#Hospital Beds Market Share

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Size Matters: Evaluating the Hospital beds Market Share

Market Overview –

The market for hospital beds was estimated to be worth USD 3.1 billion in 2021 and is expected to increase at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 7.5% between 2023 and 2032, from USD 3.33 billion in 2022 to USD 6.38 billion.

The hospital beds market is a crucial component of the healthcare sector, providing beds and related equipment for patient care in hospitals, clinics, and other healthcare facilities. Hospital beds play a vital role in patient comfort, safety, and recovery, accommodating various medical needs and treatment requirements. This market encompasses a wide range of hospital bed types, including manual, electric, and specialty beds, as well as accessories such as mattresses, side rails, and bed exit alarms.

One of the primary drivers of the hospital beds market is the increasing demand for healthcare services driven by factors such as population growth, aging demographics, and the rising prevalence of chronic diseases. As healthcare facilities strive to meet the needs of a growing patient population, there is a continuous demand for hospital beds that offer comfort, functionality, and ease of use for both patients and caregivers.

Moreover, advancements in medical technology and healthcare delivery have led to the development of innovative hospital bed designs with features such as adjustable height, tilt, and patient positioning, as well as integrated electronic systems for monitoring vital signs and controlling bed functions. These advanced beds not only enhance patient care and comfort but also improve workflow efficiency and caregiver productivity.

The COVID-19 pandemic has underscored the importance of hospital beds in managing public health crises and accommodating surges in patient admissions. The pandemic has led to increased demand for hospital beds, particularly in intensive care units (ICUs), prompting healthcare facilities to invest in additional beds and expand their capacity to meet the growing needs of COVID-19 patients.

Despite challenges such as budget constraints, space limitations, and regulatory requirements, the hospital beds market is expected to grow as healthcare systems worldwide continue to invest in infrastructure development and modernization. With ongoing innovation in bed design, materials, and technology, the hospital beds market holds promise for improving patient outcomes and enhancing the quality of care in healthcare facilities.

The hospital beds market is experiencing steady growth, fueled by the constant demand for quality patient care and healthcare facility expansion. Bed in hospital, the cornerstone of patient comfort and care, are evolving to meet diverse needs, including specialized features for critical care, bariatric patients, and enhanced infection control measures. As hospitals upgrade their infrastructure, the demand for modern, ergonomic beds in hospitals continues to rise, driving market expansion.

Segmentation –

MRFR has made an attempt to read the global hospital beds market closely by segmenting it on the basis of type, power, and end-users. This analysis has a strong foundation in the volume-wise and value-wise analysis of the global market.

Based on types, the global hospital beds market includes long-term care, acute care, psychiatric & bariatric care, and others (maternity and rehabilitation beds). The global market is expecting strong growth from the long-term care segment.

By power, the hospital beds market comprises electric bed, semi-electric bed, and manual bed. The electric bed segment is expected to receive strong traction due to hike in the global healthcare expenditure and investment to increase level of comfort for patients.

By end-users, the global hospital beds market includes hospital, clinics, ambulatory, and others. The hospital segment is expected to grow notably.

Regional Analysis –

The hospital beds market varies regionally due to differences in healthcare infrastructure, hospital capacity, and patient demographics. In developed regions like North America and Europe, where there is a higher concentration of hospitals and a greater demand for specialized medical care, the market for hospital beds is mature and characterized by a wide range of products catering to diverse patient needs.

Conversely, in developing regions with limited healthcare resources and infrastructure, such as parts of Africa and Asia-Pacific, the hospital beds market is still emerging, with a focus on basic functionality and affordability. Moreover, cultural preferences and government healthcare policies influence the adoption of specific types of hospital beds, such as electric or manual, across different regions. As the global population ages and healthcare demands continue to evolve, there is a growing need for innovative solutions and investment in hospital bed technology to meet the diverse needs of patients worldwide.

Key Players –

Hospital beds companies include Hill-Rom Holdings, Stryker Corporation, Linet spol. s r.o., Invacare Corporation, Paramount Bed Holdings Co., Gendron Inc., and Getinge AB.

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hc! beecoming three

lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary: the one where you are pregnant and lottie loves to take care of you

warnings: endless amount of fluff it might make you throw up, established relationship, lottie and reader live together, characters are aged up, lottie being protective and an angel, mentions of sex but nothing explicit, not proofread

@l0tt1emy i hope you like this bby

𓆦 ever since you told lottie that she was going to be a mom, she became the happiest woman to ever live

𓆦 it’s not like neither of you weren’t expecting it to happen and had spent lots of money so you could finally be moms, but it was a pleasant surprise

𓆦 except for the fact that lottie’s life only purpose was to take care of you now and it was starting to concern you

𓆦 “baby, just come to bed,” you pout, tapping the empty space on your side as you begged her to join you

𓆦 after dinner, lottie had spent hours fixing the smallest details ever on the baby’s bedroom and organizing a huge bag with itens that could be needed for when you two had to rush to the hospital

𓆦 “but we need to be ready! what if the baby decides to come earlier?” she stops by the door holding diapers, with messy hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and looking exactly like 🥺

𓆦 “lott, the baby is six weeks old”

𓆦 lottie would always wake up early to make you breakfast, trying her best to make it healthy and nutritious for you and the baby. at some days, it was still dark outside when you tattered for her in bed but she wasn’t there because she got up at like 5am to get ingredients for meals

𓆦 when you decided to wake up earlier than usual after noticing her absence, you walk on your tiptoes to the kitchen just to find her mixing the ingredients for pancakes in a bowl

𓆦 quietly, you stop behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, briefly giving her cheek a tender kiss and resting your chin on her shoulder. “good morning, love”

𓆦 lottie wasn’t expecting you to be up so early and immediately flinched at your touch, making you two share a good laugh. she looks back at you and kisses your forehead

𓆦 “what are you doing here so early? are you alright? feeling sick? too cold?” she drops everything she’s doing to fully pay attention to you and make sure you are feeling 100% okay, inspecting every inch of your body and even hair

𓆦 “i’m fine,” you say, grabbing lottie’s anxious hands to hold them firmly in order to calm her nerves, “i just missed you. it’s so early, you should be in bed.”

𓆦 “i’m sorry,” lottie, now less anxious, nods and let go of your hands to gently place her warm touch on your stomach and slowly rub her fingers in a caress

𓆦 “i know i’m exaggerating but i just want everything to be okay,” she pouts and you felt the sudden urge to just squeeze her 😫

𓆦 “everything is fine, lottie. everything will be okay thanks to you,” you smile at her, getting closer to cup her cheeks and smooch her entire face

𓆦 eventually, she got less nervous about everything, not worrying or overthinking the small details too much. that doesn’t mean that she was any less eager to please you

𓆦 a few weeks later, you were in bed and it was past midnight when you couldn’t sleep, craving some ice cream. you didn’t want to wake up lottie and make her leave just to get you stupid ice cream but you would die for it at this point!

𓆦 “do you think the market is open now?” you whisper, turning your head to face lottie. it was almost instantly. the second she connected the words ‘market’ and ‘now’ her eyes fluttered open and she was already getting out of bed

𓆦 “i’m on my way, baby! what do you want?” she doesn’t even change clothes, just put a sweatshirt on top of her pajamas and heads out when she got all the information she needed

𓆦 thirty minutes later, lottie called you from the kitchen and the first thing you see when you get there is the counter covered in lots of ice cream with different flavors and a bunch of sweets and chips as well

𓆦 “oh my god,” you gasp, eyes wide open at the scary amount of food

𓆦 “i wasn’t sure if you liked vanilla so i decided to get others as well,” she explained with a super proud smile, “and some other stuff too cause i don’t want you to be hungry”

𓆦 before feasting on a full carton of ice cream, you were pretty sure that lottie almost ran out of breath thanks to your endless kisses and tight hugs

𓆦 singing to the baby was her thing. lazy sundays would be followed by lottie’s soothing voice singing the most beautiful songs ever and, sometimes, songs she wrote herself

𓆦 not only could she sing but she could spend hours speaking to your belly. telling the baby stories from your teenage years or gossiping about aunties taissa and van, reading stories or just being an adorable goofball, lottie was always near

𓆦 sitting on bed, lottie was lying on your side, elbows against the mattress for support and face inches away from your small bump

𓆦 “fuck!” she gasps, quickly withdrawing her hand from you as she feels the baby kicking into her touch. she was freaking out!

𓆦 “wait, sorry, i meant to say duck! please don’t repeat that,” she talks to the baby, hurrying to get closer again and place her entire palm on you, smiling incredibly big

𓆦 “i think the baby likes your voice, lott,” you whisper, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear, keeping your fingers in there to rub her scalp

𓆦 “you think so?” she lift her head up to meet your gaze and she’s adorable. her face lights up like a fucking christmas tree ☹️

𓆦 lottie was having the time of her life any time she had to go out with you to shop baby clothes, accessories for the nursery or, really, anything related to you and your child. decorating the nursery was also her favorite activity

𓆦 she would buy thousands of plushies and cute blankets, millions of colorful books and lots of toys even though the baby wasn’t due for another five months

𓆦 “you won’t believe what i got for our baby!” is the first thing she says as she opens the door, running towards the couch where you were in with a box

𓆦 she lets you open and it’s a TINY SHIRT OF THE YELLOWJACKETS TEAM WITH THE NUMBER ZERO ON IT 😔

𓆦 when it became impossible for you to sleep, always sick, irritated, swollen or just exhausted, lottie would stick to your side and would try her best to not fall asleep

𓆦 “i’m not sleepy, i promise. go on, finish that story,” she murmurs with a tired and raspy voice in the pitch black of the bedroom. you couldn’t see her properly but you felt comfortable with your head resting on her shoulder and her hand around your body

𓆦 “so, jackie was telling me that shauna told her that mari once said that she found a recipe for a soup that included boiling a belt!” the tiny remains of any sleep you had inside you vanished as you were gossiping with your girlfriend

𓆦 “can you believe that? and who would ever eat a boiled belt for dinner? people are so crazy nowadays and i-“ you abruptly stop, shifting positions to look up at lottie snoring

𓆦 “oh, you’re sleeping,” you whisper, tightening your lips to suppress a giggle

𓆦 lottie was worried 24/7 but also extremely protective. even if it was extremely hot outside, she would beg you to carry a jacket with you

𓆦 she thought about bringing a spare jacket for you and carry it around just in case you got cold but she really wanted to give you her jacket cause pooks is just a hopeless romantic angel 🤗

𓆦 lottie was very gentle and careful all the time, but when it came to sex, you could practically beg her to do you and she would still be so hesitant

𓆦 not even when giving her very obvious hints like whining on her ear all day long about how needy you were, letting innocent touches linger or putting on a nice lingerie would be enough to convince her. lottie was too worried with the idea of accidentally hurting you

𓆦 just when lottie was much more used to the daily routine of living with her pregnant girlfriend, you wake her up in the middle of the night, poking her shoulder. “lottie? wake up.”

