#Characteristics of Strategy Formulation

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Strategy Formulation: Meaning, Definitions, Process, Importance, Objectives, Characteristics, Types, Methods, and Techniques

In this article we will discuss about Strategy Formulation: Meaning, Definitions, Process, Importance, Objectives, Characteristics, Types, Methods, and Techniques. Meaning of Strategy Formulation Meaning of Strategy Formulation: Strategy formulation is the process of creating a clear and comprehensive plan for an organization to achieve its long-term goals and objectives. It involves assessing…

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𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the death of your father brings you back to your hometown, straight into the grip of a long conversation with an old friend, during which you both rediscover who you truly were and how differently you remember certain events.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐭𝐰: spencer reid x female!reader, childhood friends, flashbacks to times when they were 12-14, an alcoholic father, the father's death, brain tumor, death of both parents and grief, lots of inner rage, reader has actually a whole backstory so you need to immerse yourself, father is referred as "y/s", an open ending

𝐚/𝐧: my keyboard was burning as i wrote this

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 9k

Spencer had always found a certain comfort in nights spent aboard the jet.

In the dim light, with its warm, amber glow spilling softly into the shadows, there was a kind of serenity. A quiet that didn’t invite troubling thoughts to creep in but was instead punctuated by the gentle reminders of his team’s presence. The low hum of JJ and Elle’s tired but easy conversation, occasionally broken by soft laughter or the sound of cards hitting the table. The faint whisper of music leaking from Derek’s headphones as he drifted in and out of sleep. The rhythmic rustle of papers as Hotch worked methodically through them.

Usually, in this specific moment, Spencer felt relaxed. The case was behind them, and they were heading home. But that day, an unshakable knot lingered in his stomach.

He tore his gaze away from the chessboard. For a while now, he had simply been staring at it, his mind abandoning any effort to determine the next pawn move. He tried to snap himself back into focus, to analyze the game so far, find the weak spots, formulate a strategy... but he just couldn’t.

Leaning over the table, Gideon shifted back a little, propping himself on his elbow as he studied Spencer carefully.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Spencer, after a prolonged moment of silence, shrugged.

“I’m still thinking about your last move. Of course, for obvious reasons, I’m not going to tell you what conclusions I’ve drawn, opponent...”

“No, Reid, I’m asking what’s wrong,” Gideon repeated, nodding slightly in his direction. His voice softened a bit, as if trying to give Spencer space to open up. His eyes held their characteristic mix of curiosity and concern. “With you, kid. You’re acting strange.”

“According to some, I always act strange,” Spencer tried to shrug dismissively, forcing a small joke. He exhaled heavily afterward. 

“But not like this. You’re not hesitating on your move because you don’t know what it should be. You’re hesitating because you’re distracted. You can’t focus, not even on chess,” Gideon stated with certainty. Spencer wanted to shrug again, but he knew repeating the gesture and his disoriented behavior wouldn’t ease the older man’s worry. Instead, he kept staring at the chessboard, avoiding direct eye contact.

“I’m going to ask you one question,” Gideon said, his tone steady yet gentle, “but I don’t want you to feel like you have to answer it. I just want to see your reaction—the rest I’ll figure out myself.”

Spencer couldn’t hold back a genuine chuckle, brief but sincere.

“Are you profiling me, Gideon?”

“That skill isn’t limited to catching serial killers,” Gideon replied evenly. “So, here’s the question—does the way you’re feeling have anything to do with the death of Lieutenant Y/S?”

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A resigned sigh escaped instead. He abandoned any attempt to deny it, to change the subject, or even to lie—it was too precise a hit. A blow too accurate to defend against.

“How do you know?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

“You usually read through entire newspapers as if they were single-page pamphlets in a doctor’s waiting room. Today, you stared at it for a good fifteen minutes. Then you slipped one of the pages into your jacket pocket. My eyesight isn’t what it used to be, so I couldn’t make out which one exactly. But considering Y/S was from your hometown…you knew him. That much is clear.”

The curse of being surrounded by profilers: they noticed everything.

But eventually, Spencer gave a small nod, conceding the point. Deep down, he supposed he did want to talk about it—with someone he trusted, someone who knew him well enough to piece together his worries from something as small as lingering too long over a newspaper.

“He was my neighbor,” he began cautiously, unsure where to even start unraveling the story. Slowly, he reached up to remove his glasses, pressing the bridge of his nose in thought. “His whole family, actually. His wife and…and their daughter.”

Gideon raised his eyebrows, as if everything suddenly made sense. And, knowing him, it probably did.

“An old friend, then,” he said, his voice carrying a faint note of melancholy. “How’s she handling her father’s death?”

Spencer shook his head.

“We…we’re not in touch anymore.” The words felt strange on his tongue, as if he hadn’t said them out loud in years. And perhaps he hadn’t. No one had asked about her in a long time. The words didn’t fill him with sadness exactly—maybe too much time had passed for that—but there was still that odd sensation in his chest. A warm ache, tinged with something like regret. He pushed through it and met Gideon’s gaze. “But I’ve been thinking about her. Ever since I found out.”

“Understandable. Especially since you were so close,” Gideon replied.

There was a hint in his words, a suggestion that settled into Spencer's mind. He truly knew everything.

“I’ve been wondering if I should reach out to her,” Spencer suddenly blurted out. The idea had come to him earlier, spontaneously, and hadn’t let go since. “Maybe not meet up, but…maybe just call. Garcia could probably find her number…What do you think?”

“Maybe it’s because I’m from a different generation,” Gideon started slowly, taking on a more serious, almost fatherly tone. “But to me, things like offering condolences shouldn’t be done over the phone. Especially when that person means so much to you.”

“She doesn’t—” Spencer began, but the words died in a sigh. He couldn’t say she meant nothing to him. Still, he sensed that Gideon had formed an image of their relationship that wasn’t quite accurate, and he felt the need to clarify things. “Listen, I had feelings for her, that’s true. I’m not…not ashamed to admit it.” Why, then, did his cheeks begin to warm? “But what I feel now has nothing to do with that. Above all, she was my friend. And her father…I spent a lot of time at their place. Actually, it was because of him that I even started thinking about going this route. You know, the FBI. I just feel…I feel like I should do it. Reach out to her, I mean. Say I’m sorry, listen to how she’s doing. For both of them.”

When he finished speaking, he felt a slight out of breath, like he’d just run a mile. Well, okay, maybe it was more like he’d climbed the stairs faster than usual. He stared at Gideon, waiting for the next words. But Gideon’s face remained unreadable, his posture still.

Spencer blinked, a bit desperate.

“What? You got me to say all that, and you’re not even going to give me any feedback?” he asked. 

Gideon watched him for a moment, then a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Spencer, you’ve already figured it out for yourself. There’s nothing I can add.”

He frowned in confusion. He started to think about it and didn’t even notice when they returned to their chess game. Surprisingly, he managed to move a pawn at last; his mind actually felt clearer. His opponent leaned slightly over the table again, unmoved, pushing the queen despite it being a risky move, one that could change everything.

“Did you tell her how you feel about her?” he suddenly asked, as Spencer remained lost in thought.

Spencer winced slightly, not understanding the question. Before the other man could repeat it, Spencer suddenly understood, and a short sigh escaped his lips. Oh.

He mumbled an unclear confirmation. He had to swallow to clear his throat.

“I did,” he admitted. A deeper breath, as if to wash it off. So much time had passed, he should have done it long ago. He looked more confidently at Gideon, his expression showing some finality, something unquestionable. “But she didn’t feel the same. And that’s…completely okay. Can we get back to the game?”

Gideon agreed, of course. But before doing so, he once again scanned his face. He didn’t smile, didn’t say anything, but despite that, it was clear.

Clear that he truly cared about him.

*

You couldn’t remember the last time something as simple as sending an email felt like such a challenge. You also couldn't remember the last time you'd written so many versions of a single message, all with the same goal in mind—agreeing to meet up. With someone you hadn't seen in years.

You alternated between typing and holding down the caps lock key, deleting everything. In recent days, you’d been replying to a mountain of messages, not even trying to hide the falseness of it all or force a smile of gratitude when someone insisted on hugging you, offering their deepest condolences. You surrendered to it all like some kind of medical procedure, while feeling the weight of eyes on your face, searching for traces of tears and the despair behind them. Searching for proof that it mattered to you. That you were conforming to their image of no one else but your father. The Lieutenant, repeatedly decorated for his service, who passed away shortly after retiring due to unspecified health reasons (such a nice euphemism for the pulmonary embolism caused by years of alcoholism). A daughter, humbly lowering her head at his funeral, eyes filled with tears, accepting all words of comfort with graceful charm. It perfectly fit the romanticized image of the person your father was.

That bitterness toward the entire situation grew stronger within you with each passing day. At the funeral, you’d been too disoriented to notice it. You felt like an empty field where any thought or conclusion simply withered in its infancy, never able to fully blossom. Too disconnected from reality, too preoccupied with logistics to cry.

But putting aside this self-analysis of your grief (you never bought into the whole five stages theory—though you didn’t deny it might work for some people. You just thought it was too complex a process to be summarized into bullet points), you agreed to meet with Spencer. His message pulled you, however briefly, out of that apathetic void, leaving you genuinely surprised. Only later did it occur to you that this was normal—old friends often reach out after years apart. They comment on vacation photos with flame emojis or laugh-reacts. They send generic birthday wishes. They ask how you're doing when your father dies. Normal stuff.

There had been no falling out between you. Sometimes people are simply separated by distance, by different stages of life, of career, and contact becomes more sporadic until, eventually, it fades. The moment it happens is easy to miss, and you’d missed it entirely. The last time you’d spoken face-to-face was right before you left for a college far from your hometown. Six years ago. By then, Spencer had already accumulated a staggering number of academic accolades, advancing at a pace that matched his brilliance. During your first year apart, you exchanged a few messages—it seemed like the right thing to do. But you’d never been good at maintaining long-distance friendships, and soon enough, his presence was relegated to that most worn-out folder in the archive of your life, simply labeled as childhood.

You had no real reason to turn down the meeting. You were curious about the kind of person Spencer had become. Still, you couldn’t deny, even to yourself, that your primary motivation was to escape spending any more time in that desolate house. A house that bore visible signs of use yet stood conspicuously empty of owners.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that it didn’t much like you. The house, that is. As though it harbored a grudge against you for deciding to leave, and now, upon your return, it had no intention of welcoming you back.

Any excuse to get away from it was a good one.

Your area didn’t offer many options for meeting places, so you suggested the first one that came to mind—a bar. As you walked inside, your eyes scanned only for a familiar face, paying no attention to the mahogany nooks and crannies of the place you knew all too well.

You exchanged a touchless greeting—two polite smiles, nothing more.

And then, the silence settled in, thick with awkwardness.

"I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral," he said finally. The words tumbled out, and he winced the moment they did, likely realizing that opening the conversation this way was steering it down a less-than-pleasant path. He sighed but pressed on, determined to explain. "I only found out about it, well, through the paper. By the time I knew, it was already too late to even think about it. Plus, work…"

"You’ve changed," you cut him off mid-explanation with a simple observation that seemed to spill out of your mouth unbidden. "Maybe that’s where we should start. It’s good to see you, Spence."

The use of his old nickname seemed to throw him off balance.

"Sorry," you added quickly, breaking into a small laugh. "I forgot how much you hate small talk."

"No, it’s fine," he assured quickly. At the sound of your laugh, he shifted in his seat, almost distracted. Even though you weren’t exactly an expert at reading people, it was clear that something about that moment had triggered a wave of warmth in him, the sharp and tender grip of nostalgia. You could almost see the memories flickering across his mind—the two of you racing your bikes to the library, abandoning them haphazardly near the entrance, and bursting through the doors with a triumphant shout of first! Or maybe one of the countless other small moments, fragments of your shared past that sometimes surfaced in your own mind like snippets of a forgotten commercial.

He shook his head, pulling himself out of the haze, a faint smile curving his lips. "I mean, I’ve come to realize small talk isn’t always the enemy. Sometimes it’s just…part of connecting with people. It doesn’t have to feel like this desperate attempt to keep a conversation from flatlining."

You ordered a beer—not because you wanted to drink it, but to have something to fidget with. Still, at his words, you raised it to your lips in an overly dramatic gesture.

