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anonymous asked:

OH MY GOD BABY P GETTING HER SHOTS AND HARRY STARTING TO CRY WHEN SHE DOES BECAUSE SHES A DADDYS GIRL AND HE HATES WHEN HIS BABY GIRL CRIES

Why must you do this to me?

Seriously… why?

He’s nervous. His palms are sweating, his stomach is twisting and making him feel sick, and the smell of the hospital is making him feel woozy and a little light-headed as he sits beside his wife in a chair that wasn’t as comfortable as it looked. And he’s not sure why he’s so nervous because he’s wasn’t the one who was scheduled to be poked and prodded by needles for the next fifteen to twenty minutes. His tiny daughter, just freshly turned eight weeks old, bundled up and tucked beneath a blanket as he rocked the car-seat with his foot.

“I feel sick,” he murmurs quietly, looking around at the expectant mothers and fathers who were there for a check-up, his eyes falling on a brand-new baby boy, who must have been days old and snoozing in his mother’s arms, “needles makes me feel funny.”

“Stop being so silly,” she squeezes his knee, reaching over to tuck the blanket, a little tighter, around Persephone, “you’re not the one being vaccinated, are you? You’ve been through all that. I don’t think you have anything to worry about right now.”

“But she’s so small.”

“Exactly. She’s so small and incredibly vulnerable to diseases and whatnot. Once we get this over with, she’ll be fine for a few weeks before we bring her back in,” she looks at him as he worries his lip, chewing nervously on the flesh and making the skin look pained and inflamed, “this is just something that happens.”

He sighs softly and gulps. Eyes wandering around the waiting room, lingering on a particularly boat that was painted on a wall of sky-blue, ears perking to the sound of scuffing shoes going across the linoleum floor, slightly glittered and glistening under the bright lights above them. Nurses walking passed in blue scrubs, clipboards in their hands, as they disappeared around the corner. He can still feel the comforting hand of his wife upon his knee but it’s not enough to settle the tingling in his stomach and all he wants to do is pick up his daughter, cradle her close to his chest, and run without looking back.

“Persephone Styles?”

The practice nurse is already looking in their direction. A soft smile on her lips as she watches the missus stand to her feet, picking up her bag and the coat she’d set on the floor beside her feet, draping one over her forearm and comfortably adjusting the strap, of the other, on her shoulder. Harry’s hand wrapping and holding tightly around the handle of Persephone’s carrier as she startles awake at the sudden motion. Green eyes looking at her surroundings as he slowly follows the two ladies down the hallway.

Introductions being exchanged before he’s even entered the room. Making a dart towards the chair by the chair opposite the desk of the room and placing the carrier by his feet, tearing away the warmth that covered her and setting it over his knees before unclipping the straps that kept her in place. Lifting her up and setting her on his lap.

“We’ll give her a short check-up to see how she’s progressing and then we’ll get set onto giving her these immunisations. You can relax for now. I know that some parents find it difficult. You wouldn’t be the first set of brand-new parents who don’t like seeing their little one in pain,” the nurse explains, “if you want to follow me, bring her with you, and we’ll see how she’s doing. She’s absolutely gorgeous, by the way.”

He stands back with his wife, arm slung across her shoulders as she snuggles against his side, watching as their daughter, laid comfortably as she went through her check-up, careless and unfazed by what was happening around her. Putting Harry at ease… until he saw a trolley being pushed into the room with a set of jabs about to pumped into his daughter.

And he can barely keep the stray tears at bay once his daughter starts crying. The stings being applied to her arms making her feel uncomfortable and pained and sore and it takes everything in him not to push away the nurses hand as she edges closer to the second needle. His daughter curled up in his elbow, resting in his lap, as his free hand squeezed the missus’ hand as tight as he could without hurting her. His fingers, aimlessly and ever so gently, patting her bum as her mewls turned into full blown cries. Face scrunching up and her cheeks becoming wet from the tears falling from her pinched up eyes.

“We’re almost done, sweetheart. Just a couple more and then you can have a good snuggle with your mummy and daddy,” the nurse coos softly, taking one glance at Harry as he sniffed and wiggled his nose to remove the tickle of a tear building up, “you wouldn’t be surprised how many new fathers have a cry when their little one has their jabs. You’re not the only one, mister Styles.”

“It’s hard to see her like this,” he chuckles lightly, his eyes rimmed red as he looked from the nurse to his wife, “I think you can come and do it on your own next time. Take my sister or your mum with you or something. I can’t cope. This,” he puffs out a breath as the nurse pushes the final needle into his daughter’s arm, “this is too hard. I hate seeing her like this.”

There’s a quiet tinkle as the practice nurse sets the empty needles aside. The wheels of the metal trolley squeaking and rattling as she moved them aside to stand up.