𓆦 taking all the time in the world to turn the small lamp on, lottie knows that everything is fine. you probably just wanted her to get you something to eat or a drink. the lamp on

𓆦 “want some water, love?” she asks, half asleep, rubbing her eyes that were still adjusting to the light

𓆦 “no, i’m okay. but i think the baby is coming,” you whisper, trying not to panic and to not make your girlfriend panic. the baby was early by four weeks!

𓆦 lottie’s sleepy expression and drowsy eyes quickly fade away as she bolts out of the bed, hitting her knee against the bed frame on her way to you

𓆦 “i told you we should have packed the things for the hospital before!!!”

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Stranger part 2

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

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Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic!Telemachus x reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, but no smut, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

Also, I'm aware a God would have gold blood, but he's disguised himself, so somehow he's also changed the colour of his blood, idc.

However tired she was, sleep would have to wait. This person needed help, and it was her duty to provide it. While he was technically not her guest, this part of the shore was basically her backyard, so she felt obliged.

It took quite some effort to get the man inside her home, even more to get him onto the bed, where she'd be able to attend to his wounds. The man almost had more wounds than flesh on his torso. It was rather surprising that he was still breathing at all.

With this strange man on her bed, she didn't really have anywhere she could rest. Not that she could, with a stranger in her home. She lived in a very modest house, if you could even call it that. She had 2 rooms, one for bathing and one for everything else. The latter only fitting a bed, a table with two chairs, and some kitchen essentials. Most of her cooking she did outside, but for rainy or cold days, she did have a pot inside.

Until high noon, she'd sat on one of the chairs, watching the man, not even daring to wash herself. She had treated her wounds, however. Well, to the best of her abilities, at least. Her chiton was splattered with blood, both her own and that of the suitors, and most of her body was also covered with splashes.

But fatigue was winning from fear and caution. She'd been awake since yesterday morning, had fought hard through the night, and was injured herself. Trying to stay awake was like fighting a losing battle, pointless, only to preserve ones pride, and peach would not go down without a fight.

She's only been asleep for about an hour when she awoke from the noise within her home. The man had woken up and was struggling to get out of bed. Hundreds of questions flashed through her mind, questions she'd wanted to ask this stranger, but according to Xenia, it would be rude to do so.

"It'd be best if you were to remain still." She warned gently.

The man's head snapped towards her. He'd either not seen her yet or hadn't expected her to wake up so soon.

"You're rather injured. It would be a shame if your bandages became undone, took quite some work to put them on." She was met with silence as the man studied her.

His silence irked her, but at least he’d stopped struggling. Perhaps he was too injured to speak, mute, or he’d travelled too far from home and did not share her language. Now that his eyes were open, she’d found them to be a striking blue.

“I was unable to go to the market today, so I haven’t got any food to offer you, but I can catch us some fish and get some fruit to eat.” She said to the man “I’d just have to leave you, some stranger, alone in my house, with all my possessions.” She muttered under her breath. Peach could’ve sworn she’d seen the man smirk at her as she’d whispered to herself. Did he find her predicament amusing? Or had she correctly assumed his intentions to rob her?

Either way she herself was starving too, and fishing could include an improvised scrub to wash away last night. “I’ll be close by, just call out if you are in need of assistance.” She paused. “You are able to do so, right?”

“Yes.” The man grunted, his voice like honey and smoke. She half expected him to say more, to berate her for asking her guest a question before offering him a proper meal. She knew her question was not the kind Xenia spoke of, but still. Hospitality laws were a delicate thing, she did not want to offend the man, or worse, invoke the wrath of the Gods. Peach nodded her head in acknowledgement, and all but sprinted out the door. She grabbed her axes on the way out, not wanting to give the man the opportunity to arm himself while she was away.

First she scrubbed off the grime, the dirt would lure back the fish she’d scared away by disturbing the water. Then she sent a prayer to both Glaucus and Poseidon. She did not have a patron God, or at least not yet, just like she did not have a job. Well technically she did have a job, but she did not get paid for it. She was a protector, she’d protected the queen for a week, she’d protect the priestesses of Dionysus during their intoxicating rituals, and there were many other instances where she’d protect those who could not protect themselves.

She helped around the village, too. Harvesting the fruits that were too high up to reach, when the farmers boy got too heavy for the branches of the trees. Helping the shepherd find his lost sheep or protecting them from wolves. Going out with the fishermen when the tides and fish were not in their favour. This was what kept her fed and clothed.

But now she found herself protecting this stranger. Peach was protecting this man from the elements, by allowing him in her home, protecting him from injury, by cleaning and dressing his wounds, and now she was protecting him from starvation, by catching him food.

It had not taken peach long for her to catch a nice, large fagri. It would be enough to feed them both, had she been alone she could stretch it at least 3 days, combined with the peaches from her tree. Alas she was not. The peach tree next to her house, the one that had been the reason for her nickname, or part of, had not a lot of ripe fruits yet. Only those at the very top would be good for eating, and even then they’d not be quite sweet enough to eat just so. While peach didn’t hold a candle to the palace chef, she was not a bad cook.

On the fire outside she’d made a surprisingly tasty meal, and now she sat once more in her home, watching the stranger laid in her bed. Normally she would not allow anyone to eat on her mattress, but this guy was too injured to move himself, and she was not going through the struggle of moving him again.

As peach was picking at her food, she wondered, if he was sleeping in her bed tonight, where would she rest?

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A/N: possible only one bed trope?

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There is nothing in the markets, and if anything is found, it is extremely expensive. 😭

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The children cry from the intense cold and the darkness of the night 💥.

There is no electricity, the water is contaminated, no education, no healthcare, and no medicine. 😓

Pregnancy has exhausted me, and I wonder how my child will survive in these conditions if they arrive. There are not even vaccinations or clothes for children. 😥

Some of my relatives are covering their children with pieces of plastic to protect them from the cold due to the lack of any income sources. 😰

In addition, the sounds of bombing, gunfire, and drones mimic the sounds of wild animals and screaming to frighten people in their sleep. We don't know how long this suffering will last or if we will truly be able to endure it. 😔 🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉

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I was around Hilda's age when I got pregnant, too. I wasn't expecting it. I wasn't ready. My life was just beginning, and I had no money, and I had just escaped from a household that wasn't being very kind to me. I was NOT ready to be a parent. I was extremely distressed. My partner and I talked about it. We decided that, although it broke our hearts... it wouldn't be fair to bring up a child in the circumstances we were living in. We promised that one day we would try again, when things were better, when we'd both grown up a bit. So I booked an appointment, shamefully borrowed $1,000 from a friend, had a surgery... and I wasn't pregnant any more. And that was 9 years ago. I am still sad about it, because I think about what my child would look like, what their favourite animal would be, what their favourite food would have been. I will never know.

In those 9 years, I've been living my life. I'm 30 now, and I have only just started to feel like I understand myself, and what's important in life, and how to participate in the world. I am strong, I am brave, I am good.

But it's not the end of my story. I still get to look forward to meeting my child. I feel capable of raising a kind, gentle, creative child that becomes a passionate, strong, thoughtful adult. The thing is, although they were still overwhelming for me, my circumstances then were so much better than Hilda's are now. I had food, I had a safe place to live, our hospitals are free and operational. I WISH Hilda had that privilege right now. How will she cope, if she's already struggling to find food, taking vitamins in place of meals because she has no other choice? If her tent is already flooding, her bedding soaking wet and freezing cold? Will she have a safe birth with medical care, or will she be alone and afraid and in pain? Maybe Hilda would make the same decision I made, if she had the choice. I think she's very brave. I know she's very lovely. I have no doubt that if her child makes it into this world, she'll do an excellent job with the limited resources that she's got. I would be overjoyed to know that her soul carries on in the spirit of the next generation. I would hope so dearly that her child might grow up in a safe environment, that the war will end soon, that this crisis is something that her child is taught ABOUT, rather than having to live through and experience firsthand. I hope so. I really hope so. What I do know is that we are Hilda's best hope to survive this monumental life change, as safely and comfortably as possible. Whatever happens, I want her to know that she is loved and supported. That she matters, and so does her unborn child, whether they make it into this world or not. That they are worth fighting for. Give a little, or give a lot.

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nothing i wouldn’t do to make it alright

for @stervrucht , inspired by this beautiful art piece

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Judas Priest with special guest KROKUS

Tuesday, August 12 1986, 8:00 p.m.

Market Square Arena, Indianapolis

That's what the poster says, the one Eddie stops to look at, excited at first but then- Steve can see his smile falter, expression crumbling. And he knows why. Knows that, even this close to Hawkins, it is impossible for Eddie to go and see them.

Even if money wasn't the issue, which it definitely is – because all of the government's hush money went into buying a new, proper home for him and Wayne – Eddie couldn't possibly make it to a concert and stand on his own two feet, let alone in the middle of a swaying crowd, for more than 10 minutes with how weak he still is. Relying heavy on his crutches to keep him steady at all. Still wobbly on his feet after nearly dying in the Upside Down.

For Eddie to be alive is nothing short of a miracle in itself. For him to be able to walk at all, is a whole other thing. And Steve knows how much Eddie hates it. Hates having to go through physical therapy, relearning not only to walk but to use his hands- hands that were once used to fiddle and create and nimbly pick at the strings of his beloved guitar.

It’s a struggle.

Even that short distance from the grocery store to his place - usually a 5-minute walk at best  - takes them at least double the time because Eddie needs to take breaks in between every few steps. Steve doesn't mind, they're not in a rush and the evening air is warm and the setting sun is casting a beautiful light on the half-empty streets. But he can see the anger in Eddie's eyes. Can see how exhausting it is, how frustrated he must feel about his body's condition.

He doesn't deserve this, even if this is still better than being buried six feet deep. Right?

Well. Eddie doesn't seem to share Steve's opinion on that, often says he wishes the bats had just finished him off. That this isn't a life worth living because everything sucks.

Steve knows – hopes – Eddie doesn't mean it. That deep down he's glad he's alive and that the struggle is worth it because- because he's still with them. Still part of their crazy little family, this group of weirdos that somehow managed to save the world again.

Even thinking about any other outcome of their fight against Vecna makes Steve’s stomach sink.

No. It would not be better if Eddie wasn’t here. If they’d been forced to leave him there, bloody and broken. He’s glad they got there in time, found Dustin with Eddie’s lifeless body resting in his arms. He’s glad they carried him out, made it just seconds before the gate vanished behind them.