"Wow. Words like that coming from Spencer Reid. Who would’ve thought?”

He spread his arms as if wanting to join in on your question. The initial awkwardness between you both seemed to be fading, and it felt like you were both becoming more relaxed.

"You said it yourself, I’ve changed," he reminded you, then raised an eyebrow. "Well, I just don’t know if you meant for the better or for the worse."

You adjusted your posture, like some professional judge preparing to deliver their verdict. The chance to scrutinize him had presented itself, and you were ready to take it.

You'd known each other since you and your family had moved to the house on the outskirts. You weren't exactly a little kid by then, but in hindsight, you weren’t sure you even had memories before that event. If you did, they were insignificant. Anyway, you had always been fascinated by how friendships were formed when you were kids. As an adult, it’s incredibly difficult and usually based on shared interests. You meet at work, a manga club, or a Pilates class. You have to have something to talk about. It’s best when your sense of humor aligns, or at least doesn’t offend each other. Shared views are nice, though some people claim to enjoy a bit of difference for expanding their horizons. But it’s always just a bit.

Well, that’s how it was with you two. You were the little, mischievous adventurer, and he was the know-it-all shadow behind your back. Somehow, he always agreed to your silly ideas, the ones that later got you both into trouble. But despite the differences, every summer morning one of you would show up at the other’s door. It’s hard to compare him to his childhood version when the last time you saw each other, you were both eighteen. But even compared to that, the man sitting in front of you was different. Still young, but with more mature features. His hair was neatly styled, instead of the shapeless mess of long strands. He wore a side parting now. His dressing style, once a bit granddad-ish, was still polished, but it now had the feel of someone who might, at any moment, be heading to the garden to transplant a fern.

That much hadn't changed, you thought, noting his navy cardigan and the collar of his shirt peeking out with a tie. You glanced at his shoes—no Converse or any kind of sneakers, but proper dress shoes.

Then, the last thing—his eyes. The most striking feature of his face, drawing attention like two slightly melted pieces of chocolate. They were penetrating, yet once upon a time, they allowed you to peer into his inner world and his feelings. At least, that’s how it was back then. Now, there was more calculation and seriousness in them. Only after a moment did you realize that the coolness in his gaze was likely a result of the years spent working around the horrors of violent crimes.

You cleared your throat, realizing that your staring had gone on longer than necessary.

"I don't think I can really judge," you finally said, trying to stay diplomatic. "But I'm glad you didn’t give in to the contact lens trend. You've always looked good in glasses."

Spencer gave you a doubtful look.

"When I started wearing them as a kid, you laughed and said it sealed my nerdy reputation," he pointed out.

"I don't remember that," you replied innocently.

"I do. And I think that's enough evidence," he snorted. "I have to admit, though, I did give contacts a try for a while. Just out of curiosity, to see if they were more comfortable and how I'd look in them."

You pointed a finger at him.

"Poser."

He rolled his eyes, amused. This word in combination with someone like him was so absurd that he wouldn’t have been offended even if you’d said it with the utmost seriousness.

"Classic me," he sighed. His gaze had been drifting toward you for a while now, darting away whenever you caught him. Eventually, though, it settled fully on you. "You've changed a lot too. Which, I guess, is obvious considering how much time has passed. Still, it surprises me more than it should. You’ve finished school by now, right?"

"Right. Though I feel like I should be asking you which degree you’re on now."

That sent the two of you down the path of catching up—old-fashioned life updates that somehow didn’t feel tedious or like either of you wanted to change the subject. It turns out, when you’re interested in someone enough, even hearing about their Thursday trips to the farmer’s market for fresh eggplants to make some fancy casserole can feel fascinating.

With genuine curiosity, you caught up on everything that had happened over the years, growing more relaxed as the evening stretched on. Question, answer, sarcastic jab, playful comment. Anecdote, opinion. Gratitude that you’d chosen to come out for this meeting instead of barricading yourself at home, surrounded by the thoughts you still hadn’t confronted and the walls steeped in the lingering presence of your father. A desire to capture your shared laughter, to trap it in time. A tightening in your stomach—though maybe that was just you.

Nostalgia was a dangerous pursuit. It stretched like a rubber band, reaching deeper and deeper into the past, plucking out the good parts. But at some point, it always had the potential to snap back, hitting you square in the face.

“You know,” Spencer started suddenly, his tone quieter, more thoughtful. “I really hate that it took something like this for us to meet again. And that it’s been so long.”

You shrugged, letting out a soft sigh.

“Well, it’s not like you made much of an effort to stay in touch.”

The words landed like a pebble dropped into still water, rippling outward. Both of you stiffened in your seats, and you both noticed it. A part of you regretted saying it, but another part—heart pounding in an inner applause—did not.

Even though you hadn’t delivered it with sharpness or cutting sarcasm, you could see from the way his expression tightened that the atmosphere around you had shifted.

“You didn’t, either,” he pointed out. His tone was calm, almost detached, but above all, honest.

You shifted in your seat, trying to shake off the weight of your own hypocrisy. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other in silence.

Spencer opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it again. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, almost a whisper, carrying an undertone of apology.

“I just want you to know…it’s not like I stopped thinking about you. It wasn’t the news about your dad that reminded me you exist.”

"Spencer, please… don’t lie," you blurted out almost involuntarily. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly for a moment, your temples tensing. Of course, you couldn’t just enjoy a pleasant evening—you had to let your inner frustration spill out. You wouldn’t be yourself otherwise. Biting the inside of your cheek, you pressed on despite that or the expression on his face.

"I mean, I know that’s exactly how it was, because it was the same for me. You crossed my mind a few times, sure, but let’s not kid ourselves. If we had really meant that much to each other, we’d have met up long, long before now."

He shook his head as he listened to your words, simultaneously rejecting them and admitting their truth, as his tense jaw suggested.

"I went to see your parents," he confessed suddenly, hesitating as he wet his bottom lip with his tongue, a faint, somber smile touching his face. "It was actually the only time I came back here, after my mom… after I placed her in a sanitarium. I was hoping to run into you, but your dad said you hardly ever came home."

"Was he sober when you talked to him?"

"It was lunchtime."

You couldn’t hold back and let out a short laugh.

"Oh, boy, you missed a lot."

His eyes softened yet stiffened at the same time in a paradoxical way. You saw how he straightened slightly in his seat, as the saliva that had long been gathering in your mouth threatened to spill. You weren’t sure what you hoped to achieve by bringing up your father. Maybe you were trying to make some twisted, clumsy argument, or perhaps, after everything that had revolved around him in the past few days, your mind instantly turned to his figure every time you were too exhausted to pull up anything else. It was easy. Silence, awkwardness, pain. The memory of your father, the immediate understanding directed toward you. Almost pity, but dressed up in a more pleasant package.

"Do you have any idea what was going on with him in the last few years?" you asked, empty.

 "He had a problem? You know, with drinking?"

You tried not to snort in contempt at the question.

"He’s always had a problem," you stated, your hands tightening slightly on your chest under the table. You'd never spoken to anyone about this aloud. Any grievances you had with him were always kept in your head, knowing you wouldn’t find understanding from people who hadn’t lived with your father every day. Who knew him as a cop with an iron fist, but with a big heart for suffering, innocent people. "Well, I don’t know if you remember. Beer as an inseparable part of the day. Or maybe more of the evening. But he had a stressful job, right? It’s normal to have a drink or two in front of the TV, isn’t it?"

Spencer’s lips pressed together tightly.

“He saw a lot of crap every day, so of course, he’d take it out by yelling at his wife,” you continued, not stopping the bitterness building up inside you. It had been there for so long, but never formed into one angry thought. It surfaced every time someone spoke of him in glowing terms, patting you on the shoulder and pitying your loss with a tear in their eye. “Or at his daughter. He had to control everything, right? After all, he worked hard. He deserved to come home to a perfect family, in a perfect house, with no complaints.”

You stopped, closely watching his reaction. Maybe you'd said too much, unloaded too much all at once, putting too much pressure on him.

“I remember when we were thirteen,” he suddenly spoke, in a strangely detached tone. It was as if he was talking about something that had unexpectedly lodged itself in his mind and couldn't wait. “And he let us try beer.”

Well, that wasn't the response you'd expected. But really, what did you expect? You'd told yourself countless times that someone's sympathy wouldn't change anything about your situation. But still, you felt a sting, as if he was changing the subject and brushing off your words.

“He let you try the beer,” you corrected him automatically. Yet, despite your grim mood, the corner of your mouth quivered involuntarily. “But you gave it to me because you didn’t like it.”

The memory flooded you, bringing a wave of others with it.

Another summer evening filled with shouting.

You waited until the two arguing figures disappeared into the kitchen walls before quietly slipping through the terrace doors. You’d started doing this a while ago. Your father had always been strict, making sure your mother sent you to bed at the designated time—unchanged since you were seven. And that year, you were twelve. Anyway, one evening, you lay trembling under your blanket. Even the smallest argument seemed like a horror story in a child’s eyes. You saw the light on at your neighbor’s house—Spencer’s and his mom’s. Knowing that after drinking, your father’s vigilance and control weakened, you decided to take the risk.

You managed to sneak out unnoticed once, then again. Soon, it became normal. You’d return about an hour later when the situation calmed down, and his drunken anger had finally shifted to drunken sleepiness, and he wouldn’t notice your return. You never asked about it directly, but your mom probably knew.

“Can we watch something normal, just this one time?” you whimpered at the sight of another nature documentary on the TV in the Reid’s living room.

Spencer, lying on his stomach on the carpet, jumped slightly, startled when you slipped in through the glass terrace doors. However, he was starting to get used to your evening visits and quickly shook off the shock.

“There’s nothing more normal on earth than the processes that happen on its surface,” he said, turning his gaze back to the TV.

You raised your finger, sticking out your front teeth.

“There’s nothing more normal on earth than the processes that happen on its surface,” you repeated, mimicking his pretentious tone in an exaggerated way.

“Go away.”

“Then give me the remote.”

You chased each other around the living room, trying to wrest the remote from each other’s hands. Your squeals, arguments, and laughter never seemed to disturb Spencer’s mom, which always puzzled you. She didn’t even come out when you accidentally knocked over the bookshelf, sending several shelves of books crashing to the floor, which you both scrambled to pick up in a panic.

You often wondered that every day, Spencer watched those science programs, alone in the living room, with the terrace doors open. The darker thought would occasionally cross your mind: What if, just that one time, someone else had barged in? What would have to happen to pull Diane Reid out of one of those strange states she sometimes slipped into, when nothing around her mattered, not even her own son? But, as you said, those were very rare thoughts. After all, you were just a kid.

“Why can’t you watch TV at your place?” Spencer asked, pouting his lips.

He lost the fight for the remote, and you were now watching cartoons. His eyes absorbed them with interest, even though he denied it.

“Evenings, the TV belongs to my dad.”

“Couldn’t you ask him to let you watch something sometimes?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because no.”

“That’s not an answer!”

But even though he pretended to be unhappy, the terrace doors remained open every evening.

You confessed to Spencer that your father had always been like that. He pretended to be fine, then would crack, and afterward deny everything. You saw hesitation on his face as he listened, especially when you described how things were during your childhood. Spencer Reid liked to be right, and he absolutely trusted his own judgment. He hadn’t been a direct witness to those events, unlike you. Your father had always adored him—the small, smart neighbor kid who skipped grades and always asked so many questions about his work in the police. Of course, he had always been the best version of himself around Spencer. You also suspected that he probably always wished for a son.

His assessment, therefore, might not have been objective. He hadn’t seen what went on behind closed doors. For a moment, fear crept up on you. Did he even believe your words? Or did he think you were just fabricating a tragic story to explain a real problem that, in reality, hadn’t started until after you moved out?

Spencer just gave a barely noticeable nod, his forehead tense.

"You spent so much time at our house," he said quietly, uncertainly. "Why...why didn’t you ever tell me what was really going on? Back then and later on?"

You shrugged. Inside, you could have easily mocked your father’s addiction, but in reality, you were still deeply ashamed of it. Like any family of an alcoholic, hiding his bottles, lying that he was sick when unexpected guests came over, never calling the problem by its name.

"I don’t know. You liked him so much." A moment of silence, swallowing hard. "And he liked you."

"I respected him. Like I think everyone did."