“If I just get you to stay here for the next ten to fifteen minutes, just to make sure there’s no immediate reaction to the vaccinations, then we’ll let the three of you go. She’s all good now until her 12-week injections. Not as many as today, the little trooper did so good, but she’ll still need them done,” she drops the gloves to the top of the trolley and smiles, “I think she just needs a nice cuddle. She did really well.” xx

anonymous asked:

Could you do the parent thing you did for Monchevy, but for Spirk pls? You don’t have to go so in depth though I know it probs takes a long time. Maybe just as a baby? And in canon verse if you can :)

Of. Course. Yes. I love these this gah

* Jim and Spock really don’t plan on having kids
* Jim had voiced his curiosity in what it would be like once but that was it
* “Huh, wonder what it’d be like to be a dad?” “Jim, having a child in your position is highly illogical—“ “yeah Spock I know I was just sayin’”
* However when they found the ship wreckage with two deceased adults (a Vulcan female and human male), and one living, if hungry, baby Vulcan, they couldn’t just leave him
* Even if he hadn’t wanted to take the baby (which he did), Jim would have at seeing the sadness on Spock’s face
* So they took the baby aboard ship and Jim took him into medbay for a checkup while Spock went off to “complete some paperwork”
* “Jesus Jim, a baby?” “Yeah, Bones. Thought it’s pretty obvious” “so what, you and the hobgoblin are adopting him?” “…idk Bones”
* Of course they did
* Or at least Spock did
* Apparently the ‘paperwork’ he had had to do had been adoption papers, in which he had forged Jim’s signature alongside his own
* “So you break the rules with this but not when I literally save your life?” “The two circumstances are completely different, Jim” “yeah but—wait we have a kid now??” “…yes”
* After further investigation of the ship they found a locket with the name Jevan in a crate along with a few baby blankets, a pacifier, and a stuffed creature which Spock tells Jim is a sehlat
* They consulted the higher-ups and managed to get them to allow them to raise Jevan on board the ship so long as proper accommodations were made
* So they set up a nursery in the room that used to be Spock’s before Spock moved into Jim’s
* Since they didn’t just have a crib on board the ship, they first let Jevan sleep between them on their bed so that he wouldn’t get hurt
* He was extremely young, only a few weeks by Bones’ estimation, so he didn’t yet understand what was happening and therefor thankfully didn’t cry too much
* Spock was immediately very close to him, Jim guessed it was because he saw similarity between them seeing as they were both half human and half Vulcan
* Spock carried little Jevan everywhere he went, day and night
* When they stopped on a planet to restock some supplies and were finally able to get a crib, it took all of Jim’s persuading to get Spock to set Jevan down to sleep in his own room instead of with them. In the end they agreed to move his crib into their room until he was at least a month or two older
* Jim put Jevan’s locket in a safe to give to him when he was older, but placed his blanket and stuffed sehlat in the crib with him
* As Jevan got older Jim and Spock took him to get his immunisations from Bones
* Bones claimed to dislike the “miniature hobgoblin” but everyone knew otherwise
* Bones showered Jevan with affection whenever he saw him, and Jevan loved him just as much
* The first night that Jevan slept in his own room he cried as expected
* Spock kept saying they should just let him sleep in their room, but Jim just walked over and gave Jevan his pacifier, which quietened him
* Spock still didn’t like being away from him, and was awake for most of the night, but Jevan didn’t cry anymore
* When he was about seven months old, Jevan said his first word
* It was “dad”, and surprisingly he said it to Jim and not Spock
* It happened while he was on the bridge during an uneventful trip, and everyone went silent, then burst into a round of applause
* Except Spock
* Spock seemed slightly upset as he walked over to Jim and took Jevan from him
* However that quickly changed to surprise and delight
* Turned out Jevan had formed a mental bond with him, something that Spock later explained was common between family members but nothing like the t’hyla bond he shared with Jim
* When Spock and Jim wanted time alone they usually asked Bones to take care of Jevan
* Bones always accepted reluctantly, but when the time came to part again he did that reluctantly as well
* When he wasn’t available, Jim asked Chekov, who positively beamed at him before saying yes
* When Jim and Spock went to collect Jevan later they found him asleep on Chekov’s lap, who was also asleep, while Sulu watched over them with a fond smile
* “Hey Spock I bet you $50 they’ll get together within a month” “Jim that is—“ “Come on Spock, have some fun!” “…Very well. I bet they’ll get together within two weeks”
* Jim and Spock both became ridiculously worried when Jevan got so much as the sniffles and would immediately take him to Bones, who rolled his eyes at them and told them not to worry so much (even though he got a little worried too)
* Scotty made a little rattle for Jevan, which Jevan absolutely loved but that kept Jim and Spock from precious sleep
* Uhura made it a point to make Jevan laugh every time she saw him
* Jim asked Spock if he wasn’t upset that Jevan was probably going to turn out more human than Vulcan
* “Why, Jim,” Spock answered, “why would that upset me? After all, the best part of me is human, too,” he said, looking pointedly at Jim with fondness clearly evident in his words and his gaze.

Zootopia Fanfiction Take A Stand: Star of Ceartais Ch 12- Debut

(AN/ Hey Folks it’s Garouge/Crewefox here with another chapter of Star of Ceartais. Thank you to everyone who liked, followed, faved, reblogged and reviewed the last update. As always a big shout out to the soc development team who helped create this chapter and a massive cheers to @australiancroissant who beta read this chapter. Anyway folks we have a discord server but for some reason I can’t put a link on the story page so come to my tumblr page; Crewefox and type in discord to find out more details. Anyway without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)

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Chapter 12- Debut

Three weeks of solid combat training by two of the most infamous vigilantes ever, is as hellish as it sounds. Every afternoon at 3.30PM, the recruits would arrive at the bunker for four hours of intense training and on each day, Marian and Robin senior would dare the kids to quit…But none of them did, despite all the sprains, cuts and bruises. However, these training sessions were not just for putting the teen heroes through physical hell; for the three that had powers, Luna and Olivia had been running tests on them to see what exactly their powers did and how far they could push them.

