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[ssa-dado]

2 - Early Birds

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint

Summary: Two weeks in, the excitement of your first case had faded, and you found yourself handling simpler cases while learning from senior team members. You aimed to prove yourself, arriving early each day, only to find Hotch always there before you. This sparked a playful rivalry and connection between you two. Hotch recognized your determination to earn your place, and your insights on a cold case led to a field mission together. Through this growing mutual respect, your dynamic evolved into a partnership with unspoken mentorship.

Warnings: Usual CM case stuff described in detail, Hotch being a jokester, Rossi being iconic as always, no Gideon though.

Word Count: 4.4k words

Dado's Corner: Trying my best not to write reader looking at "Hotch's muscles reaping through his tight shirt", and limit the emotional description that both of them feel because stupid me wanted to write a slow burn. They are so cute though, c'mon. Also I wanted to point out that both of them basically know nothing about each other outside of work (their family, their past, if they're dating someone...👀). And yes, that is very deliberate, hihi.

part one ; part three

Two weeks had passed, and the initial rush of excitement that had accompanied your first case with the team was starting to settle. You weren’t paired up with Hotch, Rossi, or Gideon for any of your most recent cases anymore - not that you expected to be.

The more straightforward cases were often left to the younger or less experienced agents, which included you, as frustrating as it sometimes felt. Still, you were learning, absorbing everything you could from your new other colleagues, even though part of you itched to be working on the more complex cases that the senior team members handled, mostly because they were the ones who were allowed to travel all across the country.

You wandered how they expected you to go back to work after the big rush you felt after that first case, although it was probably intentional – an unspoken invite - if you continued to keep up with your works, maybe you would be allowed to join the big boys club again. The placement of your desk, didn’t help you at all to keep those thoughts out of your head, as it was situated right in front of Hotch’s, and constantly gave you an unobstructed view of his work.

It was yet another reminder of what you 'could have been doing' disguised as a neatly arranged workspace with case files that seemed far more complicated and intriguing than the ones you were currently dealing with. Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of him leaning over one of his meticulous reports or reviewing photos, his focus so intense it was hard not to feel a twinge of jealousy.

But you immediately learnt Hotch was nothing if not organized, and despite your best efforts to sneak a peek at the cases he was working on, he always kept his desk so perfectly neat that you could never quite make out any of the details… which only made you even more curious.

So you started coming to the office earlier each day, driven by a fierce determination to prove yourself and earn a spot on the senior team. You knew your skills were valuable, but without more field experience, you needed to find other ways to stand out. Arriving early became your way of showing commitment, a quiet but persistent demonstration that you were ready whenever the team needed you.

However, your plans to impress were unknowingly thwarted by one person: Hotch himself.

No matter how early you arrived, he was always there before you, settled at his desk with a steaming cup of the bitter government-office coffee in hand, already absorbed in his work.

His calm presence, bathed in the soft glow of the early morning light, became a familiar sight. It almost felt like he was deliberately keeping the upper hand, showing you that no matter how early you came in, he would always beat you to it. This routine repeated so frequently that it turned into a sort of unspoken ritual: arriving to find Hotch already deep in thought, sharing those first moments of the day completely in silence. Sometimes, you'd exchange a nod, and if you were feeling particularly bold, a brief smile of acknowledgment to him. Those quiet mornings became the closest thing you would ever have to connecting with someone from the senior team.

One particular morning, you arrived earlier than ever, determined that this would finally be the day you beat Hotch to the office. You slipped into your chair, a triumphant smile spreading across your face at the sight of his empty desk. For once, you were ready to enjoy the small victory of being there first. But before you could even settle into your morning routine, Hotch strolled in with an infuriatingly composed air, as if this were all part of some game only he knew the rules to.

"Early again, I see," Hotch said, setting his bag down with a casualness that suggested he wasn’t bothered in the slightest by your efforts.

You smirked, trying to hide the disappointment of losing yet again, and fired back, "What can I say? I like to get a head start on the day."

Hotch gave a small nod as he took his seat, already opening a case file. "I noticed," he replied in his dry, signature tone. "Maybe next time you’ll actually beat me to the office."

Your eyes widened slightly; it was embarrassing how easily he had read your unspoken intentions, as if your competitive spirit was as obvious as the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. Still, you couldn’t let him have the last word. Leaning back in your chair, you matched his teasing tone. "Is that a challenge?"

Hotch didn’t look up from his file, but you caught the subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth, as though he was fighting back a smile. "If it were a challenge, you'd know it."

The next day, determined to prove a point, you arrived even earlier, practically at the crack of dawn. You felt a surge of pride when you saw Hotch’s empty desk. You sat down, arranging your papers with a satisfied grin when you heard the door creak open. Hotch strolled in, holding his coffee and glancing at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you sleep here?" Hotch asked, his voice edged with amusement as he took in your determined expression.

"Thought I’d enjoy the office without the competition," you quipped, not missing a beat. "But I guess I was wrong."

Hotch set his coffee down, glancing at his watch pointedly. "Maybe try five minutes earlier tomorrow."

You laughed softly, shaking your head. If it weren’t for the pile of files on top of your desk you would probably search down the office looking for the secret bunker he had to use to hide in. "Maybe I will."

As the days passed, this playful rivalry grew, turning your early arrivals into a daily test of wills. You found yourself not just trying to beat Hotch to the office but eagerly anticipating your quiet battle of wits, moments where the two of you just coexisted in a space of mutual respect and silent competition. You found yourself noticing the little things, like the way he meticulously organized his desk, his unspoken but obvious disdain for the office coffee, and the way his focus never wavered, even when he knew you were watching. And though Hotch rarely let anything slip, you could tell he was enjoying it too.

One morning, you brought in coffee from a nearby café, one of the good ones, and set it on your desk with a pointed look at Hotch’s usual cup of the bitter office brew.

"Upgrading already?" Hotch asked, eyeing the cup with faint interest.

"Figured if I’m going to keep coming in early, I might as well treat myself," you said, lifting the cup slightly in a mock toast.

Hotch nodded thoughtfully. "Smart. Too bad I didn’t think of it first."

You raised an eyebrow, your tone playful. "I’ll grab you one next time. Wouldn’t want you to lose your edge."

Hotch smirked, his expression a rare mix of humor and challenge. "I’ll hold you to that."

Rossi, who often strolled in a bit later with his own cup of coffee, couldn’t help but notice the budding rivalry. One morning, as you and Hotch exchanged your usual nods, Rossi ambled by with a bemused smile tugging at his lips.

"I’ve gotta say," Rossi began, glancing between you and Hotch, "this little routine of yours is the most entertaining part of my mornings. Hotch, are you ever going to let her win?"

Hotch glanced up, his face the picture of neutrality, but his eyes held a glimmer of amusement. "I’m just here to work, Dave," he replied smoothly, as if your ongoing game wasn’t the highlight of his mornings too.

"Sure you are," Rossi said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He turned to you with a knowing wink. "Keep at it, Y/N. Sooner or later, you might get him to crack."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at your lips. "I’m working on it."

Rossi leaned closer to you with a knowing grin. “I’ve seen people try to get through to him for years. Don’t lose hope. You might be the one to break the streak.”

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," you said with a chuckle, but his words resonated more than you let on.

The rivalry wasn’t just about who got to the office first anymore; it was about pushing each other in subtle ways. Hotch would occasionally leave a file slightly more open than usual, tempting you to sneak a glance. Sometimes, you’d leave your notes on display, knowing he’d catch something you were working on. These little tests became part of your dynamic, an unspoken way of challenging each other to be sharper, to think more critically.

One morning, you arrived to find a sticky note on your desk, written in Hotch’s neat handwriting: “Nice try. Better luck tomorrow.”

You laughed, shaking your head and scribbling a quick reply, sticking it to his coffee mug: “Don’t get too comfortable.”

As the day progressed, you found yourself lost in your work, occasionally sneaking glances at Hotch as he meticulously reviewed a series of photographs from his latest case. It was during one of these moments, late in the morning when the bullpen was nearly empty, as most of the other agents had just left for their lunch break, that you caught sight of a specific photograph that Hotch had been studying. It was upside down from your perspective, but something about the positioning of the victim caught your eye. You glanced at Hotch, who was fully absorbed in his work, before you shifted your gaze back to the image.

You couldn’t help yourself. "Hotch?" you called out tentatively, trying to sound casual.

He didn’t look up from the file, his voice as calm and collected as always. "Yes?"

"That case you’re working on... the one with the body positioned against the wall?" You gestured subtly toward the photo.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of curiosity in them now. "What about it?" Thankfully he was so desperate he didn’t even call out on you snooping on his files.

You leaned forward a little, glancing between him and the photo. "Well... I couldn’t help but notice something about the victim’s posture. It looks deliberate, almost ritualistic, but there’s a subtle tension in the arms. It feels like... he wasn’t posed post-mortem. What if he was still alive when the unsub placed him in that position?"

Hotch’s brows furrowed slightly as he considered your words. He leaned back in his chair and studied the photograph again, his focus intensifying. After a moment, he glanced back at you. "Go on."

Feeling a little more confident now, you continued. "If the unsub posed him while he was still alive, it means he’s not just seeking control after death, he’s enjoying the power he holds over his victims while they’re still conscious. That could point to a different kind of psychological profile. It’s not just about domination or display; it’s about interaction. He needs to see their fear."

Hotch’s lips pressed into a thin line as he processed your theory, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head, coming unstuck for the first time. Then, to your surprise, he gave a slow nod. "You might be onto something."

You blinked, not expecting such an immediate acknowledgment. "Really?"

He leaned forward, quickly scribbling a note in the margin of his case file. "It changes how we look at his escalation pattern. If he’s interacting with them before death, it suggests a different type of compulsion." His gaze flicked back to you, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes, though it was still masked by his usual stoic demeanor. "Good catch."

You felt a small surge of pride at his words, then you caught Rossi, who had been hovering nearby with his coffee, heard the exchange and couldn’t help but smirk. "Looks like you’ve got some competition, Hotch."

Hotch glanced at Rossi, his expression barely changing. "I’m always up for a challenge."

Rossi chuckled, clearly amused by the dynamic between you two. "This ought to be fun to watch."

Later that day, while you were both in the kitchenette grabbing some burnt bitter coffee, Hotch broke the silence. "You know, Rossi’s not wrong. I’ve worked with a lot of people, and not many would speak up the way you do."

You looked up, surprised by his sudden candor. "I guess I’m just stubborn."

"That’s not always a bad thing," Hotch said, his voice softer than usual. "It’s how you learn."

You shared a quiet smile before the moment passed, and you both returned to your desks. But it lingered, this newfound sense of mutual respect.

As the day drew to a close, you were working through your own case files, reviewing behavioral patterns for a consultation you’d been asked to give. It wasn’t as high-stakes as Hotch’s case, but it still somehow puzzled you. You were working through the details when you heard Hotch’s chair scrape against the floor as he stood up.

"You’ve been staring at that file for hours," he observed, walking around his desk to stand beside yours. "Something bothering you about it?"

You glanced up, caught slightly off-guard by his sudden attention. "It’s just... I’m having trouble piecing together the unsub’s motivations. The crime scenes are chaotic, impulsive. But then there are these little moments of control. It’s not adding up." You blurt out

Hotch studied the pages you had spread across your desk, his eyes scanning over the crime scene photos and notes. After a moment, he pointed at one of the reports. "The pattern of escalation doesn’t match with someone who lacks control. Look here." He tapped the page. "The victims all lived within a few miles of each other, but the attacks are spaced out by months. He’s controlling his impulses, waiting for the right moment."

You leaned forward, following his train of thought. "So he’s picking his moments carefully, but when he acts, it’s chaotic."

"Exactly," Hotch confirmed. "The chaos is part of his release. But the periods of waiting, of planning - that’s where his real control lies. He’s not impulsive, he’s deliberate. You’re dealing with someone who needs the build-up almost as much as the act itself."

A lightbulb went off in your head. "Which means the chaos at the crime scenes isn’t a lack of control: it’s the goal. It’s what he’s been working up to."

Hotch nodded, clearly satisfied with where the conversation had led, finally making you become unstuck. "Now you’re thinking like a profiler."

You smiled at his words, "Thanks for the help. I guess I owe you one”

Hotch’s expression remained neutral, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "I’ll remember that."

The rest of the evening passed in a comfortable silence, both of you working on your respective cases. But every now and then, your eyes would meet across the desks, and you couldn’t help but feel that there was now starting to be an unspoken understanding between you now, built by your small moments of banter.

Suddenly, as the clock neared midnight, Hotch spoke up again. "You should get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be another long day."

You chuckled softly, packing up your files. "You always say that, but you never seem to take your own advice."

He gave you a rare, brief smile. "Someone has to keep an eye on you."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "Is that what this is? You’re secretly just keeping tabs on me?”

"Something like that," Hotch replied, his tone dry but not unkind. "Besides, you’ve been sneaking glances at my case files all day."

You bit back a laugh. "Caught red-handed."

Hotch crossed his arms, though there was no real accusation in his voice. "Next time, just ask. I might let you take a look."

You smirked. "I’ll hold you to that."

As you both gathered your things and headed for the door, you glanced at him one last time. "See you tomorrow, early bird."

Hotch gave you a knowing look. "We’ll see who gets here first."

The next morning, when you arrived at the office, Hotch was already there, of course. But this time, as you approached your desk, you noticed something new. A fresh file, placed neatly on top of your papers, with a small note attached.

"For your curiosity. - Hotch"

You couldn’t help but grin as you opened the file and began to read.

You opened the file carefully, half-expecting it to be another mundane consultation, but no. The more you read, the more it drew you in: it was a cold case, one with a string of victims found in seemingly random locations but with similar grim injuries. Each one had been reported missing for weeks before their bodies were found posed in open fields. There was something about the methodical yet personal nature of the kills that stood out.

The file indicated that the team hadn’t cracked this one yet, and the investigation had stalled. Hotch was likely trying to see if you could spot something they hadn’t. You glanced across the bullpen at him, just coming back from the kitchenette holding a cup of coffee. His face was unreadable, but you could sense that this was a test, not in a malicious way, but in his own way of pushing you to think bigger, to trust your instincts.

You spent the rest of the morning poring over the details, making notes, and jotting down ideas. Something wasn’t clicking, there was no clear pattern in the victim’s personal lives. They weren’t all the same age, gender, or background. But then something Hotch had said to you while yesterday helping you on your consultation echoed in your mind.

