hyeri had no idea what she was walking into. her friends had told her that they would be meeting her at the cafe, but that they had a friend joining them today who she didn’t know. they gave her a small description of what he looked like and sent a picture so that she wouldn’t have trouble finding him. she sighed softly. if they were coming late, why did she have to be here so early? she was scolded for leaving their other friend alone, which she couldn’t even really refute other than to say “well, he’s your friend, not mine.”
she decided that she had no where else to be, so she might as well just go. the weather was becoming warmer, so she looked past her winter jacket and instead, pulled on a coat. she wasn’t even sure how she should dress, but as it was a cafe, she supposed she would just look cute. that was reasonable, right? plus, it wasn’t like she was here for a date.
before she knew it, she was at the cafe and spotted the male they had sent a picture of. “hello!” she exclaimed as she stood by the table. “lee hyeri,” she noted, shooting out a hand at him. oh, she was pretty awkward in new meetings, but she hoped that her friends showing up later would diffuse the situation. “is this for me?” she asked, surprised that there was something in front of her chair. “we should get some more seats. the others will be coming soon.”
Jihoon had been fiddling with a clean napkin, staring out the window dazedly when he heard her voice, the anxiety of being stood up slowly eating away at him. Whipping his head in the direction the voice came from, he dumbly stared up at her for a few moments before he came to his senses, jumping to his feet with a red ears. “Pyo Jihoon,” he says, his voice trembling with embarrassment, shaking her hand. “Its nice to meet you. Please, take a seat.”
Yep, that was the best first impression. At least he didn’t stutter.
Lowering himself back into his own seat, Jihoon offered a shy smile and sipped on his coffee. “Yeah, I.. wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got you mango juice. I hope that’s okay?” Listening to her talk some more, Jihoon blinked. Was he supposed to be meeting with her friends too? Wait, what? “What time did your friends say they were coming?” He asked, pulling his phone out to quickly check if his friends mentioned a group date. Nothing. He cleared his throat, wondering if this was what he thought it was. “Are you.. um.. are you sure they’re coming?”
Joy walks into her workplace with enough excitement to rival that of her own students. It’s been months since the year began but still she feels just as giddy and just as happy as she did when she first walked in on her very first day. Being a preschool teacher has always been her dream and it wasn’t without great effort did she come to achieve it; all the fights she had with her parents and all the times she doubted herself seem so far away now that she’s finally doing what she loves most. The struggles had all been worth it, that much Joy knows, especially with every grin and giggle she receives from her very own students.
A quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall tells her that there isn’t much time left until the classroom gets filled up with the endearing noise of hyperactive toddlers. Perhaps to others such a scenario would be a nightmare but Joy braces herself, not out of worry, but out of her own desire to see, play and have fun with her students. Right on cue, footsteps pad through the wooden flooring and two pairs of arms grasp onto her legs just as she finishes putting the class’s latest finger paintings on display.
“Oh, hello!” She says with a grin, easily matching the twins’ very own. They grin up at her cheekily and continue to hug onto her legs like vines so Joy sets down the rest of the artworks to affectionately ruffle their hair. “Good morning to you both too. Did you two come here all by yourself or did you leave your appa behind again?” She asks knowingly - the looks on Seoeon and Seojun’s faces already giving her the answer she needed.
Sungjae barely has time to remind the boys to be good before they’re rushing off through the doors to their classroom, laughing cheekily as they raced each other to be the first to greet their teacher. Geez, why did the boys have to like women so much? They were definitely much too young to be have such interest in their teacher and their classmates. Nevertheless, Sungjae smiles and nods his heads to the other teachers, making his way to the twins’ classroom with their bags.
From outside he can hear Seojun and Seoeon laugh and the corners of Sungjae’s lips automatically curl up. He’d been blessed with a pair of twins who were always so happy and so energetic, despite them being troublemakers. He stands outside for a little while longer, listening to the twins rant about their night and then he knocks, pushing the door open.
“Good morning,” he greets, bowing his head to their teacher. Miss Joy was young, but she seemed to be passionate about her job and from what he’d heard from the other parents, her students loved her. Not only was she their favourite teacher, she was also rather pretty. It was no wonder why the twins liked her so much. “Seoeon and Seojun forgot their bags,” he chuckles, holding them out for his cheeky twins. He took the chance to sweep his kids up into a hug as they collected their bags, letting them go with a reminder to be good before meeting Joy’s eyes again. “I’ll be leaving them in your care again today.”
