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Silent Conference Headphones

Silent conference headphones offer a new way to network, allowing you to listen to a speaker or interpreter while also communicating with the people around you. This innovative method allows for focused and productive conversations even in noisy environments. Benefits of using silent conference headphones include improved communication, reduced distractions, more opportunities to connect, and increased engagement.

To use silent conference headphones for networking, introduce yourself, be patient, speak clearly and slowly, and listen carefully. It is important to be aware of the headphones' limitations and to be prepared for the headphones to be adjusted. Speak clearly and slowly to ensure understanding. Listen carefully to ensure a meaningful conversation.

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Silent Conference Headphones: A New Way to Network

Silent conference headphones offer a new way to network, allowing you to listen to a speaker or interpreter while also communicating with the people around you. This innovative method allows for focused and productive conversations even in noisy environments. Benefits of using silent conference headphones include improved communication, reduced distractions, more opportunities to connect, and increased engagement.

To use silent conference headphones for networking, introduce yourself, be patient, speak clearly and slowly, and listen carefully. It is important to be aware of the headphones' limitations and to be prepared for the headphones to be adjusted. Speak clearly and slowly to ensure understanding. Listen carefully to ensure a meaningful conversation.

Silent conference headphones can be used at conferences or trade shows to listen to speakers and exhibitors while having conversations with other attendees. They can also be used to join a networking group, facilitate roundtable discussions, speed dating, and one-on-one conversations, and host a networking event to create a more intimate and engaging environment for guests.

No matter your networking goals, silent conference headphones can help you achieve them by connecting with more people, building stronger relationships, and advancing your career. By using these headphones, you can connect with more people, build stronger relationships, and advance your career.

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Silent Equipment Rental In bengaluru

Bengaluru is often referred to as the “Silicon Valley of India” due to its prominence as a major technology hub. The city is home to numerous IT companies, tech startups, research centers, and innovation hubs, making it an ideal location to host conferences focused on technology, software development, and emerging trends in the tech industry.It is a diverse and cosmopolitan city with a mix of cultures, languages, and communities. This diversity attracts conferences that focus on cultural exchange, arts, literature, and social topics. Silent Equipment Rental services in Bengaluru are readily available, ensuring that participants can seamlessly engage with the content and discussions, even in multi-track events.

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Silent Party Headphones

Silent party headphones are a type of wireless headphones that allow people to listen to different music at the same event. They are typically used at silent discos, which are parties where the music is broadcast through headphones instead of speakers. This allows people to choose the music they want to listen to, without disturbing others. Silent party headphones typically have three channels, which can be used to play different genres of music or different songs. They also have a volume control, so people can adjust the volume to their liking. You can listen to the music you want to listen to, without disturbing others.Translation India understands the need of the hour and thus accordingly presents you with its new product Silent Party Headphones. It consists of 2 machines i.e. a wireless stereo headphone and a small music broadcaster. Silent party headphones enables you to enjoy and have all the fun you want in the loud music of Disco without interrupting or breaking the government rules. These silent party headphones are perfectly comfortable and tight enough to make a barrier between the outside sound and music played on the 3 Channel Silent Disco Headphones.

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Silent Conference In London

London is a significant commercial and business hub for the Middle East, Levant, and Africa, with headquarters of major international companies like HSBC, Shell, and BP. It is also a major financial center, with the London Stock Exchange being one of the largest in the world. London's location, history, and infrastructure make it a convenient location for businesses operating in Europe, Asia, and Africa. The city's strong business environment and well-developed legal and financial system contribute to its global reputation.

Conferences and meetings, Conventions and exhibitions are organized on a regular basis in London and other locations. The demand for Silent Conference in London is increasing across all sectors. Participants and businessmen are traveling from all over the world to London to attend meetings and silent lectures.The demand for silent conferences is increasing in London. This is because silent conferences offer a number of benefits over traditional conferences, including.Improved focus and concentration: Silent conferences allow participants to focus on the speaker and the content without being distracted by other noise. This can lead to improved learning and understanding.Reduced stress and anxiety: Silent conferences can help to reduce stress and anxiety levels in participants. This is because they do not have to worry about being overheard or interrupted.Increased collaboration: Silent conferences can help to increase collaboration between participants. This is because they can easily communicate with each other using headphones.Improved accessibility: Silent conferences are more accessible to people with hearing impairments. This is because they can use the headphones to listen to the speaker.

The demand for silent conferences is also being driven by the increasing number of international conferences that are held in London. These conferences often attract participants from all over the world, who may not speak the same language. Silent conferences can help to overcome this language barrier by providing participants with the ability to listen to the speaker in their own language.

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Voting pad system form silent equipment rental

Voting pad system or audience response system is considered to be one of the most popular methods of making a corporate event interesting. As a matter of fact, it is a great tool to engage and interact with your audience and make them feel a part of the event itself.And thus to make your corporate event a sure shot success and make it more engaging to the audience, Silent Equipment Rental presents high quality voting pad system on rent. With superior quality technology and hi-tech finish, these little stylishly designed devices with LED screens help turn the course of your seminar or product launch or conference.

