#LED Display for Airport

[jonaleddelhi]

Wider Applications of LED Displays in Contemporary Spaces: Classroom, Airport, Hospital, and Conference Room

Utilizing the Strengths of LED displays in Education Due to the flexibility, clarity, and low power consumption, LED displays are fast becoming an integral part of several industries. Their usage is from using class-room experiences in educational institutions to streamlining operations in busy airports. The use of LED display changes the way information is communicated and absorbed. This article delves into the increasing influence of LED displays in education, airports, hospitals, and conference rooms.

LED Displays for Education: Unlocking the Full Potential of Learning

The future school is no longer a far-off concept because LED display for education by Jona LED have made it a reality. The vivid colors, interactivity, and ease with which they are assimilated into the other digital tools all reverberate in such a manner that teaching styles in the said two are being transformed, alongside with these about how the students learn.

Interactive learning LED displays can be very interactive and open the avenues for educators to present multimedia presentations, videos, and other interactive content whereby making complex sciences and mathematics subjects easier to understand and appealing to the students.

Class interactivity: The LED display allows for group work in which the students interact with content material. Group work presentations and projects become very lively using a touch-enabled LED display through which the students are allowed to interact with the content material. Better view: In larger classrooms and lecture halls, the high-resolution images with sharp signals from the LED display ensure that all students have an excellent view of the contents irrespective of the position at which they are sitting.

Inclusion of Remote Learning: LED screens can seamlessly integrate with conferencing and video streaming technology that facilitate hybrid and online learning without any inconvenience to in-class and online learners.

LED screens in educational settings not only provide an engaging learning experience but also create a collaborative, high-tech learning environment preparing the students for the future.

LED Displays at Airports: Enhancing Passenger Communication

Airports are alive and full of activities. Clear information in real time is thus very vital. LED display for airport by Jona LED increase the smoothness of operations and enhance passenger explication to the actual up-to-date information.

Airport flight information display: High brightness of LED displays makes easy-to-read schedules, gate number, and status updates inform passengers to navigate around this busy complex. It is particularly critical in such competitive environments as check-in counters and boarding gates.

Way-finding and navigation: LED screens will be provided for way-finding in terminals at strategic locations to help passengers find their way to the baggage claim, security checkpoints, and lounges. It will not only improve passenger traffic but also reduce passenger's stress while navigating through unfamiliar airport systems.

Advertising and Promotions: Airports use LED to provide digital signage and advertising. This opens companies up to a global market where their products and services get marketed. Content can also be changed dynamically, such as video commercials or rotating banners for promotional offers.

Emergency Notifications: In emergency cases, LEDs can display immediate warning messages and instructions to protect passengers and keep them well-informed.

Led displays are no longer an option but a necessary part of infrastructure within the airport, which improves the overall passenger experience and optimizes operations.

LED Displays for Hospitals: Communicating Better in Hospitals

Communication makes all the difference in hospital cases, and if it is delayed or inaccurate, then the whole difference between life and death lies in that communication. LED display for Hospitals by Jona LED are an effective way to communicate with patients, visitors, and staff.

Patient and visitor information: LED displays that hang over waiting areas, down hallways, and into rooms show live appointment times, room numbers, and wait times for treatment. The display reduces confusion and stress among patients and visitors.

Medical imaging and diagnostics: LED screens in operating theaters and diagnostic laboratories display crystal clear high resolution images from medical equipment, X-rays, CT scans, and MRIs. Brightness and clarity, therefore are critical to medical analysis and decision-making.

Internal communications: In large hospitals, communication is very difficult since it contains the largest staff. LED displays can be mounted in break rooms, nurses' stations, and hallways to broadcast real-time updates with regard to patients' statuses, rooms, or who's assigned for a given shift.

Health education: In these public zones of hospitals, they employ LED displays to update health tips, wellness program campaigns, and preventive care for patients. They could be used to run important announcements about flu shots, vaccination drives, etc., in healthcare.

In a hospital, LED displays help streamline operations, improve communication, and ultimately bring up the quality of care for the patients.

LED Displays for Conference Rooms: Advancement in Business Collaboration

In the corporate world, effective communication is very important to success, and LED display for conference room by Jona LED make sure businesses learn this through changes in team collaboration and presentation styles.

Video conferencing: Since video conferencing is so common today because of increased remote work around the globe, the ease of connection of teams working anywhere in the world is facilitated by high-definition images on LED displays. Clear and crisp images keep on keeping one's attention alive during virtual meetings.

Interactive presentation: This LED display has dynamic, interactive presentation abilities. It easily browses through slides, annotates the document, and display live data in real-time; thus, a meeting becomes more lively and engaging. It was very helpful during brainstorming sessions, while discussing projects or presenting to clients.

Data Visualization: Using LED screens to display complicated data in readably digestible form is perfect. And whether it is about monetary charts, marketing figures, or any other project timeline, businesses can work on different kinds of data through LED displays and present it in a fashion that is easy for stakeholders to understand and act on.

Corporate branding: The LED displays will also work effectively as a visual element for the corporate branding. Showing the logo of a company, the mission statement or the current or in-process projects in the conference rooms or lobbies can make the atmosphere formal and high-tech.

LED display installed in conference rooms can offer the clients of an organization more effective communication, support better decision-making, and an interactive productive work environment.

Conclusion

As LED displays move ahead with the advancement of technology, they've catapulted themselves speedily into nearly every walk of life-govt., educational institutions and airports to hospitals and conference rooms-with unparalleled definition, energy efficiency and many more benefits, making this a 'must-have' tool in today's settings.

In school, LEDs increase interest in learning to make the lesson more interesting and interactive for any pupil. In airports, they streamline airport activities and ensure that passengers are communicated with more effectively. In hospitals, they enhance patient care through real-time communication and medical imaging that enables them to take appropriate decisions instantly. In conference rooms, it elevates presentations and develops collaboration between colleagues.

LED screens are more than just screens-they have gradually become a pervasive element of modern communication, engagement, and efficiency, especially because companies continue to adhere to digital solutions in their operations.

[muenled]

What LED displays are used in airports?

Introduction In this article, we explore how LED screens can change the airport experience, making navigation easier and travel more enjoyable. Airports are bustling gateways to adventure and are embracing technology to make your travels smoother. LED screens are a powerful innovation that is changing the game. These vibrant displays are shaping the way airports share information and guide…

[nec-india]

Displaying instructions and guidelines on indoor LED display for airports helps regulate passenger flow, maintain order, and prevent overcrowding. This improves safety by reducing the risk of accidents or incidents due to excessive congestion.

[f0ofishies]

Don't look back

Being apart of the itoshi family, others might seem you've got lucky being blessed by two superstars of footballers. Now you're not as good as them, but you did used to have the same passion as them. You remembered when you were little— straining your ankle crying like a baby. You remembered vividly on how Sae's arms held you up as Rin was already running up to your parents. "Mama..! she's hurt..!"

"Rin, that hurts..!" Your little whined echoed through out your own bedroom. He was tending to your foot, with some cream to soothe your injured ankle. "But its supposed to be—" Sae couldn't help but sigh, "Let me do it." His voice caught the both of you off guard. "I thought you had school?" Your voice interrupting the silence.

"I skipped." Both you and Rin had widened eyes. "No fair!" Rin taunted as you agreed with him. "Yeah, no fair..!" It wasn't until you both stopped complaining that Sae had bribed you both to play on his Nintendo DS. So the whole day, the three of you were just sucked into the game— both claiming it'll help with the recovery of a sprained ankle... it really wasn't.

Now that was a distant memory, another one you also remembered was when you were waiting for your family in the airport. Before Sae could even board the plane to go to spain— you've unexpectedly ran towards him.. puffed up cheeks, tears streaming down. You crashed into his chest as you sobbed. "Don't leave—!"

A plea came out of your mouth as Sae couldn't help but hug you as tightly as you did to him. Even Rin joined in on the hug, his arms wrapped around the both of you. "I'll come back.." You whined once more, burying your face into his shirt soaking the fabric. "You gotta promise—" You remembered the silly little pinky promise he did to you before he left.

Watching Sae come home from Spain— broke your heart. "Sae..?" You called out to him, he looked cold and that scared the teenager you. "What do you want?" You froze in your place, "Rin is still out late.. can you fetch him?" Your voice low as you watched your oldest brother leave. And that was when Rin came back home, but Sae didn't. "Rin where's—" "I don't want to talk, sis."

It was even worse when Rin got accepted to bluelock. You huffed going out to see Rin practicing near your house, "Rin..! You haven't eaten!" You watched as he ignored your pleas— he was kicking the many footballs aligned to the goals.

"It's getting late, come back inside, please!" One thing led to another, and that was when Rin kicked the ball to your direction as you narrowly dodged it. "What the hell, Rin—"

"Shut up! I don't need your concerns. And I dont need a little sister."

That statement broke you, you've just locked yourself in your own bedroom. Both parents didn't know how to handle the both of you, so when Rin left— their little ray of sunshine daughter was gone. Highschool started, you couldn't balance them at all. Grades failing faster than you could even count the number of days that passed.

You've had it— you couldn't care less what happened to your brothers. The news displaying their names, your parents joyous for their sons while you shut off the news rolling your own eyes. You were going to change, and that was when you saw a college worth going, it even had its own foundation. And now we're back at the present, of where your true life started.

You've fallen in love, made friends, got broken up with, and even moved to another country far from Japan without the support of your own brothers. Rin and Sae weren't on your mind anymore, nor did you even care on checking up on them. It wasn't until someone had said two young men were looking for her.

Opening the dormitory door to see both Rin and Sae, covered in their big puffy jackets. You froze, looking up at them. Before one of them could speak, "Don't." They both were here— why? Did your parents tell them? You wanted to slam the door in front of their faces. "We were worried... how come you didn't ask us to go to your high school graduation?"

You scoffed, "I never had one—" They both froze now, but Rin came forward. "How?" You bit your lip, "I went into foundation before I could graduate, but of course, how could you know? Football was more important." Sae sighed. "You know that's not—" "But it is the truth..! Or are you blind?" Your words echoed in the hallways. Both Itoshi brothers froze at the harsh words.

"You know Blue lock changed my career.." Rin whispered, approaching you, you backed away. "Yeah, and completely wrecked our connection as siblings." Sae interrupted, "And I was busy with the—" "Don't even talk, you have no right.. when you left out of nowhere!" Your voice echoed, it mightve made people heard the commotion going in the dormitory.

"What I want both of you is to leave and never come back because I'm not your little sister anymore." They both looked shocked— how could you say that to them? "But you are our.." You had to push Sae away from you, it was clear they didn't thought things through. They just wanted to see you, their little sister on where she's been.. even going as far to approach her.

"No, she died when you both left and never looked back. Now leave."

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Jotaro Kujo — Never Had

you were the best i never had, the only chance i wish i had to take

an: ugh the oscar isaac brainrot is brainrotting

God, how long has it been since he last saw you?

It must've been decades now.

So many questions ran in his mind, a cascade of curiosity and longing. How have you been? Have you been well? Were you married? Kids? Have the years been kind to you? Has life granted you the serenity you deserve?

But when you approached him with that sweet smile of yours, the sparkle in your eyes mirroring the laughter of youth long past, a small shy smile as if you thought he doesn't remember you...

What a funny thought. As if he'd ever forget you.

As if he could ever erase the indelible mark you left upon his mind, his heart...

50 days.

He spent less than fifty days with you, yet that was all it took for his heart to become a canvas painted with the indelible strokes of your presence, of your memory.