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Why are you interested in me? You know how easily I could slice your throat without feeling any guilt. ” she said with her eyes locked onto his neck, almost making it appears as she was mentally tracing a dotted line to follow. 
Gema wasn’t really impressed by it, even knowing how terrifying Takeo could be when she was acting like the yakuza boss she was. He witnessed it and, oh boy, he somehow wish that he could forget what he saw. The only good point was how immunised he became to murders and corpses…. even if he wasn’t sure that it was really a good thing.
You’re a bloody bitch who’s the leader of hundred of criminals and you’re an impressive manipulator.” Gema shrugged “Hanging out with you is way more interesting than being with any other moron.

It probably wasn’t the best answer to give, but at least, he was honest.

Little Prick


Drabble Challenge - Prompt 2 - “Hey, hey, calm down.  They can’t hurt you anymore.” Filled for anon.   

Thank you for the prompt, I tried to give you a little bit of hurt/comfort.  I hope you like it and thank you for your kind words. x :) 


“Hey, hey, calm down.  They can’t hurt you anymore,” He remembers his mother whispering to him the first time it happened. 

He was only three and needed to be immunised. As soon as he saw the needle he became hysterical, the doctor had had to chase him around his office and trap him against the wall to administer the inoculation.  He had cried all the way home.

When he’d done his shoulder in college and needed to have it operated on, he’d breathed into a paper bag as the nurse put in the IV drip and even then he had very nearly blacked out from the panic.

Harvey had always hated needles.  He knew it probably seemed silly to most people, but seeing someone with a sharp pointy object that was going to inflict pain on him, move toward him sent a reaction of fear and panic that overrode his usually cool and composed demeanour.  And nobody except Lily knew.

After last year’s flu season had taken out half of Pearson Hardman, Jessica had basically laid down the law.  You had a flu shot, or you faced her wrath.

He was staring ashen-faced at the e-mail revealing his appointment time when Mike bounced into his office.

“Hey boss, got your flu shot appointment?  I got 5 pm, lucky hey?  I usually get a dead arm from those things!” Mike babbled, dropping a file in front of him.

“Hmmm.“  Was his tight-lipped response.

“I’m finished with the Cortland file, found something interesting actually,” Mike explained, gesturing that he pick up the file.  

When he replied with another hum and didn’t even look at the folder, Mike pressed harder.

“Harvey,” Mike insisted, “What’s going on?”

He looked up at Mike then, realising that he had missed an integral part of this conversation.  He grabbed the file and buried his face in it, reading it over quickly.

“Harvey?”

“Sorry, this is good work, Mike,” He said, attempting to distract Mike with compliments but instead found that Mike had managed to slip around his desk and was now reading over his shoulder.  Damn kid and his disregard for personal space.

“Hey, you got the 5.05pm appointment, I’ll come grab you, and we can go together,” Mike confirmed, and exited the office before he could refuse the offer.

True to his word, Mike escorted him down to the 40th floor where the flu clinic had been set up.  They were sitting outside, and he was watching a steady stream of people enter, and exit like this was just your ordinary occurrence, and not the end of the world. 

“Mike Ross.” The nurse announced.

Mike stood and turned to him.

“Want to distract me while she stabs me in the arm?”

He blanched but managed a nod.  Maybe seeing Mike have his needle would help? 

It didn’t, and it was his turn sooner than he expected.  The collar of his shirt was drenched in sweat, and his hands had started to tremble.

“You’re up,” Mike called out, turning to find him pale and shaking, and plastered against the wall.  “Harvey!” Mike said, arriving by his side in the blink of an eye.

He swallowed nervously.  “I can’t,” he muttered, closing his eyes and willing the dizzy feeling away.

“It’s okay,” Mike soothed.  Mike loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, then took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Why didn’t you tell me?  I feel like an asshole for dragging you down here.”

He attempted to laugh, but it came out as a choked cough.  “I thought I could,” he replied, cheeks flushing slightly.

Mike started to unbutton his shirt sleeves. “You’re sweating, just take it off, and we’ll relax in here for a bit okay?  I’ll just let the nurse know, stay put,” Mike directed, leaving him to fumble with the buttons and work his shirt off.

He felt better with his shirt off, maybe a little foolish but at least Mike wasn’t laughing at him.  In fact, he enjoyed the way Mike seemed to take control of the situation, and know just what he needed.

He watched as the nurse nodded at Mike as though she understood, then smile over at him.

Mike turned back to him, and for a second he forgot to breathe because for some reason, Mike was walking toward him like he wanted to take him apart and devour every inch of him.  He managed to huff out a “Wha-” before Mike grabbed his face and placed a hard and unrelenting kiss against his lips.  Without any further thought except maybe ‘fuck yeah’, he kissed him back, Mike’s tongue demanding and receiving entry to his mouth as they lost themselves in a moment that both had wanted for over a year now.

He didn’t even feel the nurse administer the shot.

Authors note: Thanks for reading. There are 7 more drabbles to come, I’ll probably post one every few days. I feel like I could have edited more, but then these would never get posted. Now posted over on AO3

Encephalitis

So, I went to have jabs against encephalitis today. Had a long conversation with the nurse about the variants. At the end she asked how it was I knew so much about the illness. I explained, she grasped my hand and said “oh god I love Hannibal, what’s your tumblr handle? Do you write fic? Really? Oh wow” The start of a beautiful friendship! And I’m immunised against tick borne encephalitis too! Result!