Flower Girl’s sadness took him by surprise. She usually seemed so bright and bright that seeing the tears on the cheeks was shock. Daichi didn’t know her. Nonetheless she had become a part of his daily routine, not that he would say that aloud. He wasn’t socially inept, he just found books and music more interesting than t.v shows or movies. Growing up in the country with his dad before moving to the city made him even more shy.
What in the world made him think he could handle a crying woman? Flower girl looked truly sad and it was upsetting. It was clear she had been startled by his sudden appearance. Looking around he tried to relax and sighed before passing her a tissue from his bag. “It’s clean- don’t worry.” Watching her with weariness he tried to come up with something else to say. “Miss Haruno asked about you today.” He began looking everywhere but at her. “She said something about some hydrangeas or something like that. I told her to call you aunt, don’t know if she got around to it.”
With his hands in his pockets, he finally met her eyes and smiled- or tried to. “Would you like me to walk you back? I mean cause it’s dark and you know perverts or worse could be lurking.” He spoke quickly hoping his awkwardness wouldn’t come off as creepy and just cute or something close to it. “Also my grandfather would kill me if he finds out I let you go back alone.”
Daichi had always been comfortable around books and didn’t really feel comfortable around people. Still seeing the girl looking so broken and sad was bothering him. Flower girl always went out of her way to be nice to him despite his cold personality and he felt like repaying some of that kindness. With hesitation he extended his hands towards her hoping she would accept the friendly gesture. “I don’t know if your aunt or my grandfather told you but I’m Daichi. Daichi Hino.” He left his hand extended towards her to help her up.
His personality might have been icy but his parents raised him a gentleman. Truth be told, he hoped she wouldn’t think he was weird or uptight. Months of seeing Flower Girl and not once had he cared about what she thought but for some reason seeing her cry changed that. Daichi couldn’t help but think that perhaps she needed a friend- not he could change instantly. Still he could try to be less cold tonight, for her.
Before Sana could say anything else, her tears fell. Hiding her face behind her hands, she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to control herself, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down, but the cold air only seemed to shock her system and she couldn't stop.
It takes her a few more minutes before her sobs are reduced to quiet sniffles and when he speaks again, this time she's not as surprised. Peeking through her fingers at his voice, she hung her head and took the tissue being offered to her, wiping her nose with a quiet thank you. She could hear the blood in her ears and her heart hammer against her chest. She was embarrassed-- the man she'd always tried to become friends with was here with her, watching her cry in the middle of the night. What would he think of her now?
"Miss Haruno?" Sana repeated in a whisper, wiping her eyes on her sleeve with the back of her hand. Sniffling, she raised her head to observe him, finding him looking everywhere; anywhere but at her. It's a mistake because it makes her heart squeeze and she almost feels breathless, but she forces herself to take deep breaths and fights the thought away for the moment because this was him: always a little shy and a little rough-- at least, that’s what Sana had always thought of him. So he can be a little sweet too. "Ah, I'll give her a call tomorrow morning. Thank you."
Her eyes widen when he suddenly looks straight at her, his eyes meeting hers. Would he find her weird for staring? "U-um," she stutters, lowering her head again to stare at the tissue between her fingers, picking at a clean corner. "I wouldn't want to bother you," she manages, her toes curling in her shoes. "Especially if you live in the opposite direction."
After that text, Sana didn't know what to make of herself. Maybe she'd always been forcing her friendship on him and maybe he didn't really like her. Maybe he'd always tolerated her because they worked in neighboring stores and maybe this was his way of making her leave him alone. But despite all of her thoughts, he still extends a hand to her and she follows it, her gaze coming up to meet hers again. Swallowing, she offers him the best smile she can muster, taking his hand to pull herself up.
"Minatozaki Sana," she introduces, stepping away quickly to bow and tuck some hair behind her ear. “Its nice to finally know your name, Daichi.” Licking her dry lips, she throws the tissue into a nearby bin and scuffs the toe of her sneakers against the dirt, watching it gather. “Thank you for the tissue.”
Jihoon sighed as he pushed the door to the cafe open, glad to be stepping out of the heat. Spring was almost in full swing, leaves and flowers beginning to adorn the bare branches of the trees and shrubs, insects beginning to come out of hibernation-- and so were arms and legs. Checking his phone, he finds he’s just a little early, joining the line to order a cold drink. Maybe he should order two? But what if his date doesn’t like coffee? Maybe a juice then? Everyone likes juice.