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headphones for silent meeting

Silentconference worldwide is the leading provider for conference headphones for silent meeting, Silent meetings and wireless conference headphones on rent . Our headphones are easy to use , state of the art and noise cancelling and can be used for Silent conference and are available on rent . The rates are based on the total quantity of participants for Silent Meeting silent meeting, s , number of parallel sessions and number of days for which the Silent conference is scheduled to be organized. Our Silent conference headphones are wireless and can automatically tune to the closest available frequency and hence the participants can attend as many parallel sessions as possible. The audience member simply wears the headphones and adjusts their personal volume to their comfortable level. Silent Conference headphones have longs lasting charging life and can be recharged quickly and hassle free. This allows for easy and quick implementation of such projects. saving time, money and resources for the organisers. Silent conference are available on rent/ hire for short term and long terms supported by an experienced Technical Crew. Our team is well versed with the unique requirements for Silent Conference and manage all last minute request of the client.

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Soft spot | Daphne van Domselaar

Pairing: Daphne van Domselaar x Nedwnt!Reader

Summary: You're known as a tough person but Daphne is your soft spot. [requested]

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

Over the course of your career you had built up a reputation as a tough person. The reputation had started on the pitch, the fans always seeing your ruthless defending, searching for the limits with every tackle and shove you handed out. The reputation grew when the team started sharing more behind the scenes with the world. Most of your teammates were very touchy and always hugging in one way or another, while you were not a fan of physical contact.

There was just one exception to your toughness, and that was Daphne van Domselaar. She brought out your soft side, more often than not. You were a whole different person when you were around her. So, it was no surprise to your Dutch teammates when the two of you had started dating. 

You walked into the conference room where you were meeting with the team before your match tonight, going over the tactics one last time. “Here you go.” You say as you hand Daphne a cup of coffee, and sit down next to her with your own. “What about me?” Daan asks. You shrug, “You know where to find the coffee machine.” The girl simply rolls her eyes and gets up to grab her own cup of coffee. 

After the meeting everyone heads to the bus where you take your usual spot next to Daphne. Your pre-game bus ritual consisted of listening to music with your headphones on, Daphne didn’t mind the quiet bus partner, she knew by the end of the drive you would either be cuddled up against her side, or laying with your legs over hers. The latter was the case today, she smiled when you shifted in your seat and looked up at her to silently ask if it was okay. Daphne nodded, and went on with her conversation with Jackie who was sitting in the row next to you. You put your legs over hers and closed your eyes again.

Like usual, you threw everything at the match, making many clean tackles left and right. Your high pressure defending had helped turn the direction of play many times, always being able to send the ball forward to one of the midfielders. The team had worked hard on quick turnovers during training, and you were putting all that hard work to practice during this game. 

Your opponents were rushing forward with the ball, and you were defending the player with the ball. She had some fast footwork but you weren’t fooled by her fancy tricks, and managed to kick the ball through her own legs. You smirk as you pick up the ball on the other side of the player, and shoot it to Jackie. Jackie was able to run through the midfield without many players on her and was able to pick out Viv in front of her, delivering her a perfect ball, which the striker shot beautifully into the far corner. 

The match continues, and your opponents are even more fired up now as they are behind a goal. Sherida made a hard tackle on her end of the defense line, trying to stop the opposing player from moving forward but was carded for a foul, and a free kick was given.

The free kick was taken and the ball curled around the wall, the ball landed in the crowded box. An opposing player got to it first, effectively turning, and trying a shot at goal. Daphne had to fully extend her arms to block the shot from going into the bottom right corner. She managed to stop the ball from going into the goal, but since it bounced off of her, the ball was back into play. You run to the left side of the goal, knowing that if they shoot in that direction, Daphne wouldn’t be able to make it in time. The keeper is up by the time the shot was taken, but still on the wrong side of the goal. You quickly put your arms behind your back as the ball comes flying in your direction. You jump up as they are going for the top right corner, and manage to head the ball over the goal post. 

Daphne jumps into your arms in celebration, and you hold her tight. “That was incredible.” She spoke into your ear, loud enough to be heard over the crowd that was still cheering. “You were pretty incredible yourself.” You kiss her cheek quickly, before you part ways for the corner kick to be taken. A few of your teammates pat you on the back as you walk past them, showing their appreciation for your quick thinking. 

The match continued and your team eventually won the match with a score of 0-1, Viv’s goal giving you the win. The score also meant that Daphne was able to keep a clean sheet. An accomplishment that she was proud of but knew she also had you to thank for. So, she posted her celebration with you to her story.

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To celebrate the win, you and Daphne went out for dinner. Since you were away with the whole team a lot, you and Daphne had decided to go out for dinner with just the two of you in every new place that you visited for a match. It was a nice way to spend more time together, as well as explore the places you stayed in. 