"The chaos is part of his release. The periods of waiting, of planning, that’s where his real control lies."

You took another long look at the victims, and then it clicked. They weren’t random. The locations, the way the bodies were posed, they weren’t haphazard at all. It was a pattern, but not one based on the victims themselves. It was based on where they were found.

Without realizing it, you stood up from your chair and made your way over to Hotch’s desk. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow as you approached.

"Got something?" he asked, setting his pen down.

You handed him the file, unable to hide the excitement in your voice. "It’s not about the victims. It’s about the locations. They’re all near bodies of water—rivers, lakes, even a man-made pond. I think the unsub’s been using these locations as part of his ritual."

Hotch’s eyes narrowed as he flipped through the file, his expression becoming more focused. "Bodies of water... it’s symbolic. Cleansing, rebirth."

"Exactly," you said, feeling the pieces fall into place. "He’s not just dumping the bodies. He’s placing them there, almost like he’s trying to wash away something. Maybe guilt, maybe some twisted idea of purification."

Hotch leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That changes things. If he’s choosing these locations deliberately, we can use that to predict where he might strike next."

You nodded, excitement building. "There are three other bodies of water in the same radius where the previous victims were found. If we stake those out, we might catch him before he strikes again."

Hotch studied you for a moment, and for a brief second, you felt a flicker of self-doubt. Had you jumped the gun? But then, his lips curved ever so slightly into a small, approving smile.

"Good work," he said simply, and that was all you needed to hear.

Little did you know that the next day, you surprisingly found yourself riding in the SUV with Hotch, heading toward one of the potential strike zones you’d identified. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the landscape as the two of you drove in comfortable silence.

"I didn’t expect to be heading into the field this soon," you admitted after a while, breaking the silence. "Especially not with you."

Hotch glanced at you from the driver’s seat, his expression as calm as ever. "Let’s say your early mornings finally paid off. Besides, you saw something we didn’t, that’s exactly why you’re here."

The compliment caught you off guard, and you weren’t sure how to respond. Instead, you focused on the task at hand. "I just hope we’re right about the unsub coming back here."

"We are," Hotch said with a certainty that made you feel more confident. "He’ll be back. It’s part of his pattern now."

You spent the next few hours staking out the area, watching as the quiet evening slowly turned into night. The stillness of the surroundings, combined with the anticipation of the chase, made every small sound feel 10 times louder than it actually was. You and Hotch barely spoke, but the tension in the air wasn’t uncomfortable, it was rather a focused kind of tension, the kind that comes with knowing you’re close to a breakthrough.

Hotch glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his usual stoic demeanor softening just a bit. “You know,” he started all of a sudden, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I’ve been meaning to ask, did all those philosophy books you read in college inspire you to show up so early every morning? Is that where your existential rivalry with me started?”

Of course he had to poke fun at you again for your philosophy degree just when all the rest of your coworkers recently found out it wasn’t your only personality trait. “Philosophy books? Really? That’s where you’re going with this?”

“I mean, you’ve got that whole ‘deep thinker, rise-before-the-sun’ vibe going." He said with a deeper than usual mocking tone trying to simulate a hippie "I just assumed you were contemplating the meaning of life every morning before anyone else got to the office.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Yeah, that’s it. All those Nietzsche and Sartre quotes really got me fired up to beat you to the office every day. And here I thought you just couldn’t get enough of the terrible coffee.”

Hotch chuckled, his eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to scan the darkening landscape. “That’s part of it. But I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to keep at it for this long. Most people would’ve given up.”

You shrugged, playing it cool. “Maybe I just like a challenge. And it’s not every day you get to try and beat the infamous Aaron Hotchner at something.”

Hotch almost sounded surprised as soon as his full name escaped your lips but then his tone shifted slightly, more serious now, though still laced with that dry humor. “I know why you started showing up early.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden change in tone. “Oh? Enlighten me, then.”

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze still fixed ahead, but his voice softened. “You wanted to prove yourself - to show that you were ready for more, especially to us senior profilers. You’ve got that drive, that need to show that you belong, and you wanted to earn your place, not just be handed it.” He glanced at you then, his expression more open than usual. “And I noticed it from the first time you walked in early, thinking you’d catch me off guard.”

You felt a mix of surprise and embarrassment; you hadn’t expected him to see through you so easily. “I… well, yeah. I guess I didn’t hide it as well as I thought.”

Hotch’s smile was small but genuine. “You didn’t have to hide it. You’ve got the skill; you just needed the chance to show it. And you’ve been doing that every day since.”

You nodded, feeling a strange mix of validation and warmth from his words. “Thanks, Hotch. I guess I just… didn’t want to be the newbie forever.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “You’re not. And you’ve more than earned your place here, I wouldn’t have escorted you here to sit in my car for 4 hours straight otherwise.” He paused, his eyes returning to the scene outside. “But don’t think I’m going to let you win the next morning race.”

You grinned, the familiar competitive spark reigniting. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

It wasn’t until the early hours of the evening, just when you were beginning to wonder if you’d missed something, that Hotch’s hand suddenly shot up, motioning for you to stay still. You followed his gaze, and there - just barely visible through the trees - was a figure moving toward the water’s edge, dragging something behind them.

The adrenaline surged through you as you and Hotch exchanged a quick glance, silently confirming what you both knew. This was it.

Moving as quietly as possible, the two of you approached, your hearts pounding in sync as you drew closer to the unsub. He hadn’t noticed you yet, too focused on his ritual as he began positioning the body at the water’s edge.

"FBI!" Hotch’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding.

The unsub froze, and for a split second, you thought he might run. But instead, he dropped to his knees, hands raised, as if surrendering to the inevitable.

You and Hotch moved in quickly, securing him before he had a chance to change his mind. As you handcuffed the unsub, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of triumph and exhaustion.

Back at the office, the energy was different. You felt you weren’t just the youngest on the team anymore. You’d proven yourself, and even though Hotch didn’t say much, you could feel the shift in how he treated you. There was more trust, more recognition of your abilities.

The next morning, when you arrived at the office, Hotch was already there, of course. But this time, as you approached your desk, you noticed another file waiting for you, along with a familiar note.

"For your next challenge. - Hotch"

You couldn’t help but grin as you picked up the file, feeling the anticipation build once more. The friendly rivalry between you was still there, but now it felt like something more - a mentorship? Partnership? Definitely there was a shared respect.

As you glanced over at Hotch, already deep in thought at his desk, you felt a sense of belonging settle over you. Even if you weren’t part of the dreaded senior team just yet as you were still earning your place every day. Although you felt that with Hotch’s guidance, you knew you’d only get better.

"Let’s see what you’ve got for me this time," you muttered to yourself with a smile, flipping open the new file and diving back into the world of profiling.

And maybe, just maybe, Hotch was enjoying this as much as you were.

[reidmarieprentiss]

Bridges to Belonging

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Summary: Y/n needed a new gig to bring in a little extra cash while she finished her PhD research at the hospital. The Hotchners are looking for a nanny for their infant son, Jack.

Spencer is not in this part, just introducing Y/n to the team!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: Backstory

Warnings/Includes: none!

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: hi!! i am so back in my spencer reid shit it is insane. here goes me writing a self indulgent fanfic because i can't get this idea out of my head. let me know what you think!!

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Washington, D.C. - Spring 2005

The small conference room at the hospital was dimly lit, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Y/n L/n sat at the long table, reviewing her notes for her dissertation on child psychology. The hospital had been her second home for the past few years, a place where she could immerse herself in her research while pursuing her passion for helping children. 

As she packed up her things, her phone buzzed with a text message from a friend, forwarding a job listing. 

*Nanny needed for newborn. Reliable, experienced, and patient. Contact Haley Hotchner at [xxx-xxx-xxxx].*

Y/n considered the opportunity, her mind calculating the benefits of having some extra income while she completed her PhD. Besides, she loved working with children. After a moment’s thought, she dialed the number.

“Hello, this is Haley Hotchner,” a warm voice answered.

“Hi, Haley, my name is Y/n L/n. I’m calling about the nanny position. I’m currently finishing my PhD in psychology and have experience working with children,” Y/n explained, her voice steady but hopeful.

“Wonderful! We’re looking for someone who can become part of our family, especially with Aaron’s demanding job. Can we meet for an interview?” Haley asked, her tone inviting and sincere.

“Of course, I’d love to,” Y/n replied, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect.

---

Y/n arrived at the Hotchner residence a week later, it was a quaint home in a quiet neighborhood. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, smoothing her hair as she waited. The door opened to reveal a smiling Haley Hotchner, holding a sleeping baby in her arms.

“You must be Y/n! Come in, please,” Haley greeted her warmly.

As Y/n stepped inside, she felt an immediate sense of comfort and belonging. The home was cozy, filled with family photos and the soft scent of baby powder. 

Haley led Y/n to the living room, where Aaron Hotchner sat, looking relaxed in casual clothes, a stark contrast to his usual suits. He stood to shake her hand, his demeanor polite and welcoming.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n,” Aaron said, his handshake firm but friendly. “Haley has told me good things about you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hotchner. It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Y/n replied, smiling as she sat down.

“Please, call me Aaron,” he insisted, exchanging a glance with Haley.

The interview was less formal than Y/n had anticipated. Aaron and Haley asked her about her studies, her experience with children, and her aspirations. She, in turn, learned about their lives, Aaron’s work with the FBI, and their hopes for raising Jack in a loving environment.

“We’re really looking for someone who can be a part of Jack’s life as he grows,” Haley explained, gently rocking Jack in her arms. “Someone we can trust.”

Y/n nodded, feeling a connection with the couple. “I’d love to be that person. Working with children is my passion, and I think I could learn a lot from Jack, too.”

Aaron smiled, looking at Haley before turning back to Y/n. “We’d like to offer you the position, Y/n. If you will take it, we want to welcome you to the family.”

Y/n beamed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Thank you, Aaron, Haley. I promise to do my best for Jack and your family.”

---

Over the next two years, Y/n became an integral part of the Hotchner household. She cared for Jack with a dedication that went beyond her job description, forming a bond with the infant that was almost maternal. She found herself spending evenings with Haley, talking about life, love, and dreams. Aaron, despite his demanding job, always made time to catch up with Y/n, appreciating her insight into Jack’s development and her ability to connect with people. As Jack neared his second birthday, Y/n knew her time as his nanny was coming to an end. He was ready to start preschool, and she had secured a position at the hospital as a child psychologist. Yet, leaving the Hotchners felt like leaving a part of her own family. 

On her last day as Jack’s nanny, Y/n sat in the backyard with Haley, watching Jack play in the autumn leaves.

“We’re going to miss you, Y/n,” Haley said, her voice tinged with sadness. “You’re like a sister to us.”

Y/n smiled, touched by Haley’s words. “I’m going to miss you all too. You’ve been my family here.”

Haley nodded, tears in her eyes. “Promise you’ll visit? Jack will need his Aunt Y/n around.”

“Always,” Y/n promised, her heart full. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

---

Life moved on, but Y/n never lost touch with the Hotchners. She visited often, spending time with Jack as he grew into a lively toddler. Her work at the hospital kept her busy, but she cherished the moments she could steal away to see them.

One evening, as she was leaving the hospital, her phone buzzed with a text from Aaron.

We’re going out for drinks to celebrate a closed case. Care to join us?

Y/n smiled at the invitation, feeling a warmth at the thought of seeing Aaron and meeting his team. She quickly replied.

I’d love to! Where should I meet you?

---

Y/n walked into the bar, scanning the room for a familiar face. She spotted Aaron standing with a group of people, all engaged in animated conversation. 

As she approached, Aaron waved her over, a rare smile on his usually serious face.

“Y/n! Glad you could make it,” Aaron greeted, introducing her to the team. “Everyone, this is Y/n L/n. She used to be Jack’s nanny and is basically family.”

Y/n smiled and waved, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “Hi, everyone! It’s great to meet you all.”

Penelope Garcia, the team’s tech-savvy and flamboyant analyst, immediately stepped forward, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Oh my gosh, I love your outfit! Finally, someone who appreciates the art of pink as much as I do!”

Y/n laughed, relieved by Penelope’s enthusiasm and excited to have her brand new top appreciated. “Thank you! I knew I’d find a kindred spirit.”

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, the team’s communications liaison, offered a warm handshake. “Aaron’s told us a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet the woman who kept him sane during those early days.”

“Glad to be here,” Y/n replied, feeling welcomed.

Emily Prentiss, with her confident and approachable demeanor, chimed in. “So, you survived being a Hotchner family member? You deserve a medal.”

Y/n grinned, appreciating the camaraderie. “It wasn’t so bad. I’m just glad I didn’t have to deal with any of Aaron’s work stress.”

Derek Morgan, the charming and confident agent, leaned back with a smirk. “If you ever want to switch from psychology to profiling, we could use someone with your skills.”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “I’ll leave the profiling to you guys. I’m happy helping kids find their way.”

David Rossi, the seasoned agent with a love for fine wine and stories, raised his glass in a toast. “To new friends and old family.”

Y/n joined in the toast, feeling a sense of belonging with this eclectic group. As the night wore on, she found herself bonding with each team member, sharing stories and laughter. They talked about everything from childhood dreams to favorite music, forming connections that would last beyond this night.

As the evening wound down, Derek leaned over with a grin. “You’ll have to meet our boy wonder next time. Spencer’s a little shy, but I have a feeling you two would get along.”

Y/n nodded, intrigued by the prospect of another lively team member to add to her seemingly growing list of friends. “I’d like that. I’ve heard a lot about him.”

Emily chimed in, a playful glint in her eyes. “Spencer’s one of a kind. You’ll see what we mean.”

[aspenmissing]

Hey this is very specific but could you write viktor + any characters you wish with an reader with ichthyophobia? (Fear of fish)

I know its very uncommon and it sometimes make me feel stupid for fearing this animal, but its the eyes y'know? It makes me panic

ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰɪꜱʜʏ ꜰɪꜱʜʏ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ|| 6654 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɪᴄʜᴛʜʏᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ, ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪꜱʜ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴀʀ! ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ!

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

JAYCE

Y/N had always kept her fears hidden. Most people wouldn't even know she had them. But deep down, there was one thing that haunted her: fish. Not just any fish—large ones, small ones, fish with scales that shimmered, with eyes that seemed too knowing. It was a fear she couldn't explain, a phobia that had plagued her ever since childhood, but she managed to avoid it as best as she could. Until that day.