A letter from Roald Dahl on the subject of vaccinations, in 1986

“Olivia, my eldest daughter, caught measles when she was seven years old. As the illness took its usual course I can remember reading to her often in bed and not feeling particularly alarmed about it. Then one morning, when she was well on the road to recovery, I was sitting on her bed showing her how to fashion little animals out of coloured pipe-cleaners, and when it came to her turn to make one herself, I noticed that her fingers and her mind were not working together and she couldn’t do anything.

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked her.

“I feel all sleepy, ” she said.

In an hour, she was unconscious. In twelve hours she was dead.

The measles had turned into a terrible thing called measles encephalitis and there was nothing the doctors could do to save her. That was twenty-four years ago in 1962, but even now, if a child with measles happens to develop the same deadly reaction from measles as Olivia did, there would still be nothing the doctors could do to help her. On the other hand, there is today something that parents can do to make sure that this sort of tragedy does not happen to a child of theirs. They can insist that their child is immunised against measles. I was unable to do that for Olivia in 1962 because in those days a reliable measles vaccine had not been discovered.

Today a good and safe vaccine is available to every family and all you have to do is to ask your doctor to administer it. It is not yet generally accepted that measles can be a dangerous illness. Believe me, it is. In my opinion parents who now refuse to have their children immunised are putting the lives of those children at risk.

In America, where measles immunisation is compulsory, measles like smallpox, has been virtually wiped out. Here in Britain, because so many parents refuse, either out of obstinacy or ignorance or fear, to allow their children to be immunised, we still have a hundred thousand cases of measles every year.

Out of those, more than 10,000 will suffer side effects of one kind or another.

At least 10,000 will develop ear or chest infections.

About 20 will die.

LET THAT SINK IN.

Every year around 20 children will die in Britain from measles.

So what about the risks that your children will run from being immunised?

They are almost non-existent. Listen to this. In a district of around 300,000 people, there will be only one child every 250 years who will develop serious side effects from measles immunisation! That is about a million to one chance. I should think there would be more chance of your child choking to death on a chocolate bar than of becoming seriously ill from a measles immunisation.

So what on earth are you worrying about?

It really is almost a crime to allow your child to go unimmunised. The ideal time to have it done is at 13 months, but it is never too late. All school-children who have not yet had a measles immunisation should beg their parents to arrange for them to have one as soon as possible.

Incidentally, I dedicated two of my books to Olivia, the first was ‘James and the Giant Peach’. That was when she was still alive. The second was ‘The BFG’, dedicated to her memory after she had died from measles. You will see her name at the beginning of each of these books. And I know how happy she would be if only she could know that her death had helped to save a good deal of illness and death among other children.”

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A History of Anti-Fascist Punk Around the World in 9 Songs | Pitchfork

The signifier of “punk” is broad and, in many cases, polysemic. It’s connected to an ethos of rebellion against the stultifying status-quo, but the form that rebellion takes has always varied depending on circumstances.

Dirty disheveled clothes and scream-fuelled music is rebellious in the context of pristine socially-conservative households (crustpunk), going back to handcrafts and Victorian clothing is rebellious in the context of digital technology and sterile iPod-style aesthetics (steampunk), while a lush green utopia built on liberatory values is rebellious in a world on the brink of ecological catastrophe and political authoritarianism (solarpunk).

But one thing punk always must rebel against, no matter the context, is fascism. The knuckle-scraping scumbags attracted to fascism have always tried to co-opt the semiotics of the left, of anarchists, and of underground subcultures to make their pseudo-rebellion against “white genocide” seem anti-authoritarian, when it’s really just another form of totalitarian reaction.

And after having just been spooked by a fascistic “anarchist” page using solarpunk-style imagery in one of its memes, it’s only appropriate to emphasise the ever-present need for antifascism in every form of punk; to immunise against the virus.

Words from Solarpunk Anarchists

Olivia, my eldest daughter, caught measles when she was seven years old. As the illness took its usual course I can remember reading to her often in bed and not feeling particularly alarmed about it. Then one morning, when she was well on the road to recovery, I was sitting on her bed showing her how to fashion little animals out of coloured pipe-cleaners, and when it came to her turn to make one herself, I noticed that her fingers and her mind were not working together and she couldn’t do anything.

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked her.

“I feel all sleepy,” she said.

In an hour, she was unconscious. In twelve hours she was dead.

The measles had turned into a terrible thing called measles encephalitis and there was nothing the doctors could do to save her. That was twenty-four years ago in 1962, but even now, if a child with measles happens to develop the same deadly reaction from measles as Olivia did, there would still be nothing the doctors could do to help her.

On the other hand, there is today something that parents can do to make sure that this sort of tragedy does not happen to a child of theirs. They can insist that their child is immunised against measles. I was unable to do that for Olivia in 1962 because in those days a reliable measles vaccine had not been discovered. Today a good and safe vaccine is available to every family and all you have to do is to ask your doctor to administer it.

It is not yet generally accepted that measles can be a dangerous illness. Believe me, it is. In my opinion parents who now refuse to have their children immunised are putting the lives of those children at risk. In America, where measles immunisation is compulsory, measles like smallpox, has been virtually wiped out.