One of Spencer's most painful yet beautiful childhood memories was that one specific moment during the holidays. He always spent them only with his mom, who wasn’t always feeling the best, but that one moment stayed with him as something special. When they stepped out onto the terrace, where they had the perfect view of the terrace of the neighboring house. The family that lived there—mom, dad, and their daughter—would also lean out, and they would all sincerely wish each other a Merry Christmas.

Their house was always decorated with colorful lights and those slightly eerie garden gnomes in the night light. They stood on their doorstep, the three of them. Neatly dressed, their daughter in a red dress with a large bow in her hair, clinging to her mother's side. They always seemed so happy, so perfect to him. A strange feeling would arise in his chest, and he’d move closer to his mother’s side, but that only intensified the sensation of something missing inside him.

"You looked up to him."

"Because I was a kid. Look, just because he had an impact on me, on my future…it doesn’t mean I’m diminishing what you or your mom went through," he finally explained, his voice tinged with a slight crack. His gaze was both confused and sad, still processing everything he’d just heard. "It’s really awful, and no one should go through that. I can’t believe I didn’t see it. Or maybe I did, but I didn’t want to? Anyway…I’m sorry for being so clueless."

"You weren’t clueless," you assured him, a weak smile forming on your lips. His words echoed in your mind. “You were just a kid. And I didn’t bring this up to make you feel bad. I’m sorry if that’s how it came across. I just...I wanted at least one person, besides me, to have the full picture”

He nodded, but not in the mindless way that merely signals someone is paying attention. This was different—a deep, understanding gesture, replacing the words that had been growing more difficult to say. You both sat there in silence for a moment, your fingers mechanically tapping out a slow rhythm on the dark wood of the table, while his rested motionless on his knees. It was hard to return to that relaxed, pleasant conversation you’d started with.

“I’m glad we could meet,” you said simply, but honestly.

Usually, saying something like that signals the speaker is preparing to leave. You had already spent a lot of time in the small bar, and with the evening progressing, the crowd hadn’t really changed—only a few more people had trickled in. The thought of going home wasn’t so bad anymore, but still, you hesitated before getting up and grabbing the coat hanging on the back of his chair.

“I am too,” Spencer admitted, briefly rubbing his forehead above his glasses. “But before you go, please, tell me—how’s your mom handling it? Maybe you should give her my regards. I hope she’s...”

He stopped mid-sentence, reading the expression on your face, and immediately understood.

"When...when?"

There was something unbearably unsettling about the plastic chairs in the hospital waiting room. At the same time, you could feel your legs completely numb from sitting in them, yet you also felt you didn’t have the strength to get up. You were effectively stuck, like a prisoner awaiting their sentence. In some ways, that’s exactly what it was.

When you were fourteen, your mom started acting strangely. She got sick—started with mild symptoms like headaches and nausea. Then, she lost consciousness at work, and that’s when they found the brain tumor.

When people hear such news about their loved ones, they often completely change their lives. They pull themselves together to be a support for them, they face the painful reality, and they find the strength to fight their own demons, like quitting alcohol. But your father, he took an entirely different route. It seemed like he was sinking deeper into it. No one really reacted. After all, he was a man facing tragedy; surely, it was okay for him to have one too many drinks. Previously strict with his parenting, he no longer seemed to care much about you.

This threw you into a state of confusion. At that moment, more than ever, you needed an adult, a parent, even if they were the most controlling person in the world. Actually, rules might have even helped keep your family in check, maintaining the appearance of normality.

For the first time, you felt the urge to confide in someone, but you had no one. Spencer had started college, which still seemed absurd to you, considering you were the same age. Your contact with him had dwindled, just when you started thinking of him as a true friend—not the ironic, childish kind. You met from time to time, of course, but it was always hard to open up, especially about what was happening at home. Maybe, if he’d been around, he’d have noticed your dad’s decline. But he wasn’t, and it felt silly to even entertain alternative theories, as if they could change the past.

Your knees shook involuntarily, your fingers almost breaking through them. In the room next door, they were performing the surgery to remove the tumor, which was located in a difficult spot, as the doctor, with a gentle yet experienced face, explained to you in a tone that almost sounded apologetic—as though it was his fault. Your dad had been there with you earlier, but you had no idea where he went with the passing of time. Did you even want to know? No. You wanted to be with your other parent—your mom. You didn’t want to leave that room for a second; you wanted to be the first to hear any news, whatever it might be.

The empty chair beside you was suddenly occupied by someone. You kept your gaze fixed on the floor, staring at your shoes, trying not to suffocate on your own breath. You didn’t notice who it was.

"Two years ago," you informed him. After those words, there was always silence—people calculating in their heads whether two years was enough time for you to have pulled yourself together, or if they should treat you like a fragile porcelain figurine at risk of cracking. You always helped them, softening the tension that followed with something disarming. "But don’t worry. We weren’t really in touch by then, so you don’t have to feel bad about not knowing."

Okay, that was one of the stranger things you could have said. Spencer must have thought the same; his mouth literally fell open in disbelief.

"Of course I feel bad," he managed, his voice a mix of a sigh and an incredulous scoff, shaken yet laced with growing pain. He quickly shook his head, as if trying to snap himself out of it. "Of course I feel bad. I—I don’t know why you’d think I wouldn’t. She’s your mom."

Someone’s hand awkwardly reached out to take yours.

You glanced to the side, realizing with disbelief that the person who had sat down next to you was Spencer.

The boy who would get goosebumps at the mere thought of germs. Who openly mocked the idea of drinking from the same bottle, sometimes blurting out that kissing was safer than shaking hands—only to blush furiously when he realized how that sounded.

And yet, he did it. Hesitant, of course, but he reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to disguise the trembling. You barely noticed it. Your hand was shaking too.

Modern-day Spencer rested his forearms on the table, leaning forward. The return of your mother’s tumor had been a blow, and her passing, another. Time, however, had marched on, and you had learned to move through life with that weight. Thoughts of her hadn’t brought tears to your eyes in quite some time. But at the sight of his reaction, the familiar sting returned.

To him, she hadn’t just been your mom. She was the woman in whose house he had spent a significant part of his childhood. The one who always stopped herself at the last moment from enthusiastically hugging him on his birthday, remembering his aversion to touch. The one who listened to him with fascination, praising his brilliance while gently, softly asking how his own mother was doing. The one who loved to sit wrapped in a blanket on the porch with a book, watching as the two of you played a self-invented version of chess that involved running laps around the yard before each move.

You leaned back from him, blinking rapidly to dispel the swell of emotion.

Your mom was to stay in the hospital for a while longer. Night had fallen, and though you couldn't remain until morning, your dad was still nowhere to be found. Instead of fruitlessly searching for him, you and Spencer decided to walk home. The empty streets of the suburbs seemed to meditate in the stillness between you, adjusting to the rhythm of your silence.

Your feet, however, led you both to the playground—a place you hadn't visited in years, having convinced yourselves that you were too old for such things. Even though it was summer, a strange chill settled over your shoulders as you sat in silence on the two solitary swings. Each motion forward felt like it brought you closer to the stars.

It wasn’t that night, specifically, but sometime shortly after, you began to realize that you were starting to feel something more. Lightly, in that innocent, teenage way, you found yourself falling for your best friend. At first, you would have rather died than admit it, but the feeling lingered.

Over the next four years, you saw each other regularly but rarely due to his studies. But you awaited each of these meetings with the greatest impatience, while simultaneously becoming more and more terrified of your own feelings.

"I'm so very sorry I wasn't here then," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You wanted to shake your head in understanding, to reassure him, but he cut you off. "Not even just at the funeral itself. Just...with you."

"Stop," you pleaded weakly. "You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you. I probably missed a lot of things that happened in your life along the way too." You swallowed to wet your dry throat. The words came out with difficulty, your voice trembling slightly. "At some point, we stopped talking to each other—not the first childhood friends to drift apart and definitely not the last. It just.. happens."

"That doesn’t mean it was right," he replied without hesitation, tilting his head, clearly convinced of the truth in his statement. You weren’t so sure, given your hidden feelings, ones you had no intention of revisiting. Not then, not in that moment, not in that bar. During a meeting that was about to end.

"I’ve known you forever. Well, okay, not literally, but I’ve known you since my brain was forming the most—frontal lobes developing and…what I mean is, you’re really important to me. And I wasn’t there for you when both your parents…"

You let the completion of that sentence fade into the space around you. In the bar, which seemed to exist only in the space you occupied. Breathing more heavily, you recalled all the moments over the past six years when you missed him, wondering what he was up to and how he was doing. Which usually went hand in hand. Sometimes he would cross your mind when you saw kids playing chess in the park, other times you simply thought of him, unable to attribute the guilt to any particular association.

"You’re here now," you said gently, unable to say anything else.

He was still slightly leaning over the table, towards you. Suddenly, as if he realized his position, he slowly leaned back into his chair, exhaling more heavily after a long moment of silence.

You were unable to move, the growing sense of guilt shaping on his face. And when he felt guilty, so did you.

Your goal was to rise from the chair, but your body, against your will, made a different move. To both your surprise, it reached for both of his hands resting on the table, clasping them gently. You tried not to focus on their texture, not to compare them to how they had been before, not to search for that familiar feeling, not to flow with the current of any memories.

Simply to keep him in place for a moment.

“Thank you for being here today,” you whispered, gently squeezing his hands. His fingers, initially limp in yours, were slowly beginning to reconnect, though there was a certain confusion in them. The same confusion was in his eyes. “Thank you for coming as soon as you found out. It really means a lot, Spencer. It really does to me.”

For a moment, you both stayed silent, looking at each other. You both thought you would say something more. You would expand on the thought, maybe call him the best friend you've ever had. Perhaps, without thinking, you'd mention that once you had loved him in a way that might have seemed unexpected. Well, both those options passed through your mind like shadows.

“It’s late.” The third option won. If you had a watch, you would have glanced at it dramatically. That was all that was missing to complete this scene. “I really should be going.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. In the end, he just nodded with silent understanding when he noticed what time it was. Though, it wasn't the time that was the problem. After all, you were both adults who didn’t have a curfew. You could have stayed there until morning. But would that really be good for you?

Slowly, you pulled your coat over your shoulders.

Spencer didn’t move. You wondered if he planned on staying there.

"Do you... do you want me to walk you home?" he asked suddenly, hesitating.

You looked at him, unsure, slipping your hands into your pockets.

"I’m heading the same way," he added quickly, slowly getting up from his seat, even though you hadn’t agreed yet.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, then remembered that the Reid house hadn't been put up for sale and had been sitting empty for years. You waited until he had put on his coat, and then both of you were exposed to the crisp night air. As you crossed the street, an occasional car passed by with its headlights on, making you both squint. You couldn’t help but think how you never expected that if you ever found yourselves together, side by side in your hometown, it would feel like this. Perhaps you hadn’t even thought that you’d never see each other again. After all, it was quite possible you’d run into each other a few more times. People often bumped into their neighbors from the same apartment block on the other side of the world during vacations, fate had a wicked sense of humor. What you didn’t expect, however, was how present the ghost of your childhood, and the memories it carried, would be during this encounter.

Your steps were oddly small, as though your feet had shrunk. Unconsciously, you extended the walk, turning into a wrong street, just like when you had returned from the hospital after visiting your mother.

 “Are you stopping here?” you asked, your gaze absently drifting to the empty swings on the playground you passed.

Spencer’s eyes followed yours in that direction, and his steps even slowed a little. He probably would’ve stopped if you hadn’t kept moving confidently ahead.

“Just for one night,” he replied, adjusting his glasses on his nose. There wasn’t much enthusiasm in his voice. Sometimes, returning to the family home didn’t bring joy to grown-up children, especially when the house had been empty for a long time—or unbearably loud, depending on the family. “I’m actually flying out tomorrow. I just...really wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded, briefly asking about his mom, then about work, though not in a probing way—just the steady rhythm of a lazy conversation. Slowly, the familiar neighborhood began to shift into the one etched deeply in your subconscious, the one you had both memorized long ago.

Eventually, you both found yourselves forced to stop, mainly due to the sight of your family homes. Standing steadfastly side by side, just like you both had during that entire walk.

“Maybe we should meet up,” he suggested quietly, stopping in front of you. “You know, tomorrow. Just for a moment.”

Staring at his face, bathed in the orange glow of the streetlight, you gently nodded.