The sun was setting over Piltover, casting a warm golden hue over the city. Jayce had invited Y/N to join him for dinner at a newly opened restaurant that had been getting rave reviews. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, a rare moment for the two of them to relax and enjoy a meal together, away from the pressures of their work at the Academy. It was a chance to unwind, to share time away from their responsibilities—just the two of them.

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As they walked into the elegant dining hall, the scent of fresh seafood wafted through the air. Y/N felt her stomach twist into knots. She looked around the large room, noticing the massive tanks filled with various kinds of fish, their glimmering bodies swimming lazily beneath the water. The sight, the movement, the flickering scales—it all made her heart race.

"Wow, this place looks amazing," Jayce said, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the stunning décor. "I heard their seafood is top-notch. I know you're not picky, but I think you'll really enjoy it."

Y/N forced a smile, trying to ignore the growing unease in her chest. She couldn’t let Jayce know, not yet. She had always been good at hiding things, especially fears that didn’t make sense to anyone else. As they were led to their table, her eyes darted around the room, unable to avoid the fish tanks any longer. She felt her heart rate increase, her breath growing shallow. The sound of water splashing softly in the background only made things worse.

The waiter ushered them to their seats, and Y/N sat down, careful not to let her unease show. But she could feel the coolness of the glass tank against her back, the fish gliding through the water, their eyes seeming to follow her every movement. She tried to focus on the menu, but the flickering shadows of the tanks kept drawing her gaze.

"Is everything okay?" Jayce asked, his voice soft and filled with concern. He was looking at her now, his brow furrowed in that way he always did when he sensed something was off. He reached for his glass of water, but his gaze remained fixed on her, searching for any signs of discomfort.

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to steady herself. Her throat felt dry, and she had to remind herself to breathe. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to focus on the menu in front of her, but her mind kept drifting back to the tanks, to the fish... their eyes.

Jayce was quiet for a moment, his gaze never leaving her. He wasn’t convinced. The silence between them stretched, but it was a warm kind of silence—like the pause before a storm, a stillness full of unspoken understanding.

"You’re not fine," he finally said, his voice gentle but firm. "I can tell. You’ve been quiet since we sat down, and your hands—" He looked at her hands on the table. They were trembling ever so slightly, but it didn’t go unnoticed. "Y/N, what’s going on?"

Y/N froze. She had been trying to push the fear down, to keep it buried where it belonged, but the weight of Jayce’s gaze and his words made it harder to ignore. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a shaky breath. "I... I have a fear of fish," she admitted, the words coming out in a rush. "Ichthyophobia. I know it sounds silly, but... I can't help it. I can't even look at them for too long without feeling like I’m suffocating."

Jayce’s expression softened, the lines of worry smoothing out as he processed her words. His hand moved across the table slowly, gently reaching for hers. He took her hand in his, his touch grounding, warm. He squeezed it reassuringly. "It's not silly," he said softly, his voice filled with understanding. "It makes sense, really. I should’ve realized sooner. You’ve always been so strong, and I guess I missed the signs." He lowered his gaze for a second, regret creeping into his voice. "I’m sorry for not noticing before."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. It was such a simple thing—his understanding, his care—but it meant more to her than she could express. Most people would have laughed, brushed it off, or even worse, dismissed her fear as trivial. But Jayce... he didn’t. He didn’t make her feel small for something so deeply ingrained in her, something that she had struggled with her entire life.

"You don't have to stay here," Jayce continued, his voice warm and steady. "If you’re not comfortable, we can go somewhere else. We can grab something to eat at my place if you'd prefer that. I don’t want you to feel trapped. I just want you to feel okay."

Y/N looked at him, her heart swelling with gratitude. The tenderness in his eyes, the way he looked at her like she mattered—it made everything feel a little easier. She blinked away the sudden rush of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.

“I didn’t want to ruin the evening,” she said, her voice small.

Jayce shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "You haven’t ruined anything, Y/N. It’s just dinner, and we can make it better. We’ll figure something out, together." His words held a promise, and his hand on hers felt like an anchor.

With a soft sigh, Y/N managed a small smile. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

He smiled back, his eyes warm. "I’m glad I’m here too." He signaled to the waiter, who was still waiting nearby, and gave a brief apology as they prepared to leave. Jayce’s hand never left hers as they stood up, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel the weight of his support, as though she wasn’t carrying this burden alone anymore.

As they stepped out into the cool evening air, the city lights flickered around them, and Y/N let out a deep breath, feeling lighter than she had in hours. She had always thought that facing her fears alone was the only way, but with Jayce beside her, she realized that she didn’t have to.

They didn’t need fancy dinners or luxurious restaurants to enjoy themselves. They just needed each other. And in that moment, Y/N knew that, no matter what happened, as long as Jayce was by her side, she could face anything—even the deepest fears.

VIKTOR

The sun had barely risen, casting a soft, golden hue over Piltover's bustling streets. You and Viktor had just finished a meeting at the Academy, and now, you were walking down one of the many avenues toward the market. Viktor leaned on his cane, his leg brace clicking faintly with each step. Despite the visible signs of the difficulty in his gait, he moved with a quiet grace, always steady, always precise. Over the years, you had come to admire the way Viktor handled his struggles, never letting them define him, always pushing forward.

“I think I may have found something for your next project,” Viktor said with a spark of excitement in his voice. “A new component for the energy converter—more efficient than what we’re currently using. It should help reduce the power fluctuations we’ve been experiencing.”

You smiled up at him, appreciating his eagerness. Viktor’s mind was always racing, his thoughts constantly moving forward, thinking of ways to make the world around him better. It was something you admired deeply, the way his passion for progress never wavered.

“You’re always thinking ahead, aren’t you?” you teased, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

He chuckled softly, though there was a hint of pride in his eyes. “I have to keep the world moving forward. It’s the only way we can truly make a difference.”

As the two of you rounded a corner, the familiar scent of the fish market hit you. At first, it was just a faint trace in the air, but as you drew closer, the pungent odor of salt and seaweed filled your senses. It was overwhelming.

Your stomach churned, the sensation crawling up your throat. The smell—sharp, musky—was enough to send your heart into a frantic beat. You had never liked the market, but today, it was different. The fear seemed more intense, the anxiety more suffocating. Every time you passed by, it was like the fish stared at you—darting in their tanks, their eyes glossy, their gills fluttering in a grotesque dance.

You felt your pulse quicken, and the edges of your vision began to blur. The market loomed before you like a wall, a deep, suffocating fog surrounding you.

"Y/N?" Viktor’s voice cut through the rising panic in your chest. His tone was soft, but there was an underlying concern that you couldn't ignore. You hadn’t realized how tense you had become, your hands tightening around the straps of your bag, your body frozen in place.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to calm down. But the fear wouldn’t dissipate. “I... I can’t do it, Viktor,” you whispered, barely able to control the tremor in your voice.

He studied you for a long moment, his brow furrowing in quiet understanding. Viktor had never pushed you to confront your phobia. He had seen how it affected you, how it made your world shrink when you were near fish, and he always respected your space, your boundaries. He never treated it as a trivial fear.

Without a word, Viktor reached out, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. He was slower than usual, his leg brace clicking as he shifted his weight, but his touch was steady, grounding. “It’s alright,” he said softly, his voice like a warm balm against your anxiety. “We don’t have to go through there.”

You swallowed, trying to hold back the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm you. You had learned to manage your fear over the years, but moments like this made you feel helpless, exposed.

Viktor gave a small nod and began to lead you away from the market, guiding you down a quieter, less crowded path. The further you moved from the source of your panic, the more your breathing slowed, though your heart still pounded in your chest.

“Thank you,” you said in a barely audible voice. Your words were quiet, but they carried a weight of gratitude you couldn’t express fully. Viktor had seen you at your worst—had seen your fear take hold of you—and yet, he never treated you as if you were broken or weak.

Viktor gave you a slight smile, his eyes softening. “There’s no need to thank me,” he replied. “You’re important to me. I never want you to feel uncomfortable, not with me.”

You smiled faintly, glancing up at him. The years spent with Viktor had only deepened your admiration for him. He was never loud, never overbearing. His presence was quiet, constant, and his understanding of you—of your fears, your vulnerabilities—was something you had come to rely on.

“I know,” you said, your voice a little steadier now. “It’s just... I don’t want to seem childish. I should be able to handle it. I’m not a child anymore.”

Viktor’s expression softened further, and he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Fear is not childish, Y/N. It is part of being human. We all have our fears, our burdens. They don’t define us, but they shape us. And sometimes, it’s okay to be afraid.”

You looked at him, your chest still tight, but his words eased the weight just a little. Viktor’s calm presence had a way of making you feel less alone in your struggles. He didn’t belittle them, didn’t try to force you to be something you weren’t.

A soft laugh escaped your lips, lightening the mood between you. “Maybe one day I’ll get over it,” you mused.

Viktor chuckled, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “Perhaps. But until then, I’m happy to be your guide through the difficult parts.” His voice held a quiet confidence, a promise that he would always be there, no matter what.

You smiled up at him, grateful for the comfort his words brought. “And I’m happy to have you with me.”

The rest of the walk passed in comfortable silence, the weight of your phobia slowly lifting as you put more distance between yourself and the market. Viktor, though still dependent on his cane and leg brace, moved with purpose and grace, his presence beside you a steady anchor.

The streets of Piltover were alive with the sounds of the early morning—horse-drawn carriages, the chatter of vendors setting up their stalls, the distant clatter of a forge—but for you, it was Viktor’s quiet presence that filled the space, making the world seem less overwhelming. With each step, you knew you were not facing the world alone.

JAYVIK

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, the soft light from the morning sun trickling through the blinds. It was early—too early for anything to feel like a disturbance. She stretched, letting out a quiet yawn as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and made her way towards the kitchen.

The apartment was still quiet, save for the soft clink of cups and the occasional rustling sound coming from the kitchen. She padded across the floor, still groggy, and rubbed at her eyes.

As she reached the kitchen doorway, her yawn caught in her throat.

Her gaze drifted to the far corner of the room, where she stopped in her tracks. A fish tank. Sitting there. Cold, alien, filled with swimming fish. Her eyes widened, her breath caught, and suddenly, the air felt far too thick. The sound of water, the flicker of their darting movements—it all hit her like a ton of bricks.

Y/N’s chest tightened, and she gasped, choking on the remainder of her yawn.

Jayce, who had been sitting at the kitchen table with Viktor, immediately looked up, startled by the sound. “Y/N?” he called, concern flooding his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Viktor turned his head at the same time, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Y/N?” he echoed, his cane tapping lightly against the floor as he pushed himself to his feet.

She didn’t respond right away. She couldn’t. Her body had frozen, locked in place as her eyes stayed glued to the tank. Fish. Why?

Jayce stood up, quickly walking over to her with a worried frown. “Hey, you okay?” His hand gently touched her arm, but she didn’t move.

Viktor reached them a moment later, his gaze flicking from Y/N’s stiff posture to the tank in the corner. His sharp eyes observed the situation, understanding flickering in his expression.

Y/N finally managed to tear her eyes away from the fish, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “I... I can’t... I can’t—” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, the words tangled in her throat. Her body was still locked in place, frozen in terror.

Viktor’s voice, soft and filled with curiosity, cut through the tension. “Fish?” He raised an eyebrow, offering Jayce a questioning glance.

Jayce, who had been sitting at the kitchen table and watching the exchange with a slight smile, now looked from Y/N’s rigid form to the tank, his expression shifting from amusement to shock. “Yeah, I thought I’d get some fish for Viktor,” Jayce explained, scratching the back of his neck. “You know, so when we get tired of hearing him ramble, he can talk to them instead.” He chuckled, but then his smile faltered as he took in the sight of Y/N’s fearful expression. His face drained of color as realization dawned on him. “Wait, you’re... scared of fish?” he asked softly, his voice full of surprise.

Y/N nodded, her wide eyes still fixed on the tank, her body stiff with dread. The thought of the fish—their darting eyes, the slickness of their bodies as they swam in unpredictable patterns—made her feel suffocated. She couldn’t bear it, couldn’t make herself move.

Jayce’s expression softened instantly, his shock turning to concern. “Oh, Y/N... I had no idea. I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice full of remorse. "I’ll get rid of them, Y/N. You don’t have to worry. I’ll make sure they’re gone.”

“Hey, we’ll take care of it,” Viktor added, stepping closer and placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. His touch was warm and steady, grounding her. “You’re safe.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide as she looked from Jayce, who was already moving to pull the tank away, to Viktor, who was trying his best to calm her with his quiet presence. The tension in her chest slowly began to ease.

“I... I don’t want to ruin things. I know you thought it’d be nice,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jayce quickly shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he tossed a reassuring glance at Viktor. “Hey, it’s okay. We didn’t know. We’ll make it right.”

Viktor’s gaze softened even further as he squeezed her shoulder gently. “We’ll fix it together, love. You never have to face this alone.”

Y/N’s breath finally began to slow, her body unwinding just slightly as the weight of her fear began to lift. She was still anxious, still unsettled by the presence of the fish, but with Jayce and Viktor by her side, she felt like she could breathe again.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said again, more firmly this time.

Jayce smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You don’t have to apologize. We’ll handle it.”

Viktor, ever the calming presence, leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Always together, Y/N. Always.”

And just like that, with them there, Y/N felt a little lighter, knowing that whatever the world threw at her, she didn’t have to face it alone.

VANDER

It was one of those blistering hot days in Zaun when the sun seemed to burn through every layer of clothing. The kids—Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor—were playing around, splashing in the shallows of the lake, their laughter echoing through the quiet air. Vander had decided to take them out of the hustle of the streets and let them cool off in the peaceful water. Y/N, however, had her reservations. She stood at the shore, arms folded, watching the kids with a smile but keeping a safe distance from the water.

She had always been wary of fish—an odd, irrational fear that seemed to freeze her up anytime she was too close. It wasn’t something she often talked about, not even with Vander, but it was a part of her. So, while the others dived and swam, she stayed back, her gaze flicking nervously toward the ripples in the lake.

Vander caught sight of her hesitation, a playful glint in his eyes as he looked toward the kids. He made a decision then, a decision that would come with consequences, but he couldn't resist.