Here in Britain, because so many parents refuse, either out of obstinacy or ignorance or fear, to allow their children to be immunised, we still have a hundred thousand cases of measles every year. Out of those, more than 10,000 will suffer side effects of one kind or another. At least 10,000 will develop ear or chest infections. About 20 will die.

LET THAT SINK IN.

Every year around 20 children will die in Britain from measles.

So what about the risks that your children will run from being immunised?

They are almost non-existent. Listen to this. In a district of around 300,000 people, there will be only one child every 250 years who will develop serious side effects from measles immunisation! That is about a million to one chance. I should think there would be more chance of your child choking to death on a chocolate bar than of becoming seriously ill from a measles immunisation.

So what on earth are you worrying about? It really is almost a crime to allow your child to go unimmunised.

The ideal time to have it done is at 13 months, but it is never too late. All school-children who have not yet had a measles immunisation should beg their parents to arrange for them to have one as soon as possible.

Incidentally, I dedicated two of my books to Olivia, the first was ‘James and the Giant Peach’. That was when she was still alive. The second was 'The BFG’, dedicated to her memory after she had died from measles. You will see her name at the beginning of each of these books. And I know how happy she would be if only she could know that her death had helped to save a good deal of illness and death among other children.

—  Roald Dahl – author of such books as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach, and Matilda

anonymous asked:

Can we just talk about poor baby D getting her first immunisations :( H and the missus would be just so so sad

My heart. :’(( 

I’ve always had it in my head that Harry would have to be the one to hold her/comfort her while it happened because the missus would be so upset and emotional about it and it would be really hard for her. Harry’s torn up about it too, but I think he tries to put on a brave face for both of them. And maybe the missus is trying really hard to be brave too and she’s talking herself up, willing herself not to cry, but the second Harry lays D back on the table and the nurse brings the tray in with all of the syringes lined up, she just bursts into tears and only cries harder when Darcy starts to wail. She knows she needs them, but seeing her sweet little brand new baby getting jabbed with needles just makes her ache to the core. She’s never done this before and it just gets her more than she thought it would. Maybe D crying even starts to make her leak a bit. So Harry’s then trying to comfort both of his girls. D settles down and is content as can be after a little swaying and bouncing and some kisses. She’s pretty much unfazed by it all. 

“Snuggs, she’s okay,” he promises, gently. “It’s okay, baby.” He squeezes her knee reassuringly, his heart breaking at watching her be so upset. “Look, she’s happy as anything.” He shifts her up in his arms. “Aren’t you, birdie? Say, ‘I’m alright, Mumma. And I’ve got some very nice plasters as well.’” Darcy looks up at him and gives him a smile, cooing brightly. “Yeah!” Harry coos. “You’re okay.”

“She’s just so little,” the missus sniffles. 

“I know,” Harry hums, leaning down to kiss her forehead and carefully brush the tears off her face. “I know. S’okay.” He gently shifts D into her arms and he missus immediately cuddles her close. “Give Mumma some cuddles and tell her you’re okay.”

And they just spend the rest of cuddling and nursing and taking a family bath together later that night, because she just wants her as close as possible. xx.      

anonymous asked:

I cant write I just occassionally have ideas for no reason XD I know it would mess up the siblingness but I mostly just thought it up because they are totally Kristoff and Sven lmao

Hahaha, they are. OMG. 

FROZEN AU WITH A TWIST HEADCANONS:

  • Hmmm, ok so my thoughts are what if Gladion and Lillie ran away from home together. 
  • Maybe Lillie and he were young when it happened, and they were simple people. 
  • And the curse was hereditary but it only occurred in every other child with the same blood. 
  • And maybe Lillie inherited it and when it manifested she accidentally froze Mohn so Lusamine got angry about it and almost killed her so Gladion took her and they fled to Alola…
  • … where Reader happens to be the Monarch with cousin Hau being the friendly Palace Guard leader. 
  • And then, one day Lillie manifests again. 
  • She’s been concealing her powers but concealing them only makes things harder. 
  • And when Gladion goes out with his trusty partner Lillie suddenly freezes half the village of Po Town leaving the place uninhabitable and always raining. 
  • Lillie is distraught by this and decides to run away again this time on her own but she bumps into the Monarch of Alola on a stroll to check on the islands and the leadership (also, the castle is pretty nearby) and recognises the signs of underdeveloped magical ability. 
  • The Monarch, ironically, is magically uninclined, in fact, all magic doesn’t work on him/her. 
  • Turns out, Monarch and Hau were close to a village of trolls growing up that immunised them to curses and magic to the point that they practically nullify Lillie’s curse if she’s around them or regulate it. 
  • Thus, whenever Lillie’s out and about or feeling off-kilter, she has Gladion take her to the palace to visit you. 
  • Lillie likes hanging out with Hau though, since he helps her rediscover things that were once impossible with her magic.
  • And of course this means Gladion spends more time with you.
  • Gladion gets to witness you rule Alola and talk to the common folk and generally be a good monarch.
  • Eventually, you ask about his ice business and Gladion admits he hates the work.
  • So you offer him a job and rooms at the castle so he and Lillie don’t have to live in some sleazy motel and walk to the castle.
  • Gladion doesn’t want to be indebted to you though, so he declines.
  • Except, he catches movement from the corner of his eye and manages to save you from an assassination.
  • And Hau is like… “oops, my bad”
  • Gladion is v disappointed with the Captain of your Palace Guard.
  • “Well, look on the bright side! Now, I can Knight you without you feeling indebted to me.”
  • “This is not funny, someone just tried to kill you.”
  • “But, you saved me!”
  • Gladion becomes v obsessed with your protection, at first he thinks it’s because its his job but really he’s pretty much fallen for you.
  • He catches Lillie sometimes in the Palace library studying magic and wonders if he should tell her. 
  • Lillie totally knows, though.
  • One day, Lusamine will come to the Castle demanding that you return her kids so she can slay Lillie.
  • And of course you’re like fq no you’re nuts.
  • Lusamine did not like that.
  • As evidenced by her using her ice powers against you.
  • HAH! Too bad, that stuff doesn’t work on you lol, it slumps to the ground and becomes slush.
  • And Lusamine keeps trying but all she’s getting is slush up until she faints.
  • You have some trolls look after her and it turns out her supressing her own powers put a curse on her heart that only true love can fix.
  • Gladion and Lillie tell you their sad story.
  • “Wait… I can totally thaw out your dad, though.”
  • “What?”
  • “Yeah, I mean, I thawed out Po Town-”
  • So you thaw out Mohn and he and Lusamine end up living in a nice cottage on the outskirts of Mele Mele while Lillie becomes the Castle Mage.
  • And Gladion proposes to you, well… because Lillie made him on threat of freezing to death but still!