"I'm glad to finally see you awake," You spoke, giving him a small relieved smile.

All it took was the sound of your voice, the sight of your smile, and suddenly, he was seventeen again.

The heat of the desert, the ache in his muscles, Polnareff's jests, Kakyoin's antics, Avdol's nagging, Joseph's pranks—each moment etched in his mind like a cherished painting.

The dingy hotel room, sitting next to Kakyoin as he admitted his feelings to the teen who highly encouraged him.

But he was a kid back then. A kid burdened by the weight of his thoughts and unable to fathom the complexities of love.

It just wasn't the right time.

Suddenly, he's in the airport in Cairo, watching you walk away, to return to your home country. His heart heavy with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, he watched you vanish into the crowd, carrying his unspoken feelings with you, forever sealed within the chambers of his heart.

A love that never found its voice.

And now, God... he would've loved to stay. Loved to catch up, especially in light of the absence of a ring adorning your finger.

But he had much more important matters.

"I'm sorry, I need to go," Was his response, laden with a sense of urgency, and he watched the way your brows furrow even more in concern.

"What's the rush?" You ask, laced with genuine worry and a subtle plea for him to stay. He doesn't blame you, he'd been out of it for a while.

"I need to—" A momentary pause hung in the air,  his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of conflict dancing in his ocean-blue eyes; he felt like he was betraying you as he spoke, "I need to get to my daughter."

It's not the right time.

That thought flashed in his mind again, swiftly followed by another.

Will it ever be the right time?

He caught the subtle widening of your eyes, a flicker of surprise on your gaze at his words. Your lips hesitated, parting, on the verge of responding, only to retreat into a thoughtful silence moments later. The weight of your unspoken thoughts hung in the air, a pregnant pause that lingered for a beat before you finally broke the silence with your response.

"Is she in trouble?" Your voice carried a note of concern, your brows knitting together in a display of genuine worry. He always thought you were far too nice for your own good—too caring, too helpful, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

But then again, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad—can't fault you for it, as it was that quality of yours that led you to him, that led him to love you.

"No," He replied instinctively, the words slipping out before he could reel them back in, knowing that you would undoubtedly offer to lend a hand if he were to tell you the truth, and he can't.

He couldn't risk putting you in harm's way again. Couldn't bear the thought of dragging you into danger once more because of his cursed bloodline.

"Jotaro-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before you can finish your sentence.

"No." He spoke once more, his voice firm this time. Shaking his head still. "I can handle it."

Another pregnant pause stretched out between the two of you, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Your eyes brimmed with concern and worry, while he was certain that his own gaze betrayed a whirlwind of unspoken affection resurfacing to the forefront of his mind as he found himself reunited with you.

"I.. need to go." Jotaro decided to break the silence, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you would've missed the way his voice sounded breathy. Yet, you choose not to mention it.

"...Alright," You sigh defeatedly, "Don't let me keep you."

You try your best to give him a small smile, one of reassurance. In response, he simply nodded, a familiar gesture reminiscent of your teenage years when he would try to look cool in front of you—not that he'll ever tell you that.

"I'll come back." Jotaro found his lips moving when it should be his feet starting to walk away from here. "I'll come back here, for you."

Jotaro found himself teetering on the edge of a decision, a fleeting impulse urging him to lean in, to reach out and cup your face in his hand, to bridge the distance between you and savor the warmth of your lips against his own, yet, he held himself back.

It's not the right time.

"Okay.. I'll wait for you."

But maybe, just maybe... after he finally gets rid of the lingering thorn of his cursed bloodline, after he ensures the safety of his daughter, after he finishes the fight with this priest...

Maybe it'll finally be the right time.

[itsgivingmami]

Unyielding- Rhea Ripley

After a shocking phone call turns Rheas world upside down, she rushes to the hospital to find her roommate—her closest confidant and secret crush—recovering from a car accident. As emotions run high, the tension between them shifts, forcing Rhea to confront the truth: some bonds are too unyielding to ignore.

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As Rhea Ripley stood in the bustling airport terminal, her phone rang, its tone cutting through the ambient noise. Glancing at the screen, she saw an unfamiliar number displayed. She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to pick it up—maybe residual anxiety or sleep deprivation. The fact that she’d texted you almost two hours ago and heard nothing back gnawed at her.

“Hello, is this Rhea Ripley?” a calm voice inquired.

“Yes, this is she,” Rhea replied, her voice tinged with apprehension.

“Ms. Ripley, this is Nurse Thompson from L.A. General Hospital. Your roommate has been admitted following a car accident.”

Rhea’s breath caught, her world narrowing to the words coming through the phone. “Uh, okay, fuck, I… I’m about to board a flight home.”

“I understand this is overwhelming,” Nurse Thompson said gently. “She’s conscious and talking with her doctor.”

“Thank you,” Rhea managed to say before ending the call, her hands trembling. Could’ve led with that, she thought, frustration mingling with relief.

She stood motionless for a moment, the weight of the news pressing down on her. The announcement for her flight echoed in the background, but her focus had shifted entirely. She handed the gate agent her ticket and headed down the terminal, feet feeling heavier than any weight she’d lifted. She sat in her seat with her hood up, trying to steady her racing thoughts.

~

“Miss,” the nurse assigned to you for the past few hours peeked around the curtain, her overwhelming positivity evident. You offered her a tired smile in return.

“I’ve been gone for three days,” Rhea groaned, her eyes scanning your body for injuries. Her hands clenched and unclenched, torn between wanting to hold you and fearing she might cause you pain. “I thought you might set our place on fire, but crashing your car and a concussion…”

“Someone t-boned my car; I didn’t crash it,” you defended yourself, though it seemed she didn’t hear you. “Hey, I’m okay,” you tried again.

“No, you’re clearly not,” she retorted, her eyes burning as they met yours. You swallowed thickly. “You’re sitting in a hospital bed with a head injury.”

“It’s minor; it won’t mess with your schedule,” you said, hoping to ease her concern.

Rhea’s eyes narrowed, her frustration evident. “Won’t mess with…?” She sighed angrily, gripping the metal rail on the side of your bed as she leaned down, closing her eyes. “That isn’t my concern.”

Her scoff confused you as you tried to understand why your roommate was so upset.

“No, I guess I shouldn’t assume you’d take care of m—” you began, but she pushed off the rail, rubbing her hands over her face as she laughed quietly.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Rhea hissed, pacing within the confined space of the room.

The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of concern, frustration, and unspoken emotions hanging in the air.

Rhea’s pacing halted abruptly, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?”

You opened your mouth to respond, your voice soft. “I mean, I’m fine, so it’s oka—”

“No,” she interrupted, her tone firm and edged with frustration. “It’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking about you being hurt.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of her words settling over you both. You reached out, your fingers brushing against her hand, offering a silent apology and seeking reassurance.

Rhea’s gaze softened at your touch, her fingers intertwining with yours. “I just… I can’t bear the thought of losing you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You squeezed her hand gently, your eyes meeting hers with a promise. “I’m not going anywhere,” you assured her.

Rhea’s eyes, previously stormy with concern, now softened as she gazed at you. The tension in her shoulders eased, and she took a tentative step closer, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The warmth of her touch sent a comforting shiver down your spine, grounding you in the reality of the moment.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

She shook her head slowly, a small, tender smile playing on her lips. “Just promise me you’ll be more careful,” she murmured, her breath mingling with yours as she leaned in, the proximity creating a charged intimacy between you.

“I promise,” you replied, your words a mere breath against her lips.

The space between you seemed to disappear as Rhea closed the distance, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both gentle and profound. The world outside the hospital room faded away, leaving only the sensation of her warmth enveloping you. Her lips were soft, moving with a tenderness that spoke of unspoken promises and deep affection.

As the kiss deepened, her hand cupped your cheek, her thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin. The connection between you was palpable, a silent communication of love and reassurance that words could never fully convey.

When you finally parted, both breathless and hearts racing, Rhea rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed as if savoring the closeness. “I love you,” she whispered, the words a sacred vow between you.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice filled with unwavering certainty.

I don’t know what this is I was high and inspired and then came back to it…🤷🏻‍♀️😂

[hoshigray]

Hiya tojis darling ;)

I wonder if you can do this request but if not. Completely fine

wedding night with sexually frustrated toji. Reader is virgin.

Hello, krystal~ :D Been a while since you last requested, hope you're everything on your end is going okay! Lol, yes, I am indeed Toji's darling, currently watching TV with him as we speak~ Omg, I love this idea sm, hope I did justice with this one! Tysm for the request, nice to see you again~☆

Also, if you're reading this, know I'm currently away from this app for the week as I'm out on a trip with my close buds!! I'll still be writing when I get the time, so feel free to drop by my inbox as it'll still be open :3 Also also, I recently got to 1.8k followers!?!?? Sending hearts to y'all :D maybe we'll celebrate at 2k? I'll think about it while I'm gone...Anywho, plz enjoy this~

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - soft one minute, then immediate smut, my bad haha - kissing/makeout session in a car; PDA (ig??) - Daddy kink - sex in a hotel room - oral (f! receiving) - missionary position - overstimulation - praise - biting (Toji nibble on your ear)- pet names (baby, darlin', cutie, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking, sucking, and rubbing) - Toji being a good hubby for your first time, but still a menace - mentions of handjobs, blowjobs, and drool. Wc: 2.7k

"So? You feeling excited~?"

"Umm, I guess so? More like a bit scared..."

"Hehe, I get that. Shit, I'd be nervous, too, starting my honeymoon off with that hunk of a man...Oop! Speaking of, here he comes now..."

You watch your best friend, Utahime, poke to the side with their chin, and you turn to see the direction they pointed to. Tonight was the night of your wedding; the boisterous atmosphere by your guests was still alive and well but will soon wane by the second as the moment you've been anxious about has finally come. You're about to walk out of the venue to the SUV, waiting for you to head to the airport. But before you could do that, someone else had to accompany you. Your groom, the man you married today, walked towards you.

The day you'd see yourself get married to Toji Fushiguro was a day you couldn't foresee. Even after a long while being in a committed relationship with the older man, it's still hard to believe that he proposed to you on your birthday a year and a half ago. Five years of loving and being patient together all led to this moment, and it still baffles you that you are no longer a girlfriend — but a wife. And he, your husband.

Now that the party is coming to a close and pictures are almost finished taken, Toji approaches you outside his wedding attire. Finished changing out of his wedding tux, now substituted with a black turtleneck and dark jeans, a silver chain decorating around his neck. He surveys your changed appearance, your stunning white dress replaced with a comfortable yet elegant jumpsuit that compliments your beautiful skin and figure. He gives you a grin, and your heart swoons. "Lookin' gorgeous, baby."

Your cheeks grow warm, averting your eyes somewhere away from your handsome spouse. "Thank you...you too."

"Awww, look at you being all shy!" Utahime pokes fun at you, snickering to themself when she sees you glare at them. "You better be good to this one, Toji. They just might faint if you look their way~."

The man chuckles at the comment. "Maybe that's what I'm hopin' for, now that I got 'em all to myself." He then moves closer to pull you by the shoulder, your body rigid being towed to his chest, and you just know your friend has a stupid look of glee from the display of affection. "Ready?"

You incline to face him and give a meek nod. He kisses your cheek with a smirk, and Utahime squeals before heading to the front door in front of you. Busting it open to showcase the crowd awaiting your arrival, you two walk down in unison as the guests cheer for the newly wedded couple.