“Hey, love! You’re missing out on the fun!” Vander called out, grinning. The kids paused in their swimming to look at her.

Y/N gave a nervous smile, shaking her head. “I’m good here, really.”

Vi pouted, “Aw, come on, Y/N! The water’s fine!”

Vander's grin widened as he stood up, taking slow, purposeful steps toward Y/N, who was now trying to retreat further from the water. “You’re no fun, Y/N. You should really give it a try,” he said with a wink. Before she could react, he scooped her up, effortlessly lifting her into the air.

“What are you—” Y/N started, but it was too late. With a chuckle, Vander tossed her into the lake.

Y/N let out a surprised laugh as she splashed into the cool water, the shock of the plunge making her momentarily forget her fear. She surfaced quickly, coughing and laughing, her heart still racing from the unexpected drop. The kids laughed and cheered, watching her splash around in the water.

“See? Not so bad!” Vander called out, his voice full of pride.

But Y/N’s laughter faltered as she felt something brush against her foot. Her eyes widened in panic, and she looked down. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the slimy, wriggling form of a fish dart past her feet. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as her fear washed over her like a tidal wave.

“Vander! Vander!” she screamed, her voice high-pitched and filled with genuine terror. Her panic took over, and before she knew it, she was scrambling out of the water with wild, frantic movements, heart pounding in her chest. She found a nearby rock to scramble onto, her legs shaking as she stood there, breathless.

Vander’s playful grin instantly dropped, his face turning to one of deep concern. “Y/N?! What happened?” he called, rushing toward her with a furrowed brow, his voice filled with worry. “Are you hurt?”

Y/N was panting, still unable to steady her breath as she looked down at the water, her body trembling as if she expected the fish to leap out after her. “Fish!” she managed to stammer, her voice shaky. “There was—there was a fish!”

Vander’s face softened with concern, his heart sinking at the sight of her panic. He quickly approached her, kneeling down in front of her with an urgency that made his usually calm demeanor falter. “You’re not hurt, right?” he asked gently, his hand reaching out but hesitating just before it touched her shoulder.

Y/N shook her head quickly, though she was still visibly shaken. “I’m fine... I just—” She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “I just don’t like them, Vander. I—I can’t...”

Vander’s heart ached as he processed the depth of her fear. He’d known she was wary of water, but he hadn’t realized it was so intense. Gently, he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, offering her a comforting squeeze. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Y/N gave him a small, forced smile, though it was clear she was still recovering. “It’s alright... I just need a minute,” she said, trying to calm her racing heart.

Vander carefully helped guide her away from the water's edge, his hand never leaving her back. He could feel the weight of what had happened, knowing it was supposed to be a fun outing for the whole family—but now, he only wanted to make sure Y/N was okay. The kids had stopped playing, sensing the change in atmosphere, and stood at a distance, unsure of what to do.

“I should’ve been more careful,” Vander muttered under his breath, his brows knitted in guilt. “I didn’t realize it would be this bad.”

Y/N, taking a few steadying breaths, looked up at him, her expression softening. “It’s fine,” she said, her voice more controlled now, though it still held a trace of unease. “I just... I really don’t like fish. It’s nothing personal, I swear.”

Vander exhaled, a sigh of relief, though his worry still lingered. “Next time, I’ll stick to more... fish-free activities, I promise.”

The kids, realizing it wasn’t serious but still wanting to comfort Y/N, gathered around her. Mylo, always the troublemaker, flashed a mischievous grin. “Guess we’ll just have to keep you out of the water next time, huh?”

Y/N laughed, though it was a little shaky at first. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” she agreed, her hand resting on Mylo’s shoulder.

Vander chuckled softly as he stood by her, watching the kids return to their playful antics. His heart was lighter, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of his earlier mistake. He had meant to bring some joy, but now he just wanted to make sure Y/N knew she was safe and that he’d never do something like that again.

“Maybe next time,” Vander suggested with a warm, reassuring smile, “we’ll just take a walk around the lake. No fish involved.”

Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Next time, I think I’ll stay dry. For everyone’s sake.”

Vander chuckled, the sound full of warmth. He pulled her a little closer, his arm resting around her shoulder. They both watched as the kids continued to splash in the water, their laughter filling the air once more. The day wasn’t ruined—it had just become another reminder of the bond they shared, and how important it was to care for each other.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow across the lake, Vander and Y/N stood at the edge together, silently enjoying the peaceful moment. The kids had returned to their fun, but Vander and Y/N had a quiet understanding.

SILCO

The night was thick with tension, the distant hum of Zaun's machinery blending with the occasional clank of metal, a reminder of the industrial heart of the city. The alleys of Zaun felt familiar to Y/N, the familiar scent of oil and rust in the air, yet tonight, there was something off about the air. A strange unease had settled over her as she walked, her footsteps echoing off the damp walls.

"You're not feeling it, are you?" Silco’s voice cut through the silence, as smooth as ever, but with an edge that made Y/N pause.

She turned to find him leaning casually against a wall, his usual calm demeanour concealing the storm that brewed behind his eyes. He was always a mystery to her, a man who ruled Zaun with cold precision, but there was something comforting about his presence. He was different with her—less guarded, even if he rarely showed it.

"Feeling what?" she asked, her voice betraying the slightest hint of hesitation.

"The pressure," Silco replied cryptically. "You're tense. Uncomfortable."

She looked away, focusing on a flickering streetlamp as her unease deepened. The truth was, she hated being near the water. Ever since she was a child, she'd been haunted by a fear she couldn’t shake, the irrational terror of fish. The sight of their glistening scales and sharp teeth paralyzed her with anxiety.

"I remember the first time I saw you like this," Silco continued, stepping closer but keeping a careful distance, his gaze sharp yet warm. "You froze when we passed by that vendor with the tanks of fish. I never took you for one to freeze at something so trivial."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, the memory of the last time she'd been near water flooding her mind. She had tried to be brave, to push through the dread when a fish tank in a shop window had caught her eye, but her heart had raced, and her body had frozen. She had felt trapped in the moment, her breath shallow and her limbs heavy, unwilling to move, to breathe. Silco had been there, watching from a distance, but she hadn't been able to stop the panic.

She remembered the way he had approached her after, his presence like a quiet anchor, his steady eyes never judging, only waiting. His silence had been the only thing that kept her from breaking down in that moment.

"I don’t know how you do it," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I can’t even look at a fish without freezing. It’s like they’re watching me. Waiting for me to slip."

Silco studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if considering his next words carefully. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, it was never without purpose. "You think I don’t have fears, too?" he asked, his voice low and filled with something deeper than just the question. "I’ve seen the depths of this city, the monsters that lurk beneath the surface. I’ve learned to live with them, control them. But I never forget they’re there."

His words struck her harder than she expected. For a long time, Y/N had thought of Silco as invincible, a man who was beyond the reach of ordinary fears and weaknesses. But hearing him speak so candidly about his own struggles—his own demons—made him seem more human, more real. It made her wonder if the fears that bound her could ever be understood by someone like him.

Y/N shifted uneasily, the tension palpable between them. She had never shared this part of herself with anyone—not even Viktor or Jayce, who knew most of her other vulnerabilities. To let someone in this far was frightening, but Silco wasn’t just anyone. He was the man who had seen her at her weakest, and yet, never once had he shown pity. It was his strength in that silence that had kept her steady.

"You think I’m weak because of it?" she asked, her voice edged with self-doubt. She was afraid that in confessing her deepest fear, she might lose the respect she had fought so hard to keep.

Silco’s expression softened, but only for a moment. “No. In fact, it’s your strength to confront your fear that fascinates me. Most run from it."

There was a strange intensity to his gaze, the way he saw right through her, peeling back layers she had worked so hard to keep hidden. For a brief moment, Y/N forgot about the fear that had held her captive for so long, and all that was left was the way Silco made her feel: seen, understood, and somehow, not so alone.

"You don’t have to face it alone," Silco added, his voice low, almost a growl. His words carried a promise, a subtle invitation. "The world has a way of throwing things at us. Things we fear. But we can fight them together, if you want."

His offer was like a lifeline, something she hadn’t expected from a man like Silco. She had always seen him as distant, hardened by the brutality of his world, but in this moment, there was something softer, a side of him that she wasn’t sure he even knew he had. It was tempting. More than tempting—it was everything she had ever wanted in a world that had often felt too cold to be vulnerable in.

Y/N nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. It was terrifying to face her fears, but there was something oddly reassuring in the idea that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to do it on her own. With Silco by her side, the thought of confronting her fear didn’t seem quite as impossible.

"I’m not asking you to fix me," Y/N said quietly, her voice filled with resolve. "I just… I just want to try. I want to be stronger than this."

Silco’s lips twitched in a rare, fleeting smile. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to let her know that her words had meant something to him. "Then try. You’ll find that when you face the things that haunt you, they lose their power."

The air between them shifted, and for the first time that night, the tension seemed to ease. In that moment, Y/N realized that beneath the surface of their lives, full of fear and uncertainty, was something far stronger—a bond she hadn’t expected to find, but now couldn't imagine living without.

"Thanks," she said softly, the words hanging in the air like a promise, a weight they both understood.

"Anytime," Silco replied, his gaze still lingering on her, knowing that their path forward would not be without its trials. But with him, at least, she wouldn’t have to face it alone. And that, in itself, was a form of victory. Together, they would face whatever came, whether it be the monsters beneath the surface or the fears that threatened to drown them. With Silco at her side, Y/N felt a strange sense of peace, as if, for the first time, she could breathe without the suffocating weight of her fear.

POWDER/JINX

It was late in the evening, and the glow of Zaun’s ever-present industrial lights cast long shadows against the grimy walls. Y/N had grown accustomed to the chaotic, buzzing city over the years. The constant hum of machinery, the clattering of metal against metal, and the sharp stench of burning oils and chemicals had become background noise. But there was something else about Zaun that still unsettled her—something that had been with her for as long as she could remember.

It wasn’t the noise or the smell. No, for Y/N, the thing that haunted her the most was the gnawing fear of fish.

Her ichthyophobia had started when she was younger, back in Zaun’s deep, grimy canals where the water was never clear and the fish were twisted things—scavengers that fed on the waste of the city. She had never been fond of the water, but the sight of those strange, flickering creatures swimming in the muck was enough to make her heart race. It wasn’t just the appearance of them—it was the way they slithered, the way they moved, and the way their eyes always seemed to follow her.

As much as she tried to block out the occasional fishy odor that lingered in the air from time to time, it still managed to creep up on her. The stench that came from the damp alleys or through the cracks in the walls would twist her stomach in knots, and no amount of distractions could make it go away. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d told anyone about her fear, and honestly, she didn’t think it was something she’d ever admit. In a city like Zaun, showing weakness could get you killed, and she wasn’t about to risk that for something as silly as fish.

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Today, though, she'd ventured deeper into the heart of Zaun, looking for materials she needed to continue her work. Jayce had warned her to be careful, but Y/N was beyond taking it easy. She’d spent enough time hiding in Piltover or in the Academy, and today she just needed to get her hands dirty. So, she navigated the maze of streets, past the smoky factories and underground markets, until she found herself in an area that still felt wild, untamed, and full of danger.

It was there that she encountered Jinx, the whirlwind of chaos and mischief that had become an unexpected, yet oddly fitting, part of her life. Jinx was always unpredictable, always bouncing from one extreme to the next. She wasn’t someone Y/N had ever really expected to be friends with, but over the years, they’d grown to know each other. Jinx’s chaotic nature seemed to balance out Y/N’s more grounded demeanor, and despite everything, there was a strange understanding between them.

“Boom! Surprise!” Jinx shouted from behind, and before Y/N could turn around, a loud pop echoed through the air, followed by a strange squelching sound.

Y/N spun around, her heart leaping into her throat, only to find Jinx holding a fish—big, slimy, and wriggling like it was a prize she’d just won.

“Whoa! You scared the heck out of me!” Y/N gasped, pressing her hand to her chest as her mind raced to calm itself.

Jinx stood in front of her, grinning wildly, her usual manic energy unmistakable. “Oops! My bad!” she said with a giggle. “But hey, you’re looking a little tense! I thought you’d love a little bit of fun!”

Y/N, her eyes still wide, quickly looked at the wriggling creature in Jinx’s arms. Her stomach dropped, and her hands shook slightly as her throat tightened. The fish's scales shimmered under the dim light, its tail flicking in the air like it could leap at her any second. It was exactly the kind of fish she hated—the ones that looked like they could crawl out of the water and into her world.

Instinctively, Y/N took a few steps back, her eyes never leaving the writhing creature.

Jinx tilted her head, noticing the subtle shift in Y/N’s posture. The grin on her face faltered, replaced with curiosity. “Hey, what’s up with you? You look like you saw a ghost or something.” She wiggled the fish in front of Y/N as if it were some sort of prize. “You don’t like my new friend?”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. She tried to swallow, but her throat felt dry. “Uh... no, it’s not that,” she said quickly, forcing out the words. “I just... I don’t really like fish.”

Jinx’s grin grew wider, but there was something else in her eyes now—a little flicker of understanding. “Ohh, I see! Fishy-wishy got you all freaked out!” she teased, but her tone wasn’t mocking. There was no laughter in it, just a light-hearted curiosity.

Y/N’s breath hitched, and she could feel herself retreating inward. “Yeah, something like that…” Her voice trailed off, unwilling to admit how much it actually terrified her.

For a long moment, there was silence between them. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to look away from the fish, which seemed to mock her by wriggling closer to her feet. The smell of the creature wasn’t helping her nausea.

But then, to her surprise, Jinx paused. The manic energy that always seemed to buzz around her flickered just for a moment. Jinx lowered the fish to the ground, watching it flop around uselessly on the dirt and grime of the alley.

“Okay, okay, no fish for you,” Jinx said, her voice softer than usual, though still with that edge of mischief. “I get it. No fishy-wishy today.”

Y/N exhaled, her shoulders relaxing just a little. The tension that had been gripping her was starting to ease, but she still couldn’t shake the lingering discomfort in her chest. She’d never told anyone about her fear before. It always felt so... ridiculous. But there was Jinx, someone she knew to be unpredictable, not always kind, and still, she had been more considerate than Y/N expected.

“Thanks, Jinx,” Y/N said, her voice quiet but sincere. “I really appreciate it.”