I hope you liked this new version I came up with!

Fighting for the Delinquent’s Love - Jimin

Before entering university, you had thought that people were exaggerating about how hard uni was. But, after a semester spent in university, you had truly understood their perspective. University had definitely turned you bat-shit crazy. Your grades were never a problem, it was almost always smooth sailing, but one of the biggest change that you have noticed was that you have started to develop feelings towards a boy. But, he wasn’t a normal boy, he was Park Jimin.

Park Jimin and his friends were the bad boys of the campus and basically ruled the entire place. They were very controversial, many rumours flew around about them, like smoking weeds, dealing drugs to being members of the underground gangs. But, they didn’t care about a single thing said about them. They never did and it looks like they never will. Despite the warnings given by professors about them needing to stop flicking girls’ skirts, they still kept on doing that. Despite the campus rule of no tattoos should be able to be seen, they still had them on their arms and legs, especially Jimin.

Jimin’s body was beautifully decorated with tattoos, which made him look 15234x more badass. On his right arm, a phoenix was drawn with the black ink. The tattoo stretched from his shoulder to his wrist. On his opposite arm, there was a star constellation and a few random ones. The biggest tattoo that he had was probably the one on his neck that seemed to spread all the way to his back. The picture seemed to be a tree with flowers, but you didn’t know what tree it was. And he still had a million more on other parts of his body. The reason behind this was because Jimin owned a tattoo parlour and it was one of the biggest in the city.

You have had your heart broken by a guy, which was why your friends weren’t ecstatic when you told them you had started liking him. But, you were sure that this time, it wasn’t just a simple crush or like. You knew that your like would soon develop into love, and, you were right. After six months, your simple crush had grown into something else, something stronger.

Every time when you felt stressed out because of your studies, a quick glance at him would refresh your thoughts, your sight would be cleared and everything around you felt like blooming. When you see him laughing along with his friends, your stomach would burst with butterflies. And every day the main thing that kept you going to your classes was because of him, you were always eager to go to university because you were eager to see him. You were 100% sure that you love him and you were going to chase for it. He was going to be a tough one since both of you literally belonged to opposite sides of the campus, you being the model student and him the rebel, but you didn’t care. But your friends did.

“WHAT? Are you crazy, (Y/N)?Jimin? Park Jimin out of every single boy in this campus?” asked Minhee, your friend.

“Yeah, you could’ve gone to Cha Eunwoo, he’s a total looker,” said Sera with hearts in her eyes.

“Dude, Cha Eunwoo is a flower boy, you guys know how I don’t like flower boys. Besides, I don’t think Jimin is that bad,” you said.

“Did you not hear the rumours about him beating up guys in the clubs yesterday ?” Mine asked again, her face showing full disagreement.

“Exactly, that is all we know, we only know him from the rumours, but rumours aren’t always true. He might be a softie under all of those tattoos and piercings,” you said.

“But-“

“Minhee, she knows what she’s doing and we’re all adults. I think it’ll be best if we let her do what she wants this time,” said Sera.

“Thank you. Minhee, don’t worry, I know my consequences and I promise you that I won’t do stupid things. If I sense that this is not going to the right direction, then I’ll stop.”

You took Minhee’s hand and squeezed it. These girls had been with you since the first day of high school and you were grateful that they were actually concerned about you. But, Sera was right. All of you were now adults, it’s time to make big decisions and as an adult, you were aware of the dangers that can happen if you try to match his pace of life. So, you made a promise to yourself that if in the process of fighting for Park Jimin’s love, you started heading towards the bad side of life, you’ll stop.

Minhee sighed and you knew that she gave up. “Fine, but be careful, I don’t want you knocking on  my door at freaking 3 am saying that the cops are after you.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“But, how would you do it though? I mean like, both of you are very different, he’s like covered with tattoos and you’re scared of immunisation jabs, he doesn’t touch books and you’re surrounded by books. How are you going to get him notice you?” she asked.