“And...maybe sometime after that,” he added.

You were a little short of words, but not because you didn’t want to see him again. It was simply that you didn’t like making promises driven by the moment. For now, you both drowned in nostalgia, unwilling to part ways and disrupt it. But who knew? Maybe once you disappeared from each other’s sight, you’d forget each other’s phone numbers again. Your hesitation seemed to stir something on his face. Perhaps he took it as a refusal.

You sighed deeper and rose onto your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. It was a very slow, lazy embrace, gradually melding into his body as the scent of his clothes began to tickle your nostrils, and your chin sank deeper into his shoulder, like it was a pillow.

Spencer remained stiff for a moment. You’d only hugged before once, when you were packing your suitcase into the car before leaving for college, as far from your hometown as possible. That hug had been difficult for you. This one, although it too was a form of farewell, felt pleasant and hard to break. Especially when he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms tightly around your back, almost lifting the tips of your fingers off the ground. You heard a soft sigh escape his lips before you pulled away to arm’s length.

"So...see you," you muttered, slowly stepping back, heel to heel. You felt like a magnet being forcibly pulled away from a fridge, shaking your head to get rid of the pull.

Two more small steps back, you should have already turned towards home, but his expression stopped you. Full of hesitation, with a clenched jaw, as if he really wanted to add something, but wasn't sure if he should. You were already half-turned with your back to him.

"Would...would things have been different between us if I hadn't given you that letter back then?" he asked finally, pushing his hands deep into his pockets.

The words seemed to bounce off your ears but didn’t fully reach you. At least not completely. Your posture straightened, freezing in place, facing him once again.

"Well, you know," he tried to explain, forcing a small smile. "We would have stayed in touch more over the years."

"What...what letter, Spencer?"

His brows furrowed, his lips parted, but no sound came from them. Suddenly, he froze, expressionless.

"Did you send me a letter?" you tried, completely not understanding what he meant.

Maybe he had written down your address wrong, and it ended up going to someone else who threw it away. Maybe you had actually received it, but tossed it somewhere in your dorm room, too busy to read it. Then, while dressing, you accidentally knocked it behind your dresser, where it gathered dust through all your years of studying, never meant to reach you again. The cobwebs covering its words, whatever they might have been.

"I left you a letter," he finally said, his voice so fragile that you could almost feel it in your chest. "I knew I wouldn't be able to say it to you. And, well...you were leaving, and I had no idea when we'd see each other again. I just...I didn't want to keep it to myself anymore."

A lingering moment of silence.

"I left it on your terrace," he finally added, barely opening his mouth as he spoke.

You pressed your fist to your chest, closing your eyes for a moment.

"I never got it," you confessed hoarsely, still not looking at him, trying to process what you’d just heard. "On the terrace...God, Spencer. It should've been obvious that someone would throw it out. My mom or dad. Especially him."

He suddenly chuckled, but there was no trace of amusement in it. A bit of absurdity, yes. But mostly, the realization, after all these years, that he had messed up and had no idea about it. On the contrary, he had been under the impression that you knew.

"What was in that letter?"

You felt like you wouldn't go back home until you knew. Spencer, however, shook his head in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock.

"You have to tell me," you insisted firmly. "Whatever it was, please. Even if it's no longer relevant. I just want to know...what you wanted to say to me back then."

His temples tensed as he squeezed his eyes shut. A few breaths later, his muscles loosened. Meanwhile, your body remained still, waiting for what you'd hear.

"I liked you," he finally managed to say. A rush of sound filled your ears. Spencer suddenly let out a bitter chuckle. "It was a love letter. As deep as an eighteen-year-old can get. Maybe...maybe it's better you never got it. I’d be so, so embarrassed by it now…"

"You liked me?" you interrupted him.

You had been enchanted by him for years, not even realizing it for most of that time. Spencer, however, was a complicated teenager, both close and distant at the same time. He was reserved when it came to emotions, impenetrable. Sometimes he’d blush, but never once made a move, never.

He shrugged.

"Well, I guess it doesn't really matter now," he replied. He tried to smile, attempting to wipe away a certain sorrow that still lingered beneath the surface of his expression. "Back then, it didn't really matter much either. But...maybe it's good that you know now. You have...the full picture."

You laughed in a way that was almost tearful, surprising him. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to figure out what he had done wrong to provoke such a reaction from you.

"I think we should talk," you finally said, nervously nodding toward your house. "Maybe...maybe you could come in?"

With held breath, you waited for his response. You felt the suggestion was a bit silly. No conversation could change the course of the last few years, force its direction or undo what had already been set in motion. But you no longer cared about changing anything that had happened between you two. What was in the past was probably already irrelevant. What you wanted now was honesty. The full picture, as he had said. You wanted both of you to have it.

"I don't think so," he replied, taking an unsure step back. A nervous laugh escaped him, probably to loosen himself up. "I mean... I don’t even remember what was in that letter anymore, if you're still curious. It doesn't matter at all... we don’t have to talk about it. You don’t have to feel like you should…”

"I liked you too" 

Spencer stopped in his tracks, his hands slipping out of his pockets where he had been nervously hiding them.

"I really think we should talk a little more," you added.

It turned out that those hours spent talking in the bar, just the two of you, hadn’t been enough.

You watched as his chest rose and fell, his head nodding slowly. He agreed.

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[vettelsvee]

I CAN BUY YOU SOME FLOWERS | Sebastian Vettel

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redbull sebastian vettel x journalist!reader

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warnings: seb just being a flirt and then, a shy sunshine who just wants to surprise reader :) use of y/n.

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After an intense race dominated by Red Bull, with Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber securing a 1-2 finish, respectively, it was Y/N Y/L/N's turn to interview the winner. With her notebook in one hand and a recorder in another, she quickly adjusted her attire to look as presentable as possible before the interview with who she considered her favorite person to interview started.

"Congratulations, Sebastian!" the girl began as the blonde approached her. "As always, an impressive victory. How do you feel about it? You've achieved, if I'm not wrong, a total of six consecutive wins this season."

"Thank you very much, Y/N," Vettel replied as professionally as he could. "It was a really tough race. We had to push hard and extract energy from the car where there wasn't any to maintain our lead," he explained, focusing his gaze on the journalist. "Still, I can't help but be happy with the result. The team has done an incredible job."

Y/L/N was nervous. She knew that, sooner or later, the world champion would start with the back-and-forth banter so characteristic of their relationship, punctuated with his... kinda romantic jokes.

"Let's talk about today's strategy," the journalist abruptly changed the subject, following the agenda outlined in her notebook. "Do you think it lived up to previous ones, or should it improve in any aspect for future races?"

Sebastian laughed, crossing his arms.

"I don't think I should tell you anything about strategies just in case the other teams hear us, Y/N. But for you... I'll say that strategy is like dancing in a nightclub," the blonde explained. "Sometimes it's crowded, and you have no space. Other times, the floor is all yours, and there are moments when you have to improvise to get the girl, and that's what I did today, trusting myself and my instincts."

She nodded, inwardly amused by the ridiculous comparison made by the current championship leader.

"So, you see," he continued, "it seems the strategy turned out to be a success. I hope Horner and Marko are proud of me."

"They surely are, Sebastian," the journalist affirmed. "And now, I'd like to move on to talk about your teammate, Mark Webber. Your ups and downs are known worldwide, especially among your team's loyal followers. Is there anything you'd like to highlight about him? We've never heard you say anything positive about the Australian, and I'd like to give that scoop to the world."

"You're right. If I don't mention Mark, he'll probably give me a good scolding as soon as I finish talking to you," Vettel commented in a mocking tone. "Okay, I'll be honest with you: if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have many great races. But don't tell Mark or his ego will skyrocket!"

The young woman laughed once again. She knew that, in some way, Sebastian was right, but she was also aware of all the great achievements he had accomplished as the three-time world champion.

"Don't worry, Sebastian," the brunette assured him, "your secret is safe with me."

"Call me Seb, darling."

There it was.

The moment she, deep down, had been waiting for. Sebastian the flirt Vettel had once again made a stellar appearance, and the journalist was sure he wouldn't leave anytime soon.

She didn't know why it mattered to her. After all, he had the same stupid behavior with the rest of the female journalists.

She wasn't special.

"Let me improvise a bit, Seb," she suggested, emphasizing the pilot's nickname.

Before he could utter a word, the girl was already formulating the question that had been eating away at her every time she saw the seductive side of the man in front of her.

"Everyone knows that you're quite the charmer. Why do you show this kind of character every time you have an interview, especially with people of the opposite sex?"

Vettel chuckled, somewhat surprised by the question even though he didn't want to admit it. If there was one thing he had liked about Y/N Y/L/N from the moment he met her it was how direct she was in each of the interviews he had had the pleasure of conducting with her.

"Are you seriously accusing me of being the greatest seducer Formula 1 has ever seen?" the pilot asked with a mischievous smirk. "What can I say: it's all because of the adrenaline of the races. I also quite enjoy female company, especially yours."

The woman exhaled, knowing it was one of his many tactics to charm women into bed, as she had heard from other colleagues.

"I'm just being myself, enjoying the moment, and speaking my mind, trying not to mess up too much because, as you may have noticed, I don't always come out on top," the blonde continued, now completely opening up to the woman.

"You have a natural charm that makes you very special. Now I understand why you have so many fans," the journalist clarified. "Sometimes it feels like a One Direction concert here!"

"Yeah, I've heard of them," Seb said casually. "But I think it's also because I enjoy the conversations many of them offer me, because they're very beautiful. But not more than you, by the way."

Sebastian Vettel was totally playing with her, but try as she might, she couldn't help but start to fall for his charms.

"Oh, wow... Thank you, Seb," Y/N whispered, blushing.

"I'm just saying the truth. I mean it."

The young woman was static, unsure whether to believe what the pilot was telling her at that moment. His eyes seemed sincere, and as her grandmother used to say: eyes never lie.

"Changing the subject, princess. What are your favorite flowers?"

"Tulips," the young woman blurted out without thinking, impressed by Sebastian's compliments. "If it's possible, yellow ones."

"Noted," the blonde replied, touching his temple with his index finger.

"But why are you asking me this...?"

However, Sebastian Vettel was already walking away from the girl accompanied by Britta, his PR. The last thing Y/N saw before turning around was Seb smiling at her as he waved with his left hand, and all the media astonished by the conversation they had witnessed between them.

It had been a few weeks, almost a month, since Y/N had her last interaction with Sebastian, and to say she missed him was an understatement. The summer break had allowed her to rest and, fortunately, disconnect from everything, although not as much as she would have liked.

Most importantly, despite her incredible memory, she didn't remember a part of the conversation she had with the German.

So, as soon as she returned to work at the Belgian Grand Prix and found a large and beautiful bouquet of tulips in her hotel room, along with a box of chocolates and an anonymous note, she was surprised. No one cared about her enough to behave in such a way.

The same thing happened the night before the qualifying session at Monza. When she opened her door to go to the buffet for dinner, her eyes lit up upon discovering a large bouquet of yellow tulips on the floor, arranged in a green vase. Next to them was a handwritten note that read, "For the most charming journalist. Enjoy these tulips and rest for tomorrow's race, you deserve it for all the hard work you're doing. With love, you're number 1 fan."

Curious and excited, she took, somewhat trembling hands due to nervousness, a small wrapped box hanging from the vase. Carefully, she began to open it, revealing a silver necklace with a pendant in the shape of a Formula 1 steering wheel, something she was passionate about.

A few weeks later, the Friday before the Singapore Grand Prix, Y/N was busy finishing preparing some questions and other different dynamics from the usual ones for the meetings she had with the drivers, including Sebastian. As she finished and made her way from her hotel to the circuit to do her job, she saw something that puzzled her: a figure that looked quite familiar was standing in front of a flower stall, casually choosing a bouquet of tulips and communicating with the vendor as best he could.

She stopped dead in her tracks, surprised, though not as much as she had expected, to recognize Sebastian as the cause of all those details that had been reaching her since last August. Although she was aware that she was running late and might miss the opportunity to speak with some other drivers, she couldn't miss the chance to see how the German was preparing everything.

Sebastian, after some indecision, chose a bouquet of tulips, but this time they were white. After exchanging a few words with the shopkeeper and having paid and thanked him for his service, he left with a big smile on his face.

