#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.

[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.

[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.

[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!

[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.

[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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[gracelaurie]

Lover | Patrick Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary : You and Patrick had a one night stand a few months ago. And now you’re 6 months pregnant. You don't expect to meet the father of your child because you’re a woman who prefers to be alone. But fate said otherwise, you meet again with the father who made your stomach grow big.

And you stupidly didn’t know that he was an actor.

A/N : Just like the tittle, it’s a fluffy story :D the most romantic fanfic that i ever write tbh. There’s no warning :))

*Patrick didn’t have a wife in this story*

CHAPTER 1/2 ➡️(Chapter 2) sequel 18+

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CHAPTER 1.

Today is the most hectic day. You have to wake up at dawn to go to the airport. When you arrive at the airport you have to take care of your aunt’s two twin babies, then when it gets to noon you take the babies to go to the talk show.

When you arrive at the shooting location, you hope that your uncle will at least meet you and help you take care of his own children, but apparently not. That annoying old man even just looks at you who’s taking care of his 2 babies, nods, then goes back to minding his business as host.

Now the babies are quiet and asleep in their own stroller- after they cried for a long time and you have held them one by one so they fall asleep. It’s really tiring work for a 6 month pregnant mother. Actually it’s not a job, more like a favor to a relative in your family. No one else can help them except you, you actually don't mind because you don't want your family to think that pregnant women like you can't do any work.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Talk About It!” You heard your uncle’s voice from behind the screen.

You don’t care about things like that, but when your gaze accidentally looks at the huge Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom film poster displayed, you look confused. Your feelings are mixed. You seem to know the blonde man on the film poster. But deep in your heart, you deny it. Maybe you’re just hallucinating because you are very hungry and tired.

You try to peek through the window to see who is the guest star at the event. But you gasped when you saw who was there.

“…it is our guy Patrick Wilson… Patrick welcome back TAT.” the audience applauded then Patrick said there, “thank you..” with a big smile

You feel like this is like a dream. You’re confused, this is all very difficult for you to digest. You walk away from that place feeling dazed, your body is getting weaker, not only because you haven’t eaten, but because you know that the man who had a One Night Stand with you and impregnated you until your stomach was this big… is a famous actor.

When you walked backwards, your body almost fell, a crew member swiftly held your body and helped you. “oh my gosh, who are you, why are you here?” She grabbed your arm and led you to a seat beside the stairs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.. I’m fine...” you said while looking at Patrick from afar, “he’s my uncle, today I'm taking care of his baby. His wife told me to go to this shooting location and after this event finished he immediately invited us to hang out. You know… it’s a holiday.” you said while pointing at your uncle who was the host.

“You look really pale, and you're pregnant,” she looked really worried about you. Then he stood up and invited one of his teammates to chat. After a short chat, he came over to you again and said, “please come with me. You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

You shook your head weakly.

“But… what about the babies? I have to keep looking after them... otherwise my uncle will get angry...”

“Don't worry, my friend will look after the babies.” She said with a sincere smile. She is a stranger who works there as a crew but she seems to have a motherly heart.

That kind crew helped you to stand up. You carry your very big stomach to walk out of that very crowded place. Somehow you can feel that your stomach is very big, even though it’s only 6 months, but your stomach looks like it’s more than that.

“Andrew is so mean,” she said in an annoyed tone, “how can he and his wife tell you to look after their babies? Don’t they see your condition?”

“Thank you,” you smiled faintly, and grabbed the water bottle she had given you, “I’m fine. Besides, this isn't the first time. Sometimes I help them whenever they need my help.”

“Yes, but it’s the same. They should know that you are pregnant with twins and they shouldn’t be bossing you around like this.” she said irritably then stood at the end of the room and took her lunch.

“Wait, how do you know I'm pregnant with twins when I haven't checked myself?” you asked in confusion.

“I don't know… just look at the shape,” she said lightly then sat back down next to you and handed you his lunch, “please eat. I know it's not much, but if you want to wait for Andrew, he's still very long and you You have to fill your stomach now.”

“Thank you,” you said then accepted the food, “Sorry for bothering you, I...”

“Please don't apologize. You’re a pregnant mother. I have seen that you are tired from taking care of the babies. I have been wanting to meet you for a long time, because I was afraid that something would happen to you." She said worriedly.

While you were eating, someone knocked on the door of the room and told him to go back to work.

“I'm sorry, I have to go, you can stay here to rest as long as you need.” She said with a smile.

After you finish your food. You grabbed your cellphone that was on the table and opened your Google. You are a woman who likes gardening and raising livestock. You don't even have social media, only send messages to your family and neighbors. The only reason you were going to a nightclub and losing your virginity to a guy you didn’t know is because you’re really stressed. You have just lost your older brother who is the only biological family who is still alive and lives with you.

And now you’re pregnant with someone's baby who took your virginity off in a nightclub and it turns out that person is a famous person. You’re typing “Patrick Wilson” in Google and it turns out...

You gasped in surprise. you still don’t know what to say. You think to yourself that maybe Patrick already has a wife or girlfriend, and maybe Patrick doesn’t know you anymore...

In the middle of that daydream, suddenly the door opened wide and your uncle was standing near the door with a guilty face.

“Y/N... I'm sorry. I'll take you home...”

You smiled, “it's okay, I'm just late eating.”

Your uncle smiled as he looked at your stomach, “how old are you in your pregnancy?”

“6 months... but it looks bigger, don't know why...” you whispered.

“You haven't seen a obstetricians recently, have you?" your uncle asked then you shook your head, “come here, before I take the twins to the park, we can check them first--"

“Let me." said a man mysteriously behind your uncle.

Your uncle turned and gasped, “Patrick-uh Patrick what are you doing here?”

Patrick laughed softly, “I know I shouldn’t have done this behind the scenes, but I am the man who got your niece pregnant,” Patrick’s words suddenly shocked your Uncle, so shocked that it was even difficult to digest everything.

“Y/N... is that true?"

You inhale and exhale. You find this situation very difficult to digest. “Yes, Uncle Andrew. He is the father of my child.”

Patrick smiled at you. But you can see that he feels guilty for all this. He didn’t know that all this time there was a woman who was pregnant with his child but he wasn’t there.

Your uncle turned to Patrick then turned to you. He massaged his forehead, then exhaled. “Okay, I’ll give you some time. Please...” said your uncle while patting Patrick on the shoulder.