Daphne loved documenting her life through photo dumps on her Instagram, your camp date nights had gotten their own special dump.

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daphnevdomselaar: another camp, another date dump. You know the drill :)

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daniellevddonk: SOFTIE ALERT

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y/n_y/l/n: Why are you exposing me like this...

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You might act as if you don’t like her exposing your soft side to the world but in reality you didn’t care what the world thought. Daphne was your soft spot, and you wouldn’t change that for the world. You loved her, and wanted people to see the love that the two of you shared.

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Media Day | Platonic!Aitana Bonmati x Reader

Words: 1.2k Summary: everyone hates when you two get paired up on media day – please I know they didn’t score against Wolfsburg in the particular game mentioned, pretend they did Requested by @onandkfk - i'm sorry this isn't as good as i was hoping it to be but i hope you like it!

Media days could be tough. Interviewers or challenges could be awkward and sometimes you just don’t click with the people around you. Obviously all of the team worked well with each other, but if there were bad vibes from the visitors it threatened to ruin everything.

That’s why you and Aitana paired up whenever you could. And people hated it.

The two of you were rather respectful, reserved in comparison to the general Barcelona Femení image. Well that was before you discovered how much you enjoyed each other’s company.

You joined Barcelona from Atletico Madrid in 2020 as somewhat of a ‘child prodigy’. It left a sour taste in many people’s (fans) mouths, leaving one of Barca’s biggest rivals of the time only to join the ‘enemy’. You were too nervous to put yourself out there in a team like Barcelona, not knowing many of them despite having just had your first national team, so the first week or so was rather lonely. When not training, your head was buried in a book with headphones perched over your ears, or homework resting on your lap.

Eventually Aitana extended a hand to you in training, taking you under her wing. Being 16 at the time, you became basically stitched to her side. Jona tried to separate you when he first became head coach, despite having been witnessing your sibling like relationship as assistant coach for months beforehand, but quickly found there was no use. You worked well with everyone, often spending time with Mapi and Alexia or Clàudia when Aitana had something else to do, but you always found your way back to her at the end of the day.

It was a similar situation on media days. Everyone got paired up or rotated between a few people, you and Aitana included, but you always managed to find a way to pair up or sit and watch each other for majority of the day.

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“Please don’t pair me up with them again Jona, please. Put Keira with them, it’s like a group of siblings when they’re together.” You let out a giggle as Patri begs to be switched out for the game.

“It’s just a little ‘who knows who better’ challenge, how bad can it be?” a hand lands sympathetically on her shoulder before he takes his leave for a press conference about tomorrow’s UWCL game against Benfica.

The midfielder takes a seat to the left of Aitana, and jokingly wipes her hands against her shorts.

“Estoy muy nervosa entre estas dos” (I’m very nervous between these two) she lets out a breathy laugh, looking down the lens of the camera as a silent plea of help as our voices muddle together in protest.

“¿Por qué? ¡Nosotras somos como ángeles Patri!” (Why? We are like angels Patri!)

“No hay razón para estar!” (there is no reason to be!)

“You will find a way to traumatise me I swear. But let’s get this over with!”

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“Hola culers! I am Patri.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“… and Aitana Bonmatí?” laughs break out from the whole crew, including you and Patri, as Aitana’s face twists in confusion toward you.

“Well I wasn’t going to say your name for you was I?”

“I thought you were saying both… let’s go again.” A chuckle slips out before you try to redo the intro.

“Hi! I am Patri Guijarro.”

“I’m Y/N L/N”

“And Aita-” she cuts herself off and begins to laugh again, falling against your side.

“Qué poco profesional, verdad?” (so unprofessional right?) you stare directly into the camera before looking for a joking confirmation from Patri and the camera crew, who all nod in agreement.

“Sí, stick to fútbol.” You pat her on the back before trying the introduction again. Four more times.

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“What was Y/N’s first start for Barcelona? And when?” you send Aitana a playful look as Patri reads the question off the card.

“You better know this Tana or we may have a problem. We had our first link up on the pitch during this game, it was a banger goal.”

“No I know. Of course I know.” She scribbles something down on the whiteboard.

“3, 2, 1. Times up, I hope you know the answer for your own sake Aitana.” Patri glances over at the older girl’s board and snickers.

“Ay she got it wrong heh? She has very poor memory.”

“I do not! Stop lying to everyone.”

“Okay okay Aitana what did you write?” shamefully, she flips her board around.

“Real Madrid, January 2021.” Your mouth falls open and your eyes bulge out of your head.

“Tana! My first start was against Wolfsburg in the UWCL semi-final in August 2020. You lobbed the ball from the mid-line and I headed it straight passed the goalie. I can’t believe you don’t remember that! Your age really is making you forget things.” A poor replication of a solemn expression is plastered on your face while Aitana tries defends herself.

“I have many of your achievements and milestones to remember hermanita! It is hard when you are such a successful player.” Despite Aitana referring to you has her little sister for quite some time, it manages to pull at your heart.

