could not look away from him even when you tried. You saw it again, anger flickered in his eyes. Your heart wanted to explode. “I don’t like Jia! (Y/N)! Stop it. She’s not you.”

Unable to keep your emotions bottled up any longer, you spilled. “I know she’s not me and that’s exactly why! Don’t you get it, Yunhyeong?!” Tears also began to spill as your words did. “I don’t deserve to be with someone like you. Why would you date me when there’s Jia who is popular among everyone?! Everyone likes her, so it only makes sense that you would. She likes you, too! I don’t want people to talk bad about you when they see you date someone like me, a nobody. Someone who is less than Jia. I like you, too, Yunhyeong, but I can’t help but imagine how much you will regret it when you’re with me and then see her again…” You covered your eyes and continued to cry, finding it difficult to make the waterworks stop. You felt so any emotions at once.

You were crying so much that your chest started to hurt, but you also felt relief from emptying the heavy feelings that you held all this time. Also, you did remember that you were in the middle of the busy streets in front of Yunhyeong which was embarrassing.

Arms wrapped around you, and you felt a weight on top of your head. In a more soothing voice, Yunhyeong spoke. “Is that what was bothering you all this time? That you weren’t enough for me?” You noticed your tears staining his shirt, but he did not seem to care. “(Y/N), I want you. I don’t care what anyone says at all. I don’t want someone who is perfect like Jia. She’s a good friend, but she isn’t someone who I see as a girlfriend.”

You felt him stroke your back as to comfort you as he continued. “I want someone who isn’t busy all the time and can be comfortable around me and my friends. Someone who looks good whether she wears makeup or not. A girl who worries but is able to tell me all about it so that I can be there for her. She doesn’t have to be the smartest or the prettiest. She just needs a kind heart, and she just needs to love me. You’re who I want to be with, (Y/N). I honestly don’t think I’ll regret choosing to do so.”

“And I just can’t stand seeing you with another guy. When I heard that you were going on a blind date, I thought that I was going to go crazy. I thought, ‘What if I had to meet him if he became your boyfriend? Could I handle that? Could I just let the girl I like be touched, hugged and kissed by someone who wasn’t me?’ I didn’t know I could be so jealous.”

He pulled you away to look at your puffy, red eyes, and he laughed as he wiped your tears away. “Did I make you cry this much?” he chuckled. “Ara’s right. I am a jerk. I’m sorry for doing what I did in front of the others. I should not have let my feelings cloud our conversation and yell at you.”

“You’re not a jerk…” you sniffled.

Yunhyeong beamed. “You’re so cute.”

Taken aback by his compliment, you were even more surprised when Yunhyeong leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. You knew his lips were soft from the lip balm he usually wore, but you did not think if would feel as soft as a fluffy marshmallow. Then, you felt his soft lips on you again, but this time on your own lips. You were pretty sure there was nothing better than that - having someone who liked you just the way you are.

House Payne, Sworn to Lannister

House Payne is a noble house from the Westerlands and one of the principal houses sworn to House Lannister. Their arms are purple and white chequy with gold coins in the checks. 

Some noteble Paynes are Ser Ilyn Payne and Podrick Payne. Ser Ilyn was captain of the guards for Lord Tywin Lannister, Ilyn had his tongue torn out by Aerys for saying Tywin truly ruled the Seven Kingdoms.After Robert’s Rebellion, Ilyn was named the King’s Justice as a deference by King Robert Baratheon to Tywin.

Podrick is another Payne, he is the squire of Tyrion Lannister and later Brienne of Tarth. He is from a cadet branch of House Payne and a distant cousin of Ser Ilyn Payne. Podrick was born a member of a lesser branch of House Payne. His father was a squire to richer cousins and his mother was a chandler’s daughter. His father died in the Greyjoy Rebellion and his mother abandoned him when he was four years old and ran away with one of the cousins his father had squired for. He ended up with Ser Cedric Payne who took care of him, although he might have treated him more like a servant than a relative. Ser Cedric took him along to tend his horse and clean his mail, when Lord Tywin Lannister called his banners at the start of the War of the Five Kings. Ser Cedric died in the fighting in the Riverlands. Pod, alone in the army, attached himself to the hedge knight Ser Lorimer, who was part of Lord Leo Lefford’s troops and charged with protecting the baggage train. Ser Lorimer stole a ham from Lord Tywin’s personal stores and was hanged for it, but Podrick, who had shared the ham, was spared due to his family’s name. Then Podrick Payne passes into the service of Tyrion Lannister as his squire after Tyrion joins the Lannister forces in the Riverlands. He is so quiet that Tyrion on one occasion makes him stick his tongue out to confirm that he has not lost it, as his relative Ser Ilyn Payne did. Tyrion suspects that Podrick has been assigned to him as some cruel jape.

The Maid of Tarth had been betrothed three times, but she had never been courted until she came to Highgarden.
Big Ben Bushy was the first, one of the few men in Renly’s camp who overtopped her. He sent his squire to her to clean her mail, and made her a gift of a silver drinking horn. Ser Edmund Ambrose went him one better, bringing flowers and asking her to ride with him. Ser Hyle Hunt outdid them both. He gave her a book, beautifully illuminated and filled with a hundred tales of knightly valor. He brought apples and carrots for her horses, and a blue silk plume for her helm. He told her the gossip of the camp and said clever, cutting things that made her smile. He even trained with her one day, which meant more than all the rest.
—  Brienne of Tarth - A Feast for Crows

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