As you make it down the aisle, you look around and share smiles with the familiar faces that came and had fun at your wedding until the blazing sun was replaced with the happy moon. Friends and family clapping their hands to you and your husband, wishing and shouting praises and good luck for the two of you. You saw Mei Mei blowing kisses your way, Gojo lifting his shades to wink at you, and your college buddies chanting your name with your relatives.

On the other side, you could make out Shiu Kong in the far back, taking out the cigarette between his lips and waving goodbye to you and his friend. Geto stands at the front, smiling while his two daughters yell, "Congratulations!!" as you descend. And at the end stands Nanami with a small smile, and beside him are Toji's children. Tsumiki, your pretty flower girl, comes to give you a hug. Megumi, the once stoic ring bearer, followed his sister to do the same.

You return the embrace to the kids, telling them to promise to be good until you return and proceed to walk into the backseat of the car. Toji closes your door and walks to the other side to take his seat, and a roar of applause and cheers erupts when the vehicle drives out of the scene. A tremendous wave of tranquility washes over you now that you're away from the gathering; the wedding is officially over.

However, after you release a long sigh and rest your eyes with shut eyelids, you hear the sound of a seatbelt unbuckling and something — or someone — moving closer to you. And a pair of lips on your neck has you snap your eyes back open.

"T-Toji!" You yell at him in a hushed tone, taking note of the driver in front of your seat. "Not here, wait til we're at—"

"I know, sweetie, I know," he says but resumes arranging your neck and clavicle with kisses. "You just look so fuckin' beautiful; can't a guy have a small piece of his wife before then?" As if you could give him a proper answer before he brings his lips onto yours, your moans taken by him while he sucks and nibbles on your bottom lip.

You grab his turtleneck as you try to suppress the whimpers from airing out, not wanting the driver to hear what's happening in his car (although he's secretly listening to his own music with his earphones). But when Toji's hand snakes down to your butt and gives it a squeeze, you squeak. "Toji!" you whisper shout at him again, and all you're given is a snicker from the sly bastard you're stuck with.

"Shhhhh, lemme have you fr' just a second." Your tiny glare fuels his hunger more, taking your lips once more. And he toys with you throughout the ride to the airport. Such a liar!! You cursed, but this moment was bound to happen.

Despite spending many years together, how you've managed to still be a virgin is still a mystery even to you. You never thought so much about letting your virginity go, so you treated it as something sacred that you only wished to give to the right person. However, when the right person came through, you realized you still weren't ready to let it go. Bless your lucky stars, though, that your [former] boyfriend opted to wait for you, even when you said that it would probably happen when you two get married. You thanked the heavens for having such a patient man, as it showed how much he loved and treasured you.

...But having such a patient, attractive, and brawny man in your life for so long was not an easy task on your part. There have been moments when you'd fantasize about the fateful day Toji would deflower you, so much so there were nights your fantasies took the best of you, and your fingers slithered down the hem of your panties. Or the days when your eyes would linger on his strong, muscular body for too long before your face would feel as hot as the sun, and you'd want to melt on the spot when Toji catches you glancing, a giant smirk plastered on his face. Or times when he'd be too horny, and you'd offer to help him with his erections. Your blowjobs and handjobs would do more bad than good for both of you. Because Toji's desire for you increased day by day.

So ever since you walked down that aisle, you knew your eventual doom was coming to get you. Even when you two fly on your honeymoon, you sense his patience dwindle by the hours. And once you make it to the enchanting luxury suite, he finally snaps. Hoisting you up bridal style and storming right to the bed, clothes discarded to the floor, and lights dimmed to a softer glow.

"Ahhhnn!! Ahhaaa!! Tojiii!! It's too much!! Too mu—Mmnaaah!" He's now between your thighs, your legs propped up by his strong hands and cunt coated with your wetness out for him to see. Your cries are ignored by the obdurate older man, who flicks your clit with his tongue.

"I know, , but gotta have you right fr' me." He coos, chaste kisses set on your inner thighs. "Don't wan' break my baby on their first night." His words meant out for comfort, yet contrasted with the raunchy, lewd noises he was making on your slit. Licking and sucking on your moist folds, teeth grazing your sensitive vulva while his tongue satiates his thirst with your slick. His nose bumping into your clitoris in the midst of it all has you gripping the shits beneath you.

Tears prickle the ends of your shut eyes, your face hot like the air in the room, and your body sweaty and shivering from being in this position for about fifteen minutes. Toji said that the best thing for you was to have him tease and get your body ready. Nevertheless, had you known that you'd have the man eating you out nonstop like this, you would've prepped yourself better! It's so bad that your head pounds, his wet muscle attacking your chasm precisely to the point of your mind being stuck in a haze. No wonder you're constantly jolting, and your legs won't stop shaking — you've come three times already!!

"Hey, mama," you hear him call you, but you can't format a functional sentence now. You respond with gibberish you hope he can make sense of. "Say my name, and I'll let ya cum."

"T...Toji—Eeeyaahh!" He sucks on your clit with vigor; you could've sworn you almost choked on a gasp.

"Aht aht, the other one." Emerald eyes examine your direction.

You bite your lip at the patronizing tone of his voice. You know what he's referring to; it's just too embarrassing to say. For the sake of putting an end to this pleasurable hell and getting what you really want, however, your tongue burns at what you say next.

"Mmmm, please, Daddy...Please, let me cum. I want it!" You whine with hooded eyes looking down at him, and his devilish grin almost makes you melt. Without saying another word, his mouth returns to your leaky cunt. But this time, he brings a. hand down south, and his fingers rub rough circles on your delicate bud, the two sensations shocking your body into an experience you've never experienced before.

It's only a matter of seconds that you come right then and there, your body jerking and legs quivering in sync with your walls clamping onto nothing. And your cries don't stop there, more wails fill the room as Toji drinks your creamy substance for the fourth time that night. His tongue protruded into your spongey core and roughly licked on its tender nerves.

You appreciate the moment he lets you rest for a few seconds after removing his mouth from you, your shivering body slowly calming down to a stable state. You feel so sticky and dirty with the mess between your legs, coated with come and spit. So vulgar to even think about it that your ears ring.

Toji licks his lips of your wetness, "Did s' good fr' me, mama. Such a good girl fr' Daddy." He then stations your legs around his waist, and you peer down to watch him align his erect cock to your entrance. "Ready, cutie? Gonna need ya' to take some deep breaths fr' me, okay?" You nod and follow his instructions. The head of his cock pushes to you with every exhale, and your eyes automatically sew shut when his girth bullying your entrance brings in pain. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into tan skin as you fight the discomfort.

But it all slowly vanishes once the tip slides in, a sharp cry escaping you. More whimpers and choked sobs fly out when he gradually pushes his length into you, tears striking down as his girth stretches your insides.

"Mmmm, holy fuckin' shit," he curses under his breath. "You're so tight, baby." You can only hum as a reply before his hips start moving at a slow cadence. The feeling of his dick between your walls is hard to comprehend. It's finally happened; you're no longer a virgin. So full of him inside you, unable to put into words the feeling you're experiencing right now.

It takes every part of his being for Toji to keep his ruts to a slow pace. He knows this is a big moment for you — it's necessary that you don't get too overwhelmed by him, or else something could go completely wrong. And he wouldn't want that for you. Despite that, a part of him really wants to relish your body. Five years of waiting for you to be ready for him. Five years of fighting the urge to pin you down and have you to himself. Five years of desire all crumble down for this exact moment. Now, when he finally has you for himself and no one else, the patience that was once there converts into that of pure lust.

His hips increase speed, and your hands cling onto him for dear life. The walls of your chasm clamp into him even harder, and your legs wrap around him, Toji groaning at your grip on him. He snickers through gritted teeth, "Jesus Christ, mama, y'r tryin' to snap my dick off? I'm not goin' nowhere." He coos while wiping tears from your eyes.

You open your mouth to say something, but all that leaves your mouth is a scream when he slams his pelvis into your cunt. The action has you arch your back toward him, his length brushing up on the sweet spots that you never considered were there. More mewls bounce off the walls of the suite as his thrusts recur with a vigorous rhythm.

"Daddy, I'm, Oh Jesus—Aiishhhh!!" You hiss out for him, eyes rolling back when he grinds his pelvis on your messy vulva. Squelching noises burn your ears. "I'm gonna cum, Daddy, I wanna cum!"

"Hnngh!! Yeah, sweetie, think y'r gonna cum?" He draws down closer for his lips to be dangerously close to your ear. Your slit clutching hard on his dick. "Wanna cum on Daddy's dick like a good girl?"

"Yes, yessss! Please, I want it!!" You wail out, no regard to how loud your voice is right now. All you want is your orgasm.

Toji's chuckle is too close to your eardrums. You squirm under him, and he playfully bites the lobe of your ears. "Go 'head, darlin'. Make a real mess on me, ya hear?" He kisses you lovingly while his hips snap at you at an erratic tempo, prompting uncontrollable moans to enter the air against your will. With every rut is an abrasive hit to the tender spots within you, and your clit doesn't go unnoticed when he brings his hand back down to play with it, grinding on the pearl rough with his calloused forefinger. And it's thanks to this that your fifth release comes to you in mere seconds.

Your husband tries to rut out more deep thrusts into you and plunge into you a while longer. But it's to no avail when your cunt flutters on his cock deliciously, forcing him to succumb to an orgasm of his own. Moans are exchanged between your mouths, and your bodies experience the aftershocks together.

And when the two of you enter a halcyon state with the quiet room, Toji frees your lips off his and wipes your pretty face off of tears and drool. "So," he kisses your cheeks. "How ya feelin'? Like a new person?"

"...I don't think I can feel my vagina anymore." You say aimlessly, happy to know your drained self has the older man laughing.

"Sorry 'bout that, mama." He brings his lips to your forehead. "Be lucky I'm tired from that wedding and flight. Otherwise, I'd be fuckin' the shit out of you all night." He snickers at your helpless expression, shaking your head at such a fantasy. There's all the time in your honeymoon for that.

You use whatever strength you have left to bring your hands to his face to cup. "Thank you for sparing me, my lovely husband."

Toji hums with a smile, the scar on the right of his lip lifted. And he kisses you until fatigue takes over you both, sleep being the only thing that shuts you from the outside world. The warmth of your embrace and the connection of your bodies are proof of the start of your newlywedded life.

[dedeinthewild]

hey! i was wondering if you could write a paul aron x reader fic with prompt 43 (“as much as i appreciate this random back hug, would you mind telling me who you are?”), where paul hasnt seen the reader (his former not so former crush) in a year or so, use to be good friends in the prema days. and at some point he finally tells her how he feels??🩵📆

I'm so sorry it took this long but your request was among the ones that had deleted themselves, so I had to so some weird trick to retrieve it... however, I hope you'll like it as much as I do! x

paul aron x reader, friends to lovers

~ "Deal. But fair warning—I’m taking you down with me."

summary : Stranded in London after a flight cancellation, the last thing she expected was to run into him—Paul, the boy she hadn’t seen in years but never quite forgot. A freezing night, an ice rink, and a city wrapped in snow bring back everything they left unsaid. Maybe fate has a sense of humor after all.

London turned magical when winter arrived, brazen and unapologetic, wrapping itself around the city. The streets lit up with festive displays, drawing the wide-eyed wonder of children enchanted by the season—or of those who never tired of its charm. Crowds swarmed airports, and navigating the bustling sidewalks became a challenge, with cameras and impassive Londoners clutching their coffees as obstacles.