“I suppose I can excuse it this once.” With a roll of your eyes, you move onto the next question.

“How many major trophies does Aitana have? Country, club and junior and senior teams combined.”

“Dios mío, which ones doesn’t she have? You know I have to deep search our apartment once a week for her Ballon D’or so I can put it on display because she’s too modest to let everyone know how good she is?”

“It gets hidden right beside your 4 ‘TOTY’ player trophies from since you were 16.”

“I told you I would display them if we got a cat and you said ‘no I’m allergic’ so who’s fault is it really?”

“I cannot control my allergies, you bring half of Mapi’s cat back every time you visit them anyway, there is no need for our own cat.”

“I hate you.”

“Hermanita you say that every time I say no and yet you still make Miguelitos once a week because you found out they’re my favourite dessert.”

“Are you calling me a pushover Tana?”

“I’m not… not saying that.”

“Culo.” (ass) Aitana gasps dramatically and places a hand over her heart.

“You wound me Y/N.” you poke your tongue out at her then turn back to your whiteboard, writing down the answer.

“There is no way she knows this.”

“You doubt me Aitana?”

“Yo tambien para ser honesta.” (me too to be honest) the girls laugh to each other as they wait for you to finish with your suspiciously long answer for the question at hand. You don’t waste time in turning the board around to show the two midfielders and the cameras.

Jaws drop as they all read your answer.

“Thirty-one, and she named each of them. Aitana you need to step up your knowledge, this is crazy impressive.”

“How on earth do you know all that?”

“I care deeply about my friends, so much so that I’d get them a cat if they asked.” You glare at each other as Patri tries to end the video.

“Our winner is Y/N, with 5/5 questions right. Aitana you only got 3/5, you are a bad friend.”

“You tell her Patri!”

“What do I need to do to make the boasting end?”

“Make me fabada when we get home.”

“You hate me.”

“And yet you’ll still make it for me as I make your Miguelitos, so either both of us win or lose.”

“Bien hermanita.” She sighs but gives me a smile despite it.

“Gracias… loser.”

“I swear to go-”

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Silent conference equipment in Paris

Paris is a global commercial and business hub, home to numerous multinational corporations and the Euronext Paris stock exchange. Its location, history, and infrastructure contribute to its status as a center for trade and finance. The city's history dating back to the Roman Empire has created a strong business environment with a well-developed legal and financial system, making it a vital center for global markets. The city's strategic location in Western Europe and its rich history make it an attractive destination for businesses seeking global expansion.

Silent conferences in Paris are becoming increasingly popular. In fact, a number of organizations are now offering silent conference services in the city. These organizations can provide the headphones, equipment, and staff needed to run a successful silent conference.

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Unique characteristics & Advantage of Silent conference

The silent conference system is adaptable, catering to various event formats and venue types without compromising audio quality. It allows organizers to curate dynamic programs that cater to the specific needs and preferences of their audience. It also mitigates external disturbances, creating an environment conducive to focused learning and networking. This eliminates the disruptive impact of ambient noise, allowing speakers to deliver their content with enhanced clarity. The silent conference system is also a sustainable and eco-friendly alternative to traditional sound setups, reducing noise pollution and energy consumption associated with large-scale events. This aligns with the growing global emphasis on sustainability, positioning it as a responsible choice for event planners and organizations committed to minimizing their ecological impact. As this technology continues to evolve, its unique advantages are poised to redefine modern conferencing and event management, paving the way for more engaging, sustainable, and personalized gatherings in the future. 

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Silent Equipment Rental In hyderabad

Hyderabad is a major hub for the information technology (IT) industry in India. The city is also known for its thriving pharmaceutical and life sciences sector. Hyderabad hosts conferences focusing on pharmaceutical research, drug development, biotechnology, and healthcare innovations. The city’s biotech and bioinformatics ecosystem has led to the organization of conferences exploring advancements in genomics, proteomics, and related fields. In addition to its vibrant conference scene, Hyderabad’s central location in India makes it accessible from various parts of the country, which is advantageous for both domestic and international attendees. To further enhance the conference experience, Silent Equipment Rental services in Hyderabad are readily available, ensuring that participants can seamlessly engage with the content and discussions, even in multi-track events.

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Hi! I love your one shots soooo much they are super cool! Could you do one with a gender fluid unsub around 14 who is hotchs child and like has been killing since hailey died and they go on cases and always kill wherever their cases are? I probably phrased this horribly but to bad! (:

Aaron Hotchner X Unsub Teen Reader

Request: Hi! I love your one shots soooo much they are super cool! Could you do one with a gender fluid unsub around 14 who is hotchs child and like has been killing since hailey died and they go on cases and always kill wherever their cases are? I probably phrased this horribly but to bad! (:

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The rain pounded against the windows of the BAU, mixing with the tension that hung thick in the air.