Jinx’s grin returned, broader and more mischievous than ever. “No problem, Y/N! You’re safe with me. No fish gonna hurt you. You’re my friend, after all!” she said, giving Y/N a playful shove.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, feeling the last bit of tension slide away. “Yeah, I’ll take your word for it. And, uh, maybe something a little less... explosive next time?”

Jinx made a dramatic pout, crossing her arms over her chest, but it was all an act. “Lame!” she exclaimed, bouncing on her heels. “Fine, I’ll keep it low-key. But I can’t promise no bangs in the future!”

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly as Jinx took off down the street, skipping like a child, her infectious energy carrying her away.

As Y/N continued her walk through the streets of Zaun, the weight of the encounter stayed with her. Jinx had shown her a side of herself that Y/N hadn’t expected—a surprising kindness buried underneath all the chaos. It wasn’t much, but for the first time in a long while, Y/N felt a little less alone in Zaun. She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, she could breathe a little easier, knowing that not everything in this city was as harsh as it seemed.

In a world where survival meant toughness, Y/N had learned something new: sometimes, kindness came from the most unexpected places—and maybe, just maybe, that could be enough to change things.

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The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 2 - Death Does Not Become You

Description: After receiving strange readings from the local hospital, a group of Heroics headed there to investigate, but what they found was just about the last thing they'd expected.

**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**

Author's Notes: This chapter is entirely from Marcus's point of view.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 1545 (708 words added) Masterlist (this story)

   “Something’s happening at the hospital downtown. Sensors are detecting massive power-fluctuations,” one of the analysts in the control center announced shortly after sundown.

   “Is it a super?” Marcus Moreno asked in response, abandoning his own work at another computer to go over to the analyst and review her data.

   “Unclear, sir. The system doesn’t recognize the signature.”

   Well, that was never a good sign.    He read the screen over her shoulder as it displayed a graph of several power-surges, each one looking stronger than the previous but none of them conforming to any real pattern. They seemed completely random in both timing and the way that they intensified.    And the energy itself was apparently generated by, or comprised of something the sensors couldn’t even identify.

   “That’s… weird,” he observed, mostly just talking to himself.

   “Weird… That is all you got, hijo?” his mother replied, even though he hadn’t addressed her, and he straightened up to throw her a mildly annoyed grimace.

   “Mom, don’t start with me.”

   “I’m just saying that ‘weird’ is not much of a description, is all,” she persisted, in her very typical mother-knows-best kinda way.

   “Well, I don’t know what else to tell you. It’s a weird signature. How am I supposed to know any more than that until I’ve actually investigated it?”

   “Okay, so stop staring at the screen, and go investigate,” she insisted, to which he grumbled under his breath.

   “No, I thought I’d just ignore a potential disaster at a major hospital, cause why would that be of any concern?”

   It was low enough that she couldn’t hear what he said, but she heard him mumble something.

   “What was that, Marcus?” she brightly inquired while he turned away to leave, and he just called back over his shoulder.

   “Nothing, mom.”

   Ten minutes later he’d managed to wrangle Miracle Guy, Invisi Girl and Tech-No to go with him and investigate. They chose to fly to avoid traffic (and because Miracle wouldn’t be caught dead in a car, what would that do to his image?!) and all four of them landed just outside the hospital’s emergency entrance just minutes later as it was quite close to the Heroics headquarters.

   Every light in and around the entire building was blinking and flickering like crazy, sometimes going completely dark for several seconds at a time, and then coming back to life only to shine way too brightly all of a sudden.    Even before they’d landed, Marcus could feel the vibrations of the power-fluctuations as they disturbed his electro-magnetic abilities. Which made him worry that whatever this was, it was gonna be worse than they’d thought.

   Once inside, they made their way through the floors and corridors, led by Marcus since he could sense whenever he was getting closer to the source, and before long, they found it.    Or rather, her.

   “Wait, this can’t be right… I thought you said that the signature suggested it wasn’t a super?” Miracle said as Marcus came to a stop by the ICU bed, wordlessly indicating that this woman was where he sensed the anomaly.

   “I said it was inconclusive, as in: I don’t know what the hell it is,” Moreno replied, and then turned to Tech, who had stepped up to his right side and was aiming his portable scanner at the woman. “Are your instruments getting anything useful?”

   “Not really. It’s the same signature, and it’s growing in intensity, but that’s about it.”

   “She looks… like she’s dying,” Invisi Girl observed then, making them all fall silent as they couldn’t help but agree.

   Marcus had never seen a human being look so life-less while still breathing.    She was as grey as a corpse, with a hint of purple in her skin and all veins pushed to the surface, like little dark rivers against the almost transparent epidermis. There were deep circles under her eyes and her lips and nails were turning purple as well, and she was so thin that her skin was literally hugging her bones.

   “Mr. Moreno, sir. May I ask what your interest is in this patient?” a doctor politely asked then, having come to see why four Heroics had assembled around this one bed.

   It was one of the ER doctors, whom the supers were well familiar with because of how often they’d had to fly patients to the hospital after one of their battles had ended up injuring civilians, so no innocents wouldn’t die waiting for ambulances.

   “Dr. Cortez, this woman is the reason why you’re having power-fluctuations,” Marcus answered him, to which the doctor looked completely stunned.

   “She’s a super? No, that can’t be, none of the tests we’ve performed suggested anything of the sort.”

   “We don’t know what she is, but she’s definitely causing this. We’re gonna need to take her with us, for the sake of the safety of your other patients.”

   “Yes, of course,” Cortez replied, before hurrying to set his staff in action to prepare the woman for medical transport.

   “How long has she been here?” Marcus asked while they worked, trying to learn as much as he could, even though he knew there’d be a transfer of information between the hospital and the Heroics medical bay.

   “Uh, she came walking in on her own about two hours ago,” the doctor recalled. “She was in bad shape, vomiting blood and convulsing randomly, with a temperature of 108F, which then suddenly dropped to normal within minutes.    And although she’s been thoroughly examined, we haven’t been able to find a probable cause for her symptoms. But whatever it is, it’s killing her. She’s deteriorated significantly even in the short time she’s been here.    I was about to put her on end-of-life care status.”

   As he listened, Marcus moved to the side of the bed to look closer at her, careful not to get in the way of the nurses who were prepping her for transfer.  �� The machines which she was hooked up to told him that her pulse was racing at a staggering 197 bpm, while her blood-pressure was low, and she was struggling to maintain oxygen saturation, despite having an oxygen mask on.

   Without really thinking about it, he brushed his fingers over the top of her hand, and was slightly shocked to see her open her eyes at the contact.    He wouldn’t have thought she had enough strength for that, but evidently, this woman was stronger than most. She turned her head slightly so that she could look at him, and when her eyes found his, a knot instantly formed inside his chest.

   The dread in those eyes was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Beyond tortured. There was something so much worse than the fear of pain and certain death within those eyes.    No sound escaped her, and yet she was begging. To be saved… or to be put out of her misery. And for all the protectiveness he felt for people in general, what Marcus wanted in that moment was just to give her peace. Even if it meant ending her life.

   But then, through the connection between their skins, as he was still holding her hand, he felt how the energy coming from her abruptly shifted, and her eyes closed again as fresh tears spilled down the sides of her face. Because somehow, even though it shouldn’t be possible, her pain had just worsened.     And suddenly he understood that it was the energy which was killing her. Torturing her out of existence, ripping her apart from the inside with each new surge.

   “You’re right, doctor. She’s not a super,” he said without taking his now tear-filled eyes off her. “This isn’t an ability, someone did this to her.”

   “What…?” Cortez breathed, staggering to a halt on the other side of the bed as he tried to re-evaluate what he knew, and came up dry. “But there’s nothing in the world that can do this to a human being so quickly.”

   “Nothing we know of,” he corrected, and then Miracle butted in.

   “Hey, Moreno, I know you’re better at the medical stuff than I am, but are you sure about this? Seems kinda farfetched-…”

   The Heroic was cut off when the energy suddenly shifted again, and every ounce of electricity in the whole building died in an instant. Including the back-up generators.

   “We’re out of time,” Marcus concluded then, ripping the remaining wires from the woman’s body and picking her up, doing his best not to think about how much that must’ve hurt her, before handing her over to Miracle. “Get her out of here and back to HQ asap.    Invisi, go after him, make sure he doesn’t take any scenic routes.”

   He heard Guy grumble something about how he damned well never took any scenic routes as he ran off, heading for the nearest exit with Invisi Girl on his heels, but Marcus didn’t much care if the blonde took offense. He had a history of screwing things up because he’d gotten distracted at the wrong moment, and this was no time for dropping the ball.

   “I’m gonna see about restoring power here,” Tech said once they’d disappeared around a corner. “Unless there’s somewhere else you want me, chief?”

   “No. I’ll stay and help. Right now, these people need us more than she does.”

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Anubias Nana Care Guide: Proven Tips to Keep This Plant Looking Amazing!

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Anubias nana is one of the most popular aquarium plants, loved for its hardiness, beauty, and adaptability. Whether you’re a beginner or an experienced aquarist, this plant is an excellent addition to almost any tank. In this guide, I’ll share my experiences keeping Anubias nana in my 40-gallon, 12-gallon, and 8-gallon tanks, and offer tips to help yours thrive.

Part of the Anubias Barteri group, this plant is semi-aquatic, meaning it can grow submerged or emersed. Unlike some other Anubias species, Anubias nana thrives underwater, making it ideal for aquariums. It’s native to Cameroon, where it grows in wet environments, especially during the rainy season. While most nurseries recommend temperatures of 22-28°C (72-82°F), it’s been reported to survive as low as 12°C (54°F). I’m currently testing this by keeping Anubias nana in my 12-gallon tank over the winter.

A common mistake with Anubias nana is planting it incorrectly. This plant is an epiphyte, meaning its rhizome must remain above the substrate. Burying it in substrate can cause the rhizome to rot, leading to rapid plant decline. Instead, attach it to rocks, driftwood, or other hardscape using aquarium-safe glue or thread. This simple step ensures a healthy, thriving plant.

Anubias nana is often called a dwarf plant, but its size can be misleading. While some sources claim it grows to just 5 cm (2 inches), my experience aligns more with Tropica’s estimate of 5-15 cm (2-6 inches). I’ve had Anubias nana grow to 15 cm (6 inches) in my tanks, making it suitable for midground or background placement in smaller tanks and a versatile option for larger setups.

Lighting is one of Anubias nana’s best features. It thrives in low-light conditions, making it perfect for setups with budget LED lights or even ambient light. However, high-light setups can lead to algae growth on its leaves. To prevent this, add floating plants or canopy plants like Java fern to diffuse light. In low-light tanks, algae is rarely an issue, and Anubias nana requires minimal care.

This plant is highly adaptable to water parameters. I’ve kept it in softwater tanks at 25°C (77°F), hardwater tanks at 18°C (65°F), and even warmer setups at 27°C (81°F) with a pH around 7. However, I’ve noticed Anubias nana is sensitive to high ammonia levels. When I cycled two tanks using 2 ppm of ammonia, several plants melted. For best results, add it to an already cycled tank.

Anubias nana’s slow growth rate is another reason it’s so popular. It rarely needs trimming, making it a low-maintenance option for aquarists with busy schedules. Its slow growth also means it doesn’t require heavy fertilization. In most cases, fish waste is enough to sustain it. Advanced techniques like CO2 injection or regular liquid fertilizers aren’t necessary, making it a great choice for low-tech or budget-friendly tanks.

Tank mates are rarely an issue with Anubias nana. Reports of fish eating the plant are often due to nutrient deficiencies causing holes in the leaves. I’ve kept Anubias nana with shrimp, snails, bettas, and community fish without any problems. Even plant-eaters like plecos and goldfish typically leave it alone.

Propagating Anubias nana is simple but requires patience due to its slow growth. The most common method is division—wait for the rhizome to grow large enough to split into two plants. While Anubias can flower underwater, viable seeds only develop when grown emersed, so division is the easiest method for aquarists.

Overall, Anubias nana is a hardy, beautiful plant that’s perfect for aquariums of all sizes. If you’re looking for a versatile, low-maintenance addition to your tank, this plant won’t disappoint. Thanks for watching, and happy fishkeeping!

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Album Review of the Week: The Monkees - Christmas Party (2018) ☆☆☆☆

After the success of the group's 2016 comeback, they released their final album - Christmas Party. Produced by Monkee mainstays - Adam Schlesinger, Chip Douglas, Christian Nesmith, Peter Tork and James Lee Stanley - we get this cute little romp through Christmastime in Monkeeland!

I absolutely LOVE Michael Allred's illustrations throughout, the elements of classic merch (Monkee fingerpuppets!) and classic outfits (Monkeemen!) are so much fun.

50 years later, Monkee albums still have the feeling that each member has their own distinct thing going on with whichever song they are singing. Most of the album is led by Micky Dolenz, with contributions here and there from the other members. They never quite found cohesion as a group. That does not take away from the overall quality of any album - including this one - just interesting that it is the same after all these years! This album is a mix of traditional covers and new originals, and marks the first Monkees album in which no member has any writing credit.

We start off with a soft, bouncy intro of Christmas bells that bound into Unwrap You At Christmas. Quite saucy! This opening track does well to highlight how well Micky's voice has developed over the years. He was one of the best male vocalists 50 years ago, and still is today!

What Would Santa Do is a super silly track lamenting Scrooges and Grinches. "Makes me want to clench my fist and sock him in the mouth!" is a notable lyric that always makes me chuckle, then asks if Santa would strike back or keep his cool if he were faced with such grouches. The high energy melody is tons of fun!

Mele Kalikimaka brings us our first posthumous contribution from our dear Davy Jones. He recorded his own Christmas songs in the early 1990s and they were able to remaster the vocals and create updated instrumentals. His voice really suits Christmas music! The slight tropical mood is also a fun change from the general wintry mood of the record.

House of Broken Gingerbread is a really interesting song. It seems to deal with what it is like to grow up in a divorced family for Christmas. I have been blessed not to have to experience that, so it is an interesting perspective I hadn't considered. It is also different to have a darker subject tackled on a Christmas album!

The Christmas Song is Michael Nesmith's first lead vocal on the album. This has a very atmospheric instrumental and his vocal mixing has a slight reverb to contribute to that mood as well. Makes me want to take a nap! Very calming.