The line moves and Jihoon eventually gets to order, ordering an iced americano for himself and a mango juice for his date, taking a seat by the window. “I wonder if she’s coming..” He hums, running his fingers through his hair. It was as if being single was a sin, especially because spring was coming and in the words of his friends: what better way to start off spring than to have a girlfriend and to watch your love bloom?
Ugh. That was a terrible line.
Not that he didn’t want a girlfriend. It would be nice if he had one, but if it didn’t work out then oh well. The buzzer vibrates on the table and Jihoon gets up to collect the drinks, sliding back into his seat moments later. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited, taking deep breaths to will his heart to just calm down a little as he reached over to place the second cup in front of the second chair. He knew nothing about his date other than the confirmation from his friends that she’d be everything he’s looking for and that he should wear a red shirt... so he wore a red shirt. Hopefully she’d come?
Another day, another morning and another battle. Such was the fate of a parent. Every day was a struggle to get the kids fed, dressed and out the door on time so Sungjae could arrive at work on time, earn money and keep his little family afloat. Every day felt like a whirlwind of emotions, with stress and fatigue leading the race, but the amount of love he received in return meant he wouldn’t trade his boys for anything in the world.
“Yah, Yook Seojun! Come back here you--”
Early morning shrieks and laughter filled the small apartment as always, the twins diving onto the bed in the master bedroom to burrow under the blankets. Standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, a smile graced Sungjae’s lips as he watched the his sons’ heads pop out from under the blanket. Little rascals. “Don’t you want to see your pretty teachers and your pretty classmates today?” he asked, moving into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed. “Everyone will be sad if Seoeon and Seojun aren’t around today.”
“I don’t want to! I don’t want to!” Seojun giggled, starting to jump on the bed. Eventually Seoeon joined in and Sungjae sighed, checking the clock, their chant of I don’t want to, becoming background noise. They were late and at this rate, Sungjae would be late for his own job.
It takes another ten minutes to get the kids fully dressed, with their backpacks and their shoes, and then Sungjae is the one grabbing an apple to eat for breakfast, his bag and a light jacket before ushering the kids out the door. The next battle is to strap them into their seats and then to entertain them in the car, but somehow they manage to get to preschool and by the time he gets his kids past the main doors, Sungjae already feels like calling in sick to his work to take a day off. Hopefully school would tire the kids out enough for them to sleep early tonight.
The morning was going like any other. A long line at the coffee house, loud commuters and the cat that always brushed against his legs was there too. One thing was different though, no flower. When he got to his grandfather’s bookstore the flower shop next door was closed. Weird because every morning since he could remember the day handed him a flower and kept setting up as loud as always. Daichi always found it weird and mildly annoying but he took the flower anyway. Not only had his grandfather asked him to, he believed it would be rude not to. What happens to the other store is not my problem, he told himself once or five times during the day.
Around lunch time he saw the flowers being set up but went back to work. The day went by fine and by closing time he was ready to go home to read. He finished inside then went outside to lock and saw the flower store girl. They always closed at the same thing so that wasn’t a surprise still he thought something was off because she was quiet. Between bringing the chalkboard inside and locking up, he missed her. They always went different ways and guessed tonight wasn’t different- or so he thought.
A soft melody was playing through his earbuds when he saw a familiar figure sitting alone in a park bench at quarter to eleven. He was going to keep walking when he realized flower girl was crying. The only reason he approached was because it was dark and someone could murder her; that was all, he told himself. “Hey-” He hoped his voice didn’t startle her as he stood before her. “What are you doing out here? It’s dark, did something happen?” He was simply a concerned citizen. His question had nothing to do with how cute she was or how much he liked to see her smile, concerned citizen that as all.
She didn't usually feel like this.
She didn't usually feel so lost and lonely-- or rather, Sana never usually let herself feel like this. There weren't enough hours in the day, weren't enough days in a year, to feel so bad about herself and her life. There were others who were less fortunate than she was, who lead harder lives and while she realised it was absolutely okay to feel bad about her own situation, she tried not to be. Her philosophy was if she could make someone's day just through her attitude and a bright smile, then she was happy.
But you can't please everyone.
She didn't know if it was a drunk text or if it was honestly meant for her, but the ungodly hour at which her "friend" had sent the message at made her want to believe it was a drunk text. Who else would send that kind of message to someone you hadn't talked to in a while?
[sms] I hate your smile. It makes you look fake.