A team of elite profilers, once accustomed to solving the most heinous crimes, had been uncharacteristically stumped lately. Even their veteran leader, Aaron Hotchner, was feeling the pressure to crack this case.

“Another body found in Phoenix,” Garcia’s voice chimed through the conference room.

“Same MO as the last three we tracked. And it’s almost as if whoever is behind this is toying with us. The victims were all found in different locations, and there’s no connection beyond the way they were killed.”

Hotch stood at the head of the table, his jaw set as he processed the information. What remained unspoken hung like a thick veil in the room—his child.

Y/N had been accompanying the team for the past few months. They were brilliant and keen, yet something darker stirred within them—something rooted in a tragedy that had left its mark on the family.

It was one year since Hailey’s shocking death, and in that time, Y/N had transformed. Once a bright, cheerful teenager who wore their heart on their sleeve, they were now a whirlwind of secrecy and shadows.

The pain of losing their mother had morphed their grief into a need for retribution. They had been the one to inform Hotch about their first kill, a desperate declaration of their struggle with the chaos swirling inside.

“I want to help,” they had said, their eyes sparkling, yet haunted. “I never want anyone to feel how I felt when Mom died.”

Hotch’s heart ached at the memory. He was helpless to contain the darkness blossoming within Y/N, and what he feared most was that they might one day become the very thing they sought to destroy.

As the team piled into the jet, Hotch’s gaze fell on Y/N, sitting silently, headphones in their ears, lost in their own world.

Their style had evolved into a blend of what-they-wanted-to-be and what-they-resented; garments tailored not to gender expectations, but rather an expression of their multifaceted self—a mixture of floral patterns contrasted with edgy leather, layers lending complexity to an already intricate persona.

“Are you alright?” Hotch asked softly, leaning closer, though they didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“I’m fine,” Y/N replied, the words almost rehearsed, a barrier against the turmoil that awaited exploration. “I want to help, to make a difference.”

The words hung in the air, and beneath them was something deeper, more menacing. Hotch couldn’t shake the feeling that Y/N was seeking not just to help, but to find solace through something darker—not just shaping justice, but perhaps defining it through blood.

When they landed in Phoenix, the tempo of the city pulsed around them; sirens sang through the streets, and chaos bubbled beneath the surface.

The BAU team wasted no time regarding the case. Teaming up with local law enforcement, they reviewed the crime scenes, learning the patterns that unfolded with each new victim.

Y/N observed with an intensity that fascinated and terrified Hotch.

As they pieced together the clues, he struggled to decipher whether they were contributing to the investigation or secretly plotting their next move.

Days blended into nights as the team worked relentlessly. Each day they’d visit the scenes of the grisly murders, with Y/N becoming more withdrawn and brooding.

They had become an expert at slipping away unnoticed, coming and going like a phantom that haunted the edges of their father’s life.

During one evening, Hotch found them beneath a flickering streetlight, sketching something in a weathered notebook. “What are you drawing?” he asked softly, trying to bridge the vast emotional gulf that had formed between them.

“My thoughts,” Y/N murmured, not raising their eyes from the page. “Of Mom. Of… everything.”

Hotch’s heart tightened. “You don’t have to carry this alone, you know. I’m here.”

“Maybe I don’t want to just be here,” Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe I want to be something else. Something that means something.”

“You are so much more than you realize. Your mother would have wanted—”

“Mom’s dead,” Y/N interrupted, the sadness transforming into an uncharacteristic ferocity. “Do you think I haven’t thought about it every day, every single moment?”

Hotch swallowed hard, trying to suppress the rising tide of frustration and fear. “You have the chance to make a difference in the right way. Let us help you—”

“Sure, help me by stopping the bad guys,” they shot back, standing abruptly, their emotions boiling over. “You mean help me keep the things I want to do in check? Help me pretend I’m not hurting? I don’t need that. I need something much more… satisfying.”

The confrontation felt like a turning point. In that moment, Hotch truly understood the internal war raging within his child. It wasn’t just about grief; it was about an urge to exert control in a world that felt chaotic and lost.

Understanding this collided with the haunting realization of their possible actions. As each day passed, bodies continued to pile up in unspeakably horrific ways. Their killer—a shadowy figure playing mind games with the authorities—remained elusive, and as clues began to mount, a nagging sense of familiarity clawed at Hotch’s memory.

Finally, everything clicked into place when a witness emerged with descriptions of the killer’s attire. Everything fit perfectly with Y/N’s style.

Hotch’s pulse raced as anxiety gripped him; he had to find Y/N before they reached a point of no return. A frantic search of bars and alleys began while Garcia worked on tracing their phone virtually everywhere.

When he finally found them—a confrontation under the same streetlight, with the echo of sirens blaring in the distance—there was a blood-stained knife clutched in Y/N’s hand. Their expression flickered between triumph and despair.

“I did it, Dad. I stopped them,” they whispered, trembling as they gazed into his eyes.

“You’re not a monster,” Hotch pleaded, his heart racing. “But this isn’t justice. This will only destroy you from the inside out.”