You got up from your seat when Patrick had closed the door to the room. The two of you face each other and stand now.

“I’m sorry..”

“No, this is not your fault. We were strangers having a one night stand. I understand, this is not your responsibility, please don't feel that you have to do all this. I could have aborted the pregnancy from day one, but—"

“But you don’t have the heart to do that. You have a very kind heart to raise the child of someone you don’t know. And regarding responsibility, I have full responsibility for my child.” Patrick said in a firm voice. He sighed, then walked over to you.

“You thought I didn’t see you from far away, right?”Patrick took both of your hands and held them, “the moment I saw you, I knew that you were the person I slept with that night. And I had a strong feeling that the child you were carrying was mine.”

“Y/N... thank you…” Patrick said in a very low tone. His blue eyes looked very happy, “I’m the happiest man in this world…. the most important thing of all is, I want to really get to know the mother who is carrying my child.”

[slafkovskys]

pls more nolan charlotte homecoming i could acc cry over this fictional family

warnings: language, some angst

the detroit metropolitan airport was somewhere she had become all too familiar with over the last couple of months. charlotte bounces beside her, the pom on top of her beanie going wild as she did so, “where’s daddy?”

she hadn’t even told her that that was what they were here for, the little girl had put the pieces of that puzzle together all on her own. she led her daughter over to the board that displayed the flights and looked for nolan’s connection, on time. she grins down at charlotte, “he should be here soon, baby. why don’t we go wait for him?”

“okay, gotta hurry!” she tugged on her mom’s hand and the woman easily led them to where all of the international arrivals came through.

she bends down and points to the doors that nolan should be walking out of any second, “daddy’s going to be there, okay char? so you gotta help me watch for him.”

“gonna find daddy,” charlotte says determinedly, gripping the bars of the gate as she tries to shove her face through. mom pulls her back gently and the little girl giggles, “sorry.”

time seems to tick by slowly and even charlotte starts to become weary. mom goes to check her phone, maybe there was a delay at baggage claim that was holding him up? then she swears that she spots him. she doesn’t let charlotte catch on just in case she was wrong, but as she raises herself on her tiptoes, she realizes that she would know that stupid hat anywhere.

she bends down to swiftly pick up charlotte, pointing towards nolan, “there he is!”

she watches as a look of relief washes over nolan’s face as he comes around the corner and spots them. charlotte lets out a shout of, “daddy, we’re here!”

as soon as he’s through the doors, nolan breaks into a sprint to get to them. charlotte tries everything to break free of her mother’s grasp if that would get her to him faster just before he could wrap his arms around them both, the metal gate separating regular airport traffic from international arrivals still acting as a divider. she hears him take a deep inhale, “oh my god.”

“i missed you so fucking much,” mom breathes out and nolan chuckles, pulling away to press a kiss to her lips. “did you get taller?”

“i don’t think,” he grins, “c’mere, baby.”

he takes charlotte from her arms and she clings to him instantly. she raises an eyebrow, running her hand along his jaw, “where did it go?”

“i shaved it. did you like it?” tears threaten to spill from his eyes. she nods, a little pouty, and he presses a kiss to her cheek, “i’ll grow it out for you again.”

“you missed us, right?” the little girl questions just when they're out of earshot of her mother. she holds onto nolan’s arms as he balances her, a carry-on, and another suitcase during their quick trip around the barrier.

“baby, every day. every hour. you know your little bear that you got for me?” before he departed, mom got him a build-a-bear with charlotte’s voice in it. every time he would squeeze it, her little giggles preempt an ‘i love you daddy.’ she nods, kicking her little legs, “it goes on every road trip with me. i sleep with it every night. my teammates get tired of hearing it, but i don’t care.”

mom raises an eyebrow when they finally make it to her, “telling her about the bear,” nolan mumbles and she nods, rubbing her daughter’s back.

“why don’t we take daddy home, charlotte, and show him his surprise?” she offers and charlotte nods enthusiastically, placing her tiny hands on her father’s cheeks,

“you gotta see it, daddy!”

“well, what are we waiting for?” he questions as he sets her down to grab his luggage. charlotte refuses to hold mom’s hand, instead holding onto the leg of nolan’s sweatpants as they make their way out of the airport and to the car.

the entire drive home, charlotte is telling him stories about her friends at school, things she has coming up that week that she’s so excited he gets to be at too, and even how she felt her baby brother kick earlier in the morning. nolan hangs onto every word.

he grins when they pull into the driveway and sees a banner on the front porch that was obviously drawn and colored in by charlotte, reading ‘welcome home, daddy!’ he sees blue sitting on the stairs and when the cat sees him, he has the audacity to hiss before darting away. nolan rolls his eyes, the feeling was more than mutual.

charlotte drags nolan inside where balloons are scattered on the floor and there was even a cake on the kitchen counter. the little girl giggles as she sticks her finger in the frosting for a taste, “i helped.”

“did you?” nolan teases like he doesn’t see her messy initials scrawled at the bottom like a signature. his eyes follow mom as she makes her way into the kitchen, blue scrambling in behind, “so, what’s the plan?”

“you probably want to rest and then dinner?” she offers, leaning into his side.

“a nap with my girls sounds perfect.”

-

“i can’t believe that she’s let you out of her sight,” mom mumbles as nolan steps out onto the porch. he’s got two mugs in his hands, both steaming and she grins as he hands one to her, “or that you let her out of yours.”

“i’ve got a week with her. still won’t be enough time, but,” he takes a deep breath as he sits down beside her on the porch swing. that swing was what had made her fall in love with the house. as soon as they had toured the place just after their daughter was born, she couldn’t stop raving about how she could imagine them on that swing, drinking their coffee and watching charlotte in the front yard or running up the sidewalk from school. her dreams had nolan signing a lease the next day. “we need to talk.”

“yeah, we do,” she sighs. she allows him to grab her legs and situate them across his lap and she reclines slightly into the decorative pillow behind her.

“i had some time to kill on the plane,” he uses the hand not holding his mug to trace invisible shapes on her knee, a tell-tale sign that he was nervous, “it’s easier to have you, both of- all of you, with me if we’re married.”

she blinks slowly, trying to process everything that he just said, “married?”