So it was Vettel all this time..., the girl thought to herself.

When she arrived at the paddock, she found the German driver sitting in a corner away from all the hustle and bustle writing a note. The look of concentration he showed while writing, with his tongue sticking out slightly, melted the journalist's heart.

Undoubtedly, if Seb was doing this, she didn't know what to think about it. Maybe she had judged him too quickly, and he wasn't as much of a womanizer as she initially thought he could be.

After a few minutes, eaten away by impatience, she decided to approach him. As Sebastian looked up and met her gaze, she couldn't hide her nerves.

"Oh, hi, Y/N," he greeted, blushing. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Looks like I caught, huh?" she questioned. "You seemed very focused preparing another one of your famous surprises."

Sebastian laughed nervously; he was definitely caught red-handed. He knew it would happen sooner or later, but he still didn't feel ready to face the girl he loved.

"It seems so. Surprise?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me it was you behind all of this?" the journalist scolded. "You have no idea the headaches I've had these past few months."

"Well..." the boy started, playing with his hands. "I wanted it to be a surprise, and maybe... I was also a bit afraid of how you would react to knowing it was me. I know you think I go from flower to flower, like a sailor, and I thought you might have a bit of a grudge against me for that," he confessed.

Y/N felt weird, because that was exactly what she had been thinking all this time about the driver with whom she had had to spend so much time in interviews, press conferences, and other events.

Once again, life was teaching her not to judge people by their appearances or the comments of others.

"Sebastian," Y/N began, "I loved receiving the surprises you had prepared, but you didn't need to hide behind anonymity. I would have preferred them if you had been more direct."

"Really?" Vettel replied, looking at her intently. "I didn't think you'd like me showing up at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates, and singing you a song like some mariachis."

"In fact, I would have liked it a lot," she contradicted him. "It shows that you care about whatever you want to have with me and, above all, that you make efforts to make me feel special."

Was Y/N intimidating a three-time Formula 1 world champion?

"Then I think it's time for the surprises to stop being anonymous," Sebastian declared, doing his best to calm his anxiety. "Give me an opportunity and I'll show you how much you mean to me right now, and how important you can be in my life in the future."

[avelera]

Interesting Characters Do Things the Reader Wouldn't Do

I've been thinking a lot about what makes an interesting character. As a topic, the variety of answers and strategies to creating interesting characters could be literally endless. But one element I've been dwelling on is based on observation of how characters who fascinate and delight us are the ones that do things in ways that we, the audience, generally wouldn't do them.

I'm thinking about this from two angles:

How to make characters who do things the average person wouldn't do (in an interesting way).

Why derivative works like fanfic often experience character drift, where over time, the character who does unusual things and has unique reactions in canon drifts away from having these unique characteristics, and becomes increasingly generic and/or like the author.

Let's address Point 1 first. The way to make a character who does things in an unusual manner is, in theory, to make a unique environment and/or a unique character (bonus points for both).

For example, a unique environment is core to many exciting fictional narratives. Most of us don't have to grapple with what we would do, for example, if we were faced with a Bad Guy Who Wants to Destroy the World That Only We Can Stop.

Or, on a less "epic" level, most of us on average don't have to deal with, say, the whacky hijinks that formulate the meet-cute in a romcom, even the more mundane ones like spilling our coffee all over a beautiful stranger and scrambling to make it right, leading us to the love of our lives. These in general are not daily occurrences, so it's immediately interesting to see how the character would handle the situation, even if they do so in a sort of "average" way.

For example, in my mind, the "average" way you respond to a Bad Guy Who Wants to Destroy the World That Only We Can Stop is to step up to stop the bad guy. If you're really the only one who can Stop the Bad Guy, I think the all of us would at least like to think we would accept this challenge, especially if The Fate of the World was objectively, provably, at stake.

Now, I think with this example, creative types can spot the issue right away. The hero who heroically does what we average people hope we would do in such a crazy scenario, step up and help save the world, is actually really boring.

Your typical Good Guy Protagonist who does the Typical Thing when faced with this Very Generic Plot is really goddamn dull. There's a reason these heroes who help propel their Gang of Heroic Misfits to actually Fulfilling the Plot and Saving the World are usually saddled with a Comedy Relief Character and at least one person who voices misgivings (usually with some degree of sarcasm or humor) about the risks involved with volunteering to save the world.

Han Solo in Star Wars, Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean, are beloved characters because they don't leap to Save the World and Fulfill the Plot. Instead, they do unexpected, unique things. They're in it for themselves and that colors their reactions away from generically Doing the Right Thing. They want things like money, or safety, or more rum. They want less impressive human things that we can nonetheless relate to, and they pursue those things with a level of style and humor that the protagonist, like Luke Skywalker or Will Turner, are not necessarily afforded as our generic Audience Stand-In/Hero because their job as The Hero is to go on a hero's journey, increase their skills over time so they can learn things and strive at the same pace as the plot progresses and, in general, are saddled with Fulfilling the Plot.

Now, that doesn't mean the main hero/protagonist always has to be boring. It is possible to have a protagonist tasked with Saving the World who isn't boring. But this requires they address the problem in a way the average person wouldn't. This doesn't necessarily mean rejecting the call to save the world, by the way. What it often means is going about saving the world in a way that is unique to them or that shows a unique understanding of how to respond to the threat, in perhaps a more subtle or roundabout way other than just going the most obvious direct route.

One way to figure how to make a hero who goes about Fulfilling the Plot in a more interesting way is by making them want something in addition to their desire to save the world.

For example, Newt from Pacific Rim, the Kaiju-obsessed scientist (while not technically the hero of Pacific Rim's A Plot, I see him as the protagonist of the B Plot) wants to save the world, obviously, he's one of the idiots who lives there. Everyone in the story of Pacific Rim, particularly those in the Shatterdome, want to save the world, that's a given. How they go about it is what makes them unique. What they want in addition to saving the world makes them unique. Newt wants to study Kaiju and is obsessed with them on a level that is comparable with his drive to save the world. This colors how he goes about saving the world, by sticking to his specialty of studying and understanding Kaiju.

While the most obvious way to save the world in Pacific Rim is to jump into a giant robot and go punch Kaiju, which is what our A Plot protagonist Raleigh Becket does (and he is, apologies to his fans, a bit boring as a result), Newt's B Plot protagonist way of going about this shows that the problem is bigger than one hero offering one simple solution can provide, which helps expand the world and the scale of the threat. And there are many interesting (arguably more interesting) ways to address this threat than being the butt-chinned golden boy jumping in a giant robot to offer the most direct solution to the problem. As a result, to me at least, Newt is a more interesting protagonist, because his entire personality isn't based on the most obvious, direct way to Accomplish the Plot (like Raleigh's is). Instead, he wants and likes other things too, specifically Kaiju, and thus he goes about Accomplishing the Plot in a less generic way that includes his special interest.

To go back to the romcom example, likewise, just to show that an epic plot isn't necessary to accomplish an interesting character, I think it can safely be said that the average, generic thing that your average sane human being would do if they accidentally spilled coffee on a beautiful stranger (thus kicking off the romcom) would be to apologize and help them clean it up.

That is, as noted, boring as hell. Because it's what anyone would do, by the way, what anyone should do in this circumstance.

Fiction doesn't need to be an object lesson. We know the script of what should happen in this scenario, so we are immediately interested if it's not what happens.

The manic pixie dream girl who, instead of simply apologizing and helping to clean the spill, instead grabs the protagonists' hand, rushes them out the door and declares they're being chased by spies, quick, come with me we have to hide! all out of an attempt to help the protagonist get out of the embarrassing situation so she can help them clean up somewhere else is at least slightly more interesting than the average polite response. If we dig into it to find out why she came up with such a bizarre response to helping someone clean up, instead of doing the generic thing, we begin to unlock a more intriguing character. Maybe her therapist just told her get out of the rut she's in by treating her life as an adventure and she took the advice a bit too literally. Why was she in therapy? Well, presumably we'll find that out as the story progresses, but at least now we've got a hook to wanting to know more (how effective such a hook would be is up to you).

TL;DR Characters who go about Fulfilling the Plot in a way the average person wouldn't, because they want something else just as much if not more, is an immediate recipe for making a more interesting character.

Now, Point 2, the character drift back to the center is also worth examining. I see it happen quite frequently, both in individual fanfics, in ongoing mainstream franchises, and in fandoms in general. This isn't quite the same as Flanderization, wherein complex characters get boiled down to simplistic reads of their crazier attributes. Rather, what I'd like to look at is when unique characters do the opposite, and increasingly act and behave the way the average person would. Or rather, the average person who matches the demographic and community of the writer.

An example that springs to mind is when a complex, indeed, Problematic character begins to open up about their emotions in fanfic, and speak and act in line with the most cutting edge progressive terminology, or in general talk about their emotions like they're a therapist. Characters who would rather die than show weakness in canon suddenly saying things like, "I'm sorry I got angry with you, I realized it's because of unresolved issues with my father and also, I am attracted to you, which made me self conscious about my appearance when I am around you. Please accept my sincere apologies. Perhaps we can discuss our relationship and consider becoming romantic partners?"

Obviously I'm exaggerating here (unless the character is an android). But while really no one in the real world talks like this, I'm going to refer back to the Saving the World example about how the generic thing we wished we would do when faced with such a conflict is actually the most boring response for a character.

We all hope, I think, that if we hurt our romantic partner's (or romantic prospect's) feelings, we would find the courage to apologize, explain ourselves, and do so in a way that was dignified for us and effective with them. How to do that is another question. What to do when we have imperfect knowledge is a question. What we do when we want something else more is a question and with characters, it's the more interesting question.

Perhaps the protagonist wants to apologize and would love to find a way to be romantically involved with their love interest, but they have no reason to believe the apology would be accepted, their dignity would remain intact, or that revealing the truth would culminate in a relationship rather than a painful rejection. Now you begin to have conflict, which is the stuff stories are made of. If the protagonist wants to save face more than they're willing to risk that rejection, instead of apologizing they may have a more tsundere response (often seen in fiction) of just getting more angry, or blaming their anger on the love interest for frazzling them, or finding a way to avoid the situation entirely because it's scarier than communicating openly.

TL;DR - The most morally upright, correct, and laudable response to an interpersonal conflict is probably the more boring one (unless it is somehow earned as a novelty by the narrative). People are complicated. Interesting characters are even more complicated than real life people. Lean into that.

Now, here are some reasons I think you see this sort of character drift towards the milquetoast in derivative works:

Fanfic is about fulfilling the need for something that isn't in canon. That's often its entire purpose. So of course characters who would rather die than communicate begin to communicate, and communicate well and transparently. That's the itch the author is trying to scratch for themselves and others. It's not a bug, it's a feature.

We all want to be liked. When writers put the character in a situation, and then put themselves in the character's shoes and think what they would do in that situation, there is a tendency towards politeness, appeasement, communication, and mending bridges as our first instinct for what should be done.

To delve into point 2 here a bit, the tendency to want to be well liked and to mend bridges is a good skill in the real world.

But fiction isn't the real world.

I don't really particularly want to read a story where a character does everything I would have done in that scenario, whether it's saving the world or navigating a meet cute. That's boring. I want to see what someone who isn't me would do, so I can live vicariously through them without suffering the consequences personally.

If I as myself met, say, the evil scientist behind a rogue plot to destroy the world, I'm not even sure I'd be able to yell at that person because of how badly I want to be Well Liked. I'd probably just call the authorities (assuming the Evil Scientist isn't allied with them) and remand them into custody and hope they get a trial before facing their just punishment.

That is a very boring way to resolve a conflict with an evil scientist, unless you're Terry Pratchett, making a wider and very important point about the intrinsic value of due process in a moral of the story that is deeply intertwined and well supported by the text. But the point in a Terry Pratchett book where due process is honored would be that due process isn't the easy thing to do in that scenario, it is the more interesting thing to have the hero not turn vigilante, because it's harder and it's an unusual response that not all of us would do in that situation.