But not everyone was there by choice. For some, like her, it was just a layover gone wrong. A flight cancellation, caused by a faulty landing gear, had left her stranded and forced to reach out to an old friend for a favor.

As if fate were in on the joke, an air hostess in her polished uniform, with long legs and neatly tied hair, had informed her with the sweetest smile that she wouldn’t make it home before Christmas Eve. Glancing down at the woman’s name tag, she’d noticed the irony: Noel.

It was almost laughable.

Surrounded by businessmen clutching their sleek black cases and children glued to the terminal windows, mimicking the roar of jet engines, she stood out like a black sheep in her oversized hoodie and headphones. The headphones, at least, spared her from the din of festive well-wishes and the fiery Spanish woman loudly arguing with her sister over the phone.

“Haven’t got on the flight. Is my bed still free?” she quickly texted a friend she hadn’t seen in years, hoping to avoid the expense of a hotel room during one of the busiest times in London.

“Depends,” her friend replied, “are you cooking me dinner?”

She smiled.

Over a simple pasta dish and some catching up, the two had changed into warmer clothes and taken the Tube to a small, lesser-known spot her local friend insisted was perfect for a unique night out.

“I can’t ice skate,” she protested, eyeing the long line of eager skaters queuing up for the rink. She leaned against the wooden railing, skeptical.

Her friend adjusted the scarf around her neck with a grin, nudging her glasses into place. “Shut up for once. I’ll teach you.”

And yet, somehow, she wasn’t surprised when, minutes later, her friend left her on the ice to greet some acquaintances nearby. That left her clinging to the wooden edge of the rink, muttering curses under her breath as a speedy skater whizzed past, nearly sending her sprawling.

“Damn it,” she muttered, steadying herself.

It was cold, but that was expected for late December. The light dusting of snowflakes gently kissing the faces of joyful skaters made her feel a little less homesick.

“I’m back!” her friend announced, suddenly reappearing, her red hair falling into her green eyes. She grabbed her hands and led her across the rink, coaching her through the basics: small steps first, then gentle pushes to build momentum.

“Never again, never again,” she laughed, wobbling with every motion. “I should’ve been sleeping on a flight!”

Paul had been dragged to the rink by Iris and Patrick after a fancy dinner downtown. While they experimented with tricks on the ice, he skated back and forth, chatting with Oscar, Patrick’s brother. Relaxed and graceful on the ice, he carried himself with the same effortless elegance he brought to everything he did.

Mid-conversation, he heard a voice—a familiar accent that tugged at his memory. Turning instinctively, he leaned his hands on Oscar’s shoulders for balance and looked toward the sound.

And he saw her.

There, in the middle of the rink, she stood stiff but amused, clinging to another girl as though her life depended on it.

She was different from how he remembered her, but that was only natural. It had been over a year since he’d seen her anywhere other than the rare travel photo she posted online. Her hair was slightly longer, tied at the nape of her neck to keep it out of the way, and her oversized scarf nearly swallowed her face. Yet when she laughed, tilting her head back, the shape of her smile was unmistakable.

And her hands—still bare. She’d always hated wearing gloves.

“What are you looking at?” Oscar asked, folding his arms as he followed Paul’s gaze. The rink wasn’t overly crowded, just a few couples and clusters of friends enjoying the evening.

“I thought I saw someone I knew,” Paul replied, running a hand through his blond curls and pushing off to resume his circuit, feigning disinterest. But the sight of her had set his heart racing, stirring up memories he’d thought he’d buried.

They’d met back in his Formula Regional days when he was still in red. She had been a student, chasing the thrill of motorsport whenever her schedule allowed. Their first conversation had been awkward, her shyly trying to make small talk while he handed out signed cards, unaware of how many more conversations they’d share in the future.

He’d loved seeing her happy—laughing in the pit lane with her paddock pass, which he’d secured for her despite her protests. They would walk the garage-lined paths together during breaks, stealing moments to marvel at the cars.

But when he moved on from the junior series, their friendship dimmed, fading into the background of his increasingly demanding schedule. The calls stopped, then the texts. Life moved forward.

Still, her absence lingered in quiet moments—on a stool in the garage, or on a flight to another race, when he’d wonder how she might have reacted to his latest adventures.

It all came rushing back when, propelled by an overly enthusiastic push, he lost his balance. Grabbing onto the nearest person for support, he found himself wrapping his arms around someone in a jacket far too big for her petite frame.

“Uh, as much as I appreciate this random back hug,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “would you mind telling me who you are?”

He quickly let go, straightening up. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, the words caught in his throat as his breath clouded in the frosty air.

“Hi,” he managed, offering a tentative smile as she turned to face him, her hands clasped tightly for warmth.

“Paul?” She squinted, confused, her nose pink from the cold.

“It’s nice to see you,” he said softly, his gaze flicking to her familiar scarf and those ungloved hands.

“It’s been a while,” she replied, burying herself deeper into the scarf. He moved to stand beside her, leaning on the wooden barrier to avoid meeting her eyes. He knew she hated being stared at, especially by people she hadn’t seen in ages.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, peeking out from her cocoon.

“Skating—or trying to. You know me, can’t resist a little speed, even on ice. What about you? Shouldn’t you be halfway across the world or something?”

She laughed faintly. “About that... My flight got canceled, so here I am. Killing time.” Shoving her hands into her pockets, she added with a teasing smile, “Still racing around tracks and making everyone else look lazy?”

Paul chuckled, glancing at the softly falling snow. “And you? Still amazing everyone with whatever you’re up to these days?”

They fell into an easy rhythm, the awkwardness melting away as they caught up—half-joking, half-serious, the years falling away with every shared laugh.

After a while, she adjusted her scarf and pulled her hair loose before tying it back again. “So, we’re doing this, huh?”

“Doing what?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“Small talk. Like we haven’t known each other forever. Like I don’t already know you’re secretly terrible at ice skating.”

Her bluntness made him laugh, the sound warm and familiar.

Some things, he realized, never changed.

"Hey, I’m not terrible! Just... aggressively mediocre." The driver nodded, offering both his hands to her, his smile making his already pink lips even more vibrant. "Why are we pretending we don’t know each other? Feels... unnatural."

She hesitated for a moment before placing her hands in his. "I guess... it’s been so long. I wasn’t sure where to start."

He began guiding her across the ice, keeping her hands secure in his, steadying her when she faltered and trying not to laugh when her precarious balance threatened to take them both down.

"We don’t have to do this, you know," she said with a slightly embarrassed smile, her gaze fixed on his water-colored eyes that had always been so captivating. "The whole... catching-up-like-strangers thing."

"Then let’s skip the ‘what have you been up to’ stuff and go straight to embarrassing ice-skating falls," he replied with a grin, raising his eyebrows mischievously. Letting go of one of her hands, he reduced her support, raising the stakes.

"Deal. But fair warning—I’m taking you down with me," she quipped, amused, gripping the remaining hand tightly as she tried to stay steady on the ice.

"Oh, you wish. I’ve always been better on my feet than you."

The two of them had always claimed to be just friends, spending time together as friends would—wandering through Italy, sharing weeks of vacation together. But anyone at Prema could see there was something more. They didn’t quite function the same without each other, and it was no secret that Paul seemed to shine a little brighter when she was around.

Yet they denied it. Always. To Angelina, who was practically a second mother to them, to the mechanics who shared their days, to the other drivers and the rest of the team who often said it was only a matter of time before they acknowledged the feelings they so clearly had for one another.

Finding themselves here, in a cold and free London, skating on ice by sheer coincidence, seemed like a blessing from fate.

"Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been running so fast I’ve missed what’s right in front of me," Paul had said one day, seated in one of the chairs under Prema’s gazebo during the Formula 4 and Formula Regional weekend at Monza. It was a rare period when Paul wasn’t racing himself, simply enjoying the races as a fan despite his close ties to the team.

"What do you mean?" she asked, flipping through the papers she’d collected from other drivers, watching the lineup at the pitlane entrance just below their vantage point.

"It’s just... being here makes me think about the past. About what I’ve been chasing all these years. And... about the things I’ve let slip away," he said, his tone serious.

She looked at him, her grip tightening on the papers, memories flooding back to the moment they’d first met and how he’d turned one of her impossible dreams into reality.

"Like what?" she asked softly.

"Like us. Like you."

She smiled.

With her Christmas gift.

The gift—blond, funny, and unforgettably Paul—that fate had wrapped up and given her. And in that moment, her heart was so light that all her anxieties and fears vanished, leaving only her dreams behind.

I liked writing this a lot, but i don't love the way you can see I'm trying to change my way of describing and the clarity of syntax and construction...🍀

[latin5mamii]

Charly with an American gf during July fourth!!🦅🇺🇸

Traditions- Carlos Alcaraz

|WARNINGS:none!Just fluff

|AUTHOR'S NOTE:love our charlie boy!🇺🇸

|SUMMARY:Your boyfriend really likes the traditions of your country...

Your beloved boyfriend, was ready for a break after an intense season. The Fourth of July was the perfect opportunity, and you, had invited him to spend it in your hometown of Austin, Texas. He was eager to experience the holiday and explore the festivities with you.

You waited at the airport, holding a sign that read “Welcome, Charlie!” As soon as he saw you, Carlos’ face lit up, and he hurried over, pulling you into a tight hug.

“¡Hola, mi amor!” he exclaimed, spinning you around. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Welcome to America, Charlie! Ready for some Fourth of July fun?” you asked, grinning.

“Absolutely! Let’s go!” His eyes sparkled with excitement as he took your hand.

The first stop was a popular food truck park. Charlie looked around in awe at the variety of options.

“This is incredible,” he said, scanning the menus. “What should I try first?”

“Definitely the brisket tacos,” you suggested. “And maybe a sweet tea to wash it down.”

Charlie eagerly followed your lead, and soon the two of you were enjoying a delicious, messy meal on a picnic bench. He took a big bite of his taco and his eyes widened.

“This is amazing!” he exclaimed. “Why don’t we have this in Spain?”

After lunch, you took him to a nearby lake for some kayaking. Charlie was game for anything, his competitive spirit shining through as he paddled ahead, challenging you to keep up. You laughed as he playfully splashed you, and the two of you raced across the water, enjoying the warm Texas sun.

“¡Vamos, cariño! You can’t beat me!” he teased, laughing.

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Charlie!” you retorted, paddling harder.

In the afternoon, you headed to a friend’s rooftop party downtown. Charlie mingled effortlessly, charming everyone with his stories and enthusiasm. He even joined a game of cornhole, quickly picking up the rules and showing off his athletic skills. You couldn’t help but smile, watching him fit in so seamlessly.

“Eres increíble, mi vida,” you whispered as he sank another shot.

He grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Gracias, mi amor. But you’re the one who makes everything perfect.”

As the sun began to set, you led Charlie to a perfect spot to watch the city’s fireworks. You spread out a blanket on the grass, and he lay down beside you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Thank you for today,” he said softly, tracing patterns on your arm with his fingers. “I’ve had so much fun.”

“I’m glad,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “The night’s not over yet.”

The fireworks started with a loud boom, and Charlie’s eyes widened with wonder. The sky lit up with vibrant colors, and he turned to you, his face illuminated by the bursts of light.

“This is incredible,” he whispered.

You both lay there, watching the display in comfortable silence. When the finale came, Charlie sat up, pulling you close for a kiss as the sky exploded in a final blaze of color.

Later, back at your place, you sat on the porch with a couple of beers, talking about everything and nothing. Charlie leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and happy.