“Well, I was thinking that I should sort of match his way of living, like get a few tattoos and pierce my ears. And maybe dye my hair,” you shrugged.

“Woah, all of these coming out from our Saint Mary’s mouth? Jeez, you’re so head over heels,” Sera scrunched her nose. You just simply shrugged and grinned at your friends.

Today was the day. You were going to get a tattoo at Jimin’s tattoo parlour. It was very nerve-wracking, your hands were sweating and your heart was beating very fast. You stood outside the shop, took a very deep breath and pushed the door open. The bell above the door ringed, indicating a customer.

“Welcome!” Hoseok bursted out of the curtains behind the till desk with a bright smile.

“O-oh, Hi” You nervously asked.

“Come, come, you want to get a tattoo, right?” He asked.

“Uh, yes…”

“Okay! Cool! Do you have a picture of what you want or do you want a surprise one?”

“Well, I sort of came here unprepared, so… I think a surprise one will be good,” you gave him a smile.

“Ooh, what a brave lady! Come on in, have a seat and we’ll get started soon,” he waved you to take a seat on one of the seats.

“Uh- actually, umm… I was wondering if I can get my tattoo from the best one here. I mean, no offence but-“

“Oh! No problem, we get that a lot, hold on, darl, let me get him,” He sent you a wink and told you to sit down.

You rigidly sat down on the smooth leather chair. You were alone and the place was empty and dead quiet. The interior design of the place was quite nice though, it wasn’t like those dark, shady tattoo places, it was more classy. The main colours were black, gold and a hint of wood. The chairs were black, the walls were also painted black but had gold linings and the till table and door frames were made out of wood.  

“Your order for the best tattoo artist is here!” Hoseok popped up from the back again and returned with the one and only, Park Jimin. Your cheeks started burning up when you met eyes with him. You had managed to say a choked ‘hello’, which he replied with a charming smirk.

“Hey, beautiful,” He said.

“U-uh… h-hey…” you said, your face burning red.

“So, you wanted a surprise, huh? You must have a lot of faith in me.”

“Um… yeah, I wanted to change how I look a bit and decided to leave it to the hands of the expert,” you smiled.

“Oh, wow, I’m touched.”

He gave you another smile which made your heart beat faster, before leaving you to take the equipment. What caught you off guard, though, was how Jimin acted very differently in the campus grounds and here. You definitely liked his attitude better when he’s here.

“Okay, let’s get started,” he returned with a trolley of equipment.

You looked at him putting on black gloves and mask. Then, he grabbed the needle (idk what they call them), that’s when your fear started creeping in. The machine started, the sound was very loud it startled you. Jimin inched the needle closer to your forearm. Your eyes widened and by reflex, you stopped his hands.

“W-wait… uh, shit, sorry-“ You stuttered.

“It’s your first time right?” His eyes met yours but they were no longer full of cheekiness, it was like he was genuinely worried.

“Uh, yeah…” You dipped your head in embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s fine,” He placed his finger bellow your chin and pushed up so that he could make eye contact with you, “You’ll be fine, here hold on to my hand,” Jimin moved your hand that was gripping on the leather chair tightly to his arms.

Your cheeks burned deep crimson at the sudden contact. But, you held onto it nevertheless.

“Okay, are you ready?” He asked. After taking a few breaths to calm yourself, you nodded indicating him to go on with the process.

“Here we go.”

The needle finally touched your skin. You winced in pain and held on Jimin’s arm tighter. Tattoos weren’t an easy thing, you definitely realised that, but you remembered that you were doing this to match the person in front of you, the person you loved, Park Jimin. You couldn’t see what he was drawing since his hands sort of covered the image, so you moved your attention to his face in hopes to distract you from the pain. And, thank Lord, it did. When you looked at his concentrated face, the pain subsided and replaced with bubbles in your stomach.

“So, do you go to any universities?” he asked.

“H-huh?”

“I mean, are studying or working?”

“Oh-ouch-um, I’m currently studying…” you said.

“Oh, same, mind if I ask where?”

“Um, we actually go to the same university…” After you said that, he stopped for a fraction, but continued again.

“Oh, you do? Then, were you surprised that I was here?”

“Well, no…”

“No? So you purposefully came here, to get a tattoo from me? The campus’ s delinquent?”

“Yeah… You can put it that way.”

“That’s brave of you. You’re not scared of the rumours about me doing drugs and beating up people?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t tend to believe in rumours until I have an evidence that the rumours are true. So, do you do drugs and beat up people?” You suddenly became so immersed in the conversation, not paying a single attention to the pain from the needle.

For the first time after a long time, Jimin stopped drawing on your hand and looked up to meet your eyes.

“Well, I’ll tell you straight out and honestly. I don’t do drugs, neither of us do, but I do beat up people. I beat up people that mess with me or my friends,” He stared straight at your eyes.

The two of you stared at each other for a long time. From the tone of his voice and how he looked at you, you knew that he was not lying. And that meant that those rumours about him were false and you were right, Jimin was not the person that the rumours described him as. He couldn’t be the same person when he treated you, a person who he just met with such care. And from the short conversation with Hoseok you had, you had the feeling that he was also not the person that the rumours described him as. Because of this, you became more determined at finding Jimin’s true personality.

“Uh, guys? Is everything okay?” Hoseok’s voice suddenly interrupted your staring session.

