#yes i have freshers flu

[gay-for-the-snz]

Day 3: Campus/Con Crud (M, cold)

yayyy, Joseph prompt. I am one of the people who loves pointing out the irony of a sick doctor that he complains about, so now you get a whole prompt about it! 2.2k

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It is impossible, truly, to avoid the oncoming 'fresher flu', or whatever other coy little term it's stuck with. A large number of people congregating, mingling, away from home for the first time and desperate to make a good impression; it's a recipe for one person tracking something into the university, and it spreading like wildfire amongst the population, whether they be student or staff.

Of course, he's no fool. He takes more than adequate precautions, but all the caution in the world is unable to do anything to prevent contracting something entirely. He may as well pin his same hopes on holding back an ocean with a sheet of paper.

And so here he sits, holed up in his office like a hermit while he feels this cold settling in full force. He wrinkles his nose against the feeling of it, everything damp and thick like it's trying to become a swamp in inflamed sinuses. He blows his nose, frowns more deeply, and blows it again. It does little to ease the discomfort, but does provide a small amount of relief in allowing him to breathe somewhat more easily, at least for the next few moments.

He squirts some hand sanitizer into his palms, even if by now it's somewhat of a moot point. If someone doesn't get something from him, they will get it from someone else. That doesn't mean, of course, that he shouldn't still be cautious--he is, after all, a medical professional. To transmit something to someone else, they would need to actually enter his office, but no one has signed up for his office hours, and it's customarily silent in here, save for the sound of his sniffling.

It hasn't quite progressed to the sneezing just yet, but there's that niggling irritation in the back of his nose, nestled deeply within where no amount of sniffling, or rubbing with tissues, or blowing his nose will truly clear it. It will only be satisfied by a truly scraping sneeze that will scratch the itch, if only temporarily.

The door opens, much to his surprise, and Monty slips in as unobtrusively as he can manage. "Mr. Cavanaugh."

"Dr. Valentine." He goes to raise his mask, but Monty waves him off. "Don't bother, I'm sure I've already got it coming down the pipeline. My roommates all came down with it earlier this week, and there's really not much room to stay away from eachother."

He doesn't shrug, but does give a slight nod of affirmation. "You're free to make your own decisions." He nudges the box of tissues in between their two desks, to keep it in reach of the pair of them. He doesn't exactly want to share the box, he would much prefer unfettered access to them, himself and no one else. But it's important to be generous and open--or so says the HR department.

They love to fuss and fawn and breathe down the back of his neck, but rarely seem to actually take "yes" for an answer. He's not going to be kissing babies or shaking hands, and that seems to be the only thing that people want to see. No one cares about the fact that he has opened his office to another person. That he is sharing the burden of his workload. That he is being so gracious as to even share his tissues with someone else.

It's not so much the tissues that he's really focused on, it's the concept. It's the fact that he is being so gracious, that he is working so diligently to appease the desires of the people who need to feel so important that they have nothing better to do but hound him, and no one is giving him the credit he is due for it. To buy him a bit of breathing space from the fears that they will take away his final chance to have a TA, that he is some cruel beast who is going to chase this one off like all the others.

"You should be resting, if you're coming down with this."

He laughs, adjusting the thin wire frames of his glasses in that unconscious habit of his. "I could say the same to you, really."

He takes off his reading glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes, something to fend against the dull headache that's starting to grate at him. "You're right."

It's a surprising admission, clearly, because Monty looks like he's been nearly knocked out of his chair just to hear it. "Did I hear you right? You, Dr. Valentine, are admitting that you're willing to go rest?"

"That's where you're wrong. I admitted I should be."

"Doctors make the worst patients, then?"

"And I'm one of the worst." He sniffles, distinctly aware of just how wet the sound of it is, and plucks a couple tissues from the box. He can feel that nascent tickle, the feeling of it beginning to slowly unfurl and brush delicately along. He grits his teeth slightly, waiting for it to decide whether or not it's going to become an actual sneeze.

And it does.

He takes a sharp gasp, and sneezes harshly into the handful of tissues, his shoulders jumping hard from it. "HH'RRASSHHue!" It scrapes roughly over his throat, tears through his sinuses in a way that does, thankfully, scratch that irritation.

Monty jumps, looking up from his laptop. "Jesus! Bless you!"

He glowers over his steepled hands, nothing but exhausted and angry eyes above the painted nails.

"Right. No blessings. You got it."

He waits until he sees him swivel his chair back to what he's doing before he finally relaxes his shoulders, blows his nose harshly. It was satisfying, this time at least. It'll become less effective later, when he gets into the thick of this cold. For now, it's an effective, if momentary, relief of the tickle. He sniffs again in the aftermath of it, the action feeling significantly drier and less wretched than it did beforehand. He knows it's going to refill soon enough, his mucous membranes working overtime to attempt to flush this virus out of his system, but for now he's thankful for what relief he can scrape together.

"This is one of the things you must accept, as a medical professional." Monty doesn't turn to look at him, and for once he's thankful to not have to be making eye contact. "You will still always get sick, no matter the precautions you take, and no matter the attempts at diverting the course of nature. Being the 'sick doctor' is something that people always find deeply amusing to point out the irony of, and something you must accept."

"I don't think people usually hold it against anyone. Like you said, it's impossible to avoid--especially this time of year, when it just wreaks havoc on everybody."

"And yet. And yet." He swipes a pair of tissues from the box, folds them in half in preparation. "People will point it out as if you're supposed to be able to make it happen. As if being ill is some moral or professional failing on your part."

"I guess it's hard for people to sort of separate the professional from the profession."

"The 'campus crud' and 'fresher's flu' and whatever else they decide to call it. Every year it takes its toll on the populace of any school, and every year everyone wrings their hands and fusses and frets because it's inevitable. Would I prefer that it was something we could actually truly avoid? Something which we could actually force the steps necessary to minimize its effects? Certainly. Who wouldn't, especially as a medical professional? But as it stands, we can only work with the authority which we're granted, and that authority doesn't extend much farther than the walls of this office, or occasionally the classroom in which we're teaching." He sniffles, and takes the tissues from his desk. "Don't startle, this time."

"Doctor?"

" 'RRSSHHue! HH'RRASSHHue!"

He sniffles in the aftermath, holding his position for a second longer than he really needs to ensure he's finished, before he straightens up and pinches at the tip of his nose.

He looks like he tried his best, but it's impossible not to notice the jump in his shoulders, the way he looks more like a prey animal than a TA. "Bl--" He falters under the waspish glare. "--ack. Black...uh, polish. It suits you." He gestures flashes his own bare nails for emphasis.

"Don't get used to wearing it if you want to be in the operating room." Even though he just sneezed, it hasn't fully scratched that itch. He grants himself the indulgence of wrinkling his nose hard against the feeling, and sniffs sharply, the liquidy sound blunted by the congestion preventing it from being wholly effective. "Some hospitals allow it, but I would discourage its use. One of the many perks of teaching, rather than doing."

He leans forward slightly, takes another couple of tissues and blows his nose thoroughly, before squirting hand sanitizer into his palms. Monty's stopped working entirely, it seems, because he leans back in his own chair and makes some vague motion with his pen. "And the schedule, I'm sure."

"I don't miss being on call. I will likely never be able to hear the sound of a pager without that instinctive jolt of adrenaline that tells me something is happening urgently."

"You still have it, I'm guessing?"

He offers a faint, wry smile. "I'm not one to throw out perfectly good technology."

"I don't think you're beating the old man accusations at this rate."

"Let them make whatever accusations they want. I'm middle-aged, but old to those doe-eyed and bushy-tailed freshmen who think that anyone over the age of thirty-five is going to keel over and die at a moment's notice." He rolls his chair across the floor mat and grabs a stack of papers from the printer. "Here. Tomorrow's lecture notes, you're going to be my annotation."

"Wow, and just when I thought the exciting world of Molecular & Cellular Basis of Disease couldn't get any more exciting, now I get to annotate a stack of papers that are their own basis of disease."

He scowls. "If you're implying that I've handed you lecture notes I've been using as a tissue, you're insulting me."

"I wouldn't say insulting so much as, like, good-natured ribbing."

"Don't."

"No ribbing? No friendly joshing?"

