[daydia]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ daydia is a dependent, multi-muse blog associated with palmviewfm .

penned by day | 27 | she/her | est

m u s e s

✧ a-rin "aj" jang | 28 | she/her | landscaper/business owner

✧ nayara monye | 26 | she/her | science teacher

✧valentín herrera | 48 | he/him | therapist

[daydia]

closed starter with: @snnydaze where: the jang residence

"before we begin karaoke, there's something very important we must do." arin said around the chunk of cinnamon roll in her mouth, her tone serious as she set her laptop up on the cofee table. she plopped down next to sully on the couch, the weight with which she landed jostling him a bit. her dad was watching baseball in the family room nearby, ready to join them once the karaoke began - he was going to blow them both out of the water, arin had a feeling. her cousin was working, though, a detail she'd been too scared to reveal to sully just yet.

"if you're going to sing with the jang household..." she paused for dramatic effect as she held up a finger, "you must officially choose a korean name for yourself." it was common practice among many korean-americans to have both korean and english names, and she knew sully only had the latter. "what do you think? are you game?"

[dilvtedd]

@daydia

LOCATION: valé and nora's home, early morning FOR: valentín herrera

SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW much longer she could do overnights -- as she inched closer to the beginning of her fifties. and yet, the notion only shows itself as a whisper. not that she'd ever admit it aloud anyway. and yet, the mask slowly begins to drop the closer she inches to home -- through every exhale and every broken breath. sometimes, she wonders what she did to deserve such an incredible life to go home to. it's what keeps her going, through the grueling work weeks -- because it's all for the both of them. she hadn't even expected to go in after all, she'd been paged. a complicated surgery that they needed her to oversee, during a time when the honor and prestige of her title seems to momentarily wear off. and yet, when she was scrubbed in -- it really is an honor to save lives.

when she finally enters their home -- she feels like a zombie. a far cry from the woman she'd been when valé had first fallen for her. and yet, the look on his face remains exactly the same. her duffle bag soon falls to the floor ( in a perfect corner of course -- it does matter to nora after all, to still keep a tidy home ) before she quietly wraps her arms around her husband in an embrace.

" 'm sorry. " she eventually begins quietly, murmuring against his chest. " i probably smell like shit. "

after a moment, with her arms still wrapped around him -- she meets his gaze. any stress, any fear, it melts away and gives into her devotion for him that's never wavered. the one person she doesn't have to perform for. it once had been a terrifying thing but now? it was relieving. " did you sleep well, amor? "

[daydia]

since nora had started working night shifts, her days would end while valé's began. he'd just finished eating breakfast, sipping slowly on his coffee while he did the daily wordle. diver. nora would have probably figured that one out faster.

just as he thought of her, the door creaked open to reveal his very tired but very beautiful wife. she looked as though she was about to fall over - not an uncommon sight lately - and he quickly closed the distance between them. he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, which he guessed also kept her from slumping to the ground. "well, i think you're... the shit?" his statement ended with a question mark, even though it was supposed to be a compliment. he chuckles softly, the sound muffled into her shoulder. "isn't that what the kids say?"

he loosened his hold only slightly to look down at her, spying the tiredness in her eyes. but he also noticed the faint smile lines around her mouth, the tiniest gray curl poking out from her hair - signs of the life they'd lived together. he'd spent more of his life with nora than without, the thought of it being any other way made his stomach drop. he held her tighter.

"i slept well, darling. i always miss waking up to you, though." he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and then began to massage her shoulders, hoping to relieve at least some of the weight they'd carried into the early hours of the morning. "i made some extra breakfast if you've got an appetite. or do you want to go straight to bed?"

[daydia]

closed starter with: @ziss0u where: the herrera residence

"so who are you rooting for? because that will determine whether i'm nice to you or not." valé was just kidding, of course. he was always nice, but he also took fútbol very seriously. he'd wanted mexico to go all the way this year, but that hadn't gone very well, which left him on team spain for the final match. he and boone were waiting for the game to start, with coverage pulled up on the big screen in the herrera's living room. the two men sat comfortably on his couch, snacks and drinks neatly arranged on the coffee table before them. "hopefully the cup isn't the most exciting thing you have going on right now, though."

[daydia]

closed starter with: @golddvstfm where: so stylish

"so what's this about rescheduling so you could go on your honeymoon?" valé asked as he sat down in stella's swivel chair, and the younger woman draped a haircutting cape over his shoulders. they'd pushed his monthly appointment back a week, apparently so she could get married. "i didn't even know you were dating anyone - not that you need to tell me all of that. but marriage is a... pretty big step!"