Doesn’t matter what Eddie says, Steve would always, always do it the same way over and over again. Would carry Eddie out of that hell and sit at his hospital bed for days just to be there when he’s awake.

Eddie might not be grateful for being given this gift of a second chance right now, and that’s okay. Steve understands that it’s hard for him. But he’ll make sure Eddie pushes trough. He won’t let him give up, no matter what.

And he’ll be there every wary step of the way.

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I saw fanart of this somewhere, but I can't find it now but it was Viktor using multiple marionettes to fuck Jayce with and touch him while he rides him.

Slightly unrelated, but just a random thought: modern au cult leader!Viktor and Jayce trying to investigate it but he gets seduced by Viktor

-✨anon

Multiple Viktors x Jayce is top tier shit, I looooove to see it<3

Modern Cult Leader! Viktor x like Cop Jayce is suuuuuuch a good AU idea!! Viktor isn't a creepy cult leader, he mostly just encourages people to come live with him in the forest with him in an old abandoned school (maybe a hospital or like some large building, lots of rooms), and heal themselves mentally. He's an inventor, he makes things for his followers and patents them, sells the patents, makes plenty of money.

Jayce is sent in to investigate the cult, looking for a younger man who's family is sure the hippies in the woods kidnapped. He's welcomed in and the boy is brought forward, well fed, given his medicine, warm and clean. Jayce wants to speak to the leader and there's Viktor, out in the garden, dressed in a mostly open robe, metal body augmentations and braces on display. Jayce is staring, watching as the hottest man he's ever seen in his life waters a strawberry plant. When Viktor does look at him, eyes like golden sun rays, blonde hair under his natural brown, soft smile on softer looking lips, Jayce feels like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Viktor sits on one the many benches spread through the garden, waving Jayce over for a chat. Jayce asks a few questions but lets Viktor speak, lets him explain. He even gives him a tour. Their medical wing, the labs were him and many others invent and create assistive tech and mobility aids. The dorms, everyone makes it their own, their communal space with board games and radio, TVs and shelves and shelves of movies and shows, Viktor invited Jayce up to the top floor where he made his own space. Jayce was hot faced as Viktor undid his robe, laying the dark blue fabric across his couch, leaving him in a pair of boxers and nothing else.

Jayce needed to leave, he knew he needed to leave, but he was drawn closer as Viktor laid down on his bed, asking Jayce if he was happy with his life. Jayce coughed and looked away, saying he was happy. He was busy, worked a lot. Viktor said he looked lonely, a hand reaching out for the uniformed man. Jayce was tempted, so tempted, his cock was very interested, but he left.

And came back the next evening, just in time to be a special guest for dinner, eating with Viktor in the garden, watching the sunset and talking to so many of the people there.

Jayce spent the night. And another night later than week. And then Viktor was visiting him at the police station with home grown food and the promise of a good lunch.

Jayce didn't know how he ended up being the cut leaders boyfriend, or how he ended up leaving the police force to become member, strong bodied and willing to share the cult's beliefs with the world.

All he knows is to show up at the farmers market at seven, Viktor loves baths, and never let a beautiful man fuck you on the job, wait till your off the clock.

[queenmayor23]

How do we tell our son?

Y/N, Buck, and Eddie leaned on the kitchen island, watching Christopher play his video game.

"So, how are you two planning on telling him?"

"Yes, Eddie, how are you planning on telling your son?"

"Oh, so he's my son now."

"He's been your son since he was born. I inherited him just a year and some change ago."

"Yeah, this one's on you."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"And have him hate his favorite Uncle Buck? Not a chance. Have you even tested the waters on this conversation yet?"

"I asked him if he liked Y/N once."

"And?"

"And he asked if he could have his sleepover party at your place, and I had to tell him no because I was horny and we were fighting, and I didn't want him and his friends to wake up to us…. doing us. You know how much I love angry sex."

"Was that when you brought Chris to Maddie's, and we did that thing with the rope and the nipple clamp…"

Eddie stood behind Y/N, signaling Buck to stop, but it was too late.

"You what?"

"Bebe. I'm sorry-"

"Edmundo. Diaz."

"Somebody's in trouble."

"Not helping Buck."

"Are you serious? That was supposed to be our thing. The one thing that we didn't share with Buck. We share clothes, food, beds, but not that."

"I was upset, and I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me for the sake of our son?"

"Yes, just because you said "our son," and it sounds so nice when you say it."

"If you like that, you should hear me call my husband's name."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie and Y/N were chest to chest. They would have burned down the building if their sexual tension were a fire.

"You mean we could live with Y/N forever? Awesome!"

Y/N and Eddie look at the sofa to Christopher and Buck looking back at them.

"I helped."

"Dad, when do we move to Papa's house?"

"I thought you liked living here."

"I do, but Papa has a park across the street, and last time, he told me that he would teach me how to play basketball so I could beat a meatball."

"A meatball?"

"You are looking a little beefier than usual."

"Me? You think you two can beat me?"

"You are a man of many talents, but basketball is not one of them."

Y/N pats Eddie on his shoulder, earning a disheartened frown. Chris turns around to resume his game, and Buck enters the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

"Great, now that's over. Now, all you have to do is tell the crew."

"You didn't tell the 118?"

"No, I thought you did."

"Why would I tell them you spend all day with them?"

"Who doesn't know? Hen knows that means Chim knows; therefore, Maddie knows."

"Buck knows."

"Ravi was your best man, so if he doesn't know, he's more of a himbo than me."

"Bobby knows from our anniversary dinner."

"Did you tell Athena?"

"No, she scares me. But she's not stupid she has to know."

"How about this? At the Halloween party, just announce it. You'll have everyone in the same room and only have to do it once."

"That's not a bad idea."

"Look at you, Buck-a-roo."

"I help."

Buck smiles like a puppy dog, receiving a cheek rub from Y/N as his face falls in thought.

"Same room?"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"The holidays. Last year, we were in Cancun with the crew for Thanksgiving, and-"

"You were in the hospital for Christmas."

"So, which family gets what holiday?"

"My family hates Thanksgiving, so we do Christmas in Texas."

"My family will kill me and send a search party for me if I miss a New York Christmas two years in a row."

"You are just adding to the headcannon."

"Here we go again."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Eddie thinks I'm in a mafia family just because I'm a New York Italian."

"Your father's name is Don. You have a weird fascination with gold chains and wearing sunglasses all day, you have a cousin named Vinny, you call people meatball, you said they called you Baby Gambino when you were a kid-"

"Because I was a chubby kid and snuck off to our family's bakery..."

"It's not just a bakery; it's bakeries, meat markets, pizzerias, wine shops, grocery stores, and that's just the stuff you've mentioned."

"... and I don't know how many times I have to tell you my father's name is John, but with his accent, it sounds like Don. You know what, how about you ask him? We do Thanksgiving in Texas and Christmas in New York, and when we're all at the table, you can ask him in front of my whole family."

"Maybe I will."

"If you want to die."

Y/N playfully nudges Buck into a light chuckle.

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Safest with You - Ch. 6 (The Courtship, Din's POV)

4.3K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din continues his courting ways.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), even though it's mostly Fluff, pet names (the usual: Pretty bird, sweetheart, etc.), a little bit of angst (Din struggles with his FEELINGS), mentions of parental loss, a wee bit of dirty talk.

A/N: I didn't switch to a second person narration for Din, but I still consider this to be his POV because we "follow" him this week. We get a little backstory on Din's past with the Fett Family, and come to understand Din and Paz's relationship a bit as well. Greef is mentioned! Thank you for reading!

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The next morning, Din picks you up and takes you and the dog to a big farmer’s market just outside the city.  You walk hand in hand, weaving through the different stalls, lazily sampling baked goods and seasonal produce. Al receives his share of pets and samples as well, and the three of you look the epitome of contentment.  After a light lunch, Din loads your purchases into the truck; in addition to some fruits and veggies for your own pantry, you got everything you needed to make a spaghetti sauce from scratch, having offered to cook dinner for Din before your movie date tonight.

Although the original plan was for you to do the cooking at your place with Din meeting you there after work, Din finds himself no longer wanting to part from you, even if only for the afternoon.  He volunteers his own kitchen for cooking; with his apartment residing on the top floor of the gym’s building, he reasons that he can help you while easily popping downstairs periodically for work.

Putting one hand on your hip, you tilt your head and tease, “You know, this is sending mixed signals.”

“Hmm?” Din’s eyes widen in innocence.

“We agree to take things slow, and now you’re luring me back to your place?”

Din knows you’re only teasing, but looking down at your playful expression, he also knows that you don’t know the real reason he’s been hesitant to take the next step with you.  Din’s insistence that you take things slow has nothing to do with any type of antiquated feelings about sex or so-called propriety, and everything to do with a deeply rooted concern that he doesn’t deserve you.  Since he met you at the coffeeshop, you’ve been his own personal ray of sunshine; brightening his world with your sweet nature and calming presence.  But what is he bringing to your life?  He knows that you think of him as caring and considerate, traits that he loves about you and it fills him with pride that you see those qualities in him as well. 

Does he deserve to be held in your high esteem?

Would you still be unafraid of him if you knew the brutality he’s capable of inflicting, inside and outside in the ring?  Would you still feel safe around him if you knew how many men he’s sent to the hospital?  Din’s proud of the man he is, and he wakes up every day doing his best to be a good person.  You deserve someone who’s good, and he wants to be good enough for you.  He would like to have earned your affections, his place next to you, so that you never look at him differently than the way you do now.   This time he’s spending courting you, it’s for you to get to know this him.  Not the fighter, not the enforcer, but a man who is kind, loyal, compassionate and gentle.  He wants you to know this man and to choose him. 

Although you can’t read his thoughts, you soften, “Hey, I’m just messing with you, Din.  You’re being so sweet, and it makes me happy.  Honestly.” You bring your hand up to Din’s cheek and he immediately leans into it before turning into your palm and giving it a gentle kiss.  His own palms now flat against the car, caging you in and causing your back to press up against the door, Din says in a low voice only you can hear, “You won’t think I’m so sweet when I finally take you to bed and take you apart, pretty bird.”

His voice is so intoxicating you nearly whimper, “That’s a heavy promise, Djarin.”

“I plan on delivering,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you long and slow against the car, leaving you breathless when he goes to open your door for you.

---

When you arrive back at the gym, Din shows you an entrance on the very right-hand side of the building that you hadn’t noticed before.  The door unlocks to a long flight of stairs that you and Al climb, with Din bringing up the rear and all your farmer’s market bags.  On a small landing a little past half way, there is a door on your left with a small window; you peek through and see that it leads to the second floor loft of the gym where Din’s office is located.  He wasn’t kidding when he said he could easily pop downstairs for work, you realize, amused.