“I could get used to this,” he said, smiling at you. “Austin, the Fourth of July, and especially you.”

You laughed. “I’m glad you had a good time. We’ll have to make this a tradition.”

Charlie nodded. “Absolutely. Here’s to many more.”

As the night grew late, you both headed inside, tired but content. Snuggling up on the couch, Charlie wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

“Te quiero mucho, mi vida,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, Charlie,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his embrace.Today was incredible and you couldn't wait to visit Spain with him and know his traditions; in that moment, you wish to stay with him forever because he's the only person that can make your days absolutely perfect.

[beautifulfuckup99]

May you please write a Yoongi imagine, doesn’t matter what the premise is, I just want a fluffy husband Yoongi<3!!!🫶🏼

Sure Thing!

Title: I've Got It From Here

Rating: G

Warning(s): Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Yoongi's Accident, Talks of PTSD, Anxiety, and yes there will be FLUFF.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy! Keep the requests comin!

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He doesn't know what triggered it, really. Maybe it was sleeping on it wrong? Maybe it was the cold weather of Seattle, where he was touring currently? Maybe it was performing so hard every night?

No matter the real cause, this morning Yoongi woke with a stiff shoulder and a tightness in his chest like he usually got when experiencing this pain. It's like with the pain came the memories, came the flashbacks of the tire...

Yoongi shuts his eyes, wanting to push the image away. Days like this convinced him that he, indeed, was not over the past. But he had to be. For the fans, for the sake of the tour, and more importantly, for you.

You had finally gotten a free schedule to come visit your husband on tour and Yoongi would be damned if this trip was ruined by his damn shoulder. Damnit.

And so, with a deep breath, and slight wince, Yoongi got out of bed and proceeded to get ready to meet you at the airport.

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It's all a rush of cameras and screaming fans and the flash, God the flash. It was broad daylight, why the hell did they need the flash on?!

And then as quickly as it's all too much for him, it becomes background noise the second your arms wrap around him. And he bears the pain so he can hold you back as you laugh in pure delight at being back in your husband's arms.

"God, this feels good..." You laugh happily as you snuggle more into his chest, kissing his shoulder softly as usually, and Yoongi bites back a soft hiss.

"Tell me about it..." He sighs softly as he puts his face in your hair, breathing in your scent with a deep and full whiff. You'd never know how much he needed this. Needed you. He felt calmer already.

"Let's go! I've been looking forward to this for weeks!" You laugh as you hold his arm while bouncing towards baggage claim. Yoongi stiffens and shuts his eyes. You pause instantly. "Baby?" You ask in concern.

"I-I'm good." He says fast. "Didn't get enough sleep last night." He says. You'd been hard at work these past few months while he's been gone. This was your vacation. And he was not going to ruin that. He could take it. He could endure. The smile on your face would be worth it.

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As soon as you're settled in the hotel room, you're dragging Yoongi around the hotel and find a display of activity brochures. You gush over the different restaurants, museums, and live concerts they have this week. You playfully hold up a 'Folklore Concert in the Park' pamphlet. "Maybe you'll get inspiration for the next album..." You joke and he smiles a thin lipped smile.

"Maybe. Do a whole country folklore album. Hat, boots, and horse." He teases along and you giggle as you nudge him. He holds his arm when you're not looking and when you gasp, he straightens up.

"Festival! Winter Festival! Happening tonight. We can go, right? It's ok?" You ask hopefully as you look up at your husband with the same big eyes that always get him.

He looks you in the eyes. Getting lost in them was better than any coping mechanism. You were the best distraction and anxiety reducer. How could you not know how much those eyes meant to him? He finally hums. "I think we can stop by, look around..." He gives in softly.

"This is gonna be the best vacation ever!" You giggle and hug him tightly. He squeezes his eyes to stop the tears. "I love you!" You giggle and he lets out a soft sigh. "I love you..." He whispers.

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Later that evening, you're led into the Winter Festival that was taking place at some park by a river. Families, couples, and groups of friends of all ages are running around. Christmas lights adorned the trees, and the freshly laid snow on the ground looked like something out of a movie.

You're wearing a casual outfit with your sweater and one of Yoongi's leather jackets with fur inside of it on top. Layers were the most important thing in the winter, so you didn't mind the wool hat and scarf you were nuzzled in. Yoongi holds your hand to the best of his ability, but the cold weather and the heavy winter coat was not helping. And the scarf around his neck felt like a noose.

And, oh my god, was he breathing? When was his last breath? This coat was so damn heavy. He couldn't focus on what you were sayin-wait. You were speaking?

He finally blinks, trying to focus on you as you joke about the huge inflatable decorations. "They'd look good in front of our place. Of course, I think if we ever posted our house looking like this, Taehyung would be the first to mock us for it." You giggle as you enjoy the 'Winter Wonderland' aesthetic.

Yoongi hums and you eye him a bit. Something was wrong with your husband. You could feel it in your heart. He'd been quiet the whole day. Barely eating, barely laughing. He was deep in his own thoughts. Something that only happened when he was either thinking of a new song, or when his anxiety got really bad.

You grip his hand a bit firmer to try and ground him, but he barely reacts. You finally move in front of him and stop, causing him to bump into you. He curses at the suddenness, and you watch him in concern.

"Yoongi..." You try as you make him look at you. "I'm fine." He says fast. "You want... Decorations." He says to prove he's been paying attention, but his voice comes out in soft pants. His skin is pale, his lips are trembling, his eyes show the panic in his head.

"Baby. Stay here, I'm gonna get you something to drink." You say fast before you walk off, pulling out your phone to check the time and to see if you could text the driver to come around for you two.

You're busy on your phone and Yoongi watches you walk away but is thrown further into his panic when he sees a black car swerve around the corner to enter the parking lot. The same parking lot you were about to cross to get to the refreshments table.

Flashes of that day runs through his mind as he takes off after you. "Y/N!" He screams in horror. You stop in your tracks and turn fast to face him with wide eyes. He grabs your arm and yanks you out of the street as the car full of teenagers speeds past.

"What is the matter with you?! You didn't see that car?! It could have-" You cut Yoongi off as you try and get him to focus, but he continues his panicked rambles. "I won't lose you. I won't lose you." He repeats fast, over and over again as you grab his face hard.

"Baby!" You say finally and his bottom lip begins to quiver a bit as he looks at you. His walls, his prideful stubbornness, his 'don't worry about me' attitude... it all crumbles down right in front of your eyes. You stroke his cheeks gently. "What's wrong, baby?" You whisper as tears slowly slide down his puffy cheeks that are pink from the cold.

"It hurts." He finally admits and your heart breaks as the realization dawns on you.

"I've got you, baby..." You sigh and carefully pull in his 5-foot 9 frame like he's the smallest thing. "I've got you..." You sigh as you nod at security to lead you two away.

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"Ah... Ah... Ow!" Yoongi groans as you focus on putting some muscle relaxer cream on his shoulder and then wrapping it, so the lidocaine cream doesn't get anywhere else.

"Why didn't you tell me? You could've really made the pain worse..." You whisper as you carefully lay him back on a pile of pillows to hopefully help him rest.

"This was supposed to be your vacation..." He whispers and you sigh deeply. "If you weren't already hurt, I'd hurt you for being so dumb. This was our vacation. And it's not a good one if you're in pain. Marriage is a give and take game, Yoongi." You say.

"Yeah, 50/50..." He mutters and you roll your eyes. "No. Not 50/50. Sometimes it's 70/30. Sometimes it's 40/60. But the whole point of this arrangement is we take turns. You're always all in. Give me a chance to show I can be the 80 in this relationship and go down to 20." You say as you stroke his hair out of his face. He shuts his eyes at that.

"I don't want you getting tired of carrying me around..." He whispers and you stroke his soft skin before leaning in. "These shoulders can carry whatever your shoulders can't. Gladly. Any day of the week..." You whisper as you gently nudge your nose with his.

He looks into your eyes, his eyes teary. "You're not there anymore..." You whisper, knowing where his mind was. He closes his eyes, saying nothing, but nodding along.

You play with his hair a bit more and watch as he slowly starts to relax. "Rest, baby. I've got it from here..." You promise gently as he drifts off to sleep.

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Hope you liked it!

[jonaleddelhi]

Light Up Your World: The Revolutionary Potential of LED Displays for Conference Spaces, Hospitals, Banquet Halls, and Airports

Imagine visiting an elegant banquet hall adorned with elaborate décor and towering ceilings. The space is filled with people, and a prominent LED display at the far end draws attention to itself. It is a digital canvas that shows stunning videos, real-time event information, and high-resolution photos. It is more than just a screen. This is how communication, entertainment, and information sharing will be done in the future: elegantly, effectively, and spectacularly.

But why stop there? LED displays are no longer confined to entertainment. These dynamic screens have found homes in places where precision, clarity, and real-time information are crucial: hospitals, conference rooms, and airports. Whether it's directing a guest to their next flight, providing critical medical information, or enhancing a corporate presentation, the brilliance of LED displays transcends expectations and elevates any experience.

Let’s delve into how LED displays are revolutionizing these four different sectors.

The Banquet Hall: Turning Every Occasion into a Showpiece

Picture yourself in an opulent ballroom at a lavish wedding. Candlelight is reflected by golden accents, traditional marble carvings adorn the walls, and a massive LED display artfully presents the bride and groom's love story with breathtaking visuals.

More than just an aesthetic improvement, LED displays in banquet halls are a practical wonder that turns gatherings into spectacular events. But how exactly do LED screens amplify the banquet experience?

Problem: Dull, Static Event Decor

Traditionally, banquet halls have used static décor, such as floral arrangements, table centerpieces, and maybe a few projectors for presentations, to create the mood for events. However, static decor often falls short in delivering a truly immersive experience. Guests are left with the same stagnant visuals throughout the event, while content like videos, photos, or live speeches struggle to reach all corners of a grand, crowded room.

Agitation: Poor Visibility and Immersive Quality

One of the most frustrating aspects of traditional banquet settings is the lack of engaging, large-scale, real-time visuals. The main content is typically projected onto small screens that leave guests craning their necks to catch a glimpse of important moments. Additionally, lighting setups are usually dim, which makes the space feel disconnected and less dynamic.

Solution: LED Displays—The Crown Jewel of Modern Banquets

Now, imagine walking into that same banquet hall, only this time, the room glows with vibrant LED displays, strategically placed for optimal visibility from every seat. These displays project crystal-clear videos, photos, and event information, bringing the entire experience to life.

LED displays for banquet halls by Jona LED are well known for their exceptional clarity and brilliant brightness, even in poorly lit environments. Because of their modular design, they can be made to any size or shape, blending in perfectly with the banquet hall's design without drawing attention to themselves.

Moreover, interactive LED screens let event organizers create a dynamic environment where guests can enjoy live updates, immersive backdrops, and personalized video montages. The result is a breathtaking experience that not only looks stunning but also ensures every guest feels involved.

Hospitals: Where Clarity and Efficiency are Essential

Hospitals, places where critical decisions are made in mere seconds, require tools that can provide accurate, timely information at all times. LED screens have found an essential role in modern healthcare, offering unmatched clarity and versatility.

Problem: Information Overload and Delayed Communication

In hospitals, timely and efficient communication can mean the difference between life and death. Whiteboards, printed schedules, and paging systems have long been used by hospitals as information exchange tools. Nevertheless, these approaches frequently lead to confusion, missed messages, and information bottlenecks.  Additionally, static signage doesn't provide the flexibility to adapt quickly to changing situations, such as patient room shifts or medical alerts.