Christmas Party is introduced by some vintage chatter. I love the chorus, it really builds the mood. The verses have kind of a watered down 90s alt-rock vibe (very watered down, don't @ me). Other than that, it is a little one note without any bridges.

I always skip Jesus Christ, it is too slow and repetitive for my taste!

I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday is a really cute bop. It is not doing anything too exciting, but it's just a cute little track for the happy Christmas mood.

Silver Bells is one of my favorite Christmas songs in general. It really evokes that feeling of walking on the street in the dark, cold winter surrounded by Christmas lights. It always makes me think of my hometown's small downtown area. Davy's voice is again quite suited for the mood.

Next we get a cover of the Paul McCartney classic, Wonderful Christmastime. This one is pretty famous for becoming annoying quickly, but I think that Micky does a good job keeping it engaging and enjoyable.

Snowfall is another one that I don't listen to very often, it is very very slow and sleepy.

As much as I love Peter Tork as an actor and musician, his take on Angels We Have Heard On High is rather difficult to listen to. Done primarily acoustically with a banjo, it is just kind of abrasive - although the addition of the harpsichord is always a high note. This is also just a notoriously difficult song to sing and should be left to the church service - sung as a group.

The album closes with Micky's rendition of the ultra-bluesy Merry Christmas, Baby. His delivery is quite sexy and they are not skimping on the blues! Great album closer to a very good Christmas album.

[bookaddict24-7]

REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Every week I will post various reviews I've written so far in 2024. You can check out my Goodreads for more up-to-date reviews HERE. You can friend me on Goodreads here.

Have you read any of these? What were your thoughts?

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385. Always Mine by Laura Pavlov--⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

I'll admit that this was a complete cover buy for me. This was a special edition and the synopsis sounded really cute with some tropes I love, so I couldn't resist. And honestly, for the most part, I don't have any regrets.

ALWAYS MINE was one of those cute and fluffy reads that went by super quickly. The connection was already built in because of the friendship that was obviously going to turn into something more eventually. The sexual tension ramped up and we got some spicy scenes added to the mix. Overall, the writing was light, quickly paced, and kept me wanting to read the next chapter.

My issues come from some of the funnier aspects of this book. Mainly, the crying. Man, it's a good thing these characters live by a lake because damn can they cry. I'd blink and suddenly the phrase "tears streamed down [their] face" was being used. It was a very popular phrase. If I played a drinking game with this book, it would be "take a shot every time someone cries in your book." I'd be gone and drunk by the middle of the book.

Other than that, I liked the suspenseful edge to the book and how it was prominent, but didn't overtake the main storyline. I find that I really enjoy romance books like this that have that extra twist to make the story more compelling.

I loved the side characters (mainly the sisters, especially Dylan) and this book DID succeed in making me want to read the rest of the books in this series since they are all for each sister.

Though the romance was built on the back of this lifelong, will-they-won't-they best-friendship, I still found that it moved a bit fast. I wish they'd given themselves a bit more time to adjust to their new reality. But I WILL say that other than one little moment that I'll let go of because it felt very realistic, the communication between these two was great.

I know it's winter right now (in North America--Canada, in my case), but this book is an excellent romance novel to read in the middle of the night in summer--even if it takes place in winter. It just has that binge-worthy vibe that would fit best in the summer.

ALWAYS MINE was quick, cute, addictive, and didn't have a third act break-up.

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386. My Darkest Prayer by S.A. Cosby--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

MY DARKEST PRAYER isn't my favourite Cosby book, but it still holds that sense of exciting possibility that I'm really growing to love in his writing. That dark level of revenge, mixed with some cool action scenes, is vivid in this one and to make it even better, it's all washed in that gorgeous noir writing style that Cosby has perfected.

I thought, of all the books I've read by Cosby, the MC in this one had the most interesting job that had a lot of potential for future detective-like, high stakes mysteries. I liked the connection between the MC and his cousin and how it led to show us what certain family love looks like. The way he was pulled into the mystery was great, especially because we see him having to confront his old coworkers from when he was a police officer. Which is another thing I like about Cosby's writing--he's presented us so many different aspects and relationships Black people have with the police in all of his books. It's eye opening and so important.

I loved the female character in this because even though she's presented in a way society would deem demeaning, I loved that she owned who she was and was completely unapologetic about it. So many people tried to take her identity from her, so watching her own it was powerful. Which by the way, I didn't like how the MC revealed a dark experience of hers with someone else. It wasn't his story to tell. And that and some of the commentary on women made me uncomfortable. If there's one thing I wish Cosby did better was his treatment of female characters in his books. The one female character in here did own her identity, but I don't know if this was intentional or a positive coincidence.

Overall, I liked this for what it was and the mystery had me hooked. I think this would make a fantastic movie--especially since so many of Cosby's books feel cinematic. There was also an interesting Easter Egg in here regarding one character that appears in another book!

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387. Fearless by M.W. Craven--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

FEARLESS is one of those books that just scratches a specific itch in my brain that I didn't know I had. These adventure/mystery/main character hero-complex books are like honey to my bee--I can't explain why they get me every time. AND this book was self-aware? LOL. There were some very pointed comments about REACHER that had me cackling.

I also love books where the MC is severely underestimated (think John Wick) and then goes and proves everyone wrong. And since this guy is literally fearless, it made this part of the book so much better.

The story itself was fun and I liked the mystery and how it took the MC on a wild chase around the US. There were some choices that were made that made me side-eye where this story was going, but it still had some exciting and entertaining moments after the questionable situation. This could also make a great movie and you know what? I'd watch the hell out of it. Or a TV show.

What did take me out of the story was the continuous mention of a certain place. I get it from a government employee perspective because they ARE military experts, sigh, but of all the places to choose. WHICH, if I rant about this: I have read so many books that will casually drop the name of this place when you could literally pick ANYWHERE. It runs deep, even in literary works. Ugh. /endrant.

Anyway, other than that, this was an exciting story with some fun twists and some badass moments. I loved the whole concept of a fearless action-hero detective. I want to read the next one!

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388. The Suspicion by K.A. Applegate--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

THE SUSPICION felt like a filler book. This honestly felt like one of those books where the author needed to meet a deadline and had to have content ready for her publisher, but needed more time to cook for the main storyline. It was like a side-quest.

I liked the adventure and thought it was hilarious, but it felt like those episodes of shows that pop up just because they needed more content to appease viewers. Especially because of how over the top and ridiculous it felt. There was a moment that could have ended everything and saved the world, but of course, it's too early to end the series.

I thought it was interesting though because it shows us more alien beings not affected by the enemies of the series. It DID challenge the MCs' sense of anti-war thoughts for a bit there, though. That was interesting and made me wonder if there would be a limit at some point in the series where pragmatism would have to override their anti-war mentality. In this book, it felt like they only remembered their moral compasses near the end.

And even though this definitely felt like a filler, it made me more curious about what else we will see in this series, what other challenges the MCs will face, and how they will overcome their inability to cross that line they straddle so often. But realistically, these are children and it is a children's series. Not that I haven't read children's books that have crossed that line many times.

Onto the next one!

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389. Lights Out by Navessa Allen--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

If you like audiobooks and romance, do yourself the biggest bookish favour of this year and listen to this. It is absolute gold and I would recommend it to everyone who likes their romance with a lick of darkness and a lot of spice. The voice actors KILLED it and gave this book so much life.

LIGHTS OUT was absolutely hilarious. It was dark, but so completely self-aware. I had to go out and buy a physical copy because I absolutely needed this in my personal library.

One of my favourite things about this book was the cat and how he was essentially a character in his own right. He was the pride of his parents and the most welcoming little asshole to his new dad. The way the MMC talked about him made me love him even more.

This was a dark romance, but not to the extent that made me nervous. I've seen some of the dark romances out there and while this had some themes and the potential for it to be really dark, this was actually strangely wholesome? I mean, besides the stalking and murderous father, of course. I actually loved the connection between the two MCs and how much communication they had. Their reactions to certain situations were realistic and so were the moments they took to talk themselves through their emotions.

Where this book took a darker tone was so unexpected, but also entertaining. It added a whole other layer of hilarity and surprise that I was NOT expecting.

Also, please, the one-liners from the characters? Absolute gold. I'm so glad I finally gave this one a shot and I absolutely can't wait for book two! This is definitely one of my favourite books on the year.

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390. Brother Odd by Dean Koontz--⭐️⭐️⭐️

BROTHER ODD is not my favourite book in this series so far, simply because I thought it felt a bit…boring and long-winded. It also felt a bit random and I had to check to see if I had missed a book between the last one and this one. Regardless, I thought it was interesting and had it's entertaining moments, especially the paranormal turn it took. That aspect alone makes me excited to see what else Koontz puts into this series.

I loved that grief was more explored in this, especially since it was one of my comments about the last book. I definitely think Odd is experiencing the different stages of grief with these last two books. This one felt like Odd was definitely caught more in his grief and wasn't numb anymore. And it was certainly interesting seeing that grief manifest itself both through his abilities and how it affected those around him.

I liked that he was outside of his small town and bodes well for the rest of the series. While I liked the little town that the first two books took place in, I also know that I'm in for some entertaining adventures as Odd makes his way through his road trip. He both needs to experience that outside world he felt so apathetic towards in the past, and needs to learn more about his abilities and what else exists out there.

I also like his sassiness. I always like Odd's sassiness and how it comes out of nowhere, or in the most inappropriate times. Makes me think a lot of how this was a characteristic of so many main characters in the early 2000s, especially in this genre of fiction.

I want to read the next book because I want to know what else Odd experiences! Hopefully the next book is a bit more exciting (even though this one had some creepy and unique situations).

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391. Ends of the Earth by Keira Andrews--⭐️⭐️

I LOVE this author, but this was probably the weakest one for me so far. It lacked that sense of urgency I sometimes get with her writing, which leads to me binge reading it (which I usually do with her work, but this one just didn't grip me the same way).

I liked the characters, but this was one of those insta romances that was a little hard for me to swallow. I get that surviving a horrible situation can bond people--much like we've seen in other books by Andrews, but this one lacked a bit of believability for me. I couldn't wrap my head around the immediate attraction that led to such intense feelings and, technically, sacrifices from the characters after they spent the majority of their adult lives not wanting to do the very things they suddenly decide to do for each other. There is a lot of potential here, but it was just all so quick. I think if this book was a bit longer; if the story had cooked some more, it would have held more of an emotional punch, which is what I usually love about Andrews's books.

I love a good age gap romance and save for some side-eye worthy moments, I liked this aspect of the story.

ENDS OF THE EARTH took a bit to get to the main event, which is fine because we're building those connections and setting those scenes, but then it was over quicker than I was expecting--which isn't a bad thing, but this added to the sense that this book just had a slight problem with pacing. I wish we got to see the two MCs together as a couple for longer than just that happy ending. I want to care for them and connect with them, but it just didn't feel like it was long enough for me to love them.

i think thats the main issue--it was too quick. I wanted more. And while I enjoyed this story for what it was, I think it could have been more. I'll still check out more of Andrews's work because she's still one of my favourites, but this one was a little bit disappointing.

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392. Lost & Lassoed by Lyla Sage--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

Lyla Sage does it again with another cute addition to this wonderfully satisfying series! I must have the next book. I MUST HAVE IT.

One of the things i love about this series is how low-angst/low drama the stories are by the end. I can just enjoy them knowing that these characters won't be idiots when it comes down to it and there isn't a third act breakup waiting for me. I just want a love story--whether it's an enemies to lovers or something else--that is simple and enjoyable, and this delivered.

I knew sparks would fly between these two characters because we've known since book one that they "hated" each other. For a good chunk of the first half of the book, we see this animosity in effect--almost to a detrimental level? The MMC was really mean. His judgment of the FMC had my hackles up for a bit and it took me out of the story a bit. But I did like seeing how the relationship between the two characters changes as the story progresses and I like that though this is a short novel, it still takes its time in growing this relationship organically.

The MMC's daughter is adorable and I loved the relationship she has both with her dad and with the FMC. Which brings me to how much I loved the FMC. She loves her best friend and the people she cares for so fiercely, that it immediately endeared me to her. I also felt her emotions of how she felt so forgotten while everyone around her experienced such big changes. I think one of the reasons why I liked her so much was because of how honest Sage was in writing her character and her conflicted emotions. Also, that battle of "what will I do with my life?" runs super deep. Of all the FMCs in this series so far, she's my favourite.

Finally, this was SPICY. Holy crap. It wasn't dark romance spicy, but for a traditionally published contemporary western romance? Phew. Yes, ma'am, get your man. I had to wave my hand in front of my face.

I know the next book will probably be the last in this series, but I will be so sad to see it end. I love these characters and their simple but comforting lives in their small town.

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Happy reading!

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Miley Cyrus - Used To Be Young

(Single Review)

28/08/2023

Friendly Reminder: make sure to listen to the song whilst reading!

Miley Cyrus for Used To Be Young

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After releasing her new album Endless Summer Vacation on the 10th of March 2023, Miley decided to add a new song to the album on the 25th of August 2023, which is the beautiful, nostalgic, heartfelt ballad that is Used To Be Young.

In this song, Miley explores how all her life she has had people critic her every move, every relationship, every mistake, every achievement, every single thing. But low and behold, she has come back with a vengeance to prove that every thing she did when she was a younger person after coming out of child acting does not represent who she is today.

After leaving a very public, long-term relationship with Liam Hemsworth, she went onto finding herself and expressing nothing but love to herself and figuring out life as a single woman with no romantic obligations and possibly having to revisit some memories to help heal. Which has led us to Used To Be Young.

Over the years, Miley strived to quieten down her image after being labelled the "wild Disney child" and receiving worldwide backlash just for simply expressing herself the way she wanted to through music and her passion of performing. Whilst many of her peers looked down on her for her choices, she stuck her ground during those times and and lived her best life and then when the time came, she bettered herself and has come out on top more magnificent than ever.

Used To Be Young focuses on how in her past she was aware of her past behaviors and the way she publicly showcased them, but all she was doing was living unapologetically young. Like a majority of humans, there comes a time in our lives where we reach a point and realize to yourself; this is it, I have to change. I have to let go and let people know I am not that person anymore and I want to live the real me. The sounds behind the lyrics are very light and helps keep a very sentimental value about the songs meaning to its core.