[popurris]

the bluffs by sunny villa beach ▸ felipe & valentín @daydia

After skipping last time's "run", Felipe had committed to showing up for the groups next outing even if it meant being ten minutes late. Luckily, the group hadn't made it the far up the hill and he was able to catch up to Valentín with some brisk walking. "Hey! Made it!" he slowed to match Valés stride. "Forgot the yeti on my way out and had to stop by the gas station to grab some water. I know you probably would've shared yours, but I'd rather not make it a habit of swappin' spit. People might talk." A few of the more dedicated of the group began to sprint ahead. Having never been accused of being such, Felipe kept at his casual pace."So, did miss anything last week? Aside from Judith pitchin' her latest multi-level marketing scheme I mean."

[daydia]

valé was growing fond of his new little walking group - the combination of fresh air and friendly chats had proven to be effective for his stress relief. he couldn't deny he'd connected with felipe the fastest, for they had too much in common to not hit it off. so when he'd arrived to no felipe in sight, the second week in a row, valé frowned. he thought about texting the man - perhaps something was wrong. perhaps he'd bailed on the group altogether. it was almost as if his thoughts summoned his new friend, who suddenly appeared beside him. immediately, valé was laughing, "i'll make sure to bring an extra water next time with your name on it, then." he shook his head playfully as he and felipe fell into stride next to each other. "besides judith? it was really just meredith sharing the latest, very-expensive-sounding vacation she went on with her young, hot boyfriend. emphasis on 'hot' - her words, not mine. i would do meredith a disservice to quote her incorrectly, you know?"

[br1llare]

         mentoring the twelve-and-under kids is quinn’s favorite — it’s something he always looks forward to in the summer. he turns into an absolute big kid when he’s interacting with them, letting a few kids show off new tricks, and even mildly trolling the youngsters. it’s therapeutic, really; he needn’t think about his own game, simply experiencing the joy of one of the greatest sports. right now, they have wrapped up their mini practice — it’s friday, no serious drills, no serious plays. it’s all fun. he’s giving the kiddos a small pep talk when he hears a familiar voice. “ hey guys, look who’s — ” quinn barely finishes his sentence when the group scrambles away and skates towards valentin. “ — here, ” he says to himself, laughing as the kids circle valentin, everyone speaking all at once.

         “ everyone, say hi to dr h, ” quinn remarks once he’s skated to the group, grinning while he casually leans onto his hockey stick. quickly, he takes off his glove, fishes out his phone, and films the kids with valentin. quinn will forward the clip to him later. “ perfect timing. we were just done with our cool down, and it looks like they’re ready for a snack. ” he skates towards valentin, towering even more because of his ice skates. “ i don’t know what mrs h baked, but they smell amazing. ”

[daydia]

he's greeted by a chorus of "hiiiii, dr h"s, a scene that brough a hearty laugh from valé's chest. being on iceskates didn't stop the small humans from jumping for valé's box of pastries. valé remembered when his own kids were that young, and it was those memories of them that granted him the much needed patience he so expertly wielded around small children. today, he was wielding it like a shield, preventing himself from toppling over as he lead the hungry crowd over to the bleachers.

"the more culinary-inclined of the dr. h's whipped up some brownies with all of the spare time she has." well, valé was a good chef - especially when it came to cuban food - but nora knew her way around the oven better. "maybe we can get a picture of the kids with their brownies. i'm sure she'd love that." he set the boxes down on one of the benches, holding up a hand to the crowd so they'd pause. "one at a time, everyone." he said calmly, yet firmly, turning to quinn as the children filed in one by one for their post-practice snack. "i do hope all the sugar isn't going to backfire for you later."

[andrew-garfielld]

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[daydia]

closed starter with: @mxdnxghtvellxchor where: the herrera residence

valé was set along a familiar path as he gathered his things for work: coffee cup from the counter, keys from the entry table, shoes and satchel bag by the door. his old, leather satchel bag was slung over one shoulder, the hot cup of coffee and keys balanced in his opposite hand as he slipped on his shoes. he hummed a familiar tune - one of his favorite spanish songs - as he opened the door, ready for another ordinary day at work. what awaited him on the other side was far beyond his wildest guess, his wildest dreams - though he had dreamed of her. elena.

he stopped in his tracks, immediately going silent and frozen, eyes searching a face he hadn't seen in decades but recognized instantly. she looked well - that was his first observation. only then the questions surfaced. how was she here, when last he'd heard, she was living all the way across the country? why was she here, after all this time a part? by the way his stomach sank within his abdomen, he had a feeling it was nothing good. "elena. why... how...?" he trailed off, unusually lost for words - normally he always had the perfect ones at hand. "you're here."