"Get out of our office."

He certainly isn't going because he's been told to, but he gets up nonetheless. "Fine. I'm getting a Monster."

"I will remember your kidneys fondly."

"You'll be my donor?"

"I will not be offering you my kidneys, nor my surgical prowess."

He rolls his eyes, but continues out the door nonetheless.

He massages his sinuses now that Monty is out of the room, granting him the privacy to be a little more indulgent in the way he tackles this cold. He is not optimistic that it's going to be over soon, nor gently. His nose is prickling with irritation, and he can feel how warm it is to the touch, blushing from the abuse it's been taking. He's always been somewhat chagrined by how quick it is to redden from his attention, drawing everyone's eyes to it without any chance to say no.

He glances towards the ugly fluorescent lights outside of his office in the hallway, the light harsh in the little window by the ceiling. It does enough, this time. "Hh'RRISSHhue! Hh...hH'RRRSSHhuh!"

He sighs, and brings a hand up to rub his throat with a little wince. The curse of the 'dad sneeze', as it were, is that an already tender throat is only made more so by them. He blows his nose, and pinches at his nose. This has, finally, seemed to scratch that itch fully. He's bought himself a bit of time before the next time, and in so doing has bought himself the time to start annotating a test that's already starting with several wrong answers in a row. Joy.

He pinches the bridge of his nose again, the headache trying to push through the malaise. He's going to have to sleep early tonight. An extra hour of rest, perhaps, carefully rearranged to fit into his busy schedule. He isn't planning on taking any time off--for a cold, especially one so minor as this--would be foolish. And, of course, this early into the quarter, it would be not only unprofessional but setting his students up for failure. Missing time as a student? Difficult, but able to be made up. Missing time as a professor? It sets the entire class behind.

He's never smoked, but there's occasionally that desire within him to go take a smoke break. That immediately soothing of tension, of frayed nerves and discomfort eased. He takes a sip of coffee instead--a different concession to himself, one that isn't recommended but is more tolerable than alternatives. His mug, some old, kitschy thing with a bat that was a gift from a friend years ago, shows its age in the fading color and the surface cracks that run along it.

Simply another storm to be weathered.

[steampunk-archer]

Comfy-vember day 4

Qui-Gon Jinn/ Obi-wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. Found family AU fan fic!

I jotted this down in two hours so it might not be the best.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars at all in anyway. Not mine at all.

Comfy-vember day 4: bed rest, mug of tea, soft music

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Anakin ran towards the door when he heard it chime.

“I’ll get it!!”

“Anakin! What have I told you about running in the apartment!” Obi-Wan called after him from the fresher.

The young boy rolled his eyes as he stopped at the door. After being Obi-WAN’s padawan for a year he was still treated like a little kid, He was ten for Force sake, he was practically grown now.

“Grandmaster! “ The boy exclaimed happily when he saw Qui-Gon as the door opened.

“Hello, Ani “

It didn’t escape Anakin’s notice that his grandmaster looked miserable.

Ever since Naboo when he had barely survived the fight with the sith, Qui-Gon was unable to use his lightsaber or go on missions as he once had. He would often times fall ill and end up in the halls of healing: his immune system wasn’t what it used to be.

“Master, what are you doing here?” Obi-Wan asked as he came out oh his room upon hearing who was at the door.

He immediately went to his former master and guided him to the couch.

“I.. I couldn’t stand being in the halls any longer, little one. “ the man looked exhausted.

“I’ll get you some tea, grandmaster.” Anakin immediately ran to the kitchen to get the tea started. He knew what was coming… a lecture from his master, he was just glad he wasn’t on the receiving end this time.

Obi -Wan sighed and pulled a throw blanket over his shivering master.

“You were supposed to stay in the halls because you have the flu.” There was concern and anger mixed in his voice.

Obi- wan sat next to his former master.

“ you were supposed to be on bed rest.”

There’s was silence

“I’m not a youngling, Obi-Wan, I can take care of myself. I don’t need a nursemaid .”

“Oh really? The last time you caught a cold Anakin found you passed out and very feverish in the room of a thousand fountains.” He could feel a headache coming on.

“Do you know how traumatic that was for him? He loves you not just as his grandmaster but he sees you as a grandfather also.”

Qui-Gon sighed as Anakin came back into the room with a tray.

“I couldn’t stay in the halls anymore, Obi-Wan, it’s just the flu.”

“Grandmaster, with your health issues the flu can be really bad for you. I want you to get better and that means you need to listen to the healers.” The boy fixed the tea and handed a mug to the elder Jedi. It didn’t escape his grandmaster that the boy was close to tears.

Obi-Wan looked from Anakin to Qui-Gon.

“Alright, alright, I will return to the halls .”

Obi-Wan smiled. “I think I have a compromise. What if you stay in our guest room for the time being? Just til your better and can return to your own apartment.”

“You don’t have a guest room.”

“ well, our meditation room can double as a guest room for the time being.”

Anakin smiled at this idea.

“Yes! And don’t you worry about a thing grandmaster. Master and I will take good care of you. I’ll make you tea everyday and we’ll play that really boring music you like ….”

Obi-Wan held up a hand as Qui-Gon let out a hoarse laugh.

“Peace, little one, your grandmaster is still ill and still requires lots of rest. It’s also only for a little while until he gets better and the healers say he is alright to return to his own quarters.”

A day later Qui-Gon was settled into bed in Obi-Wan’s former meditation room.

Anakin had set up some soft music that Qui-Gon liked to help him relax and had made him his third cup of tea that morning. The older man didn’t have the heart to tell the boy he didn’t need so much tea.

“Rest master.” The ginger Jedi said as he pulled the blanket tighter around Qui-Gon.

“Anakin and I will be here if you need anything.” He planted a sleep suggestion.

“Mmmhmmm.” Was the only reply he received as Qui-Gon’s eyes drifted close.

“Sleep well master.” The man leaned down and placed a kiss to his former master’s forehead.

[wanna1things]

Private Investigator/Detective!Ren AU

Genre;; detective!au i guess and PI!au which are my absolute FAVE aus i love police shows +++ FLUFF??

Warnings;; none i mean not that i know of there's mention of a robbery & kidnapping so?

Pairing;; Choi Minki/Ren x reader

Summary;; Minki is an annoying PI who keeps solving the case before the police even find a single lead, that is, until you two meet…

Style;; bullet point because i am not in the MOOD TO WRITE FULLY -- gender neutral + stuff

Word Count; 3071

So;; this is my first AU that I’m posting and it’s one that i’ve wanted to write for a long time so!! I hope that it’s good and that yall enjoy it; i love minki so i really wanted to do this uhh watch when half on my aus on here are minki stuff lmao bye; idk;; uhhh lets goooo

there is not a single human on the police force that doesn’t despise the annoying PI choi Minki or,, ‘Ren’ as he likes to be called

dumb name right (not i love you Minki i’m sorry)

he somehow always manages to get to the scene of a crime before the police even know the crime has occurred like… how??

he's always rubbing it into their faces when they turn up as he’s leaving with bags of evidence like

‘oh you’re a bit late aren’t you??’

anyway

you’re a new detective on the police force straight out of police school or whatever;; specialised in profiling ooh go you!!

everyone kind of;; treats you badly because uhh newbie makes the tea and coffee that's their job??

but they still spill all the tea about Minki to you because he is CONSTANTLY aggravating them and refusing to work with the police;;

it takes 2 weeks for them to even invite you along to a case;;

a woman in her 90s who lived with her 20 year old granddaughter had her sapphire pendant stolen while she was in the house how sad :( poor granny

and when you get there,, guess who is there

you’re right, it's ‘private investigator Ren’ wow who’d’ve guessed??

you shuffle into the room following your colleagues and straight away you look at him and realise wow;; this guy is;;; beautiful how come they mentioned how annoying he is and not how beautiful this man is??

it doesn't take long for him to realise you’re staring at him mainly because all of your colleagues are scrambling to collect what’s left of the evidence while you’re just,, stood still like a rock (uhh medusa beauty much??)

so,, as he stuffs his notebook into his pocket he walks over to you and hands you… his business card

‘call me anytime’

he nods as he slips the card into your hand,,, WINKING, and then he leaves lol

CONTROL YOURSELF

you just give him a look like ;; what;; and get on with your work but… that darn beautiful man is on your mind gO AWAY Minki FFFFF

I mean that is until the next day when you wake up to an angry phone call because…

the uncooperative PI Ren has rang the police force and asked to speak to,, well what seems to be,, you??