Some breakdowns of relationships / friendship's whittle down to one thing; change. One person wanting to calm down and find happiness in other things, and the other refusing to change. There are so many factors into a breakdown of any type of -ship, but its how we progress forward and learn and heal from it that matters more than anything. Acknowledging the fun times are a good thing, which is what Miley does in this song with "But god damn, it was fun" - its okay to say you miss the good times you had, but just because they were good times doesn't mean that they weren't also hurtful in the long run.

We as growing adults forget that when we were teenagers and young kids, we all lived as we pleased when it came to love and figuring out the world and did the utmost best that we could to make sense of it all, but one thing we did do for certain? Make mistakes. A lot of them. And how you process those mistakes, whether it be in 2 weeks, 5 months or 10 years, will all involve realizing that you used to be crazy, you used to be wild, people WILL say time has changed you, but you will know that is okay, because it made you who you are today.

And no, you cant change the past, you can't erase memories, but what you can do is pick yourself up and learn. You can change your future and that's exactly what Miley Cyrus is doing. She's realizing that all the thing's she's done in the past were not because she was wild, crazy, fun. It was because she Used To Be Young, and now its time to move on.

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CONCLUSION: An absolutely beautiful melody accompanied by the raw talent that is Miley. The production on her songs never fail to amaze me, alongside with the emotions that blend into the lyrics that make you dive deep into your own personal life and start doing some self reflecting. Her forever changing tone of voice and impeccable range whether it be low or high is just breathtaking. Looking forward to hearing her future projects and how she's going to continue navigating the world as Miley Cyrus.

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USED TO BE YOUNG IS A CERTIFIED 10/10 BY REVIEWS BY LIAM

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A Comprehensive Guide to Buying and Growing Cannabis Seeds Online

As the cannabis industry continues to grow, more people are looking to cultivate their own plants. With the convenience of online shopping, purchasing high-quality cannabis seeds has never been easier. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced grower, finding the right seeds is essential for a successful harvest. This guide explores the benefits of buying cannabis seeds online and offers tips for effective Cannabis Cultivation

Why Purchase Cannabis Seeds Online?

Shopping for cannabis seeds online provides numerous advantages, including:

Variety of Strains: Online seed banks offer a vast selection, including indica, sativa, hybrids, and autoflowering seeds.

Discreet Shipping: Trusted sellers ensure privacy with secure, unmarked packaging.

Quality Assurance: Reputable online stores provide seeds with high germination rates and genetic stability.

Convenience: Buying online saves time and provides access to customer reviews and expert recommendations.

Choosing the Right Cannabis Seeds

Selecting the right seeds depends on several factors such as growing environment, desired effects, and cultivation experience.

1. Autoflowering Seeds

Perfect for beginners, these seeds require minimal maintenance and flower automatically regardless of light cycles.

2. Feminized Seeds

These seeds produce only female plants, ensuring high-quality buds and eliminating the need to remove male plants.

3. Regular Seeds

A mix of male and female plants, regular seeds are ideal for breeders looking to experiment with genetics.

Essential Steps for Successful Cannabis Cultivation

Growing cannabis requires proper planning, attention to detail, and adherence to best practices.

1. Select the Right Growing Medium

Cannabis can be grown in soil, hydroponics, or coco coir. Soil is the easiest option for beginners as it provides natural nutrients.

2. Control Light, Temperature, and Humidity

Indoor growers should invest in LED or HPS lights to mimic natural sunlight. Keeping temperatures between 70-85°F (20-30°C) and humidity levels balanced promotes healthy plant growth.

3. Proper Watering and Nutrient Management

Overwatering can lead to root rot, while insufficient nutrients affect plant development. Use cannabis-specific fertilizers and water moderately.

Legal Considerations for Buying Cannabis Seeds

Before purchasing cannabis seeds, it's important to check the legal status in your region. Some countries and states allow personal cultivation, while others have strict regulations. Reputable seed banks provide guidance on legal compliance and offer discreet delivery options.

Finding a Reliable Online Seed Bank

To ensure a positive buying experience, look for seed banks that offer:

A wide variety of strains and detailed descriptions.

Germination guarantees for high success rates.

Secure and discreet shipping.

Positive customer reviews and responsive support.

Conclusion

Purchasing cannabis seeds online offers convenience, quality, and access to a wide selection of strains. By choosing the right seeds, understanding cultivation techniques, and staying informed about legal considerations, growers can enjoy a rewarding Cannabis Cultivation  journey. Whether for personal use or breeding purposes, investing in high-quality cannabis seeds ensures a thriving and productive harvest.

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What to Look for in a Reliable Lighting Supplier in Qatar

Lighting plays a crucial role in enhancing the aesthetics, functionality, and energy efficiency of both residential and commercial spaces. Whether you are looking for spot lights, wall lights, street lights, or outdoor lights, choosing the right supplier can make all the difference. With numerous lighting companies in Qatar, selecting the best one requires careful evaluation.

This guide will help you understand the essential factors to consider when choosing the best lighting company to meet your needs.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Lighting Supplier

1. Wide Range of Lighting Products

A reliable lighting supplier should offer a comprehensive range of lighting solutions, including:

Residential lighting – Chandeliers, pendant lights, recessed lighting, LED bulbs.

Commercial lighting – Office lighting, industrial lighting, warehouse lighting.

Outdoor lights – Garden lights, pathway lights, pool lighting.

Street lights – High-quality street lamps and solar-powered lighting solutions.

Decorative lighting – Mood lighting, accent lighting, LED strips.

Having a diverse selection ensures you can find the right solution for your specific requirements.

2. Quality and Durability

The durability and performance of lighting fixtures are crucial for long-term reliability. When choosing a lighting company in Qatar, consider these quality aspects:

Material and build – Opt for suppliers that offer lighting fixtures made from high-quality materials like aluminum, stainless steel, or tempered glass.

Energy efficiency – LED lighting is a cost-effective and sustainable option.

Certifications – Look for compliance with international standards such as CE, RoHS, or ISO.

3. Innovative and Smart Lighting Solutions

Modern lighting solutions go beyond traditional functionality. A reputable supplier should provide innovative lighting options, such as:

Smart lighting – Wi-Fi or Bluetooth-enabled lights that can be controlled remotely.

Motion sensor lights – Ideal for security and energy-saving purposes.

Dimmable lights – Adjustable brightness levels for different moods and applications.

4. Customization Options

Every project has unique lighting requirements. Whether for residential lighting or commercial lighting, a good supplier should offer customization, including:

Bespoke designs – Custom-made fixtures to fit specific themes.

Color temperature variations – Options ranging from warm to cool white.

Size and shape adjustments – Tailored lighting to fit exact specifications.

5. Competitive Pricing and Value for Money

Price is a significant factor in choosing a lighting supplier. While affordability is important, it should not come at the cost of quality. Compare suppliers based on:

Cost per unit – Check bulk discounts for large orders.

Warranty coverage – Longer warranties indicate product reliability.

Installation support – Some companies include installation as part of their services.

6. Excellent Customer Support and After-Sales Service

A reliable lighting company in Qatar should provide exceptional customer service. Evaluate suppliers based on:

Technical support – Assistance with installation and troubleshooting.

Return and exchange policies – Hassle-free replacements for defective products.

Availability of spare parts – Ensuring longevity and easy maintenance of fixtures.

7. Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Options

With a growing focus on sustainability, selecting a supplier with eco-friendly lighting solutions is beneficial. Look for:

LED technology – Energy-efficient and long-lasting compared to traditional bulbs.

Solar-powered lights – Ideal for street lights and outdoor lights.

Recyclable materials – Environmentally responsible manufacturing processes.

8. Positive Market Reputation and Reviews

Customer reviews and testimonials are valuable indicators of a supplier’s reliability. Check:

Online ratings – Websites, forums, and social media feedback.

Industry awards and recognitions – Proof of excellence in the lighting sector.

Project portfolio – Case studies of past installations for commercial or residential clients.

Types of Lighting Solutions Offered by Reliable Suppliers

Residential Lighting

Residential spaces require various lighting types for functionality and aesthetics, including:

Ceiling lights – Chandeliers, pendant lights, and flush mounts.

Wall lights – Sconces and LED strips for accent lighting.

Spot lights – Directional lighting for artwork and display areas.

Floor and table lamps – Portable lighting solutions for living spaces.

Commercial Lighting

Offices, retail stores, and industrial spaces need efficient lighting for productivity. A supplier should offer:

Panel lights – Suitable for office ceilings.

Track lighting – Adjustable illumination for retail stores.

High-bay lighting – Used in warehouses and factories.

Recessed lighting – Provides sleek and modern aesthetics.

Outdoor and Street Lighting

For outdoor applications, a trusted supplier should provide:

Garden lights – Pathway lights, bollard lights, and floodlights.

Street lights – LED or solar-powered solutions for roadways.

Facade lighting – Enhancing the exterior appearance of buildings.

Motion sensor security lights – Ideal for home and commercial security.

Conclusion

Choosing a reliable lighting company in Qatar requires careful consideration of various factors, including product range, quality, innovation, customization, pricing, customer service, sustainability, and reputation. Whether you need residential lighting, commercial lighting, spot lights, wall lights, street lights, or outdoor lights, selecting the right supplier will ensure efficiency, durability, and value for money.

By keeping these factors in mind, you can confidently find the best lighting company that meets your needs and enhances your spaces effectively.

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Smooth Rides: Discover the Best Segway Electric Scooters

Electric scooters have transformed urban commuting, offering a convenient and eco-friendly alternative to traditional transportation. Among the top choices, Segway Electric Scooter models stand out for their performance, reliability, and cutting-edge technology. If you're looking to buy an electric scooter, choosing the right brand and model is crucial for an enjoyable and efficient ride.

Why Choose a Segway Electric Scooter?

Segway has earned a reputation for producing high-quality personal transportation devices. Their electric scooters are designed with durability, safety, and comfort in mind, making them a preferred option for daily commuters and adventure seekers alike. With features like powerful motors, extended battery life, and smart connectivity, these scooters provide a seamless riding experience.

One of the standout aspects of these scooters is their versatility. Whether you're navigating busy city streets or taking a scenic ride through parks, the sturdy build and advanced suspension systems ensure a smooth journey. Additionally, Segway models often incorporate regenerative braking and energy-efficient components, further enhancing their sustainability.

Smooth Rides: Discover the Best Segway Electric Scooters

When selecting the right model, it’s essential to consider various features to match your needs. Here are some critical factors to evaluate:

Battery Life & Range – Different models offer varying ranges, so if you need a scooter for long commutes, opt for one with an extended battery capacity.

Speed & Performance – Depending on local regulations and personal preferences, check the maximum speed and acceleration capabilities.

Portability & Weight – If you plan to carry your scooter on public transport or store it in tight spaces, lightweight and foldable options are ideal.

Safety Features – Look for models with efficient braking systems, LED lights, and durable tires for a safer riding experience.

Smart Technology – Many modern scooters offer Bluetooth connectivity, mobile app integration, and GPS tracking for added convenience.

The Best Models to Consider

Segway offers a variety of models tailored to different users. Some popular options include:

Segway Ninebot MAX G30 – Known for its long range and strong motor, this model is ideal for extended rides.

Segway Ninebot ES4 – A great combination of speed and portability, perfect for urban commuters.

Segway Ninebot E22 – A budget-friendly option with a smooth ride and easy handling.

Each of these models brings unique advantages, making it easy to find one that suits your lifestyle and budget.

Where to Buy an Electric Scooter?

With the growing demand for Buy Electric Scooter, finding a reliable seller is essential. Ensure you purchase from a reputable retailer to guarantee authenticity and warranty support. Additionally, checking customer reviews and after-sales service policies can help you make a more informed decision.

Electric scooters offer a convenient and enjoyable way to navigate the city while reducing your carbon footprint. Whether for daily commutes or weekend adventures, investing in a high-quality Segway Electric Scooter can provide a reliable and fun riding experience. So, take the time to explore your options and choose a model that best fits your needs and preferences.

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How to Grow Plants in an Apartment: A Complete Guide

Growing plants in an apartment can be a rewarding and relaxing hobby, bringing nature indoors and improving the atmosphere of your living space. Whether you're a seasoned gardener or a beginner, apartment gardening offers a unique set of challenges and rewards. With the right tools and strategies, you can create a thriving indoor garden in even the smallest of spaces.

Here’s a comprehensive guide to growing plants in your apartment, including helpful tips and essential resources to get you started.

1. Choose the Right Plants for Your Space

The first step to successful apartment gardening is selecting the right plants for your space. Some plants thrive in low light conditions, while others require bright, direct sunlight. When choosing plants, consider the lighting conditions of your apartment. Low-light plants like snake plants or peace lilies are perfect for areas with limited sunlight, while plants such as succulents and cacti need plenty of sunlight.

For tips on choosing plants that thrive indoors, check out this guide on Selecting the Right Plant Lights for Your Apartment.

2. Provide Proper Lighting for Your Plants

Lighting is one of the most important factors in plant growth. Since natural light in an apartment may be limited, investing in quality plant lights can help your indoor plants thrive. There are various types of plant lights, such as fluorescent, LED, and incandescent lights, each with its benefits.

For more information on selecting the right plant lights, read How to Select the Right Plant Lights for Your Apartment.

3. Keep Your Plants Hydrated and Healthy

Apartment plants often face challenges with humidity, which is essential for their well-being. Many plants, especially tropical varieties, need higher humidity levels than most indoor environments provide. Using a plant humidifier can help improve the indoor air quality and create a more favorable environment for your plants.

Additionally, keeping track of your plant's watering needs can be challenging, especially if you have multiple plants with varying needs. Best Apps for Tracking Indoor Plant Care in Your Apartment can help you stay on top of watering schedules and other care requirements.

4. Essential Tools for Apartment Gardeners

Gardening in an apartment requires a set of essential tools to keep your plants healthy and your gardening routine manageable. Some must-have tools include pruners, watering cans, trowels, and soil moisture meters. These tools make everyday gardening tasks more efficient, ensuring your plants receive the care they need.

Check out the Top 10 Essential Tools for Apartment Gardeners to make sure you have the right equipment for your gardening tasks.

5. Keep Track of Your Plant Care with Apps

Staying organized is crucial when you have multiple plants to care for in your apartment. You can use apps to help track watering schedules, fertilization, and general plant health. A digital plant care journal allows you to record and review your plant care routine, helping you spot potential issues before they become problems.