[daydia]

closed starter with: @silversweetfm where: the jang residence

arin turned over in bed, eyes squinting as she checked the time on her phone. the light was almost blinding as the screen flickered on. 3:25 am. she threw her phone against her pillow in frustration, letting out a tired sigh. she had to get out of bed, otherwise she'd ruin her sleep schedule for the rest of the week. arms wrapped around herself, she quietly opened her bedroom door and padded out into the living room., fuzzy socks cushioning her steps across the hardwood floor

jae was still asleep on the couch. she froze for a moment as she pondered whether to wake him or not. he likely had an early shift, but she also hated being alone at times like these - with thoughts like these. she slowly crouched down next to the sofa, very gently shaking her cousin awake. "jae, wake up." she whispered softly, almost desperately. "i had a bad dream about dad again..."

[tut5ak]

“  Hey.  “  Clemence  holds  his  towel  in  one  hand,  brings  it  up  to  his  neck  to  wipe  away  a  few  drops  of  sweat  that  had  started  running  over  his  smooth  skin  there.  Today  wasn’t  any  hotter  than  most  other  summer  days  in  Palmview  but  he  was  leaning  towards  the  end  of  his  workout  and  exhaustion  had  started  to  claim  his  body.  One  more  set  then  he’d  move  on  to  the  sauna  and  shower  part  of  his  time  at  the  gym  but  [ … ]  he’d  seen  Arin  resting  between  sets  much  like  he  was  now  and  had  made  the  few  steps  over.  Months  and  months  of  passing  each  other  with  a  plight  nod  had  passed  ;  more  and  more  weeks  of  them  acknowledging  each  other’s  presence  until  he’d  asked  her  to  spot  him  bench  pressing  that  one  time.  Superficial  smalltalk  had  turned  into  regular  a  ‘  hello  ‘   and  a  few  more  weeks  down  the  drain  [ … ]   it  was  a  welcomed  part  of  the  workout  to  hear  a  familiar  voice.  “  Training  shoulders  ?  “  The  tall  brunette  asked,  eased  into  the  conversation  smoothly.  “  If  you  keep  going  like  that  you’ll  be  lifting  more  than  I  do.  I  wasn’t  aware  we  were  in  competition  suddenly.  “  Sheepishly  he  teased–  never  rude,  never  impolite,  just  enough  to  make  it  past  the  awkward  warm  up  of  a  conversation.   : @daydia

[daydia]

the gym was like a second home to arin, so it was only natural she'd grown to know its most frequent visitors by name. albeit subconciously, she'd memorized their workout schedules, and had some sense of who she could anticipate when. clemence happened to share a similar workout schedule to her own. she'd surprised herself by actually looking forward to bumping into him, rather than keeping to herself like she usually did. he was usually fun to chat with, and he made an excellent spotter, to boot.

as she rested in between sets, spraying water into her mouth from her water bottle, the man in question approached. "aren't i always?" she chuckled breathlessly, still a bit red in the face from her last few reps. anyone who worked out with arin on the regular knew back and leg days were her favorite. "don't tempt me, clem. everyone knows i have a hard time turning down challenges." she squatted down on the floor, stretching her neck left and right as she continued to rest. "you looking to borrow the bench? i'll spot if you need one."

[strynights]

"never fear, for sushi is here!" marisol announced the second she reached the truck, lifting the takeout container up like she was presenting some priceless treasure before breaking into a laugh at her own theatrics. she climbed up into the truck bed beside arin, settling into the offered spot and carefully placing the food between them before opening the container. "also, i might've gone a little overboard. i'm sorry. i just couldn't decide on stuff." she gave her friend an apologetic smile, though she wasn't the least bit sorry that they now had a mountain of sushi.

marisol picked up a piece, taking a bite before immediately humming happily around it, eyes briefly closing in approval. "okay, yep. this was a fantastic idea, aj." she laughed softly before looking over at them, "it's nice to see you, you know that?" she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before taking another small bite. "how are you doing?" he eyes drift to the shop for a brief second as she finished off her piece of sushi, then back to her friend. "busy day?"