I mean he described you as ‘that new detective that looked like a rabbit in the headlights and had no idea what they were doing but seemed to really enjoy staring at my face’ is he wrong tho i think not

So;; you rise out of bed because wow your co worker seemed mad and you do nOT WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS OPPORTUNITY

Mainly because you wanted to find out how the hell he could solve things so fast but

Also because uhh he is a beautiful specimen who would turn that down??

as you turn up to work the whole office is just staring at you;;

you can hear people you’ve never spoken to just;; talking about you like

‘why does Ren want to speak to the newbie??? Out of all of us they’re the most useless;;’

like ouch;;

you don’t even know yourself why he picked you like?? nobody else in your department acknowledges you why is he ?? asking for you??

but you continue on your way to the conference room where hopefully Ren is waiting unless that's a whole ass hoax;; i mean nah he's not that mean

as soon as you enter the room he stands up and just straight up announces that he's solved the case

and you're just standing there shocked like what the hell nobody here even has a clue who’s done it there are no leads??

and he walks over to you,, grabs you by the hand and sits you down beside him where he has a file in front of him and just whispers

‘overwrite the cctv for this room when we’re done because i’m going to tell you exactly how i solved this.’

woAH THERE A SECOND

why is he revealing his secrets to you of all people???

is this some sort of game?? is he going to tell you incorrect details?? what is this???

while you're lost in your thoughts he just taps your shoulder and explains

‘your coworkers looked like they hate you;; and that's not nice… i’m going to help you to prove them wrong’

Hold up

The notoriously annoying and aggravating CHOI Minki is helping you out???? what

I mean you’re not going to argue this is the chance of a lifetime

‘But…’

Uh oh

‘There's one condition, you can't tell anyone i’m helping you out and i’ll only speak to you about a case. If you tell anyone else about this you won’t see the sun shine ever again’

Says that last bit with a smile like uh woah okay

Bit threatening there Minki

Of course you accept graciously, it’s not as though you actually speak to your colleagues except asking how they like their tea

And so the partnership ensues

he explains how he originally pursued the idea that it was an inside job, the granddaughter stole the pendant,, which makes sense because it all happened while the grandmother was in the house and she was in debt because of her student loan (ugh i feel you girl) but… it all seems a bit too convenient

so,, he decided to look into the granddaughter

and it turned out her recently dumped ex-boyfriend was in major debt from a gambling problem and needed to pay it off asap or some bad guys would be after him

and of course, an ex-boyfriend would know where spare keys are etc and maybe even where the pendant was

and his fingerprints wouldn't be out of place in the house because;; well he dated the granddaughter so

and so he went over to the ex-boyfriend's house and caught him with the darned pendant in his hands;; sneaky boy

and you are sat there like ?? this is so simple how dumb is the police force that they can't keep up with this??

obviously you express this to Minki who laughs and agrees with you wholeheartedly like lmao dumb colleagues am i right

and from that point onwards you two are like secret partners in crime;; you always work together on cases after everyone else has gone home in a little cafe in between his office and the police hq

and you keep solving crimes with his help and its!! Really fun!!

That is until about 3 weeks into the agreement when there's a massive kidnapping case that even Minki can't solve,, people keep being kidnapped for 48 hours then returned with no memory of what happened??

It's even more odd because;; it seems to always be the people he's close to who are getting kidnapped;;

First it was his old school friend, Aron, then it was his first girlfriend, Areum,,

And he just can't find a single lead??

Funny fact is that the police actually have him as a suspect uhh

but after a hard day of;; trying to interview the public to work out the identity of the kidnapper he smoothly invites you out like

‘Hey its like 10pm and we’ve not eaten since like 12 do you want to grab a bite to eat on me??’

and he takes you to this little fancy bakery about 10 minutes from where you were

and it's adorable they have pastries shaped like pokemon and stuff bLESS

he recommends these cute little croissant-style things that are a peachy colour and are filled with peach jam (they have these in a bakery near me they're AMAZING)

he pays for you and you sit at the bar by the window looking out at the road and just eating in silence before Minki turns to you and speaks up

‘y/n there’s a little secret i have to tell you~’

‘uh okay go ahead??’

‘don’t you want to know why i chose to work only with you?’

well of course you reply ‘yes??!!’ because that has been confusing you for the past few weeks??

and he then explains he was in the same position as you;; he used to be a detective in the police force and was treated the same way;;

he always could work out who’d done the crime but nobody else listened to him and they always prosecuted the ‘’easy target’’ which is terrible omg how corrupt

but

‘You’re different, you remind me of myself and i want to give you the help you need to rise to the top and end this’

‘But won’t that mean you’d lose your job??’

‘Definitely not;; private investigator Ren will never go out of business!!’

He smiles that cute ass big smile and his eyes go like crescent moons and you swear you feel your heart jump a little and you realise oh my god the way his eyes light up and his cute lil cheeks are completely adorable oh my god has he always been this loveable and cute whats going on;;

You’re getting ahead of yourself this relationship is strictly professional… right??

You finish the lil pastry and you open your flask of hot chocolate and offer a little to Minki

‘i ;; only have one cup?? But do you want a little??’ and he smiles so wIDE and just grabs the cup out of your hands and downs it like a shot what the hell

You take it back off him and fill up your own because ok if you don't have some now he will probably finish your whole flask in one second lmao

Oo no you got a little bit of hot chocolate on your nossseeee wyd???

you suddenly just notice Minki is staring intently at your face like ??? is there something on my face??

yes there is

He leans in WAY TO CLOSE and you feel your heartbeat just speed up to supersonic speed like oh my god this beautiful face is getting closer and closer whAT IS HAPPENING

He just wipes the bit of hot chocolate of your nose with the tip of his finger and licks it off smiling at you the whole time

Oh my

Be still your beating heart

That hurt but woah okay what is this feeling

Excuse me but

I think you have a little crush on Minki ;)))))))))))))))))))))

Anyway so yall go home get some schleep and food and stuff

And you keep meeting up every day of the week and you gradually realise that yeah;; you definitely have feelings for this beautiful guy

But

that's awkward?? Yall are just working together and Minki’s been dropping hints that this case will probably be the last yall work together

and you can’t explain how much that hurts like if you could you’d want to keep this case going forever but you gotta solve it

That's until it's week 4 of solving the case,, week 7 of yall working together as partners

And suddenly, one of Minki’s best friends jonghyun just disappears

Like the others he returns after 48 hours with little to no memory of what happened but this time

He turns up at Minki’s apartment when you both are there

Yall are watching a film to relax after the long day of work and you're both sharing some cup ramen (goals)

And he just knocks loudly on the door

You get up to answer it but Minki waves you to sit back down so,, you do,, and you continue your lovely noodles

Jonghyun walks in oddly calm and passes a small folded note to Minki

And whatever the hell is in this note is bad news

Minki straight away drops the note saying only ‘i knew it’ and he speeds out of the door to god knows where, dropping the note on the floor in his rush

Jonghyun just mumbles a ‘hello y/n’ towards you and slips out of the front door behind Minki,, presumably to follow him but who knows

you completely miss the fact that despite you’ve never met this guy he,,, knows your name?? But ;) who told him and why eh??

and tbh you are confused out of your mind like what the hELL DOES THAT NOTE SAY

so despite the fact that it might be considered ‘nosy’ you walk over to the door and pick up the note and it reads only one sentence

‘Your love comes next, i won’t let them go.’