6. Potting and Choosing the Right Containers

The containers you choose for your plants play a significant role in their health and appearance. Look for containers that have drainage holes to prevent root rot and ensure good airflow for the plant roots. If you’re uncertain about the best containers for your apartment plants, visit Choosing the Best Containers for Apartment Plants for guidance.

You can also combine different containers to create a beautiful indoor garden display. How to Combine Containers for a Beautiful Indoor Garden Display will help you design a visually appealing space with your plants.

7. Books and Resources for Apartment Gardening

To deepen your knowledge of apartment gardening, there are many great books available on plant care, gardening techniques, and the best practices for growing indoor plants. These resources can help you learn how to better care for your plants and design a thriving indoor garden.

Consider reading Books That Every Apartment Gardener Should Read and Recommended Reading for Successful Indoor Gardening to expand your knowledge.

8. Use Gadgets to Make Gardening Easier

Modern gardening gadgets can make plant care more convenient and efficient. Whether you’re using a self-watering planter or a plant monitoring system, these tools can save you time and effort. Explore Top Plant Care Gadgets for Busy Urban Gardeners to discover innovative tools that can help you manage your apartment garden more effectively.

9. Stylish Planters for Modern Apartment Living

The right planters can elevate the look of your apartment garden and complement your interior decor. Choose stylish planters that not only suit your plants but also enhance the aesthetic of your home. Check out the Top 10 Stylish Planters for Modern Apartment Living for inspiration.

Conclusion

Growing plants in your apartment can transform your living space into a lush, green sanctuary. By selecting the right plants, providing proper care, and using the right tools and resources, you can create a beautiful indoor garden that thrives year-round. For even more advice on apartment gardening, visit Top 10 Books for Apartment Gardening and Indoor Plant Care.

Happy gardening!

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Aquarium Lights For Beginners: How To Choose The Best One For Your Planted Tank!

Checkout my supporting blog post on finding the perfect aquarium light for your fish tank - https://glassboxdiaries.com/aquarium-light-for-plants/

Seaoura SR616 Review - https://glassboxdiaries.com/this-cheap-aquarium-light-will-transform-your-planted-tank-seaoura-sr-616-review/

Aquarium lighting is one of the most confusing aspects of the hobby, especially for beginners. With so many options on the market and a variety of commonly misunderstood terms, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed. That’s why I created this video—to help you better understand what to look for in an aquarium light for your planted tank. Whether you’re just starting out or looking to upgrade your setup, this guide will cover all the essentials to help you make the best choice.

In this video, I break down the most popular types of aquarium lighting, including LED, T5 fluorescent, and grow lights. LED lights are highlighted as the best option for most hobbyists due to their efficiency, longevity, and affordability. I also discuss how older lighting types, like T8 and metal halides, compare to modern LED technology, explaining why LEDs have become the go-to choice for planted tanks.

We also dive into important terminology to help you understand your light’s performance. I cover:

Lumens: A measure of brightness, but not always an indicator of plant growth.

Kelvin (Color Temperature): How "warm" or "cool" your light appears, with 5,000–6,500K being ideal for most tanks.

PAR (Photosynthetically Active Radiation): The best metric for determining how much usable light your plants receive.

Lux: How much light reaches the tank, useful for overall illumination.

Watts: No longer a reliable performance metric due to advancements in LED efficiency.

I also provide helpful tips for selecting the right photoperiod (light duration) for your tank, highlighting how to balance intensity and duration to promote healthy plant growth while minimizing algae. Plus, I explain how the Daily Light Integral (DLI) method can optimize your tank’s lighting over a 24-hour period.

For anyone setting up their first planted tank, I recommend starting with budget-friendly options like the Seaura SR616 light for low-light plants or the Hygger 957 for medium-intensity setups. Both lights are highly rated and easy to use, making them great choices for beginners. Affiliate links and my detailed reviews are available in the description for more information.

Finally, I discuss white LED vs. full spectrum lights and why WRGB lights are gaining popularity. While white LEDs are great for beginners, full spectrum lights offer balanced wavelengths for plant growth and lower energy costs. WRGB lights, though more expensive, allow advanced aquascapers to customize their tanks with precise light control.

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Impact Fitness Coaching Academy Reviews: Real Feedback

When considering a business coaching program, it's natural to have questions about its effectiveness, cost, and value. For those interested in online fitness coaching, the IFCA - Online Fitness Business Mentor program, led by Erin Dimond, has been gaining attention. This detailed review aims to shed light on what IFCA is really about, its value, and what you can expect if you decide to invest in this program.

What Is IFCA?

The Impact Fitness Coaching Academy (IFCA) is an online business coaching program designed specifically for fitness professionals. If you’re looking to learn the ins and outs of growing a successful online coaching business, this is a resource that can potentially guide you. Erin Dimond, the founder, has extensive experience in the fitness industry and helps participants navigate the complex world of business coaching.

One of the unique aspects of IFCA is its focus on providing tools and strategies for how to make money in the coaching business. Many fitness coaches have the expertise to train clients, but the business side can be daunting. IFCA bridges that gap, helping coaches set up sustainable and profitable businesses through valuable business coaching principles and techniques.

How Much Is Impacted Coaching Academy?

One common question about IFCA is about its cost. While prices may vary depending on the specific program and any available promotions, it’s important to recognize that Impact Coaching Academy is an investment in both your business and your future. The pricing is designed to offer value for the detailed, step-by-step training that Erin Dimond and her team provide.

Many of the program’s past clients highlight that the value they received far exceeded the cost, especially when you consider how much business revenue they generated after completing the program. The program equips participants with actionable strategies, resources, and direct mentorship to not only kickstart their businesses but also grow them sustainably.

The Value of Business Coaching

At its core, business coaching is about gaining knowledge and insights that help you navigate challenges, avoid mistakes, and accelerate success. For many online fitness coaches, the reality is that the fitness industry can be overwhelming. From managing client relationships to marketing your services, business coaching helps you make sense of it all.

Erin Dimond’s coaching philosophy emphasizes building long-term success through solid business foundations. The value of business coaching, especially through IFCA, lies in the ability to receive expert guidance on how to scale your business in a way that suits your personal style and goals.

IFCA offers a unique blend of practical business advice alongside mindset coaching. It’s not just about creating a business that makes money—it’s about designing a business that you’re proud of, one that reflects your values and your vision for your life.

Testimonials and Success Stories

One of the best ways to understand the impact of IFCA is to look at the experiences of those who have gone through it. Many Impact Fitness Coaching Academy reviews highlight real success stories from coaches who went from struggling to finding steady income streams. Coaches mention how they learned to:

Streamline their business processes

Improve marketing and client acquisition strategies

Create consistent income through online fitness programs

These success stories are a testament to the effectiveness of the program, and show that Erin Dimond’s business coaching is both practical and transformative.

Conclusion

The Impact Fitness Coaching Academy (IFCA) offers business coaching that’s specifically tailored for fitness professionals who want to turn their passion into a profitable business. With Erin Dimond’s guidance, IFCA aims to help fitness coaches build sustainable businesses that bring in consistent revenue, all while teaching them the ins and outs of business growth.

The value you receive from IFCA goes beyond just business strategies; it’s about mentorship that provides ongoing support as you grow. So, if you’ve ever wondered whether business coaching could make a difference in your coaching career, IFCA offers a promising avenue to explore. Through detailed coaching, practical tools, and a supportive community, IFCA - Online Fitness Business Mentor could be the next step to your success.

Whether you’re just starting or looking to refine your business practices, IFCA provides the resources and mentorship you need to navigate the business side of fitness coaching with confidence.

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You are My Regret Vol. 1 (Light Novel) - Review

You Are My Regret is a high school coming of age romance drama/comedy by author Shimesaba, perhaps best know for the Higehero series (a great light novel and anime series!). It follows high school student Yuzuru "Yuzu" Asada who unexpectedly reunites with his middle school girlfriend Ai Mizuno after she moves back into town and the drama that unfolds following her return.

*Spoilers Ahead as I will be Summarizing the Main Story Below*

The story goes back and forth in time as protagonist Yuzuru Asada navigates the sudden return of his middle school ex-girlfriend while also reflecting on their past and what ultimately led to their breakup. The thing about Ai is that she is described as a "free-spirit" who marches to the beat of her own drum and leads an unfiltered life. This is what initially draws Yuzuru to Ai and ultimately what leads to them dating. He loves her free and unapologetic way of seeing the world and she in turn appreciates having someone finally accept her as she is after having shunned by her classmates in the past. However, as time progresses Yuzuru grows a bit resentful of their relationship as he begins feeling like nothing more than a supporting character in Ai's colorful and bubbly world, especially after she repeated changes or cancels plans. Her focus and attention are always shifting to new things and Asada begins believing himself relegated to an accessory rather than a priority to Ai. But rather than openly communicating with Ai and trying to mend things, Yuzuru believes that he shouldn't butt in and try and change Ai's free nature. Ultimately he reaches a breaking point and coldly ends his relationship with Ai and not long after she moves away.

In the present Yuzuru is racked with regret over how things ended and now in high school, Ai has moved back into town and enrolled in Yuzuru's school. Yuzuru is conflicted with her sudden return and is unsure of how to proceed. Things become even more complicated as Ai wastes no time making it abundantly clear that she still has feelings for Yuzuru. Yuzuru, however, not wanting to repeat the situation all over again, pushes Ai away. This leads him to once again find himself regretting everything and which leads to tension between him and his literature club friend, a gyaru-type girl named Kaoru Odajima who pushes Yuzuru to be open and honest and try and reconcile with Ai (although it is implied that Odajima may be harboring feelings for Yuzuru herself). Not long after, popular student athlete Sousuke Andou expresses interests in pursuing Ai romantically. Their first date ends disastrously, however, after Ai is unable to talk about anything other than Yuzuru, causing Andou to become frustrated with her. After their date, Ai is caught up in a storm where she is found by Yuzuru who apologizes for the way things ended with them (both times) and takes her back to his house to shelter her from the rain. There, the two clarify everything regarding their relationship: past, current, and future. Yuzuru opens up about his past frustrations and regrets and the two agree to start over from zero, first as friends, with the end goal being the possibility of dating again. This seems to be more than enough for Ai who proceeds to kiss him on the cheek ( a "friend kiss" as she calls it). At school Andou apologizes to Ai and Yuzuru for his past behavior but expresses continued interest in pursuing Ai now that he has a better understanding of she and Yuzuru's relationship. Ai agrees to befriending Andou but cheekily adds that should any plans they make overlap with plans she has with Yuzuru then "Yuzuru comes first". The story ends with Yuzuru and Odajima finishing up their literature club meeting. She teases Yuzuru into calling her by her first name, Kaoru, and perhaps signaling to the reader that she does in fact have feelings for Yuzuru. However, as they are about to leave, she quietly expresses that she doesn't want to go home (likely alluding to her difficult home life that's been hinted at throughout) before ambiguously waving off Yuzuru with a promise of "see you tomorrow".

*End of Volume 1*

Short review

This was a short and sweet slice of life story that does a really good job at conveying a lot the teenage angst and exaggerated, irrational thoughts and feelings of teenagers. I really enjoyed Shimesaba-sensei's prior Higehero series so it was interesting to see them make a shift into a smaller scale high school drama but it was once again another enjoyable, insightful read. It is not a cute, fluffy, silly, saccharin high school romcom but its also not brooding, cynical, or edgy by any means. It strike the right balance of being a dramatic but lighthearted and enjoyable read especially after a long day at work. I'm definitely curious to see where the story goes from here so I will definitely be picking up volume 2 soon enough (I may try and sandwich a few manga or other books in between) but if this sounds like your kind of book, then I highly recommend! 7.8/10

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Step-by-Step Guide to Installing Solar Home Lighting Systems in Raipur

With the growing demand for sustainable and renewable energy solutions, solar home lighting systems have become an ideal choice for households in Raipur. These systems not only reduce electricity bills but also contribute to environmental conservation. Here’s a comprehensive guide to installing solar home lighting systems in Raipur.

1. Understanding Solar Home Lighting Systems

Before installation, it’s crucial to understand what a solar home lighting system entails. These systems include:

Solar Panels: Capture sunlight and convert it into electricity.

Battery Storage: Stores energy for use during non-sunny hours.

Charge Controller: Regulates battery charging and prevents overcharging.

LED Lights and Fixtures: Energy-efficient lighting solutions.

2. Assess Your Energy Needs

Calculate the energy requirements of your household to determine the capacity of the solar system needed. Consider the number of lights, fans, and other appliances you plan to run on solar power.

Tip: Use an energy calculator or consult a solar expert in Raipur.

3. Choose a Reliable Solar Provider

Select a trusted provider in Raipur for purchasing solar equipment. Compare options based on quality, warranty, and customer reviews.

Popular Providers in Raipur:

Aditya Solar Solutions

Green Energy Hub

SunPower Technologies

4. Site Survey and Planning

Schedule a site survey with your solar provider to determine the best location for installing solar panels. The roof is typically the ideal spot as it receives maximum sunlight.

Key Factors to Consider:

Shadow-free area

Tilt angle of panels

Structural integrity of the roof

5. Obtain Necessary Permissions

In Raipur, you might need to obtain permissions from local authorities or your housing society for rooftop installations. Check with the Chhattisgarh State Renewable Energy Development Agency (CREDA) for guidelines and subsidies.

6. Installation of Solar Panels

The installation process involves:

Mounting Structures: Install the mounting structure on your roof.

Fixing Solar Panels: Secure the panels on the mounting structures.

Wiring: Connect the panels to the charge controller and battery.

Tip: Ensure professional installation to avoid any electrical hazards.

7. Connect the Lighting System

Once the solar panels and batteries are in place:

Connect the LED lights and other fixtures to the system.

Test the system to ensure all components are functioning correctly.

8. Maintenance and Troubleshooting

Regular maintenance is essential for optimal performance:

Clean solar panels every 2-3 months to remove dust and debris.

Check battery health periodically.

Monitor system performance using a solar monitoring app (if available).

9. Leverage Government Subsidies

The government offers subsidies for residential solar installations under various schemes. Reach out to CREDA or local energy departments for detailed information.

Key Benefits:

Reduced upfront costs

Accelerated return on investment

10. Enjoy Sustainable Living

With your solar home lighting system in Raipur and running, you can enjoy energy savings, reduced carbon footprint, and uninterrupted power supply.