Reaching the top floor, you step aside for Din to pass and unlock his front door.  He holds it open for you to go in first; you walk in, barely concealing your curiosity.  The space is huge, which is no surprise considering the apartment takes up the entire floor; you step into an open living area, homey and lived in with a big comfy couch and several arm chairs, all pointed at large television.  Both walls flanking this space are lined with bookshelves reaching from floor to ceiling, running the length of the large room.  The shelves are filled with books, boxing trophies, knickknacks, and various mementos, including several framed photos of people with smiling faces.  Walking towards where you can see the kitchen behind a partition wall, you grin as you recognize photos of Din at various ages with an older man that must have been his father.  Just left of the dining nook that rests below a cut-out window that looks into the kitchen, there are some closed doors and the start of a hallway that must run back down the length of the apartment; you figure out that the bedrooms must be at the front of the apartment, overlooking the street.  You imagine Din growing up in this space, and remembering what Din has told you about his childhood, you're satisfied that this must have been a good home to the Djarin men.

Din watches you take in your surroundings; this place holds many memories for him, of his childhood and his father.  Moving back in when dad got sick had been an adjustment, but Din is glad he did it – while the last few years together may have been difficult, Din would not have traded them for the world. The bond between father and son had never been stronger than in those last years, and because of it, those years had been joyous in their own way.  You’re the first new person to enter this space in a long time, and he wonders what you see, no longer trusting his own eyes.

You turn to Din, “I love it,” you say, beaming, and Din knows that you mean that you love more than just the physical space or layout.  He sweeps you in his arms and kisses you warmly, silently conveying: thank you.

Cooking together is more fun that Din could have imagined.  You’re a bundle of energy in the kitchen, putting your methodical mind to good use and assigning him tasks to help with the recipe you’ve memorized, all while chattering away and learning the lay of his kitchen.  You poke around mischievously looking for everything and Din grins as he watches you putter around; he has a feeling you’re opening more drawers and cabinets than necessary, more to satisfy your own natural curiosity than actually searching for tools and ingredients. Smartly, he feels, he gives you free rein of the space and also choice over what music to play over the kitchen speakers.  He doesn’t know all the songs you put on, but the way you’re enjoying yourself, bopping around him and moving your body to the beat, has him winding his arms around your waist and swaying along even to the ones he doesn’t know.  The carrots are chopped, the onions are diced, the wine is reduced, all while you and Din kiss and dance.  Sometimes Al will join in for a particularly upbeat number, but mainly concerns himself with nosing for food offerings.  Din’s kitchen is coming alive in a way that he had nearly forgotten it could, and he feels invigorated.

He leaves you looking through his spices with a concentrated look on your face to go downstairs to the gym.  Greef will be coming in a few hours to take over the floor, and until then, Din has a bit of paper work to finish off; he does so from a bench seat he takes on the main floor, overseeing the usual Saturday crowd.  Paz comes by while Din’s finishing up some forms, hair wet from the showers after his workout.

Embracing as is their customary greeting, Paz checks in, “Hey brother. Glad I caught you.  Something I might need your help with next week.  You got some time to chat now?”

Here goes nothing, Din thinks, “Can’t, Paz. I’m actually… on a date right now.  She’s upstairs cooking.”

Paz raises his eyebrows in surprise.  He knows how private of a person Din is, and especially how protective he is of the memories of his late father in their space; for Din to let you in and leave you alone in the apartment… you must be special, “New girl?  Huh.  No wonder Brian and the guys have been saying you’ve been less of a grump lately.”

“Wha-“ Din is cut off from looking around the room for the young boxer when Paz jokingly punches him in the shoulder.

“So… when do I get to meet her?” Paz asks, expectantly.

“I’m thinking of bringing her to the fight next Saturday.”

“Perfect.  Can’t wait to introduce myself to her… ‘bout time she meets a real Mando,” Paz laughs.

“Wouldn’t want you to strain yourself, Vizsla. She uses big words,” quips Din, easily dodging Paz’s cross-cut.  The two friends play box for another minute before Paz claps Din on the back, “Happy for you, brother.”

Din knows he is.  The two make plans to meet up for an early lunch tomorrow to go over what Paz needs.  When Paz is gone, Din looks up to the ceiling, as if looking through to where you are in the apartment above, and thinks about you meeting his friends.  Meet “a real Mando” Paz had said – Din grins at the childhood “club name” that had been given to their group of friends, naming the tightknit group of kids after the gym where they all hung out.  Of course, after getting older, most of group had gone to work for Boba Fett as muscle, security, some times both; it was in that capacity, as a unit, the Mandos had carved out a reputation for being an effective and elite strike team.  Everyone in the neighbourhood knew that messing with the Mandos or having the Mandos sent after you was a fate most preferably avoided. 

Was he proud of this moniker and his association with it?  The truth was, yes – Boba and Din’s dad had grown up together, friends until the end; Boba’s family was Din’s family, and vice versa.  There is nothing Din wouldn’t do for the Fetts, and anything he had ever done, however morally grey, he had done with conviction and would do again in a heartbeat if it meant helping his family.  Din’s commitment and loyalty to his friends and family were his creed, steadfast and unwavering.  His thoughts drift back to you: Would you understand?

He remembers the hurt you tried to hide from him yesterday when you very honestly confessed that you thought he might not be wanting you.  Without a doubt he does, but once again, Din wrestles with needing to feel he deserves you; that he deserves the way you want him.  Din is not ashamed of who he is or what he’s done, but he can’t quite reconcile how that man is upstanding enough to deserve someone like you.  And he would like to be deserving of you.  You don’t deserve anything less. 

As Din climbs the stairs to his apartment, he realizes how hard he’s fallen for you in such a short amount of time; just being away from you for a little over an hour has him missing you terribly, and he’s glad that he suggested the change of plans and invited you into his little home.

What he is not prepared for is the scene laid out before him as he enters the apartment; you, so beautiful and relaxed, the picture of comfort curled up on his couch with the dog, reading a book you had pulled off his shelf.  This picture of domesticity make his pulse quicken and ache for you in an entirely different way than the pure lust he has felt for you every night this past week.  You look up with a sweet smile, “The sauce needs to simmer.”

Din comes over and you make room for him on the couch, curling up close when he sits.  You discuss the books you found on his shelf, and later you joke that you were either going to rifle through the bookshelves or his medicine cabinet.  As the two of you talk, even in this close proximity, Din can’t help but make the point to always be touching you.  Your hair, your hands, your face, your entire being is soft and delicate, though not breakable, and so, so precious and enticing to him.  Quiet conversation coupled with looks of longing and gentle touches lead to lazy and languid kisses that seem to stretch out the afternoon.  There’s nothing urgent about today.  Din feels your body relax in his arms, soothed; looking at you, he can tell your eyes are closed not just from pleasure, but that you’re genuinely tired, “Pretty bird, do you want to take a nap?”

“I can’t take a nap in the middle of a date.  It’s rude,” you reply, eyes still closed.

“You’ve had an exhausting week.  You need sleep.”  Din isn’t wrong, and you hardly need any more convincing, already half asleep.

You feel Din getting up from his seat and place your hand on his wrist so he’ll look at you, “Please set an alarm for an hour on my phone?  Need to check on the sauce.” 

Stroking your hair gently, Din reassures you, “Okay.  I’ll go back to work and let you nap.  I’ll lock the door, okay?  You’re safe here, pretty bird.  I’ll be just downstairs if you need anything.”

Din covers you with a blanket, and after pulling a separate blanket over the dog, gets ready to head to the gym.  He leans over you, pressing his lips to yours lightly, “You know, it’s also pretty rude to leave your date to go to work.”

“We’re both so rude,” you yawn.

“Yup.  The worst,” Din kisses you softly, “Perfect for each other.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you hum before drifting off into a deep sleep.

---

You wake, not to your alarm, but to a delicious and aromatic smell filling the apartment.  You sit up and stretch, looking around.  Some time during the nap, Al has rolled over onto his back, exposing his stomach and shooting all four legs straight up in the air – really making himself at home on Din’s couch; you’re scratching Al’s stomach when you see Din stirring the sauce and call softly to him.  He comes over and leans over the back of the couch; brushing your hair out of your face, he kisses you gently.

“You let me sleep?”

“I did.  Couldn’t bear to wake you, you looked so peaceful.  Your snores are very cute, you know?”

You bury your face in your hands, “Oh noooooo… I snore?”

“Like an adorable kitten.”

It’s been a while since any one has been in a position to let you know, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.  Doesn’t bother me.  I don’t plan on getting much sleep around you, in any case,” he winks, as he walks back to the kitchen.

Din hasn’t just stirred the sauce, he’s made the rest of dinner already; you’re impressed and grateful and you make sure to let him know.   After you help set the table, the two of you enjoy a wonderful early dinner together.  A quick clean-up later, you drop Al off at home to have his own dinner, then you and Din head out to the movie.

Din doesn’t even remember what the movie is about, but he remembers the way you put up the middle partition and curl up in your seat and into his side, making it easy for him to comfortably drape his arm around you.  A little more than an hour through the movie, when the male and female leads are barreling towards a misunderstanding, Din looks down to see you watching him instead of the screen and he leans down to kiss you, somehow not stopping until the lights turn on in the theatre.

---

After the dog has been properly walked, and more long, soft kisses dispensed, you tell Din, “That was my favourite of our dates.”

“We’ve only had two.”

“I know, and this one is my favourite one so far.”  And you mean it.

Tonight’s kisses mirror those of the afternoon; lazy, slow, sweet.  Din sends you upstairs with the promise that the dates are only going to get better from here on out.

Sunday morning, Din receives a video call from your brunch: a cheerful, and somewhat chaotic video of you and your friends who apparently want to thank him for the books he bought them.  The one named Katie, utters an innuendo that has you blushing a deep shade of crimson before quickly ending the call.  You and your friends are adorable peas in a pod, Din thinks.

He’s still chuckling as he sits down to his own meal with Paz.  Meeting at their usual table in a restaurant frequented by Fett family members, Din looks across to Paz who is perusing the menu, pretending he isn’t going to order the same thing he’s ordered every time since they started eating here when they were teenagers.  Friends since childhood and both embraced by the Fett family, Din and Paz Vizsla have been running around the streets, starting and then later stopping trouble since they had training wheels on their bikes.  Both had gotten into youth boxing at Mando’s gym, but while Din boxed all the way through college, Paz had gone straight to work for Boba after junior high.  Of the two men, Din had always had the more strategic mind, rising faster in the Fett organization than others, and eventually becoming Boba’s lead enforcer; but Din was ever cognizant that his success and how tightly he ran the Fett family security could not have been possible without his friend and right hand man, Paz.  When Din had stepped back from the organization, Paz was the natural choice to be Din’s replacement.  The two men remained close as ever; there was no one with whom Din trusted his life more than Paz, and the feeling was returned, ten-fold.