Agitation: Slow Response Times and Compromised Care

Imagine being a healthcare professional rushing to a critical patient's room, but due to outdated signage or inefficient communication methods, valuable seconds are lost in figuring out the right location or patient status.On the other hand, consider a family that is kept in the dark about updates regarding the surgery for hours due to an antiquated communication system.

Being able to deliver prompt, accurate, and up-to-date information can be crucial in such a high-stress situation.

Solution: LED Screens—A Beacon of Real-Time Information

LED displays are a very useful tool in hospitals for enhancing communication between staff members and patients as well as outside communication. These screens, which are installed in operating rooms, waiting rooms, hallways, and emergency rooms, show real-time information on patient conditions, operational status, physician availability, and emergency alerts.

LED screen for hospitals by Jona LED are very suitable because of their high visibility, dependability, and simplicity in updating with new data. For example, in a case study involving a major U.S. hospital, LED displays were used to update family members in real-time about patient statuses during surgeries. This drastically reduced anxiety for families, increased efficiency for hospital staff, and allowed for smoother operations.

In emergency settings, LED screens are vital for broadcasting critical alerts and directions to staff, ensuring that medical teams are informed instantly. In the age of telemedicine and complex health networks, the precision and versatility of LED displays become indispensable.

Conference Rooms: Elevating Business Communication

If there is one space that benefits from the precision and brilliance of LED displays, it's the modern conference room. Whether hosting small team meetings or global video conferences, today's businesses demand crystal-clear presentations and efficient communication tools.

Problem: Outdated Presentation Equipment

During meetings, information is shared using projectors, whiteboards, or small screens in traditional office setups. These tools frequently have issues, such as grainy pictures, tiny screens, dim lighting, and restricted interaction options, which makes it challenging to communicate complex information in an interesting way.

For instance, picture attempting to convey a comprehensive marketing plan to a global customer, only to be confronted with a pixelated image from the projector or a non-responsive screen.

Agitation: Lack of Concentration and Poor Communication

Poor presentation quality can lead to important delays, misunderstandings, and a loss of focus in the hectic world of business. A poor presentation could make a lasting bad impression on prospective partners, investors, or clients. Furthermore, dim or hazy screens make it difficult for teams to collaborate, causing them to repeat important details rather than take action and make decisions.

Solution: LED Screens—The Pinnacle of Professional Presentation

LED displays are revolutionizing the corporate world by transforming the conference room into a high-tech hub for collaboration, communication, and decision-making. With LED screens, presentations are no longer limited by screen size or resolution.

The ultra-high-definition quality of LED display for conference room by Jona LED ensures that every graph, chart, and slide is perfectly clear, even in large rooms. Additionally, many LED screens are interactive, allowing users to engage directly with the display—whether by annotating data points, zooming in on key figures, or adjusting visuals on the fly.

A case study from a major tech firm highlights how upgrading to LED screens improved meeting productivity by 30%. The ability to clearly display high-resolution data, conduct video conferences without lag, and collaborate in real-time empowered teams to make faster, more informed decisions.

The flexible nature of LED screens also makes them ideal for video conferencing. Their bright displays ensure that remote participants are visible to all attendees, while integrated sound systems ensure clear audio. This creates a seamless, immersive experience for all participants, regardless of their location.

Airports: Guiding Millions with Precision

An airport is a place where timing, direction, and real-time information are of utmost importance. LED displays have become an essential part of airport infrastructure, ensuring that passengers, staff, and visitors have the information they need when they need it most.

Problem: Outdated Flight Information Displays

Flight information displays are perhaps the most critical screens in an airport. Passengers rely on these displays to navigate the complexities of flight schedules, gate changes, and boarding times. In the past, airports used static boards or outdated digital systems that struggled with real-time updates and clear visibility in large, crowded terminals.

Agitation: Missed Flights and Confusion

Consider the frustration of missing a flight due to unclear signage or delayed updates on gate changes. Every minute counts when navigating an airport, and unclear or outdated information can cause passengers to miss crucial updates, leading to costly delays and inconveniences.

Solution: LED Displays—The Heartbeat of Modern Airports

LED Display for airports by Jona LED is not just for flight information; they are multifunctional tools that improve overall operational efficiency. From baggage claim updates to security checkpoint information, LED screens ensure that passengers and staff are always in the loop.

A notable case study at a major international airport showed how replacing older digital displays with LED technology led to a 40% reduction in passenger confusion and delays related to gate changes. These screens provided clearer, more legible updates, and their quick-refresh capabilities meant that gate changes and flight updates could be communicated in real-time with minimal lag.

In addition to flight information, LED displays are used for wayfinding, advertising, and even entertainment. Their vibrant colors and high brightness ensure visibility from long distances, even in brightly lit airport terminals. Passengers can now find their way more easily, reducing stress and improving the overall airport experience.

Moreover, airports use large LED walls for advertising, which generates substantial revenue. Advertisers are drawn to the superior visual quality and the fact that these screens can display dynamic, engaging content that grabs the attention of millions of travelers.

Conclusion: The Universal Power of LED Displays

From the grandeur of banquet halls to the fast-paced urgency of hospitals, from the corporate world’s conference rooms to the ever-busy airports, LED displays have become indispensable. They not only bring a level of sophistication and elegance but also provide real-time, highly visible, and efficient communication across industries.

Their adaptability, vibrant display quality, and reliability make them the ultimate solution for modern-day challenges in a wide variety of settings. Whether creating unforgettable moments at a wedding, facilitating life-saving communication in a hospital, enhancing business presentations, or guiding millions of passengers at an airport, LED displays are the cornerstone of today’s most innovative spaces.

Investing in LED technology is no longer just an option; it’s a necessity. The future is bright—literally—with LED displays leading the way in transforming how we experience information, communication, and visual engagement.

[muenled]

Explore Airport LED Display Benefits and Types

Airplanes have become more and more common. Travelling is smoother nowadays. There are airports in every major city in the world. But the environment at the airport can be chaotic. Everything should be happening at the perfect time. Nothing should be behind the schedule. Otherwise, flights can get delayed. Furthermore, airports have become bigger. There can be thousands of people at a time.…

[usafphantom2]

This is a picture of the CIA headquarters.

Can you find the A-12 in this picture? How long did it take you?

The A-12 is now the CIA‘s lawn ornament.

I personally do not think this was fair to Jim Goodall that they took the A-12 from Minnesota because there are three A-12s in Alabama all of them outside. The A-12 was made for the CIA so they have a legitimate claim but they didn’t need to take the one from Minnesota.

Can somebody find out how Alabama got three Blackbirds? No offense to Alabama I used to live in Montgomery briefly when I was a child.

This article was written in January 2007.

The Central Intelligence Agency is closing in on a high-value landscaping target: a 1960s spy plane called the A-12 Blackbird.

The CIA plans to mount the once-secret, 102-foot-long supersonic plane on a pole at its Langley, Va., headquarters in time for the agency's 60th anniversary in September. The jet chosen for the mission is a particularly well-preserved specimen that has been at the Minnesota Air Guard Museum, next to the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport, since 1991.

Even though a moving crew began the 10-day process of dismantling the spy plane this week, volunteers who painstakingly restored it at their own expense are continuing to oppose what they consider a hijacking. Their pleas for mercy, backed by the governor and entire Minnesota congressional delegation, have fallen on deaf ears.

"Possession is nine-tenths of the law, so until they drag it away with me screaming, we have a chance," said James Goodall, an aviation buff and retired Minnesota National Guardsman who salvaged the plane and led efforts to preserve it.

The A-12 Blackbird, retired in 1968, was the forerunner to the better-known SR-71 Blackbird. The stealthy A-12 is one of the fastest aircraft ever made, capable of flying at more than three times the speed of sound at the edge of space. The plane originated as part of a CIA program code-named "Oxcart." Of the 15 A-12s built by Lockheed Martin Corp.'s famed Skunk Works advanced projects unit, nine remain. One is on display at an Air Force base, and the others are at museums around the country.

Mr. Goodall and his supporters don't question the right of the Air Force, which controls these decommissioned warplanes, to reclaim an A-12 and lend it to the CIA as an oversize lawn ornament inside the agency compound. Instead, their two-month dogfight has been aimed at getting the Air Force to justify removing the Minnesota museum's crown jewel

🌟while three A-12s sit in Alabama, including one that has been neglected since suffering hurricane damage. 🌟 I think the A-12 was repaired. since 2007

Another is parked on the USS Intrepid aircraft carrier, a floating Manhattan museum that will be closed until late next year because of renovation work across the Hudson River.

The CIA, whose headquarters isn't open to the public, had no role in selecting which plane it would receive.

The Air Force says the Minnesota Air National Guard doesn't have a historical connection to the A-12, and though the Minnesotans have taken good care of their A-12, the volunteer-run museum doesn't meet the Air Force's current legal requirements for its museums. For one thing, it doesn't have a salaried director. After reviewing all nine A-12s, "The only one that didn't have a legitimate rationale for its location was Minnesota's," said Terry Aitken, senior curator at the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force.

That logic outrages Mr. Goodall, 61 years old, who spent 20 years in the Minnesota Air National Guard and his entire adult life smitten with the A-12. He says he became an "airplane nut" at age 5 when he saw a squadron of B-36 bombers flying over San Francisco Bay. He first glimpsed a Blackbird as an 18-year-old Air Force recruit at Edwards Air Force Base in California. It was March 10, 1964, and "it affected me forever," he says.

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[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men | @nerdisthenewcool

Chapter 23

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Law hadn’t left you alone since he returned from Wano.  His first order of business when exiting the airport into the mid-summer sun and entering the pick-up car roundabout was to scoop you into his arms and plant a smattering of kisses onto your giggling cheeks.  He couldn’t care less if passersby were staring at his display.  So what if you looked straight out of a rom-com.  He had had enough of, not only being away for a week, but also dealing with snide remarks from multiple colleagues about his incessant calling and texting exchanges with you.

“They’re just mad they’re not as in love as you are,” you had said over the phone, talking him out of a mildly panicked state as he thought about a reality where you left him for being too annoying.

Clearly, with the way you clung to his arm right back since Penguin picked him up from the airport with you in tow, he had absolutely nothing to worry about.

And now, as he drove you back to the fertility clinic for your implantation day, he couldn’t fight the smile on his face.  You were practically buzzing beside him.

“Can you believe it?  Six of the eggs grew into… what were they called again?” you asked.

“Blastocysts,” he claimed.  “The cells that multiply enough times to officially become an embryo.”

You snapped your fingers.  “That’s it.  Six little blastocysts…”  Your voice had a dreamy lilt to it.  “I already talked with Dr. Robin a few days ago, I’m going to have two implanted and the rest will be frozen.  That way if neither of them grow, the rest can be used for another try… if we even decide to do that.”  Your voice grew saddened at the prospect.

Your sudden shift in demeanor made Law reach his hand over and pat your thigh.  “Hey, chin up.  This is going to work.  It has to.”

You took a deep breath, passing him a smile that he caught out of the corner of his eye.  “You’re right.”

“Is there a reason you picked two instead of one?” he asked, his eyes flickering between the road and his rearview mirror.  He clicked his tongue disapprovingly as the car riding his tailgate finally entered the left lane and sped around him.

“I picked two so the chances are higher that one of them implants.  Robin said it’s likely that only one of them will take, and the other will be expelled with some simple spotting like nothing.”  You anxiously tapped your fingers on your thigh.  “I just really… really hope this works, Law…”

Law flicked his right blinker on to turn into the parking lot.  “It will.  I’m sure of it.  And you know me, I’m not sure about a lot.”