Her aunt would scold her for opening the flower store late, but Sana couldn't bring herself to care. Her aunt would complain to her dad and her dad might call, but all she wanted to do right now was lie in her bed and stare at the ceiling because what if she meant it and what if her other friends thought that too? What if they really weren't her friends?
She managed to pull herself together by midday, enough to grab her premade sandwich and make her way to the store. The bookstore beside their flower store was already open, but that was no surprise. They usually opened at the same time. Securing her apron around her waist, she got to work, setting the flowers out, watering them and tending to the ones at the back. Usually this brought her mood up, but this wasn't a usual case.
She'd tried singing to the flowers, talking to them like she usually did, but nothing would soothe the ache in her chest that was still around when it was time to close up. The flower shop closed at the same time as the bookstore beside them and Sana would make use of every opportunity to try and make the clerk in that store smile. He never seemed to want to and she had taken it upon herself as a personal mission to try and change his mood, even just for one day. But today she didn't have the energy for that, only offering him a slight smile and a nod of her head as they closed up.
Not feeling like going home just yet, Sana decided to wander the streets, walking in a large circle that would eventually lead her to her own home. The moon was well in the sky when she sat herself down at a park bench, her cheeks numb, her face probably flushed and her hands pressed deep into her jacket pockets. She didn't feel like dinner, nor did she feel like replying to any messages she had yet to reply to because what if she really was a fake?
She jumped as she heard a familiar voice, tilting her head back with wide eyes as she looked up at the man towering over her. He was... the clerk from the bookstore? "H-Huh?" she stutters, feeling something wet fall down her cheek when she blinked. Lifting a hand to her face, Sana brushed her fingers across her cheek and pulled her hand away to find it wet, licking her dry, cracked lips as she fumbled for a response.
"I'm heading home, I'm--" She could feel the urge to bawl bubble up in her chest at an alarming rate, almost sobbing as she tried to reply. "N-Nothing's wrong, I'm okay."
sorry I had a question about multimuse blogs bc I'm not really familiar with them: is it basically establishing a bunch of muses, and then rping interesting plots and using the muse you feel that's best appropriate for it?
hi anon! yeah, you’ve pretty much got the gist of it! just a thing to note: there are usually open and closed muses, where closed muses are created for specific partners and open muses interact with everyone. they’re usually labelled on blogs but you can always ask the mun if you’re not sure!
just some plots under the cut that i’d like to explore for the moment! if you’d like to take any of these, please like or send me a message to show your interest! multiple threads per partner is also totally okay so please don’t be shy!!!
specific aus
harry potter
tokyo ghoul
pokemon (i really want a water pokemon trainer taeil okay)
post-apocalyptic / zombies / dystopian
freedom wars
militia-mecha (aldnoah zero, gundam, rinne no lagrange, infinite stratos, kuromukuro, eureka seven and knights of sidonia are some examples)
general ideas
reunited childhood friends
soulmates
(poor) roommates
“i can’t stand my boss / coworker”
meeting a stranger on the internet and then becoming best friends because they keep talking to each other to relieve stress, but they don’t know each other’s real names or faces until one day they meet and bam, they actually know each other in real life
spies who hate each other but have to work together would be pretty cool
good friends + spontaneous camping / road trip + a little bit of flirting
movie nights + pillow forts and maybe fairy lights + pizza and popcorn + lots and lots of cuddles and flirting
a rainy day in where our muses just sleep in, cuddle, listen to the rain battering against the window, decide to stay in, binge watch and argue about their favourite drama while cuddled up on the couch in big warm comfy sweaters, covered in a comfy blanket and maybe they fall asleep on each other for a while and just lots of cuddles?
a single parent and their lover
two single dads who are terrible at childcare but they do their best for their kid and somehow they meet, get together because their kids love having each other over and they start helping each other out when they need it
so under this cut is going to be a long, long list of names that i’d love to either play or play against, but please do not feel obliged to follow this list! follow your heart and be free!
also, you’re very welcome to suggest other fcs you’d like to see for a specific plot that aren’t on this list-- i’d love to take a look at your suggestions.
note: all fcs with an asterisks ( * ) beside their name are underage and will not be used in any nsfw plots.
hi guys, i’d like to get some 1x1s up and running! please feel free to hit up my messages if you’re interested, or if you like this little post then i’ll come and bug you instead! i’ve got some plots and fc lists in the making so they’ll be up soon, but in the meantime, brainstorming is cool!