As he had already explained to you, once in a while, Paz would ask for Din’s help with Fett family business, be it strategizing and brainstorming a mission plan, reviewing proposed tactics, or occasionally, coming out into the field with the team again.  There were simply times where Paz just ultimately felt better if Din was involved, and Din could not and would never deny his brother assistance.  Looks like this upcoming week would be one of those times.  Paz’s strength and authority has always come from his formidable presence and his capacity for brute force, but Boba currently needs some intel on a target that would come easier via surveillance rather than intimidation.  Over lunch, Din and Paz map out a plan and team assignments, including a few shifts that make the most sense if Din is on site.  By the end of the planning session, Din knows that this week, he will be the one having long work hours; between his surveillance work with Paz and his responsibilities at the gym, your third date would have to wait.

He lets you in on his disappointment that night during the dog walk, which has now been cemented as part of your daily routine.  As expected, you’re understanding and reasonably curious, but easily placated with Din’s promise to still come by every night to walk Al with you.

Monday through Thursday have Din burning the candle at both ends.  He finds himself being infinitely appreciative for having an excellent head boxing trainer in Greef Karga who competently doubles as a floor manager.  Several of the gym staff and boxers also work for Paz and Boba, so Din is not the only one pulling double duty this week – everyone knows what it means to do their part. Most nights, Din leaves Paz and the team late in the evening and comes straight to see you.

He's tired on these nights, but you’re always a sight for his exhausted eyes; you take to bringing him a little sweet treat each night, aware that he needs an extra pick me up these days. Regardless of what he sees or has to deal with during the day, Din is content when he ends the night in the softness of your embrace; with you in his arms, your lips on his.

By Friday, everything has wrapped up on the security end, but Din ends up having to work late at the gym to catch up on some accounting admin he had pushed back; happy to turn the tables on him, you bring him dinner when it’s obvious he might forget to eat.

When you see him hunched over, squinting at a spreadsheet for 5 minutes straight, you offer to take a look, helping yourself to a makeshift seat in his lap.  Within 10 minutes you’ve whipped him up a new template that rolls over month-to-month, and calculates the information needed with less than a third of the monthly inputs Din was typing in before.  With your encouragement, he finishes his reports speedily, while you go back to eating dinner.  Coming over to the mini couch in his office that you’ve been lounging on, Din flops down and pulls you close so your legs lay over his, “Are you a wizard?”

You laugh, “I like spreadsheets.”

“I don’t.  I don’t think I really like any technology.  Can’t trust it,” grimaces Din.

“I figured, old man.  Is that why you don’t have any socials?”

“Any what?” Din gives you a confused look.

Confession time.  “Social Media.  The girls and I tried to find you online that night after I ran into you at the bookstore!  Nothing.”

“I might have an old Facebook?  Don’t remember the login,” Din muses, face scrunching up as if the idea of inadvertently having an online presence gives him a headache.

You roll your eyes and climb over Din’s lap, straddling him, “Good thing you’re so pretty.”

Din raises his brow, “Oh yeah?  I’m the pretty one?”

“Oh yes.  These brown eyes are so pretty. And these crinkles around your pretty eyes when you smile are so, so pretty.  Beard is so pretty, too.  This is my favourite part, this little spot right here that looks like a little heart, it’s the prettiest.”  You press a deep kiss to his jaw in the middle of the patchy spot on his left side and breath in deeply, humming contently before resting your head on Din’s shoulder.

“Didn’t realize you think so much about me, sweet girl.”

You face Din again, closing your eyes and leaning in to find his mouth already waiting for yours and murmur low, between kisses, “Mmmmhmmmm.  Think about you all the time, Din.  When I wake up, in the shower, at work, at home in bed.  Especially when I’m in bed.  I think about you a lot in bed.”

Din’s hands start to wander, creeping under your shirt and gripping your bare waist, fingers dipping into the waistband of your leggings, “What you do you think about, when you think about me in bed, sweetheart?”

The kisses are getting a little sloppier as you grind down gently, rhythmically; you answer in shallow, gasping breaths, “I think about you on top of me, baby.  I think about you getting a little rough with me and positioning me any way you want.  I think about your hands and how they would feel touching every inch of me, pulling my hair, squeezing around my nec-“

“Pretty bird, I think I should take you home now or I’m not going to be able to control myself.” Din cuts you off abruptly, a dark look in his eyes.

Shy under his intense gaze, you nod and agree.

---

Having had the car ride to your place and the dog walk to calm down, you now rest comfortably in Din’s arms, playing with his hair while looking deep into his eyes between sweet, lingering kisses.  Din opens his mouth to yours, again and again, lazily chasing your tongue with his own, “I’m looking forward to our date tomorrow, pretty bird.”

You sigh, “Me too! I don’t know what to wear though.  I’ve never been to a boxing match before.”

“I’m sure you’ll look perfect.” Din leans down and whispers, “Wear something I can take off easily.”

You can’t help the small whine that escapes your lips when you take in his words.  Din chuckles, “You tease me all the time, pretty bird. You think I can’t tease you back?”  Finding his boyish grin irresistible, you pull him in for a string of hungry and passionate kisses that leave the both you panting and you warm with arousal.  You aren’t even being cheeky when you whisper to Din, “I’m going to go to bed to think about you now,” before turning to head in, leaving Din looking and feeling completely transfixed.

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Hey everyone, welcome to my blurb masterlist !!

This is for the cute little ideas I’ll randomly come up with instead of the one shots that take up a lot of time and energy.

This is for when I have random bursts of creativity!

There will be angst, fluff and sometimes poorly written smut 😭

Word of warning, these blurbs will most likely be under 5k as there only supposed to be short, so enjoy <3

run baby, run.

in which, harry is running the 2025 tokyo marathon, and who better to cheer him on than his fiance and little boy.

a morning in berlin.

in which, harry and madison are in berlin, whilst your back at home in the uk working, madison’s almost turning three in april, and harry wants to spend as much time with his two year old as possible.

morning kisses.

in which, it’s the morning of harry’s birthday and what better way to wake him up then with kisses.

new years eve.

in which, this new years is the most different one that you and harry have ever spent together, instead of going out to a party, your both cuddled up on the sofa with your newborn fast asleep on there daddies chest.

sweet dreams.

in which, its christmas eve, and harry is tucking his daughter into bed, just like he does every night.

just how fast the night changes.

in which, your out at a christmas market with your friends, you end up hurting yourself on the ice rink, resulting in you going to the hospital, where your fiance is doing the night shift.

baby, you’re a firework.

in which, some school friends of harry’s is hosting a firework display round his house, and thought it would be nice to invite harry and the family, the wife is over the moon and the little one is awestruck.

sun, sea and sandy footprints.

in which, it’s your daughters first time at the beach, the sun is shining, the sea is cooling and this is where you realise there’s no place you’d rather be.

family bbq.

in which, with a rare day of sunshine in london, harry and the missus decide to throw a little bbq where all of the close family are invited, drinks are spilled, games a played and memories are created that last a life time.

daddy’s little girl.

in which, harry holding his baby for the first time is everything he had wished for and more.

he knelt to the ground….

in which, you and harry have been together for three years now, and at this point your relationship basically has a third with the amount of times you play taylor around the house, so at the eras concert he surprises you with something you’ll never forget.

the best interruption.

in which, harrys been in his at home office for the majority of the day, and your little one is getting antsy after not spending time with there best friend, so when he’s typing away and answering emails, they stroll into the office, crawling onto his lap.

the finish line.

in which, harrys wife is running the london marathon, having been signed up by her sister in law gemma as a joke and now as she is nearing the finish line, harry is determined to be there to greet her.

airport security.

in which, harry and his daughter madison have a tradition of going on a little father-daughter holiday, they first did it when she was six months old, just before her first birthday and now there doing it just before her second birthday, but today, let’s just say little miss is in a very cranky mood.

in the stars.

in which, harry is remembering you, his beloved wife, mother of his child, that passed away, this is him grieving, remembering the lives that the two of you shared together and will always share together, no matter the circumstances.

sky high.

in which, your an airhostess for british airways, and harry’s been a pilot for british airways for the last four years, and your both working on the same a380 to the big apple.

school pick up.

in which, harrys on school pick up duties for his little one, and it’s his babies favourite time of the day when he sees her best friend, her father standing at the gates.

uncle harry.

in which, after the birth of her baby, you and harry decided to stop by the hospital to see her, where tears fall and memories are created.

boys day out.

in which, manchester united are playing luton town fc in the premier league, and so what better thing to do then take your two football obsessed children to watch there favourite team hopefully win.

carribbean privacy.

in which, you and harry decided to go for a little family holiday to start the new year off on the right foot, and went to a caribbean island, where your just trying to enjoy yourselves, and spend some quality time with your two children, when a couple of fans spot your husband.

when the clock strikes midnight.

in which, you and harry broke up just over a year ago, and have not seen each other since, but when your friend invites you to a new years eve party with all your close ones there, the last person you expected to see walk through the door was him.

underneath the tree.

in which, since officially dating harry for a total of eight years now, courting for three, being married for three and parents for two, you’ve both given each other, such wonderful gifts over the years, and here’s a few of them.

do you still love me?

in which, harrys been acting shifty lately, when your looking for a shirt in his wardrobe, he gets hostile, when you say your going to go and shower, he gets hostile and for some reason doubts start to creep into your mind about what he’s been doing, so when you confront him about it, he tells you of his secret all along.

santa’s grotto.

in which, harry takes his two year old son, sebastian, to go and see santa because your at home sick from the flu, but it doesn’t go aswell as he hoped seeing as all little kids appear to have a phobia of the man dressed in red.

i saw mummy kissing santa claus .

in which, when you and harry are putting the christmas presents under the tree on christmas eve, with harry dressed up in a santa costume just for his own novelty, and share a little moment to themselves, unbeknownst to them that there four year old son arlo, was watching the whole time.

daddy’s new hair style.

in which, your fiancé returns home one afternoon, shocking both you and your son milo when he appears to be sporting a new hair cut, neither of you seemed to be prepared for.

pumpkin patch.

in which, you and harry decide to take your son teddy to the pumpkin patch in honour of it finally hitting october, the three of you decide to make a day of things, and let’s just say the day doesn’t exactly turn out how you all expected it, a series of unfortunate events occur and that all starts out with your fiancé getting annoyed that the sat nav isn’t helping him very much.

snack wars.