“i looked into it, talked it over with some team personnel while i was waiting for my bags, they can help with your stuff. i work over there, they can get you and lotts over in a few months-”

“in theory, yes it’s a good idea, but i’m pregnant, nolan,” she stares at him, “you know how it was with charlotte and you didn’t even want me coming over there in case something happened on the plane. now you want me to move and then come back, what? three months later? i’ll be, like, seven months by then and i don’t think any doctor would have me stepping foot on a plane given my history-”

he interrupts, “so we stay until you have this baby, wait until you’re both okay to fly, and come back home.”

“honey,” she sighs, adjusting her body so you can be fully facing him. she reaches a hand out and grabs onto his hand, “that’s not how it works. we, this is too much right now.”

“what do you mean?”

“she couldn’t go to school the next day, nolan, because as soon as she woke up she started crying again, asking me if i was sure that you still loved her. i know that you being there is for your career and for us, but i can’t keep seeing her be hurt like this. she’s my daughter-”

“she’s my daughter too! how do you think that i feel watching her grow up through a phone and asking how many more sleeps she has until i can tuck her in again?” he tilts his head back, “what are you trying to say?”

“that i can’t keep doing this anymore, nolan.”

the words are like a knife through his chest. like everything he had done, everything he had worked for over the last five years was slowly starting to crumble around him and, no.

“i didn’t want kids,” he swallows, staring out over the porch railing to the neighbor's house, “especially not at twenty, but then there you were outside of my lecture hall that november with an attitude and a fire behind your eyes and it switched. i failed a big exam the day we heard her heartbeat for the first time because i couldn’t stop thinking about it, the little thumps, how that day marked me officially doing at least one good thing in my life.

“and then she was born and i was so fucking scared of this tiny human being with this big ass bow-hat-thing on her head-” mom can’t help but laugh through her tears, “but then she looked at me with your eyes. your eyes and my face and then you’re holding her and it hits me that we have a baby. i’m a dad, you’re a mom and we’ve got shit to do.

“and we’ve done that shit spectacularly. we’ve got a cool ass kid and we’re going to have another one soon, so if you think that i’m walking away from everything we’ve built, everything we’ve fought for over the last five years because of- what? an ocean between us now? fuck that,” he shakes his head, “when i got down on my knees in the laundry room that day and told you that i would never do anything to mess up what we had again, i meant that. we’re not going down like this. i’m not letting it happen.”

“i’m scared,” she whispers, “i need you, nolan. i’m trying to be strong for charlotte, for you, but i can’t keep doing it.”

“i know that,” he takes her into his arms and she holds onto his hoodie tightly, “we- i don’t know what to say. we’ve got a week to figure this out. please don’t give up on us, honey.”

“does your offer still stand?” she questions, head on his chest listening to the quiet thump of his heartbeat. he doesn’t answer immediately and she taps at his ring finger, “what does this little marriage scheme of yours involve?”

“oh- i, uh, well, you don’t even really have to go to the courthouse. you have to get a license, but you don’t have to wait for anything there. you could go down to the post office and have a notary sign it and boom, done deal,” he lets his feet steady the swing, “do you want to get married? it really was just an idea-”

“it would be nice to have the same last name as my kids,” she says thoughtfully, tilting her head up to look at the man, “besides, does five years and two kids mean nothing to you?”

“it means everything to me and i hope you would know that. besides, can i tell you a secret?” she hums and he grins, “there’s a ring in the top drawer of the dresser at my mom’s house. i’m sure i could get her to overnight it, if you’re serious.”

she nods, looking back out into the street, “make the call, moyle.”

[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.

[sundasystems]

4. The Cabin in the Grove

Eden Springs is aptly named.

Just outside of town is a small overlook where you can pull your car off the road and get a good look at the place from above. You can even almost see the Sunda campus poking up from behind the far hill. It's beautiful. I have no problem seeing why anyone would want to live here. More mysterious, however, is why a massive multi-national conglomerate like Sunda would choose a place like this for their headquarters. Ninety minutes from any airport. No major interstate access. It's not especially inaccessible, but it's not easy either.

As I drive through down I see smiling faces and hear light laughter coming out of the various storefronts. Some preliminary research showed that, while the majority of residents here work for Sunda, there is also a thriving small-business culture in the down town. That appears to be true. I pass a movie theatre and a general store. There's even a French bistro! Le Jus... something? I make a note to go back.

I find it oddly peaceful here. I could live here. I could move here and feel like I'd never have another care in the world. I wave at someone on the sidewalk who waves at me. I return their smiles. My left hand drops into my lap and I sigh softly.

I slip out of the city limits on the other side of the main drag and I see the first sign that reminds me why I'm really here.

Sunda Systems Eden Springs Campus 1.5 miles

I put both hands back on the steering wheel and rezip the fly of my jeans.

The drive here is deceptive. As soon as you leave town it feels like you've driven back into the wilderness. For a few moments, there's only mountains and trees. Then you round the corner and its like driving into the world of tomorrow. Several tall white buildings shoot up from the ground surrounded by an army of smaller buildings. There are parking lots everywhere, but most sit empty, and I remember seeing a sign in town for the Sunda Shuttle.

I park in a spot marked for visitors and take a deep breath. I remind myself that no one here knows who I am or what I want. I'm just a tech nerd here for a tour of the facility. This is one of the only places around where a fair number of cars are parked. So I won't be the only person who doesn't "belong" here. I open my car door and begin to walk toward the visitor entrance.

I'm greeted inside by warm smiles and "Welcome to Sunda Systems!" There's a sign that says the next tour of the campus leaves in 15 minutes. I'm left to stand in a group of other people who are waiting. They look largely like you'd expect them to look: mostly men, mostly in their mid to late 20's, mostly stereotypically nerdy. Not that I'm one to judge. I've never been one to be considered a heart-throb. That was always more Emily's job.

One of them approached me and says hello. We chatted briefly about what brought us here to take the tour and what we were hoping to see. He seemed harmless enough. Eventually, a guide emerged from behind a counter and greets us all. He was a skinny, nerdy looking guy. He introduced himself as Glen before handing out a campus map and beginning the tour.

We weren't allowed up in to the offices in either building that flanked the main entry foyer. Instead, the tour guide led us out the back into the campus commons. It really was a beautiful place.

We first entered through the Laser and Optics Research building. We were shown an admittedly very cool demonstration of a high power laser cutting straight through a steel beam. I tried to keep myself from being impressed and remind myself why I was here, but it was hard not to get sucked into the presentation and the results. Cutting edge (pun intended).