Silence hung between them for an agonizing breath, before Y/N dropped the knife, the clatter breaking a spell. “But I killed for you,” they sobbed. “For us.”

Hotch stepped forward, carefully reaching for them. “We can find a better way, together. This—this isn’t the path your mother would want for you.”

As Y/N fell into his embrace, the darkness quelling its hold, the rain began to pour once more, washing away every trace—a promise for a better tomorrow: healing, understanding, and love forged through pain. They stood together under the flickering streetlight.

The end!

Hope you liked this one shot, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1207

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Silent Conference in New York

New York City's commercial and business hub is attributed to its location, history, and infrastructure. Its strategic location at the crossroads of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, along with its rich history of trade and commerce, creates a strong business environment. The city attracts businesses from other countries due to its strong economy, skilled workforce, and global market access. In 2021, it attracted over $100 billion in foreign direct investment, making it the second-largest recipient of FDI globally. Additionally, the city handles over $2 trillion in annual trade.

Silent conferences in New York are becoming increasingly popular.  In fact, a number of organizations are now offering silent conference services in the city. These organizations can provide the headphones, equipment, and staff needed to run a successful silent conference.

The growing number of international conferences held in New York City is also fueling the growth of silent conferences. These conferences frequently attract attendees from all over the world, many of whom do not speak the same language. Silent conferences can help to overcome this language barrier by allowing attendees to listen to the speaker in their native language.

Silent Conference Worldwide   is a leading provider of silent conference systems. We have a wide range of experience in providing silent conference systems for a variety of events, including conferences, trade shows, and corporate meetings. We also have a team of highly skilled technical professionals who can help you to set up and run your silent conference system.

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So Tragic and Rare

"Are You What I Need?" (pt. 20)

word count: 2.9k warnings: none! just a lot of emotions previous part 🧡 next part masterlist

Another season ended. Another elimination from the playoffs. Another Eastern Conference Final without a single win.

And Andrei Svechnikov felt awful.

The feeling wasn’t new. It was the default when the hockey season ended without him lifting that silver chalice above his head. But this year felt different. And he knew exactly why. Unlike previous years where the goal of winning the Stanley Cup next season was focus of the off-season, he had different plans. He had planned to come home to an amazing woman.

That ideal off-season – one of him and Keely spending the summer together while he trained and she created and they both travelled the world was still fresh in his mind, even though now it seemed destined to stay a fantasy. And unlike the Stanley Cup, he wasn’t sure what he could do to get Keely Halloran back in his life.

Andrei tried to forget about her: her smile, her voice, her touch. Even though he never really wanted to erase her beautiful blue eyes and playful laugh from his memory. It just would’ve been easier for him. The playoffs did help, while they lasted. But now that they were over, he was left with a daunting summer alone. And those hopes and dreams returned to the forefront of his mind, now more painful since he saw no chance at making them a reality.

Instead of that sparkling summer he dreamed of, he sits in his Carolina house, the space empty and silent. His family had already gone back home, leaving him alone to wrap up any remaining responsibilities he had to attend to before joining them. He should be packing, should be organizing, should be doing something other than sitting on his living room couch, wallowing.

His phone buzzes from its spot on the table, a notification lighting up the screen. Andrei’s eyes glance down, registering the words on the Google Alert banner.

Keely Halloran performance at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

Andrei knows that he should’ve silenced these alerts long ago. They were partially the reason it all went downhill – the constant bombardment of headlines that involved rumors of her with someone who wasn’t him surely wasn’t good for his self-esteem. But after he left her Beacon Hill brownstone that evening in April, he didn’t have the heart to stop them. Call it morbid curiosity, call it being a glutton for punishment, he didn’t care. He wanted to know what she was doing, where she was going, who she was hanging out with. And in the months that they were apart, no alert had sent him spiraling. They were all pretty standard: interviews, paparazzi shots, recordings.

He had seen an announcement about new music amid the Eastern Conference Final series, the idea of listening to it pushed to the side. But now… he had nothing better to do.

Andrei walks to his office/gaming room to grab his wireless headphones, quickly connecting them to his cellphone before clicking the video link.

He can’t stop the pull of his heart as Keely walks onto the stage, the black lace jumpsuit as intoxicating as everything about her. The music begins and Andrei watches as she lifts the microphone to her mouth, the melody falling from her lips.

It was beautiful. She always sounded beautiful but this… it was mournful, it was apologetic. But more importantly, it felt like she was singing directly to him. Every lyric was an explanation, each line an apology.

The video ends and Andrei registers her gentle smile, ladened with melancholy. He sees her blue eyes, the normally electric irises now dark as a stormy sea. He fights back against the urge to replay the video, watch it on repeat, get his fill of seeing Keely’s face and hearing her voice. But something tells him that there was more of whatever story she was trying to tell.

His fingers move quickly, opening his Instagram, ignoring the thousands of tags and mentions and direct messages and typing ‘keelyhalloran’ into the search bar. Her profile pops up in an instant and he clicks the very first post.