There's a great moment in the show The Expanse, where the evil scientist example comes from. One protagonist (arguably the more more boring one, at least at that point in the story) hears the Clearly Very Evil Scientist offering information in exchange for his life. But we all know if the scientist is spared, evil will go unpunished, his evil work might even be continued by the powers that be since it is valuable, the victims to that point will go unavenged, and the Evil Scientist might even make a comeback and regain his freedom and power down the line. But what else can you do? He's the only one who can help. Without his knowledge, the heroes are back at square one. The obvious choice, the only choice for your average person, is to grin and bear it and remand the Evil Scientist over to custody for a fair trial and so valuable information can be gained from him, even if down the line it might lead to more evil.

The second protagonist shoots the Evil Scientist in the head. Right then and there.

It's a shocking moment. It's also an epic moment. It is not something the average person would have done. But it was something that arguably should have been done (in that very unique scenario) with the clear-eyed decision making made by someone who refuses to bend their morals. It's something we all might wish we would do, like save the world, in that scenario but it's done in a unique and interesting way that, more importantly, creates more conflict than it solves. It neatly sidestepped the generic, expectable plot of this Evil Scientist becoming a recurring villain, and instead demonstrated a person who is very different from the average person, demonstrated by how they take an extreme action that therefore made for a better story. Shooter Protagonist did this because he wanted to avenge the victims of this scientist and stop this particular scientist from doing more evil more than he cared about how the information this scientist had might serve the heroes in stopping the overall plot. It solved one long term problem, maybe, by eliminating Evil Scientist, but it created more because now they can't get info out of Evil Scientist and the quest just got harder. But, the victims are avenged. And possibly, we'll never really know, a greater catastrophe was averted by not sparing the Evil Scientist here.

TL;DR: To sum up really, in my eyes, the key to interesting characters in original fiction and fanfiction is to have characters who want to do something other than just fulfill the plot in the most straightforward and logical way possible, whether that plot is saving the world (in the most generic way possible) or whether it's getting their love interest to like them (in the most generic and nice way possible).

Making characters who have other priorities or who want something else just as much if not more (to study monsters while saving the world, or to spice up their life having imaginary adventures while making this other person like you) are instantly more interesting. Layer more of those on and you're well on your way to an intriguing story.

And if you're trying to write good fanfic, take note of all the places where the protagonist does things you wouldn't do in a way you wouldn't do them. Therein, in my opinion, lies the key to interesting characters.

Losing that element and making unique characters act more and more the way we would in the same scenario is what makes them boring over time, it's at the heart of how fandoms can improve some stories (with creativity if they dream up more unique characteristics and adventures than canon does) but can also degrade others to the same cookie cutter stereotypes by polishing away the rough edges of a character until everyone is just Really Nice and never messes up or does anything wrong or unpopular or rude or bigoted that could get in the way of them Fulfilling the Plot (or romance) of the story in the most direct and generic and dull way possible.

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The emperor.📏👨

He is the Father archetype.

The Divine masculine.

✨

Just the name itself it commands a strong presence.

He is all about the ability to choose the best option based on our logical analysis and observation.

The emperor's archetype is about discernment and structure, clear strategy, reasoning and control. He is one of firm discipline and steer direction.

⚓👓📏

He is not guided by his feelings or intuition rather by facts and concrete plan making. He is this strong masculine presence or energy that we all have inside of us.

❤️ In the context of love, this could refer to a stable and reliable older man who may also be seen as controlling or stern.

Overall,

He is the Father, the protector, the provider and the guide. Without him, without his filter and careful selection, nature and ideas would grow without limits or control.

🧡This type of energy is necessary for all of us in order to survive. Understanding and channeling these characteristics will help us formulate clear steps to build a solid foundation in our lives. 🧡

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Southern Brazil has seen an increase of up to 30% in average annual rainfall over the last three decades

Inpe study shows how the climate has changed in Brazil over the last few decades; information supports the development of the federal government's Climate - Adaptation Plan

Rainfall patterns have changed over recent decades in Brazil. While average annual rainfall has increased in parts of the country, other regions are going in the opposite direction. Such changes have resulted in extreme weather events that are influenced by two important indicators: consecutive dry days (CDD) and maximum precipitation over 5 days (RX5day). The survey conducted by the National Institute for Space Research (INPE), at the request of the Ministry of Science, Technology, and Innovation (MCTI), examines changes in the Brazilian climate over the last 60 years and provides essential information for the preparation of Plan Climate. The data is key for the formulation of effective climate change adaptation strategies and may help the development of municipal, state and regional risk management planning.

"Looking at long-term data trends is crucial because it allows us to identify consistent patterns and gradual changes in the climate, which are often too subtle over short periods of time. This is especially important in a context of climate change, where changes in precipitation can have profound impacts on strategic sectors of society, for example, agriculture and water resources," says Inpe climatologist and researcher Lincoln Alves, who is responsible for the study.

The changes observed vary regionally. According to Alves, each region has a specific climate, influenced by altitude, latitude, vegetation, relief, proximity to bodies of water and other factors. “These climatic peculiarities contribute to variations in characteristics and precipitation patterns observed throughout the country," explains the researcher.

Data collected over the last six decades by the National Meteorological Institute (Inmet) help quantify how much the climate has changed throughout Brazil from 1961 to 2020, considering the first 30 years as the reference period, i.e., the comparative base. Later decades were segmented into three periods: 1991-2000, 2001-2010 and 2011-2020.

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Deadliest Warrior (2009-11)

Fighters are chosen for characteristics, strengths, and weaknesses and then after weapons testing and strategy analysis a computer simulates 5000 battles then formulates an average to decide which contender is deadlier.

Some aspects of this series are actually quite interesting. There’s exploration into the types of weapons used throughout history as well as documented evidence on conflicts and figures in the past. The contests are made roughly fair by choosing fighters from the same time zones so that neither are outmatched by future war technology.

A lot of the testing is dubious in its accuracy. For one thing some of the personality profiles are based on highly biased records or even worse, myths. Also the weapons are tested a set amount of times by the same people so historical figures are judged by the strength of the cast members used to simulate their attacks.

It was fun that the season finale for the third series was just a fun supernatural episode to ensure that the project wasn’t taken too seriously overall but was an educational and entertainment exercise. It’s a little bizarre at some points where the higher brain functions kick back in for a second and you realise you’re in some way routing for Saddam Hussein and you have to check your perspective real quick.

There’s not always a great range of women involved, possibly because it’s a show aimed at a male demographic but we barely get any women involvement until the Joan of Arc episode. The special for the end of season one didn’t work so well since they brought a whole season worth of opponents back for one and that amount of statistics just blurred together.

4/10 -It’s below average, but only just!-

-The studio head and game developer who appears in multiple episodes and helped to create the game of the show admitted in 2011 that he lied about being a former green beret.

[anjels001]

Mirdal Clan

General Description:

The Mirdal Clan is one of the most respected and strategic clans of Mandalore, known for its dedication to knowledge, tradition preservation, and strategic planning. Under the protection of House Vevut, the Mirdal Clan plays a crucial role in maintaining order and formulating long-term plans to ensure the stability and advancement of Mandalorian society.

Emblem and Symbolism:

Emblem: The Mirdal Clan's sigil is a stylized image of the Mirdalaan, a native Mandalorian bird symbolizing wisdom and clarity. The emblem features feathers in deep blue, silver, and emerald green, with elegant depictions of the bird's double wings and amber eyes. The deep blue background reflects reliability, while the black details add a note of seriousness and justice.

Distinctive Characteristics:

Knowledge and Strategy: The Mirdal Clan is renowned for its expertise in knowledge and strategic planning. Its members are highly skilled in combat tactics and strategic analysis, ensuring that their actions are well-founded and effective.

Tradition Preservation: The clan places a high value on preserving Mandalorian traditions. They are guardians of cultural practices and rituals, ensuring that the rich Mandalorian heritage is respected and maintained.

Neutrality and Order: While the clan is strategic and assertive, it maintains a neutral stance in many conflicts, focusing on ensuring order and balance within Mandalorian society. This neutrality allows them to act as mediators and maintain stability.

Structure and Hierarchy:

Leaders: The clan is led by a "Keldabe," a high-level strategist who coordinates operations and makes critical decisions. The Keldabe is elected based on experience, wisdom, and strategic skills.

Council of Guardians: A group of advisors who assist the Keldabe. The Council consists of experts in various fields, including tactics, diplomacy, and history, and helps ensure that the clan's decisions are well-informed and balanced.

Guardians of the Path: An elite unit dedicated to protecting the clan's secrets and traditions. They are responsible for executing the clan's strategies and ensuring the security and integrity of its operations.

Relationship with House Vevut:

Protection and Support: The Mirdal Clan is under the protection of House Vevut, which provides political and physical support, allowing the clan to focus on its responsibilities without worrying about external threats.

Strategic Collaboration: The relationship with House Vevut strengthens the Mirdal Clan's ability to plan and execute complex strategies, leveraging the house's neutrality to operate effectively and maintain order.

Culture and Traditions:

Rituals and Ceremonies: The Mirdal Clan conducts rituals celebrating wisdom and knowledge, including ceremonies that highlight the importance of the Mirdalaan as a symbol of clarity and insight.

Education and Training: Training within the clan is intensive, focusing on strategy, tradition preservation, and tactical skills. The clan invests in the continuous education of its members to ensure they remain competent leaders and strategists.

Impact on Mandalorian Society:

The Mirdal Clan plays a vital role in Mandalorian society, contributing to stability, tradition preservation, and strategic planning. Its collaboration with House Vevut and commitment to knowledge and order ensure that the clan continues to be a significant pillar in preserving and advancing Mandalorian values.

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Do you know about the Rajiv Gandhi Stadium Pitch Report: A Comprehensive Analysis 2024?

Introduction:

The Rajiv Gandhi International Cricket Stadium, located in Hyderabad, India, has become one of the prominent venues for international and domestic cricket matches. As a crucial element influencing the outcome of a game, the pitch at Rajiv Gandhi Stadium plays a significant role. In this pitch report, we will delve into the characteristics of the pitch, its historical performance, and the implications it might have on the upcoming matches.

Pitch Characteristics:

The pitch at Rajiv Gandhi Stadium is traditionally known for providing a balanced contest between bat and ball. It is a well-maintained surface that typically offers good bounce and carry to the fast bowlers. Batsmen can expect true bounce, allowing them to play their shots confidently, while spinners can find assistance as the match progresses, with the pitch tending to wear and offer turn.

Historical Performance:

Over the years, the Rajiv Gandhi Stadium pitch has witnessed a variety of contests, ranging from high-scoring encounters to gripping battles between bat and ball. The surface has proved to be a paradise for stroke-makers, with true bounce allowing them to play their shots on merit. However, the pitch can also assist the bowlers, especially during the latter stages of a match when wear and tear come into play.

In ODIs and T20Is, the shorter formats of the game, the pitch has generally been favorable to batsmen, producing high-scoring contests. However, bowlers who can adapt to the conditions and execute their plans effectively have found success as well.

Factors Influencing the Pitch:

Several factors can influence the behavior of the pitch at the Rajiv Gandhi Stadium. Weather conditions, such as humidity and temperature, play a crucial role. Hot and dry conditions tend to make the pitch favor the batsmen, while overcast conditions can assist swing bowlers early on.

Additionally, the nature of the soil in the pitch area and the preparation methods employed by groundmen also contribute to the pitch's characteristics. The ground staff at Rajiv Gandhi Stadium is known for preparing pitches that offer a fair contest between bat and ball.

Team Strategies:

Teams playing at the Rajiv Gandhi Stadium need to consider the conditions carefully when formulating their strategies. Batsmen should look to capitalize on the true bounce and play shots on the up, while bowlers need to be patient and focus on hitting consistent areas to exploit any assistance the pitch might offer.

Conclusion:

The Rajiv Gandhi Stadium pitch report remains a dynamic and challenging surface for both batsmen and bowlers. Its ability to provide a balanced contest between bat and ball makes it a favorite among players and fans alike. As teams prepare for matches at this venue, understanding the pitch conditions will undoubtedly be crucial for their success. The Rajiv Gandhi Stadium continues to be a venue where cricketing skills are tested to the fullest, ensuring that every match played here is a riveting spectacle for cricket enthusiasts worldwide.

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The Collaboration of Clinical Data Management and Biostatistics in Evidence-Based Medicine 

Introduction:

In the realm of clinical research, the seamless collaboration between clinical data management (CDM) and biostatistics is paramount for ensuring the accuracy, reliability, and integrity of study outcomes. This dynamic partnership plays a pivotal role in transforming raw data into meaningful insights that drive evidence-based medical decisions. In this blog post, we delve into the essential interactions between CDM and biostatistics, highlighting their respective contributions and synergies in the clinical research landscape.