Then across the courtyard we entered the Crystallography lab. The entrance hall here was lined with minerals and gemstones on display. We didn't get to see much here. The guide led us into a dark room with a single display case. Inside was the largest sapphire I've ever seen. The lights in the room seem to dance on its surface and somehow inside it's depths. And what depths it has! Deep blue and flecks of violet that seem to shimmer and move as it rotates on its turntable so slowly... and lazily...

I don't know why I didn't think to try to take a photo of it. I guess I was just very distracted.

Walking out into the sun after being in that dark room was disorienting. My head felt a little strange for a few minutes afterward, but the tour continued and I got over it. As we entered the audio labs I was feeling quite good again. Almost eager to continue. Music thrummed constantly here. The guide told us it was in an attempt to drown out the sound-based experimentations going on inside the facility. They tried their best to soundproof the rooms, but some sound still bled out into the main building. We should do our best to ignore it.

For some reason, the whole group managed to say "Yes, Glen" at the same time, which made us all chuckle for a few minutes. This was a good group.

Finally, we arrived at the section of the tour I'd been waiting for. The living quarters. Unfortunately, Glen didn't take us very close. He pointed out the Education Center and the Hall of Worship, but said they were closed to visitors. Further back was the cabins, where some staff had decided to live "on-site." Staff like John Delphine, former COO of Lotus Clinical Research.

The tour group began to head back toward the main entrance. Part of me wanted to follow. To be a part of Glen's group and be led around. But Emily was counting on me. So with great effort, I pulled myself out of the group and stepped behind a small statue as they rounded a corner. Just like that, I was free.

I knew I'd have to be quick. I didn't have an employee ID that I'd seen on people around so I may not have much time to explore away from the group. That being said, I couldn't sneak in broad daylight. So I put on my best "I belong here" face and strolled back toward the living area.

In the courtyard there was a bulletin board of notices for the residents. Three in particular caught my attention.

One:

Renew your Vows and sing Vivian's Gospel House of Worship each Sunday at sundown

Two:

Seeking resident beta-testers for the new Mirrorball Program. Must not have been exposed to any previous optical inductions. Inquire at Office LOR 4-19.

Three:

New Radio Sunda available through Re:Mx. Enter code S2R0-F885-GG78 into the code stream to gain access.

This last one had tabs at the bottom with the access code on them like old flyers you'd find in the city. I tore one off and pocketed it to test out later.

I moved deeper into the campus toward the trees and the cabins. There were many more cars in the lots back here. Presumably the vehicles of the residents that don't have to drive from town.

A man looking like a security guard was approaching from the cabins. I decided to cut and run before I could get caught. I stashed my camera as I walked back toward the research area of the campus and managed to slide back into the tour group as they came back out of radio building.

Many of them had happy - if slightly vapid - smiles on their faces as they listened to Glen speaking. It didn't seem like any of them had noticed I had snuck away. It wasn't really clear if they'd noticed anything except Glen that whole time. Though, I could hardly blame them. He was pretty cute. A flush ran through me, and I cleared my throat softly as we finished the tour.

But before I could leave, Glen approached me. I thought he was going to scold me for sneaking off, but I was very wrong. He asked if I was in town for long and if I'd like to get dinner with him that evening. I think my entire body turned red. It was an ethical violation to go on a date with the subject of an investigation. But it would be a good way to get some inside information.

And he was very, very attractive.

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tags: christmas mentioning, long distance-ish relationship, uci haji

"maybe one day you can come with me for winter break. or part of it." hajime sighs the words from the other side of his laptop screen, the man who has small eye bags setting in under his eyes and an irvine crewneck covering his top half.

his hair is a mess; brown strands that ultimately look like porcupine spikes cover his head, one eye squished from the way that his palm holds his cheek, the other looking at his screen. his face illuminated in his dark room, the only source of light is his tiny lamp that sits on his bedside table. the other, your face that’s smiling and rolling eyes, making him grin fondly.

"i do wanna meet your family… eventually," you smile. your face is a bit more awake, night time on your side of the world and the early parts of the morning for hajime.

attending the same university was how you met the man you claimed was your other half. joining a similar club that led to volunteering in the same parts of campus. eventually, leading to holding hands until your boyfriend dropped you off at your classes before sprinting to his own. but living on opposite sides of the world was the realization that hit for the past two years around the middle of the school year.

sure, it was only a month. but when seeing each other was standard on a daily basis, you and hajime coordinated times to call.

and, hajime planned the call that was on your christmas eve and his christmas morning. sacrificing a spare hour of sleep to spend time with you while his sun was rising and yours had set.

"maybe next summer?" he questions, and you laugh with a small and tired yawn. "i’d love that," and though he’s just woken up, the light isn’t the only thing illuminating the room, given the smile hajime brings.

"i’ve gotta go soon, making breakfast for the folks," hajime starts, using the american slang he’s picked up from three years of living in the country that you reside in. "grab your present for me, baby. wanna open them now?" a nod and you’re leaning to grab a bag that hajime displayed prettily for you. on his end, he’s standing up briefly to grab the box that you’d wrapped him. a red bow adorning the top with a sticker that reads ‘to: haji’ and ‘from: your baby.’

he laughs as he reads over it, though he read over it when you handed it to him in the airport, too. smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek, then the lips when he had thanked you and asked you to zip it up in his backpack.

"you first," you smile, and hajime gets the urge to fight you on that, but it’s christmas, and though his nervousness is building up in his stomach, he nods with a roll of his eyes.

"fine," a huff of air leaves his lips, and you laugh, knowing his morning breath would hit you smack in the face if it were you instead of a computer screen.

tan fingers untie the red bow, gently unwrapping the paper as if he was going to reuse it later (he wasn’t, but he learned to be soft in everything he did from you). when he unwraps it, a small box is held in his hands, with a showing of the box from him to you and a slight smile that’s never left his lips, he opens it, and his eyes widen.

"shit, you didn’t need to get me this." he takes the gold chain out of the box, one that reads his first name in cursive and is going to look all too pretty around his neck.

"i know, i know. but it’ll look so good on you. saw it when i was shopping once and couldn’t resist," you smile with a tilt of your head. it was just a little something, and after two years of dating, you’d start investing in presents that would last rather than small junk from the mall. (you still had a christmas themed stuffie to give your boyfriend, though; it was more for you to lay against when you’d be in his bed. his pillows weren’t the comfiest, and it wasn’t going to be the easiest to wrap; you’ll give it to him when he comes back).

