February 14th 1852: Great Ormond Street hospital founded
On this day in 1852, the Great Ormond Street Hopsital for Sick Children opened in London. In the mid-nineteenth century, despite high child mortality rates, there was little professional medical help available for children, with many parents opting to care for their children themselves. Dr. Charles West identified this problem, and drew attention to childhood diseases in a series of lectures. It was Dr. West who fought for the opening of Great Ormond Street, the first hospital of its kind in the UK. When the hospital first opened its doors, it had only ten beds, and was led by the matron Frances Willey. Great Ormond Street struggled financially in its first years, but in 1858 it was saved when famed author Charles Dickens gave a public reading of A Christmas Carol to raise money for the hospital. With Dickens’s money, the hospital could expand and increase its bed capacity to 75. In the years that followed, Great Ormond Street further expanded and attracted notable patrons who wanted to support its work. Most famously, in 1929 the author J.M. Barrie donated the copyright to his creation Peter Pan to the hospital, which has provided the hospital with a steady income. Great Ormond Street is a British institution, and continues to have a worldwide reputation for patient care.
I don’t want to drone on and on about this because I easily could. But it’s so clear that he loves being with fans and he loves interacting with us and showing how much he appreciates and loves us. He knows that without us he couldn’t be doing what he loves and he couldn’t be sharing his talent with the world and I’m so grateful that this little baby gets to give back to us in any way because the smile that it brings to his face warms my heart like nothing else.
Rating: M, descriptions of graphic violence, major character injury, and emotional disturbance
Pairings: JeanMarco, Jean & Marco | background: YumiKuri, Springles, EreJean (Drift pairing make this complicated to tag lol)
Word Count: 57,000 (more or less) (across 4 chapters)
Alright lads! Here’s my entry for the JMGE, as requested by my secret santa, @yoitay, who wanted PacRim! Merry Christmas, friendo! I hope I delivered everything you wanted. This was a blast to write.
Fic Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a Jaeger pilot, just trying his damnedest not to meet a disappointing end. Maybe he had goals once. Maybe there was a part of him that the storm didn’t touch. Not anymore.
Having been kicked from the Mark II Jaeger, Atlas Rogue, on account of the fact no-one Drifts with Eren Jaeger and walks out unscathed, Jean finds himself relegated to the Anchorage Shatterdome, Alaska, the very edge of the world. There’s a new Mark IV about to be launched, and it needs a pilot. Technically - it needs two pilots. It’s a shame he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a Kaiju.
A JMGE PacRim AU for Yoitay, exploring the journey of a Jaeger pilot from the bottom of the barrel, to the cusp of hope, across every up and down in between.
solo singer jk and solo singer jm making a collaboration and then jk suddenly confess to jm the day the collaboration was released, maybe?👀
Jungkook’s leg was bouncing anxiously in the chair he was sitting in, feeling suffocated in the room filled with a couple of producers, a manager, and Park Jimin–a rising artist that he had recently done a collaboration with. Their music video was releasing today so they all thought it would be a good idea to gather their team and pop a bottle of champaign or two in the hotel they had been staying at.
He was nervous thinking about how people would react to their music video because they had decided to take on some more serious themes to get a message out there. For some reason, in the months that he had worked with Jimin, the older had picked up a rather annoying skill of reading Jungkook’s emotions. And maybe that’s why he had gone over to sit by the younger, resting a soothing hand on his thigh sending a shiver down Jungkook’s body.
“Don’t be nervous. They are going to love it, Jungkook.” His thumb rubbed at his leg and Jungkook couldn’t tell if this was helping or making it worse.
“I know I shouldn’t be nervous, I just can’t help it.”
Jimin sighed and picked up two wine glasses from the table as well as one of the bottles. Tugging a confused Jungkook up from his seat, he drags him out of the hotel room and mutters something to his manger on the way out.
Jungkook is surprised to find themselves on the roof of the hotel not even two minutes later. “What are we doing here?”
Jimin sets the glasses down. “You needed fresh air.”
“The music video drops in five minutes.”
They don’t talk much up there, Jimin simply poured them a glass of champaign each and leaned over the balcony, watching the view. But then he listens to Jimin ramble about simple and beautiful things, like he had all of these past months. And he did the same thing he always did–stare at his lips and begged for the courage to claim them as his own.
And then he caught the words.
“You know Jungkook, they asked me who I wanted to collaborate with out of thirty-five artists. And I chose you.”
The champaign was making his brain fuzzy. “Wait what?”
Jimin chuckles and swirls the liquid around in his glass. “I chose you.”
“I could tell…You’re…special.”
Jungkook didn’t mean for the champaign glass to chatter on the ground as he surged forward and smashed their lips together.
It was an impulse decision but it needed to be done. Jungkook wasn’t going to stop until he told Jimin what he needed to–until he took his breath away. Jimin didn’t fight it at all, in fact, he kissed back with just as much fervor. He was lost to the point where he completely lost his sense of time, and when it was over, a void he didn’t know he had was filled to the brim.
“I love you.”
Jimin let out a watery laugh and kissed Jungkook’s wrist. “Took you long enough.”
“And I don’t want this to end after this music video.”
“You’re crazy to think you’d ever get rid of me Jeon Jungkook.”
Jungkook glances at the time on the watch wrapped snugly around his wrist. “Oh shit. The video dropped half an hour ago…”
Without a word, Jimin unfastens Jungkook’s watch and tucks it away in his pocket. “Forget about it,” he says when Jungkook gives him a confused look. “What’s time to us anyways?”
Jimin connects their lips once more, stealing beats of Jungkook’s heart.
“And maybe I love you too.”
Send me a Jikook prompt and I’ll write you a mini fic