in which, on this episode of snack wars, we sit down with a certain curly headed lad who goes by the name of harry styles who happens to be comparing british and american snacks.

the terrible twos.

in which, travelling with your husband around europe hasn’t been the most smooth sailing, especially when your daughters currently experiencing her terrible twos.

sick on tour.

in which, touring europe was meant to be a fun thing to do as a family, but when your toddler suddenly developes a sickness bug, you watch with fond eyes as your husband takes care of your little one, nursing them back to full health.

london experiences.

in which, whilst walking around the streets of london with your fiancé harry and two year old daughter mila whose currently getting her molars growing in, things appear to be going swell until a fan asks for a photo and your little one has to be disturbed.

broken ankle, karma rules.

in which, going on a run with your fiancé of two years means harmless flirting and teasing, that is until an incident occurs and he has to carry you back to the car.

jealous baby styles.

in which, five days ago, you and harry welcomed another little baby into the world, but the blissful baby bubble isn’t all it turns out to be when you have a toddler as well.

airport chaos.

in which, harry’s just finished his show in barcelona, and is en-route to madrid, but there’s one more hurdle that needs to be jumped when fans bombard him, you and your one year old son finley. this results in a very agitated harry, a tearful toddler and a wife that’s claustrophobic.

like father like son.

in which, in 2018, you and your fiancé harry welcomed a little baby boy into the world, and his name was sammy. him and his father were exact replicas of each other, same brown tousled curls, forest green orbs, matching dimples and bunny teeth, harry jr. loves everything to do with his father, wherever he went, he wasn’t far behind.

the box.

in which, your husband is ready to go on stage for fifteen out of fifteen nights at the kia forum, and the crew team come up with a way for him to get to the stage unnoticed, but his three year old daughter wants to get involved as-well.

the bath tub.

in which, your looking for your husband backstage at his concert, and get directed by a crew member that he’s in his dressing room. things get heated the second you walk into the room, and there’s nothing like a quick quickie in the bathtub.

styles on the reins.

in which, harry’s looking after his two year old son, parker whilst you go out with your aunt, so they decide to go on a walk around the small streets of italy where your currently residing, but that’s easier said then done when the little one is just as feral as his father.

a helping hand.

in which, your six months pregnant, your sweaty, ankles are swollen and your nauseous all the time, getting on the boat was a slightly easy task, but the task of getting off the boat is a lot harder, but luckily your husband is there to help you.

wedding day blues.

in which, it’s your and your fiancés wedding day, getting married in the garden of your shared italian villa, surrounded by your close friends and loved ones, but you can’t help but let the nerves get to you.

tired baby styles.

in which, you, harry and your one and a half year old son, elliott are holidaying in spain, where your little one won’t go down for his afternoon nap, so your boyfriend comes up with an idea to get him to doze off.

your blue birds.

in which, whilst your at home dealing with your sickness bug, harry takes the little one to the stadium with him so he’s out of your hair, that’s where you get sent a photo of them that makes you feel ten times better.

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Lazy Sunday morning

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You were a go getter, a team player, one who knows what to do next all the time that you wished someone would just hold you down, to tell you to breathe. You jumped head first into the next big thing because that was how you survived in this hospitality business. That was how you survived in life in general. So the word lazy never existed in your world. You couldn’t understand the appeal.

Until today.

As you stretched under the covers watching sunlight filter through the blinds. Sunday morning gently coming alive and for the first time you were still in bed. Your usual routine was to head to the markets at five in the morning, to stock up the restaurant with fresh local produce. But instead, when you turned, you caught sight of him still asleep.

The details on his face were remarkable, that often times you only focus on his eyes when he was looking at you. He had that skill, to make you feel like the only girl to exist when his gaze was on you. But now, you caught the way his thick eyelashes curved up effortlessly. The subtle cupid’s bow and the scattered dark spots. The soft rhythm in which his chest rose and fell, his arm slung over you as his fingers twitched. He was dreaming, and just when you were going to question the subject of his dreams, he pulled you closer.

So it turns out, that even someone like you could do lazy mornings. You wrapped your arm around his torso and moved deeper into his hold. No one could take this away. This was all yours to enjoy.

He stirred next to you as he mumbled good morning, his voice husky and coarse. He placed his chin on the top of your head as he put his leg over yours, you couldn’t help but sigh with content.

“We have a lot of work to do today.”, you murmured into the skin of his chest with your eyes closed.

“What help do you need?”, he asked groggily.

“We have all these boxes to sort.”, you peeled away from where you had tucked your face into his neck.

“I haven’t been able to do it for awhile.”, you caught his eyes, contemplating if it was appropriate to tell him the reason behind it.

“Since Melissa’s passing?”, he asked gently, his hand rubbing your back as though he knew you needed comfort.

But all you could do was tilt your head to the side, bewildered how he knew about something you had never shared.

“I overhead bits and pieces about your story at school during lunch time. Teachers love to gossip.”, he gave you a lopsided grin.

“Ken Carson, you trust the rumor mill?”, you narrowed you eyes at him playfully.

“No but to be fair you were ignoring me then.”, he pouted and you couldn’t help but smile. You tucked your head under his chin and he very happily welcomed you into his embrace again.

“I know it’s been a while and I should have gotten over it. But I don’t know, she made me feel loved. Like I was a part of a family for a while.”, you said quietly. These secrets were never shared but confiding in him made the burden feel lighter.

“Grief takes time to heal.”, he said softly as he drew circles on your waist.

“When did you get this philosophical?”, you chuckled and he joined you but he sobered as though there was more to it.

“I knew this kid for a year. He was brilliant and kind but then stopped coming to school. When I found out he was getting treated for cancer, I didn’t know what it was. But I saw him, battle it out and lose against it. I didn’t cry then cause all these concepts that reality was bound by I had never experienced before. But one night as I sat to watch a show, I began to cry and continued to well into the night.”, he shared as he sighed.

“The toughest bit is when it catches you in the middle of a class or you see another kid play football that in turn makes you angry in how any of this is fair but that’s the stake of being here. It’s about every second and what you choose to do with it.”, he concluded to then softly place a kiss on your forehead.

“So if it catches you when we’re sorting the boxes, I’ll be there to hold you up.”, he said it with a confidence that it caused you to tear up.

“Thank you.”, you whispered as you held onto him.

“Now get up, lazy bones, I’ll make us a fresh batch of tea.”, he patted your back as you groaned when he began to slip away from you.

His skin a delight to look at in the morning light as he put on a Tshirt, his puffy sleep ridden eyes made him look all the more dreamier. You pushed away the blanket with a deep breath, the smell of fresh linen and fabric conditioner giving you the boost to get a move on. You had the world to save.

*

You walked into your place and knew the first thing you had to do. Walking up to the cookie jar, you popped open the lid and fetched one for him and yourself. His eyes lit up the moment he recognized it,

“I was supposed to give them to you yesterday but they were too hot to pack.”, you said as he took one from you.

He bit into it and you watched as his shoulder relaxed, his eyes closed and he groaned out of satisfaction.

“Brie, I had missed these.”, he mumbled with his mouth full as you lead him to the storage room, which had been Melissa’s room before.

Your hand hovered over the door knob and when you took a minute, his hand rested on your shoulder, to remind you that he was by your side. Taking a deep breath, you let your palm hold the cold metal and twist it.

The old residual smell of her perfume wafted over you and it brought back all the memories. You sitting by the vanity set as she gave you her antique jewelry set for the restaurant’s anniversary dinner. The side table that still held a half embroidered handkerchief. Pictures of you on one side of the wall, you grew nauseous. She had loved you like a mother even though you were no one’s daughter.

But Ken placed his palm on the small of your back, his lips touching the edge of your ear as he said, “You’re stronger than the past, Brie.”

It got you to stand still, to regain yourself. Because you were. You were stronger than all that had happened. So you turned to kiss his cheek as new found strength filled your system.

“Ok", you said as you inhaled deeply.

"Let’s start with this box here.”, you dusted your hands and got to work.

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Hospital Beds Market Size, and Region - Global Forecast to 2032

Market Scenario

The hospital beds market was valued at USD 3.1 billion in 2021 and is expected to rise from USD 3.33 billion in 2022 to USD 6.38 billion by 2032, with a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 7.5% over the forecast period (2023-2032). However, expensive hospital beds, such as semi-electric and electric beds can counter the market rise in the forecast period.

The increase in number of admissions in hospitals and surge in demand for health care services can promote expansion of the market in the assessment period. Hospital beds aid in positioning that body that has greater feasibility over regular home bed that can promote expansion of the market in years come. The increase in number of ECG machines and their need can favor expansion of the market in the analysis period. The availability of advanced type hospital beds can also promote expansion of the market in the study period. The increase in prevalence of different chronic malaises and rise in number of ambulatory centers can promote expansion of the market in the years ahead.

Market Segmentation

The segment assessment for the global hospital beds market is done by type, end-users, and power.

The type-based segments of the global hospital beds market are psychiatric & bariatric care, acute care, and long-term care among others. Maternity beds and rehabilitation beds are among these others. The Acute care bed segment can earn about 58.7% share of the worldwide hospital beds market by the end of the review period.

The power-based segments of the hospital beds are semi-electric bed, electric bed, and manual bed.

The end-users-based segments of the hospital beds market are ambulatory, hospitals, and clinics among others.

Regional Analysis

As per MRFR regional assessment, the hospital bed market in Europe can secure the largest share of the worldwide market. Europe hospital beds market research can valued above USD 916.6 Mn and rise at 5.5% CAGR across the analysis period. In Asia Pacific, the hospital bed market can surge at 5.9% CAGR through the forecast period. Europe can dominate the worldwide hospital bed market due to hike in healthcare spending, well-developed healthcare sector, favorable reimbursement policies, and rise in government support can favor expansion of the market through the assessment period. The U.K. can rise at decent pace and earn greater than USD 916.6 Mn at 5.5% CAGR through the forecast period. In the Americas, the well-developed healthcare ecosystem, huge geriatric population, and hike in investment in healthcare research and development can support expansion of the regional hospital beds market. In Asia Pacific, the hospital beds market can surge at decent pace. In the Middle East and Africa, decline in healthcare spending and no easy access to limited technologies can support expansion of the market in the analysis period.

Key Players

Hill-Rom Holdings, Gendron Inc., Invacare Corporation, Stryker Corporation, Linet spol. s r.o., Paramount Bed Holdings Co., Ltd., and Getinge AB are some reputed names in the worldwide hospital beds market that are listed by MRFR. The report offered by MRFR on Hospital Beds Market can hold valuable insights on the market that are acquired by extensive research that is both qualitative and quantitative. Involvement of Industry experts and opinion from global leader aid in preparing on deeper insights into the market and its performance along the analysis period. The report offers clear picture of market scenario that includes historical interpretation and projects market size. Technological advancement, and other governing factors, such as; macroeconomic can provide information of the market for investors.