"this is so… i love it, hun’." his smile has fallen; instead, a face that reads disbelief paints his features, lifting the chain around his neck to hook it against his skin.

"how does it look?" and you smile at the gold that shines, sitting below his neckline. "just how i imagined… maybe better," hajime smiles at your words, his eyes now crinkled by the giant smile he displays before he nods in your direction. "your turn."

hajime’s stomach twists a bit more, loving the chain you’d gifted him and hoping you’d love his gift just as much as he loved yours.

sifting through paper, you unwrap a rectangular figure in the bag, taking the paper off, and setting it on the floor until your bottom lip puckers out and your eyes fall soft.

"oh, haji’," you fond, and he let out an invisible sigh of relief that you liked part of the gift he’s prepared for you. a photo of the two of you on a road trip you’d taken, the outside of the frame held dried cherry blossom petals. ones that he’d taken from his hometown, especially for the frame he ended up decorating for you.

"cherry blossoms?" you question with a smile, looking back up to your screen at a hajime who’s biting his lower lip in anticipation. it takes him a second to realize what you’ve asked, and he’s nodding shyly, "mhm."

he gives you another minute to adore the frame made out of bamboo wood, which holds a picture of his arm wrapped around your shoulders and big smiles pulling both of your cheeks upwards.

"there’s another, probably at the bottom," he looks from the bag to your side and back to you, whose attention is reverted to your computer screen. "y’didn’t have to get me two things," and he shakes his head while you dig towards the bottom of the bag.

an envelope with your name written in fancy cursive, something that you weren’t aware that hajime was capable of doing. opening it, as expected, there’s a cheesy christmas card that he’d probably gotten from your local grocery store. one that makes you laugh and, in turn, makes hajime smile lovingly at you; still, with an upside-down stomach, though.

when you open it, it takes a moment to process what fell out of the card. a white slip filled with tiny words, but once you read them, your eyes widen, and your jaw falls slack. "no…"

"you didn’t," you say, looking up to the man who’s nodding to confirm that what you’re reading is… precisely what you’re reading.

"think you can make it?" he asks with a breathy and nervous laugh, his arm scratching the backside of his neck while he glances away.

a ticket to japan that leaves on the 28th of december, just in time for new years. a ticket that lasts until you two have to fly back to california and start your spring semester together.

"i- holy fuck, hajime. you didn’t have to do that," and he nods because he knows, but he also knows that he wants to share traditions with you. he knows that he wants to introduce you to his family and his best friends from high school. he knows he wants to share a miyagi snow with you and his first un-lonely plane ride back to university.

(and don’t worry. like a good future-son-in-law, hajime called your family to ask permission to buy the ticket beforehand.)

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

Picture Perfect (Carlos Sainz x Childhood Friend!Reader)

|ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ|

summary: in which these blind idiots celebrate each other’s successes 

word count: 4710

warnings: not proofread, swearing, a bit of slowburn, i don’t know how cameras work

        “Chico!” the young h/c-haired girl rushed to her friend after the podium ceremony held for him winning the karting race. Their bodies collided, the boy barely able to keep himself uprights, as she wrapped an arm around him, holding out the other one and pulling out a pocket-sized Sony camera covered in stickers, “Smile!” 

        “Can I see the picture?” the boy questioned eagerly as the girl smiled proudly, displaying the slightly blurry image she’d taken of them both. Neither of them were in the center of the frame, nor did the lighting or angle flatter either of them. But to the young boy, any photo taken by his best friend was a masterpiece, “I love it!” 

        “You know, maybe I can take pictures of you after all your races too!” 

        “Of course, chica!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking forward to her constant presence in his races.  Nothing was more exciting for a young child than the prospect of his best friend frequenting karting races despite knowing only a little about the sport. 

        The girl kept her word, she was there for nearly every race he had as they grew older, camera always at the ready. And for whatever reason, the boy kept that photo of them as his phone’s wallpaper as he grew older as well as he checked the time on his phone; they didn’t have much time before they needed to catch their flight. 

        “Now I regret going shopping,” she laughed, trying her best to hang onto all of her bags. 

        “Do you need help with that?” he questioned, motioning to the paper bags—she refused to throw them out, they were too beautiful to end up in the garbage—swinging on her arms. 

        “Please,” she nodded, handing a few of the bags over to Carlos. Her brows furrowed thoughtfully. Carlos knew that look. She took the camera that hung around her neck, far larger than the one she owned as a child, angling the lens at him and snapping a quick photo, “You look adorable right now.” 

        Heat rose to Carlos’ cheeks at the compliment. He’d grown used to the constant compliments from the woman as she took his photos, it had become a constant. It was how she took pride in her work, he couldn’t blame her for it. He smiled, shaking his head as he led them both into the car the team loaned him, driving them to the airport after the Mexican Grand Prix.  

        “Do you have plans between these races?” y/n questioned, fiddling with a few settings of her camera as she snapped a few photos of her views outside. Though it was difficult with how fast the car was going, she didn’t mind it one bit. Said it was great practice for when she was trying to capture photos of him driving on the track. 

        “Ah, just a bit more golf,” Carlos shrugged as y/n giggled, shaking her head. He craned his neck over to her, pausing, “What’s funny about that?” 

        “I don’t know, I mean I’m constantly taking pictures of you guys when you go out golfing,” she shrugged, she didn’t mind having to take photos of him, though, “If it’s not F1 or training, it’s golfing. Don’t you think your fans want to see something new for once?” 

        “Like what?” he questioned, nose crinkling up at the thought of spending his off time doing something performative for the fans. 

        “Like attending your best friend’s next exhibition,” she shrugged as Carlos smiled widely, looking over to her as the car stopped in front of the traffic light, a lovely bright glint in his brown eyes, shining brightly under the light of the sun shining through the windshield. 

        “You got another exhibition?” 

        “Of course, I did. Traveling as much as we do really helped rack up content for another exhibition,” she shrugged, though smiling proudly at her achievement, “I made sure it was between Mexico and Brazil so there weren’t any scheduling conflicts. Though, if you want to play golf still, you’re allowed to.” 