[daydia]

arin reached her hands out, making a gimmie-gimmie gesture as mari climbed into the back of her truck. she had no clue why such small pieces of food had her so delighted, but her starving stomach didn't really care. it just wanted to consume. "never apologize for getting too much sushi, you hear me?" arin said in a very serious tone. either they'd eat all of this themselves and have stomachaches after, or she'd bring the leftovers to her dad - with mari's permission, of course. the latter was probably the wiser option, as she did still have to return to work in approximately 28 minutes. arin sighed.

she opened a packet of soy sauce, using the lid of the sushi container to hold the dark and salty liquid. arin also grabbed a pair of chopsticks that'd come with the to-go order, cracking them apart before diving into the sushi. she and mari hummed in unison as they took their first bites. "i'm doing good, mari. better now that you're here, though." arin was tired, but when was that not the case. "busy and hot as all hell. sorry for making you eat outside, by the way. we must plan another lunch date soon, but next time, indoors."

[chasingthetide]

𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗡’𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗬𝗠. she was always within his eyeline. while teaching a class, he’d often find his gaze gravitating in her direction, even if only for a fleeting second, as though she possessed some magnetic pull, or perhaps he was simply seeking out the inexplicable comfort her presence always seemed to bring.

this time, however, every glance he cast toward the glass barrier separating his studio from the main gym was met with a sight that wasn’t her, leaving a heavy, sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach that slowly soured his usual upbeat disposition. even losing himself in dancing did little to help. the lack of messages from her since last night only deepened the unease. normally, jericho wouldn’t think twice about someone taking a while to reply, except this was arin. combined with not seeing her when she always stuck to her routine… something felt off.

it was while wandering through the gym, half hoping to spot her working out somewhere else and half lost in thoughts of the previous night, trying to figure out exactly what he could’ve said or done, that he finally caught sight of her.

high school… oh. there it was. his duet with willow. something so harmless ( in his opinion ) had somehow landed him in the doghouse. though it wasn’t as if her own rendition of your idol hadn’t caught his attention.

crossing one arm over his chest, his hand settled around the upper part of his opposite arm as he shifted his weight, his signature grin slowly spreading across his face. “i didn’t see you outside the dance studio, and i was beginning to think something had happened because you’re never late. but now i find you here and if i didn’t know any better…” he cocked a brow, his teeth catching lightly on his lower lip as his gaze lingered over her. “…i’d assume you were avoiding me.”

[daydia]

she'd made him think of her - occupied his thoughts for who knew how long - meaning her plan had succeeded. but he didn't have to see through it this quickly. then he grinned at her - that stupid grin that she very much wanted to wipe off his pretty little face - but she frowned back. "well clearly you don't know any better. i was just trying a new exercise that quinn showed me for my lats. the machine is all the way over here." she pointed to the machine she was now cleaning off, now making every effort to look at anything other than him. she knew he was probably still grinning at her, and it'd either cause her frown to crack into a smile, or make her angry. maybe both.

"haven't you heard what they say about assuming?" she was facing away from him as she continued to clean, but he could have still seen the roll of her eyes through her reflection in the mirror. perhaps she was being abnormally thorough with her cleaning today, making sure every centimeter of the machine was spotless. it sure was taking a while.

eventually, though, every inch was disinfected. she slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her water bottle, finally turning to face jericho again with a raise of her eyebrow. "if you don't actually need anything, i'm going to head out now. excuse me." he was blocking her path out, but she'd hardly let that stop her. she started past him, her shoulder bumping against his as she squeezed past.

[ziss0u]

it all just felt natural for shiva to be in this state with arin, it was as if the weight that she had been carrying alone and kept to herself ever since sinclair has passed disappeared, and it was specifically that pull that younger woman had on her. she still couldn't put to words what it could be. right now, she is focused on relishing whatever this is and not sending herself off the rails thinking all about it.

shiva finds herself leaning close, propping her elbow on the table and resting her cheek against her palm, humming at arin's response. "i may know some people previously from my old line of work who are now settling here in palmview, if there's any type of help i can provide, feel free to tell me anytime, okay, my love?" she gives her a small smile. "sometimes it's good to put a little bit of pressure on these contractors, they get too comfortable when that shouldn't be the case." she lets out a sigh. "hopefully they aren't like the ones i've crossed paths before when i did these inspections?" she asks.

"my mother has made sure i never forget where i came from, and food may have been her way with it." shiva couldn't help but reminisce a little. "i wanted to, arin. like i told you before, i'm not hoping for anything else in exchange. i just... want to be able to help, ease whatever struggles you go through, whether small or big. just... anything, arin. do not hesitate to tell me."