Jimin quickly whipped his head down to your tattoo and you swore to God, you saw his cheeks dusted with pink colours. He wiped the excess ink from your arm and stood up.

“Okay, we’re done, I’ll be at the check out when you’re ready,” he said but never meeting your eyes even once. With that, he hurriedly left to the back with Hoseok on his tail.

“What was that?” you asked yourself. You shook your head and chuckled to yourself, then looked down to your freshly drawn tattoo. It was an image of a lotus flower. You weren’t sure about the meaning, but it sure did look pretty. You liked it a lot.

After admiring the tattoo, you stood up ready to go to the cashier. By the time you got there, Hoseok was the one who came out and served you. Your heart dropped a bit. Was Jimin mad at you? Did you offend him?

“Thanks for coming!” he said cheerfully.

“Thank you,” You forced a smile for him.

Sighing in defeat, you pulled the door open making the bell ring again. You were about to walk out when Jimin called you.

“Wait!” He took a hold of your first to stop you from leaving.

“Wait… here,” He shyly gave you a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it. You looked at it in surprise. Did he just give you his phone number? Did Park Jimin just give you his phone number?

“It’s… my phone number. I’ve never had anybody who judged me outside the rumours, so I think you’re pretty special. Do you want to like grab a coffee or something tomorrow?” He asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

Holy cow, did Park Jimin just asked you out on a date? Did your plan work out then?

“Yeah, I would love to,” you took the paper from him and smiled at him.

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Word count: 2312

This scenario did exceed my thoughts, it’s VERY long. Anyways, this was a request from an anon, I hope you liked it :)

Btw, I don’t really know how tattoos work, so I’m not sure if I got the procedures right.

Well, the Ministry of Health has declared a mumps epidemic and a whooping cough outbreak, in summer for goodness sake, a problem created entirely by anti-vaccine cranks and most dangerous to people with already compromised immune systems and little babies who are too young to have had their shots yet. Since I’ll be my sister’s birth partner before too long I need to check my immunisation is up to date and if not get a booster shot or else I won’t be allowed in the neonatal ward or NICU. I’ve called my doctor’s office and left a message on the practice nurses’ line. Hopefully I can take care of it today after work.

PSA for anyone else living in Auckland that you might need a booster shot - best to check and deal with it sooner rather than later.

Taking In Strays - Chapter 5 - Steve Rogers Fanfic

A/N: Oh lookie… things are going all sweet and happy for Steve and Emily… and hey, added parental units… 
Also please note i wrote this in wordpad that doesn’t have spellcheck so i am sorry for any horrific spelling/grammar mistakes!
Fic Summary:  Emily Embers is at rock bottom, doing what she can to care for her son after the death of her husband. A fall on an icy street finds her in the arms of Steve Rogers, who offers her some assistance that she gratefully accepts, but little does Steve know just how deep he will have to get himself into someone elses world in order to save them.
Chapter Summary: Settling into life with Steve, Emily has some big decisions to make about who is included in their lives, and what roles they’ll play. But when she both lives and works with someone, she finds that the line between friendship and taking things further can soon become blurred.
Triggers/Warnings: Unwanted Advances, Steve in his underpants… plus another one that i really can’t say here because it is literally the twist at the end, so i apologise now if it causes anyone any issues.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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Taking In Strays - Chapter 5

Bucky stood staring at Emily, but her reaction was not what he was expecting;

“How did you get that?!”

“Its… Its mine”

“What do you mean its yours? How can it be yours? Is this some SHEILD thing? Did you intercept my mail?”

By now she was on her feet, her brow furrowed as she stalked across the room and went to yank the letter from Bucky’s hands, yet he pre-empted her move and swiped it high above her reach, holding her back with his metal arm;

“No! You can’t take this away from me Emily, its the truth and i’ve never felt happier than when i read your letter…”

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Victim of Nazi medical experiment immersed in freezing water at Dachau concentration camp. SS doctor Sigmund Rascher oversees the experiment. Germany, 1942

Physicians within the third reich would regularly carry out entirely unethical human experimentation on concentration camp prisoners, These experiments would serve a variety of purposes, one of the most important was to aid their military efforts during the war, they would perform a number of tests on prisoners to determine the likes of safe altitudes using low pressure chambers, the effects - and treatment for - hypothermia and how to make sea water potable.

They also tested in a more general medical sense, looking for immunisations for a number of diseases, such as typhus, malaria, hepatitis, tuberculosis and yellow fever.  They also tested bone grafting on non-consenting patients, and the effects and treatment for exposure to mustard gas and other chemical warfare.

Due to the eugenic ideals behind the mass ethnic cleansing that was occurring, doctors also used medical experimentation to advance their ideals, looking at how different races responded to different contagious diseases, and used these results to reinforce their ideas of racial inferiority. The most notorious physician who was involved in these particular experiments  was Dr. Josef Mengele.

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8 weeks old! And Presley slept a lovely 7 hours last night. He has his first immunisation later on today so that should screw everything up. When he’s awake he’s either eating or chilling. He still doesn’t like being put down for any amount of time but I’m okay with that for now. They don’t stay squishy little babies for long and I’m not in any rush for him to become independent. Breastfeeding has become a doddle. I dont have any pain or issues with let down and he feeds sufficiently enough that I don’t have to worry about blocked ducts either. He’s just a happy little soul.