        “Are you kidding? Why would I miss one of your exhibitions?” Carlos quirked a brow at her. Just as she’d never missed a single one of Carlos’ races, the Spaniard had never missed a single one of y/n’s photography exhibitions. It was all they did since they were young, supporting each other’s ambitions and being there for their milestones, “You know, I think Lando might want to go as well?” 

        “Lando?”

        “Yeah, I mean, he’s been getting into photography since Singapore and he’s constantly talking about how he’s running out of ideas for photos,” Carlos shrugged, recalling the way the younger driver walked around the paddock excitedly with his camera, “Maybe he can take inspiration from your exhibit.”

        “Oh, I’ll be sure to send him an invite, then,” she smiled widely with a nod.

        “When’s the exhibition?” 

        “Friday night,” she shrugged.

        “So soon?” he questioned. Of course, they didn’t have much time between the races, but he didn’t think she would have managed to help set up the exhibition while she was out traveling with him. Though, he knew she was a diligent woman. She must have found a way around it. 

        “Well, yeah. We’re going to have to be in Brazil by next Friday. It was the only available window, really.” 

        “And this is a sure thing already? You got it all ready while you were away?” 

        “Of course. It’s been months since my last one,” she shrugged. 

        “Wasn’t there that thing in the US around the time of the Miami Grand Prix?” he recalled how she was constantly about prior to the race weekend, busying herself with as many projects as she could accomplish in the States. 

        “No, those were just a few magazine shoots and photos for the MET,” she shook her head, “It’s just been constant magazine and promotional shoots since my last exhibit. I thought an exhibition would have been great to show off and hopefully sell a few of the newer pieces I’ve worked on.”

        “Right,” Carlos nodded in understanding, already looking forward to it, “Is the space for your exhibit ready?” 

        “Yes, and I’ve already got the prints ready to be framed,” she paused, “That reminds me, there’s one photo of you that I want to use in the exhibit, but I need your consent.” 

        “Me?” 

        “Of course,” she rolled her eyes as though it were the most obvious statement, “My best work always seems to revolve around you.” 

        “Depends, does it look bad?” 

        “When have I ever taken a bad photo of you?” she quirked a brow at him as his gaze danced over to his phone’s screen. She scoffed, “If that was a bad photo, you wouldn’t have kept it as your wallpaper.” 

        “But which photo is it?” Carlos questioned, though he doubted he’d be able to remember with how often she pulled her camera out to steal a few photos of him as well. 

        “That’s going to have to be my secret,” y/n shrugged, “Besides, when have I ever done you dirty with my photos?” 

        “That party in Monaco?”

        “Those pictures did me dirty too, Carlos,” she laughed, biting her lip at the memory of those hazy photos, reminiscent of the way she took photos when she was younger, but with more alcohol, “They’re never seeing the light of day.” 

        “What happened to those pictures? Did you delete them?” 

        “No, I have them stashed somewhere in case you forget to pay me for taking your photos over a race weekend,” she quipped. 

        “I was meant to pay you?” 

        “Yeah!” she exclaimed jokingly, “If those photos end up on TMZ, you only have yourself to blame.” 

        “Wait, is that a serious thing or are you still joking?” he questioned. He could never really tell with her. Photography was both her passion and her livelihood and if he was meant to be paying her, he felt bad about not giving her the proper compensation for it.

        “Of course, I was joking,” she shook her head, smiling as she rest her head against his shoulder, “Besides, you’re the one paying for the hotel and food. That’s more than enough for me.”

        “You promise?” 

        “I mean, I could really go for a free airport coffee when we get there,” she shrugged. 

        “Consider it done,” Carlos nodded, continuing on with the drive. 

        As they, along with Carlos’ cousin they met up with at the airport, were the only people who had to board the jet, they didn’t need to wait long before they were up in the clouds on their way back to Spain. 

        “Do you have anything planned before Friday?” she questioned, turning to Carlos, “Because if you need photos for your social media, I might have to sit this out.”

        “To work out the last touches to your exhibition, yes?” 

        “Yep,” she nodded.

        “Maybe I can go with you?” he offered, a small smile making its way to his face at the idea. 

        “You really don’t have to,” she shook her head. This was his time off from driving,she didn’t want him to spend it helping her out with the exhibit, “Besides, maybe you can use this time to rest a bit after all those races.” 

        “No, but I want to see the process of you forming an exhibit too,” he shrugged, “Besides, I think it might even be nice to have an episode of Don’t Blink for it.” 

        “I don’t think that’s what your fans are going to want to see, though.” 

        “No, I put what I want to on YouTube,” he insisted, “Besides, you’ve done so much for the channel too already. It’s time we dedicate an episode to you, yes?” 

        “No,” y/n shook her head, “But sure, if you figure out how to work your camera for this session, you’re more than welcome to do so.” 

        “I mean, it can’t be that hard if I have you teaching me,” he smiled in an attempt to suck up to her, “I mean it’s a long flight. We have a lot of time, still.” 

        “Yeah, okay,” she nodded, plucking the camera out from her backpack, a more portable film camera with a microphone attached to it, “It’s fairly easy. There’s this red button you just press, and when the light’s on, it means it’s recording. This screen over here is adjustable too so you could see yourself if you want to record yourself.”

        “You know, I think I’m figuring this out pretty well,” Carlos smiled proudly as he brought both he and y/n into the frame, “Hello!” 

        “Look at you, a golfer, F1 driver, and a videographer too,” she let out a smile as she waved into the camera, “Hi, everyone!” 

        “Maybe I can put this in the vlog too?” he laughed. 

        “Like an intro?” she questioned, pausing before giving a nod, “Yeah, that would be an interesting intro, I guess.” 

        “Do you think I can borrow this camera for a while when we land? Just so I can practice using it a bit more?” Carlos questioned as y/n shrugged. It wasn’t as though she had any need for a video camera outside of the work she did with Carlos for his YouTube series. 

        “Go ahead,” she smiled at him, leaning into her chair as he watched him tinker with the camera, recording random clips of random things, the camera eventually being pointed back at her as she smiled at the child-like wonder in Carlos eyes as he did so. She pulled out her camera, capturing a photo of him recording her, letting out a laugh, “You look like you’re having so much fun, I love it.” 

        “You know, this is actually kind of fun. No wonder Lando’s doing this now too,” he smiled in wonder, pointing the camera back at himself and making faces at the camera. 

        The flight was a long one and eventually, everyone fell asleep before touching down at the airport, Carlos being the first to wake up and shaking y/n awake gently, “We landed.” 