Ok who is his love

Does Minki have a girlfriend or boyfriend?? Are they the next target?? Oh my gOD ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH A GUY THAT'S TAKEN

Wait what

In love

Now you realise you love Minki? Good one

You decide not to follow him and instead you just collect your stuff together and head home

The next morning Minki turns up at your door with some flowers to apologise for running off from the sleepover party;;

you just take them sheepishly, shoving them in a vase before leaving with him

the walk is awkward to say the least like uhh

Neither of you say a word and when Minki tries to start a conversation all you can think about is how jealous you are of this partner like;; they get Minki this beautiful man lucky asssssss

He basically doesn't leave your side the whole day

You visit jonghyun and ask him some questions about his kidnapper but;; of course he remembers nothing;; but he nudges Minki while you're making notes and whispers something in Minki’s ear

Sounded suspiciously like ‘is this your plan’

Minki nodded in response who knows what that means you certainly don't (yes you blind)

But it's getting a bit suffocating because;; every 5 seconds you're reminded of this person;; that Minki obviously cares about;; and it's sad y'know you love him and now it's unrequited

So you take a step outside with your lil water bottle not bothering to say anything to Minki or jonghyun who seem to be deep in conversation

As you’re sipping that nice, cool flavoured water (mmm i love flavoured water yes) something covers your nose and mouth and your vision starts to go

You can feel yourself being dragged somewhere,, into a van maybe?? 

And the last thing you hear before your consciousness fades is Minki shouting ‘why?!’ and then… nothing

When you wake up youre in a shifty ass warehouse

someone's tied you to a pole in a seated position but not very well because ha you can still move a little

someone walks out of the shadows and you immediately recognise them as one of the guys from the police force;;

Okay what??

He crouches down in front of you and laughs in your face

‘You and Ren had a wonderful act going didn't you? You love working with someone who disrupts the status quo. In fact, you love him don't you? Everyone can tell. But you two are a problem. If you actually solve a case, it takes too long. I only care about numbers, not who is innocent or guilty. You shouldn’t care either but… you and Ren are obviously the same. Both annoying little brats. You lovebirds should get a room, preferably as far away from the police force as possible.’

this guy is crazy

he is saying almost the exact thing Minki was talking about before? When he said about why he wanted to help you? Yikes

He leans forward to put  the rag over your mouth again to knock you out but before he can the door to the warehouse flies open

And guess who is there

It's your boy Mink

i‘Detective Chief Inspector Lee.. there is no need to get innocent people caught up in your stupid games.’

The DCI just scoffs and leans down again to your level, smirking as he places a knife against your neck

‘This so-called innocent idiot is only here because of you, why did you take such a liking to them? You’re lovestruck and it's obviously blinding your judgement. You know i’m right really…’

Minki looks straight into your eyes and wow okay he has definitely been crying look how red his eyes are and those bags under his beautiful eyes;; oh no

You smile at him and wink and you just see this confused look flash across the DCI’s face,, like lmao why you winking tf is your name park jihoon

Suddenly you lift up your legs and kick the DCI to the floor and Minki kicks away his knife, pulling his hands behind his back and putting on the handcuffs quickly;;

He subdues him fully and then comes over, untied the ropes around your wrists and quickly pulling you into his chest and hugging you hard

And all these emotions overcome both of you and you're just both there;; crying into each others shoulders aw

And you feel it's kind of the right moment to confess like now or never so uhh here goes

‘Hey Minki you know I-’

‘Dont worry, I know and I feel the same way’

hOOLD UP unless you misunderstood that Minki… likes you too okay that makes sense from what the DCI said lmao okay

WAIT YOU'RE HIS LOVE FROM THE LETTER HOLD ON

You feel his arms untangle themselves from you as he leans back and just looks into your eyes before softly pressing his lips against yours and your feelings are confirmed yes;

;It's like fireworks omg cheesy but yes it was meant to be you’re so happy you got dragged along to that case that one day;;

Anyway that DCI is pissed because of the PDA going on in front of him so yall have to s t o p and get this dude back to the police station uhhh

UH SO TIME SKIP

Yall are like couple goals;;

You get promoted to the DCI’s position mainly because Minki’s friend is this Police Chief Hwang;; and Minki agrees to cooperate fully with police investigations but only when its with you uhh bless up

Honestly everyone is jealous of you all of the newbies pray for another annoying PI to appear just so they can experience a love story as cute as yours god bless;;;

;And yall hold the record for most crimes solved!! You go guys!! Power couple alert!!

And yes thats all i have it's 2am i am going this is soft i love Minki thank appreciate my boy

lol i hope this wasn’t terrible i wrote it all so late at night i’ll proof read it tomorrow morning but enjoy;; its 3am nearly now

[rotzaprachim]

what i did today is. i went to one (1) greek class and i went to the caf for lunch and i went for a turn about the garden with a friend and then i needed to lie in bed and rest for four hours to recover

[bigbrainbiology]

Mahiru wip - plus an extra sneak peek of more fanart to come, under the cut :)))

Tee hee, can you guess who it is? XD

[wizisbored]

i have realised while brainstorming fic that i have no idea what people do when they hang out at the mall

[rather-impertinent]

Me on the bus en-route back to shitty Aberdeen for my final year of uni

[girl-among-mts]

Prompt 8/12/21: ‘Vision’

From: Reylomicrofic Hub (@reylomicrofics)

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“Alright, you. Up.”

“I’m f-f-fiiine,” Rose whined from her bundle on the bed, shivering despite the pile of blankets cocooned around her.

Hux gave her a flat, disbelieving look.“You are most certainly not ‘fine’. Look at you, your shivering your molars out.”

Rose tried to stop the chatter of her teeth but couldn’t. Kriffing kryzian flu. She was going to find whoever the hell gave this to her and kill them herself.

“D-did you call the m-medic?”“I did, yes, but they’ve been delayed with the radiation storm.”

Rose groaned, the noise turning into a soft noise of surprise as two arms reached into her little nest and hoisted her up. 

“Hux-”

She was limp in his hold despite her protest,cradled again his chest as he extracted her from the dark grey bedsheets before walking them both across the room towards the fresher. She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror as they passed, his jaw firmly set.

Her vision was a bit blurry from lack of sleep and...near delirium, but she thought he looked a bit angry then. Stern. Much later, thinking back, she’d realize it was concern. Fear. For her.

Without preamble, without stopping to even remove their clothes, he walked them right into the glass-walled shower.The water overhead turned on automatically, hot, as he sat them both on the marbelite floor, Rose cradled in his lap.

At the torrent that opened up above them, Rose closed her eyes, cheek pressed against his now-soaked lounge shirt.“You’ll get all wet…”

“Hush.”

She did have to admit, a hot shower felt markedly better than freezing to death in her own body. Hux's arms around her were definitely an added bonus.

How did this one man, *this* man, after everything he'd done,have the ability to make her feel so safe and sound?

Gradually, her shuddering subsided, Hux’s hand rhythmically smoothing away the wet hair from her forehead. He pressed gently on her temple, pressing her to his body as the water rained down upon them.

[hoekendo22]

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What NOT to do in freshers week

so a lot of you will be starting uni or college soon! here are a few things NOT to do in your first few weeks:

Don’t hide in your room - this one is obvious but it needs to be said! As soon as you’ve moved in and anyone that came with you has left then get out of your room and meet new people!

Do not miss intro lectures. I know you don’t actually learn anything in a lot of these type of lectures, but they're a great chance to socialise and meet the people on your course for the first time. 

Don’t think you have to be best mates with people you meet in freshers - friendships change a lot and that is 100% normal!

Don’t be that person on the night out - aka don’t go get blackout drunk and need looking after. In freshers week you don’t really know people, so you want to stay in control and aware in order to stay safe and have fun!

Don’t get deep into your overdraft in freshers (if you can help it), it can be tempting to buy everything and anything - but really try and get used to budgeting early on in term.

Don’t stress about work - in my freshers week I was given some essay titles and a huge reading list before the term had officially started. My advice is to just ignore all of it and enjoy yourself until lectures properly start.

Don’t say yes to everything. It can be tempting to say yes to every social engagement/offer, club or society, night out etc. While it is important to get stuck in and involved in extra-curriculars and making friends, it is important not to go mad on this. Take time for yourself too, as you have to get through an entire term of uni after freshers - so don’t burn out in the first week (although you’ll probably get freshers flu regardless!) Saying no to some things can also save you some money (as nights out and costs for societies can add up to a lot!)

Don’t worry about who to live with in 2nd year during freshers! At a lot of unis you move out of halls after first year, and people generally start looking for houses towards the end of first term (Nov/Dec). This seems very soon, but don’t panic and rush it. 