You chuckled.  “Yes you are.  You’re sure about everything in your life.”

He put his car into park, twisting the key in the ignition to turn off his car.  He finally took the opportunity to lean over his center console and press a tender kiss to your lips.  “I am.  This is going to work.  Four little eggs in a freezer, and hopefully one little baby for us.”

Your heart swelled at the thought.  A rush of adrenaline flooded through your veins at the thought of your husband carefully cradling a newborn.  Something about the internal image of the sexiest man in your life placing gentle kisses on a baby’s forehead, holding them in his strong arms and swaddling them in blankets…

“Hey,” he snapped his fingers in your face, ripping you from your daydream.  “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile.

—

You were starting to greatly dislike ultrasound tables.  So far, none of them had led to anything promising, and the feeling of the cold gel against your lower stomach was becoming a sensation of grief and anxiety rather than the promise of viewing a fetus on the black and white monitor.  Nevertheless, you powered through your discomfort and stared at the ceiling.  Law sat in a small chair directly beside your bed as the technician set up the machine.  Everything was running like cogs in a well-oiled machine.  They had to be fairly quick about it, placing the eggs into your body before they expired.  For the past week and a half, they had been kept in a special incubator to grow into the blastocyst stage, which was where you were at now.  After a few days of hormone shots to prep your uterine lining for the implantation, it was finally time.

You took a deep breath as your doctor entered the room, a small plate in her gloved hands.

“You’re going to get to watch the implantation process on the ultrasound,” she explained with a small grin.  “We’re going to insert a thin tube into your vagina and through your cervix, and the eggs will pass through there.  We let your body take care of the rest.  If everything goes as planned, one of them should implant to your uterine wall and form a placenta.”

You nodded, your hands holding your shirt up below your breasts and keeping your belly exposed.  “Sounds good.”

Law placed a reassuring pat against the outside of your calf, your legs and feet held up by the cold, uncomfortable stirrups mounted at the end of the bed.  Easy access for your genitals, and everything.

The process was far quicker than you expected, and no pain relief was necessary.  You felt an admittedly uncomfortable cramping sensation as the thin tube passed through your cervix, but it was nothing you weren’t already used to.  Your eyes were on your husband’s as he stared at the ultrasound monitor, clearly fascinated with the technology and process of the entire process you had been enduring.  He viewed the screen with baited breath as the needle passed through the tube and injected the two blastocysts into your uterus before pulling out.  The tube followed, you sucking in a sharp breath at the awful, twisting burn that was felt when the tube left your body before leaving you with nothing but a residual, dull throb.

“Alright, all done!” Robin called, bringing the materials to the nearby counter and disposing them in their respective receptacles.  “Now all we have to do is wait about 12 to 14 days, and then you’ll be back in the outpatient lab for a pregnancy test.”

Law helped you sit up on the bed, handing you your underwear and shorts.  “That’s it?”

She nodded.  “Yup.  If the first blood test comes back as positive, we will continue testing every week for about a month or so to ensure that your hCG levels are rising normally.  If they are, we’ll begin the usual routine of prenatal scans and care, just as a normal pregnancy would be.”

Finally fully dressed and on your feet, you stepped into your shoes.  “And if not?”

“Then we wait about six months and try again.  But…” she tossed you a look.  Her bright blue eyes held an emotion from her that you hadn’t seen before.  Something that was almost hopeful.  “Don’t ask me why, but I have a good feeling about this.”

You bit the inside of your lip.  First your husband, now your doctor.  You were starting to wonder if everyone was part of some secret pregnancy conspiracy that you had no part in.  Whatever it was, you were desperate to not get your hopes up.  If you lost one more pregnancy, you were considering yourself done.  You’d most likely either remain a childfree couple for the rest of your life, or go through the years-long process of adoption.  Neither sounded very pleasing to you.  You just wanted a baby.  Your own baby.  Was that too much to ask?

You kept your mouth shut as you exited the clinic with your husband in front of you, holding your fingers in his hand.  You barely exhaled until you got outside.

“You did great in there, baby,” he reassured, rubbing your back as he helped you to the car.

“I just don’t want to get my hopes up, that’s all,” you muttered, climbing into the passenger seat.  Law rounded the car and sat behind the steering wheel, putting his key in the ignition and blasting the air conditioning to cool down the stifling car.

“Well… you might hate me for this, then, but I got you something.”  Law reached into the pocket that was built into the back of your seat, pulling out a flat, brown paper bag.  “I saw it at the airport oddly enough and got it on a whim, I know I probably shouldn’t have but… it drew me in.”

You took the bag from him, the rough paper crinkling under your fingertips as you eyed it suspiciously.  “Are you gonna make me cry again?”

He simply shrugged.  “Guess we’ll find out.”

Slowly, you parted the opening of the bag and reached inside.  Your fingers felt some kind of hard slab, metal rings wrapping around one side of it.  Some sort of notebook.  You pulled it from the paper, your eyes widening as you took in what you held in your hands.

A hardcover journal, each page printed on high-quality glossy paper.  The outside cover was titled, ‘My Pregnancy Journal.’

“Hold on…” you uttered, gazing at the cover, an illustration depicting a mother and an infant was below the title font.  “You found this at the airport?”

“Yeah, it was weird.  And I kind of felt weird buying it.  The old lady behind the counter definitely gave me a strange look,” he explained, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile.  “You don’t have to use it.  You don’t even have to keep it.  But I had this odd feeling and just… got it.”

You silently flipped through the pages.  The book was thin, only about 95 pages in total, and was separated into three segments for each trimester of a pregnancy.  Each page was labeled with different prompts and phrases to encourage documenting the course of a pregnancy.  Your heart was hammering in your chest.

“Th… Thank you…” you whispered, gazing at the front cover.

Your head was still held down, staring at the illustration on the front cover.  Law leaned over the center console once more and pressed a kiss to your hair.  “Again, you don’t have to use it.  But I thought, if everything goes as planned… it would be nice to have.”

You clutched the book to your chest, fighting the tears welling in your eyes.  There were so many words you wanted to say.  To thank your husband for thinking of you in such an odd location, to thank him for being so tender and caring with his words and embraces, but to also berate him for the irrational fear of jinxing the pregnancy that you both so desperately wanted.  Instead of speaking, you simply kept your mouth shut, smiling at the glove box as Law put his car in reverse and exited the parking lot.

“Do you want ice cream?” he asked, breaking the silence, his hand resting idly on the gear shift.  He had a small smirk on his lips as he glanced at you from his peripheral.

You finally picked your head up, casting a warm smile at him.  “Uhm, fuck yeah I want ice cream.”

—

Law had another 24 hour shift starting that evening at 8:00 PM, leaving you home alone with Bepo.  While you deliberated on inviting your friends over, you ultimately decided on spending the evening by yourself, enjoying the peace and quiet of your little home.  You made a small trip to the drugstore that thankfully didn’t close until 10:00 PM and grabbed a small bottle of lavender-scented bubble bath soap, a new bottle of moisturizer, and a small box of individually wrapped milk chocolate candies.  Your bath was one of the most peaceful ones of your life, soaking in the hot, bubbly water, warming your senses with the relaxing smell of lavender and vanilla while a small candle burned on the floor beside the tub, filling the air with a blissful warmth.

When you finally pulled the plug on your drain and dried yourself off, you found yourself laying on the couch in your living space, blankly scrolling through your phone.  Bepo was on his doggy bed in the corner of the room, snoring up a storm.  You sighed, placing your phone on the coffee table and resting your hands on your lower belly.

Two little eggs were supposed to be in there.  One of them should be implanted.

With a small huff, you stood from the couch and proceeded to your bedroom.  You fumbled through the dim lighting of your bedside lamp toward Law’s desk, plucking the journal he had gotten you from the top of a stack of papers.  Your fingers traced the text on the cover.  You carried it close to your heart, grabbing a pen from the junk drawer in your kitchen before sitting back on the couch.

You paused after writing a few lines.  You were unintentionally addressing the baby that hadn’t even started growing.  You swallowed the lump in your throat.

[jmdbjk]

Wow.

I can't leave to enjoy a few days vacation without the world falling apart?

Hybe vs. Min HeeJin. Not on anyone's bingo card this year. I have not caught up on everything but who tipped off Hybe about her dastardly plans? The timing of it all... and her little extemporaneous skit she did for a press conference was perhaps part of her plan to turn public opinion in her favor? She claims to have invented kpop or at least made it what it is today but out the other side of her mouth says she hates idol culture?

Hybe's not here to play, they will not be nice. I see no benefit to her for showing us the not so pretty side of the idol industry. Maybe that's her problem, she can't see what she's doing because she's too far into it. Thirty years in the business will make you lose your objectivity. She has no idea she is coming across as a greedy, spoiled, entitled, manipulative, narcissistic, emotional female in a male dominated industry. Basically a nut case.

The lady had a tremendous opportunity to perhaps take ownership of her company in due time, become a great example for female leadership in a country where corporate culture is steeped in chaebolism. Instead she squandered that and thinks she will come out on top. Did she miss the Hybe vs. SM Entertainment episode from last year?

Anyway.

RM's new album! RPWP!

The Monochrome pop up store is doing well!

Jin will be back after 6 Fridays!

In other news. I went to Las Vegas. This is what I saw:

The Bellagio Fountains. They're huge. The Bellagio is SWANK. I looked for Jimin in Dior and Tiffany, Hobi in the Louis Vuitton store, Namjoon in the Bottega Veneta store, but none of them were in there. There was no Calvin Klein store.

When Hobi, JK and Tae were there watching the fountains dance to Dynamite, they were standing here:

Passed by Allegiant Stadium a few times. It's huge.

Drove out to Seven Magic Mountains. I am happy to report the lowest boulders had no writing or graffiti. They were amazingly huge as you can see.

Joon's pic of the above rocks:

Went to AREA 15 and it was HUGE and amazing! It's impossible to show everything that its about, there are multiple buildings and installations and activities, gift shops, bars, etc. We went into the Omega Mart (mega art) experience which led to a maze of fantastically created chambers, each different from the last one, all pulsing with animated lights, texture walls, ceilings and floors.

And ate at Hobak Korean BBQ. We couldn't find out which tables the members of BTS sat at but I got a pic of the Butter album they all signed. There were other autographs from other famous Korean celebs but the BTS signatures were displayed in a more prominent place on the wall.

We also scoped out The Sphere. Also HUGE. The concert space is arena sized. I don't know who was playing there that night but the parking lot was filling up.

We also walked the Strip.

The Fremont Street Experience. That's an animated video screen overhead with ziplines running through the length of it. It's two blocks of casinos, restaurants and gift shops. People are also doing busking and shows at street level.

Hoover Dam, view of the dam from the highway bridge and view of the highway bridge from the dam. Spent a few minutes on the Arizona side.

Hiked in the desert. Saw cactus and wildlife. Drank a lot of water.

Drove to the Mojave Desert Preserve in California just to say we did.

We hated leaving. It was a fun trip. But damn, I have so much stuff to catch up on now. Hiatus my ass.

If Vegas is on the BTS comeback tour I promise I will be there this time.

We gambled at the airport on our way out. The slot machines were next to our gate. And in the baggage claim area. But as you can see, its not just about gambling there.

In case you didn't get it, everything in Vegas is HUUUGGE and FARRRR. Walk a lot, spend a lot of money.

