DO NOT THROW ANYTHING ON AN IDOL!! It doesn’t matter if it’s just a stuffed animal, a banner or anything else. Do not throw anything on them. It’s understandable that you want them to find and play with your stuff but don’t aim at them. Throw them on stage when no one is around.
Chanyeol might have brushed it off today and acted all cute, but you don’t know what might happen in the future. Someone might get hurt so please stop aiming the idols/ throwing stuff on stage.
We only have one regret. It’s that we let Kakeru die. Even if it were an accident, we still wouldn’t be able to save Kakeru. I want him to let us carry his troubles with him. I don’t want him to choose death as his resolve. Please… I want you to save Kakeru’s heart.
I sat on a mossy rock at the edge of the creek bank, ever so carefully dipping my toes in the water, hoping it might help me cool off after a long day. The air was laden with the noises of buzzing cicadas and water trickling over rocks and stones, all creating a peaceful hum for me to relax.
I hiked up my kimono, tucking the extra fabric under my legs so I could reach my foot in farther. Immersing it in the cold water all the way up to my ankle, I shivered but it felt so good on my sore and tired feet. I closed my eyes and tried to forget the stress from earlier- only focusing on the cool, refreshing water.
My mind was not so easy to tame.
“Take these to Lord Hideyoshi please,” Masamune had requested, handing me a few scrolls of battle records from Mitsunari. “And behave yourself, lass - I know how irresistible Lord Hideyoshi is with women.” He teased. I rolled my eyes.
I accepted them and eagerly made my way to Hideyoshi’s manor. The past few days had been drama free with him, I hadn’t felt the usual uncertainty that came with spending time with him. That would have been the everlasting see-saw of did he like me or was he just being nice, heavily doused in flirting, but then he did that with everyone. I could never tell what his intentions were.
Turning the corner I saw the entry to Hideyoshi’s and I felt my heart pounding in my chest- so hard I placed my hand over it, hoping to calm in down. I took a deep breath, blowing it out through my lips. This would be the first time I’d see Hideyoshi alone without interruption since that day at the spring- that felt like ages ago.
Stepping closer I felt the anticipation rise, but that was soon crushed when I heard voices inside; Hideyoshi’s was the first, the second was a lady’s voice. My breath caught. A hard lump formed in my throat. My ears were pounding now- but not with the excitement I’d felt moments before.
“Oh, Lord Hideyoshi, you always know how to please a woman,”
“I am only doing what comes naturally to me,”
“I hope to please you later as well,”
“Thank you, Lady Saki,” Hideyoshi’s strong voice spoke so softly, “I look forward to seeing you later this evening, do take care of yourself until then.”
The door slid open and a very flushed looking Saki exited, “I look forward to our meeting, Lord Hideyoshi,” she bowed and turned toward me, walking briskly past- not even noticing me.
Saki seemed slightly unkempt from when I last saw her that morning- her kimono looked wrinkled, her hair mussed now. As I watched her go, my heart seemed to be ripped apart with every second that passed. Suddenly, I no longer wanted to see Hideyoshi.
It was too late, he’s seen me and called out to me. “Have you come to bring me the report from Lord Mitsunari?” He asked.
“Yes,” I breathed, avoiding eye contact, already feeling the stinging of tears. “Here they are,” I held out the scrolls and Hideyoshi took them from my grasp.
“You don’t look so well,” he said. “Are you ill? There’s a fever going around,” he reached out to place the palm of his hand on my forehead and I deflected it with my arm.
“Don’t touch me!” I snapped. “I’m fine,” my harden eyes caught his gaze- he looked taken aback.
“You’re not yourself,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” My eyes darted away and I folded my arms across my chest defensively.
“I’m only concerned for you,” he replied, looking dejected. “I care for you-“
“That’s the problem!” I shouted, suddenly unable to keep anger in check. “You just care about everyone don’t you?!”
I was hurt and mad, some at Hideyoshi for being such a oaf, but mostly at me for letting myself be led on like that. “I need to get going.” I turned and stormed off before he could speak again.
That was not my best moment. In fact it was pretty embarrassing. I’d avoided Hideyoshi the rest of the day, and contemplated how I could live in Sengoku without ever having to speak to him or face him again- the odds were slim.
“Mind if I join you?”
I was jolted out of my thoughts by an all too familiar voice. Hideyoshi was already making himself comfortable beside me. Damn he was sneaky, between the cicadas and my thoughts I hadn’t even heard him approach.
I moved over so he had more room, but I couldn’t look at him - I felt like an apology was in order for my outburst earlier, but the pain was still too fresh.
I felt his eyes on me, “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing”, I sulked.
“Did you think that something was happening between myself and Lady Saki?” He seemed rather easy going about the subject.
“It doesn’t matter if there is,” I replied. “Your affairs are not my business.” I placed my chin in the palm of my hand and stared at the water, refusing to look at him.
He chuckled. “I can sense I’ve hit a sore spot,”
And poured salt on it many times. Go ahead poke it again.
“I was merely helping Lady Saki with her errands, and this evening she was going to tend to my manor.” Hideyoshi explained. He picked up a small stone, tossing it into the creek where it landed with a plop.