It’s an album cover, the burnt orange as eye-catching as the image within the album title. Andrei’s eyes scan over the track titles before moving onto the caption that Keely added to the image. And every word feels as if it tugs at a deeper part of him, an instinct that says he wasn’t crazy. His instinct was right – this album was for him and he needed to listen.

So, he did.

The album is easy to find, the first thing that pops up when he types her name. Without hesitation, he hits play on the first track an allows the music to fill his ears. And when each song ends, he feels as if he knows more than he did before.

Every single song is another form of apology, another explanation, an insight into her thoughts and her side of their relationship, and their ending. Andrei could hear it on his first listen, but on his second listen with the lyrics scrolling in time with her voice he understood more, and on every subsequent listen, it felt as if each song was a letter addressed specifically to him.

Andrei was sure that if it were anyone else, they would see Keely’s words as an excuse, a way of writing off the hurt she caused. But he saw it as another look behind the curtain that obscured the real Keely Halloran – a woman that he admired and loved but admits that he didn’t know much about.

He should’ve learned, should’ve tried to understand the hurt that he saw still festering within her instead of pretending like this was just another relationship and she was just another girl.

He should call her. He should text her. He should reach out to her in some way. But what would he say? What words could he string together to make her realize that he understood now, that he took responsibility for the way things ended, that he was sorry: for not understanding, for the way he treated her, for everything he did or didn’t do, for –

The sound of a knocking on his front door filters through his headphones, echoing around the living room. Andrei’s hands hit the pause button on his phone, silencing Keely’s voice before removing the headphones from over his ears. He is half sure he imagined the sound or that it was some wild animal outside making the noise. But the knocking comes again, stronger this time. There was no doubt now that it came from someone on the other side of his front door.

Andrei lifts himself off the plush cushions, his mind flitting through the list of who it could possibly be. There were only a few people that were close enough to him to know his address, excluding delivery drivers and mail carriers. He wasn’t expecting a package of any kind, nor was he expecting an audience. The only logical possibility was a teammate, coming over to share the misery of a season ended too soon.

Andrei peers out the windows embedded in his front door and through the warped view of the glass, he sees the outline of a feminine figure standing on his front porch, a baseball hat perched on their head, their blondish hair flowing down their back.

A heavy sigh rushes through Andrei, his annoyance coming to the forefront. This happened sometimes – fans finding his address and not understanding what should be implicit boundaries between him and them. But as soon as that thought passes through him, he can’t help but laugh at the hypocrisy of his words. If this is how he felt about a single fan every few months, imagine how Keely felt not being able to step out of her house without someone taking her picture. It makes him feel guiltier about his demands back in April, his jealousy blinding him to the reality.

Andrei shakes his head gently before unlocking the door, pulling it open. He is ready to politely tell whoever it was to please leave. But his words die on his lips when she turns around, removing her sunglasses and those unforgettable cerulean irises meet his.

“Hi,” Keely says, her voice soft as if from a dream. Hell, Andrei wasn’t sure that he didn’t fall asleep on the couch and this was just a fantasy brought on from Keely’s singing still filtering through his headphones.

It’s a soft clearing of her throat that finally knocks Andrei out of his paralysis and he finally finds his own words.

“Hi.”

Andrei is sure he looks like an idiot, standing there dumbly the threshold of his house while Keely waits on his porch, her hands in front of her body, the fingers playing with the hem of yet another oversized band t-shirt.

“Can I come in?” she asks, her gentle voice floating into his ears.

“Oh, yea – yeah. Of course,” he responds, the words somewhat stuck in his throat. He steps back, holding the door open to her as she walks into his house. Andrei smells the aroma of her familiar cherry perfume and he is tempted to pull her close and commit the smell to his memory once again. He resists, watching instead as her eyes scan over the space. She had been here once before, during a long homestead for the Canes. She had managed to sneak down to North Carolina and meet him in his space for the first and only time before… well, before now.

After gently shutting and relocking the door, Andrei follows her into his living room. Keely politely sits on the edge of his couch, her body perched upright as if she was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.

“How are you here?” he asks, his eyes surely wide at the fact that she was indeed here: in Raleigh, in his house, in his life.

“A private jet and a chauffeur helps.”

Her words and tone are teasing but Andrei can sense the apprehension hiding beneath them. Using humor to diffuse the situation – another thing that was uniquely Keely. He replies with a half-hearted chuckle as if to tell her that it’s okay; he’s just as nervous, just as uncertain as she is. He walks past to sit on the other end of the couch, angling his body towards her.

The silence falls and the only adjective Andrei can prescribe to the quiet is… heavy. Heavy with what? That much he wasn’t sure of. With the weight of everything they had said? The weight of everything left unsaid between them?

He follows her gaze as it dances around the space, registering the subtle changes in décor that his mom had added before her eyes drop to coffee table in front of them. He can see her zero in on his phone and with a quick glance, he sees that he left it unlocked, her album cover still emblazoned on the screen.