Overall, Las Vegas was clean, the people were extremely friendly and welcoming of course, they might be teaching hospitality as a school subject there, I don't know.

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Evermore - Part 2

Summary: It’s been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to come back, is it too late to start anew? Will you decide to start over or realize what's been right in front of you this whole time?

Warnings: 18+ for future chapters. AFAB!Reader. Alcohol/drug use mentioned. General angst. Swearing. Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is given the nickname Peach.

Word Count: 2.5K

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As soon as Eddie touched down in Indy, he phoned Wayne. Not going into all the gory details that had led him here, but Wayne knew well enough not to prod. He was simply happy to have his boy back even if it was only for a couple of days. This would be the first time the metalhead would be back to Hawkins since he had moved Wayne out of Forest Hills and into a one level ranch style brick home across town. It was modest but enough for the old bachelor. Even then he merely stayed long enough to get Wayne situated then he found himself on the next flight to L.A., thankfully avoiding any other interactions in town, namely you.

He rented an inconspicuous black car at the airport and headed home. In L.A. rockstar Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead driving but back home, he was just Eddie Munson, resident freak and Satan worshiper. The small-minded people of this town still probably thought he had sold his soul to get where he was today. At times, he might agree with them.

The drive went rather quickly, finding himself pulling up to Wayne’s in record time. He grabbed his small bag and slung it over his shoulder making his way up to the front step. Before he made it up to the door, it swung open with a screech of its hinges revealing the older man.

“There’s my boy! Happy Birthday old man!” Wayne beamed, meeting him halfway on the porch engulfing him in a warm, crushing hug. Eddie hugged him back with as much enthusiasm. He led them through the threshold as he welcomed him in.

“How long you in for?” he asked hesitantly. Never knowing what to expect from his nephew.

“Uh, couple of days,” it sounded more like a question than a statement.

“Well, you’ve got a bedroom here. No need to hole yourself up in one of these dumpy motels around town son.” He took Eddie’s bag and walked to the room at the end of the hall giving him little choice but to accept the offer.

Standing alone in the living room gave him the chance to inspect the space. Wayne decorated it much like he had the little living area they had back at the trailer. Updated furniture but he still had his collection of hats hung on the wall above the couch. He also had his mugs proudly displayed in the kitchen and dining room. Eddie silently cursed himself for not bringing him a new one but made a mental note to pick up one to gift him before he left.

He noted the picture hung on the wall from his graduation. He stared at the smiling faces in the small oak frame. He studied the way your smile reached your eyes as you gazed up at him like he had hung the moon. At one time his favorite picture, now he despised the way it mocked him.

He lifted his hand to touch your face in the still photo when Wayne cleared his throat as he re-entered the room. Eddie retreating it quickly as if it had burned him. “She’s still in town, you know? She checks up on me from time to time. Doin’ real good for herself.”

Eddie looks away from your warm smile, looking down to the floor clearing his own throat before speaking, “That’s good. She uh… she happy?” He looked back to his uncle expectantly.

“Well, she seems to be. Always keeps herself busy. She bought a house not too far from here a couple of years ago. A nice little 2 story over on Maple.” The old man smiled fondly as he spoke about you. He never told Eddie anything that you two spoke about or even the fact that you had stayed so close after all these years. But Eddie wasn’t naive, he knew you were like a daughter to the older man as much as he was his son. Since moving away he suspected that the two of you were closer than he and Wayne were now.

They caught up over a couple of beers and a hot meal. It had been ages since Eddie had a real homecooked meal. It made him long for something he couldn't quite explain. He spilled his guts to Wayne. Telling him all about the ex he had just left behind, leaving out some of the details. He didn’t need to hear another lecture about the alcohol or drug fueled parties.

Wayne hadn’t expected Eddie, but he had somehow still managed to get him a cake. They laughed and reminisced over the dessert. Then he handed him a small, wrapped package.

“Wayne, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Save your money for something useful. It would be better spent on yourself.”

“Non-sense! I can’t not get my only son a little something for his birthday.” He waved his hand dismissively.

Eddie opened it, revealing a lighter that held his initials, E. J. M. “Thanks old man.” He clapped Wayne on the back. “I lost my good one a couple months back, so this is perfect.”

The two shared a few more stories before Wayne decided to retire for the night leaving the other to ruminate, once again alone to spiral in his own thoughts.

Watching the dwindling sunlight hide behind the trees, welcoming the twilight, he decided to take a drive. The house was too quiet for his liking. He didn’t have any specific destination in mind, he just wanted to clear his head. He drove through the downtown area, Family Video and the arcade still going strong after all these years. Hawkins didn’t have much else to offer in the way of entertainment.

He noticed the area had gotten nicer, with a quaint little coffee shop occupying the space that Melvald’s General Store used to be. Something about the name caught his attention, but he brushed it off thinking it to be a coincidence. Once the mall had been built most of the mom-and-pop shops shut down, but it warmed his heart to see his little town still thriving.

He found himself in the parking lot at the Hideout, staring up at the all too familiar red and blue neon above the door. It was the same, but somehow different. The outside had been updated and he wondered if the inside had been too. He thought about the little apartment above the bar that held a special place in his heart, and all the memories he made there. It looked deserted now. No lights or signs of life.

A little while later after more aimless travel, he found himself on Maple Street. If he was completely honest with himself this is exactly where he intended to come. He parked in front of the only 2 story on the block. It didn’t look like anyone was home in the quaint little Tudor style home. The house was somehow exactly what he had pictured for you. Not a large home, but certainly taken care of. Manicured lawn and flower beds. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting out front when he noticed a familiar BMW slowly coming down the road and turning into the drive.

“Fucking Harrington,” he cursed out lowly to himself. “Of course, it’s Harrington.”  His grip on the steering wheel subconsciously tightened, turning his knuckles white.

He picked up the pack of smokes, resting in his lap, placing one between his lips to light and that’s when time seemed to slow. His breath hitched as he saw you exit the car. He couldn’t see you fully from this distance, with the light from the porch only giving enough illumination to make out your silhouette. He noted your hair was longer, but you looked good, healthy. Happy. You got out chatting with Steve, not able to make out the conversation but then he heard your laughter float through the air bright and clear. It hit him with such ferocity that if he weren’t sitting, he knew his knees would have failed him. He’d give just about anything to be the one to make you laugh like that again.

Much to his surprise, you didn’t immediately start for your front door but turned your attention to the back of the car. He watched with bated breath as you leaned down and picked up a sleeping form from the backseat. The child stirred slightly as she wrapped her arms tightly around your neck as you made your way to the house with “the hair” hot on your heels. He opened the door for you as you slipped inside and out of sight.

“What. The. Fuck.” he huffed. To say he was stunned would be an understatement. The cigarette between his lips threatened to fall as he was trying to pick his jaw back up from the floor as his mind caught up with what he had just witnessed. You… with a kid, with Harrington in tow. The what ifs started to take over.

He tried to maintain his composure as he drove back to Wayne’s. He picked up a fifth of Jack along the way. He was still having trouble trying to comprehend the scene that had played out before him. Why hadn’t Wayne told him you had a kid? With Steve Harrington of all people. He knew the two of you were close. Always had been. It had been a sore subject for your relationship a time of two. Eddie had been jealous and insecure back then, but you always assured him that there was nothing. And to your credit, never had been. But Eddie wasn’t blind either, he saw the way Steve looked at you. He could almost picture the gloating bastard, “I got the girl. What did you end up with?”

He slipped into the house making as little noise as possible so as not to disturb his sleeping uncle, hiding the liquor under his jacket as he made his way to the spare room. He shimmied out of said jacket and his shoes. Sitting on the bed he exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath since leaving your house. He lifted the bottle and let the dark amber liquid flow down his throat, burning on the way down. Matching the way he felt, burning with something he could only describe as jealousy. He had no reason to be jealous. He knew that. You weren’t his and hadn’t been in a long time. He downed the rest of the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, catching some liquid that slipped from the corner of his mouth.  

His head hit the pillow as his eyes were already growing heavy. He let the drowsiness take hold and prayed like hell to a God he didn’t believe in, along with the help of his friend Jack, it would be a dreamless night.

You woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and coffee wafting from your downstairs, a most welcome invasion to your senses. Neither you nor Steve grew up in a household that reigned in domesticated bliss but you both try your damnedest around Maddie. He was a great dad, which didn’t come as a shock to anyone that really knows him. He'd always wanted kids and that whole picket fence dream. He just never imagined doing it alone. Which, he was never alone with the help of you and Robin, Maddie had plenty of motherly influence and love.

You yawned, stretched and not at all ready to face the day but the little tornado would be up soon, and you'd have no choice at that point. You grabbed your fuzzy robe and bunny slippers creeping from your bedroom and tiptoeing your way to the guest room. She was still sound asleep, laying on her stomach with her little face smooshed into the pillow and lips slightly parted. The exact sleeping position you'd often find her dad in. 

You cracked the door and padded your way softly down the stairs to the kitchen. Steve was standing at the sink, coffee in hand with a towel slung over his shoulder with his grey sweats and plain white tee hugging the expanse of his chest. He looked deep in thought peering out the window, you didn't want to disturb him, but he turned and noticed you in the doorway. 

"Oh hey," he smiled softly, his warm gaze falling to you. "You're up." He huffed a laugh as you passed by headed straight for the coffee pot without a word. He had already made quite the feast, with biscuits warming in the oven. He would make some lucky woman very happy one day. It was a selfish thought to hope you could keep him like this forever. Misery loves company and all that.

“Sleep well?” you finally asked, while pouring yourself a cup and sitting down at the counter that separated the kitchen from the small dining area.

“Always do when I know my kid is safe and you’re happy.” All syrupy sweet. So sticky, those words could pin you to the very spot you sat.

“She's still passed out, so I think our little adventure wore us all out." 

Just as those words left your mouth you heard a thud upstairs followed by the pounding of little bare feet running across the floor. Steve smirked as he held his mug to his lips. "Spoke too soon, Peach."

Maddie bounded down the stairs and ran into your waiting arms. "How'd my favorite girl sleep?" You picked her up, smoothing her sleep mussed curls. Her pajamas almost too small for her growing frame.

"Daddy was snoring loud!" You let out a hearty laugh and looked over at Steve, as Maddie buried her face tighter to your chest.

"Hey!" He gasped, setting his mug on the counter, his hands finding their way to his hips for that signature dad stance. "That's not very nice. I think you snored louder than I did."

"Nuh uh daddy!" She flew into fit of giggles; head thrown back as you pulled her into a tight hug. You were about to tell him to get her some breakfast when you heard three sharp knocks at the door. 

Maddie immediately jumped down and shouted, "I get it!" 

"Who are you expecting?" He mused, quirking his eyebrow playfully.

You shrugged, "no one,” as you followed her.

"Mads baby, hold on. You don't know who it is." She reached the door before you could catch up to stop her.

"Hi mister!" She greeted all smiles with a small wave.

"Uh... Hi," you heard him respond and your heart dropped as your throat immediately tightened. It was suddenly too hard to swallow. A voice that you could never forget.

You sidled up behind the girl to see the metalhead rockstar standing before you, ripped jeans and leather jacket, his usual go to look. His hair a little shorter and scruff lines his jaw, as if he hadn’t shaved in a week or so.  You noted he was twirling his rings around his fingers, a habit he only exhibited when he was anxious or nervous. His eyes immediately found yours. Those dark, doe eyes you once held so much love for.

"Eddie?" You barely breathed out above a whisper, too taken aback to say anything else.

"Hey Peach." 

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