I continued to give him the silent treatment.
“I’m about to throw you in this creek if you don’t talk to me,” he shoved my shoulder causing me to almost tumble off the rock.
“Hideyoshi!” I shrieked, catching myself before I fell into the creek.
“Calm down,” he said, “I would never put you in such danger.”
“You are so frustrating!” I said.
He looked at me, all teasing aside now. “Then tell me why!”
“Ugh!” All I could do was huff. “You’re just so nice to everyone!”
“Is that a crime where you are from?” He sounded amused.
“No, it’s just that…” I stumbled over my words. “A lot of women think your caring is a certain kind of attention, that’s all.”
“Are you included in these women?” He was wearing a sort of coy smile now.
I merely shrugged. “I think you just lead people on- it’s not fair.” I sat back down on the rock and adjusted my kimono, smoothing it out as best I could. Following his lead I grabbed a rock and threw it into the creek with a huff -more so from frustration. “What if someone really did have strong feelings for you?”
A moment later his fingers tangled in my hair, playing with it gently. The initial touch made me stiffen, but then I relaxed as he continued to comb through the strands. “I never meant to lead you on,” he spoke so softly I barely heard him above the buzzing.
I sighed, that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but it wasn’t all bad. Not really knowing how Hideyoshi felt about me was more painful than if he’d just outright ignored me.
“Would you like to know the truth?” He asked, his hand now carefully rubbing my shoulder.
I gave him an exasperated look. “Please.” Just get this over with.
“I do care for you,” he started, “I care for others too, but you - I care for you the most. More than anyone else.”
“Like a sister?” I asked.
He looked away briefly as if composing himself. “No, not like a sister, but expressing that can be difficult. And you’re so damn good at hiding your feelings, sometimes I’m not sure about you.”
That much was true- as soon as I’d met Hideyoshi and realized my feelings, I’d barricaded myself the best I could in order not to get hurt. It hadn’t worked very well.
“I really didn’t get it until you delivered the scrolls today,” he continued, “then I knew for sure.”
“If you knew, why did you make me explain it?” I spat.
“I wanted you to tell me yourself,” he chuckled.
“So, you feel differently about me than other women?” I asked.
His hand slipped around my shoulders and he pulled me into his chest. “Yes,”
“But not like a sister? How then?”
Two fingers slipped under my chin, lifting it towards Hideyoshi’s face. He brought his lips close, so close when he spoke they caressed mine, “In the way that I only want to do this with you,” his voice was husky and serious.
His lips captured mine in a kiss; soft at first, but then more forceful as his arms pulled me in - one around my shoulders, the other around my waist. The anger and hurt I’d felt began to dissolve as I returned his kiss, letting the sensation of warmth burn through my body.
His lips were playful and sensual, sucking and nipping at me as he nuzzled against my skin. I had wanted him so badly for so long, my hands were shaking as they wrapped around his neck.
“Hide…yoshi…” I breathed out a whisper.
Pushing his tongue past my teeth he sought out mine; the taste of him made me moan and he gave a hum of satisfaction in return.
The more he kissed me, the more I wanted him. We fell back on the rock, him cradling my head in the crook of his elbow as he pressed against me. Everything was hazy, all of my focus was on him now- his rough hands that felt so gentle, his strong muscular form, his musky scent after a long day of work- I took it all in.
Eventually we parted, staring into each other’s eyes- Hideyoshi still leaning over me. He laid one more kiss on my lips, as the backs of his fingers skimmed my cheek.
“Hideyoshi,” I breathed, “I’m sorry for being so mad,”
“Shhh,” he said pressing a finger to my lips, “Now you will never have to question my feelings for you again.”
At this point, I don’t think I can do any possible justice to this image I have in my head so HERE HAVE A HEADCANON… THING:
So Xander doesn’t sleep much. He can’t - he has a kingdom to run for goodness sake, and it’s Nohr. It’s difficult enough being prince, now he has to be king. And his wife, Hinoka, while also doing her duties and keeping the guards on their toes, notices that he’s been tossing and turning. Tosses and turns so much in fact, that he just gives up after three scant hours or so and just decides to get ready for the day. At three in the morning. For a week straight.
This Will Not Do. Hinoka knows all about working oneself to fatigue, and she can see he’s going to run himself into a shadow of himself. Threatening his advisors to leave him alone for a day so he can rest is hardly diplomatic or becoming of a Queen of Nohr (much to her dismay), so she has to find other ways to help him sleep. Soothing tea doesn’t work, lullabies don’t work (not when she’s the one who has to sing), bedtime stories just make him even more awake.
And then it hits her one day as she’s flying: pegasus feathers. It’s one of the softest things she can imagine - maybe a soft pillow will help since the Nohrian pillows aren’t doing any good. So she starts collecting pegasus down. She starts being more meticulous about grooming her steed, making sure every bit of down is safely collected, tucked away until she can stuff a fair sized pillow. (this takes a while but Hinoka is nothing if not Persistent with a capital Per.)