Data Collection and Database Design:

CDM professionals are responsible for designing robust data collection tools and establishing comprehensive data management plans.

Biostatisticians collaborate closely to ensure that data collection instruments capture relevant variables with precision, enabling accurate statistical analysis.

Joint efforts streamline the development of databases that adhere to regulatory standards and facilitate efficient data entry, validation, and cleaning processes.

Data Quality Assurance:

CDM specialists implement quality control measures to identify and address data discrepancies, inconsistencies, and errors.

Biostatisticians contribute expertise in data validation and verification, conducting thorough checks to maintain data integrity.

Continuous communication between CDM and biostatistics teams fosters proactive identification and resolution of data quality issues, enhancing the reliability of study findings.

Statistical Analysis Planning:

Biostatisticians from Biostatistics Services collaborate with CDM professionals to formulate robust statistical analysis plans (SAPs) tailored to study objectives and design.

CDM experts provide insights into data structure, collection processes, and potential biases, informing statistical modeling approaches and hypotheses testing strategies.

The synergy between CDM and biostatistics ensures that analytical methodologies align with data characteristics, maximizing the validity and interpretability of study results.

Data Interpretation and Reporting:

Biostatisticians play a pivotal role in analyzing study data, interpreting statistical findings, and deriving meaningful conclusions.

CDM specialists assist in contextualizing statistical results within the broader clinical framework, elucidating the implications for patient care and treatment strategies.

Collaborative review and refinement of study reports and publications ensure accurate representation of data insights and statistical significance.

Regulatory Compliance and Audits:

CDM professionals and biostatisticians collaborate to ensure compliance with regulatory requirements and industry standards governing data management and statistical analysis.

Joint efforts facilitate preparation for regulatory inspections and audits, with comprehensive documentation and audit trails supporting data integrity and traceability.

Continuous monitoring and adherence to regulatory updates and guidelines mitigate risks and enhance the credibility of clinical research outcomes.

Conclusion:

The intricate interplay between clinical data management services and biostatistics underscores the importance of collaborative synergy in advancing evidence-based medicine. By leveraging their respective expertise and working in tandem throughout the research lifecycle, CDM and biostatistics teams synergize efforts to uphold data quality, integrity, and regulatory compliance. Clinical data management services, such as those provided by Global Pharma Tek, play a crucial role in designing robust data collection tools, establishing comprehensive data management plans, and implementing quality control measures to ensure the accuracy and reliability of study data. This harmonious partnership not only drives scientific discovery and innovation but also contributes to improved patient outcomes and healthcare decision-making.

[kuramirocket]

Jorge Urrutia Galicia: A Mexican Pioneering Mathematician And Computer Scientist

Jorge Urrutia Galicia is a Mexican computer scientist and mathematician.

Galicia is best known for his work on geometry. He made contributions to many different areas of mathematics, including discrete geometry, discrete optimization, and computational geometry. His specialty in computational geometry has made him recognized as one of the leading researchers worldwide. His research has also focused on combinatorial optimization, which is related to combinatorial game theory.

His early works dealt with problems of separability and visibility, a field in which he is an indisputable authority. While it is clear that mathematics has always played a basic role as the underlying foundation of all technology, especially now, and in this case it is confirmed why the technological scope of Dr. Urrutia’s articles in routing is significant; suffice to mention just one: recently algorithms are being implemented based on the ideas of Dr. Urrutia, to make communication networks that can be used in case of natural disasters.

Since the end of the 20th century, he began to work on routing problems, developing algorithms for both the combinatorial and geometric problems, which literally founded a work area of great importance in its application to wireless and cellular networks. In the 21st century, Dr. Urrutia has also stood out for his numerous contributions to the study of discrete sets of points, on which he has made decisive contributions, both in their solution and formulating various variants.

Dr. Jorge Urrutia Galicia studied a bachelor’s degree in mathematics at the Faculty of Sciences of UNAM from 1971 to 1974, and a master’s and doctoral degree in mathematics at the University of Waterloo, Canada from 1976 to 1980. He has worked at the Metropolitan Autonomous University-Iztapalapa, CIMAT, Carleton University, Ottawa University from 1984-1998, where he was "full professor", and since 1998 at the Institute of Mathematics of the UNAM. On average, he teaches five courses each year (two undergraduate and three postgraduate courses).

Annually, he organizes at least two research workshops in Mexico, one of its main objectives being that its students know and work with renowned researchers and learn to collaborate with them as equals.

From 1990 to 2000, he was editor-in-chief of the journal Computational Geometry, Theory and Applications, published by Elsevier Science Publishers. He has been a member of the editorial boards of the Mexican Mathematical Society Bulletin and of Graphs and Combinatorics (Springer, and Computational Geometry: Theory and Applications (Elsevier). He was also editor of the Handbook of Computational Geometry (2000), one of Elsevier's first published handbooks.

He has published more than 270 articles in conference proceedings and research journals in mathematics and computing, which have received more than 6,000 citations, among the most important are two articles on routing in ad-hoc and wireless networks, which have received more than 2 600 citations together: “Compass Routing in Geometric Graphs” and “Routing with Guaranteed Delivery in Ad Hoc Wireless Networks.” In these investigations, Dr. Urrutia develops new strategies – highly efficient – to send information on wireless networks that take advantage of the characteristics obtained by recent technologies such as GPS, in addition to allowing them to travel through these networks effectively without having knowledge of their topology. It is worth mentioning that in 2012 he was the most cited mathematician of the UNAM.

He has given more than 40 plenary lectures at international congresses on Computational Geometry. He was editor-in-chief of "Computational Geometry, Theory and Applications" from 1990 to 2000. He has supervised more than 55 bachelor, master and doctoral theses.

In 2015, he received the "National University in Research in Exact Sciences" award at UNAM. He is is a member of the National System of Investigators, Level 3 He has organized and participated in the organizing committees of several national congresses including the "Victor Neumann-Lara Colloquium on Graphic Theory and its Applications", the "Canadian Conference on Computational Geometry", the "Japan Conference on Discrete and Computational Geometry" and the "Computational Geometry Meetings" (Spain). Oher countries where he has also participated in this way are Italy, Indonesia, Philippines, China, Canada, Peru and Argentina, as well as his home country, Mexico.

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The Science of Corrosion Protection: Ammonium Tetra Molybdate at Work

Corrosion is a widespread issue that impacts numerous businesses, resulting in substantial financial losses and expenses related to maintenance on an annual basis.  In response to this challenge, scholars and professionals in the field have been persistently endeavouring to develop novel strategies aimed at safeguarding metallic constructions against the detrimental effects of corrosion.  Ammonium Tetra Molybdate, a potent corrosion inhibitor, has garnered much attention as a potential remedy.  Experience the quality and effectiveness of the quality products offered by Palvi Chemicals – an excellent Ammonium Tetra Molybdate manufacturer in India.

This blog post aims to examine the scientific principles underlying corrosion protection and investigate the mechanisms by which Ammonium Tetra Molybdate functions to preserve the integrity of metal surfaces.

Understanding Corrosion:

Corrosion can be defined as the process through which metals undergo deterioration as a result of chemical reactions occurring between the metals and their surrounding environment.  The aforementioned phenomenon is a naturally occurring process when a metal has a reaction with oxygen, moisture, and various other elements, resulting in the formation of oxides, hydroxides, or salts on the surface of the metal.  Corrosion can have significant repercussions, including structural collapse, diminished performance, and the need for expensive repairs or replacements.

In order to effectively address corrosion, it is imperative to possess a comprehensive understanding of the underlying mechanisms that contribute to this phenomenon.  There exist multiple forms of corrosion, namely uniform, galvanic, pitting, and crevice corrosion, each exhibiting unique attributes and origins.  Uniform corrosion is characterised by an even distribution of corrosion across the whole surface of the metal.  On the other hand, pitting corrosion is identified by the formation of small, localised holes or pits.  Empower your international business with premium Ammonium Tetra Molybdate export services offered by Palvi Chemicals – the most trusted Ammonium Tetra Molybdate exporter in UAE.

The Role of Corrosion Inhibitors:

Corrosion inhibitors are chemical compounds that are specifically formulated to safeguard metal surfaces by impeding the chemical reactions that initiate and propagate corrosion processes.  These inhibitors function in diverse ways, including the formation of a protective coating on the metal surface, modification of electrochemical processes, or neutralisation of corrosive substances.  Ammonium Tetra Molybdate (ATM) is an example of a highly effective inhibitor.

The Science Behind Ammonium Tetra Molybdate:

Ammonium Tetra Molybdate, commonly referred to as ATM or ATMP, is a white crystalline powder that has notable corrosion-inhibiting characteristics.  Corrosion protection is frequently employed across diverse sectors such as aerospace, automotive, and marine, with the aim of safeguarding vital metallic elements against degradation.  Stay ahead in your global industry.  Partner with Palvi Chemicals – one of the recognised Ammonium Tetra Molybdate traders in UAE.

·         Passivation:

Passivation is a key technique employed by ATM to mitigate the effects of corrosion.  Passivation is a process that entails the development of a thin layer of oxide on the surface of a metal, which serves as a protective barrier against subsequent corrosion.  The ATM process facilitates the formation of a durable and firmly attached oxide film on the surface of the metal by its interaction with the metal.  The film serves as a protective barrier, effectively impeding the access of corrosive chemicals to the metal substrate.

·         Synergistic Effects:

Synergistic effects can be observed when ATM is used with other corrosion inhibitors, resulting in an enhanced effectiveness of the inhibitors.  When ATM is mixed with zinc and phosphate-based inhibitors, it has the potential to offer enhanced corrosion protection.  The observed synergy is a consequence of the intricate interplay among various inhibitors, leading to the formation of a protective layer on the metal that exhibits enhanced durability and longevity.

·         Reduced Oxygen Permeation:

One other mechanism by which ATM effectively mitigates corrosion is through the reduction of oxygen permeability to the surface of the metal.  Oxygen plays a pivotal role in numerous corrosion reactions, and the restriction of its availability by Ammonium Tetra Molybdate (ATMs) effectively retards the corrosion process to a considerable extent.

Applications of Ammonium Tetra Molybdate:

Ammonium Tetra Molybdate is extensively utilised in many industries due to its notable ability to provide corrosion prevention.  Unlock international opportunities with Palvi Chemicals your trusted Ammonium Tetra Molybdate supplier in UAE.  Reach out to the expert team for a seamless and efficient export partnership!

Aerospace Industry: In the aerospace industry, Ammonium Tetra Molybdate (ATM) systems are employed to safeguard vital aircraft components, including aluminium alloys, against corrosion in challenging environmental conditions.

Automotive Sector: The automotive sector utilises automotive coatings and treatments to enhance the durability of cars and mitigate expenses associated with maintenance.

Marine Industry: The utilisation of Ammonium Tetra Molybdate (ATMs) in the marine industry serves as a protective measure for ship hulls and various components that are susceptible to the corrosive effects of seawater.

Infrastructure: ATMs are employed in safeguarding critical components of infrastructure such as bridges, pipelines, and other essential pieces, with the aim of mitigating corrosion and so assuring their sustained longevity.

Final Thoughts:

Corrosion is an enduring and financially burdensome issue that impacts a wide range of industries.  A comprehensive comprehension of the scientific principles underlying corrosion protection is crucial in the development of efficacious remedies.  Ammonium Tetra Molybdate possesses notable passivation capabilities, exhibits synergistic effects, and demonstrates the capacity to mitigate oxygen permeability, rendering it a potent asset in the battle against corrosion. 

The efficiency of this technology in protecting the integrity of metal structures and components is highlighted by its wide range of applications in diverse industries.  This, in turn, results in cost savings and enhanced durability.  The adoption of novel corrosion inhibitors such as ATM represents a progressive approach towards safeguarding the durability and dependability of metallic resources amongst the adversities posed by corrosion.  Ensure the reliability of your chemical supply.  Partner with Palvi Chemicals – one of the leading Molybdenum chemicals manufacturers in India for top-quality Ammonium Tetra Molybdate products.  Reach out for more information.