Don’t buy books brand new - a lot of older students sell second hand books cheap, and a lot of uni libraries are well stocked. Ask older students what they think it’s worth buying and what to not bother with.

Do not forget to register with a GP in your uni town - you never know when you might need to go to the doctors!

Don’t forget to register to VOTE in your new city. Students can be registered at their home address and in their uni town (as long as you only vote once in each election). This is very important with the threat of a general election in the UK at the moment (eek!)

Don’t think you are the only one who is homesick. Everyone is in the same boat and missing home. It is so common for people to think they’re the only one and put up a front of being totally fine. Give someone at home a call, have a catch up and a bit of a cry.

And last but not least, don’t steal milk - it’s never nice to have a milk thief in your flat or halls, so don’t take it (or any other food or cooking equipment without asking!!)

[daughter-of-winterfell]

A Waltz With You

- Jon x Sansa - Words: 745 - AO3: Here

"This must always happen, she told herself, still hoping see another person, anyone, to dance with. Not everyone can come with a partner.

“I, ugh, can partner with you.”

-

Sansa goes to try out ballroom dancing and doesn't have a partner. Luckily, someone's there to step in...

“Can everyone without a partner raise one of their hands please,” the teacher called out across the crowded hall.

Slowly, Sansa raised hers, shifting in her heels and trying to catch someone's eye so they could be her partner.

Soon, though, she was the only one left alone. 

 This was all Gilly’s fault.

Gilly, who had bailed on her when they were meant to go to the first Ballroom and Latin Society class together, and instead had decided to become ill with freshers flu. Which was just perfect.

 Sansa could feel the heat rising in her cheeks but kept her spine straight. This must always happen, she told herself, still hoping see another person,     anyone, to dance with. Not everyone can come with a partner. 

 “I, ugh, can partner with you.”

Whipping round, Sansa almost collided with a guy behind her, who was rubbing the back of his neck and looking at her with slightly wide, grey eyes.

Thank the gods, Sansa thought, hoping she hadn’t hit him with her braid as he hardly smiled at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed now. 

Watching him then she couldn’t help but notice that he was kinda… very handsome. And shorter than her.

 “That would be great - yes, um, thanks,” Sansa rushed to say, moving closer, knowing her cheeks must be stained pink by now. 

“No problem,” the guy mumbled, just as Kevin, the ballroom teacher, yelled at them all, “Take up hold with your partner!”

 Standing tall and stretching out her arms, Sansa knew she could do this at least. She’d done ballet. She’d watched Strictly Come Dancing her whole life. How hard could a beginner’s waltz be?

Harder than she expected, when her new partner stepped forwards and pulled her closer, grasping one of her hands and anchoring her to him with a hand firmly placed on her shoulder blade. 

Sansa took a deep breath, and regretted it as why does he smell so good?  

 “I’m Jon,” the guy said, as other people’s frames were being corrected around them and they stood in silence. 

Sansa swallowed and said, “Sansa Stark, first year Law student.”

“I do History. Second year.”

 Sansa opened her mouth but before she could reply Kevin shouted, “Leads, step forwards on your left leg. Follows, backwards on your right. Then step to the side and change your weight. And one, two, three, one...”

Oh gods, we’re so close right now, Sansa thought as Jon begun to unsteadily lead her through the first couple of steps for the waltz. 

It only got worse when his hand tightened on her back, bringing her even closer to his body, after one of the older dances advised them all from the edge of the room, “Stand close to your partners, preferably hips to belly buttons.”

 Slowly, slowly, they danced down the room, faltering and stopping and smiling small smiles at one another and Sansa’s heart felt like it was going to leap from her ribs.

“Umm,” she said as they danced, cursing herself for being unable to think of a single thing to ask Jon, when small talk and the like had always been natural to her. What was happening to her?

She’d met cute guys before. Cute guys who could dance quite well, with dark curly hair, and…

 Then she was tilting and her foot was sliding forwards as her heels skidded across the floor, but before she could fall further, Jon was there, his arms around her, holding her up.

“Careful, Sansa,” he said gruffly. Frowning and blushing furiously, Sansa righted herself, and replied with a quiet, “Thank you.” 

“I couldn’t dance in those heels, it looks awful.”

Despite her embarrassment, Sansa couldn’t stop her smile. “Two and a half inches isn’t too high, so it could be worse.”

“Rather you than me,” Jon said, half a smile on his lips as he held his arms up, waiting for her.

 In hold once more and safe - from falling at least - Jon counted them in and they tried the steps again and again, moving up and down the room as best they could.

 “Are you coming next week?” Sansa asked, when they shuffled apart at the end of the hour.

She just needed to know for partnering. That was all.

Jon ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, hands deep in his pockets. “Are you?”

“I think so…”

“I’ll see you next week then,” he said, nodding quickly. Then he smiled.

 And Sansa smiled back.

[flowerspecial]

“Don’t get up, I’ll do it.” with Hyungwon

You honestly felt like death warmed up. You were so angry that you had gotten freshers flu this late in the term. How could it still be classed as freshers flu when you were already in week 6 of university? How could the flu still be going around? You had managed to stay healthy so far so you thought that you had avoiding catching the flu for the entire term. Oh how you was wrong.

When you woke up in the morning, your head felt heavy and your nose was stuffy. You had a sore throat and your entire body ached. You hated being ill at the best of times, because let's face it, no one likes being ill. But it couldn't have come at a worse time. At this time in the term, you had so many pieces of coursework that needed completing. Therefore being ill was not going to help matters.

You weren’t beligerant though. You knew that the flu would have to take its course and constantly going out into the cold to walk to lectures was not going to help you get better. Therefore, you decided that what was best, was to make camp in your apartment and ride it out. You didn't want to get anyone else ill, so you messaged all of your friends and told them not to come anywhere near you. You also messaged your boyfriend that maybe it was best to stay away.

“Aw baby, do I have to stay away?” Your boyfriend, Hyungwon, moaned into the phone.

“Yes honey you do! You can't afford to get ill right now!” You tried to reason with him. Only your words were cut short as you suffered an impromptu coughing fit. Your head was pounding as you rested it back onto your pillow. Hyungwon wished you to get better quickly and then told you that you needed to get back to rehearsal. You said you loved him and hung up the phone.

Now of course this wasn't the first time you had been ill. You had your own collection of little remedies to help you feel better. You grabbed the humidifier from the spare cupboard and set it up next to your bed. You attempted to change your bed sheets, but you were significantly slower than normal as your energy levels were depleting rapidly. Your mum always said that fresh bed sheets would stop you from feeling icky. Afterwards you cocooned yourself with a nice fluffy blanket and padded your way towards the kitchen. A valuable tip that you would offer to anyone who is suffering from a sore throat would be to drink a good glass of hot water with a spoonful of honey in it. Your throat would feel dramatically better in minutes.

You took your drink back into your bedroom and placed next to the humidifier. You clambered back into bed and snuggled deep into the comforts of your fresh sheets. The comfort engulfed you as you close your eyes slowly, and your breathing began to even out. Rather quickly, peace entranced you and you fell into a deep slumber.

As you wake up, you were startled alert as you saw a figure sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hyungwon? When the hell did you get here?” You ask, shocked. You clutched the bed sheets close to your chest with one hand as you brush your hair with the other.

“About an hour ago. I finished rehearsals early so I thought I should come and see you. I was worried when I didn't hear anything from you when I opened the door. So I came in here and saw that you were out like a light.” Hyungwon walks round to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. He strokes your cheek tenderly as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away though? You might get ill!” Your insistent worry for him made Hyungwon chuckle softly.

“You didn't think that I would actually listen to you, did you? If I was ill you would be all over me, nursing me to health. Now it's my turn to take care of you!” While you were asleep, Hyungwon had reset your humidifier and had gone to the store to buy all the food he needed to make you a nutritious meal. He may have even gotten you a few treats for when you feel a bit better. Hyungwon had even gone as far as cleaning your kitchen and bathroom to help disinfect them from any germs that might be lurking in your apartment. “I’m going to make you some soup! Don't move okay?”

People you could protest, not wanting Hyungwon to act like your servant, he was out of the room in a flash. Your heart swelled at your boyfriend’s kind actions, but you still felt bad that he was inevitably going to get ill because of you.