        “Oh, that’s cool,” she yawned, still hazy from her sleep.

        “Need another overpriced airport coffee?”

        “More like another overpriced airport breakfast,” she smiled, helping herself off the seat and stretching out her limbs before picking her bags up. 

        “Let’s get breakfast before I drop you off, then?” he offered.

        “You’re dropping me off too?” 

        “When did I not?” he quirked a brow at her. In their time traveling together for Formula 1, Carlos has managed to consistently keep himself in the driver’s seat when it came to them driving back home from the airport. 

        With them both too tired to have to physically enter a restaurant and dine there, the pair opted to go through a drive-thru, Carlos handing y/n over the paper bag before driving over to her apartment complex. 

        “You’re going to sort some things out for the exhibit too tomorrow, yes?” 

        “Yeah,” she nodded.

        “Should I pick you up too? It will be easier for me to help with the exhibit too and get some footage if we just go together.” 

        “If that’s what you want to do,” she smiled, fighting off the heat that rose to her cheeks, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 8?” 

        Of course,” Carlos nodded, watching as she made her way off the car and into her apartment building, waving at him before he drove back to his own home. 

        y/n spent the rest of the day making calls and such to check on what else she needed to work on when she arrived to the exhibit tomorrow. Carlos, on the other hand, had been figuring out what else it was he could do on the camera. 

        The next morning, she got dressed in something more comfortable for her to move around in as Carlos texted her that he was on his way to her apartment already. She smiled, heading down to the lobby just in time for Carlos to fetch her in his pride and joy—his Golf car. 

        “Hop on in!” he invited her, camera already up and pointed at her. 

        “Should you be driving and recording?” she quirked a brow at him. 

        “Actually, I tried to keep it on the dashboard, but it kept falling off,” Carlos stated with a laugh, “So I tried to hold on to it this whole time while steering, and it ended up with a few clips of my hand while it was on the wheel.” 

        “Can I check to see the footage?” she questioned as Carlos nodded, handing the camera over to her as she scrubbed through the recording, finding the shot Carlos was talking about, breaking out into a fit of laughter, “Carlos, that clip was chaos.”

        “What do you mean?”

        “Well, the camera was shaking while you were steering, and not to mention the fact that absolutely nothing was in focus,” she explained with a laugh as Carlos smiled over at her amusement. 

        “This is why you’re the photographer between us and I’m just the driver,” he chuckled, “Now, where do we go?”

        y/n’s exhibit was to be held at a grand gallery she often worked with. On occasion, she even sold them a few of her works as well. Carlos was familiar with the gallery; he was there for every exhibit of hers, anyway. 

        He followed her around as she was greeted by the staff, all of them elegantly dressed in black clothes, preparing to walk them through the gallery. 

        “These are the frames you requested, yes?” the attendant questioned, motioning to a few of the framed pictures already hung up on the wall. Carlos stared at them in wonder, most of the photos being ones of familiar sights to him, places they saw while out on the road. He didn’t have a clue about how it was possible, but she managed to bring more beauty to all those places. 

        “Oh, yeah, definitely,” she nodded, letting out a smile at how everything turned out. 

        “Right, and we hear you’ve set a price for all of the photos except for one? Should we get that sorted out?” 

        “Not for sale,” she shook her head, knowing exactly which photo they meant, “But yeah, I see the pegs are all placed nicely, the plaques as well look great. Do we have the food service sorted out already?” 

        “You wanted a mix of appetizers from different countries, yes?”

        “Mhm,” y/n nodded, pleased at this, “The invites were sent out already too?” 

        “Yes, there will be plenty of prominent people in attendance,” the attendant nodded as y/n found herself immersed in a conversation with the attendant, discussing everything else there was to be discussed, allowing Carlos to wander the unfinished exhibit. After all these years, he was always in a state of wonder with how well y/n did with the camera. 

        “What do you think?” she questioned, biting her lip as she eagerly awaited a verdict from the man.

        “I think I want to buy this entire exhibit,” he admitted with a small smile. 

        “You’ve got more than enough photos in your apartment,” she shook her head, recalling how she offered Carlos a photo from every exhibition she’d ever had, the frames covering his apartment as well. 

        “Well, you’re just that good,” he shrugged, eyes not leaving the photograph, giving y/n another opportunity to snap a photo of him. 

        “It’s unfair how you always look so good,” she shook her head, reviewing the photo of him on her camera and smiling, “Anyways, everything’s pretty much set. I can do everything else online again before getting a final look at everything before the exhibit opens.”

        “I mean it’s practically perfect already,” he shrugged, “Where’s that photo of me you said you were going to use?” 

        “Told you, it’s going to have to be a surprise,” she smirked proudly, as they made their way out the gallery, “Have you talked to Lando yet about whether or not he was going?”

        “Oh, right,” Carlos nodded, “He said he was going to be there, and Daniel as well? He mentioned something about how Daniel wanted to get into photography too.” 

        “That’s fun,” she nodded at the thought of the McLaren drivers coming to the gallery as well, “Let’s just hope people don’t find out there are going to be three Formula 1 drivers in attendance.”

        “I can wear a disguise, if you want,” he quipped as she laughed at the thought. 

        “And what would that even look like?” she quirked a brow at the idea, already trying to formulate what kind of disguise Carlos could come up with. 

        “I don’t know, maybe a fake mustache?” 

        “I’d want to see that, actually,” she laughed, “Maybe you should grow one when the season ends, just so I know what it would look like.” 

        “Then you’d take another one of your pictures?”

        “You know it,” she winked proudly as they made their way back into the car, Carlos dropping her off at her apartment to let her continue on with whatever she needed to get to. 

        The day before the exhibit, Carlos dropped y/n off again, but with her telling him to stay in the car. With how the gallery was practically finished at that point, he assumed it was because she would have wanted the rest of the gallery to be a surprise. 

        On opening night, though, both he and y/n were dressed in their best attire. He thought it appropriate to fetch her in a beautiful Ferrari car. Something special for that special night. 

        He didn’t know many of the people in attendance, but he knew most of them came from wealth. Seeing them take appreciation for y/n’s pieces, it was amazing to him. 

        “Before we do anything else, I want to show you something,” she explained, pulling him to a big framed photo of him, British Grand Prix trophy in hand. It was one taken in his Driver room, Carlos was far too engrossed in taking in every detail of the trophy to notice that y/n had snapped a photo of him. 