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Market promotion strategies for organic fertilizer equipment

Market research and positioning: Gain a thorough understanding of the demand for organic fertilizers, usage habits, and the situation of competitors in the target market to provide a basis for formulating promotion strategies. Identify the target customer groups, such as small and medium-sized farmers, large-scale growers, agricultural cooperatives, etc., understand their demand characteristics, and formulate personalized marketing strategies.

2. Brand building and promotion: Enhance brand promotion through advertising, agricultural exhibitions, social media and other channels to increase brand awareness and reputation. Produce promotional materials, including product manuals, video promotions, etc., promote the brand through social media, and release product usage cases and customer feedback.

3. After-sales service and customer maintenance: Establish a complete after-sales service system for organic fertilizer production lines, providing fertilization guidance, follow-up services, etc., to solve problems encountered by farmers during the usage process. Establish a regular follow-up system, maintain communication and contact with customers, and enhance customer satisfaction and loyalty.

4. Cooperation and Alliance: Collaborate with agricultural universities, research institutes, etc., to conduct scientific research and provide technical support, enhancing the scientific nature and market competitiveness of products. Participate in the activities of domestic and international organic agriculture associations, establish cooperative relationships with other enterprises in the industry, and jointly promote the development of organic agriculture.

Through the above strategies, organic fertilizer equipment enterprises can effectively enhance brand awareness, expand sales channels, and improve customer satisfaction, thus achieving success in the highly competitive market.

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Flavoured Wine Market – Uncorking the Key Market Drivers Shaping Growth

The flavoured wine market has witnessed remarkable growth in recent years, emerging as a dynamic and adaptive segment within the broader alcoholic beverages industry. Characterized by wines infused with fruit, spice, floral, or herbal flavors, this category appeals especially to younger consumers and casual wine drinkers seeking novel taste experiences. As the market evolves, it is being powered by several key drivers that shape demand, innovation, and distribution strategies globally.

Rising Demand for Innovative Alcoholic Beverages

One of the most prominent drivers of the flavoured wine market is the growing consumer appetite for innovative and refreshing alcoholic drinks. Traditional wines are often perceived as sophisticated or acquired tastes, but flavoured wines offer a more approachable entry point. Consumers, especially millennials and Gen Z, are drawn to unique, easy-drinking products that blend traditional winemaking with modern flavor profiles such as strawberry, peach, elderflower, and even coffee or chocolate.

This trend is especially pronounced in urban areas where experimental consumption and lifestyle-driven purchases are common. Flavoured wines, available in sparkling, rosé, or even low-alcohol variations, capitalize on this cultural shift towards lighter and more flavourful alternatives.

Expanding Appeal Across Demographics

Historically, wine consumption has been more popular among middle-aged or older consumers. However, flavoured wines have successfully widened the appeal to new demographics, including younger adults and women. These products often come with stylish branding, colorful packaging, and sweeter profiles that make them more accessible to casual drinkers.

Moreover, the rise of social media has helped popularize visually appealing wine products. Flavoured wine brands that showcase vibrant imagery, creative bottle designs, and shareable moments are particularly effective at capturing younger consumers’ attention, further fueling demand.

Health and Wellness-Driven Preferences

Today’s consumers are increasingly health-conscious, and this trend extends to their alcoholic beverage choices. Many flavoured wine producers are responding by offering options with lower alcohol content, reduced sugar, and organic or natural ingredients. This health-centric approach helps position flavoured wine as a better-for-you indulgence, contributing to its rapid market acceptance.

Additionally, the rise of clean-label trends—where consumers prefer transparent product labeling and minimal artificial ingredients—has encouraged producers to formulate wines with natural flavor extracts and avoid synthetic additives. This focus aligns well with consumer expectations and supports market growth.

Retail and E-Commerce Expansion

The shift in distribution channels is also driving flavoured wine market expansion. E-commerce and direct-to-consumer models have made it easier for niche brands and new entrants to reach a wider audience without relying solely on traditional retail distribution. Digital platforms enable rapid consumer feedback, brand storytelling, and tailored marketing, which can be particularly effective for flavoured wine products.

Furthermore, supermarkets and specialty liquor stores are dedicating more shelf space to flavoured wines, responding to the consistent increase in demand. Seasonal promotions, sampler packs, and limited-edition flavors further entice trial and repeat purchases.

Premiumization and Craft Trends

While affordability and novelty are key characteristics, there is a growing premium segment within the flavoured wine market. Consumers are becoming more educated about wine and are willing to pay a premium for higher quality, artisanal flavoured wines made with carefully sourced ingredients and sustainable practices.

Craft wine producers are tapping into this demand by offering small-batch flavoured wines, often with a strong narrative around origin, production method, or flavor inspiration. These premium offerings cater to discerning consumers seeking more than just a sweet taste—rather, they are looking for a unique and immersive experience.

Conclusion

The flavoured wine market is being driven by a confluence of consumer trends, technological advancements, and shifting retail landscapes. As modern consumers seek out personalized, flavorful, and lifestyle-aligned products, flavoured wine continues to rise in popularity. With innovative flavors, broader demographic appeal, and evolving distribution strategies, the market is poised for sustained growth. Producers that can blend authenticity with creativity will be best positioned to capitalize on this flavorful trend in the years to come.

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Multiple Myeloma Market Size, Share, Trends, Demand, Growth, Challenges and Competitive Analysis

Executive Summary Multiple Myeloma Market :

Global multiple myeloma market size was valued at USD 28.42 billion in 2024 and is projected to reach USD 47.04 billion by 2032, with a CAGR of 6.50% during the forecast period of 2025 to 2032.

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This Multiple Myeloma Market report underlines the consumption of market, key players involved, sales, price, revenue and market share with volume and value for each region. Significant industry trends, estimations of market size and market share are analysed and discussed in this report. It presents top to bottom examination of the market for estimating income, return on investment (ROI) and developing business strategies. Furthermore, competitive analysis gives a clear idea about the strategies used by the major competitors in the market that perks up their penetration in the market. The data collected to structure this Multiple Myeloma Market report is based on the data collection modules with large sample sizes.

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Multiple Myeloma Market Overview

**Segments**

- **Type**: The multiple myeloma market can be segmented by type into IgG type, IgA type, IgD type, IgE type, and non-secretory type. Each type of multiple myeloma presents with unique characteristics and challenges in terms of diagnosis and treatment options. - **Treatment**: Treatment segments in the multiple myeloma market include chemotherapy, immunomodulatory drugs, proteasome inhibitors, monoclonal antibodies, and stem cell transplants. The advancements in treatment options have significantly improved the survival rates and quality of life for multiple myeloma patients. - **End User**: End user segments in the global multiple myeloma market comprise hospitals, specialty clinics, and research institutions. Each end user segment plays a vital role in the diagnosis, treatment, and research activities related to multiple myeloma.

**Market Players**

- **Amgen Inc.**: A leading player in the global multiple myeloma market, Amgen Inc. develops innovative therapies and treatment solutions for patients with multiple myeloma. - **Celgene Corporation**: Celgene Corporation is actively involved in research and development efforts to discover new treatment options for patients with multiple myeloma. - **Janssen Biotech, Inc.**: Janssen Biotech, Inc. focuses on developing immunotherapy and targeted therapies for multiple myeloma patients to improve treatment outcomes. - **Takeda Pharmaceutical Company Limited**: Takeda Pharmaceutical Company Limited is known for its portfolio of multiple myeloma treatments and its commitment to advancing patient care in this therapeutic area. - **Bristol-Myers Squibb Company**: Bristol-Myers Squibb Company is dedicated to developing novel therapies and precision medicine approaches to address the unmet needs of multiple myeloma patients.

The global multiple myeloma market is characterized by ongoing research and development activities, strategic collaborations, and the introduction of innovative treatment options. The market is witnessing a shift towards personalized medicine approaches, which aim to provide targeted therapies based on the individual characteristics of each patient's disease. Advances in genomics, immunotherapy, and combination therapies are driving the evolution of the multiple myeloma market. As the understanding of the disease mechanisms deepens, market players are focusing on developing more effective and safe treatment options for multiple myeloma patients.

The global multiple myeloma market presents a dynamic landscape with continuous advancements in research and development, driving the introduction of innovative treatment options and personalized medicine approaches. Market players are significantly investing in novel therapies and precision medicine to address the unmet needs of patients with multiple myeloma. The shift towards targeted therapies based on individual disease characteristics is revolutionizing how multiple myeloma is diagnosed and treated. This personalized medicine approach aims to improve treatment outcomes, enhance patient care, and ultimately prolong survival rates.

Strategic collaborations between pharmaceutical companies, research institutions, and healthcare providers are playing a pivotal role in accelerating the development of new therapies for multiple myeloma. These partnerships facilitate the sharing of resources, expertise, and technologies to drive innovation and achieve breakthroughs in patient care. As a result, the market is witnessing a surge in groundbreaking treatment options such as immunotherapy, genomics-driven therapies, and combination treatments that target specific pathways involved in the progression of multiple myeloma.

Furthermore, the increasing focus on understanding the underlying mechanisms of multiple myeloma at a molecular level is enabling market players to design more effective and safer therapies. Advances in genomics and immunotherapy have opened up new possibilities for personalized treatment regimens that are tailored to each patient's unique disease profile. By incorporating precision medicine approaches, healthcare providers can optimize treatment strategies, minimize side effects, and improve overall patient outcomes.

Moreover, the global multiple myeloma market is poised for significant growth as the demand for innovative therapies continues to rise. The increasing prevalence of multiple myeloma, coupled with the aging population and rising awareness about early diagnosis and treatment, is driving market expansion. With a strong pipeline of novel drug candidates and ongoing clinical trials, the market is expected to witness a wave of approvals for next-generation therapies that offer improved efficacy and safety profiles.

In conclusion, the global multiple myeloma market is undergoing a transformative phase driven by technological advancements, research breakthroughs, and collaborative efforts within the industry. The market players are dedicated to pushing the boundaries of innovation to redefine the standards of care for patients with multiple myeloma. With a relentless focus on personalized medicine and targeted therapies, the future of the multiple myeloma market holds great promise for improving patient outcomes and advancing the field of oncology.The global multiple myeloma market is a competitive landscape with key players such as Amgen Inc., Celgene Corporation, Janssen Biotech, Inc., Takeda Pharmaceutical Company Limited, and Bristol-Myers Squibb Company leading the way in developing innovative therapies and treatment solutions for patients with multiple myeloma. These market players are actively engaged in research and development efforts to discover new treatment options, advance patient care, and address the unmet needs of individuals with multiple myeloma.

As the market evolves, there is a notable trend towards personalized medicine approaches within the multiple myeloma segment. This shift is driven by advancements in genomics, immunotherapy, and combination therapies, which are revolutionizing how the disease is diagnosed and treated. By tailoring treatment strategies to the unique disease profile of each patient, healthcare providers can optimize outcomes, minimize side effects, and ultimately improve patient care in the long term.

Strategic collaborations between pharmaceutical companies, research institutions, and healthcare providers are playing a critical role in accelerating the development of new therapies for multiple myeloma. These collaborations enable the sharing of resources, expertise, and technologies to drive innovation and achieve breakthroughs in patient care. The focus on understanding the molecular mechanisms of multiple myeloma is empowering market players to design safer and more effective therapies that target specific pathways involved in the progression of the disease.

Furthermore, the global multiple myeloma market is poised for significant growth due to the increasing demand for innovative therapies, rising prevalence of the disease, aging population, and heightened awareness about early diagnosis and treatment options. With a robust pipeline of novel drug candidates and ongoing clinical trials, the market is expected to witness a wave of approvals for next-generation therapies that offer improved efficacy and safety profiles. This influx of innovative treatments has the potential to reshape the standards of care for multiple myeloma patients and drive advancements in the field of oncology.

In conclusion, the global multiple myeloma market is undergoing a transformative phase characterized by technological advancements, research breakthroughs, and collaborative efforts aimed at improving patient outcomes and advancing the standard of care. Market players are at the forefront of driving innovation in personalized medicine and targeted therapies, offering hope for individuals living with multiple myeloma. The future of the market holds great promise for reshaping the treatment landscape and enhancing the quality of life for patients affected by this challenging disease.

The Multiple Myeloma Market is highly fragmented, featuring intense competition among both global and regional players striving for market share. To explore how global trends are shaping the future of the top 10 companies in the keyword market.

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