[daydia]

she enjoyed learning more about shiva, bit by bit. the more she learned, the more it made sense how shiva became so caring, and kind. shiva spoke of just wanting to help, expecting nothing in return, and arin didn't know what to say. "shiva, i..." arin trailed off, debating exactly the right words to use, if there were any. in the end, the buzzing of her phone decided for her. the young woman stiffened, her expression one of silent, budding panic as she immediately snatched up her phone. her eyes quickly scanned the screen, darting left to right, reading a text from jae's caregiver: something came up. i have to leave early today.

some tension left her shoulders as she realized her father was fine, but the task of finding a replacement was still before her. her cousin was at work - he always texted before heading into surgery. that just left arin, and there was never a circumstance where her plans would outweight jaeshin saving lives. arin quickly responded to the text: i'm on my way.

she squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. "i'm sorry but... i have to go. it's my dad." she didn't even look at shiva as she pushed out of her chair, the lovely dinner already forgotten as she started towards the door. arin knew shiva would understand, but she wished shiva didn't have to understand. she started shoving her feet into her work boots, bracing against the wall for support. "i'll make this up to you somehow. i'm... really sorry." something about the gentle way shiva looked at her made her feel like she needed to apologize another fifty times, even if that was the opposite of shiva's intention.

[gominsispam]

GO MINSI OIOI Collection 24

[br1llare]

          quinn counts the number of kicks arin did, and it’s a solid number. he smiles to himself as he follows her movements, his feet steady on the coping while he observes her form. briefly, he entertains the idea of filming her on his phone and sending the video clip to mr jang — it would make arin’s dad smile, quinn is sure of it. but he and arin have an agreement, and his word is as good as his bond. “ sorry — that’s on me, arin. mea culpa, ” quinn apologizes, hand on his chest. “ you totally killed that, by the way. come on, let’s high-five on it. ” he urges and offers his palm to her. “ how are you feeling? breathing still steady? ” quinn remembers arin being an occasional smoker, and proper breathing is key in swimming. “ when you’re ready, we’re gonna do five sets, yeah? you think you’re up for it? ”

[daydia]

arin reached up out of the pool, stretching her arm to give quinn a high five. "i'm feeling good, actually. i run a lot - gives me pretty solid stamina." it wasn't a brag - simply a fact. all the time she spent in the gym had to pay off, somehow. though, she assumed the adrenaline from her recent accomplish was fueling her, too. "five sets? ooo, you do know i like a challenge." she slapped the wet tile near quinn's feet before lowering herself back down into the pool. "count me down?" arin readied herself, launching off the inner wall once quinn reached the number one.

the first set was easy, as she'd just finished swimming the same length moments before. she waited a few seconds, caught her breath, then did the second set, and the third. by the fourth, her legs were burning with every kick, and by the last set, her legs felt like limp spaghetti noodles. once she finished, she had no choice but to cling to the side of the pool to keep herself afloat, legs too tired to even tread water. "fuck," she panted, pushing wet hair out of her face, "i'm gonna be so sore tomorrow."

[sunshinesfm]

hadley was so glad to see the reaction on arin's face when she had handed over the pastries. " of course, of course ! you know that i'm always more than happy to help you out with whatever it is that you may possibly need ! " knowing that people liked the bakery enough to keep on wanting to come back was something that had made her happy. the compliments given were always surely appreciated. " we sure do ! we've absolutely got bottled water that i can go and get for you. the walk sure can be a long one. " she'd say with a nod of her head. “ and in this heat ... ? no worries, i've got you covered. “ she went to the back and grabbed a bottle of water to slide over to arin. ” here you go ! and if you ever need anything else ? you know where i am. ”

[daydia]

"every time i'm here, i think to myself how aptly named this place is." hadley was quite literally a ray of sunshine, using her sweet words and sweeter pastries to lift up everyone's spirits - even arin's, whose spirit was notoriously stubborn. arin gratefully accepted the bottle of water, sliding the money she owed across the counter followed by a small, yellow envelope. "i actually have something for you today!" she tapped the envelope with her finger, "we heard it was your birthday soon, so we got you a little something." it was a simple birthday card filled with well wishes, and even arin's father had insisted on leaving a note. it wasn't entirely legible - his handwriting was still recovering along with the strength in his hands - but he had been determined to sign it himself.