When Hyungwon returns, you attempt to grab the tray table from his grasp but Hyungwon pulls it away from you.

“Don't get up, I’ll do it.” He reprimanded you gently. He placed the table on the floor next to him. He pulled you up slowly so you were sitting up and then fluffed the pillows behind you so you are more comfortable. Then he would place the tray table over your lap. Before you could even reach for the spoon, Hyungwon was grabbing onto it quickly and spooning up the first spoonful. He smiles sweetly as he hovers the spoon just in front of your mouth. You roll your eyes softly but gladly take the soup.

“Thank you Hyungwon.” You say graciously after you finish eating your soup.

“You’re welcome angel. I told you that I would look after you!” Hyungwon replies. He takes the table tray away from you and heads back into the kitchen to start cleaning up.

Before the day finishes, you decide that you should end the day with a nice hot bath. The warm water will soothe your aching muscles and hopefully decongest your stuffy head and nose.

“Hyungwon?” You shouted hoarsely through your apartment.

“Yes baby?” Hyungwon shouted back.

“Can you help me run a bath please?”

“Of course I can! Don't move from your bed until I tell you to!” He ordered from outside of the room.

Once the bath was ready, Hyungwon walked back into your bedroom and picked you up bridal style. He carried you into the bathroom and placed you on the side of the bath. He helped to undress you courteously and lowered you gently into the bath. You sighed happily as you sunk further into the warm water.

“I don’t know what I would do without you Hyungwon.” You said in an almost dazed like state.

Hyungwon laughed from where he was sitting on the floor. Hyungwon wanted to give you your privacy equally he didn't want to leave you on your own. Therefore he had brought a pillow from the living room to sit on and he had his body turned slightly away from you.

“And to think, you didn't even want me around!” He exclaims dramatically, giving you a cheeky smirk.

“I’m ill okay? I’m delirious, I don't know what I was saying!” You tried to justify your previous words with your eyes still shut.

Of course you couldn't see, but Hyungwon was smiling at you so fondly. As if you were an angel that had fallen from heaven just for him. Hyungwon was absolutely in adoration with you. He was willing to go to the ends of the earth and back for you. But what he didn't know, is that you would do the exact same for him.

[rotzaprachim]

gd nothing swallows time like writing 

[thegiddyowl]

Carry Me To Sleep - The Sweet Sequel of a Sequel of a Rebelcaptain Ficlet

Making this a sequel to my original ficlet into it’s own post because a) the post is long enough as it is and b) this is a little crackey. Just a bit.

Jyn was able to find some rags to sop up his leaking nose, the extra blankets to keep him warm, and the code to slice into the ‘fresher for a few extra minutes of hot water. What she couldn’t find was the damn honey he had put in her tea. She looked all over his dresser drawers (finding a secret stash of sweets, to her surprise), but there wasn’t a drop of it, leading her to believe that he borrowed it from someone else. She asked K-2SO where Cassian got it, but he didn’t know either. All the droid had was some medicine from a med droid for Cassian’s fever and, with a bit of prodding from both Jyn and K2, took the two little gel caplets that made him fall into a very deep sleep.

“Can you watch him while I go look?” Jyn asked as she slung her scarf around her neck.

“I always do. Like many organics, he’s very bad at taking care of himself.”

With Cassian taken care of, she asked the Pathfinders, the few people she knew Cassian knew in Intelligence, and Chirrut, Malbus, and Bodhi, but no luck. She sliced into the kitchen’s inventory stock, but it was the standard rationed fare and not a drop of honey. Someone must have a private stash, but the question was who. Cassian would be healthy again by the time she asked everybody on base, so she decided to just get the answer from the fathier’s mouth when he finally stirred from his medically induced sleep.

“I was going to make tea, Cassian. Where did you get the honey?” Jyn asked, stroking his hand while she sat on the side of his bed.

His lips twitched into a groggy grin. “Heh heh.”

Jyn frowned, but kept her temper. “That isn't an answer.”

He laughed from his throat, his eyes drifting closed until Jyn cupped his face with her hands.

“Cass, do you want honey for your throat?”

He nodded.

“Then where did you find the honey?”

“I found it for you.”

She sighed. “Okay, but where is it? Who gave it to you?”

He squinted at her, and she could see the gears grinding her patience thin behind his watery eyes.

“Honey, where is it?” she asked.

He smiled and clapped a hand over hers. “Draven has it.”

“Draven has it? Only Draven?”

“Yes. I looked and I couldn’t find--” he turned away from her and coughed. “He said he had some, but it's a secret, so don't tell anyone.”

She sighed and let her hands slip into his lap.

“I won't.”

His sad eyes followed her hands.  “Don’t...I know you don’t like him, but I think he trusts me again and I can’t break that. Can’t tell anyone.”

“You just told me.”

He blinked. “Shavit.”

Jyn laughed this time. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. If anything I actually have a chance of getting it now since it's to help you out.”

That, at least, soothed him enough to send him back to sleep. Jyn tucked the covers under his chin and sent out to find Draven. As was her luck, she found him marching down one of the emptier halls with a data pad in his hand.

“General Draven.”

He didn’t slow, leaving Jyn to catch up to his brisk pace.

“Sergeant Erso, good to see you upright,” he said, glancing down at her.

This is for Cassian. “Thank you, sir. Unfortunately, I gave Captain Andor my flu--”

“That was evident this morning.”

For Cassian, for Cassian, for Cassian. “I'm tending to him now. I have everything I need, except for honey for his sore throat. Cas--Captain Andor was able to get some for me but he's too ill to tell me where he found it. I've been looking around but I think he had a stock of honey that he used up for me.”

At last, Draven stopped at the fork in the ice tunnels, one of which would lead them to the general’s quarters. Draven crossed his arms and stared at her with a neutral face.

“I know that this is a strange request, but since you know Captain Andor best, did he by chance mention where he got the honey? I'm assuming off world but in--”

“Enough of this dance, Sergeant Erso. I know that he told you he got it from me.”

She froze for a moment too long. “…no he didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes and continued his walk. “Follow me. I trust he's only told you?”

“Yes,” she said firmly.

“Well, it's a comfort to know that he only loses his integrity and good sense around you.”

“Is this why you never invited me to join intelligence?”

He smirked. “Lack of discretion and respect for authority are the official reasons.”

Good enough to get the Death Star plans when everyone else was too cowardly to--no, this is for Cassian. Stay focused. “That’s fair, sir.”

“I’m glad we’re finally in agreement,” he said as they approached his door with a thumb print lock.

Draven’s quarters were as sterile as she expected: a glossy white desk, a metal-framed bed that was made without a wrinkle, and a white armoire that, when opened, held two shelves of perfectly ironed and folded uniforms. Draven pulled out a large wooden box from the bottom shelf and placed it on the desk. He slid the cover off, revealed at least three dozen jars of honey.

“Take your pick, and I expect to have it back as soon as Captain Andor is well.”

“Why are there so many? It’s all just honey, isn’t it?” she asked.

“You wound me, Erso,” he scoffed. “Each honey is unique to each species of bee, flower, and environment.”

“Which one did Captain Andor pick?”

“I don’t remember.”

The grin hidden in his blue eyes suggested differently.

“Fine, I’ll take this one,” Jyn huffed, picking up the honey closest to her and tucked it in her jacket pocket. “Thank you, for helping him.”

Draven snapped the box shut. “Just make sure he’s well before the Empire finds us. You’re dismissed.”

Jyn bit her tongue and left with her hard-earned prize, walking fast as she could without risking a slip and fall that would break the jar of honey.

“You’re back,” Cassian said huskily when Jyn returned. “I missed you.”

She smiled as she set up the tea packets and electric kettle. “Yes, and Draven gave me honey.”

“That’s good. You were gone for awhile.”

Jyn opened the jar of honey, her nose wrinkling from the burst of cloying sweet air. “I let Draven have his fun. How many spoonfuls should I put in the mug?

“Just one should be fine.”

The tea didn’t take long to prepare, but they let it cool a little on their nightstand table while Jyn checked his (still quite high) temperature. His hands were unsteady, so Jyn slightly tipped the mug against Cassian’s lip so he could sip it. His brow wrinkled when he tasted the tea.