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Haaii me again! Took me a while to figure out what to request.

How about a Mercy x f!s/o thats a firefighter? Established relationship. Angela helps when reader comes into the hospital with burns on her body. Shes there to listen to her trauma and all that fluffy stuff. Maybe she even saves mercy

Have a splendid day!!!!

Hiiii!!! So nice to hear from you again!!! This was a fun ask to do, I did make it a little light-hearted. Hope you enjoy<3

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Mercy With A Firefighter Girlfriend✦

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Angela definitely has a giant respect for you and your work. She understands what it’s like to work long grueling hours saving people. She knows how stressful and demanding your line of work is. After a long day of work, she’ll want to help you both unwind. She’ll order take-out from your favorite restaurant and watch a comfort movie with you cuddled up in bed. 

Angela is always there with a listening ear if you need to talk about scary things that have happened at work. She knows going through the trauma of saving people is hard to manage. She’ll hold you as you cry or complain about the crappy things that come with your job. If your job ever makes your mental health go to extremes, she’s going to find you the best therapist on the market. She knows that she helps you, but it would also be good to have a professional on your team as well. 

If you ever were to be injured on the job, Angela is immediately rushing to help. The moment she sees the tiniest burn or scrape, she already cleaning and dressing your wound while giving you a warning about being more careful. God forbid you get a bad burn, she would panic internally. She would appear very calm while tending to your burns and marks. As soon as you were stable and okay, she would bursts into tears. She was so terrified for you. Please reassure her!! She’ll be with you every step of the way during recovery. 

Despite your girlfriend being an intelligent doctor, she’s not good at staying calm when she sees fire. There have been a time or two when Angela has set things on fire in your shared home. One time she was trying to cook up a fancy meal for you both and proceeded to over-heat the oil in the pan, causing a small grease fire. Instead of remembering the fire safety tips she’s been taught, she panicked and screamed. You come rushing into the kitchen and see the fire. You grab the lid, quickly cover it, and turn off the stove. She’s so thankful you were there to help! “You’re my knight and shining armor”, Angela giggles, giving you a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

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Share your deranged lewis/mick idea with the class babe

Technically Seb/Mick/Lewis but anyway...

“Seb told me to give this to you.”

Lewis blinks, bleary from an hour of staring at glowing data points on too-dark screens. Mick is standing beside him, one hand extended towards Lewis. He’s holding Roscoe’s leash. Roscoe is on the end of it, flopped on his butt on the floor and panting happily. 

Lewis wets his lips. It’s already dark outside the Mercedes hospitality. 

“He told me—” Mick cuts himself off and raises an arm to ruffle his own hair nervously. “He said I’m not your personal dog sitter and I should stop letting you—walk all over me, just because I’m at the track. And I am available, obviously, if you need me sometimes—but I actually have a lot on my plate even if it isn’t obvious, and—”

“It’s cool,” says Lewis. He licks his lips again. It does sound like something Seb would say—shrewd advice that he would give. “I guess I just assumed that since you liked dogs, and since he needs someone to hang out with…” Lewis trails off. There isn’t anything more to say. It’s entirely possible that he’s been selfish. 

“It’s fine.” Mick fidgets in front of him. “I’m just. Busy. You know?”

“Yeah, I know,” says Lewis. “Well. You can tell Seb that I’ll find a new dog sitter. And tell him I said hi.” 

—

“Seb said I should give this to you.”

Mick shoves his hand in the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a handful of colorful glass beads—jewelry. He opens his hand and the chain drops and sparkles under the violet lights of the venue. Each bead is unique—the chunky, hand-blown style that Lewis has been into recently—and the chain is short enough that it should sit close to Lewis’s throat. 

“It’s weird,” says Mick. Lewis watches him drop it on the bartop beside his empty glass. “So, I was visiting Seb and there was this market. And I saw this stall selling little handmade glass things, and then I saw this, and I said it looks like something you would wear, and Seb said I should get it for you if I really thought so.” Mick messes with his glass, sliding the pad of one finger across the rim. “I couldn’t tell if he was joking.”

“Sometimes I can’t either,” Lewis admits. He slides the necklace off of the bartop, and holds it in a cupped hand. The beads are still warm from Mick’s pocket, glistening with a slippery shine. “I like it. You have a good eye.” 

Mick wraps a hand around the base of his glass and glances at the floor. His eyes flick back to Lewis after a long second has passed. 

“Tell him I said thank you,” says Lewis. And then half joking: “And ask when I’m invited around.” 

Mick’s gaze snaps to the floor again, like there’s something very interesting between his and Lewis’s barstools. “Probably anytime,” says Mick. “I’ll ask.” 

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“Seb told me to—” Mick closes the gap between them and slots his lips against Lewis’s. Lewis turns it into a real kiss, because why else was he hanging out in Mick’s hotel room on a Sunday night anyways. 

Mick makes a small noise and pulls away wetly. Lewis chases him until Mick is halfway reclined in the pillows of his bed and pliant underneath him. His hair is short and spiky between Lewis’s fingers, and his jaw is strong, and his lips are quite red when Lewis pulls away. 

“He said I should—” Mick pauses, breathless. “He told me to show you how I feel. He said showing is better than telling, and I should give you something that makes it obvious.” 

Lewis smoothes Mick’s hair down and settles his weight over Mick’s lap. “I think that’s just Seb. He can’t stand obfuscation. Everything has to be one way, and it has to be the most earnest, honest, bull-headed way.”

“I know,” says Mick. "That's him."

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“Seb said I should give it to you like this.” Mick punctuates the statement with a short punch of his hips. Lewis muffles a groan in the crook of his own elbow. “He said you would probably like it like this. Hard. Fast. He said I should try to deny you.” 

Mick fucks into him again, drapes himself across Lewis’s back, and digs his teeth into Lewis’s shoulder. Lewis gives up on holding up his head and drops his forehead onto the arm of his driver’s room sofa. The fabric is coarse and scratchy and already supporting his right arm, but it makes it easier to take it in this position and gives him another point from which he can anchor himself. 

“What else did he say,” Lewis gasps. 

“He said that we should both visit during the summer, and he’ll give it to you himself. Soft and slow, until you beg for it. He wants me to watch, and then he wants to watch me fuck you until you can’t fuck anymore.” Mick pants into the side of Lewis’s neck. 

“Tell him—” Lewis groans. Someone definitely heard that one. “Tell him to stop telling you shit. Tell him to tell me himself.” Mick is absolutely nailing his prostate. This is the stupidest idea Lewis has had at a racetrack in years. 

“But I like this,” says Mick. “I like me telling you. I like telling him things from you too.” Mick tips his weight further onto Lewis so that he’s forced to collapse forwards into the sofa, his back curving at an impossible angle.

“Oh fuck,” Lewis says, overcome with the image of Mick telling Seb, telling him about this. “Fuck. Shit. I’m going to—”

Lewis comes on a feedback loop of sensations, Mick’s mouth on his neck, his chest glued to Lewis’s back. Mick cups his hand helpfully underneath Lewis to prevent a stain on the sofa. When Lewis is finished shaking with an orgasm of unexpected intensity, he flops on his stomach on the sofa and comes to the realization that Mick is still hard and half inside of him. 

“Seb said—” Mick catches himself. Lewis can feel him shifting around, tugging at Lewis’s rim. “He said I should come—on your back. That it would look good, with the tattoos.”

Lewis turns his head into his elbow and squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Yeah. Just. Do it. Whatever he told you.” 

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Any other snippets you can share for the car accident fic? 😊

Okay, so I'm eeking this one out. I've had like a far too busy holiday season and I'm back at work tomorrow, all of which is to say I think I'm barely sane. so this snippet is what it is.

I did Shoupe and Pope. I think he'll visit Kie next and then probably I need to get JB out of surgery. But I MISS JJ so much that I may need something with him soon just to tide me over.

As always, I'm open to requests. You guys are guiding this more than I am at this point. I have a lot of things I WANT to write, but finding the time is always a bit of a stretch.

There was a reason most of the Kildare sheriff’s department didn’t like dealing with the Pogues.  They were difficult.  They were prone to obfuscation, and they had a knack for taking a bad situation and making it worse.  They lied, they enjoyed illegal pastimes, they were quick to start fights, and there wasn’t trouble they couldn’t find.

All of which was to say their reputation wasn’t exactly unearned, especially when JJ and John B were involved.

But that was too simple.  Really, Shoupe couldn’t always blame them.  The Kooks on this damn island made him want to burn shit down sometimes, too.  He had a gun and a badge to give him power.  These kids had nothing.

Life dealt them a shitty hand.

And the cards kept getting shittier.

He was anxious to find out more about JJ, but short of bursting into an OR, he was going to be out of luck there.  The stillness of the kid beneath his touch still haunted him, and he would be more than a little relieved to see his shit-eating grin again.

Because he would.  He had to believe that.  JJ was going to be fine; John B, too.  They were fine.

That belief was sure enough.

Until he saw Pope.

He knew what the doctor had told him, about Pope’s head injury and how his consciousness was spotty.  Even so, it was a difficult thing.

Because Pope Heyward was a bright kid.  Pope Heyward was a <i>good</i> kid.  He was the kind who kept his nose clean.  He worked hard; he had plans.  Everyone knew this kid was making a future for himself, one beyond his daddy’s fish market and his weed-smoking best friends.

In the hospital bed, though, Pope looked more confused than any of them ever had.  His eyes were open – that much was true – but not really.  When Shoupe greeted him, his eyes came to him but there was no spark of recognition.  It took him a minute – a lot minute – before he managed a breath to answer him.

“I – what?”

Shoupe forced a smile, inching his way closer in some effort to make himself more obvious to the kid.  “Pope, you’re okay,” he said, even though it felt a little bit like a lie, given the spaced out look in Pope’s usually keen eyes.  “You took a bit of a hit, though.  To the head.”

Pope blinked a few times, his brows furrowing deeply.  He took a deep breath, head turning restlessly on the pillow of his bed.  He was propped up at an angle, with the bed tilted just so.  The rhythm on the heart monitor seemed steady enough, but his breathing looked all over the place.  “It hurts,” he muttered, one hand lifting but never getting very far.  The effort seemed to be too much, and he let it fall back again.

Shoupe wasn’t sure what to do with that.  Part of him wanted to comfort the kid, but patting him on the shoulder seemed awkward.  He bit his lip and shuffled his feet instead.  “Yeah, I’ll bet,” he said, eyes lingering on the bulky bandage around his head.  The gauze seemed excessive, but given the bruising peeking out from around it, he couldn’t doubt how serious the wound underneath must be.

