#EMT cassian is one of my better ideas i'm sad i don't remember more of it

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okay @philtstone I can’t tell if you were asking me to explain this WIP or just yelling the title back at me in excitement (same) but I’m going to talk about this fic anyway, so here you go....

Sir, this is an IHOP...

The basic premise of this fic is that it’s a modern AU of Rogue One ([miranda priestly voice] a Rogue One Modern AU.... by AO3 user homelywenchsociety.... Groundbreaking....) where Jyn works the overnight shift at a 24-hour diner and Cassian is the exhausted EMT who starts coming in at 3 AM and becomes her favorite regular. And then they fall in love!! Also features one of my favorite things to throw into Modern AUs, which is Jyn as an artist/aspiring illustrator. Don’t know why I love writing that so much, but I do.

Anyway, I only have about 700 words of this in my docs because I wrote the rest by hand (I know!!) in a journal that I used to bring along during my commute to my office (rip) and then, somewhere in the process of moving TWICE this year, I either threw out the journal or destroyed it because I thought I’d never finish the fic. I regret this now because I actually could see going back to it, so the moral of this story is: DON’T DELETE YOUR DRAFTS!! YOU WILL BE SAD ABOUT IT LATER!!

Here’s an excerpt:

The question Jyn gets asked the most when she tells people she works the overnight shift at a 24-hour diner is, “How do you do it?” As if she’s just admitted to shooting herself out of a canon for a living, which is a thing she wanted to do as a career when she was nine, but that’s beside the point.

The answer to this question is simple: you get used to it. Or, in Jyn’s experience, your life sucks for three weeks while you get used to it and then you get used to it. After that, the weird hours and irregular sleep schedule just become routine.To be fair, she only started doing the graveyard shift because she wasn’t sleeping at night anyway and she could get more hours that way. Now, sometimes, she sleeps perfectly well in the daytime when everyone else is at work and then, other times, she doesn’t sleep at all and becomes convinced that she’s the first human being who was born with a biological indifference to sleep. Either way, she manages.

And this too because it’s cute and I’m proud of it:

The first time he comes in, the restaurant is so dead that for once the manager isn’t on Jyn’s case about drawing in her sketchbook while she’s working. It’s that slow. There’s a couple at a table in the corner that started out their meal by bickering with each other loudly and now Jyn’s pretty sure one or both of them is asleep at the table. She already gave them their check, though, so she’s giving them at least an hour before she bugs them about it. It’s not like she needs to turn over the table or anything. When the man comes in, the place is so empty that he actually looks around in confusion, which catches Jyn’s attention from where she’s hiding behind the cash register.

“Sit anywhere you like,” she calls to him, half-relieved to have something to do and half-annoyed to have to do anything.

“Oh. You’re open, then?”

“As long as it’s one of the twenty-four hours in the day,” she replies, trying to sound sunny.

“Last time I checked,” the man says, sounding unsure, which makes Jyn smile for real.