“How is it?” Jyn asked, moving the mug away.

“It’s good, thank you,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Jyn put the tea back on the nightstand table. “You hate it.”

“I said it was good.”

“You don’t like it.”

“Jyn, it’s fine--”

“No, it’s not,” she said, already on her feet and stuffing the jar back in her pocket. “I want you to get a honey you like and I’m going to get it. You could have warned me about Draven having twenty billion karking honeys to pick from.”

“Jyn, come back,” he croaked, his hand reaching out for her as she approached the door.

“You need the right honey with your tea.”

“I need you more. Stay, please?”

His legs shifted under the layers of blankets to make a spot for her to lay down next to him. He fought to keep his eyes open, but his gaze never left hers.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

He nodded, and she put the honey back on his desk before approaching the bed.

“All right,” she murmured as she laid down next to him.

His relieved sigh on her neck sweetened her sour mood. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling loved as he curled towards her. Maybe it was the flu or the medicine or both that made him so openly clingy, but she loved that he was comfortable enough with her to show this side of him.

Cassian turned away and hacked out another wet cough, then turned back to her and mumbled something Jyn didn’t catch.

“You all right?” Jyn asked.

He nodded as he turned back to her, his eyes firmly shut. Jyn kissed the top of his head and made a mental note to get him in the shower once he woke up again. They laid together for a long, quiet while, Jyn about to nod off when Cassian coughed into her shirt.

“Throat hurts,” he whimpered.

She sighed in his hair. “Which honey did you want?”

He sniffled into her shirt (that she was going to have to change again) and looked up at her with sad, red-rimmed eyes. “The one I like.”

For a top intelligence officer, Cassian had a poor memory when it came to remembering important details such as which specific honey he liked from Draven’s stash. Regardless, Jyn stormed back up to the general’s quarters and knocked until she was finally let in.

“Is there a problem, Erso?” Draven asked from his desk.

“He didn’t liked the one I picked.”

“Is that so?” he said as he pulled the box out of the armoire again.

Jyn glowered at him. She was certain that he actually knew which honey Cassian had picked for her, but he wouldn’t tell her. She would have to play his game and amuse the joyless old man.

“Any tips on what he would like?” she asked.

“You know him better than I do, Erso, so I trust that you would know best.”

She scanned the different labels on all the honeys, determined to solve this puzzle Draven laid out for her, when she remembered the bag of sweets in Cassian’s dresser.

“Which is the sweetest honey that you have?” Jyn asked.

He pointed to three jars all sitting next to each other in the box. “These three.”

Jyn nodded. “Right, and where do they come from?”

“Naalol, Naboo, and Yavin.”

Jyn picked up the honey from Yavin and twisted its lid open for a whiff. She could feel the oncoming sugar just from one sniff of the clear honey, but she could smell the faintest scent of the little white flowers that bloomed at night and perfumed the grease-soaked air with their syrupy-sweet scent. It was one of the few things she enjoyed when recovering after Scarif in the medbay with Cassian.

“I’ll take this one,” Jyn said, already pocketing it.

To her surprise, Draven gave her a reserved, but genuine, smile. “Let’s hope you have better luck with it this time.”

Jyn headed back to their quarters after she was dismissed. Cassian was awake and waiting for her when she arrived, though he slumped against his pile of pillows.

“You came back,” he said, his voice weak and raspy.

“I’ll always come back,” Jyn hummed as she set up the electric kettle again. “Got a new bottle that came from Yavin.”

He raised his eyebrows at that. “Really?”

“I would give you the jar to smell but I don’t think you can smell anything right now.”

Cassian chuckled at that, then flopped his hand out to beckon her back to bed. She resisted, changing into a clean shirt instead while the kettle boiled, and only returned to sit on his bedside once the tea was finished. On the nightstand table she swirled a heaping spoon of the golden honey in the pale tea, Cassian’s fingers tracing up and down her spine. Once it had cooled enough, she again lowered the mug on his lip. His eyes widened on the first taste, but he leaned his head forward to gulp it down.

“I never knew you had such a massive sweet tooth,” she teased when she set down the empty mug. “Actually, I never pegged Draven as having a sweet tooth either.”

“I didn’t either, but when I was taking care of you he offered the honey,” Cassian said, his voice already sounding stronger.

“More tea?”

“Maybe later. We should get some rest.”

She smirked at the ‘we,’ but she slid under two of his four blankets, his arms already curling around her. She sighed and closed her eyes, honestly ready for a short nap. Cassian grumbled something in her hair that she didn’t catch.

“What was that?” she asked.

He put his cheek on his shoulder.“I know you always come back. I don’t know why I’ve been so…”

“Clingy?”

“Yes. You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.”

Maybe the medicine was wearing off or the fever was breaking. Jyn wrapped her arms around him and gave him a gentle squeeze.

“But I want to, though. Your bed’s a centimeter thicker than mine.” She mimicked his smile, then lowered her voice to a soothing hush. “When I was sick and you were there, I felt safe. I want you to feel safe with me too.”

“I do.”

“So don’t worry about being clingy. We have what we need now, just sleep and…”

He snored, his mouth open just enough for a trickle of drool to leak through eventually. Safe and content, Jyn followed him to sleep shortly after.

[mdemontespan1667]

As a former waitress/bartender for 20+ years it's not just the wage issue. At the time when I left the industry I was making $3.10 an hour and that's after working at the same place for 14 years. Granted, I consistently brought home between $400 to $500 (if we had a good band I could pull in $600 a night) a week. Great wages right? But here's the issues:

1) If I didn't work, I didn't get paid.

I went to work with strep, bronchitis, pneumonia, the flu, numerous colds, went back a week early after my partial hysterectomy and only took one day off after breaking my foot badly (I spent 6 weeks working in a boot. That was fun). And it's not just the servers. Kitchen staff routinely came in sick too. Think about that the next time you order food.

2) There is, usually, no benefits at all.

Want health insurance? Nope. How about PTO? Are you fucking crazy? How about a little retirement fund? Hahahaha. Maybe a day or two of sick time? Lol now you're just being silly. And even if an establishment offers full time employees benefits 99% of the staff will be worked just under full time hours so the company can avoid offering said benefits.

3) I can't count the number of paychecks I received that were for $0.00. That's right. My paychecks could be zero, zip, nada. Now, yes, those weeks were weeks that I made excellent tips but, let's be honest, no other job gets away with that.

4) Many people don't realize this but the majority of servers/bartenders etc get taxed on a certain percentage of what they sell. So if your bill is $100 and I get taxed 10% and you only leave $5 (extreme example) guess who has to make up the other $5? Not the fucking employer. It's my responsibility to come up with that $5.

5) Sexual harassment is part of the job.

Yes. It's wrong. No it shouldn't happen. I understand that. However if you don't reciprocate flirting etc you won't make as much money as someone who does. It's that simple. Is there a line? Most of the time. But sometimes not. That all depends on your employer. Some managers will back you up. In my experience, and other people in the industry I know, most won't because the customer is always right.

6) You constantly get told it's not a "real job."

I don't know how many times I heard this. "When are you going to get a real job?" Bitch this is a real job. In my opinion it ranks up there with some of the most difficult. YOU HAVE TO HAVE YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. EVERY SHIFT. You can't just phone it in. If you're not 100% there you don't make any money. Table 12 needs ranch, Table 3 needs 2 soda refills, Table 8 needs another round of drinks that you better have memorized cause there's 10 people at that table, Table 5 is pissy cause it took 20 minutes to get a hamburger (they apparently think that the laws of fucking physics don't apply to their food when the place is packed) and a table of 20 just set in your section and is giving you the death stare cause you haven't brought menu's yet. So you're carrying ranch, 2 sodas, 10 alcoholic drinks, apologizing to Table 5 and have 20 menu's stuck under your arm. Plus the cooks are yelling about the food you have up. It's not for the weak.

I'm not saying all this to make anyone feel sorry for servers/bartenders. It's a career we choose. We know it's tip based. We know there's no benefits. We know sometimes the customers suck (if you ever see a stressed server leave the floor stressed and come back 5 minutes looking fresher they went into the kitchen walk in freezer and screamed. Trust me. It helps). But that doesn't make any of this right.