Pope made a noise – strangled and undefined – before he let his head droop to the side again.  He looked ready to go back to sleep, so Shoupe cleared his throat.

“I was wondering if you could tell me what happened,” he said.

Pope startled at that, like somehow he’d forgotten Shopue was there.  His eyes were wild as he looked at him again.  “What happened?” he repeated.

“The car accident,” he said flatly.  “You were in a car accident.”

That didn’t quite jive with him; he still looked vexed.

“With your friends,” he said.  “JJ and Kiara.  John B was driving.”

This triggered something.  A hint of remembrance, and Pope’s breathing caught for a second.  “There was – a deer,”  he said, short and uncertain.  He frowned.  “I told him not to swerve.  The center of gravity in the Twinkie – I told him not to swerve–”

That confirmed the basics, then.  Shoupe’s initial assessment of the scene seemed accurate at least.  “There were no other cars?”

Pope squinted at him, as if the question was confusing.  “JJ wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.”

That wasn’t the question he was asking, but it seemed to be an answer Pope needed to give.  

Not a question; an adjudication.

“Kiara – she hurt her leg,” he said, head tipping to the side as his gaze went oddly distant.  “John B hit the steering wheel.”

These weren’t details he’d asked for, but it confirmed the rest of the story – and the doctor’s assumptions.

And then, Pope’s face went blank.  “JJ went through the windshield.”

This was a fact he’d concluded before this started.

It was still hard to hear.

No doubt, it would have been horrifying to watch.  One second – he was there.  The next – gone.

A split second.  One turn of the wheel.

And everything was different.

Pope’s breathing hitched again, the look in his eyes shifting toward panic.  “Are they okay?  Did you find JJ?  Is he okay?”

With his agitation, Pope was trying to push himself up.  A monitor pinged, and Shoupe felt the color flood his face.  “Just – easy,” he said, reaching down and gently restraining the kid.  The whole thing made him grimace.  “They’re all here, with you.  They’re in this hospital.”

He could feel Pope trembling, even though he lacked the coordination to push himself up again.  “But John B hit the steering wheel.  Kie was bleeding.  And JJ was <i>gone</i>.”

The assessment was stark, and it wasn’t wrong.  His friends were in bad shape – they might not make it.

But he couldn’t tell Pope that.

Not when Pope was in such bad shape himself.

Shoupe felt guilty, suddenly, for being here.  For asking the kid questions in this condition.  Process and procedures could be damned.

These were real kids.

They mattered.

He sighed, massaging Pope’s shoulder slightly.  “They’re getting taken care of, just like you,” he said, more pointed now.  He looked around with a wince.  “Has anyone called your parents yet?”

Pope shrank back now, eyelids fluttering.  “They’re going to be pissed.”

“They’re just going to be relieved you’re okay,” Shoupe assured him.

Pope didn’t argue that, but he huffed a sigh.  “The Carreras will freak.”

That was probably a fair assessment.

Pope shook his head, brow scrunching again under the bandage.  “Don’t call JJ’s dad.”

That wasn’t what he was expected.

Except it kind of was.

Shoupe hesitated.  “Why’s that?”

It could be evidence, he thought.  Maybe not enough to hold up in court, but enough to substantiate another DCS investigation.

But Pope groaned, squeezing his eyes shut again.  “I – it <i>hurts</i>.”

Shoupe braced him a little, frowning in concern.  “You’re okay.”

Pope shook his head, writhing.  He stifled a sob, before blinking up at him again.  “I – what?”

Shoupe felt his chest clench.  He let his hand drop away, jaw tightening.

Pope’s eyes wandered, locking on him briefly, face contorted.  “Shoupe?  What happened?”

He patted Pope on the shoulder again, swallowing hard.  “You’re okay, kid,” he promised, even though he wasn’t sure he could keep it.  “I swear, you’re all going to be okay.”

[askstevella]

Valentine's Day Special // I miss you.

It's been a week. More than a week when Stella was left alone at home, minding her own business. Yes she had work to do at SHIELD medical wing and the hospital if she was on call. But it's weird coming home to silence, no chatter or smell of food being cooked.

Being woken up in the middle of the night with a small cold sweat and looking over your shoulder to find the that side of the bed colder than expected.

Empty.

She will play with her ring and sigh, belly flopping on the back of her queen size bed.

God, I missed him.

She missed annoying him with her lousy comments, barking up a laugh at his jokes and seeing the way his nose snuff up signing how he felt. He sometimes didn't even have to say a word, she can read his face like the back of her hand.

And now she can't.

He was gone.

More than gone.

Out of the country never to be seen again...until the next booking month. He, Sam and Bucky were on a mission in Mother Russia to take down some scientific project. She wasn't allowed to know the details nor call him. But made due with what she had, leaving her hair tossed up in messy bun and wearing his sweater as she lay around the house. Or if she was out with friend, she'll check on her phone to wonder if he arrived yet.

But nothing.

Natasha would say, "He'll be back before you know it."

And she'll reply, "I know..I know."

She fell in love with Steve Rogers, but she married Captain America.

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It was now Valentine's Day. The commercial holiday where couples went to enjoy themselves. She knew it wasn't a true holiday or anything, just some lousy way for companies to sell chocolate and flowers to people. And or have them stress about what gift to get their lover.

And to have people wonder if they will never find love.

She knew the whole plan behind this day, but she didn't care. It was always an fun excuse to feel pretty, eat at a nice place, watch a movie and cuddle with the people she loved. Every Valentine's Day, Steve would wake her up with kisses on her cheek before he head off to a work out. They would have breakfast together like always, plan their day and head off to their usual routine.

Then in the afternoon, she will come home to make a late lunch (if they weren't going out) and as he arrived, stepping into the door with flowers along with a nice box of heart shaped chocolates to share together afterwards. Afterward, they would watch a movie and if there is time...

..dance in the living room then crashing onto the very couch they started on.

But today, she felt like a part of her was missing. She just wants to know he's okay. To someone else, she might've sounded dramatic for missing him but when you fall in love with someone who makes you smile whenever possible, you can't help but feel that way.

In result, she spend the day as she normally would watching the clock ticking away every once in a while. Some moments at work would pass like years, waiting to get out and head to the super market. Finally she was able to leave, going to the super market to grab extra ham and bread as she hesitates to pick herself up some flowers and chocolate but she does anyway.

Once she arrived at her apartment door, humming Avril Lavingne's song 'When You're Gone' due to it playing on the radio this morning, she paused. The radio was on again...

She remembered she turned it off this morning, she groaned muttering, "Not today..anything but today." Stella picked up her big girl pants muttering a few curse words as she returned to enter through the fire escape instead closing the window shut behind her. She hummed since the whole place felt normal, at least as normal is it can get for her. She grabbed her taster from her pocket as she put her items down gently searching around for anyone she didn't recognize.

Then she sucked in a breath, gasping at the sight once she arrived at the kitchen. Her eyes watered as she chocked on a silent sob seeing the small display on the dinning room table. Flowers. Not just her any flowers but her favorites, tulips filled with a second bouquet of rose beside those. She pinched herself almost wishing this wasn't a dream. But she knew it wasn't one. She inched over to find a soft hand written card with a little doodle of a money with a bow tie and top hat, which allowed a small chuckle to escape. She knew who's handwriting it was.

Underneath the soft note card stood a box of chocolates. God, it was a box of chocolates with a mini bag of M&M dressed on top. The lights were turned down low, creating a soft almost whispering feeling, yet it was comforting. Like a warm blanket on this freezing cold day.

The 14th was always a good day in general, but Valentine's Day tend to always be colder. Which mean being wrapped in cozy sweaters and blankets underneath the warm of each other.

"Hey. You're back early."

In came the voice. She knew it all too well, as she chuckled and nodded. Her man has returned in the flesh. Tears came rushing back to her eyes at the sound of his voice that she can tell tickled with laughter behind it.

Once she turned around, she was given a wishful sight. She expected to find him in sweatpants and a old t-shirt. But she was completely wrong and god, could she be more happy. The sight in front of her was Steven Grant Rogers in a white collar robe, messy deep brown hair, a beard and a peak of his chest showing underneath it all. She must've died and went to heaven.

"What? Like what you see?" He said in a teasing tone, reaching out a hand waiting for her to grab it. He even wiggled his fingers for added effect.

"You tease." She mumbled, walking over to loop her fingers with him and eyed his faced, having his features wash over her. She forgotten how deep his eyes looked in the dim lights of their apartment.

"What?"

"Nothing..I just missed you. So much."

"I'm sorry I was away for longer than expected, but Bucky and I, we couldn't miss Valentine's Day. Sam was beginning to get annoyed wanting to have his boyfriend all too himself today."

"I bet. And I don't blame him, I would feel the same way if I was him. Now, I think you owe me a kiss."

He leaned into her touch, pressing his forehead against her and hummed, "I'll do you one better. You get washed up and I'll rock you're world."

"Yes, sir." She hummed with a blushed grin, rushing to the bathroom seeing a robe waiting for her too as she gasped, "Me too?! Did you boys shopping in mother Russia?!"

All could be heard was Steve's laughter yelling at her to go take a shower. Once she entered the shower, washing herself from head to toe deciding to leave her curls loose today instead, allowing herself a moment to breath and take in the sound of the water hitting the tub's floor and the soft sound of music playing from their radio.

The moment Stella left the shower, getting half dressed and wrapped herself in the nicest robe she ever seen, she untangled her crazy curls and left the bathroom. What she didn't expect for the lips of her husbands to softly crash onto hers in a long awaited kissed. It was so tender, so sweet and ever so gentle as he cupped her face humming at the sound of her giggles in return.

"Hm. Now you're clean." He hummed with a chuckle, hands still placed on her cheeks, "I missed you too. I don't know much longer I was take being stuck with my crazy friends in the freezing snow."

"I can share that same sentiment." She replied with a chuckle of her own sighing, "I love you, Mr. Rogers."

"I love you, Mrs. Rogers."

"Not possible."

"It most certainly is possible."

She was about to say another word when smell of ham hit her nose and snorted, "Is something burning?'

"Shit." He muttered snorting at how the romantic moment was ruined by the smell of burn food as he added, "It's not burnt, it's crispy."

"Extra crispy."

"Shut up you will eat it anyway."

She laughed at that knowing it was true, following him into the kitchen with her arms wrapped around his middles as he fluttered kiss up and down her cheek and neck.

It was nice Valentine's Day indeed.

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Happy Day Of Love! I wasn't expecting to write this today but I got inspired hehe I hope you like it

Question for everyone: Any favorite love songs?

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