Keely’s eyes dart up to him and he stills, the stare stronger than he was expecting.

“Did you listen to it?” she asks, her voice soft.

“I did.”

“And… what did you think?”

The question is simple and if it were any other situation and if they were different people, the answer would be just as uncomplicated. But Andrei knows the implicit meaning behind Keely’s question. She didn’t want to know if he liked the music or the production or the lyrics; she wanted to know if he really listened to every that she was trying to say.

“It was… you,” he replies, his own voice gentle.

Those electric blue irises stay locked on him and he can see the small tilt of her head, a silent request for clarification.

“I felt you, when I listened. I understood, I – I heard you, Keely.”

He isn’t certain if his words are adequate enough, if they land perfectly so she herself understands what he is trying to say, but he doesn’t know what else to add.

What do you say to the person you never though you would see again? What do you promise someone who already has the world? What else can you give but understanding? How do you prove that you do now – finally – understand when you didn’t two months ago? How do you prove you’ve changed?

However, all of those questions spiraling inside Andrei’s skull silence when a gentle smile tugs at Keely’s lips, those blue eyes turning from ice to spring-water.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she replies, looking away with a light laugh, one that Andrei returns. He can see her body relax and his own body responds in kind. Her attention darts back to him and there is no stopping the skip of his heart in his chest at the sight of her clear earnest stare, emotions on clear display – not hidden beneath a mask of her own design.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, the apology that was laced within every song of her latest release now spoken directly to him.  

“So am I,” he tells her. Because it was the truth.

There was no one person to blame for their ending. He was insecure and impatient and ignorant to the reality of her world. She let her past control her reaction to his fears, overcorrecting in order not to get hurt again. They both shared the blame. They were both owed an apology.

“I missed you,” Keely continues, “You still aren’t easy to forget.”

The words are an echo from that first day at her recording studio in New York – another moment where she reached out to him to connect. A moment that was only achieved because he waited for her.

That was what Andrei forgot. He forgot about the promise he made back in Toronto, the first honest question Keely had asked him, the first time he saw the entirety of her. He had been blinded by the amazement of her, the impossibility of being allowed to float in her orbit that he somehow forgot that the bold, brash, confident woman in front of him had been hurt and was vulnerable to being hurt again.

“I… I was thinking. I mean,” Keely says, her voice pulling his attention fully to her. He watches as she trips over her words, her hands coming to the hem of her shirt, twisting the material around her fingers as a humorless chuckle falls from her mouth.

“This is insane.”

“Has this ever not been?” Andrei asks, his turn to lightly tease everything that they had been through, all the events that brought them to this moment. Keely returns his laughter, her blue eyes bright as they land on him. He sees her chest raise, hears the deep breath she takes, her body shifting ever so slightly towards him. He lets her gather herself, lets her take whatever time she needed before speaking again.

“I wanted to say – I came here to let you know that I’ve gotten better. Took the time I needed and… And if you want… I would like to try again.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I want to let you know that I can’t make any guarantees. Can’t promise that people won’t talk or whisper still. Can’t promise you that you won’t see and hear things that you might not want to. I can’t even promise that I’ll be perfect. There will be most likely be times where I’ll get scared and might falter. The only thing that I can promise is that… I like you and I want this – us – to work.”

Her words hang in the air, the truth of them echoing clearly. Andrei can’t stop the smile that appears on his face.

There she was. This was the woman that he fell in love with, this was the woman he wanted in his life. This was Keely – the entirety of her: honest, brave, vulnerable, hopeful, determined.

It is pure instinct that causes Andrei to reach out to her, gently taking her wrist, untangling her fingers from the fabric of her shirt and replacing it with his own calloused skin. He feels her warmth flow into him and he takes a moment to soak in the sunlight of her that he had been missing before locking his eyes with hers.

“Do you remember what you said to me, in Toronto, when I first asked you if you wanted… this? Wanted me for more than a night?”

A smile tugs at Keely’s lips and Andrei can almost see the memory of that moment in the tunnels of Scotiabank playing through her mind.

“Would you wait for me?”

“And you remember what I told you?”

“That you would.”

“I will. And I have been,” he says, his brown eyes staring into the ocean blue depths of hers. “I’ve been waiting for you to show up to a game or call me on the phone or come through my front door. I think would’ve waited an eternity for you to come back. Because I want you, Keely.”

Andrei’s hand tightens around hers, pulling her closer to him as if the action would emphasize his next words. He isn’t sure if it will. A part of him hopes it does.

“All of you.”

And when he sees that smile – that beautiful smile that pulled him into her gravity the very first time they met – appear on Keely’s face, he can’t help but smile in return.

She came back to him. And he’d be damned if he ever let her go again.

a/n: a reconnection!! surely everything will go smoothly from now on (says the author who has the entire fic planned out already). little bonus - this is the outfit Keely is wearing in this fic if you want the visual.

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