End rant.

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Persona 6 Chapter 8: Storms Brewing

Finally, Suki came to. She was back in her room with Kimi lying on the floor asleep next to her. She looked out her window and her eyes widened in surprise. It was already dark outside. How long was I asleep for..?

Suki rolled out of bed and crouched down next to Kimi, gently shaking her awake. "Kimi...Kimi, wake up!" She whispered. "Ugh...what...? Suki...?" Kimi groaned, slowly rising from the floor.

"Kimi...wake up. You have to get up." Kimi's eyes flew open and was now fully awake, facing Suki. Her face lit up and she hugged her.

"THANK GODS YOU'RE OKAY!" Kimi exclaimed. Suki was a bit taken aback but fell into the hug herself. "Yeah. I'm okay..."

Kimi broke away from the hug and was now just holding her hands. "You passed out before we even got out. I thought you were a goner or somethin'! I was almost fallin' halfway home before we-"

Kimi stopped, her gaze going to the middle of Suki's chest in confusion. "Where did you get that?" She asked.

"Get what?" Suki asked, confused herself. Kimi pointed to the middle of her chest. "That. That necklace."

Suki looked down and realized that Kimi was right. Hanging around her neck was a silver butterfly necklace with green emerald embellishments. "I...I don't remember having this..." Suki said, examining the necklace.

She looked down and spotted a silver ring with a small ruby gem placed in the center on Kimi's left ring finger. "You have one too, Kimi."

Kimi looked down at her hand, confused. "Wha...? Where did we get these?"

"Maybe they're from that other world....are you able to take it off?" Kimi shrugged, then quickly began to take off the ring. She slid the ring off her finger without problems. "Well at least they aren't stuck to us." Kimi said.

Suki nodded, a little relieved. The room was silent for a moment before Suki was reminded of something she saw in that other world.

"You saw that too, right? Isas? In that palace like structure?" Kimi thought for a moment before it clicked in her head. "Oh yeah! You think...he has a persona, too?"

Suki shook her head. "No. I don't know why but...I could feel that it wasn't really him. Something felt...different." Kimi tilted her head, confused. "Different?" Suki nodded. "Yes something...just didn't seem right about him."

Kimi shrugged. "Maybe we should check it out tomorrow after school. That we it won't seem suspicious." Suki nodded in agreement. "Alright. Sounds like a plan."

Kimi smiled before looking down at her watch, her expression then turning to surprise. "Oh Shi- I gotta get going! It's hella late!"

"It's only nine. You could stay longer." Kimi shook her head. "Nah, Suk. I go back home at help out with the kids. I got like- Seven siblings! But hey, we still have that thing tomorrow!"

"So, it's a date~?" Suki asked flirtatiously .Kimi blushed intensely as she let go of her hands. "Y-you know what I mean!!"

Suki chuckled as Kimi smiled sheepishly. "Hey, Suki?"

"Hm? Yes, Kimi?" Kimi took one of Suki's hands, and looked her in the eyes. "Suki...this may sound really weird but...I feel like...things are gonna get fucked after all this, so I want you to promise me something."

Suki nodded. "Anything Kimi.."

"Promise me, that you and I are gonna stick through this until the end, okay? You and me together til the end." Suki smiled, as she could feel something originate inside of Kimi. A sense of determination.

"I am thou, Thou art I.... Thou as created a new vow.... Thou as birthed new life and blossomed forth the vow of the Chariot Arcana."

Chariot Arcana: Rank 1

Suki was a bit puzzled by the voice that played in her head, but then again, it wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened that day. Suki nodded. "I promise."

Kimi nodded back. "Good. Now I gotta get going."

"Let me walk you out." Kimi walked out of Suki's room with Suki following behind her. They walked out of the house, when they noticed that the world around them was...different. Even in the darkness, the world had become filled with more color and a bit more clear. The air...was different. "Hey...we're not wearing our mask..." Kimi said.

Suki's hands ghosted over her mouth, feeling the absence of her surgical mask. "Y-you're right but...everything is so much...fresher. So...natural."

Both girls came to the same conclusion that this power granted something the whole town could benefit from, but only they had it. Kimi looked at Suki for a minute and smiled. Suki smiled back, knowing that it was finally a genuine smile. Suki then had a very quick thought come to mind. One that could almost seem plausible. Maybe that other world had something to do with the death of that student...maybe even the whole flu surrounding the town.

And she blamed Akiniko for it! She called him a liar...

I have to apologize once I get the chance...I have to...

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Wednesday Morning March 5th, 20XX

Isas stood shaking and exhausted in the student council room with a blinding headache. Literally. There were points in the day were he could see nothing. He could have stayed home and rested. But he didn't.

Mother and Father wouldn't approve....

Another intense pain stabbed inside Isas' head. It was torture. "Hey dude." A weak voice came in. Isas looked behind him and only saw a blur until the pain disappeared, and saw a beaten Jumin.

Isas' eyes widened as he almost sprinted towards his friend and lightly cupped his face. His concern then turned to anger, with his brows furrowed as his mouth retorted into a snarl. "I told you he would do this to you...why didn't you listen to me?!" He growled.

Jumin looked away and just sighed. "You...have a lot on your plate...you shouldn't be worrying about me."

Isas was about to say something but was interrupted when the principal walked in. They blushed and pulled away from each other, with Jumin quickly leave, pulling his hood up. Jumin...

"Ah, Chikako-Kun. Are you ready for today's assessment assembly?"  The Principal asked. Isas was paying attention. Too...lost in thought.

"Isas? Everything alright?"

"Huh? Oh, y-yes sir! I am..." Isas assured him. I hope I'm ready...I don't think I can even stand up...

The Principal nodded. "Very good then. I shall leave you to prepare."

"T-thank you sir." Isas said, releasing many shaking breaths. I-I'm okay...I-I'm okay....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The morning assembly was about to begin. Being that there were too many people unfamiliar to him and could not find Kimi or Suki anywhere, Jumin stayed outside the doors of the auditorium, his hood up and ear pressed against the door. Suki and Kimi sat up in front with their surgical masks on to make sure they did not seem suspicious. They watched as the student council was finishing up. They could see Isas hunched over in his chair, rubbing his temples with a pained expression. "Is he okay?" Suki whispered. "Doesn't seem like it..." Kimi whispered back.

Suki felt a pit form in her stomach and swirl around. Was Isas becoming infected? Like the others? Oh no. Isas...

The bell rang and the assembly began. The Principal stood and walked to the podium, adjusting the microphone and clearing his throat. "Students and faculty, I have gathered you all here to address the events that happened here the day before. And here to discuss it with you is our student council president, Isas Chikako."

The crowded clapped, giving Isas a pounding headache. Why do I have to give the damn speech? He's already up there! Isas thought to himself in annoyance as he strolled on stage. He adjusted the microphone to his stature (A/N: he's one of the tallest) and began speaking.

"Fellow students, faculty, volunteers, and...and..." He couldn't finish the sentence. He couldn't. He swayed back and fourth, and then another blinding headache hit him, worse than anything he had for the past three days. Isas began screaming in agony, gripping the sides of his head, almost tearing out his hair.

The crowd panicked. Jumin could feel his heart race as he stepped inside the auditorium, not caring that his anxiety striked. Isas kept screaming intensely as everyone either sat or stood there and watched. And then he stopped. His legs arched in and he continued to stand there. That was until the catalyst came into play. His irises turned a sickly green, then spewing out a liquid of the same color at a projectile until he fell onto the stage floor, unmoving.

Jumin screamed as his heart fell to his stomach. "ISAS!!!!" He sprinted onto the stage, but was pulled back by teachers. He thrashed as he watched students and other teachers running all over the place.

"No, no, no! PLEASE! I NEED HIM! HE'S THE ONLY FRIEND I'VE EVER HAD! HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES ABOUT ME! PLEASE!" Jumin yelled, his voice breaking as tears fell down his face. Suki and Kimi watched in horror as all of this began to unfold. They shot each other the same look as they realized what they had to do.

And they had to do it quick before it was too late.

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I decided to post something that is taking a detour of the the new and stupid policy Tumblr has. So here's persona 6. Hope you enjoyed.