        The pair remained there for a moment, y/n watching Carlos’ expression as he continued to scan the photograph. 

        Soon enough, both Lando and Daniel arrived, their faces lighting up at the sight of y/n and Carlos. 

        “Nice place you got here,” Daniel quipped, taking in his surroundings. 

        “You took all of these?” Lando questioned, eyes growing wide with amazement at the framed photos. 

        “Yeah, while we were out on the road,” y/n shrugged. 

        “You know, maybe I should have talked to you first before I got into this photography thing,” he laughed, still amazed with everything, “Oh, and this is a picture of Carlos!” 

        “Yeah, took it after his first Grand Prix win,” she smiled proudly. At this point, both Carlos and Daniel had begun to wander around too. 

        “How’d you get this picture to look so good?” Lando questioned. Not that many photos in the driver rooms looked as great as the way this one turned out, “Come to think of it, you’ve never taken a bad picture of Carlos for his Instagram either!” 

        “I try to capture with the lens the way I see him,” she explained with a wistful smile, e/c eyes scanning over the picture once more. 

        “What does this mean?” Lando questioned, motioning over to the plaque beneath the picture, “Mi Hogar?” 

        “It means home,” she shrugged. Lando gave her a look, smiling widely at her as she backtracked, bringing herself back down to Earth, “It also helps that he always has great hair.” 

        Home was where the heart is and her home was Carlos. She knew that when she decided to travel with him. 

        Before she and Lando could talk more, y/n was approached by another person at the gallery. 

        “You know, when I asked the attendants for the price on this, they said there was no data on it,” the man explained looking over to y/n and motioning to the picture of Carlos, “So, what’s the price?” 

        “Not for sale,” y/n shook her head immediately. 

        “I can offer you—” 

        “Not for sale,” she insisted again, “You’re free to purchase any other picture in the exhibition, just not this one, my apologies.” 

        “You’re not selling it?” 

        “It feels weird to sell a picture of my best friend,” she shrugged, “I was planning on giving it to Carlos too afterwards.” 

        “Seriously, though. Everything here is unreal,” Lando nodded towards every other picture in the gallery, “You’re amazing!”

        “Thanks,” she nodded, “Enjoy the rest of the night, I’m going to go find Carlos now.” 

        The rest of the night went off without a hitch. She was informed that quite a lot of the photographs were sold as well. She gave a few words of thanks to everyone before heading back home with Carlos after that exhausting night. 

        She smiled as she scrolled through social media, having been tagged in a few posts. Smiling at a photo on lando.jpg of both her and Carlos staring up at the picture of Carlos. He must have taken it before he and Daniel came to greet them. 

        Then it was back to business for them as usual with y/n flying out with Carlos to the States to take photos of him and record him as he played golf. She then flew out with him to Brazil for the next Grand Prix. As it was the second to the last race of the season, y/n found herself busying herself with creating content. 

        “How’d you know you wanted to be with Charlotte?” Carlos found himself questioning Charles as they prepared for the upcoming practice session.

        “We were friends. Spent a lot of time together too,” Charles shrugged, “At some point, I realized I didn’t want to leave for races anymore. Not without her, mate.” 

        “Oh,” Carlos paused, “Oh!” 

        It was only at that moment that it finally hit him. The only thing he could do was to rush for his laptop and hurry along with finishing up what he was starting with. Some time in the night, he finished. And his immediate idea was to send her a message, asking her to head over to his hotel room. 

        “You know, it’s a bit late for you to ask to hang out,” y/n laughed.

        “Knew you would have been awake anyway,” he shrugged, “But I uh, I finished editing the episode.” 

        “You edited it yourself?”

        “No, I had an editor work on most of it,” he chuckled awkwardly, “I added a few things in it I want you to see, though.” 

        The video started with a clip of them on the plane, just as the pair had discussed. It was only then she realized that he’d looked at her with such brightness in his brown eyes. Had she noticed then, maybe she would have taken a photo of him as well. 

        Rather than a usual montage of clips taken at an event, she took note of how the intro consisted of different photographs of both she and Carlos over the years, some taken by her, some taken by other people. A few of the photos were taken by photographers in the paddock, some of these being the more recent ones. 

        It brought a smile to her face, the way Carlos took the time to collect these pictures of them. 

        Then the video cut to a clip of Carlos in the car, wearing the same clothes he’d worn prior to fetching her for their first visit to the gallery. 

        “y/n, you’re probably only going to see this when the video goes up,” he started off, smiling into the camera, “But I want to tell you I’m so so proud of you, I mean, another exhibit! And also, I want to say thank you for still being by my side after all your successes and traveling with me.” 

        “Anyways, I’m really happy to see you doing what you love to do all the time. It brings a smile to my face, honestly,” he smiled, “I’m happy to see you so in your element every time. Thank you in advance…well, delay? For letting me be part of this special event.” 

        “You’re making me tear up,” she smiled, eyes going red as she wiped a tear from her eyes at the sweet tribute. 

        The video went along to play a series of clips Carlos took throughout the week alluding to the exhibition, Carlos constantly shown smiling in wonder as he looked around at the framed photos. 

        She thought the video would have ended with the clip of them, both tired in his Ferrari after the night of the exhibit. 

        To her surprise, it was followed up by a clip of Carlos in his driver room, perhaps shot previously just between the practice session. 

        “y/n, hi,” he mumbled, “I wanted to get you to see this as soon as possible, but I really do want to talk for a moment about how, after all these years, I’m so so thankful to have you in my life, and I was very happy to celebrate another exhibit with you. Also, I’m thankful to have you celebrating with me and being there for me after races.” 

        Carlos took a deep breath, “I want to have you in my life for so much longer. But I don’t want you in my life as just my friend. y/n, I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize this, but I want to be there for every high and every low. I want to be there for you and the man you love. I love you, y/n l/n.” 

        And then the video cut out. y/n looked over to Carlos, her jaw hanging open widely as she brought her hands to her mouth, “Carlos, do you mean it?” 

        “I love you, y/n,” he admitted, his brown eyes piercing into hers, an apprehensive look on his face. They were both silent for a moment before the click of a camera echoed through the room. 

        “I love the way you look when you say that,” she admitted bashfully, a sure smile on her face, “And I love you, Carlos Sainz.” 

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