And then the night of reckoning. She doesn’t say anything to him, just fluffs up his new pillow and tries to persuade him to try and get some rest tonight. And when that fails, pulls him into bed with whatever wiles and will and physical strength she has. He doesn’t even notice he’s got a new pillow, and it’s soft, and Hinoka’s just murmuring to him in Hoshidan, and while he’s rapidly getting better at understanding her native tongue, the lyrical parts still elude him and hey it sounds really soothing and peaceful and maybe he can just close his eyes to listen better…
Cue Xander managing to sleep at least 6 hours and is amazed at how he did it, and he feels better after a week’s worth of late nights. And he wakes up for the first time, just a sliver of a second before sunrise, Hinoka fast asleep with her arms still around him.
And Xander thinks, watching the dawn light up his wife’s red hair as he leans back against his pillow, it’s going to be a peaceful day.
This kind of a fuck Customers AND Coworkers AND Managers. But mostly fuck Coworkers and Managers, the customers don’t help matters, but it’s not ENTIRELY their fault. (Except the one lady who asked me where the bathrooms were while standing between the doors…. That lady was just….UGH. it was all I could do not to say “Can I direct your dumbass BEHIND YOU?” )
I work in a restaurant kitchen as a pantry cook. I hired in as a dishwasher then a pantry cook quit and another took 2 months off for surgery and recovery, so the Chef moved me over since at the time we had an abundance of dishwashers, but a serious lack of pantry cooks. So I got trained in a very “here’s what I need, figure out how to do it in 3 minutes” fashion. I’ve been in Pantry now for roughly 6.5 months, and I’ve gotten on pretty well. I know my entire section of the menu, and the only time I really have slip ups anymore is when we first start the new specials at the beginning of each month. Or when I have 30 tickets and the servers are STILL ringing in more when we’ve told them to put everything on a 20-30 minute wait so we can dig ourselves out of the weeds. We’ve only had maybe 5 tables actually get up and leave since I started working pantry and only 1 was my fault. And even then it really wasn’t. I was completely by myself, working all of pantry with absolutely no help as the cook who’d taken a off for surgery came back for 2 weeks then just….stopped showing up, and the other pantry cook was moved to saute. I can only work so fast.
I spent 3 months working the station by myself with only one scheduled day off a week, and 6 weeks of that 3 months I didn’t get a day off at all. I never complained once, even when I found out the owner is an arse and doesn’t pay time and a half for overtime. I was still making half decent money, and I NEEDED the job, so I dealt with it.
About a month ago they rehired an employee to give me help at night. She happens to be my station leads brothers wife’s best friend. So she gets 2 scheduled days off a week, plus more often than not just doesn’t show up on Mondays. Doesn’t call in either.
Whatever, at least it’s something. Except her days off? 2 of our busiest days of the week. So I still have to work those by myself, and then on the weekends she makes a point of coming in 3 hours early so she gets to leave before we close, leaving me to take on the heaviest part of the night by myself AND have to do closing cleanup and prep alone. Again, whatever.
But what’s getting to me finally?
I got EXTREMELY sick on Sunday, so much so I got sent home early cos I was literally RUNNING off my line to make it outside before I got sick ON the line and we had to shut down to clean everything. Today [Monday] I spent all day alternating between trying to sleep while running a high fever and hugging my toilet. So my roommate, who works days at the same restaurant, called in and talked to Chef, who told them I was NOT to come in tonight. My roommate, being the awesome person they are, went BACK in to help set up for the evening parties we had so they wouldn’t be shortstaffed. Not 5 minutes after he left after telling me I was NOT to go in tonight, my Chef called and bitched me out about not coming in, cos I was leaving him shortstaffed, and now HE had to go in on HIS only day off, and now we need to sit and have a talk my next work day. Like I purposefully got sick to cut him short on cooks or something. Even tho, in all likelihood, the reason I’m so sick right now is cos they can’t keep workers for shit [in 3 months we’ve gone through 12 dishwashers, a char cook, a saute cook, a pantry cook, and our lead saute is leaving at the end of July after working there 11 years cos he’s sick of the bullshit] so those workers who, like me, can’t AFFORD to just leave get worked to the bone and burned out until they CAN’T work anymore.
My body can’t TAKE the 112 degree heat of the line constantly anymore. And they don’t pay me anywhere near enough to force myself to go in when I’m puking every 30 minutes like clockwork.
And to add insult to injury, my Chef called me again, I pretended I was sleeping and let it go to voicemail….he wants me to come in tomorrow, my ONE scheduled day off, cos I took today off. Except, I didn’t take it off. It’s not like I asked to be called off cos I’m gadding about town having a lark. I was TOLD not to come in cos I’m puking. I’ve spent my day curled up on the couch, in 4 layers of clothing AND a blanket, bouncing between being freezing cold and sweating like a stuffed pig, trying not to puke on the carpet…. or the dog who has insisted on laying on the floor directly in front of me all day.
I love a lot of the people I work with, I’d miss them so much, and I love getting to work with food, but I am SO CLOSE to putting my 2 weeks in…. Y'know, assuming I don’t get fired for not working tomorrow when I’m not scheduled to.